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 Zulkhairi Jaffar
This post is rather special to the confessor because it's the first or the earliest supernatural experience that he can remember. It is told from 2 perspectives - from Zulkhairi and his late mum's. ~ Eugene Tay
On a certain afternoon in November 1983, my mother was tending to my newborn younger brother who was crying in the room. I was playing with my collection of toys in the living room. At the time, we stayed at Circuit Rd near Macpherson in a small, 2-room corridor flat with the old school window just like in the attached picture. That day, the door was closed but the metal louvres of the window were open so anyone passing by could look in.
And that was exactly what happened.
While I was so engrossed in playing I didn't realize someone was looking at me through the window. Only when I heard someone called out to me that I looked up and saw this old lady who was clad in dark clothes, her head covered in ta udung, as was typical of muslim women her age; we call them 'nenek' which means 'grandmother' in Malay.
I remembered that she was dark skinned but nothing too jarring in terms of appearance otherwise. She asked me who was that crying inside. I replied it was my younger brother. She then said something about how she likes babies and asked if she can come in to see him.
She then said something about how she likes babies and asked if she can come in to see him.
I don't think I gave her any answer as I didn't know how to respond. She then asked me to call my mum.
I went in the room and told my mum that there was this nenek outside wanting to talk to her. My mum put my crying brother down on the bed and went to the window to see what that old woman wanted while I resumed playing with my toys nearby.
Being the kid that I was then, and distracted by toys, I didn't pay attention to their conversation. The only thing that sounded odd was that their conversation was getting more and more heated. Then all of a sudden, my mother let out a scream.
Then all of a sudden, my mother let out a scream.
She grabbed me by the hand, dragged me into the room where my brother was and slammed the door behind her. We stayed in the room for some time until my mother felt it was safe to take a peek outside. Seeing the nenek is no longer there, she carried my brother in her arm with one hand and dragged me away with the other. We sat at a nearby coffeeshop, where we were surrounded by people, and waited for my dad to come home from work.
Now the next part was told to me many years later by my aunt (mum's younger sis) and then verified later on by my mum herself.
What happened during the convo between my mum and the nenek according to my aunt was that the old woman insisted on coming in to look at the baby. She was so persistent that she wouldn't take no for an answer. My mum sensed something was not right with this 'person' so she got a bit terse. That brought something out from the old woman and she she started to reveal what she was.
That brought something out from the old woman and she she started to reveal what she was.
Her eyes got wider and wider and her mouth stretched into a sickening grin. Her voice lowered into a deep growl. Her face started to contort. That was when my mum realized is that this thing in front of her wasn't human.
That 'thing' then reached out to grab my mum through the louvres and that's when she screamed.
During that time, many other families have had run-ins or was visited by this being. It became quite a stir around different parts of community and across the land until it was featured in the news. I don't know what happened in the end but the stories simply seem to have died out. All I know was it didn't just end there for my family.
We had to seek help for my mum and me due to certain health issues and other disturbances right after that incident. Well that was what went down for my first ever supernatural experience with my late mum. Thanks for reading.
A similar case happened in Kaki Bukit area but that family wasn't so lucky. Read the next confession - Legend of the Nenek Kebayan ~ Eugene Tay
According to an Indonesian legend, Jenglot was an ascetic who wanted to learn the "Ilmu Batara Karang" or the way to eternal life. He was a hermit who worships demons to attain mystical powers and ability.
Ilmu Batara Karang originated in Tasikmalaya City, West Java, Indonesia, before the time of islam. It is an occult practice in Javanese and Sudanese culture which is believed to provide immunity and strength to its owner, that practice still pervades to modern times though. The owner of Ilmu Karang is believed to be able to melt or melt his opponent with just one touch. Apart from providing immunity, Ilmu Karang is also said to bring longevity or even immortality to its owner. They say if a person with great supernatural power meditates in a certain cave, they'll become a Jenglot. In other retellings of the legend, it is said that the earth itself rejects the corpse of a deceased Illmu Karang practitioner and that shrivelled corpse becomes the Jenglot.
If a person with great supernatural power meditates in a certain cave, they'll become a Jenglot.
If you want to use it to bring you wealth, you must perform a ritual that involves an offering (sajen) and place money in front of it. Let it see the object that you desire. For other purposes like revenge or causing harm to a person all you need is a picture of the person you want the Jenglot to cause harm to.
The Jenglot is known to have other spiritual properties such as:
An occult practitioner trained in specific crafts is able to bind a jenglot to his will, but such a burden is not one that comes with a price. Once you possess a Jenglot you have to abide by an 'agreement' between you and the Jenglot.
It is common for Jenglot owners to feed them with animal blood or even offer it a sacrifice. Should you fail to do so, the Jenglot will harm you and your loved ones and it is said that they will tie your soul, preventing you from going over to the next life.
Jenglot will harm you and your loved ones and it is said that they will tie your soul, preventing you from going over to the next life.
A Jenglot also has two different genders. For male practitioners will attain female Jenglot while female practitioners will attain male Jenglot. Jenglots can also come in different forms. While most of them are humanoid in appearances, there are those with half fish and half snake features. In Islam, it is believed that Jenglots are actually malevolent djinns that has taken this form so that it could be physically seen or touched by humans.
In some retelling of Jenglot experiences, it is said that bathing a a jenglot in blood will cause it to animate. Others say that the jenglat does not animate but when you put a glass of blood near it, the blood would appear to drain away as if someone is drinking it. Some say the jenglot comes alive and consumes the blood when it is alone.
According to Muhammad Syakir Muhammad Azmi, a Malaysian Islamic medical practitioner, the jenglot may be made from ordinary materials. The price at which these objects are sold depends on how real they look, though they are generally inexpensive. On the other hand, the object may also be made using animal fetuses. Jenglots made from this material are believed to be more efficacious, and therefore would fetch a much higher price on the market. As of the time of this writing, you can find five Jenglots on sale at eBay ranging from SGD 150 - 450 dollars.
Photo provided by Syed Wilson from a 2019 Convention 'Crusade Against Black Magic'.
The results of a study that was published in the Malaysian Journal of Medical Sciences in 2009 found that the hair particles from a sample of an alleged Jenglot was actually of human origin. The study also disproved, in this particular case, the claim that the Jenglot is a rare animal species that lives deep in the jungles of Indonesia. Real Jenglots are extremely hard to find and those that have seen it claimed that immense power radiates from it.
Fortunately (or unfortunately) the ones sol these days do not have the same power but that doesn't mean that the items are not infused with negative entities. A power Dukun may still tie djinns or other spirits into this object to perform similar tasks. Most buyers probably won't know the difference.
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