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. ​

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.

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.

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.

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.

​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.

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​” 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?”

Peace Centre, situated in the Bugis Bras Basar district and at the arse end of Middle Road, is one of Singapore's  oldest surviving mall that has not been upgraded since it was first built.

​The floor tiles, wooden hand rails, and faded pastel green coloured walls are all reminiscent of the 70s decor. Back in its heydays, Peace Centre was home to an eclectic mix of shops selling anything from bespoke tailored outfits to Kachang Puteh* . Over the years it housed dodgy businesses that catered for all manner of vices - sex trades, alcohol, gambling, drugs; and these are the ones that I personally know about. I'm sure there might be other more nefarious and darker deeds going about that place that are only privy to those in the industry. 

*Kachang Puteh literally translates to White Nuts. These are roasted nuts covered in white sugar. It was a popular snack that one would buy to eat in the cinema. Peace Centre might be the only place left in Singapore with a Kachang Puteh seller. 

I was a tenant of that building from 2007 to 2012, and had forged very close friendship with the neighbours. Even the lady boss who was in-charge of property management would sit with the tenants at the third floor cafe to chat during the slow weekday afternoons. Ghost stories, especially in Asia, is the one conversational topic that creates an immediate bond between the different races and cultures, and for an old building like Peace Centre, the stories were endless. Many of these tales, though as scary as they are when narrated, often times were urban legends - someone who had heard it from someone who had heard it from someone else.

This story is slightly more believable because it came directly from someone who worked in the management office herself. T is not known to be someone who joked a lot. Besides my mother, T is the only other person I know who can smile with a frown. I have a love hate relationship with T. She's my landlady  and each month when I see her, it's usually to pay rent, but there are also times where she and I would just sit down and gossip about the events that took place next building at Peace Mansion. 

I remember in one conversation where I was due to renew my rental agreement and I asked for a cheaper rate, she offered her 7th floor office as an alternative. It had bigger floor space, and she was practically giving it away for free. So I asked her what's the catch. 

"It's haunted," she said. Just like that. No set up, no preamble. "Things can move around. Cupboards can open and close by themselves."

"But you were in that office for many years, aren't you afraid?"

"This place quite common. You can see spirits walking around the corridors at night. It's not harmful. They are like our tenants. We are used to them. That's why you see some offices will leave packet drinks and sweets outside their doors."

"Then why move out?"

"Last month the haunting in the office started getting violent. Got one new staff said he don't believe in all these nonsense. Around 5pm, before we knock off, he heard the office chair rolled around. He went to check but most of us had already left for the day and there's no one in the adjoining room. He decided to scold the spirit. 

That's when the glass partitioned shattered and a large piece of glass cut his neck. He didn't die of course but since then, many of us in the office don't feel safe anymore. The energy got a bit darker. So we moved to third floor."

"Any ghost there?"

"Yeah have, That one quite interesting. The room used to be rented by a church for their congregation, but then they moved out already and we used it as a store. There's a timid child spirit there, and I think over time, the place attracted other children spirits to that place. The shifu [a holistic movement practitioner] on the fourth floor said that these are aborted child spirits. They got no where to go. But the mood is a lot better than on the seventh floor. They like music. Anytime of the day, our office radio can turn on and play on its own. Sometimes they even change the channel on their own. If you walk past and you hear music, that's not for us; it's for them." ​

This one was shared with me by the security guard who swore that he got the story from the father of the kachang puteh seller. This urban legend started in the 80s when Singapore still had beggars that sleep at street corners. As the story goes, there's a old indian man that would only appear during dusk to ask for food and money. There was one young man who would often take pity on this beggar and bought him food and offered him money. Though this young man wasn't wealthy himself, he had a kind and generous heart.

One evening, when the young man had delivered food to the old beggar, the beggar reached out for his hand and asked him to stay. The young man did.

"Young man," the old beggar said. "You have a kind heart. It is my turn to return you a gift."

"It's okay, uncle, you don't have to give me anything," said the young man.

The old beggar just chuckled and palmed a dirty old coin in the young man's hand. "Keep this in your pocket at all times, you will never be lack of money," the old beggar said. 

In that instant, the young man saw a shift in the old beggar's face, for a split second, but in that time the young man thought he saw the form of Bhikshatana. Bhikshatana is an aspect of the goddess Shiva in Hindu mythology.

That was the last time that the young man saw the old beggar but he did remember to keep the coin in his pocket at all times. In fact, the young man prospered during the decade and owned a few business that operated out of Peace Centre. The rumour about his unnatural success was cemented when his businesses outlived his competitors. In the later part of 2000s, most of his businesses folded and he moved out of the building. No one has heard of him since. 

This led many of the neighbours to believe that he must have lost his magic coin.

To this day, the older tenants would advice their staff who are working late to never deny the beggar asking for food if they met one at Peace Centre.

Now the next bit might be entirely a coincidence but I cannot help but think back on this urban legend and wondering many times later in my life if I had indeed came face to face with the aspect of Shiva.

