Confessed by Esther
I'm here sharing my experience at the Raintr33 hotel, which is said to be converted from part of the Old Changi Hospital. My friend and I, we planned an impromptu "staycation" at the Raintr33 hotel. We took a cab in and me stopped at the Mulberry building which is the the old samurai barracks. Upon reaching, we went to the Mulberry lobby wanting to check in. We enter the building, there was only a reception counter with a phone. So we dialed the ext on the phone and was told it was the other building and so we walked over.
Everything was normal, until we walk back from the main lobby back to the Mulberry's lobby. As we were walking back, there was this very, very sweet smelling Frangipani smell lingering in the air. But we ignored it. Upon entering the room, everything was ok. We opened the doors to the balcony to chill a bit. Then there was knocking on the door. So we waited for a few more knocks before looking into the peephole. There was no one was there.
We then decided to go take a walk around the area to enjoy the night. As we were walking back to the hotel, I realised something keeps brushing my face like some sort of spider web. I used my hands to sweep them away out of instincts. Next moment, I felt a cut on my hand and it started bleeding. On the way back to the room, we tried to take pictures of the corridor of the hotel. And it was legitly kind of spooky. After we opened the door to the room, I walked over to the balcony door while my friend prepared the solution to wash the wound. That's when we heard the door knocking again. And it's as though someone slammed the door to hard and the door was "bouncing".
Then after cleaning the wound, we tried switching on the TV and it only works by pressing the button directly below the screen. So we called the reception to help change the battery of the remote. When the guy came up, he tried pressing the buttons and it works. So we tried when he is around and it works too.. After he left, the remote stopped working again. So we decided not to watch the TV anymore.
We tried to get some sleep but we can't cause we felt a presence as though something was pressing us down. So we decided to sit at the balcony till the next morning. Upon checking out, I noticed brusies on my knee, ankle, wrist and arms, and a wound as though someone just removed the IV drip. And till now the wound is still there...
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