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Confession by Kai-Tak The following incidents took place in the North of Thailand. Bird is an art teacher who shared these stories, knows the guide from his trips. He illustrated the scenes from the two stories above. GERMAN TOURISTS A group of German tourists reached one hotel after a long flight from Germany. The guide told bus driver to drop her at the lobby and then park the bus in the parking lot behind the hotel. She ran to reception, checked in and ran to the bus. It took a long time at the reception for checking 50 tourists in, she was worried that her clients would be mad because they just had a long flight from home. She found no one when she reached the bus, all 50 tourists disappeared. She looked around and had no clue where those tourists went, she found a staff near the parking lot so she asked if he saw a group of tourists around the area. He said they walked towards the back of the hotel. She wondered to herself why the tourists would go there. It seems like an odd place to be walking to. While she was walking to the back of the hotel, the tourists walked back with a smile on their faces. They patted her shoulders and said thank you, some of them even gave her tips. She was confused but she didn't ask. She gave out the room key cards to those tourists and left it as that. In the morning during breakfast, she checked on the tourists if their rooms were ok. One of the tourists greeted her happily and said, "thank you so much about yesterday, we didn't expect such a good welcoming show." "What show?" she asked. One of the tourists greeted her happily and said, "thank you so much about yesterday, we didn't expect such a good welcoming show." "We were bored and tired yesterday. One kid in Thai traditional costume came on the bus, while we were waiting for you. She told us to follow her, when we got off the bus, there were so many kids waiting for us. They led us to the back of the hotel, they performed something like folk dance. It was fun and amazing!" The guide was confused, so she asked the hotel staff what show it was. The staff told her that they don't have show for tourists. "You can watch video from my phone" one tourist said and handed his phone to her. ".....errr, that's strange...why did it only record an empty courtyard?..." "Oh mine as well, there's only an empty courtyard in my pictures too… wait, ask that guy he has good camera maybe he got something" After going through all the phones and cameras, all 50 tourists claimed that they watched the show yesterday, but no one captured anything but the empty courtyard. Who said all ghosts are scary? In Thailand, even ghosts work hard to entertain their guests - Eugene Tay SPANISH TOURISTS There was a honeymoon trip for a Spanish couple. The guide took them to museums and local areas. After spending the entire day out sightseeing, the couple had dinner and retired to their room early. While they were cuddling, the woman turned off the light but turned it back on right away. "Why!?" Her husband asked. "I saw a log in the middle of the room…. It's really long, it reaches the ceiling…" She turned the light off, then turned it on again. "Where did you see? I see nothing now" "Right there, in the middle. I only see it when I turn off the light" she turned the light off again, this time her husband saw it as well but it was not a log, it was a man. He looked big, tough and tall but when they turned the light on, he disappeared. He looked big, tough and tall but when they turned the light on, he disappeared. "Who are you!? What do you want?" The husband asked. Silent…. No one was there, just only them. "Alright, turn all the lights on" When they turned all the lights on then they saw a man in traditional costume like they saw at the museum, looking at them angrily. The husband threw a bottle of water at the entity, grabbed his wife and ran to the guide's room. They told her what happened and together they went back to the couple's room but there was no one inside. They only saw the bottle on the floor. The couple ended up sharing the room with their guide because it was too late to get new hotel. Skeptics would claim that their tired minds must be replaying the things that they saw in the day, but for both of them to have the same exact vision? Hmm... I say this must be the hantu. - Eugene Tay
Confession by Skylar Lou This one is a short confession by it's quite... hair raising. - Eugene Tay My brother and I used to share a room that had a double decker bed. He usually sleeps on the top deck and I sleep on the the bottom deck. One night we were casually preparing to sleep so he climbed to his top deck and I went to turn off the lights before going to bed myself. A few minutes in the darkness I heard a sound of someone scratching their hair. It kept on getting louder and I thought it was my brother trying to annoy me so I yelled at him to shut up, but we both ended up saying the same thing to each other at the same time. We paused for a moment and my brother told me to on the lights because he was too scared to. I jumped up and switched on the lights. We both looked around the room but there was nothing. I jumped up and switched on the lights. We both looked around the room but there was nothing. We went back to sleep with the lights on. The next day we talked about it but as days go by we the incident slowly faded from memory. A few weeks later, when our mother was changing our bedsheet, she call us to the room and asked, “why is there so many hair wedged between my brother's mattress and the wooden board?” I picked up the pile of hair which was super long and dried. The strange thing is that no one in the family had ever had long hair. Where and how did this hair get there? Confession by Joseph De Cotta Edited by Eugene Tay This