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Hello everyone, thank you for taking the time to visit this page. If you are here, it could only mean one thing - you're a fan of Supernatural Confessions (SC), or you like ghost stories.
I've had many thoughts in my head over the past many years and some of them were really mind-blowing if I could say so myself, but I never really told anyone, so they remained mostly in my head. If I had documented them, I bet they make for good reading. I thought that since we have this platform now, and I'd like to think that many of you were would be interested in the things that went on behind the scenes of Supernatural Confessions, I've decided to use the platform as a way to air my thoughts and for you to get a peek behind the curtains at how and why things are done the way they are at Supernatural Confessions. You might have noticed that SC has revamped itself at the start of the year and that is by design. We have come a long way since our humble beginnings, and I intend to say true to the original vision and mission. At this juncture, I feel certain names need to be mentioned and recognised for SC's current place in the universe. In chronological order - Jane Franklin, Grace Chai, Tim Oh, Alvin de Cruz, Eugene Toh (ET), Janan, Jonathan Lim, Cici, Sonia Khurana, Melvin, Wayne, Manesh, Joachim "Kim" Then, Joseph de Cotta, Cara, Lynn, Ivan, Bill and Matt. Honourable mention: Joel, Alan, KK, Ericsson, Cinzia, ZP Matt, Ray, Desmond, Esther, Ariel, Hermant, Kathy, Linda, Mark, Shi Min, Carlos, Oliver, Jun Hao, Kimberly, Marc, and many others. We started off with just my iPhone 5, a pen and notepad. The mission was simple - everyone who has had a paranormal encounter should have a safe space to tell their story without being ridiculed. The place is Supernatural Confessions. We grew, and we grew, and we grew, organically. No click baits, no buying subscriber count, no blitz strategy. We just kept doing what we promised to do. And we couldn't have done it without you. At the start of this year, I found myself at a crossroad. Real life was getting hectic - a man must be able to put food on the table, after all. Running Supernatural Confessions was taking up as much time as my day job, if not more. I had a decision to make: let SC ride into the sunset and perhaps die a silent death, or make a choice to shift my attention away from the grind of a day job and focus my efforts into SC to take it to a professional level. I met Tim Oh for teh-and-eggs at Ya Kun one morning and shared my vision with him. "You always had big dreams for SC," he said. "Even from way back, I just wanted it to remain as a podcast, but you wanted to do live stream and more. I'm happy for you." "Dreams come with a price tag, Tim," I replied, stirring my teh c kosong. "Yes, and that's why if anyone can do it for SC, it would be you, and it's not something you could just sub out to just about anyone to do it. SC is you; you are SC." "SC needs to continue with or without me." "Are you ready to let it go?" "I'll set it up proper, then at some point the community will have to take it over. New leadership, new ideas, but the mission doesn't change." "Then you have your answer." And that was the defining line that made me decide to drop everything and go pedal-to-the-metal with Supernatural Confessions. Well, we'll see how this year goes. And you, my friends, get the front row seats to witnessing either the greatest transformation of SC, or the most painful crush-and-burn of Eugene Tay. Stay tune to this page for more updates. P.s. If you would like to support us by buying us coffee, you could head over to this page - buymeacoffee.com/superconfess. - Eugene Tay  Photo via Lianhe Zaobao Disclaimer: It is important to note that the beliefs expressed in this article are based on superstition and not necessarily grounded in fact or logic. I am in no way insinuating that block 640B is haunted and in no way should this article reduce the value of that estate. This article is to educate and share local superstitious beliefs passed down from previous generations. Written by Eugene Tay Block 640B of Tampines North Street 62 GreenVines made headline news this week when netizens shared a photo of the new Build-To-Order (BTO) flat that looks like it’s a set for a horror movie. Initially I thought it was just a design feature thought up by someone who isn’t chinese and approved by someone who isn’t superstitious. I didn’t think much about it, until I received a text message from a contact who knew something about the history of the land the estate was built on.
