Confessed by Ling
Note from Ling: Wa.. last night i couldn't sleep well after sending you the stories. Now i will continue the 2nd half.
So now we both sat on the sofa in the living hall. He told me he didn't know he fell asleep. He was awoken by sounds of many people talking together at the same time.
The voices were not loud or angry, they were just audible but he couldn't make out the words. It was like a marketplace with people talking over each other. The sounds were coming from the bedroom. And he, being in a half-awoken state, forgot that we were in JB, was thinking, "WTF, this woman (me) ask the whole family come to settle our argument or what?!"
So he got up and walked to the bedroom and saw i was asleep, alone in the unlit bedroom. Everything else was the same. The noises stopped. He got back some of his senses and was still figuring out what was going on. He decided to go have a smoke, and searched for a lighter in the kitchen.
My husband is a logical, no nonsense kind of person and he doesn't have a religion, but he respected all religions. He believed there is a Higher Power but drew the line at believing in the Supernatural.
He said the feel of wanting to get me out of the room was stronger than his fear so he was not afraid.
We ended up talking about this for a while in the living room with the TV volume on louder so we wont feel like we were alone.. hahaha.. i keep asking him all the possibilities.. like are you sure its not the neighbors or something? Probably its from the balcony? Or the tv? Or people along the corridor outside?
But it was the wee hours, the building is new and we had no neighbours. The TV was off.
We decided to grab the pillows and blanket from the room and sleep on the sofa with the TV on.
We stayed up until about 7am until the first ray of sunlight shone in and then went back to sleep in the bedroom. We managed to get a few hours sleep and checked out at 11am.
Note from Ling:
Whats your take, Eugene? My dream of 7-8 people talking to me matches the voices of the crowd he heard. I didn't told him my dream until after he relate the whole incident to me! I didn't feel threatened or fear in the dream. Who are they? And the single dark figure?
It has been a year plus now since it happened.. some times i still think about it, but i didn't chase for an answer.
Confessed by Ling
I grew up in a typical Chinese family and my mother and relatives will visit those TangKees on and off when they have some issues that cant be settled the normal way, and from young my mum has been telling me that i am the more "Yin" person due to the timing of my birth or something. Although i can't, and definitely hope not to, see anything supernatural.. on numerous occasions i had close encounters.
I will normally be the one who have dreams about my late grandmother when Qing Ming or 7th Month is round the corner. I remember there's one time I dreamed about an ex-school mate. Which was strange because we hadn't met for many years and I wasn't even actively thinking about her.
A few weeks later I heard from other schoolmates that she had passed on around the time I had the dream.
In another incident, I dreamed about another friend who told me that he was cold and needed a jacket. He turned to walk away before I could do anything in my dream. The next day, I got news that he had passed away. There are more of such coincidental incidences but what I want to tell you today is about a more recent event that took place in April 2019.
Me and Hubby planned for a 1-night staycation in JB. We usually book Airbnb as they can be much cleaner and cheaper than the 5 stars hotel. We are always satisfied with our bookings 90% of the time.
For this staycation, I found a whole condo unit, newly built and furnished, at just SGD 60.00 a night. The only catch is that it is quite ulu, far away from civilisation, surrounded by undeveloped forested area and nothingness. Since we were driving, the location isn't exactly a concern. It would take us about 15 - 20 mins drive out to the mall and we could live with that. it was so new that when we arrive to meet the host for check in, the lift lobby looks like the renovations weren't quite done, with plastic sheets on the ground, unpeeled protective film on the lift bars and buttons. The smell of paint was still fresh in the air.
The host was a friendly young man and he met us to pass us keycards and personally brought us up to the unit and showed us around the place. Prior to the booking, I read that there were about 4 other good reviews about this place. So as experienced Airbnb tenants, we are delighted with the deal.
The apartment was a 1 bedroom room unit with balcony. The toilet was right outside the bedroom and the toilet door and bedroom door was facing directly opposite each other, but separated by a study-desk area. There was a kitchen behind the toilet, meaning the bedroom and kitchen area was separated by the toilet in the middle.