gave me the goose. Makes me wonder the things that are happening beside us without us realising it. This is the second prison story confessed by Jason. - Eugene Tay This one is my uncle's story when he was actually incarcerated at Pudu Prison, KL, Malaysia, many years ago. He was friendly with many of the guards because he was a regular resident at the prison. He was in and out many times for drugs related offences. He was also a good prisoner and helped with the guards and inmates. The guards entrusted him with the duty to do nightly cell counts. He and the duty guard were going through the cells doing head count until the got to a particular one. My uncle saw someone on the bed and marked it on his list. He was just about to leave when he was pulled back by the guard. He looked at the guard who put his fingers on his lips in the gesture of silence and pointed into the cell. He was just about to leave when he was pulled back by the guard. He looked at the guard who put his fingers on his lips in the gesture of silence and pointed into the cell. My uncle peered in and noticed two people lying on the bed. Looking closer he realised in horror that the two individuals who were lying in bed were exact doubles of one another. My uncle knew this person and everyone in the prison. He said he felt his knees go weak seeing this. The guard just tapped him on the shoulder and beckoned him to continue. Later the guard told him that that this phenomenon would happen frequently in the prison - it happens quite a lot and to different inmates not just that guy. Confession by Joseph De Cotta Edited by Eugene Tay Jason described himself as a geeky Eurasian Psychologist working in a forensic environment who loves all things hantu, and this is part one of two prison confessions. - Eugene Tay A small gatehouse in the prison was awaiting a small intake of female prisoners into the prison i.e waiting for them to get processed and be allocated/shown to their cells. What usually happens is that they are taken for a shower before being directed to their cells. These women were escorted towards this gatehouse where their names would be checked off and recorded. A prison officer in the house saw three women walking with their escort one of whom had her hair wet from the recent shower. As they walked pass a pillar, to come towards his area he suddenly realised that now he was only seeing two prisoners. He walked out and asked where the other prisoner went (the one with the wet hair) and the escort said there were only 2 prisoners. The guy was so shocked, he swore he had seen another prisoner. He was so convinced that there were three prisoners that he suspected the third had somehow had escaped custody. He sounded the alarm and the prison was locked down. It was later ascertained that everyone was accounted for. Later a few older officers took this bloke aside and advised that this particular apparition had been seen on other occasions and not to make a fuss about it. This incident took place in a Perth Women's Prison Confession by C Edited by Eugene Tay My first major encounter that scared me up till today was when I was 5 or 6 years old and I was living in Bedok back then.I used to sleepover at my grand dad's place over the weekends and he had this alter in his living room. As a kid, I couldn't sleep if I didnt had a cup of milo. One night, my grandma went to sleep without making milo for me. So my uncle tried many ways to get me to fall asleep but I just couldn't sleep la. So I decided to walk across the hall to wake my grandma up so that she could make me a cup of milo. When I reached the middle of the hallway, my body froze. I could not move or make a sound, but something turned my head decided towards the alter in the living room, and what I saw scared the living hell out of me, and mind you I was just 5 or 6 years old and my parents didn't let me watch any horror/ghost movies at that age. What I saw was a silhouette at the start of the hallway, she/it was wearing all red - red traditional dress like the ones you see for those olden times especially at weddings, complete with a red veil. I remember this experience like it was just yesterday. I tried to scream, run and even tried to turn my head away but I just COULD NOT move! I tried to scream, run and even tried to turn my head away but I just COULD NOT move! It felt like I had lost control of my body. The ghost in the red dress drifted closer and closer to me until her outstretched arm could almost touch me. That was when I finally could break out of the trance and ran into my uncle's room. My uncle had no idea what happened but he tried to console best the best he could. After that incident, I was too afraid to go to my grandparent's room. As I got older, I actually told my parents about this incident. My dad actually believed me whereas for my mom, she scolded me for sprouting nonsense. So up till today, I still have no idea what it was that I saw that night and it actually makes me wonder about the alter. By right, having an alter at home is supposed to protect you from such things right? What are your thoughts? On top of this story, I have another story from my dad when we were staying in Bedok. I used to sleep in a room by myself when I was younger. We stayed at the 14th or 15th floor but when I look out my window I could see the top of the trees, some branches, and the open car park. There was one night my parents came back late. Being parents, the first thing they did was to check on their kid. When my dad came in the room to peek at me, he saw a single red eye through the aircon hole looking at me sleep. The aircon in those days are not the kind that a sleek and wall mounted. These were the bulky ones that were attached to the window and there would be a small space for the ventilation piping to go out of.
