Confessions by Rahim
Illustration by Syed Wilson
This is one ghost story that has nobody in it. - Eugene Tay
This story took place in Batu Pahat, Johor Bahru, Malaysia where I was staying with my parents and 3 sisters.
There was a period of time where we were 'disturbed' everyday for almost a month. There were nights where we would experience strange noises in our house. The noises sounded like something scurrying around the house and even on our roof. There was this tik-taking sound like the sound of nails on zinc.
At first we would dismiss it as noises made by our cats but as time goes by it got even worse. There was one occasion where I was very sure I heard the noise coming directly from my bedroom but when I went in to check, there was nothing!
Apart from the noises there were also a foul stench that came out of no where. We thought that maybe an animal had died under the floorboards or in the attic, but despite searching the whole house, we could not find the source. And strangely enough, the stench was not always persistent; appearing and disappearing at different times of the day.
My father decided to seek spiritual help from a bomoh to take a look at our house to find out what was the cause of these disturbances.
My father decided to seek spiritual help from a bomoh to take a look at our house to find out what was the cause of these disturbances.
I remembered it was a Friday night when the bomoh arrived.
The moment he stepped into the house, he told us that there was something which is not of this world that had taken refuge in our house. We were shocked to hear what he had told us. The bomoh began his ritual of cleansing; he went to every corner and every room in our house. My father asked what was actually causing all the disturbances and the bomoh said that soon we will get to see its true form.
The bomoh chanted prayers and to our surprise, we heard a scurrying sound coming from the kitchen towards the living room! What we saw was the most hideous thing and I will never ever forget it! It was a hideous looking head connected to a hand! Get this - i'm not making this up. It was literally a head that was on a hand!
What we saw was the most heinous thing and I will never ever forget it!
Confession retold by Eugene Tay
This story was told to me in 2009 by a close family friend. This incident took place during the late 80s, early 90s era at Kaki Bukit estate, Singapore.
Kaki Bukit had a new HDB development that was built upon old kampong grounds and cemetery for those who can recall it. Our house faced a hill which leads up to an old mosque. Currently you try to find that place on the map, it would show just a cluster of new HDB blocks. No more hill, no more mosque, and apparently no more news of a Nenek Kebayan roaming the area.
I stayed there for 12 years before moving out to Seng Kang. I had 2 miscarriages in that house and the final incident is the most painful memory I had to bear. So to many people, my husband included, the legend of Nenek kebayan is a myth, but to me I believe that’s who was responsible for those deaths.
I had 2 miscarriages in that house and the final incident is the most painful memory
My husband was working in offshore marine line and I was a full time housewife. We were wedded for about three years and living with his parents in that time before getting a place of our own at Kaki Bukit. So naturally when the new home came we tried to start a family.
It didn’t take long for me to get pregnant with our first child. My husband would work shift so that would mean there was about 2 weeks to a month, sometimes, he will be out at sea. My mother would come by to help out during those times. So what I’m about to tell you is not just the ramblings of a pregnant woman, my late mother, bless her soul, was able to corroborate my experience.
I was in my third trimester, I remember. We were ready to welcome the arrival of my first born. That’s when I encountered this Nenek. Back in those days it was common for us to leave our doors open. All the neighbours pretty much knew each other and in the afternoons the Malay neighbours from downstairs would come to door to door to sell gorang pisang (fried banana fritters). We knew all the maciks (middle aged malay ladies) there so when the Nenek* appeared we were quite puzzled.
*Nenek literally translates to "grandmother". A polite term to address an elderly malay woman.
She wasn’t selling anything, she just wanted to come in to our home to congratulate us on the pregnancy. Although I remember feeling very uneasy at that time, I didn’t want to appear offensive so I let her in. She was quite unkempt and smelled stale like someone who had not had a shower in a while.
She placed her hands on my belly and smiled. Talking to my unborn kid in Malay. I didn’t understand all the words but It really made me uncomfortable. My mom was asleep at that time. She usually takes her afternoon nap and would wake up around dinner time. This took place around 6pm, I recalled, because I was secretly hoping for my mom to get up soon so I have an excuse to disengage.
She placed her hands on my belly and smiled. Talking to my unborn kid in Malay.
