Confession by Damah Mikah
It's always very refreshing to hear first hand paranormal encounters retold by reformed skeptics. I've spent some time in Brunei myself and I am of the belief that the place is haunted. - Eugene Tay
I didn't believe in supernatural beings until I was sent to Brunei in 2011 for my NS posting. I guess, seeing is believing.
It was my first guard duty there, and I was doing sentry duty at about 1.30 in the morning. I was alone in the sentry post when I heard someone gave a sigh.
I thought it was one of the regulars or my seniors who had sneaked up on me as part of the hazing ritual. I freaked out and came out of my sentry post, only to find no one within a 50m radius.
This happened on the same night as Incident 1. I was on desk duty at 3am. Feeling bored, I stepped out of the Pass Office to have a chat with the sentry. In the middle of our conversation, we heard a loud bang. We turned our heads in the direction of where the sound came from, only to see this huge black figure walking casually on the pavement about 150m away from us, and disappeared into a wall. We wanted to give chase or check where it had disappeared to, but we had to stay in our posts (and perhaps that was a good thing).
When I returned home a year later, I shared my experience with my father, and according to him, going with my description of it looking like Bigfoot (Black-figure whose height was about a 1-storey building and walks like a human being), he believes what my friend and I had seen must be a Genderuwo. Until this day, I am still puzzled on why it stepped on the drain cover which caused the loud bang.
Incident 3 (this is a long one):
I have heard stories of possession cases when the guys get together to drink inside the bunk, but I never thought I would get to witness one myself.
It was one of those nights when the guys were in the mood to drink. As bunk IC, I wasn't supposed to let them, but I also didn't want to make enemies (imagine sleeping in fear of being the target of a blanket party). I wasn't into drinking, and so I stayed in my bed and read a book.
Suddenly, the bunk doors burst open, and I saw 4 guys restraining and dragging one guy to the toilet as he was thrashing around.
When I asked what was going on, one of the guys who were drinking told me that the one being dragged to the toilet got possessed. According to him, the possessed guy got quiet all of a sudden and started growling during the drinking session, only to jump up from his seat and headbutted the fridge numerous times. He was running amok in the mess, kicking the bottles, and furniture while shouting, "Who are you?" in Malay. Some of them who had been there longer knew what was going on, and that was when they decided to wash him up.
The guy who got possessed was not known for his strength (getting a pass for his IPPT was already a tremendous feat for him), but on that night, I witnessed 6 guys struggled to pin him down. He was causing a commotion, and I was afraid that the regulars would wake up, which would then lead to further questioning for me.
Feeling desperate, I called up one of the sergeants for help since he was well-versed with Islamic prayers. I used to tease him for being "boring" as there were a lot of things that he didn't do with us due to his conviction with the faith. I never knew I would need his help very badly, and I looked at him in a different light ever since.
With the guys pinning the possessed guy down, I gave those on the floor a hose down while the sergeant read out his prayers. The guy who got possessed gradually stopped thrashing about as he got disoriented. But I can never forget the piercing stare he gave me during the hose down.
Those who got possessed before and during this incident were the Muslim guys. I wonder if this has something to do doing haram (Arabic for 'forbidden') things like drinking alcohol.
It was during my rest time at 3.30am, and my next shift was at 5 in the morning. I couldn't sleep, and so I decided to head to the camp's canteen alone for the WIFI to download a few videos and check my messages on FB with my iPod Touch.
I was in the middle of searching for the videos when the water dispenser started bubbling. It was a short one at first, and so I ignored it. But the second one lasted about 4 seconds, as if someone was pouring a drink even though I was the only one at the canteen. While this was happening, one of the chairs started to move by itself. I made a dash back to the guardroom immediately, despite having a sprained ankle.
My friend who was on sentry duty, was surprised to see me back in the guardroom as he didn't see me coming from the rearview mirror of the sentry post, but only heard my frantic footsteps getting louder and nearer. We used the rearview mirror to spot vehicles/people approaching from the back of the sentry post.
There were a few stories shared by my fellow campmates about how a pocong stood at the camp's front gates and kept on banging its head on the gates to how a goblin-like creature disturbs the camp prowlers by popping its head from behind the walls peekaboo style, but the ones I shared above are my own personal encounters.
We can never get enough of Army Paranormal stories. If you have never ever seen a ghost in life, the best way to do it is by joining the army. - Eugene Tay
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