I hope you guys enjoy the story and I hope you guys would be keen to hear more stories from me, cause I'm dying to share it with everyone! :) Punggol Town & WaterwayHailed as the Punggol 21 vision to transform Punggol into “A Waterfront Town of the 21st Century”, the Punggol Waterway was constructed in 2009, connecting the Serangoon and Punggol rivers across the entire estate. The 4.2 km Waterway is the central feature of Punggol, flanked on both sides of the banks with modern-style housing, recreation amenities and hipster diners. Just slightly less than fifty years ago, Punggol was a rustic rural kampong area with rubber plantations and farms for poultry, pigs and vegetables. Gang rivalry between secret society members often result in deaths and unsolved murders. Bodies were dumped in the swamp area at the end of Track 13. Today, that spot is the housing estate that is bordered by Punggol Walk, Sentul Crescent, and Punggol Central. Punggol Road was considered one of Singapore’s “dirtiest” roads with many motorist and cab drivers avoiding that area at night. Punggol Road was considered one of Singapore’s “dirtiest” roads with many motorist and cab drivers avoiding that area at night. (The other three famous roads being Old Tampines Road, Mount Pleasant Road, and Lim Chu Kang Road). Perhaps one of the most popular Urban Legend circulating around were stories of cab drivers picking up lone female passenger at midnight and asked to be dropped where the old muslim cemetery was. The high number of accidents there were attributed to vengeful spirits inhibiting that area. There were a total of 26 dirt tracks in Punggol. Many of them remained rural in nature even by the late 80s. Some of these tracks were disused and became dumping grounds for spiritual practitioners to “release ghosts” or conduct occult rituals. It was a common sight to find religious paraphilias and effigies left under trees tied with a yellow cloth. There was even an Urban Legend that Track 22 was where the “Gates of Hell” was situated and young spiritual practitioners would spend a night there to test their skills against the supernatural forces. The two other locations that have similar reputation is a location in Sembawang and what used to be the forested area between Tampines and Pasir Ris. At Track 26, where the Masjid Wak Sumang, a small kampong mosque was, there were rumours of Pontianak sightings in that area. In one retelling by an old malay woman who grew up in that area, she recalled that on Thursday evenings, it was common for devotees to hear scratching and crying sounds on the roof of the mosque. The question I think to myself whenever I walk along the Waterway is this: What happened to the spirits that once roamed the lands. Are they still present, hidden in plain sight? Have education and logic desensitized us to old wives tales and urban legends? There’s a story I’ve heard that would perhaps cause you to wonder as I have the next time you take an evening stroll around the neighbourhood. Water Ghosts and Reclaimed LandConfessions by Anthony, 76 year old retiree, lives in Pasir Ris but visits his son in Punggol frequently. Sometimes, he would jog across the bridge connecting Punggol to Lor Halus where he would take a shortcut home. One incident that took place in 2018 changed his life forever. “Chinese believe that ghosts are drawn to places where there are large bodies of water. You may have heard of advice from old folks to avoid swimming during the lunar 7th month - hungry ghost month - because each year there is guaranteed to be some cases of drowning. Drowning doesn't only happen during the 7th month, in fact, people who are good swimmers are known to have drowned under unnatural circumstances. That’s because Chinese believe that restless spirits reside in water and will need to claim souls in order to reincarnate. Sure, telling you young people all these stories, you will think uncle is old and senile and talking rubbish, but would you risk it? The Punggol Waterway may be man-made and cuts a scenic route through the Punggol estate, but the history of the land is mostly forgotten. These areas used to be very ulu. I believe in a bit of feng shui. Unlike before, now you have more people living here, the Yang ji (energy) is very strong. Even if the place has spirits, they are also all chased away already. Chased away where? Chased to empty and dark areas, especially along the waterfront, under the bridges, and areas where people seldom go. From my son’s place to my home is about a 45 mins brisk walk back home. Taking a bus to the interchange and changing buses along the SLE to Pasir Ris takes about the same amount of time or longer. Very leh cheh (troublesome), so what I do sometimes is just walk along the waterway, cross the bridge and cut across Lor Halus and walk along the park connector. At night it can be quite windy and peaceful. I have been doing this for a few months and got no problem but one time I think when my luck was low, something followed me back. But one time I think when my luck was low, something followed me back. That night when I got back, all of a sudden I felt very angry. I wanted to kill my wife and myself. I also don’t understand why. I went to shower and prayed before bed. That night and a few nights after I had disturbed sleep. Each night just as I’m about to fall asleep I would dream of a shadow standing in the corner of my room just staring at me. She - I can sense it’s a woman - was drenched from head to toe and she just stood there staring.
