My late grandmother's house in Rembau is as interesting as the other grandmother's house in Temerloh. However, nobody lives there anymore. Before my grandmother passed away, she moved out and since then the house was left vacant. The last time I went back to Rembau was last year. Even from far, I could see that the house was falling apart. It had become an old and dilapidated house. Obviously, it would not last long enough for the eyes of a few other generations. When I looked at the house, I could almost see myself years back as a child running in and out of the house.There were too many memories to share. Some still give me the chills!
Let me begin by describing the house first. It was a big wooden house with three different parts. The first part was the kitchen which was attached to somewhat like a levelled family area by a few steps. Adjoining was the second part of the house.You know what, this side of the house was actually the spookiest of all. It was like a hallway, big and gloomy. I do not remember seeing any rays of sunlight penetrating through the holes in the walls or the roof. If you ask me, I would rather go out of the house through the kitchen door to get to the front part of the house than to just walk through this hallway.
Finally, the front part where the living room was. To the best of my memory, this was the least spacious and spookiest of all. We often spent sometime there for bull sessions.You must be wondering why I was so scared of the hallway. Even thinking about it gave me goosebumps!
I could still recall the night when my sisters and I slept there, right in the middle of it. We huddled closely together as it was so dark with no shed of lights at all. We were already fast asleep when we were awakened by small stones being thrown at us from the ceiling. I did force myself to look at the direction from where the stones came flying but could not see a thing, just stones and more stones being thrown at us! That's it! I told myself. I grabbed my blanket and together with my sisters, we ran out of the hallway screaming at the top of our voice! What an experience!
But do not get me wrong. There were many other wonderful stories about this kampung of mine. It's just that what I remember most about the house is that incident ! Maybe I will share with you more stories some other time!