A Bit of Backstory of the Plot of Land that GreenVines Sits On The place was a heavily forested area untouched by urbanisation until recent years when the land was cleared to make way for housing development projects. Back in the days, the area was a popular spot for spiritual practitioners to discard cursed items, trap spirits inside of trees, or release them into the “wild”. There are a few places like that in Singapore but the numbers have been significantly reduced now. Another famous place for discarding spirits was in Bedok South. The place is also taken over by another BTO project (Hori-cough-cough-zon). That’s a story for a different time. Tampines North was the last part of Tampines to be developed, and over the years it has accumulated a lot of spiritual energy enough for some practitioners to believe that the place has opened up a rift for spirits to travel freely between two worlds. From the late 90s to the early 2000, there was a movement amongst young thrill seekers to spend the night in this part of Tampines North to test their courage and mettle against the spirits. Stories of possession and spiritual attacks were plenty, but to be fair, it was hard to verify the authenticity in many of these experiences. In the late 2000, I suspect the Housing Development Board must have stepped in to invite some spiritual masters to intervene, and the place was gentrified, spiritually speaking. Yellow cloths were tied to certain trees and the process of “herding” lost souls begun.
Chinese Culture and Feng Shui View of Red In Chinese culture, while red is often associated with good luck, prosperity, and happiness, when used sparingly (decorations, clothing, and accessories only), it can also be seen as a bold and aggressive colour that can bring bad luck or misfortune when it becomes overwhelming. In Feng Shui, the colour red is generally not recommended for use in homes because it is believed to be a very strong and fiery colour that can create an overwhelming or unbalanced energy in the space. The colour red is associated with the fire element and is believed to be “too hot” for a home environment. According to one Feng Shui master, he said that buildings that are painted in red are likely to create these two scenarios.
If you or someone you know is living in 640B Tampines Street 62, and have a supernatural encounter to share, please reach out to me (+65 94594931). Note: Regardless if you are a believer or a skeptic, most people will agree that the red was just a tad too much. Repainting work started on 1st March 2023, and the place doesn't look like it did in the photos. In a CNA article, Housing Development Board (HDB) feedback that the GreenVines estate was inspired by tropical fruits, and block 640B reflected the colour of dragon fruit.   Confession by Luca Hi, I am a student at Maris Stella High School and here is my confession. One day last year, it was just before my exams and I wanted to revise, so my friend and I decided to come to school early. The first day we were meeting early, I had misjudged the time taken to get to school and arrived early at about 6.20a.m. When I got to class, it was still locked, so I waited for about ten minutes for the school caretaker to go about his rounds to unlock the doors. arrived and let me in. Being the playful person I am, I decided to scare my friend as he was coming in. I kept the lights and the fan off, and the windows closed as they were. While crouching in the corner, I suddenly heard the sound of something being dragged. I was spooked because the class school had been dead silent before that. Wanting to see what was making the noise, I decided to turn on the lights. It was a table that had been dragged about 2 m across the floor. I was shocked. The tables are quite heavy, with the frame being made of metal. I thought that it was impossible for the wind to have done this. At that time in the morning, no one could have placed strings either. Out of all the tables, all arranged in the usual exam format. It was the table in the corner that moved. While investigating the sound, the window near the spot I had been hiding slowly creaked open. At this point, all my rational thoughts just flew out of my mind. While investigating the sound, the window near the spot I had been hiding slowly creaked open. At this point, all my rational thoughts just flew out of my mind. I'm not ashamed to say, I was really freaked out! I know for a fact that I had closed and locked the window shut the previous day. I was the last one out of class and the first one in this morning. I left the classroom immediately.
I feel that it is also worth mentioning that my school is known for hauntings, I do not know how true, but supposedly it is built on a cemetery. We are also right beside Bartley crematorium. While I was in Maris Primary, there was a toilet that was supposedly very haunted. It was behind the stage in the Hall. It was always quiet but there are stories of screams and singing coming from there, even apparitions have been seen. In the secondary side, there is a terracotta warrior and during camp nights, when students sneak off to roam around for fun, the statue is said the disappear or move its hand. There is also a winding corridor on the 5th level. It really creeps me out. It's always quiet and deserted. We only go there when we are playing catching. People have said to have seen figures walking around, the disappearing, some even of a woman with long black hair, wearing a blue dress. When there are turns in that hallway, there are mirrors, maybe it is to help students see what's around the corner. Overall my school definitely has creepy vibes, especially in the early morning and night.  