Confession by G.T. (Writer has requested to remain anonymous)
My supernatural experience happened 6 years ago (2014), and it goes like this:
I had to travel to Jakarta, Indonesia for a long term project work. I rented a small room in a hostel for the duration. My work place is in a University town, so most of the people staying in the hostel are university students, and only a couple of working adults.
The place is nice and clean, I stayed on the second floor, and I got a room with a private bathroom. There is a window next to my bed, and there were no trees outside my window (disclaimer for the later part).
On the first night, I slept early, around 9 p.m. if I remember correctly. In my dreams, I heard a voice calling me by my nickname (only my parents and brothers call me by this name, nobody else knows about this nickname).
I woke up with a start, goosebumps all over my arms, and saw the clock - It was 3:33 a.m.
Then I heard scratching sounds on my window... right next to my bed. The scratching sound was coming from outside the window... and like I said, my room was on the second floor, and there were no trees outside. So it can't possibly be the wind blowing the tree branches against the window.
Fear gripped me suddenly and I remembered praying immediately calling upon the name of Jesus Christ.
When I started uttering the first 2 words "Dear Lord...", there was immediately 3 loud banging sounds on my window. Almost like someone punching against my window in anger.
The scratching stopped. The room was so quiet I could hear the sound of my own heartbeat.
Spooked but exhausted, I tried to go back to sleep. That's when the scratching started again.
The fear I experienced at that point was piercing, I can remember; a gripping chill that shot right up my spine. I don't think I have ever felt that sort of fear, ever, in my life. It could be just my fight or flight response or God was trying to warn me of the danger, because I know whatever that is outside my window is definitely something that isn't normal.
I started to pray again, but this time, the scratching kept on going as I prayed. My prayers were simple, but I don't remember everything that I prayed, only the last few words: "Dear Lord, let no evil harm me!"
After I uttered those words, the scratching stopped, followed by three banging sounds on my window again. The banging was so strong this time that I thought the glass was going to crack.
After the scratching and banging stopped, the rubbish bin in my room suddenly shifted itself and toppled.
I pulled the blanket over my head and started praying. I shut my eyes tight and prayed for whatever it was in my room to leave me alone. I was breaking out in cold sweat and just kept praying over and over again.
When I opened my eyes, it was already morning. I must have fallen asleep again in the middle of my prayers or the entire experience was just a dream.
The second night, as I slept the same dream came to me again: A voice called me by my nickname and I sat up from my bed. I saw the clock, 3:33 a.m. The whole ordeal repeated itself - the scratching, the praying, the banging. It happened again on the third night. This time, I took a pen and drew circles on my arm.
When I woke up the next day, the drawing on my arms were visible. Whatever had happened I had just confirmed it wasn't a dream. I called my dad and related the experience to him. Instead of pushing it aside as just my imagination, he listened to me intently and said he would pray with me over the phone. We did this every night for the next week or so, long distance phone call with him and me just praying together.
The encounter stopped. I continued staying in this hostel and in the same room for 2 years.
A month before my project ended, and before my move back to Singapore, I took a weekend off and flew back to see my family. It is always nice to be back home.
But on my first night back to Singapore, while I was sleeping... I had a very scary dream. In my dream, I woke up and saw the clock, it was 3:33 a.m... then in the corner of my room, I saw a dark figure. I can't see his or her face, but I saw it lifted a finger to point at me, and spoke in a raspy, screechy voice: "Don't you dare leave that room. Come back... come back...."
I woke up, shocked, and soaked in perspiration. The next day, I called the company and told them I'm extending my leave till the end of the project and arranged for a colleague to pack my stuff and courier it back.
It has been 6 years since and I haven't gone back to Indonesia or had that dream again.
Edited by Eugene Tay for grammar and story flow.
Illustration by Syed Wilson.
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