14/06/2026

REPORTING THE WEIRD, THE EERIE & THE UNEXPLAINED BOO! BEYOND AND

theSunday Special XII ON SUNDAY JUNE 14, 2026

They are always there, you just can’t see them

Ű BY KIRTINEE RAMESH newsdesk@thesundaily.com

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CROSS Malaysia, Indonesia, Brunei and Singapore, stories of the Orang Bunian have refused to fade quietly into the background.

Their name is often translated as “the hidden people”, beings said to exist just beyond the edges of ordinary human perception. Not ghosts. Not quite humans either. Something in between. Something elusive. They are described as strikingly beautiful, often dressed in the style of ancient Southeast Asia, as though they belong to a version of the region untouched by time. Some legends even claim they lack a philtrum, that small groove above the upper lip, a subtle detail that marks them as almost human, but not entirely. But appearance is not what defines them. It is their absence. Or more precisely, their ability to remain unseen. The Bunian are said to inhabit forests, mountains and remote landscapes, sometimes deep in untouched wilderness. Sometimes, unsettlingly, just beyond the edge of human settlements. In folklore, their world mirrors ours – families, communities, marketplaces, even royalty. A parallel civilisation hidden behind a curtain nobody can quite pull back. And somehow, in an era of GPS tracking, satellite imagery and hiking apps that can tell you exactly how many metres you’ve climbed before breakfast, these stories still refuse to disappear. Not because they are proven. But because they remain, in some quiet, stubborn way, imaginable. Where experience begins to get weird Ask people who spend enough time in jungles and mountains, and the conversation often shifts from folklore to experience. Not stories inherited from grandparents. Stories that happened to them. Or at least, they swear it did. One camper recounted a night that never quite made sense. “A part of the group went to town at night. They came back in the morning saying they had been spirited away into a Bunian town.” The account came from people who already believed they had experienced paranormal encounters before. Yet, what lingered was not the claim itself. It was the conviction. The complete certainty with which it was told. Another person described a quieter encounter along a river trail. Nothing appeared. Nothing moved. Nothing dramatic happened. And yet something felt different. The atmosphere shifted. In Bunian stories, it is often what doesn’t happen that leaves the deepest mark — the silence, the feeling of being observed, the strange certainty that you are no longer alone, despite every visible sign suggesting otherwise. Then, there are the stories that arrive second-hand, passed down through families. One account involved a group of hikers who had set up camp after dark and gathered around a fire. As they talked, they noticed one of their friends standing silently near the treeline. “Hey, what’s up with you, Mat? Come join us for some campfire story.” Mat didn’t answer. He simply stood there. Assuming he was in one of those moods, they eventually ignored him. Only later did they discover that Mat

Across Malaysia’s forests, rivers and rural edges, something has always been watching. The legend of the Orang Bunian isn’t just old folklore, it’s a feeling that still finds people today Who, or what, had been standing at the treeline remains a matter of interpretation. Nobody could explain it. And nobody could agree on what they had actually seen. The path that vanished Among the most common Bunian stories are those involving sudden disorientation in places that should be familiar. One childhood hiker recalled spotting what appeared to be a beautiful bamboo-lined path. “I saw a beautiful bamboo path... it looked legit like a maintained trail.” It looked intentional. Organised. Almost inviting. Like the forest had quietly installed a new feature overnight. Then, after turning back only moments later, the bamboo path was gone. Gone. No trace. No wrong turn. No obvious explanation. What followed were hours of confusion, looping through terrain that should have been familiar but somehow wasn’t, before eventually emerging far from the expected exit. No missing time. No supernatural revelation. No dramatic ending. Just a forest behaving in a way forests are not supposed to behave. And somehow, that feels unsettling enough. Voices with no visible source Other accounts are quieter. No shadowy figures. No disappearing trails. Just sounds. The kind that arrive when the forest is already dark enough to make you question your own confidence. One group reported hearing children following them and giggling at around 2am. Another described footsteps crunching through dry leaves behind them — slow, measured and seemingly keeping pace with the group. Sometimes, it is laughter. Sometimes, branches snapping. Sometimes, voices calling names from somewhere beyond the trees. And sometimes, there is absolutely nothing to see. Only the uncomfortable feeling that something is there. Present. Listening. Waiting. When the forest makes its own rules There are also stories in which space itself seems to become unreliable. had been in his sleeping bag the entire time. Fast asleep. Snoring, in fact.

Dense jungle has a way of making certainties dissolve — direction, distance, even time. It is in places like this that Orang Bunian stories feel least like legend. - AI GENERATED IMAGE

A bomoh reportedly claimed assistance from Bunian beings during rituals, describing figures that appeared regal, elegant and distinctly human-like. “They said the Bunian came from Gunung Ledang and lived in a hidden city more advanced than ours.” Years later, the storyteller revisited the experience through a more grounded lens, viewing it as an expression of cultural belief rather than literal reality. Yet one conclusion remained unchanged. “Whether people believe or not, these stories remain one of the most enduring parts of Malaysian folklore.” And perhaps that says more than the story itself. The forest was here first Perhaps the enduring appeal of Orang Bunian stories has very little to do with whether they are real. Perhaps it is about what they represent. The forest is older than cities. Older than roads. Older than maps. Older than our confidence that we understand everything. Even today, dense jungle can confuse modern technology, swallow sound, erase direction and stretch time in ways that feel strangely elastic. In that sense, the idea of hidden people is less about another civilisation lurking in the trees. It is about acknowledging how little control humans truly have in places that were never built for us. Somewhere between fact and folklore, between exhaustion and imagination, the forest becomes something else entirely. Not just a place you walk through. But a place that seems to notice you walking through it. And maybe that is why the stories endure. Even after we leave the forest behind, perhaps a part of us keeps wondering whether the forest ever really let us leave at all. Have you had your own encounter with the unexplained in Malaysia’s forests or beyond? We’d love to hear from you. Write to us at booandbeyond.thesun@gmail.com

One person described a small orchard behind a family home. “For some reason I couldn’t find the gate. I kept getting sent back to the clearing.” The gate had not moved. The orchard had not changed. Yet every path somehow led back to the same spot. Only after stopping to rest did the exit reappear, exactly where it should have been all along. Another hiker described stumbling into what appeared to be a quiet, well-maintained field. Moments later, a second glance revealed something far less comforting. It looked more like a graveyard. “Suddenly I felt chills... I ran.” Behind him, sounds echoed through the forest, sounds that seemed completely disconnected from anything he could actually see. The logic behind the legend Of course, sceptics have explanations. Forests are excellent at confusing people. Light changes. Trails repeat. Sounds bounce unpredictably. Fatigue distorts judgement. Fear fills gaps with stories. And honestly? That is probably true more often than not. But folklore rarely survives for centuries on logic alone. As one reflection among these stories puts it: “Maybe there is nothing in the forest except trees... or maybe there are reasons our ancestors warned us to tread carefully.” The Orang Bunian occupy that fascinating space between misperception and meaning, between culture and imagination, between what can be measured and what can only be felt. Even people who no longer believe often describe the forest differently after spending enough time in it. Not as empty space, but as somewhere deserving a little humility. Between two worlds One account describes a family experience involving traditional healing.