So off we went, all six drunk young Singaporeans. I should add that the driver did drink a few cans of beer but he was not high. Anyway, we reached Lim Chu Kang Cemetery and my friend turned into the Hindu cemetery. He stopped near this shrine for a Hindu goddess named Kali. We explored the cemetery a little and then drove to the Muslim cemetery. It was here that all of us got out of the van for a smoke. My cousin who I shall call Suresh for this story, suddenly walked a meter from us and urinated into a small drain. Worse of all, there was a grave next to the drain!!!
We shouted at Suresh but he laughed and told us not be cowards. I would say Suresh was the most drunk out of all of us. Well we finished our smokes and left the cemetery for home. It was later in the day when I received a phone call from my auntie. She mentioned that Suresh was having a high fever and was blabbering incoherently. She wanted to know if we were doing drugs and of course I said we weren't because that was the truth.
I immediately went over to Suresh's house. When I entered his room, there was an immediate sense of uneasiness in the air. He looked pale and his eyes were wide open. He turned to look at me, started laughing and when he spoke, his voice was totally different from the cousin that I know. This voice was deeper and my cousin was talking in Malay. The first thing that came to mind was him urinating in the cemetery. I backed out of the room as though I was face to face with a tiger! I told my auntie about everything that happened at the cemetery. Thankfully they had a Malay neighbour and the story was related to them. It is truly a blessing that the Malay house knew someone that was a bomoh (witch doctor). Not just an ordinary bomoh but an old Malay man that had been practicing this craft for a very long time.
When the bomoh arrived outside Suresh's house, all of us heard him shouting. What's weird is that there was no way for Suresh to see this bomoh from his room nor did the bomoh have a grand entrance. The bomoh began reciting a prayer, at least I think it was a prayer, all the way to his room. I vividly remember seeing Suresh snarl at the bomoh and then his body was trashing wildly when the ritual started. It took more than two hours for the ritual to end and then the chaos stopped. We were told that the spirit had left his body. This spirit was very angry that he had disrespected a sacred place such as a cemetery. After being threatened by the bomoh, the spirit left but vowed to do more damage should the need arise.
Suresh had no recollection of what took place in his house but he is no longer his jovial self. He lost a bit of himself since that unfortunate night and I dare say there is a price to pay when you urinate on someone's grave.
Story submitted by: S.Ravi