Group photo before entering Labrador Park Confession by Haye Eugene: For some background information of the confessor, she is 'gifted' with the psychic ability to sense things that people cannot see. She had plenty of encounters growing up. This confession is one of the scariest she had encountered. This experience took place on a ghost walking tour that she attended with her uncle, auntie, cousin and her husband. There were five of them on this trip. We started off the tour at Kent Ridge Park, it wasn't too bad, I did see a few fleeting shadows and smell the sweet scent that is often associated with a specific type of supernatural but the main part of this story starts at Labrador park. We were going to be walking through a forest. The tour guides told us to switch off our phones and they gave us candles to help us see in the dark. I could already sense there were spirits there, but I felt it was normal since it is their home. we walked into the forest for about 400-500m when my cousin said, 'Hey, we need to wait for our aunt and uncle!'. So I turned around and waited. I was the only one facing my aunt and uncle, so when they were walking towards us, I noticed my cousin's husband was behind them, standing slightly further back and staring at the ground. I thought it was strange that he would be that far behind when he had been walking with my cousin and I this whole time. There was this feeling in my heart telling me there was something off about him. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my cousin's husband; he had been standing next to me the whole time. "Let's go," he said. So what was that taking on his form? I turned back to look at the doppelgänger but it had vanished  Labrador Park is notorious for spiritual sightings due to its tragic history. I was seriously freaked out but it was too late for me to turn back now, and I didn't want to scare the others as well. So I kept this incident to myself and continue walking the forest trail. When we passed by a toilet, my cousin's husband and uncle said that they needed to go "take a piss" in case their bladder gets full later and they are forced to piss on a tree. In our local superstition, pissing on a tree might attract spirits to follow you back. The toilet lights were activated by motion sensor. At this time of the night, it will remain dark unless someone or something large moves in the proximity. A moment after my cousin's husband and uncle came out of the toilet, the lights turned off on its own. We continued the journey but a few seconds later the lights turned on by itself again. I turned to look at the toilet; I had a nagging suspicion that there's something looking at us. I kept turning around to look at the direction of the toilet until the lights turned off again. This time I saw it - a white shrouded entity - a Pocong - was standing right at the spot where my uncle was. I quickly turned away and hurried in front. This time I saw it - a white shrouded entity - a Pocong - was standing right at the spot where my uncle was.  A photo example taken from the internet to illustrate what a Pocong traditionally looks like. But here is where things got crazy for me. The tour guides stopped in the middle of the trail as they wanted to share a story about World War 2. We were gathered around in a semi-circle, and the guide started sharing with us what happened during the war in Labrador park. Suddenly I felt someone tap my shoulder three times.
I assumed it was one of my relatives but when I turned I came face to face with someone I did not recognise. That's when I knew I had messed up big time. Suddenly everything around me amplified: I could feel the air around me thicken and grew heavy. I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel around me. There was a scream coming out of the forest. Then a strange mechanical buzzing sound from overhead - much like an old propeller plane flying by. Then the intense feeling of sadness set in. I could feel the tragedy of this place; the deaths, the suffering, the souls trapped in time. Everything. it's not uncommon for me to be able to sense whether a place has good/bad history. sometimes when i walk into a person's house I can tell whether they're a tight-knit or a dysfunctional family just based on my senses, but the psychic imprint of this place was extremely strong. The tour guide stopped talking at this point. He said he sensed a sudden change in the atmosphere. He pulled out a radio box that supposedly allow for ghosts to communicate through it. He asked a few questions such as, 'who are you, are you a foreigner or a local' etc. The spirit didn't speak, but instead communicate through another device - a K-II Electromagnetic Field meter - blinking once for no and twice for yes. The answer the tour guide got from it was it was a female. When it was my turn to hold on to the device, the light on the meter went straight up to the maximum number of dots, meaning there was a presence, or multiple presence, around me. We decided to move away from the spot. The red LED light stayed at the maximum reading all the way through the rest of the forest trail. Even the guide commented that he had not seen such a strong, persistent, reading before.  