Eventually, I made an excuse to go to the kitchen to make her a cup of coffee. She smiled at me, her teeth were in terrible condition. That’s what made her so memorable. She merely nodded at me and kept that grin plastered on her face as I went to the kitchen.
From the kitchen I could see the main door. So if she had left my home, I would be able to notice her leaving; and she’s quite old and walked with a shuffle, so even more so it would be easy to spot her leaving. When I went back to the living room with the coffee she was no where to be seen. I checked the rooms, but no sign of her. I shrugged it off as probably something that I might have missed and was glad that she decided not to stay around.
That night I woke up with a terrible cramp in my abdomen. The contractions were excruciating but I knew it was too early for delivery. I bled all over the bed; my mom called for an ambulance but by the time I was taken to the hospital for check, the baby was gone.
By the time I was taken to the hospital for check, the baby was gone.
I did not see the Nenek anymore and didn’t tell anyone about it either. My husband and I decided to try again the following year and again in the third trimester, the Nenek appeared at my door again.
All the old memories came flooding back. This time I did not let her enter and I quickly closed the door on her. She was outside hurling insults and curses, demanding to be let in.
I went to the room to wake my mother up. My mom went to the peephole to look at the Nenek and immediately told me to stay in the room and start praying.
I’m not a very devout Catholic. I was introduced to the religion by my parents but besides going for the occasional Sunday mass, I was mostly Catholic by name. But that day I poured my heart into my prayers. My whole body was shaking in fear. I could sense whatever outside was evil. In my heart, I had always suspected the Nenek was behind my first miscarriage but now I’m sure.
From the room I could hear her growling outside and cursing. Then there was a foul stench so strong it was like the the sewerage had burst or something. Very foul smell and it seem to come and go.
Outside my door I could hear my own mother calling upon the Lord’s name. This went on for sometime and finally all was quiet. I continued staying in my room. My mother came in and comforted me. She didn’t want to elaborate much on it but many years later my mother revealed that through the peephole she was able to see the Nenek’s true form and it was hideous. She knew about such creatures from her growing up years in kampongs but that was the first time she has seen one up close.
Through the peephole she was able to see the Nenek’s true form and it was hideous.
I did not feel good the entire week; worried that I might bump into her if I went out so I just stayed home.
The following week when my husband came back, we left home only for my regular Gyne check up. That’s when we found out that my baby’s heart had stopped beating.
My husband does not believe in all these stories and attributed the miscarriages to me being stressed or purely biological. But to me, I’m going to my grave with the belief that it was that Nenek that took my both my children.
When I had my third child, we stayed at my in-laws place and there was not trouble at all. We moved back after the baby was born despite me being hesitant to do so but living with the in-laws weren’t very convenient. In the first five years that we returned home, I would sometimes smell that same foul smell at night and hear nails scratching on my windows, but no outright knocking or appearance.
We moved out of that house as soon as we could and thankfully till today I’m glad to say I had no other further encounters like that.
The legend of Nenek Kebayan has been passed down from ancient times to the present in the Malay community, with the most recent sightings reported in Perak in 2019. She is described as a hunchbacked old woman walking with a stick. She is believed to be a human woman who had acquired her powers through occult practices or making bargains with spiritual entities such as Jinns or Orang Bunians.
A video of what looks like a hunchbacked creature walking with a stick fits the description of a Nenek Kebayan.
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Confession by Azhr Amn
Sometimes the worst fear come from our own imagination. After the first incident, Azhr became acutely more aware of his surroundings, "sleeping with one eye open" as he calls it. In his head, he is always wondering if there's something lurking somewhere in his room. - Eugene Tay
I used to stay with my sister and her husband before I got married. My brother-in-law is police officer and my sister was a housewife. This was around 2005. We were staying at Bedok North St. 3.
My sis knew my habits well. When my room door is closed, that means I am inside the room. If the door is opened, it means I am out for work or somewhere. Back then I was working as a restaurant manager in one of the popular F&B joint in Tampines Mall. So, every month end we have to stay late till 2-3am to do stocks/inventory checks. My sis is aware of this too.
One night, my sis reached home close to midnight after an evening with her friends. She was at home alone as my brother-in-law was doing his night shift. When she was going into her room, she saw my room door closed. She then asked, "Have you had dinner yet?" and apparently I answered "Yes".
