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
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