This is a confession about a dog owner who moved into a haunted apartment. The dog had sensed something was amiss but it was not until the owners placed her bed at the exact spot where someone had died before that something peculiar took place. Confession by Marie Ho In early August, my partner and I moved into our home in an old condo, with our dog, Heidi, just before the Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival started. Heidi is a 14-year old senior dog from Switzerland, who doesn’t act or look her age. Since she came to stay with me last year, she stole my heart and made me a dog person no one thought possible. The following Thursday, we woke up to find Heidi immobilised in her bed. She had peed in her bed, unable to stand up or walk. We tried to help her stand up, but she collapsed right away. It was the first time she was like this, and her eyes looked so dazed. I thought we might just lose her. We rushed her down to the vet for an emergency appointment. At the clinic, Heidi underwent almost every test possible. My usually timid dog turned aggressive and bit all the nurses. We had little choice but to sedate Heidi just to get the X-rays done. The X-Rays showed that her stomach and heart were slightly enlarged, and the full blood test showed some elevated liver levels. But the results left us perplexed - there was no stroke, nothing to explain why she suddenly collapsed, or what could cause a paralysis like that. The vet was hesitant to provide any answers then and arranged for us to come back the next day for more checks. Fortunately for us, there was an Animal Communicator at the clinic that night and the vet invited her into the room to "speak" with Heidi and find out what was wrong, because medically there was nothing severely wrong to explain her sudden condition. Because medically there was nothing severely wrong to explain her sudden condition. The Animal Communicator spoke with Heidi and related her findings to us - Heidi seemed so far away. Heidi was scared and asked if it was really time for her to go, for someone had told her so. Heidi said she loved us very much, and waited a long time for me to come into her life. She had been my partner’s dog for 13 years, but got instantly attached to me since we met. I’ve never been much of an animal person and never thought I could love a dog this much but when I heard that, I broke down and cried even harder. At first I thought it was the stress of moving house and adjusting to a new place. But with Heidi like this, I had no logical explanation. At the brink of sounding crazy - I thought it could be something spiritual in the house/room, as the place had been left empty for a while before we bought it. It could explain why my partner had been having these consecutive long dreams of someone chasing him and waking up tired every morning. Heidi also seemed so lost in our new place, not wanting to come into our room. It was very strange because she always wants to be near us, and is used to sleeping in the room with us. The night before, we carried her into the room and placed her on her bed at the corner, only to have her wake up immobilised. I shared the incident with my sister and family friend, and we arranged for a Space Cleanser to come in the next day.  Heidi limp and lifeless Getting through Thursday night We carried her home from the vet in tears. She was so limp and lifeless in our arms. Her breathing was hard and laboured, sometimes gasping. We had the 24/7 Animal Hospital number on speed dial preparing ourselves for the worst. All I could do was put my hands on her and pray. Please, please don’t take her away from me this soon. That night, we slept with Heidi in the living room. There were two disturbances - first, she had a nightmare and was yelping in her sleep. Second, she had diarrhoea all over herself and had no strength to get up. She is a very shy dog and you can tell she was so embarrassed. We hardly slept that night, waking up to pray over her or calm her down, or clean her up. Space Cleansing The Space Cleanser came on Friday morning. We shared briefly that it had been a stressful time moving house, the consecutive dreams, and our dog getting paralysed. He walked around the house. He said we had a mild restless spirit in the house who was stuck, who he didn't know where to go. He went into the room and said there was a bed where our new wardrobe is, and a man had passed away there - it was peaceful but the send-off was likely not done properly. (We changed the orientation to build a new wardrobe in the space). We were stunned. We didn’t tell him, but that was the exact area we had placed Heidi’s old bed in, and she couldn’t get up the next day. I guess it explained why Heidi was so uncomfortable in the room and preferred the living room. He started chanting and cleansing the house with incense and prayers. And Heidi got up and started walking like nothing had ever happened. She followed him everywhere in the house, just like her old self. He started chanting and cleansing the house with incense and prayers and Heidi got up and started walking like nothing had ever happened. He cleansed the house and said the spirit left by the main door. He gave us advice for keeping our home aura happy and harmonious, and an amulet to put under our pillow for restful sleep. That night, my partner slept like a log for the first time since we moved in. Heidi came into the room and slept on her new bed, this time in a different spot next to us. Her next-day recovery was nothing short of a miracle, but we are still following up with regular vet appointments just to be sure.  Heidi's medical record states "Remarkable recovery (spiritual)??" We tried tracking down the previous owner of the home but reached a dead end. I don’t have a logical explanation for what happened, but take it that we did a good deed. After this incident, many good things started happening - things fell into place, life generally felt smoother. Above all, I’m just thankful to come back to a happy home and to have our dog back.
