Confession by Eunice
When we moved to the rented house, (I think I spent the best time of my childhood in that house) there was a Datuk shrine in the garden. My grandmother started worshiping it & did all the rituals on thursday as an act of respect. She did it out of love for my dad. People told her that Datuk can help with finances.
One day, my eldest sister brought her boss over. This is the sister that I am extremely close to & she is many years my senior. She was working as a part time model then. Her boss saw the Datuk shrine and told my sister it is not a Datuk that’s living in the shrine now. It is something very sinister. That thing cannot come into our house because our ancestors are protecting it.
My sister after hearing this, of course panicked, but the boss said not to worry he will try to help to clear. He chose a date and told us to leave the place that day and not to return for a few hours.
When we returned, we saw the remains of burnt offerings. He told us the real Datuk left when the previous owners shifted. Something else took residence in the shrine because it needed a home. I remember feeling scared when walking past the shrine but dismissed it as I was still a 5 yr old kid. So my instincts were actually quite (zhun), accurate.
Since then, I am very careful of all these shrines. If the feeling is not good, I will leave immediately.
But that house had another incident.
In the garden, there’s a mango tree shoot, and it was growing right in front of the Datuk shrine. After the removal of the shrine, there was more space for my grandma to grow her vegetables & plants. My grandma & my mom have what we call green thumb. Whatever they plant, will shoot up like crazy. Mom has her orchids & my grandma has her edibles.
So grandma plants vegetables & has a curry leaf tree that is so fragrant that neighbors all would come over for leaves.
Now this mango tree grew under the care of my grandma. The puny little tree started sprouting branches all over. But never flowers and fruit. So one day, grandma took out a meat cleaver, stood in front of the tree and told the tree, "Oi, if you don't start fruiting, I will chop you off next week". Then pretended to slash it.
Wah lau, the next week, the tree started to flower & fruit like crazy. Mind you, these are not normal mangoes. They look like chinese peaches & will turn pink on the sides that got sunned. The aroma is extremely enticing. Even when eaten raw, it is not sour.
Sadly, we had to leave that tree behind when we moved house. The last time I came by too look at the garden, the tree had been cleared by the new owner.
My family and I love the area around Serangoon Gardens. Our first home was a HDB apartment along Yio Chu Kang, then we shifted to a condo nearby, and eventually to a house in Chartwell. This was to be my parents' dream home. They had worked hard their entire life to provide the best they could for my two sisters and I, and this was to be their retirement nest.
One second sister is married and doesn't live with us. My youngest sister is studying in the UK and comes back only once a year during CNY. I’m the eldest in the family and also the one responsible for taking care of family matters and the business. So in part, I’m guilty of choosing this place.
When we first went to view the place we immediately fell in love with it. The previous owner had taken good care of the house and we felt that renovation wise, it wouldn’t cost us too much. The location was also splendid. We didn’t check on the background or asked any questions - not the kind that mattered, supernaturally speaking, anyway. Who is in the habit of asking “is the place haunted” as an opening statement, right?
My parents chose the second level, because it’s easier for them to go up and down the stairs. I got the top most level which is also the largest with a sloping roof.
The room is constantly cold, even though logically, the uppermost level should be the warmest. One of the other things I noticed when I first moved in was a very strong scent of koyak. You know the ointment patch you use for muscle pull or aches? Strong medicated smell.
It would come and go. I tried to look for the source but couldn’t pin it down to any location. The thing about it is the scent moves about but only around the third level.
Some other odd occurrences are minor poltergeist activities - Spotify changing channel, pen rolling off bed, lights going on and off on their own. Nothing life threatening. Once, the letter “R” was written on the fogged up mirror. My bathroom door was locked and no one else was in it other than me. That, I totally can’t explain. And it was clear, not a faded lettering, as if somebody had written it with a finger. But who the hell did that finger belong to?
But all things considered, these are minor spooks and I learned to live with them. If I’m in my room it’s mainly for gaming and sleeping.
My helpers weren't so lucky.
In the period of 10 months, we had a change of maid twice. Both would rather leave and accept any penalties. It was only after we got our third maid that we finally had answers.
The new maid had the third eye. Probably more. She could communicate with the spirit. First day she came, she actually asked about my grandfather and if he needed anything, because she had seen him standing on the third floor in a parapet just staring at her grumpily. She went “ah” when I told her that I’m the only one staying up there.
