Confessions by Tan Ei Leen
"This story references Karak Highway in Malaysia. It's important to note that Karak Highway has an international reputation for being one of the most haunted locations in Malaysia. The urban legend talks about a yellow Volkswagen Beatle that would keep appearing despite drivers passing by it. There were also many tragic accidents that took place on this highway." - Eugene Tay
Now I have calmed down to write my encounter last night.
As you all know, Selangor MCO started today (6th May 2021) and Raya is coming, my clients has assigned me to send Raya hampers this week.
Supposed those hampers is divided to 3 days delivery but as we are also uncertain as to travel restrictions, we decided to clear everything yesterday. We informed the recipients and they agreed to receive at night as well. All was good until approximately 9.55pm. I was at the MRR2. My GPS showed that the recipient house is 3km away and 6 mins to reach.
So I followed the GPS and suddenly it rerouted saying that I overshot. Well, sometimes we do take wrong turn so I was like... ok. Follow the rerouted route to a U-turn.
So the nearest U-turn was the Genting highland old road. The dark kampung road next to the Karak highway. I used to U-turn tat road in daylight. When entering that road will reach a traffic light. At traffic light turn right and will have a junction and we will reach the main road.
Last night at the traffic light, I turned right but can't see the junction. I can only follow the road.
I didnt suspect anything and followed the road as per GPS. I remembered that time the road show 6km to reach destination. After about 2km I guess, suddenly the GPS showed 8km. I felt weird.
Then I look at surrounding. Both left and right are trees. Front and back no cars. I was all alone. There were no street lights.
Then I look at surrounding. Both left and right are trees. Front and back no cars. I was all alone. There were no street lights.
Then i saw an abandon factory a few metres ahead with an abandon crane. No choice i turn there so i can make a U-turn. GPS still gave me weird directions but my guts tell me not to follow and to take the road back the same way I came in.
I tried so hard to chant "na mo ah mi tho for" but I was panicking and the words seem hard to come out. So I switched to call for Guan Yin Pu Sha. I couldn't chant the words properly.
As the 黑白无常* (underworld gods) is my 乾爷 (patron), I just kept calling out 乾爷，救命 ("godfather, please help"). Soon after, I saw the main road junction and quickly exited the junction.
Once I exited the junction, one yellow mini cooper (I think) dashed out of nowhere and I jammed on my breaks real hard and thankfully avoided an accident. That car was speeding and almost collided into me. If I had delayed for even one second, I would have been dead.
*黑白无常 also known as dua di ah pek and underworld deities who help the living. Devotees often call them terms of respect such as 'godfather' or 'boss'
Confessions by Raysan Ace
I heard slow tapping on the lower aluminium part of my bedroom window from outside. I expected someone to be knocking on my door next but it was dead silent. I looked at the time and it was 3:10am. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep and just few minutes later I heard sounds coming from my gate and living room front door. It was like shaking the handle of the gates and thumping the door. I got up instantly and just stood in my bedroom. I wanted to switch on the light but I didn't. I wanted to ask 'Who is it?' but I couldn't. The tapping continued at my bedroom window making my heart beat fast. I've sealed my bedroom window with cardboard because lights from the corridor were too bright for me to sleep. I tried to see any movement from the little bit of light coming thru the top edge of my bedroom window but there was nothing. I opened my bedroom door slowly and softly as I could, went to my chair and sat quietly. I strained my ears to pick up any sound but it was quiet except for my bedroom fan.
I lit up a cigarette, sitting in darkness thinking if someone was playing a fool on me? I didn't feel any presence in the house but had this irritation of heavy burden on my chest. It was very disturbing.
Finished smoking, got up and was about to enter my bedroom when I saw it!
In fact, within matter of seconds from getting up I already knew something was going to appear and the sight of it nearly killed me!
within matter of seconds from getting up I already knew something was going to appear and the sight of it nearly killed me!
My whole body jolted from inside as I stood outside the bedroom. I then reached out to switch on the light with my right hand. The sight of it was very frightening! I knew from looking at it's height that it was no foul play and having familiarity with the supernatural, the same dire feeling held me again!
The phone was in my left hand, I quickly took a picture and somehow I can feel that the thing knew what I was doing. I dropped my phone after taking a shot without flash. I picked it up quickly and with my hands trembling, set the camera to flash and took another shot.
The thing grew as it moved and immediately shrank .