The TV came with free Netflix account and the aircon smelled new n fresh. Deco was also nicely done with careful thought put into the fixtures and lighting. All in all, the place looks great.
But don't let looks deceive you. The place can be haunted even when it looks modern on the surface.
Me and hubby went for usual shopping and dining. We had a little disagreement, and with the mood soured, we ended the night early and went back to the apartment.
I went to the bedroom and sleep alone with the lights off but kept the door opened. The study desk area and toilet were well lit and i didn't need a night light in the bedroom. The bed was comfy and i fell asleep almost immediately. My hubby was still angry at me and refused to come to the room. He fell asleep on the sofa in the living hall in front of the TV.
It was then that I had a dream again.
I was still in the same apartment and there were knocking on the main door. I was still lying on the bed looking out from the bedroom where I can see the living hall area.
A group of Chinese folks let themselves in, about 7 to 8 of them. A mixture of old and young, teenagers and middle aged uncles and aunties. They were friendly and gave off a comfortable vibe. They stood around my bed and started to sing what sounds like christian songs. There were lyrics floating in the air and there was a message for me.
They are telling me: in an argument, if you want to give in, you have to think of whether it will help the other party to become a better person and not to give in blindly.
Then before they all turned and leave, some shook my hand, some patted my shoulder, in a congratulatory manner. All these while i was just lying on the bed looking at this scene. The next moment, i found my hubby shaking me awake.
He asked if i want to go out to get supper. I asked him what the time was and he said something like 3am plus. I told him that he was crazy and I turned around to go back to sleep.
Then he started acting weird like asking me to get out of the room to do something else, like watch the TV with him. I kept rejecting him till his tone turned serious and that was when I knew something was wrong. I got up and went out to the sofa.
That's when he told me what he had just experienced.
Note from Ling: I will share this in my next mail.. haha too long to type now and I am getting a little scared.
Confessed by Ming
As most people know, Changi Airport is built on a reclaimed land. In the past this area was actually a malay fishing village.
At Terminal 2 (T2), near gate F59/60, they have this automated travelator. As part of the power saving feature, the travelator would only work when it detects someone passing by its sensor. Those of us working in the airport know that it's only this particular travelator that will "malfunction" and operate on its own when there's no one around. Engineering department has looked into this many times but cannot find anything mechanically wrong with it.
Not sure if it's connected or not, but around that same gate, people have reported seeing a little girl sitting atop the aerobridge, swinging her legs. The reports came from different people who are not related but the description is always the same - she's wearing a white dress, has long hair and no eyes.
Also at T2, gate F35, there was this incident where a few years back there was an accident where a toll car ramp into the gates and the driver died instantly. Though you will not find this reported in the news as it was covered up internally.
This gate is the one which requires travelers to walk down a flight of stairs to board the bus that sends them to the plane. So there was once, when my colleague and I were preparing to receive the travelers when out of sudden someone walked into the holding area from the boarding side to tell us that the bus is ready.
At that point in time, we were pre-occupied so we just replied, "OK." Later on, when we were ready to receive travelers, we remembered that door can only be opened from the inside of the holding area. So, how did that person come in? We did a quick radio check with the rest of our colleagues but no one was near us during that incident so... who the hell was that?
Terminal 3 (T3), Gate B10, is also another hot spot for paranormal encounter, or should I say - cold spot. This gate generally feels colder than any other gates and it's not because of the air-conditioning. Those working in that terminal believe it is because the stairs from that gate leads towards to a room downstairs which is used primarily as a holding area for passengers who died on the flight or bodies of the deceased to be repatriated.
There was one incident when my colleague walked past and felt a chilling vibe. The cold spot was colder than usual and something did not smell right. In order to get to the ops room, he had to walk past the holding room. Just as he was approaching the room, a red ball bounced out of the room across his path.
He picked it up and looked into the room. It was dark, there were nobody in the room, and no flight scheduled at that gate either.
Then he heard the sound of children giggling and the pitter-patter sound of feet running around. My colleague didn't wait around to find out where the source of the sound came from, he just ran all the way back to ops and shared this story only with a handful of colleagues.
Anyway just a side reminder, the blankets given on board, some were used to cover the dead that passed away on board. Something for you to think about the next time you fly.