One day I saw her talking to herself on the staircase landing between the two floors. Initially I assumed she was on a phone call and was on her ear piece. But just as I was about to walk past her; she held me back and said, “Wait”.
I just waited. Again, thinking nothing more. Maybe she wanted to let the floor dry or to clear stuff.
Then I saw it for myself, the family photograph toppled forward and off the table.
“Do you believe in ghosts, sir?” She asked me.
That caught me by surprise. “Yeah I suppose so”.
“Because your room got ghost, sir” she said.
From her I found out that the ghost was called Ronnie and he had been the first owner of this home. He loved this place, and planted the tree in the front yard. She provided a lot more answers. Later on when I investigated and verified, they all turned out to be true.
But more importantly right now I needed to know what to do with this ghost in my room.
She said that Ronnie was waiting for his family to come back. And he didn't want us here nor me in his room. Very noisy.
I told her to tell him that there’s nothing I can do. This is our house now. His family, I assumed the previous owners were his children, had already sold the place to us.
Then, according to my helper, Ronnie started crying. She looked at me. I shrugged at her.
“Can he stay here?”
“He got no place to go.”
“Not my problem.”
“He just wants his family”
So through the agent who sold us the place, we managed to get in touch with the previous owners and told them about what I knew about Ronnie.
Apparently some of the things I knew were intimate details that only a family member would know. Like Ronnie’s cause of death, or the pencil lead scar in his granddaughter’s thigh from a pencil accident.
Eventually they came over one day with a priest in tow to conduct a ritual and reunite Ronnie and his family.
I picked a day my own family weren’t around for this. I had no desire to explain to them any of this or that their dream home was once haunted.
Confession by Dean Zee Sya-Riff
I too had a very scary experience with Bangkok. The story goes like this: I had a friend who just went to Bangkok and came back walking in a weird way. He told me he had gotten his groin swollen during the trip to Bangkok. He said the pain was supernatural.
I asked him what happened and regretted my actions because whatever happened to him got transferred to me.
He asked me what's the capital of Thailand. I replied: Bangkok.
Suddenly, I felt such tremendous pain in my crotch area and passed out.
We are no longer on talking terms by the way.
Confession by Thomas Wang
Back in 2014, my wife and I went to Thailand for the first time for a holiday. We booked a hotel with a great landscape view of Bangkok. We did the usual Asian pantang thing like knocking on the door three times and putting our suitcase in before going in.
Everything went smoothly during the day. We went to shop for clothes, had some drinks and headed back to the hotel by nightfall. That's when weird things happened.
The door handle started rattling as if someone was trying to get in. My first thought was that maybe a prostitute was going from door to door offering her services, but I recalled that all guests were required to tap their keycard in the elevator before accessing the floors. I stayed on the 70+ floor so it was not likely someone would climb the stairs up either. This went on the whole night but my wife and I chose to ignore whoever or whatever was outside.
The next day, we hired a tour guide to bring us around Bangkok. When I related the experience to him, he seemed concerned enough to suggest if we were okay for him to bring us to a temple for blessings.
I thought, “why not?” since we were already in Thailand, and it’s a land of many temples. At the temple, we were given an amulet to hang in our room for protection.
My first thought was, “really can meh?” but that night and the remaining five nights, everything was quiet. There were no disturbances. When I asked my guide about the history of the hotel, he kept quiet. Maybe the locals might know of the other hauntings taking place there.
Confession by Anon
True encounter by my 15 yr old son. It happened in Thailand, Ubon Ratchathani province. He was living with his mum in a newly built house for the first time. The first two nights were alright, but something strange happened on the third. My son called me at midnight while I was away at work in Singapore.
"Pa, I cannot sleep... there are strange noises outside the house, behind the walls only.... I am scared," he said.
My son was sharing the room with his grandpa but couldn't seem to wake him up, so he called me as he knew I would be available at this hour.
I asked what kind of noise that was.
"Some cow mooing in a very deep tone... but it doesn't sound like an animal entirely.. It sounded more like a human..." He described that the voice was so distinct that it seemed as if it was in the room.
I tried my best to console him that it was just a cow making weird noises at night and probably sounded exceptionally loud because nightfall in rural areas could be extremely quiet. Also, the cows were likely from the farms around the area.