She then went into her room to change and shower. After her shower, she went into the living room to watch TV. She remembered that soon after it started drizzling. While watching tv, she was startled when the phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and answered, "Hello"
On the other end of the line was a very familiar voice saying: "Kak, as per normal today month end so I will be back quite late, ok". That person was me.
On the other end of the line was a very familiar voice saying: "Kak, as per normal today month end so I will be back quite late, ok".
I reached home at about 2+ am and saw a few familiar faces under the void deck. They were my sis, my brother-in- law and his partner. My sis related her experience to me.
At first I was quite scared actually to go back to my room, but as they say, the more scared you are, the more the entities will haunt you.
We went up and said some prayers before entering the house.
I then walked to my room, said another prayer before opening the door. All was ok, my room was just like how it was before I left for work. At this point, I was a bit doubtful about what my sis had heard. There was probably some rational explanation. Besides, I was too tired and, since nothing strange was happening, I felt it was safe to sleep in my room that night. Thankfully, the night passed without any disturbances.
All was ok for the next few days until...
My first incident happened when I was home alone. My sis and her husband were on a short trip to Malaysia. I was about to fall asleep when I heard 3 knocks on my room door. I tried to ignore the knocks and forced myself to sleep but I simply couldn't sleep. My mind was racing and imagining things. Fortunately that were the only strange things that happened, but I tell you - it was enough to scare the sh*t out of me and made me stay up all night. There's just something about those three knocks that sounds very sinister. It sounded like it came directly from my door and not from outside.
The next three nights until my sister and brother-in-law came back, I forced some friends to come over and stay with me. On the fourth night, I was awakened at about 2am, by the sound of knocking again, this time at my window.
I was awakened at about 2am, by the sound of knocking again, this time at my window.
Again, it was 3 knocks. As my room was facing the common corridor, I thought someone must have just been fooling around. Not wanting to take chances, I prayed out loud and went to bed. After this incident, there was no more knocking and no other paranormal occurrence for the next few years until it was a month before we were moving out of the house for a new owner who bought over.
The last incident took place just after midnight, I was lying down on my bed watching TV when suddenly, on my left side I felt as if something sat beside me. I literally felt my mattress moved down as if someone sat on it. I kept quiet, tried to say some prayers but couldn't. I just lie on my bed thinking of the verses but my mind was blank with fear. All this time, I can feel that depression of the mattress on the left.
I then slowly got up, opened my door and slept in the living room. I told my sis and brother-in-law about those few incidents which I encountered, and they decided to do some prayers before we hand over the keys of the house to the new owner.
Despite all those incidents, I am thankful that whatever "they" are, ."they" did not show me how they look like. You know, like how they did in horror movies lurking at the corner of my room or crawling under my bed and etc.
Not all hantu stories have a proper climatic finish to the tale, that's because most paranormal encounters rarely take place like you see in the movies. This story makes you wonder about the grey areas between certainty and self doubt - Eugene Tay
Confession by C
Edited by Eugene Tay
My first major encounter that scared me up till today was when I was 5 or 6 years old and I was living in Bedok back then.I used to sleepover at my grand dad's place over the weekends and he had this alter in his living room. As a kid, I couldn't sleep if I didnt had a cup of milo.
One night, my grandma went to sleep without making milo for me. So my uncle tried many ways to get me to fall asleep but I just couldn't sleep la. So I decided to walk across the hall to wake my grandma up so that she could make me a cup of milo.
When I reached the middle of the hallway, my body froze. I could not move or make a sound, but something turned my head decided towards the alter in the living room, and what I saw scared the living hell out of me, and mind you I was just 5 or 6 years old and my parents didn't let me watch any horror/ghost movies at that age.
What I saw was a silhouette at the start of the hallway, she/it was wearing all red - red traditional dress like the ones you see for those olden times especially at weddings, complete with a red veil. I remember this experience like it was just yesterday.
I tried to scream, run and even tried to turn my head away but I just COULD NOT move!
I tried to scream, run and even tried to turn my head away but I just COULD NOT move!