I lost my appetite and I started feeling lethargic, even getting a slight fever. At first I did not tell my family because I didn’t want to worry them but as the fever lasted for more than a week and would only come during sunset, my wife started getting worried. Fortunately my son who was a fan of Supernatural Confessions managed to get some contact for someone to come help me. When the spiritual master came, he was able to tell me what I was experiencing even before I said anything. Thankfully the problem was a small one. I had accidentally brought a spirit home with me that night and as she had nowhere to go, she just attached herself to me. The ritual was a simple one. The master instructed me to go back to the Lor Halus area to conduct a simple ritual with offerings. He said that he would help her “cross over to the other side”. I’m not sure if he meant crossing over to Punggol or go for reincarnation. That night I slept peacefully and my fever also subsided.” About 3km away from Matilda House, through a long and dark stretch of road, is a jetty that connects to the site where the Sook Ching Massacre took place on February 28, 1942. Records state that 400 victims were killed and abandoned on the shoreline of Punggol Beach but some historians believe that the unrecorded numbers could be much higher. Even as recent as 1997, people could find skeletal remains from the mass killing on the beach or in the nearby forests. The area of Punggol is one of the oldest known settlements in Singapore. It existed even before the founding of modern Singapore in 1819. That’s more than 200 years ago. Who knows what secrets are buried beneath the land especially since it’s common for people of that era to dabble in animism and shamanic practices. In the book, Malay Magic, author Walter William Skeat details the beliefs and folklore that was popular in Malay Peninsula during that time. The area of Punggol is one of the oldest known settlements in Singapore. It existed even before the founding of modern Singapore in 1819. The older generation who remembers Singapore during its kampong days still hold onto the memories and the superstitions that were passed on to them. These knowledge are not found online; and you can only listen to them through oral traditions. Sadly, many of these beliefs are slowly being forgotten, and it is easy to understand why such wisdom no longer seems relevant today when everywhere you look are high rise buildings and pristine parks. But just because our eyes cannot see what’s there doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. After all, things like Jinn and the souls of the restless dead are known to be able to anchor themselves in a place for hundreds of years. An elderly woman I spoke to who claims to be a descendant of a family line of practicing shamans recalled the story that her grandmother had told her. Near the spot where Punggol Point is today, there was a very big tree that the kampong residents believe to be the home of an ancient Jinn. Back then this place was not even called Punggol yet. It was known as Tanjong Rangon. Lightning struck the tree one night and all that was left was its stump. People from other kampongs would come to this tree to give offerings. She suggested that was how Punggol got its name. Ponggol in malay means, “a tree stump”. Raymond, 49 years old, recalls the stories that his father told him when he was a teenager. Raymond’s father used to drive the bus service 82, which was one of the only two buses plying the Punggol Jetty route. This was around the late 80s to the early 90s. It was well known amongst the drivers there that the place is unclean. In fact, the drivers pooled their money together to set up an altar near the drivers’ resting point to appease the wandering spirits so that they will not be harmed. There was a story of a new driver who did not believe in such superstitions and scoffed at Raymond’s father’s belief. He went to rest between his shift and when he woke up, he found himself in the forest and couldn’t get out. He kept walking around in circles and came back to the same red altar over and over. It was only after he lit the joss sticks and begged for forgiveness that he managed to see the rest stop. Confession by Meng Meng, a 55 years old property agent, enjoys fishing during his free time. He recalls a fishing experience that left him spooked till today. “I remember this was the time I just finished national service. Bunch of friends and I were looking for jobs but haven’t been able to find any, so during the ba-long-long time (lull period), we would go fishing. Usually the jetty area would be quite crowded, so my buddies and I would go further down the left side to where it's more secluded. It was late in the night, we don’t really know what time it was. The seafood restaurants around the areas were closed already so I think it was probably past midnight. One of our fishing rods caught something and started tugging. The small bell made the ding-ding noise and from the pull of the rod, it seemed like we caught a big one. The more we pulled, the harder the fish fought back. Suddenly we saw something emerging from the water. It was quite dark. We had camping lanterns but it wasn’t enough to illuminate what we had caught. Also, it was quite weird, why would the fish float out of the water. This thing was black and rounded. It raised up of the water slowly. My first thought was that we got our line caught in a floating debris covered in seaweed. But from the way it floated towards us, it seems to be somewhat alive. There’s a difference when something is moving at you and just randomly floating. This thing was moving towards us. When it got closer to us, it floated even higher and this time it was above the water level. That’s when I felt something was very wrong already. I told my friend to drop the rod and run. It was quite weird, why would the fish float out of the water. This thing was black and rounded. It raised up of the water slowly. No one seems to move. Everyone was confused. And that’s when we all heard it. A ear piercing scream. We all heard it same time and we ran. That voice was human sounding but at the same time it was nothing like I have ever heard from a human throat. We just left everything behind and made a dash for the main road. I took a glance backwards and I saw - I know this is going to sound crazy but I know what I saw - I saw a floating head. Just the head. No body. Flying around our fishing spot. Screeching.