As previously shared, my mother practises Indonesian dark arts. Yeah, she keeps pocongs & stuff.
She would call/ text messaged at odd hours. 1.40am, 2am, 3am, 3.45am, 12 am. The healer told us, she was performing her rituals as she spoke to us over the phone. As for the text messages, once we read it, her rituals would be completed. He told us to immediately delete any messages sent. It was negative energy sent our way.
“Ada orang nak antar lauk, buka pintu” (Someone wants to send food, open the door) she messaged, AT 11.30pm and 12 midnight, on several occasions.
When I didn’t open the door at that timing, she sent angry text. “Derhaka, kurang ajar, tak nak buka pintu!” (Unfilial, rude, don't want to open the door)
There was no one outside, no knocking, nothing. Why would I open the door for no reason? Also why would anyone send food at midnight.
Before this, there were several nights of loud meowing coming from outside & top part of the door. It was very loud. It sounded like someone imitating a cat meowing. AT 2AM!
I looked through the peeping hole, there was nothing.
The healer told us to say prayers before answering calls, reading text messages and such. Modern day rituals.
It also explained why I saw a pocong in my house in the past. Also, she did a ritual to cause my second sister’s miscarriage. My second sister found out about this and only then she started believing me. I was very suspicious because my mother & first sister were not nice to her when she was pregnant. As a matter of fact, the first sis was rejoicing on the day the miscarriage happened.
The very first healer I went to, should have told me the whole truth. Instead he refused to tell me who it was but just hinted that it was an older female person.
There were several instances where I found her wringed out, urine stench sanitary pad in the kitchen sink. The man said she had poured the contents into my food, part of her ritual.
Which explained why I felt unwell whenever I ate at home.
I remember seeing her rejoicing, jumping up & down “Bagus dia dah makan!!” (Good she has eaten it). I got really sick hours later. My whole body started breaking out in red rashes & developed high fever.
Now I realized that, I kept falling sick whenever she offered me food, or ate anything from home when she was present. Similar symptoms. The very first of such instance was when I was 9. As I was lying down sick, she kept feeding me food and told me to die. It all made sense now.
The healer also advised to say prayers whenever someone stares at you for too long. Once, they have gone deep into the dark arts, they develop the capability to entice just with their eyes, as they chant their mantras silently in their heads. Which once again, I caught her doing so PLENTY of times.
When I was in secondary school, she showed me an odd shaped black object she claimed was a herb. I had always preferred herbs/TCM over medications. She knew that and manipulated me into thinking it was jamu (indonesian herbal). She blended it with bananas and I drank it. I had a very painful stomach cramps afterwards. Ignorance isn‘t bliss, it’s deadly.
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Confession by Esza Ab
After decades of bad luck and odd experiences, last year I finally found out my mother was the one who was doing black magic to me and some of my siblings. It confirms my suspicions that it was her.
The very first muslim healer told me my suspicions of being a victim of black magic was true, but he refused to tell me who did it. He told me that he & his newborn grandson were attacked.
Other healers over the years, told me they couldn’t see the perpetrator or have no ability to handle Asian black magic. In the end I did my own research and tried meditating. My gut feelings always suspected my mother because of her odd behaviour.
She often would turn her face to right, while whispering. After which she would blow at your face.
Last year an ex-colleague recommended a Chinese healer. He told me she was chanting her mantra. Part of the ritual was to chant as she face the right side. So this explains her odd antics. Mind you, I did not tell him about her behaviour at all. I just said I came for help & suspected my mother.
He told me if I had accompanied her to Jakarta, it would complete her ritual & that no one could have helped me.
She did tell me that, since I had trouble getting jobs, fall sick a lot & had bad luck for years, she knew of a great healer who lived in Jakarta. She was trying to convince me he could help. By sheer luck, I had to work & didn’t want to take leave.
This woman, is good at acting pitiful & appearing kind to others.
Anyway, I got fed up because, she wouldn’t stop. One day my gut feeling told me to open her red bag that was left on the table. There I found my pictures that was printed off Instagram & Facebook. Other people’s pictures as well. Which pisses me off, because I saw the bag on that table for 2 years at least.