It felt like I had lost control of my body. The ghost in the red dress drifted closer and closer to me until her outstretched arm could almost touch me. That was when I finally could break out of the trance and ran into my uncle's room. My uncle had no idea what happened but he tried to console best the best he could. After that incident, I was too afraid to go to my grandparent's room.
As I got older, I actually told my parents about this incident. My dad actually believed me whereas for my mom, she scolded me for sprouting nonsense. So up till today, I still have no idea what it was that I saw that night and it actually makes me wonder about the alter. By right, having an alter at home is supposed to protect you from such things right?
What are your thoughts? On top of this story, I have another story from my dad when we were staying in Bedok.
I used to sleep in a room by myself when I was younger. We stayed at the 14th or 15th floor but when I look out my window I could see the top of the trees, some branches, and the open car park.
There was one night my parents came back late. Being parents, the first thing they did was to check on their kid. When my dad came in the room to peek at me, he saw a single red eye through the aircon hole looking at me sleep. The aircon in those days are not the kind that a sleek and wall mounted. These were the bulky ones that were attached to the window and there would be a small space for the ventilation piping to go out of.
I hope you guys enjoy the story and I hope you guys would be keen to hear more stories from me, cause I'm dying to share it with everyone! :)
Confessions by Yang Guang
Yang Guang was an 18 year old student from Singapore Poly when he first ventured into the Matilda House.
I was in the photography club and I remember it was quite the norm back then for female models - the rocker and goth chicks type - to take photos in old buildings. Old Changi Hospital was a famous spot and the Matilda House was the other. My coursemate, Jo-An, who needed some photographs for her portfolio asked if I could help and I said okay.
Jo-An and I went down after school in the late afternoon, early evening. There was still ample light coming in. While the place did look eerie, to be honest, I was more focused in looking for the best spot to take the photos before we lost the last light. When I was busy snapping away, I just got this funny sense that something is in the room with us and wasn’t happy.
You know how sometimes you get to a place and it feels very uncomfortable like you just want to leave? I felt that.
The feelings suddenly just came. I wasn’t thinking about anything. I suddenly got the goosebumps and a chill ran through me. It was a strange sensation but not intense enough for me to react hysterically, lah. So I shrugged it off and just continued looking through the viewfinder. I saw Jo-An kept turning and looking over her shoulders acting quite agitated and distracted. I took a few more shots until the film roll ran out then we packed up and left.
It was only after we left the place that we talked about what we felt and confirmed each other’s experience. Since nothing major happened, we just brushed it aside and the conversation went back to photography. The horror only came after the photographs had been developed.
Some had a tall black shadow figure standing behind Jo-An, right at the spot where she kept turning to look,
The batch of film from the final roll of film came out looking very strange. Some were totally black as if a black translucent figure was standing right in front of my cam, some had a tall black shadow figure standing behind Jo-An, right at the spot where she kept turning to look, some photographs looked like it had a handprint across it - clearly visible with the shape of five fingers and a thumb. We were very spooked when we saw that. There are many things that can possibly go wrong especially with film photography but quire frankly the effects that I saw were not something that we can explain away with light seepage and faulty film.
Unfortunately, we were too scared to keep the photographs and negatives and Jo-An suggested we burned them to be safe. None of us wanted to die under mysterious circumstances from having a ghost mark us in photographs.
I live in Hougang but my family and I do travel to Punggol very often, especially on weekends. Till today, everytime we pass by Punggol Walk, I will automatically turn to look at the direction of the Matilda House and think back on my past. The memories are still as clear as yesterday. I haven’t shared this story in so many years but since I know you are doing a confessional piece on Matilda House, I feel it’s time I get this off my chest. Thank you, Eugene for listening to my story.
Matilda House is one of the oldest houses in Singapore located at Punggol Walk in Punggol. It was built in 1902 by the late Mr Howard Cashin’s father Alexander Cashin, and named after his paternal grandmother - Josephine Matilda Cashin. His grandfather, Joseph Cashin arrived in Singapore in the 1840’s and made his fortune investing in legal opium farms and later in real estate. Cashin Street, next to Bras Basah Complex, was named after him.
The Matilda House was a single-storey, tropical-colonial style, sea-front bungalow with four bedrooms, servant-quarters, a horse-stable and a tennis court. A large garden surrounded the home where the Cashins grew various kinds of fruit trees.