I didn't dare open the door to check and just stood by my bedroom. I felt angry and afraid at the same time. Drank some water, sat down again and said some prayers.
I switched on my kitchen and living room lights as I went back to sleep. I was tossing and turning in bed and couldn't sleep till 7am.
(I'm sharing this so that if anything happens to me, people might know the cause.
I really value those who prayed and gave me moral support but I also have to confide that I came across some who had an adverse motive for my wellbeing. They are the ones alleging that I'm not helping myself, that I can leave this house tomorrow and change things around miraculously.)
Part 1 of the Spooner Road Saga and confession with Raysan Ace can be found here on our YouTube channel.
Confession by Kim
I am born and raised a Catholic and this religion ran deep in the family, even my ancestors all the way from China!
After few decades, majority of our family members are still Catholic and one of my uncle even end up serving the church as a priest. Point of saying this is, the teaching and beliefs of this particular religion is fairly strong in the family.
So this a story, about what happen, 18 years ago, a night before my grandma passed away. She had suffered diabetes more than 10 years before her passing, on top of the diabetes, she also suffered from terrible leg ulceration, to be honest, I do not know whether that is even the exact term for it, but her legs are pretty much, swelling, with wounds here and there and blackish in color for as long as I could remember. Due to diabetes, all these wounds would not heal and doctor said no choice but to amputate.
The night before the surgery, my uncle and my cousin were keeping her company in the hospital. It has passed visiting hours, so hospital is fairly quiet except for the noise of cars passing by on the street outside. My cousin and uncle were having conversation but through whispers since both of them are not sleepy and they have to be awake anyway, in case of anything.
I could not remember the exact time, when I think according to my uncle, it was rather late, or nearly midnight, when the both of them, saw and heard, the ward door swayed and remained open, as if there were someone that came through the door and stood there. But…there was no one there. What’s weirder is, the ward door, is an automated door. Both of them stopped talking and just stare at the door, they were thinking, could be doctors or nurses that is coming through and they open the door somehow. But the door remained open, with no one passing through, for 5 minutes or so, and it closed back by itself, like how it used to be.
Right at the moment when the door was closed, my grandma opened her eyes, with the widest smile, she called my uncle and said, “you know who came to visit me just now?”
Right at the moment when the door was closed, my grandma opened her eyes, with the widest smile, she called my uncle and said, “you know who came to visit me just now?”
My uncle then asked who. “It’s Jesus and Mother Mary…” said my grandmother. Obviously, my uncle and cousin looked at each other puzzled and thought, she’s just dreaming. Grandma then continued saying, “They said, my legs are healed and I may come home” and obviously she’s very happy to hear that. No one in the world, no matter how bad is your condition, wanted any parts of your body gone. Uncle then told her, “good lah like that, then tomorrow we can check out and go home! But now, you have to sleep, cause now is still nighttime.” She went back to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up around 5 in the morning, feeling all happy after what she experiences the night before and told the story all over again to my uncle and cousin that is still there. She drank some water and then went to back to sleep, feeling all joyous. She never woke up. She passed away that morning, just a few hours before doctors could cut off both of her legs.
It’s a sad news for our big family, her 13 children and over 30 grandchildren were all notified and asked to return home immediately. Dad, uncles and aunts went to the hospital to bring her body back for funeral. And this is the last part of the thing that we could not explain, when she is home, her children put on her favorite cheongsam as her last attire before she was placed in the casket. As they were dressing her, they found… no more swells, no more wounds on her legs and the color? It looks as white and as soft as a baby’s skin.
This is when my uncle told the story of the night before. Maybe the higher power did visit her. Maybe her leg was really healed. Maybe she is really coming home. Just that, it was not our home, it was her forever home.
Confessions by Daniel B.
Edited by Eugene Tay
I work as a night shift security officer in a building that's situated in the commercial district. I am one of the only two personnel working the graveyard shift. Work starts at 8.00pm and one of us have to be stationed at the security counter while the other makes his rounds to patrol the building.
One Friday night while I was on duty and taking my turn to patrol while my colleague took his break, I experienced my very first haunting.
It was 11.00pm; I started my patrol from the 39th floor and made my way down. Each floor had two staircases so I will walk down from one stairwell, cut cross the entire stretch of floor to the other stairwell, and continue making my way down in this zig-zag pattern.