I just need to find someone to end it once and for all.
My 2nd sister brought me to a muslim healer yesterday. Frankly, what he told me was what I already knew. Again the slow coach method, drink holy water infused with sireh leaves. I was given the same lecture , be patient, believe, god’s willing.
Decades of suffering, I don’t want to waste any more time.
This also explains why, when we lived in the haunted woodlands house, she refused to call Ustaz to cleanse or do anything. She was trying to cover her tracks.
It would explain why, she kept telling us from young to be afraid of ghosts and setan (demons). Programming us to be fearful, so it’ll be easier for her to perform her rituals.
The whole problem was, I told many people and in typical Malay fashion, they’re only interested to hear but be quick to ignore when you ask for help. Some Malay healers would often refuse to tell me she was the one who did it. Instead, they would make sarcastic remarks directed to her. Asking her why she was afraid and stuff. Had I not asked non-muslim colleagues, my suspicions wouldn’t have been confirmed.
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Confessions by Joel Goh
A bit of background
So just beginning of last January, my dad had passed on in Tan Tok Seng Hospital (TTSH). He was cancer patient. As for me, some of you may already know that I'm a Cabin Crew. So what happened was I reported for a Manila turnaround flight and was busy doing my ground preparations in the aircraft already and as we were waiting for the ground staff to announce for boarding, I suddenly got a call from my brother advising me to not do the flight as doctors told him my dad might not make it.
Main Body of Confession
So I managed to step down from the flight and rush to the hospital. I recalled it was ard 6ish pm when I reached. And my dad was still conscious and breathing through an oxygen mask... So my brother briefly shared what the doctors said; that because he's taking in pure oxygen, there's a possibility he may be delirious after awhile. So I noted that and managed to spend some alone time with him while the rest of my family left us alone to attend to something else.
So I was just chatting with him and that's when this happened:
Dad: What day is it today?
Me: Sunday ah...why?
Dad: Oh....I'm leaving on Sunday. smirks to himself
Me: Tskkk...Don't be silly and say such things la. You're strong, Dad. You can do this!
Dad: 9 o' clock already..9 o'clock already.. (in hokkien)
I glanced at my watch briefly and replied: Huh... it's only 6 plus leh, are you feeling alright?
He wasn't looking at me when he repeated the time. Instead, he was staring into blank space (or whatever he was looking at in front of his bed which was another patients bed opposite).
So I didn't give much thought to it because I remembered what my brother had told me about chances of my Dad being delirious from the oxygen.
But later on, around 830ish, my dad's vitals started dropping.
That's when everyone started panicking... urging for the on-call Doctor...seeking response from my dad to make sure his attention is still on us...
It was also when it hit me as to possibly why he kept repeating 9pm which in retrospect, there was no way my dad could tell time from his perspective lying in bed. So when everyone else was anxiously and desperately trying to save him, I remembered telling my brother: "korrr...he's ready to go. but are you? let him go kay? he's ready..."
My dad passed ard 9:03 or 9:04pm
Till today I still ask myself why he kept saying that time when it was clearly not even night fall yet even from a glance outside the window.
So why did he have to say 9pm?
Was it really delirium as what the doctor had advised?
If that's true then why did he not mention 8pm instead? Why not 10pm?
Something for us to ponder about.
And to add on, people have told me that my dad was waiting for me before he could leave. I calculated the time of my return from the MNL flight. And I would've never been able to make it to see him if the flight had taken off with me in it.
Confession by K, submitted by Dark Arts of Syed Wilson
For those who used to or still staying in Tanglin Halt 'chap lau' especially the blocks near to the railway might be familiar with 'ghost stories' based on the railway itself. I recall a story shared to me by my friend, 'K'.
It was back in 1989 that this incident occured. 'K' lives on the ground floor and his backdoor was facing the railway track. His parents placed a wooden bench and a collapsable canopy and called it 'lepak' corner.
That fateful night 'K' and a few friends decided to chill at the 'lepak' corner. It was around 9pm. While chatting, one of his friends pointed out an apparition of a person walking slowly along the railway. 'Lets take a look..it could be Mamat from block 66 trying to scare us or something!' said 'K'
They went to the railway track to take a closer look. It was quite dark and they couldn't make out who was walking along the railway track.