The Singapore government acquired the land that the Matilda House was on for redevelopment in 1985 and the estate was left abandoned and unoccupied ever since until a residential condominium, A Treasure Trove, was built on the exact grounds in 2015. The façade and interior of the Matilda House were restored and converted into the condominium’s clubhouse.
Mr. Howard Cashin who had the chance to see his old home in October of 2002, said he was quite shocked and confessed to being “a little shaken” to see his childhood home at the state it was in.
The state that Mr. Cashin was referring to is one that many locals who grew up in the 80s and 90s are familiar with.
Due to decades of disuse, The Matilda House looked like a dilapidated haunted house right out of a horror movie which inspired rumours of haunting to spread amongst the local community.
Due to decades of disuse, The Matilda House looked like a dilapidated haunted house right out of a horror movie which inspired rumours of haunting to spread amongst the local community.
It was known by a few names such as Ghost House, Istana Menanti (The Waiting Palace), but most notable, it is referred to as The White House and is one of the three infamous coloured haunted houses in Singapore’s paranormal folklore. The other two are the Red House and the Blue House, in Pasir Ris and Hill View respectively.
One of the popular urban legends is that the place had a very powerful spirit that prevented the place from being torn down. During the redevelopment phase, the land around the area was cleared but the ruins of the Matilda House clearly stood out against a backdrop of brown desolate land.
Some of the rumours abound was that there were evil spirits in the house and would kill anyone who entered and disturbed the sanctity of the place. Some even claimed that the place was protected by an ancestral spirit, and likely to be that of its namesake.
Naturally it became a haunt for many thrill seekers, budding paranormal investigators and avid photographers. Harrowing ghostly encounters from the White House spread like wildfire with many different variations, each even more dramatic than its predecessors. Matilda House soon developed a reputation as one of the most iconic haunted places in the annals of Singapore’s Paranormal Folklore.
According to A Treasure Trove developer, Sim Lian Group, the only reason that they kept the Matilda House as it is was because of the sale agreement that the building must be conserved. It has nothing to do with the rumours, they claimed.
A Treasure Trove resident Mr. Saradetch, who was born with the ability to sense spirits, claims that the clubhouse is indeed still haunted and it’s one of the reasons why the lights are never off.
However prayers have been done during the development phase and spiritual masters have been brought in to ‘negotiate’ with the entities.
However prayers have been done during the development phase and spiritual masters have been brought in to ‘negotiate’ with the entities. Certain promises had to be made to appease the spirits. This No-Haunting Pact will stand for as long as this promise is maintained.
Which is fact, and which is fiction?
Is the URA’s Conservation story just a convenient cover-up? I guess some secrets will remain a mystery and become fuel for the imaginative mind.
There are however some confessions provided to us, first hand, from people who had once dared ventured into the Matilda House and lived to tell the tale.
Confession by Irma
As mentioned by the previous confessor in The Red Ghost of Farrer Court, Block H was the innermost block in Farrer Court and being full of trees, that place was always shaded. Every other day coming back from school, even from a distance I would see someone in a red dress at the pillars.
This can happen even in broad daylight. Many times, it would be me walking under the block and seeing some lady in red walking diagonally but when i pass the spot, there is no one on the other side of the pillar. This was a common occurrence all my life so I have learned to identity what's ghost and what's not.
I know what I saw at Farrer Court is not from this world.
I checked with another friend of mine, Maya, who lived in Block G, a 25 story point-block on a hill that's adjacent to ours. Her family has stayed there since like forever and when I told her that I kept seeing this woman in red lingering under my block, she said, "oh, a few years back there was a suicide at my block. A lady dressed in full red outfit had committed suicide by jumping off the balcony. The apartment belonged to her boyfriend and people suspected their relationship had gone sour and this was her way of getting back at him."
[Editor's note: In Asian folklore, we believe that taking your life while dressed in red will cause your soul to return as a vengeful spirit to haunt the person who did you wrong.]
Every night without fail, when everything was extremely extremely quiet, I would hear a ball bouncing at the basketball court. My room window was overlooking the tennis and basketball court and it is quite clear that there was absolutely no one there but yet u can hear the ball bouncing, just bounce bounce bounce.....