On the 16th floor, when I was passing by the middle lift lobby, I saw an open pink umbrella with a kids ball outside an empty unit. In fact, the entire floor is vacant, it's quite strange to find these items here; and besides my partner would have mentioned seeing them when he went on his patrol. I was honestly freaked out at this time. The hair at the back of my neck stood up.
Convincing myself that my colleague probably was lazy and skipped some levels, I tried to calm my nerves and completed my round. When I reached the ground floor, I still couldn't shake off the weird sensation I felt on level 16. Something about it just did not feel right. I decided that since my colleague did not mention anything before, perhaps this was a small matter and not worth talking about. There's still the entire night to work and we had to do some more patrols before knocking off, let's not scare either of us unnecessarily.
I sat at the security counter playing games on my mobile phone. My colleague was inside the mail room taking a nap. Nothing happened until about 1.00 am, then I heard a lady's laughter going, "heheheh".
Nothing happened until about 1.00 am, then I heard a lady's laughter going, "heheheh".
It was loud enough to echo through the empty foyer. I paused my game and looked around. I was sure I heard a laughter. The sound of laughter is very distinct. It's not a bird or a sound that came from outside. This laughter came from inside the building.
I waited for a while expecting to hear any follow up sounds but there were none. I shrugged off that experience and went back to my game, and that's when I heard the laughter again. This time I chose to ignore it and continued to play my game, but I must tell you, inside I was freaking out. About 5 mins later, the laughter echoed again. This time I got pissed. You can say that way I handle fear is to replace it with temper. I jumped over the counter, not even bothering to walk around it, and ran towards the direction of the sound.
I stood there in the dim light and shouted into the dark corridor all the vulgarities that came to mind. After that I did not go back to the counter. I went out of the building to smoke the adrenaline away. For the rest of the night, I stayed at the counter.
Later on I found out that the building had a lot of weird incidents and according to the guards who had been there longer than me, the experience I encountered was not uncommon. There was another incident where a sleeping security guard woke up to find three ghostly apparitions in soldier's uniform scolding him in Japanese. So far the hauntings had not been malicious. With regards to my experience, I felt that the ghosts were more playful and just trying to get my attention. For most of us who had an experience in that building, it's usually just through sounds and feelings only. There were rumours that this building was built on old cemetery grounds and that the spirits are anchored to this place.
Most places in Singapore, to be honest, have their own stories and hauntings lah so it's no point shifting job to another place either. Who knows what I will experience there. Maybe I may not be so lucky. Like they say, better a hantu you know than a hantu you don't.
Confession by Cara Wong
Cover Photo Credit: Nikko Pascua
"If I had to describe Tanglin Halt or "chup lao" as it was more commonly known, I would say it was basically the cusp of all the paranormal shit that happened to me and I wouldn't move there even if someone paid me a million dollars. Will probably split this story into 2 or 3 parts cause the number of encounters there were ridiculous." - Cara Wong
So as a bit of a backstory, my dad was a regular in the "house flipping" scene. It basically meant buying properties at good prices, getting it done up and then reselling it at good profits. It also meant we never stayed in one place for very long. If memory serves, Tanglin Halt was either our 3rd or 4th home.
I will refrain from revealing the block number but it was close to the church and the old railway track.
We first moved into a higher floor of that block and lived there for a couple of months before the real estate agent told us that a floor below us in the same block was selling for cheap - plus it was a corner unit. Naturally my dad's interest was piqued and within months we had yet moved to another home. On hindsight, no free meal in the world and cheap houses usually come at a nasty cost.
In the beginning, everything started off small. Incidents that weren't so big that you could brush it off as your imagination or a coincidence.
Confession by Cara Wong
Cover Photo Credit: Nikko Pascua
This was shared with me by a friend who lived in Tanglin Halt, Blk 31. (Very bold to tell you guys the block this time because the incident didn't happen in his house).
My friend worked in the same fast food joint as me but typically preferred to work the closing shift, which meant he would get home sometime around 2 or 3am.
He recalled on that fateful night, there was no change in his routine as he got off the cab. He remembered it being a super hot night and that he couldn't wait to get home to shower.
So in order for him to get to his block, he had to walk this long winding pavement that basically connected all the blocks and ended at the then-existing, Tanglin Primary Sch. (I drew a yellow crisscross line on the map so you can visualize the path he had to take to get home).
