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Haunted Home Almost Killed My Dog

27/9/2021

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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.
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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.
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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.
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Security Guard Spotted White Object in Empty Unit

16/6/2021

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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.
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Zoomed in shot.
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Still shot brightened for clarity.
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Living Next Door to Bomoh

15/5/2021

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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.

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It Was Trying to Get In - Spooner Road Saga Continues

6/5/2021

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The thing stood outside my window
Confessions by Raysan Ace
I heard slow tapping on the lower aluminium part of my bedroom window from outside. I expected someone to be knocking on my door next but it was dead silent. I looked at the time and it was 3:10am. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep and just few minutes later I heard sounds coming from my gate and living room front door. It was like shaking the handle of the gates and thumping the door. I got up instantly and just stood in my bedroom. I wanted to switch on the light but I didn't. I wanted to ask 'Who is it?' but I couldn't. The tapping continued at my bedroom window making my heart beat fast. I've sealed my bedroom window with cardboard because lights from the corridor were too bright for me to sleep. I tried to see any movement from the little bit of light coming thru the top edge of my bedroom window but there was nothing. I opened my bedroom door slowly and softly as I could, went to my chair and sat quietly. I strained my ears to pick up any sound but it was quiet except for my bedroom fan.

I lit up a cigarette, sitting in darkness thinking if someone was playing a fool on me? I didn't feel any presence in the house but had this irritation of heavy burden on my chest. It was very disturbing.

Finished smoking, got up and was about to enter my bedroom when I saw it!

In fact, within matter of seconds from getting up I already knew something was going to appear and the sight of it nearly killed me!
within matter of seconds from getting up I already knew something was going to appear and the sight of it nearly killed me!
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.)

Part 1 of the Spooner Road Saga and confession with Raysan Ace can be found here on our YouTube channel.
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Series of Ghostly Encounters From Tanglin Halt

22/4/2021

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Confession by Cara Wong
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Cover Photo Credit: Nikko Pascua

"If I had to describe Tanglin Halt or "chup lao" as it was more commonly known, I would say it was basically the cusp of all the paranormal shit that happened to me and I wouldn't move there even if someone paid me a million dollars. Will probably split this story into 2 or 3 parts cause the number of encounters there were ridiculous." - Cara Wong
So as a bit of a backstory, my dad was a regular in the "house flipping" scene. It basically meant buying properties at good prices, getting it done up and then reselling it at good profits. It also meant we never stayed in one place for very long. If memory serves, Tanglin Halt was either our 3rd or 4th home.

I will refrain from revealing the block number but it was close to the church and the old railway track.

We first moved into a higher floor of that block and lived there for a couple of months before the real estate agent told us that a floor below us in the same block was selling for cheap - plus it was a corner unit. Naturally my dad's interest was piqued and within months we had yet moved to another home. On hindsight, no free meal in the world and cheap houses usually come at a nasty cost.

In the beginning, everything started off small. Incidents that weren't so big that you could brush it off as your imagination or a coincidence.
  1. As I mentioned we lived at the corner unit and because it was a common corridor, when watching TV we would be facing the corridor and without fail at 8pm every night, a dark shadow would fly past our corridor and "disappear" into the wall. My mom chided us and said it must have been a bird of some sort.

  2. As I got older, I started hanging out later and even took up a job at a fast food chain. Some days I had to wake up really early (like 4am) and on one morning while I was headed to the bathroom, I heard someone whisper my name softly in my ear and followed by a laughter. I knew for a fact that nobody else was awake in the house at the time and instinctively, I shouted MOM i forgot my towel can you come here!!! NOW!! All the while hearing that God awful eerie laughter.

  3. I shared a room with my sister and we never closed the door even when we were asleep. One day I got home about 7ish to find the house dark so I assumed nobody was home yet. I headed to my room and found it strange that the room door was shut and locked. Tried the knob several times and heard noises in the room- as though someone was shifting in bed. Thinking that my sis had fallen asleep, I tried knocking on the door loudly and calling out to wake her up but when she didn't answer, I decided to watch tv and wait for her to wake. Imagine my shock when my parents and sister came home 2 hours later and my sister went to the room and went "oei why u close the door for?" and opened it and went inside.

  4. On one occasion, my friend slept over (I had a pullout bed) and the next day she said she couldn't sleep because someone was standing at the doorway staring at us the entire whole night and she was paralysed in fear and couldn't even reach out to wake me.