I knocked off around 10.00pm one night and I was taking the side stairs down towards middle road, The only light illuminating this stairwell was the light from the street lamp nearby. As I walked down towards the second floor landing, I met an old Indian man making his way up. At this time of the night, there is no reason for anyone to be going into the building, and for us tenants, we pretty much knew most people by face. This man however, was unkempt, clearly hadn't showered in a while, and I think he might have been drinking. He curled his fingers and brought it to his mouth in an action that most people would interpret as "eat". He rubbed his stomach with the other hand and repeated his actions. 

I fished out for my wallet and as luck would have it, for him, I only have a ten dollar bill in my wallet and no smaller change. Remembering the urban legend shared by the security guard, I did not hesitate to part with my money even though that would mean I would have to skip dinner. The man took my money and happily made his way upwards. I walked away feeling conflicted. Half of me feeling stupid, and the other half consoling myself that I've done a good deed.

Later that night, I found a folded fifty dollar bill in bus number 65. How would you explain that?

Come evening time, that place is a sight to behold. Many fine ladies in the tightest and tiniest of dresses, tottering around on the highest of heels would make their way down to have their meals before starting work at their respective nightclubs and karaoke bars in the vicinity. Danny and Anthony were two well known characters who would hang out everyday at the foodcourt area of Peace Mansion. ​They consider themselves entrepreneurs who truly understands what customers want, namely vices. The drinking and smoking tables at the food court are limited so we always end up sharing tables. As regulars, it is inevitable that bonds are forged and especially over common interest like booze and girls.

That was how I got invitation into house parties and saw the human side of Peace Mansion. It is easy to look at these working girls, pimps, and colourful characters and pass our high society judgment upon them, but when you had the opportunity to speak with them as a person as I have, I found that they are no different from my conversations with investment bankers, the traders, and the get-rich-quick "coaches". They all just want to make as much money as they can. Greed is the name of the game; It is a cut throat industry and respect is measured in dollar bills.

And with greed, especially in Asia, spirituality comes into play. I have heard stories of magic needles/beads that were surgically inserted under the skin in necks, cheeks, foreheads, and genitals, all in the name of business improvement. The ticket out for some of these girls were to snare a rich man who would keep them as a mistress. When that failed, magic is also used to take down a rival; and this was what, in my opinion, led to Peace Mansion having the haunted reputation it did.

Initially the bulk of the working girls were from China, but Thais, Vietnamese and even Mongolian girls started flooding the scene. Each bringing with them their own spiritual beliefs. Some of these fights can lead to bitter ends and if these tales were to be believed, magic was responsible for some of the suicides and sudden death cases. While the law could not catch them, it is said that blood debt requires blood sacrifices. These girls would use the lives of their unborn fetus as payment.

Any place with a high concentration of negative energy will attract spirits and entities from around the place, and over time, I was told, portals will form. For those dabbling in vices, they welcome such portals in their place of operation.

"The more spirits, the better. Then we can bind them to our will and ask them for favours," said Danny.

​Now I have calmed down to write my encounter last night.

As you all know, Selangor MCO started today (6th May 2021) and Raya is coming, my clients has assigned me to send Raya hampers this week.

Supposed those hampers is divided to 3 days delivery but as we are also uncertain as to travel restrictions, we decided to clear everything yesterday. We informed the recipients and they agreed to receive at night as well. All was good until approximately 9.55pm. I was at the MRR2. My GPS showed that the recipient house is 3km away and 6 mins to reach.

So I followed the GPS and suddenly it rerouted saying that I overshot. Well, sometimes we do take wrong turn so I was like... ok. Follow the rerouted route to a U-turn.

So the nearest U-turn was the Genting highland old road. The dark kampung road next to the Karak highway. I used to U-turn tat road in daylight. When entering that road will reach a traffic light. At traffic light turn right and will have a junction and we will reach the main road.

Last night at the traffic light, I turned right but can't see the junction. I can only follow the road.

​I didnt suspect anything and followed the road as per GPS. I remembered that time the road show 6km to reach destination. After about 2km I guess, suddenly the GPS showed 8km. I felt weird.

Then I look at surrounding. Both left and right are trees. Front and back no cars. I was all alone. There were no street lights.

My whole body jolted from inside as I stood outside the bedroom. I then reached out to switch on the light with my right hand. The sight of it was very frightening! I knew from looking at it's height that it was no foul play and having familiarity with the supernatural, the same dire feeling held me again!

The phone was in my left hand, I quickly took a picture and somehow I can feel that the thing knew what I was doing. I dropped my phone after taking a shot without flash. I picked it up quickly and with my hands trembling, set the camera to flash and took another shot.

The thing grew as it moved and immediately shrank .

I didn't dare open the door to check and just stood by my bedroom. I felt angry and afraid at the same time. Drank some water, sat down again and said some prayers.

I switched on my kitchen and living room lights as I went back to sleep. I was tossing and turning in bed and couldn't sleep till 7am.

(I'm sharing this so that if anything happens to me, people might know the cause.
I really value those who prayed and gave me moral support but I also have to confide that I came across some who had an adverse motive for my wellbeing. They are the ones alleging that I'm not helping myself, that I can leave this house tomorrow and change things around miraculously.)

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