He recalled brisk walking to his flat but just furtherup the path he could see what looked like 2 people and they were heading his way fast. At first he brushed it off as 2 other late commuters like himself but quickly got alarmed when they were half a block away and in the dim streetlights, he could make out that not only was one of them inhumanely tall, 1 was completely decked out in a black outfit and the other next to him was quite the opposite - wearing a total white outfit. He recalled the one in white also had a very tall stiff looking white hat which made him look even taller than he already was, and that the hat had some red characters on it. He also held something upright in his hand.
What truly shocked him though, was when he realized the one in white also had its tongue lolling out of the mouth and was so long that it was halfway down its body.
The one in white also had its tongue lolling out of the mouth and was so long that it was halfway down its body.
Needless to say, my friend freaked out and realizing that there was no way he could get to his block without passing the 2 of them, he quickly headed to his left and ran to the void deck of Blk 29 - barely seconds as the 2 of them passed him by,
He said they looked like they were in a hurry and didn't even stop to look at him and when he turned around to look at them, they had disappeared.
The next morning, he described his experience to his mother and the 2 spirits he had bumped into. His mother suggested they quickly visit a temple and speak to a priest just in case he had offended the spirits by crossing their paths and staring at them.
At the temple, the priest mentioned that what my friend came across weren't spirits but hell deities, also known as Hei Bai Wu Chang (黑白无常) and they were probably on their way to escort a dying person to the Underworld.
He also mentioned that the white one was extremely temperamental, and if you caught him on a good day, you would be blessed with fortune and good luck but if it was a bad day, he was just as likely to curse you with misfortune.
On an ending note, my friend has since converted to Taoism and interestingly enough has the 2 deities tattooed on his back because the priest told him it is not often that Hei Bai Wu Chang (黑白无常) appears to the human eye, so they must have revealed themselves to him for some reason.
"In Tanglin Halt you can find home temples dedicated to varies deities both in heaven and in hell, their imposing effigies line red alters blacked with soot. This harks back from the kampong days where residents ran places of worship within their residence. This practice was carried over to housing flats when the villagers came over. Home temples are meant to be temporary and is not meant for public worship, however that last bit is a grey area and hard to enforce. The sight of the ominous red glow and scent of incense creeping out of someone’s home is a declining trend." - Eugene Tay
Confession by V.O.
This incident happened not too long ago in April 2019, when my hubby and I booked a hotel staycation around Orchard area. Since it was an award winning hotel, we paid a bit of a premium as we wanted to give ourselves a treat from a tiring week of endless work.
I remembered when we first drove into the hotel basement carpark, it was dimly lit and a little rundown. The paint on the walls were peeling and there were some boxes of junk in the surrounding area.
“Is this the correct hotel?” I asked my hubby as I turned the car into a parking lot next to the lift lobby. We paid a bit of a premium for the room and we were having an expectation vs reality moment.
The hotel building exterior looks modern but perhaps, they did not refurbish the basement carpark I guess? I thought to myself.
After I alighted from the car, something in me didn’t feel quite right but I brushed it off quickly as I thought it could be just my imagination.
We entered the hotel lobby and were greeted by the hotel staff who handed us some welcome juice and biscuits. The hospitality of the hotel staff made me feel so much at ease that I quickly forgot about the gut feeling I had at the basement carpark.
Minutes later, our room keys were handed to us and we took the elevator up to our room.
We did what every Asian parent teach their kids to do, which was to knock on the door before entering the hotel room. Upon entering, my hubby slotted in the room card and I excitedly went in to take a photo of the bedroom (refer to photo below) before checking out the rest of the room.
The room looks relatively new and clean with a day bed bedside the large glass window. We hung around in the room for a bit and left shortly after to explore the rest of the hotel surroundings. We didn’t return to the room until much later, after dinner at around 10pm. As usual, my hubby slotted in the room card to activate the room lights but it didn’t work. We tried a few times and even tried another card, but it just didn’t work. A few moments later, the lights finally came on. We left the card in the slot and shrug it off thinking it could be an electrical fault without giving much thoughts about it. Funnily, this didn’t trigger any form of uneasiness like what I experienced in the carpark earlier in the day. I guess I was too absorbed by other matters occupying my mind. Hence, I didn’t think much about it.
It was just a normal night, I wasn’t on medication or had any alcohol. Hubby and I were spending some quality time chatting about random things till quite late and we went to bed at around 3am. As my hubby can be quite a heavy sleeper, he was already fast asleep within a couple of minutes. I too, can be a heavy sleeper but for some reason, I felt really drowsy but couldn’t fall sleep that night.