 Sent by a member who wishes to remain anonymous. About nine years ago in 2012, my 15 years old daughter was having major depressive disorder. Her condition was very severe at that time. I won’t go into details about her condition, but because of her condition, she used to sleep on the same bed with me so that I can watch her. On a particular night, my hubby was overseas and my older daughter decided to crash in with us sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Sometime past 4am, I noticed that my younger daughter was not by my side and I left the room to look for her. I found her crying and bleeding in her room. She had even written a note to me to say that she thought she had really gone crazy that time and she was scared. I hugged her and after assuring her that everything was gonna be alright, asked her what had happened. What she related to me would send chills to anyone, but it did not occur to me to be afraid then. She said that when she awoke in the middle of the night and turn to face away from me which was a half wardrobe, she saw a mesmerising meadow. After looking at it some more, she saw a girl being carried on a stretcher coming towards her and then the girl came off the stretcher and tried to attack her. That was when she ran to her own room. She saw a girl being carried on a stretcher coming towards her and then the girl came off the stretcher and tried to attack her. She was planning to do some reading when she noticed a woman (ghostly) standing behind her sister’s room door (their doors are adjacent to each other). She freaked out and closed her door. Later, she saw from the reflection of her wardrobe that some of her soft toys were breathing. All these freaked her out so much, she thought she was going crazy that she slashed herself and left me the note. Luckily, I found her in time. After tending to her wounds and praying with her, she managed to calm down. By this time, my older daughter has also awaken to help in praying and calming her. She even sent text messages to her church members to activate prayers for us ASAP. At about 6am, the clock in our living room crash landed onto the floor. This is something impossible. At about 6am, the clock in our living room crash landed onto the floor. This is something impossible. It’s a steel nail and metal hook that secure the clock. We checked the hook. It was intact. How did the clock fly off the wall? Is it related to what has happened in the wee hours to my girl? * Additional Notes: The daughter is doing will now and she’s now a psychologist herself. She remembers the incident and she wants to use her own experience to help others now. As for the paranormal experience, she experienced it more than once and she still remembers them as well. But as a Christian, she puts them down to demonic attacks. Eugene's Notes: The daughter is doing will now and she’s now a psychologist herself. She remembers the incident and wants to use her own experience to help others now. As for the paranormal encounters, she experienced it more than once and she still remembers them as well; but as a Christian, she puts them down to demonic attacks.
The line being crazy and hantu-afflicted is a fine one. In the field of parapsychology, we believe that when a person is physically or psychologically weak, as in the case of having illnesses or depression, the person is more prone to being supernaturally attacked. How then do we say with certainty that it is only one problem (medical) and not the other (supernatural)? Denying a person of medical help is foolish, to say the least; debunking the existence of supernatural elements at play, to believers like me, is equally foolish. For more of such confessions, you can join us in discussion on our Facebook Group. Submitted by Asan Kayo on SC Private Group - It Must Be the Hantu ” Not only one but 3 lady cyclists encountered a driverless van around 1-2am along New Tiew Road recently. Anyone has any information of driverless van or ghost van or ghost vehicle along that stretch?”  This was submitted to us via a member of the SC Private Group. This was taken in a condominium in the east of Singapore. According to the management, the 4th floor unit has been empty for three months but security guards doing their rounds would occasionally see a lady in white standing at the window. This video is edited to shorten the duration to where the action is and brightened for clarity. Discussion on the group has suggested that it might be a curtain or a squatter in the unit but personnel working in the condominium has confirmed that there's not body living in the unit and there's no curtain by the window. So what could this be? You can see the zoom in stills below.
 Confession by Hamdan Angullia This story was told to me by an ex-colleague, J, many years ago so the details might not be so accurate. The story was so bizarre that it remained in my memory for almost thirty years. J, just got married and was in a rush to move into his first flat at Bedok Central Block 200-something. It was one of those low level flats with only four levels, and he had managed to get it at an attractive price. This first incident took place on the night they moved in. The couple was doing what newly-weds do. The bed was shaking because of the love making, but a little later on, J thought the bed was shaking more than it should. So he slowed it down a notch but the bed continued shaking with the previous intensity. J leapt off the bed and looked around the place. His young wife was still on the bed, obviously baffled by her husband’s strange behaviour. It didn’t take long for her to realise quickly that the bed was still shaking vigorously when it shouldn’t. She too leapt off the bed. Without hesitation or discussion, they got dressed in a hurry - the amorous mood totally ruined - and left the flat. J used a payphone to call his father to explain what had just happened. His father told J not to return to the flat and to wait for him at the hawker centre. His father arrived two hours later. In that time, he had gone to seek the services of a bomoh. J related the incident again to the Bomoh when he arrived and, together, the four of them went back to J’s flat. When they were approaching the stairs, J saw his neighbour, an elderly malay man with a sinisterly creased face dressed in black shirt, black pants