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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.
Confession by Edwina O
When I was about 10 years old, I took a trip to Taiwan with my mother and two of her girlfriends, R and A. Four of us decided to share a hotel room for our trip. It is one of those family room where they have two queen size beds in the room. So my mother and I would sleep on one of the bed, while R and A would take the other.
I cannot remember how many nights we stayed in this hotel, but it was a short trip so probably about 2 nights or so. I am a huge fan for baths and enjoy long soaks in a bathtub since most home in Singapore do not have a tub and my house is no exception. Hence, I usually like to take the opportunity during holiday trips like this to soak in the hotel room's bathtub. In order to fully enjoy my time in the tub, I will usually have everyone have their shower first and I will be the last one to use the bathroom. This will ensure I have all the time I want in my beloved tub. On last evening, R and A were lamenting that they would like to spend more time at the night market. However, I did not want to hang out late, but because of me, my mother persuaded them to return to our room early. Hence, eventually we still ended up back in our hotel room.
I did not think too much of about their lament or why they did not seem keen to return to the hotel room. I was simply just happy to be reunited with my bathtub. Upon our return to the hotel room, everyone started showering and I was watching TV while waiting for my turn. Meanwhile, I can hear my mother and A whispering at a corner about something. I was just out of my hearing range so I could not make out what they were in deep discussion about. However, I also just assumed that it must be some boring adult stuff that I did not care and did not really want to know about. When R, A and my mother were done showering, they hastily announced that they were going out to get supper. I was a little puzzled as we had just come back from eating so I was like no thanks, all I can think about was having my soak in the tub now.
My mother was a little hesitant (but only oh so little) about leaving me alone in the hotel room. She kept on asking me if I were comfortable being alone in the room. I told her I was very happy that they are going out as that would mean I could then turn up the volume of the TV as loud as I want and watch it from the bathtub as I enjoyed my soak. So having convinced my mother, she, A and R left the room and I was all alone now.
Nothing eventful actually happened while I was alone in the room. They eventually returned, and I had to get out of the tub anyway as I was getting really wrinkly by then. My mother then again kept on asking me if anything happened and is everything alright. I was like feeling strange why is she suddenly asking me such questions. Is something supposed to happen while I was alone or am I supposed not to be alright?
When I asked her why she keep up with such strange questioning, she just brushed me off and told me, nope all are well and everything is good, then proceeded to distract me with some pork belly and the conversation ended there. The following morning when we were checking out, I could not shake off the feeling that the 3 ladies were being weird and acting a little strange. The whispering continued as if they were hiding something from me. So I asked them and my mother finally told me when we were safely out of the hotel. According to her, on the first night that we were there, A who was sharing a bed with R, had woken up in the middle of the night and thought that she had seen R seated at the coffee table which was near the foot of the bed where my mother and me were sleeping.
She called out R, asking her what was she doing and to return to bed. Having had no response, she then called out to R again, and that was when she turned and saw R was sleeping right next to her. She looked over to our bed and saw we were all also sound asleep in our own bed. She was totally freaked out and had immediately just dove right back under the duvet and chanted herself to sleep.
When my mother told me this story, all I could think of and said to her was, "And yet you still left me there all alone??? By myself???"
My mother could only explained that she did not want to spook me and freak me out as well. She did not know exactly what happened either until she went out to get supper with A and R and that was when A eventually recounted her entire encounter from the night before to them. At that point, my mother quickly made them return to the room immediately.
This encounter as such is important in a way because it made me feel kind of invincible? I feel like although there had been other small encounters throughout my growing up years and I was always presence when these happened but while it affected others, it seems to have eluded me. I was always the last one to find out that someone had an encounter as well. I think because of this, it leads me to an encounter a few years later that make me believe of their existence.
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