I kept having constant chills running down the back of my spine. At that point in time, the thoughts of encountering something supernatural didn’t hit me yet as I tend to rationalise my thoughts a lot before passing it off as anything supernatural. The hotel bed must be really good at absorbing body heat, I thought to myself and I turned to sleep on my side as I snuggled a little further under the sheets to keep myself warm.
Now, the chills were getting more and more intense as I tossed around to lie back flat onto the bed. Suddenly, my body froze and I couldn’t move! Not only I couldn’t move, I started feeling a grip tightening around my neck and then, I couldn’t breathe!
Everything happened so quickly that this time round, I was fully aware and convinced that other than my hubby and I, there is/ are something supernatural in this room.
I started feeling a grip tightening around my neck and then, I couldn’t breathe!
My first survivor instinct was to struggle and tried moving my body but it was as if a strong force was pressing me down really hard on the bed. The grip around my neck was getting tighter and tighter that I thought I was going to die.
I called out to God in my head and the grip loosened a little. I was able to open my eyes even though I couldn’t move. I tried locating my snoring hubby beside me but instead, I saw a “green thing” in the room. It was a pale green silhouette but I couldn’t make out what it was. Struggling to gasp for air, praying and trying my best to move to wake my snoring hubby, I then heard a voice speaking in my head.
The voice was a little muffled and sort of unclear, but I could make out the language it was speaking. That “thing” was speaking in Malay. Then, the green silhouette shifted and now I saw a Malay family, one woman and three children who were all girls, standing at the corner of the room near the day bed at the glass window.
That few minutes felt like the longest time ever! I felt that my energy and life was sapping away. When will my hubby wake up? Dude was still snoring away! I struggled to give him a kick but I was still very much paralysed on the bed.
Prayers after prayers in my head while watching that “family” standing at the corner seems like forever. Then, I felt something move on the bed beside me. My snoring hubby finally woke up and gave my shoulder a few shakes! I got out of that trance and immediately cough, gasping for air while trying to regain my composure. As I didn’t want to affect my hubby, I briefly told him about my sleep paralysis but didn’t exactly recounted to him what I saw earlier. We did a short prayer and went back to bed.
By the way, it was already 4am at this point of time and I was feeling really exhausted. Hubby went back to snoring while I was trying to get to sleep. What happened next just annoyed the hell out of me. “Knock knock knock”. I heard “someone/ something” knocking on our main door. “Can’t you just press the freaking doorbell why must you knock?” I thought to myself feeling extremely annoyed.
I don’t know what gave me all the patience from the earlier episode but I guess, I’m just a really patient person in nature, hahahaha. The knocking continued.
How can my hubby continue sleeping without feeling unaffected? Then, I heard footsteps outside my room. The footsteps sounded like heavy boots. Firstly, who would be walking back and forth so slowly and secondly, who walks around the corridor at 4am in the morning? I hope it was just my imagination or someone coming back from a party but couldn’t locate his/her room at that hour.
Then, my bed started shaking, I sat up and witnessed the sight of the bed moving. I looked over at my hubby and was feeling amused that he could still sleep so soundly. I lie back down onto the bed, closed my eyes and prayed for daybreak. Just another hour and it is going to be morning soon! I consoled myself. This wasn’t my first time experiencing such things but it was really one of the most intense night I ever had. Finally, I managed to catch 3 hours of sleep before going down for breakfast at around 9am.
Yup, I had really bad dark circles that day and no amount of concealer can conceal my panda eyes. With 2 hours left before our checkout time, hubby and I went back up to the room. I got my hubby to keep watch of me while I took a power nap. The TV was on with soft volume and I thought perhaps now I’m safe to fall asleep. I have my hubby to keep watch of me too. As I was about to doze off to sleep, I couldn’t move again. Another sleep paralysis, ahh this was getting so annoying!!
Though I couldn’t move, I could see my hubby just right beside me on the bed using his phone. This time round, I heard a snarl in my right ear. I thought it was the TV, but I could still see what’s on the screen in front of me. Nope, it was Channel News Asia. Why would CNA have snarling noises? Lol!