with a black songkok. He stood on the stairs as if he had been waiting for them. J greeted the man. The neighbour nodded at J but addressed the Bomoh directly. “I know what you are going to do. But you should let me do it. It’ll be so much easier because they all belong to me,” the man said, and went on to explain that he too was a Bomoh and that he pelihara (kept) a lot of jin and other supernatural creatures. He too was a Bomoh and that he pelihara (kept) a lot of jin and other supernatural creatures. “When the previous owner of J’s flat moved out, the flat had been vacant for a long time. I tompang (use) the place and housed some of these things.” The neighbour explained that he intended to take them all back once he knew the new owner was going to move in. He thought he might have some time when renovation work was being done but J and his wife had moved in without doing any renovation. Once they got the keys to the flat, they cleaned it, brought what little furniture and appliances they had into the flat and moved in, all in one day. So J, his wife, his father and the visiting Bomoh remained on the ground floor while the neighbour went up to J’s flat to collect his jins and other supernatural beings. J didn’t know what the neighbour had done and quite honestly I don’t think he really wanted to know either. It was an ‘ignorance is bliss’ that sort of thing. After the cleansing was done and everyone had left, J and his wife lay in bed but couldn’t finish what they started. The mood was gone and they spent the rest of the night still feeling spooked. Everything was well the next day and the days after. Almost a month passed with no disturbances. One night J and his wife were roused from their sleep from sounds coming from the storeroom. They could hear things being dragged about or knocked on. Maybe it’s the mice, J thought to himself. They could hear things being dragged about or knocked on. He got out of bed, opened the door of the storeroom, and switched on the lights. The storeroom was bare, with just some bags, cleaning materials, a few utensils and fishing gear. J didn’t find any mice in there, of course, but said he felt a strong presence there and smelled a strange odour. It was also strangely cold. The strange sounds continued after J left the storeroom. J woke his wife up and together they went next door to look for their neighbour. “I think you might have forgotten to collect one more,” J said. “Hmmm.” The neighbour looked puzzled for a moment and appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, but decided to follow J back to his home. The neighbour looked into the storeroom, closed the door again and spoke to J outside the flat. “There is something in there, but it is not mine. It is a hantu ayer (a water ghost).” “How the hell did it get into my storeroom?” “I spoke to it just now,” the neighbour replied. “It had attached itself to your fishing rod when you had gone fishing and it followed you home.’ J was stunned at the answer. He had indeed gone fishing at Bedok Jetty the night before. “Can you help me to get rid of it?” The neighbour nodded. Even though there were no more incidents in the flat after that, J and his wife sold the flat as soon as they were able to. No one likes living next door to a bomoh and all his jinns.  Confession by Lawrence Akm This incident took place in 2020. My cousin, his friend and I went for a run at Mount Faber around 9pm. We drove up to the summit to park our car and started our run from there, down Mount Faber Park and towards Labrador Park. After we ended our run, we took a short break before making our way back towards Fort Canning. This was when things started getting strange. It was a direct route but for some reason, we couldn’t find our way back. We used a map app and it led us on a roundabout and we kept coming back to the same spot. Eventually we decided to ditch the walking path and take the road instead. If cars can come in and out via the road, that would be our best bet to find a way out of the park. So we took a narrow one lane road up the hill. There were some buildings there which looked like a chalet or some sort. It was already dark and the orange glow from the old lamps along the pavement did not help much. We checked the time, it was only 10.30pm; too early in the night for us to be spooked out but for some reason we were all feeling a bit uneasy at that time. As we were making our way up the hill. I turned back to look for any cars behind. That was when I spotted a leaf on a banana tree shaking violently; it was not only shaking, it was twisting! It was almost as if an external force was playing with the leaf. If it was the wind, I thought to myself, then the other leaves should be moving too but in this case, I double checked, it was only that one single leaf moving and twisting. Mind you, I wanted so much to believe that it was the wind but it was a warm and windless night. This does not look at all right to me. I quickly turned back and told my cousin and his friend about the strange leaf. His friend immediately asked me to be quiet and keep walking. I quickly turned back and told my cousin and his friend about the strange leaf. His friend immediately asked me to be quiet and keep walking. There was something ominous about the way he hushed us up that no one wanted to ask anything and we all just kept walking.
We eventually came to a spot with no street lights but the road led on into the darkness. We decided that perhaps this was not going to lead us back to our car and turned back to find a different route up. As we were making our way back out of the narrow road, I turned back to look at the banana leaf one more time. It had stopped moving. When we finally reached the mainroad and found civilisation again, we started to exchange notes about our individual observations. My cousin told me that if I see these things - things that cannot be explained - I should be quiet and not say anything about it, because as soon as “they” know that we have noticed their presence, they will continue disturbing us. Until today, I could not find a scientific explanation for what we encountered. Maybe it was an insect or a squirrel, I keep telling myself, but deep down inside I know what it was that I saw that night - It must be the hantu. |
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