I strongly believe that that place makan* people every few years. It must be the land because for some weird reason people are attracted to go there to commit suicide. The place just attracts death.
[Makan* literally means "to eat" but in this context it means "to claim the lives of"]
There was a murder that happened at Block F, I remember, which is a block I would have to walk under to get to my own block. A maid went berserk inside one of the units in and stabbed the employer multiple times. The employer died from the injuries and it was a bloody scene. My friend who lived in Block G was gave me live commentary as the struggle was happening because she could see everything as it was unfolding. The police eventually managed to apprehend the maid after kicking the door open, and reaching through the gates but it was all too late. The resident of the property could not be saved.
There were many other murders; murders and suicides. It didn't happen all the time, of course, but it happened frequent enough for it to be peculiar, and not all of them were reported in the papers.
Funnily enough, in trawling the internet for that Block F murder, I chanced upon an article which covered another recent murder that happened in the new estate that took over the land where Farrer Court used to be. So maybe that's something that Supernatural Confessions can go and investigate. Maybe there's a bloodthirsty Penuggu* on that plot of land that needs to be satiated every few years.
[Penuggu* is a tutelary deity or spirit who is a guardian, patron, or protector of a particular place]
Map of Farrer Court. Photos and block placement created by Dian. You can check out her Farrer Court confessions here
Editor's note: Speaking of frequent suicides that led to a many raised eyebrows reminds me of the infamous Bedok Reservoir Suicide cases. 6 suicides in 3 years. Of all the places, of all the gin joints, in all the world, why are suicides drawn to very specific places? It leads one to consider the possibility that some places just might have some form of dark energy that we cannot be explained. Feng Shui perhaps? If you are looking for some answers, maybe Part 2 of the Farrer Court Saga - Farrer Court: Bad Feng Shui or Dirty Tactics might provide some answers.
Confession by Dian
My story is about my old childhood estate, Farrer Court, which has since been En Bloc and sold off for a record price.
I grew up there and we lived in two different apartment buildings within the estate because we moved out and then moved back to the estate (my mum loved moving house I don't know why).
We were originally living in Block H for maybe about 7 years and this block was the furthest inside and it was the only standalone block in that area within the estate, super private and was super quiet. Each apartment block was a distance from each other and walking out to Empress market to do weekend marketing with my mum was quite a bitch because the area had lots of hills.
There were 2 lift lobbies and ours was the furthest inside too.
I always remembered the lobby area to be super dark because it was tucked behind a wall where sunlight could shine through properly and at night it was lit but not well lit.
Whenever we came back home late, the lobby is pretty dim and we were always looking over our shoulders. Pretty much if someone wanted to rape or murder you at night, it would've been very convenient because next to the block were just trees and greenery . (If you want to know what my condo looked like, it's exactly like Lakeview Condo on Thomson next to Macritchie. Likely the same builders.)
The view for the living room and 2 bedrooms was facing Tulip Gardens while the dining room, kitchen, common toilet and one room was facing a wide open beautiful view of the basketball and tennis court. Each floor there were only 2 units so it was either us or the neighbours and our neighbours were Taiwanese who were seldom in town so most times it was only us. So basically strangers had no business being on our floor.
My sisters and I were latch key kids and my mum worked nights some days in a week. So on those days her shift would end around 11pm and there was a company van that sent her home when she worked nights. She would reach home at around midnight and us 3 latchkey kids would actually go down at midnight to fetch her because of how quiet and secluded our apartment block was.
So that's the pre-scenario I've painted to you.
The incident I'm about to relate happened on one of those nights that we were waiting for my mum to come home at midnight before going down to fetch her.
My sisters were studying in the room and I was just hanging around with them on the bed. One of my sisters asked me to refill her cup in the kitchen. I took her cup and went out to head to the kitchen and on the way to the kitchen, you can see the main door. As I was walking back to the room from the kitchen, I noticed that there was someone outside our house as I could see feet from where I was. I asked my sis if my mum was coming back earlier that day and she said no. And I told her that I saw feet from under the main door. She told me to go open the door, that maybe it was my mum and that maybe her van dropped her off earlier and she decided to come up on her own. She reminded me that our doorbell was not working. It was about 11+pm at that time.
So I headed out to the main door and out of habit.