Body couldn’t move but eyes still can move, so I looked over at my hubby and tried giving him a telepathy moment. Hello dude can you just stop looking at your phone?? Your wife is again getting spiritual attacks! For some reason, he seemed to be able to tell that something was not right with me again and he shook me out of my state. Thank God! I couldn’t take this torment any longer and we both packed our bags hurriedly, eager to leave this room. Don’t ask me why I didn’t thought of changing rooms from the very beginning when I started encountering all these things. It just didn’t cross my mind with so many things going on at that time . Who would want to leave the room with that intense knocking on our front door and heavy sounding boots prancing outside our door?
As we were doing our final round of checks before leaving the room, I saw it. The scratches on the room wallpaper. My hubby and I couldn’t believe what we saw, we swear we didn’t see this when we first checked into the room! Plus if the scratches were already there in the first place, we couldn’t have missed out seeing this as it was near the glass window beside the TV! I snapped a photo of it and we immediately check out of the room without bothering to shut the room door.
The scratches on the wallpaper resembled sharp nails/ claws. What do you guys think? These were the actual photos taken and I have not done any alteration/ edits of any sort to the photos. The first photo was taken when hubby and I first checked in the room and the 2nd photo with scratches on the wallpaper was taken when I was about to check out of the hotel room.it.
Confession by I.A.
This confession took place in 2014 at Sentosa's halloween horror event titled Spooktacular. It was also the last time that they organised this event. Many people are not aware that there are prayers and blessing rituals conducted prior to running such an event, however there are no guarantees that the haunting won't take place.
I was assigned as a scare actor in one of the haunted trails that was situated up a hill. People had to climb up a steep incline to enter the main trail. There were some actors stationed along the way but they weren't as intense as the ones on the main trail.
I was in an area that wasn't that dark but it was still really spooky in the dim light. There was a door for us to exit to the back if we needed to leave the trail. This is the kind of door that can only be opened from the inside. From where I was standing, waiting for the guests to come, I saw the door opening and closing by itself. I thought to myself: Our area is enclosed and there was only a ventilation fan which is far from the door. It won't be possible that a draft of air caused the heavy door to open and shut by itself. This definitely looks like someone is actually pushing against it.
In my heart, I knew this must be something supernatural at work. I said out loud, "I'm here to work, please don't disturb me, can?" The door closed and did not open again.
In another incident, I overheard a guest talking about how the three scare actors really spooked her out but the thing was that in my station, there were only two scare actors. Where did the third one come from?! I decided to keep this from my partner as I'm not sure she would be strong enough to handle this news.
I decided to keep this from my partner as I'm not sure she would be strong enough to handle this news.
If you had attended Spooktacular, you might recall that for one of the horror trail attraction, there's a lift at the main entrance where its filled with fake cockroaches and a scare actor, but instead of a lift door they used a curtain to cover the entrance. If you had wondered why they did that, here's the story: The door would keep breaking down only at night for no reason. The maintenance crew would come in to check but cannot find anything wrong. In the day, the door would be working fine. In the end, they just decided to go with curtains instead.
There's also another incident where I saw an "actor" walked past me and heading in the wrong direction. So I called out to her and asked if she was going to the rest area for a break but the person just kept knocking her head and walking. I turned to my partner to check with her but she said she didn't see anyone. When I turned back, the "actor" was gone. What was weird was that we were not supposed to go by main entrance as the break room is actually at the back. So who was that person I saw?
Then one night the whole area blacked out and we were told to use torches to continue the scare while they fixed the circuits. When I did a headcount for our station, I counted four people when it was supposed to be only three - two actors and one guide crew.
When I did a headcount for our station, I counted four people when it was supposed to be only three.
I counted a few times but still got four. I decided to ignore it and continue with the show. After the lights came on, I did a headcount again and this time we got the correct number.
With all the complaints of sightings from the crew and some of the guests, management decided to re-bless the whole trail again and this time, crew members with no religious protection of their own were given something to prevent any more bad vibes.
Despite all the supernatural experiences, I enjoy playing the role of scare actor very much. I saw guests actually pee'd their clothes. There's also a macho looking guy who ran off and left his girlfriend on her own. It was always the most fun to see how those talk big, act macho guys, actually are the first to get scared.
Anyway I will share again my USS experience soon.
By the way my partner was a disbeliever before but this experience has made her a believer.
Confession by Jeremy
This happened to me many many years ago when I was 13 years old. My family and I used to live at Tampines St. 44, block 470. My dad and I did not get along well. He went away for 10 years and when he came back, he was like a stranger to me. He was also very abusive and I hated him for it. It was a dark period of my life then and I was a depressive and angsty teenager.
