New Police Academy in Chua Chu Kang. The story is that the cupboard is not to be closed. If you close the cupboard doors, the cupboard will shake at night. There's an old coin welded to the drawer. Not pasted, not left behind but welded. Yeah. So that's why you can't really close the cupboard. The cupboard doesn't close properly a. We tried a few times. When the cupboard is closed, at night it will shake, with banging sounds coming from the inside. If I leave it open, it’s fine.
[Eugene] Could it be a rat or something? No rat, but a giant millipede. But I don't’ think the millipede can bang on the cupboard. - This is a famous story making its round as an urban legend. Many boys serving national service would have heard it, but we finally found the person who first experienced it when serving in the Police Academy, intake 115. This is his confession. - Eugene Tay Late one night after a hard day of physical training (PT) exercises and drill training, I was damn shagged and knocked out early. Midway through my sleep I was awakened with someone gently nudging me. “Bro, can follow me to the toilet?” In my sleepy stupor and barely able to see, I said ok and climbed off the top bunk to follow my buddy to the toilet. He walked in front of me and I just followed, weary eyed, still half asleep - you know that state where everything is a blur and you can’t really focus or see properly. We were at Bravo Company (coy), which was the building just between the mass canteen and Alpha coy (or OCT barracks), in front of the basketball courts. Behind the coy, where we hung all of our laundry, was a forest with a cluster of banana trees. The toilet is on a half level down, between first and second floor. I followed him and reached the toilet. He went into the cubicle stall to take a shit while I went to the urinal. I didn’t really have to pee, but since I was there, might as well. Now, I’ve always been a bit afraid of camp toilets as I’ve read stories and listened to many horror tales. As far as possible, I avoid looking at the mirror and the ceilings, for fear of spotting something in the reflection or looking down at me. I don’t have the special third eye, but who knows.. better to not see. “Damn shag leh today, the drills and PT was damn tiring”, my buddy said from the stall. “Ya, tomorrow morning will be worse. IPPT coming up so confirm will kena from FI”, I replied, still peeing. “Yeah, but luckily I got lesson in the afternoon so can relax a bit”, my buddy added. He could only be heard since the door was closed. I finished peeing and went to wash my hands. “Eh, faster leh, I wanna sleep!”, I chased. "Wait la, stomachache”, he explained. So I waited, still trying my best to avoid looking at the mirror and the ceiling. My mind was filling fast with ‘what if’ scenarios, and I was getting a little paranoid at what I might “accidentally” see if I’m unluckily. “Quick leh”, I chased again. No reply. He must be concentrating. So, I went to the next stall and climbed on the toilet bowl to peep over the connecting wall. There was no one. Absolutely no one. I climbed back down and went back to the sinks. Trying to keep calm and not reveal that I KNEW no one was in the stall, I said, “Eh, I go back first la, damn shag. I wanna sleep liao.” And began to slowly make my way towards the door. ‘He’ replied. The voice still coming from inside the cubicle, “You sure you really tired and wanna go back? Or you know who I am now?” My skin crawled and goose bumps ran all over my body.... |
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