The apparition was quite a distance away.
"You guys wait here, I'll get my torchlight!" he said. Before he could return to his friends he saw them scrambling away in fear as if they had seen a ghost!
Out of curiosity he went to the railway track to see whats going on but there was nothing there. A few days later he found out that they saw an apparition resembling a headless figure carrying its head in one hand!
'K' was thankful that he didn't see the apparition that night or else he might be scrambling off like his friends as well.
Confession by Malik, submitted to Dark Arts of Syed Wilson
Night shift has never been the same for 'Malik' ever since he had an encounter with the supernatural. He works in an office building in the CBD area and part of his job scope is to perform floor to floor patrol and each floor has a clocking point. As usual he would perform his patrol and for the rest of his shift he would be at the guard post while his partner takes over his rounds.
Malik has always been a sceptic and whenever his colleagues would tell ghost stories he would dismiss them. "Don't tell me all this crap just to scare me ok. Ghosts do not exist!" he scoffs. Malik has never experienced any supernatural experiences...until one fateful night....
The incident happened during his shift on a Thursday night. It was 2am and it was time for him to perform his floor to floor patrol. He would start from level 40 and work his way down. The lights on every floor would usually be dimmed. When he reached level 33 he noticed a lady standing in front of the office door. "Excuse me miss! What are you doing there?" he asked. At the same moment he began to have goosebumps and felt a chill down his spine. The whole floor suddenly smelt of frangipani.
There was no answer from the 'lady'....she just stood there. He walked closer to have a closer look. Malik noticed that she was thin and he couldn't see how she looked liked as her long hair was covering most of her face.One thing that struck him was that she did not have any feet! Suddenly the lady just disappeared as if she was made up of a huge puff of smoke! Malik ran to the lift and pressed the button repeatedly hoping the lift would reach his floor. The lift finally arrived and the doors opened. Malik entered the lift and pressed the 'ground' button.
The moment he reached the lobby he ran to his guard post. "Eh! What happened to you? Saw a ghost is it?" his partner asked. Malik couldn't reply neither he could talk...after all it was his first time seeing a ghost...and hopefully his last.
Confession by Alex, from Dark Arts of Syed Wison
'Alex' and his friends were always into the supernatural and whenever they had the chance to meet up they would go for an 'adventure'. From cemeteries to abandoned buildings to even nature reserves. But whenever they go to these places they never came across anything supernatural at all....but they finally got their wish come true when they visited 'Old Thompson Road'.
That night the 3 of of them met up for supper. 'Alex' was the 'designated' driver as he was the only one who owns a car. At about 11pm he picked up his buddies and they went to their fav makan place at Bukit Timah . After their supper, one of them suggested they check out the lonely stretch of Old Thompson Road. There were stories about that road...ghost stories.The rest agreed and they immediately left for their 'adventure'.
When they reached Old Thompson Road, 'Alex' drove slowly while his buddies were checking out the surroundings. On the left and right were nothing but trees. 'Lets stop at the side and have a smoke break..look over there! That spot is safe enough for us to stop at the side.' one of his friend suggested. 'Alex' stopped his car, unwind the windows and lit his cigarette. All of a sudden he heard a cackling sound from one of the trees. 'Eh! You guys hear that?' he asked and the rest nodded.
'SHIT! SHIT! Guys look at that!' his friend shouted...pointing at one of the trees. What they saw was a figure of a woman in white with long hair and the most terrifying thing was her head was INVERTED!
'Alex' started his car...wound up the windows and stepped on the pedal! 'Eh bros, did you guys see that thing?!' asked 'Alex'. The rest were quiet but 'Alex' knew all of them saw the same thing! Finally they got their wish...to encounter the supernatural.
Confession by Edwina O
This happened when I was about 14 years old, I attended a school in Hougang. Let's call it "B Secondary School". During those days, my parents had the habit of dropping me off at school in the morning extremely early so that I was usually in school before sunrise, where everything is still dark and the street lamps were still on. I would be one of the handful of students who would arrive in school that early. The handful of us tended to just hang around in the canteen together since at that time, the school will still be blanketed in darkness, with all the lights switched off except for the main foyer and canteen area.