I looked through the peephole and what I saw still makes my skin crawl
I was about 9 yrs old when this incident happened but till today whenever I retell this story it makes me skin crawl. (I'm typing this at midnight right now and my hubs is working night ).
There was a Chinese lady standing outside our house. And I presumed Chinese because she was wearing a red cheongsam (a traditional Chinese outfit that was popular with the ladies from the 20s to the 60s). She had medium length hair which fell just below her shoulders. Her face was turned to her right but her eyes were downcast and her hair was partially covering her face. What was fucking creepy was, she had a fucking smirk on her face and she was slowly turning her head, presumably to look at me.
This was when i noticed that her skin was bluish. At that instant I knew I was not looking at something human. I knew that "she" knew I was looking at her through the peephole. I fucking ran back to the room terrified but sadly I didn't breathe a word about what I saw to my sisters, even when they asked me if it was my mum at the door. I couldn't sleep properly for many days after because the image of that lady flashed my head. I was so scared to even look at the direction of the main door whenever i walked to the kitchen at night for fear of seeing feet under the door again.
It was ONLY about 10 years LATER, I related the incident to my sisters and mum and we then found out why my mum always made us wait for her downstairs whenever she worked nights.
She told us that she would ALWAYS see a lady in red downstairs in between the pillars when she came home late.
But she never told us why she wanted us to fetch her as she didn't want us to be scared! But she herself was terrified laaaah! Imagine making your 3 young latchkey kids wait for you bawah (below) block in a secluded apartment block! And worst still, my sisters also said that they would always catch glimpses of someone in red behind the pillars too while we waited for my mum! Found out all this only 10 years later!
According to my mum , one of the estate cleaners told her that the lady used to live in the neighboring block and had jumped off from her block in red after finding out that her husband had been cheating on her! The cleaner was a middle aged Malaysian lady who had been working in our estate for quite a while
When it comes to haunted locations in Singapore, many thrill seekers lament that there just isn’t any more places left in Singapore to explore.
Two of the famous houses of the 90s - Red House in Pasir Ris and Matilda House in Ponggol have been converted to a pre-school and condo respectively. The other hot spots have been claimed by authorities and demarcated as “out of bounds or else...” territory.
That is only half the truth.
If you get your source of horror intel from lifestyle sites like Goodyfeed, Mothership and MustShareNews, you probably only get the stories that are rehashed to death, especially during the 7th month and Halloween time of the year.
As a page that calls itself supernatural CONFESSIONS we pride ourselves on bringing you hushed secrets that isn't yet available on mainstream news sites. And that is why we dig into out network to speak with, and snuggle up close to, people who have made a career/passion out of investigating haunted places.
These haunted places are not made public because we don’t want weekend thrill seekers, druggies, and couples with macabre sexual fetishes descending upon the place like it's a budget version of Halloween Horror Nights.
Featuring MC Zee and his team of paranormal investigators from Paranormal Encounter SG, consisting of Joe Johanis (AV Specialist), Nizam (Photo/Video Specialist) and 'Nonya' Rinie (Admin).
They are old guards on the scenes who were inspired as youths by cartoons like Ghostbusters and Scooby Doo. Paranormal Encounter SG produces live videos, and recently stories from Indonesia, catering predominately to the malay community. While you don’t really need translation to enjoy the photos and videos, you will miss out on and what’s being discussed in the comments and chilling tales written in Bahasa.
They invited Supernatural Confessions to observe their investigation and we sent Syed Wilson to meet the team at around midnight. This is his report:
Location: Confidential, Date: 30th August, Time: 00:00 Hrs
The place is huge from the outside; we estimated the value of the land to be about SGD20 million. It has a large courtyard, what looks like a stable that can hold up to 5 horses, and no pesky next door neighbour along the street to have to make small talk with.
The bungalow have three stories but the roof have collapsed from weathering and the third floor looks more like a mini jungle. We didn’t think it was safe to be wading knee deep through vegetation without clear visuals.
There were many entrances to the first level but we decided to take the scenic route and go by the back door where a narrow spiral staircase led to the floors above.
The place looked much larger from the outside. Inside, the place felt like a maze. There are many doorways leading to other rooms that connected to even more rooms; from the built-in furniture you can guess what purpose the rooms served before it was abandoned to its current state.
