I went to the temporary GXFC market (lasts 22 January – 21 February 2010) at the Kadazandusun Cultural Association (KDCA), Penampang for the second time tonight.
I spent 90 minutes in total.
Missed the lion dance show last night: too tired to go.
There were more attractions than the last time I went there.
These 100-feet-long dragons at the main entrance have been there since before Christmas
Click here if you’d like to learn more about the event.
For the rides, they used tokens with a swastika:
But I’d like to focus on the Ghost House there.
Yes, there are several human ghosts walking around in the converted Murut House until the 21st.
So I wandered inside with my son – RM5 is the fee, kids go in free.
I found the whole thing more funny than frightening, although my son thought otherwise.
The place is apparently not so popular, so people came in trickles. Which made the “ghosts” bored.
So as we were about to go in, the doorman shouted inside “oi, ada orang!” [hey, there are people coming in!]. As I walked in I could see several “ghosts” sitting on the stairs, smoking away. When the “ghosts” saw us, they scampered off inside, presumably to take up their positions at strategic nooks and crannies in order to jump at us as we walk past.
When we reached the top of the stairs, 2 people started to walk behind us, apparently as guides to prevent us from going the wrong way or a dead end. Or to help the “ghosts” should anybody dared to beat them up. These 2 were also smoking all the time while walking behind us.
The Ghost House should be called The Smoke House.
Still, I must say the organisers did quite a good job at transforming the house into a place not unlike a horror movie set.
Well, my son screamed everytime a creature wrapped in white cloth and Halloween mask lumbered across to block our way, or someone in a wig writhed on the floor and touched our ankles.
The 2 people at the back kept reassuring us that these were not real ghosts, as if we didn’t know that.
Then, at the end of the performance, the “ghosts” offered to take photos with us, to which my son replied emphatically: “DON’T WANT!” and dashed off to the exit.