"BUT it is not a cow! I am sure! It sounded more like an old man mimicking....!"
I had some weird thoughts, to be honest but I didn’t know what else to say except to promise my son that I would be on the phone till he slept. I shared a YouTube link to a buddhist chant hoping it would help to calm him and chase away whatever was haunting him. He slept not long after playing the clip in the background.
I related the incident to his mum and this was what she said. "Yes.. I know what happened, I didn’t hear it the first few nights. It is only on the fourth night I heard it. And I know it is from the kitchen!"
Thinking it could be an intruder, she armed herself with a kitchen knife but she found she was alone in the kitchen. She recited some prayers and both the feeling and the noise disappeared.
"It happened just weeks before the house was built, an old man brought his buffalo to the grass field, the buffalo unintentionally impaled the old man and killed him, right where the house was now built."
All these made sense now. She engaged monks to do prayers and also invited the deceased family members to the ritual. There were no further occurrences. The cows are still there.. but not the 'cowman'.
Confession by Lennon
I am working in Bang Na, Thailand. To avoid the traffic jam on my way home, I took a shortcut through a kampung. It was about 7pm. In Thailand, by this time, the sky would already be very dark. I was driving very slowly because the roads were narrow.
Midway through my journey, I saw this lady from afar wearing a Thai period costume. The type with baggy shorts to the knee and pointed head pieces (imagine those dancers at Erawan shrine).
I was like, “What the f**k? Still got people dressed like that? Costume party is it?”
As my car passed the lady, I looked at her face. To my horror her face was white - not pale, but white - eyes were all black with no whites, mouth was bloody, red and big, like the Joker in 'Batman'
I continued driving. When I took a glance at my rearview mirror, I was surprised to see her reflection. I had the idea that ghosts do not have a reflection. Anyway I bought a rosary and hung it in my car. Till today, I am still using this route but did not have another encounter with that… that thing… since.
Confession by Anon
I want to share an experience that I encountered in my younger days in which I was lucky to have been unharmed.
This happened around 2001, on my very first trip to Bangkok. We checked into the hotel in the afternoon - Bangkok F*** Hotel. My room was located on one of the higher floors for 3 pax which was like a pent house or premium room.
The room was right at the corner near the staircase. I cannot remember if we knocked the room door to politely inform “them” - the spirits - that we were staying for a few nights. The floor we were on was mostly empty with many rooms unoccupied and the whole place was eerily quiet.
While unpacking our luggage, I heard noises outside our room which sounded like kids playing, laughing, opening and closing the doors repeatedly, which annoyed the hell out of me. I was cursing and swearing under my breath. When I opened the door ready to give the kids a good scolding, I saw no one outside. The whole level was empty and quiet just as before. I went back to unpacking and the noises started again. I rushed to the door to check, but again, it was empty and quiet. Shortly after, we headed out of the hotel.
Nothing much else happened for the remainder of our stay except that one of my friends developed a fever that went on for the next couple of days and 2had to self medicate. He did mention that he didn’t sleep well throughout and felt weird which I believe is related to “those things”. The reason I was spared was probably because I had a hot temper or more 杀气 (Sha JI).
Later on, I checked on the internet and realized that this hotel was haunted with quite a number of supernatural news and stories. Some years back in the 80s, a fire accident had caused some to die.
I gave my friend a good scolding for not checking and getting us such a “dirty hotel’. However, I feel lucky to be unharmed throughout !🙏🏻😅
Confession by Anon
My boyfriend and I recently went for a three day two night trip to Bangkok. We stayed at a nice five star hotel at a very famous location which was connected to a huge conference place. We arrived at about 9+pm. After a quick dinner, we went back to the hotel, showered and passed out before midnight.
I’m a light sleeper, especially if I’m sleeping at a new or foreign place. I guess it's because I'm not used to the environment, tossing and turning a lot. My boyfriend was nicely snoring away.
Then, at about 3.28am, I heard the shower running and a strong scent of lavender scented shower gel. I am sure of the exact timing because I wear an Apple Watch to sleep and instinctively look at the time everytime I wake up, usually to see how much time I have left tired before the alarm goes off. I was wide awake at this point but dared not get up to check.
I didn’t wake my boyfriend who must be exhausted from driving for 5 hours. Ten minutes later the shower turned off by itself and eventually I drifted off to sleep.