  5. On another occasion another friend of my stayed the night and in the middle of the night, he recoiled his hand in horror because someone had scratched his palm really hard. He didn't want to wake my sis and I so he only told me the next morning and showed me his palm - of which there were 4 very long and obvious gashes.
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  6. When we moved, we also inherited some furniture from the previous owners, one of it was an old cupboard in the bedroom that had a lock and key. We tested the cupboard when we moved in and it seemed to be in good condition so we kept it. Imagine our shock when the cupboard would automatically creak open every night when our lights were off. It didn't matter how u locked it, jarred it, wedged it, the next morning it would be opened anyway.
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The Many Hauntings of My Tampines Flat

16/4/2021

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Confession by Jeremy

This happened to me many many years ago when I was 13 years old. My family and I used to live at Tampines St. 44, block 470.  My dad and I did not get along well. He went away for 10 years and when he came back, he was like a stranger to me. He was also very abusive and I hated him for it. It was a dark period of my life then and I was a depressive and angsty teenager. 

I was sleeping alone in my room one night when I woke up suddenly and felt like I was being watched. Instinctively, I turned to my bedroom window and saw this old Malay woman with dishevelled hair wearing a white baju kurung with a sash cloth around her shoulders and holding a tongkat (walking stick).

I immediately turned away and hid under my blanket. Next thing, I felt a long tongue licking my ear. I quietly prayed for the thing to go away and I think I must have blacked out from fear.
 I quietly prayed for the thing to go away and I think I must have blacked out from fear.
​Few weeks passed and I was with my grandma and her side of family who are Peranakan. I told them my encounter and they said it could be a witch as I was a virgin boy. In malay, nenek kebayan.

There was also another incident in that house that took place between my mom and grandmother.

Grandmother walked out of her room and saw my mom combing her hair in front of a vintage mirror that my dad had brought home. My grandmother called out to my mom but she didn't reply. Grandmother walked towards the kitchen to get some water and found my mom by the stove cooking. 

"Eh, how come you are here?" Grandmother asked, sensing something was amiss.

"I've been here all along, cooking. Why?" My mother asked. 

"I thought I just saw you outside combing your hair," grandmother replied. 

They both ran out of the kitchen to check the mirror but found no one there. After that incident both grandmother and my mother begged my father to discard the mirror but he would hear none of it. He was drawn and attracted the mirror and insisted on keeping it at home. 
He was drawn and attracted the mirror and insisted on keeping it at home. ​
There were other unexplainable occurrences that took place over the years. Such as my football moving by itself, the sound of children running around at home, and the sound of bouncing marbles in the middle of the night. There was once when I was alone at home watching television and the channel kept changing on its own to Chinese Opera. I would change to other channel but after a while, the television would automatically change back to the Chinese Opera. 

My parents finally sold the house and moved out a few years later. Moving out day, I felt sad and I could feel those spirits in my old unit saying farewell. Just a couple years later there was an article in the straits times of a father who killed his wife, kids and he jumped down to his death.

I wonder if the entities in the house might have driven him over the edge.

​"Jeremy seems to have a gift to attract or see supernatural entities. His first encounter was when he was waiting for the school bus in the early morning to fetch him. He was standing at Dunmen Secondary School football field when he suddenly felt scared and looked up to see like a white cloth flying overhead and vanished into a tree." - Eugene Tay
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This Haunting Was A Handful

25/3/2021

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This picture is to give readers an idea what the house in the story looks like. This is a traditional kampong style home that is popular in Malaysia
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.

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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!
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My mother fainted and collapsed to the ground; my sisters screamed hysterically! My father and I were just in shock and awe!

How could that thing ended up in our house!?

The bomoh took a handful of salt out of his pouch, chanted over and tossed it at the creature. It let out a horrible scream before disappearing!

According to the bomoh, the creature was a form of djinn which was set free by its owner and it was roaming around until it eventually chose to stay in our house.

When I hear of old kampong stories like this, I knew a djinn must have had a hand in the haunting. - Eugene Tay
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Legend of the Nenek Kebayan and the Two Miscarriages at Kaki Bukit

18/3/2021

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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. 
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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.

In some retelling, she's a kind medicine woman who acts as the intermediary for humans to communicate with otherworldly beings. Due to her special powers, she also served as a matron for royal families and officials during the old days. In the legend of Gunung Ledang and the Puteri, the Nenek featured prominently as the one who helped the princess.

In some other versions, she was described as a horrible witch-like character who lived in a remote area to practice black magic and 
who was fond of abducting children. There is even a children's nursery rhyme about her title Nenek Si Bongkok Tiga.
A video of what looks like a hunchbacked creature walking with a stick fits the description of a Nenek Kebayan.

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The Same Three Knocks at Bedok North St. 3

12/3/2021

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Window by the corridor.
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... 
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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
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Bedok Ghost Story: The Red Bride / The Red Eyes

5/3/2021

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Art by Liu Junliang, titled Dream
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.

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Yeah, so he said he saw someone with red eyes looking at me sleep and when he shouted "OI" the thing just disappeared and from his shouting I woke up. I had to sleep in their room ever since that incident.

They wouldn't let me sleep alone in that room and I were only allowed in the room if my maid was with me and it had to be in the day. So yeah, that's 2 stories from my personal encounters from when I was staying in Bedok.
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! :)

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