One morning, as I was the class representative, I had to deliver a stack of workbooks to my teacher's pigeonhole. This task would usually be done at the end of the school day. However, on this occasion, I held on to the stack, waiting for a few of my classmates to hand in theirs as well before sending the work from the entire class to my teacher. To me, this was no big issue since I was always early in school anyway.
All the teachers' pigeonholes were situated behind the staff office in another block away from where the canteen was located. As I mentioned, at such time, the only part of the school that had lights switched on was the canteen area. Which means, naturally the block where my teacher's pigeonhole is would still be in complete darkness. The corner where the teachers' pigeonholes were is also where all the faulty, old and unwanted tables and chairs were stored. These tables and chairs were mostly rusty, dusty, without their proper rubber stoppers on their legs and rocky from the unbalanced legs. Normally this block would be closed and although the staff office would still locked at this time of the morning, there was a separate staircase that could be used to access the pigeonholes.
It is no surprise that my secondary school like most schools in Singapore, has its fair share of ghost stories and haunting tales to tell. Many of these stories have been passed down from students through the different batches over the years. Some of them were even backed up by the teachers so there must be some basis of truth in them. These made the students believed in all the haunting and scary stories we had heard thus far. I am no exception. Looking at the dark building, it did not frighten me one bit. And as in my previous confession, because I thought I was invincible, and I believed that "they" seems to have eluded me. With that, I did not even think twice before going all by myself to the dark, secluded building and up to a creepy corner where the pigeonholes were. Thinking back, it definitely wasn't the most wise idea to have gone there all lone with no one else looking out for me or even know where I had been and where to look for me should I have just disappeared.
Anyway, so full of confidence, I headed towards the dark building, going towards the dark, empty stairwell at the corner building. This dark staircase is also located at the far corner of the building which is also the corner edge of the school ground. I slowly climb the stairs to the 3rd floor where the staff office and pigeonholes were. Once there, I proceed to locate my teacher's pigeonhole. Now, i order to access my teacher's pigeonhole, i had to have my back turned towards the old and rusty, faulty tables and chairs.........
Once I had located my teacher's pigeonhole, I dropped the stack of workbooks on the table next to it and open the pigeonhole. Whilst I was attempting to place all the workbooks neatly in the pigeonhole. with my back turned to the stack of old tables and chairs, I suddenly heard the chairs behind me rattled. I heard it because the chairs had no rubber on their legs. It sounds like someone had just pushed against the chairs. I turned around, but there was no one there. I thought maybe there were rats and I could just scare them off. So, I took one of the chair and shook it around making some noise in the hope to scare the rats away. However, nothing moves. No rats scuffled out from behind or within the stack.
I turned back to my task quickly and pick up my speed in depositing the workbooks. After depositing the books, I closed the pigeonhole with haste and started to make my way back to the staircase so I can quickly return to the "safety" of the lit canteen. When I reached the top of the staircase, just before I took my first step down, I heard a chair being dragged behind me. It was clear and loud. It was no longer just a rattle, or a shake that I could pass it off as rats or even a cat behind the stack that could have cause the sound.. It was clear as day. The screech of the exposed metal of the leg of the chair against the concrete floor is unmistakable and it was right behind me!
At this point, all I could think of was getting out of there as soon as I could. I cursed and swore under my breath and ran down the stairs, hauled-ass back to the canteen. When I finally reached the canteen, my friends were still at their usual places, seated casually around my bag. Then I overheard part of their conversation, "Aiya, the Lunar 7th month has already started, that's why I cannot hang out." And, it dawned on me that day was the first day of the Lunar 7th month.
Since that unfaithful day, it had been uneventful for me for the rest of my school years at B Secondary School from the paranormal perspective. Except, perhaps one last unforgettable incident was during my last year of school, while I was climbing the stairs to the 3rd floor to attend an Adam Khoo Workshop that I heard a voice saying "hello" right next to my ear. I felt the breath, like a gentle brush of my ear and hair but there was nobody next to me. So, that was pretty freaky too.
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