In the shadow of a newly built LRT extension, just off the bustling Jalan Keramat, sits a row of terrace houses that real estate agents politely describe as “vintage.” Residents call it something else: Keramat 2 — not an official address, but a whispered name. It refers to a patch of land where a second, forgotten keramat lies buried beneath concrete, car parks, and karaoke lounges.
In 2019, a university student named Mira decided to document Keramat 2 for an anthropology project. She placed a voice recorder on the spot where the grave was believed to be — now the back alley behind a fried chicken shop. At 2:22 AM, the recorder captured what sounds like a woman’s voice humming an old Malay lullaby, “Anak ayam turunlah sepuluh…” Then a sharp whisper: “Jangan bina di sini.” (Don’t build here.)
As of last month, the fried chicken shop reported that their fryer oil lasts twice as long as usual, and no rats have been seen behind the building for over a year. Tok Salmah, it seems, is keeping the peace — one chicken wing at a time. keramat 2
Instead, they paved over it.
When Mira played the recording for Pak Hassan, he wept. “Tok Salmah is not angry,” he said. “She is tired. She just wants to be remembered.” In the shadow of a newly built LRT
The Ghosts of Keramat 2: When a Housing Estate Refused to Forget
The first sign of trouble was a crane that toppled sideways for no reason. Then, during the grand opening of the condo’s swimming pool, the water turned murky green overnight. Residents reported a woman in a kebaya sitting by the pool at 3 a.m., combing her long hair in silence. The building’s lifts would stop at the fourth floor — floor four, tingkat empat — even when no one pressed the button. Maintenance crews found the button permanently stained with kunyit (turmeric), as if from an invisible hand. She placed a voice recorder on the spot
By N. A. Rahman
Today, a small keramat has been unofficially rebuilt — tucked between a dumpster and a motorcycle parking bay. You’ll see wilted jasmine garlands, a small cup of coffee, and a single yellow candle flickering against the wind. The condo’s management pretends not to notice. The cleaners know not to touch it.
Most people know the story of Keramat Datuk Keramat — the shrine to a pious figure or local guardian spirit, marked by yellow cloth, incense, and offerings of roses and sticky rice. But few speak of Keramat 2 : the site of a 1970s condo development that went inexplicably wrong.