We ended up at the small bus terminal area and quickly prayed to the altar there. Our hands were shivering and the fear was very real, but at least here there were more people and we felt safer. I have had strange occurrences during my army days and other fishing sites before but so far, those were just sounds and weird feelings. This was too real. It’s one thing to not be able to see them, but the sight of a flying head is not something I can try to rationalise and lie to myself that it’s an animal. I know what I saw. I can tell the difference between a head and a bird. Because there was really no way to walk back out and our barang barang (equipment and belongings) were still there, we waited till day break before going back. We spoke to some of the regular anglers there and they told us that there’s a reason why no one goes away from the jetty even though there’s a possibility for a better catch there. Flying head sightings were common at that spot. When we eventually went back to our fishing site in the morning, we found our items ransacked and the fishes that we caught all had their heads bitten off. Punggol Point Park looks nothing like what it did before and the forested spot has been cleared out. I actually still go there to fish sometimes, mostly for old times sake. Many people don’t remember what Punggol Point was before but this memory will live with me forever.” Confessions by Yang Guang Yang Guang was an 18 year old student from Singapore Poly when he first ventured into the Matilda House. I was in the photography club and I remember it was quite the norm back then for female models - the rocker and goth chicks type - to take photos in old buildings. Old Changi Hospital was a famous spot and the Matilda House was the other. My coursemate, Jo-An, who needed some photographs for her portfolio asked if I could help and I said okay. Jo-An and I went down after school in the late afternoon, early evening. There was still ample light coming in. While the place did look eerie, to be honest, I was more focused in looking for the best spot to take the photos before we lost the last light. When I was busy snapping away, I just got this funny sense that something is in the room with us and wasn’t happy. You know how sometimes you get to a place and it feels very uncomfortable like you just want to leave? I felt that. The feelings suddenly just came. I wasn’t thinking about anything. I suddenly got the goosebumps and a chill ran through me. It was a strange sensation but not intense enough for me to react hysterically, lah. So I shrugged it off and just continued looking through the viewfinder. I saw Jo-An kept turning and looking over her shoulders acting quite agitated and distracted. I took a few more shots until the film roll ran out then we packed up and left. It was only after we left the place that we talked about what we felt and confirmed each other’s experience. Since nothing major happened, we just brushed it aside and the conversation went back to photography. The horror only came after the photographs had been developed. Some had a tall black shadow figure standing behind Jo-An, right at the spot where she kept turning to look, The batch of film from the final roll of film came out looking very strange. Some were totally black as if a black translucent figure was standing right in front of my cam, some had a tall black shadow figure standing behind Jo-An, right at the spot where she kept turning to look, some photographs looked like it had a handprint across it - clearly visible with the shape of five fingers and a thumb. We were very spooked when we saw that. There are many things that can possibly go wrong especially with film photography but quire frankly the effects that I saw were not something that we can explain away with light seepage and faulty film.