I was sleeping alone in my room one night when I woke up suddenly and felt like I was being watched. Instinctively, I turned to my bedroom window and saw this old Malay woman with dishevelled hair wearing a white baju kurung with a sash cloth around her shoulders and holding a tongkat (walking stick).
I immediately turned away and hid under my blanket. Next thing, I felt a long tongue licking my ear. I quietly prayed for the thing to go away and I think I must have blacked out from fear.
I quietly prayed for the thing to go away and I think I must have blacked out from fear.
Few weeks passed and I was with my grandma and her side of family who are Peranakan. I told them my encounter and they said it could be a witch as I was a virgin boy. In malay, nenek kebayan.
There was also another incident in that house that took place between my mom and grandmother.
Grandmother walked out of her room and saw my mom combing her hair in front of a vintage mirror that my dad had brought home. My grandmother called out to my mom but she didn't reply. Grandmother walked towards the kitchen to get some water and found my mom by the stove cooking.
"Eh, how come you are here?" Grandmother asked, sensing something was amiss.
"I've been here all along, cooking. Why?" My mother asked.
"I thought I just saw you outside combing your hair," grandmother replied.
They both ran out of the kitchen to check the mirror but found no one there. After that incident both grandmother and my mother begged my father to discard the mirror but he would hear none of it. He was drawn and attracted the mirror and insisted on keeping it at home.
He was drawn and attracted the mirror and insisted on keeping it at home.
There were other unexplainable occurrences that took place over the years. Such as my football moving by itself, the sound of children running around at home, and the sound of bouncing marbles in the middle of the night. There was once when I was alone at home watching television and the channel kept changing on its own to Chinese Opera. I would change to other channel but after a while, the television would automatically change back to the Chinese Opera.
My parents finally sold the house and moved out a few years later. Moving out day, I felt sad and I could feel those spirits in my old unit saying farewell. Just a couple years later there was an article in the straits times of a father who killed his wife, kids and he jumped down to his death.
I wonder if the entities in the house might have driven him over the edge.
"Jeremy seems to have a gift to attract or see supernatural entities. His first encounter was when he was waiting for the school bus in the early morning to fetch him. He was standing at Dunmen Secondary School football field when he suddenly felt scared and looked up to see like a white cloth flying overhead and vanished into a tree." - Eugene Tay
Confession by Nor Ania
It was back in the late 90s when I was working at one the shopping malls in Orchard Road during school holidays. To be specific, I worked as a waitress at Delifrance and it was rather a nice experience working there with nice and friendly people. The shop is located in the basement level and easily accessible via the Orchard MRT linkway but the restaurant is no longer there after the mall underwent a renovation.
One day, I did the evening shift and as usual, after store closing, we had to clean up the counter, tables and also to sweep and mop the floor. If I'm not mistaken, it's after 10:30pm or nearing 11pm. I needed to change out of my uniform and back to my home clothes, so I asked my manager if I could change inside the kitchen or office area as it was rather spooky to walk alone to the toilet. He disapproved of my request so being left with no choice, I walked alone to the dark, spooky toilet.
Upon entering, it was very quiet and I would say gloomy. After passing by the row of mirrors and washing baisns, I had to make a left turn and decided to enter the first cubicle on my right. Before that, I noticed that both rows (left and right) of toilets were unoccupied as in the doors are all open. So into the cubicle I went.
Once inside, I quickly started changing and that's when I heard it....slow knockings on the wall partition inside one of the toilet cubicles. I tried to calm myself by saying, 'Ahhh maybe it's late night reno works'.
I wasted no time to change and eventually the slow knockings turned to loud banging. The doors of the other cubicles started slamming one by one. After I finished changing, I quickly unlocked my cubicle door to get out but guess what?! I was locked in!!!!
I tried pulling and pushing the door but it just wouldn't open and the banging just got louder and faster. I started sobbing and squatted down to recite some prayers. Then I heard a click sound and the door unlocked and swung open on its own. I stood up and ran the hell out of there. All the while, the slamming of the cubicle doors kept going on and on.
I immediately gathered my stuff from the pantry and left. I'm not sure if any of my colleagues saw me but I tendered my resignation soon after this incident. Until now, more than 20 years later, I'm still afraid of going into the toilet alone especially those in gardens and parks.
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