MC Zee reckoned this place might be abandoned for more than 20 years. The family probably still owns the rights to the land but for some reason never sold it and never maintained it.
The stairs to the second floor looks ominous and in the shadows where the lights don’t touch, you can feel that there are entities in this place watching us.
Joe said that when they came here for recce the week before, they heard the sound of a chair getting dragged across the floor board above. When they went up to check, the chair which was initially facing the wall, had moved itself to face a corner.
In Indonesia belief, when a chair faces the corner it means that the place is haunted.
And that’s where we are about to head towards.
We moved cautiously up where the wooden floorboards are badly decomposed. Part of the ceiling have have collapsed showing the hollow interior of the false ceiling. At this stage, my mind is telling me that at any moment now, the boy from Ju-On will peek out of a corner to curse us.
The second floor was easier to navigate with one main living room area surrounded by smaller rooms. The team caught something on their Kinect system and picked that spot as the first point for tonight’s investigation.
There's a lone leather chair in the middle of what seems to be the second floor living room area. They team managed to capture a figure sitting down on the chair using the kinect device and tried to make contact. The energy vortex in this place is more palpable, while it didn't feel malicious, the vibration of the room is quite apparent.
[To be continued...]
Editor's Note: The team ended their investigation at around 5am, a few hours before this article was written. We'll need take some time over the week to review the footage and catch up with the Paranormal Encounter SG team to interview them on their experiences. Follow our Facebook Page to get fresh updates.
Confession by E
This is a short video footage of a segment of what was captured by the CCTV at the place where I work. The incident happened close to midnight as you can see from the video. We noticed a mysterious ball of fire that appeared and flew to the back door and after a few seconds it turned around and flew back to the front.
I've sent you the footage below. Please do not reveal my name or the place where this took place.
The Duty Officer says he checked on 16 different screens but there were no other abnormally from different angles. The nurses on duty that night did not notice anything strange even though it passed by the dispensary four times. It was as if this entity was trying to make its presence known only to him.
I checked with the rest of the security officers and none of us are able to explain what we saw on this footage. More senior officers said that such phenomenon is not uncommon. They have seen a child spirit wandering around the grounds as well and on some nights there's also the apparition of a young woman who seemed to be looking for something. When the security officers approached the spot, the apparition would disappear.
A former nurse was taking a nap in an empty room when she was awoken by a strong uneasy feeling and sensed that she was being watched.
She half opened her eyes and saw a female entity floating about in the room. The only people who had access to the room were staff but all the employee knew each other and the nurse did not recognize this "lady".
Another employee who had some ability to sense spirits claimed that the female spirit stayed in one of the staircases near the entrance which is the one along the corridor that was shown in the footage above. However he feels that the ball of fire was that of the child spirit, and not the lady, and it had wondered into the building and chose to stay here.
In another incident, I was updating a list if names of residents who had passed away that year. It was for 7th month prayers and we wanted to send blessings to the deceased. Because this was a non-official project amongst the staff members, we did not want to go into the system to print out a name list, instead we recalled the names from our minds. I felt it was also more personal this way, lah. We had all the names down but one particular name just eluded my memory. Think as hard as I could, but the name just wouldn't come to me when I was writing down the list. That night, the deceased appeared in my dream to tell me his name.
Ok, I know people will just say this was my imagination but I tell you, in my heart I know this was not just a normal dream.
After deciding to confess my experience to Supernatural Confessions, I went around asking the residents if any of them had any experience. This was not something I had ever done before. In fact, most times, we try to debunk any possible paranormal encounters but this time I felt it's about time we actually come to terms with experience.
One of the resident said this: "I have gotten kicked, punched and woken up with bruises on my body. There were a few times, I went to the central toilet at 2.45am and saw a tall black shadow of a man standing at the end of the corridor."
Another long time resident said this: "This whole area was Kampung Buangkok a Malay village. It had a mosque and a graveyard. Remains were exhumed but if you look at the location of the graveyard it covers here and a few of the neighbouring homes."
One of the nurses who heard me asking around for stories said that the very morning itself someone had reported to him that the resident was "disturbed" the night before that something was pulling his blanket in the middle of the night.
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