Unfortunately, we were too scared to keep the photographs and negatives and Jo-An suggested we burned them to be safe. None of us wanted to die under mysterious circumstances from having a ghost mark us in photographs. I live in Hougang but my family and I do travel to Punggol very often, especially on weekends. Till today, everytime we pass by Punggol Walk, I will automatically turn to look at the direction of the Matilda House and think back on my past. The memories are still as clear as yesterday. I haven’t shared this story in so many years but since I know you are doing a confessional piece on Matilda House, I feel it’s time I get this off my chest. Thank you, Eugene for listening to my story. Confessions by Ad T Hi, I've only recently started listening to your live shows on Fridays and now your previous podcasts on Spotify when I'm driving. Love your show and hosts! I think I am a little sensitive to spirits and energy. Used to see things with my mind's eye especially when I am at hotel rooms etc. For years, I suspected there was something in my house, especially my room. Also had an weird incident during a trip to Thailand which apparently involved a minor demon (or 妖 in Chinese). I would like to share a particular incident that I believe something had followed me home. It happened a couple of years ago during the 7th month. I was out with some friends till late and was on my way home from Tampines to Marine Parade. Was driving on the ECP at that long straight stretch between Tampines and Bedok. I've driven many times on this stretch before but this time, it seemed like I had been driving on it for a longer time than usual. I was feeling uneasy and was having goosebumps. The air in the car seemed stuffy even though my aircon was on. There were no cars in front or behind me. I just focused on the road and kept driving. Finally I managed to reach the end of that stretch and just shrugged it off. Even when I got home, I still had an uneasy feeling. That night I had a very weird dream. I dreamt that I was in a bus and on the way home. When I got off the bus, I felt that someone was looking at me and looked back. Behind me, standing probably about 15m away was, you guessed it, a lady in white. She was looking down and just standing there. Feeling the creeps, I started walking back. In real life, my block is just across the road from the bus stop. But in the dream, there was a open field between the bus stop and my block. As I cut across the field, I looked back a couple of times. Each time I looked back, she was closer and closer to me. I never saw her walk, she was still standing in the same position; but every time I turned to look she got nearer and nearer. By then I was panicking already, and picked up pace. I took the lift to my house and when I was putting the key into my gate, for some reason I turned back. I live in a HDB point block, so there is no corridor and only 4 units per floor. Behind me should be my neighbour's gate, but now I saw a long corridor instead. And standing about 2m away from me, was the lady and this time, she was pointing at me. Then she said in a creepy slow manner, "I know where you live now." I lost it then. I rushed to open the gate and just shouted at anyone in the house to get pomelo leaves or holy water or whatever to cleanse myself before I go in. I woke up after that and felt like there was still something behind me in my room. I finally managed to turn around and there was a dark shadow at the corner of my room. I freaked out, turned around to face the wall and tried to ignore it. Until now, I am not sure if I encountered something on the way back, or just had a bad dream coincidentally. But I will never forget her voice when she said "I know where you live now". Sorry if this story is kinda anti-climatic and long-winded. I just wanted to share as I felt that there was something with me that night. Editor's notes: Most real supernatural experiences are "anti-climatic" because such encounters, unlike a Hollywood movie, don't have a beginning, middle, and end. Still, stories like this are extremely creepy because it could happen to anyone of us.
Written by Eugene Tay There have been many stories surrounding the Pasir Ris Suicide Tower. Many of these Urban Legends have evolved into multiple variations since the late 80s until we can't really tell fact from fiction anymore; but such is the nature and thrill of ghost stories that keeps our imagination going. Budding investigators have attempted to gather evidence of haunting and many claimed that it is one of the easiest spots to elicit a paranormal response. Personally, I have been a witness to multiple events in this location that defies logic. I am as strong a believer as there are others who are as strong a skeptic. This experiment that we have conducted is perfect in highlighting that dichotomy. Just because someone is fortunate enough to not experience any haunting doesn't mean that the place isn't haunted. In this two-part video, we attempt to record experiences from multiple perspectives - A psychic, four commoners, and one spiritual practitioner. Without the use of fancy western-influenced gadgets, what can each of these people sense when tasked to sit alone in what is reputed to be one of Singapore's most haunted location? The results are varied and interesting. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, the psychology of fear fueled by horror stories and odd sounds in the night can spur our imagination to see and feel things that may not be there.... or are they?
12:17 - 15:17 - Guru Murali Cleanse the Place
Guru Murali chanted a prayer to ease the lingering spirits towards the light. Does this mean the place is no longer haunted? Unlikely. Prayers help to bring whichever entity that is present at that time to the light but in a public area, and one that is isolated at the edge of a mangrove swamp, there will be other spirits to take its place in time to come. |
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