Next morning I told my boyfriend what I had experienced and he brushed it off saying it was probably the sound of someone showering in the next hotel room. I thought about it and decided it was best to just go with that explanation. He also told me to wake him up if it happens again tonight.
That night, we slept a bit later, at around 1am. I was dead tired from the lack of sleep the night before so I had no problem dozing off. My boyfriend too.
At exactly 3.28am it happened again: The sound of the shower running accompanied by the smell of shower gel. This time I woke my boyfriend up and he heard it too. But he told me to just ignore it and go back to sleep 😒
Fine. It took me a while to get back to sleep though whereas my boyfriend was back to snoring in no time. Suddenly, my boyfriend started grunting and gesturing like he was trying to push something off of him. I sat up, turned on the bedside lamp and shook him to wake him up. A few seconds later, he woke up and sprang right out of bed.
His face was pucat (pale; white as a sheet).
When he calmed down, regaining his composure, he sat down on the bed and told me he felt a cold pair of hands strangling him, trying to choke him. And right at that moment as he said that, the smell of lavender (shower gel) filled the entire room.
We turned on all the lights including those in the bathroom. He stayed up all night while I slept. When I woke up at about 7am, he then went to sleep till it was time to check out. We skipped breakfast that morning which was a waste because the spread was pretty good. Wasted lah.
To be honest, we travel quite a bit, like five to six times a year, for vacays and/or work. We have stayed in various hotels and this was the first time we experienced anything supernatural, and one so aggressive.
I don't know what to make of it but hope we don't kena again next time. Damn scary.
Confession by Anon
5th April 2023
Just to share a freaking chilling encounter in Bangkok that happened 10 years ago.
Back then, I was a relationship manager in a bank. Our branch has this twice a year Team Bonding activity, usually an overseas trip. That year due to our branch budget, our team decided to have our team bonding in Bangkok. As we were in our 20s, we were all really excited about the shopping, massage and havoc drinking sessions.
The hotel we chose was The Berkxxxx Hotel Pratunam in the Pratunam area. It was newly built and looked really swanky. Three of my colleagues and I —all girls , were assigned to the last two rooms at the corner while the guys were staying one floor above us. The first two nights were alright; no strange encounters. Probably because we were out the whole day and only got back to the hotel after 1am to catch a few hours of sleep before going out again, early the next day.
On the third night, we made plans to check out a new Thai pub around 10.30pm. Since it was raining, we decided to stay in the hotel to wait it out. Two of my colleagues staying in the room next to ours came over to (the corner room) chit chat with us. I was having a headache and decided to rest on the bed instead, I was half asleep but could still hear the girls chit chatting.
Suddenly, we heard knocks on our door. The girls stopped chatting and one of them went to see who it was via the peephole, but there was no one there. All of us felt a little spooked. It was a distinct and ominous series of knocks. It wasn’t our imagination. Also, there was a doorbell, if it was hotel staff, they would likely press the doorbell right?
Nevertheless the girls continued their chit chat. Less than two minutes later, the knocking started again. This time louder, as if someone was banging on the door. By now I was already fully awake. One by one, my colleagues went to the peephole to check but there was nobody outside our door!
Then someone suggested opening the door to look. Maybe it was one of the boys just trying to be funny. I had a very strong sense that something wasn’t right. I stayed in bed while three of my colleagues opened the door,
To their horror, they saw an old man standing in front of them. His back was turned to them and he was badly hunched. They couldn’t see his face. Slowly, he glided towards the wall and disappeared into it.
The girls screamed and slammed the door shut. When they regained their composure and related the incident to me, they were literally trembling.
That night, needless to say, we ended up going to bed early and never joined the male colleagues at the Thai pub. It was our last night in Bangkok and we had to catch the flight back home in the late afternoon.
The three girls who saw the old man apparition decided to put that chilling episode behind when we got back to Singapore and went back to their normal lives. However, five days later, the three colleagues started falling sick one by one with the same symptoms - high fever that wouldn’t go down even after medications. They were either suffering from insomnia or night terrors, and this went on for two weeks. One of the girls sought help from a local feng shui master but there was no improvement. Luckily under the recommendation of one of the girl’s uncle, they went to a temple Medium in Batu Pahat in Malaysia. The Medium was able to accurately point out what happened in Bangkok. After some prayers and cleansing the girls recovered.
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