My Psychic Experience Walking Through a World War II Site

Group photo before entering Labrador Park

Confession by Haye

Eugene: For some background information of the confessor, she is 'gifted' with the psychic ability to sense things that people cannot see. She had plenty of encounters growing up. This confession is one of the scariest she had encountered. This experience took place on a ghost walking tour that she attended with her uncle, auntie, cousin and her husband. There were five of them on this trip. ​

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We started off the tour at Kent Ridge Park, it wasn't too bad, I did see a few fleeting shadows and smell the sweet scent that is often associated with a specific type of supernatural but the main part of this story starts at Labrador park. We were going to be walking through a forest. The tour guides told us to switch off our phones and they gave us candles to help us see in the dark. 

I could already sense there were spirits there, but I felt it was normal since it is their home. we walked into the forest for about 400-500m when my cousin said, 'Hey, we need to wait for our aunt and uncle!'. So I turned around and waited.

I was the only one facing my aunt and uncle, so when they were walking towards us, I noticed my cousin's husband was behind them, standing slightly further back and staring at the ground. I thought it was strange that he would be that far behind when he had been walking with my cousin and I this whole time. There was this feeling in my heart telling me there was something off about him.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was my cousin's husband; he had been standing next to me the whole time. "Let's go," he said. 

So what was that taking on his form? I turned back to look at the doppelgänger but it had vanished

Labrador Park is notorious for spiritual sightings due to its tragic history.

I was seriously freaked out but it was too late for me to turn back now, and I didn't want to scare the others as well. So I kept this incident to myself and continue walking the forest trail.

When we passed by a toilet, my cousin's husband and uncle said that they needed to go "take a piss" in case their bladder gets full later and they are forced to piss on a tree. In our local superstition, pissing on a tree might attract spirits to follow you back. The toilet lights were activated by motion sensor. At this time of the night, it will remain dark unless someone or something large moves in the proximity. A moment after my cousin's husband and uncle came out of the toilet, the lights turned off on its own. We continued the journey but a few seconds later the lights turned on by itself again. I turned to look at the toilet; I had a nagging suspicion that there's something looking at us. I kept turning around to look at the direction of the toilet until the lights turned off again. This time I saw it - a white shrouded entity - a Pocong - was standing right at the spot where my uncle was. I quickly turned away and hurried in front.

This time I saw it - a white shrouded entity - a Pocong - was standing right at the spot where my uncle was.

A photo example taken from the internet to illustrate what a Pocong traditionally looks like.

But here is where things got crazy for me. The tour guides stopped in the middle of the trail as they wanted to share a story about World War 2. We were gathered around in a semi-circle, and the guide started sharing with us what happened during the war in Labrador park. Suddenly I felt someone tap my shoulder three times.

I assumed it was one of my relatives but when I turned I came face to face with someone I did not recognise. That's when I knew I had messed up big time. Suddenly everything around me amplified: I could feel the air around me thicken and grew heavy. I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel around me. There was a scream coming out of the forest. Then a strange mechanical buzzing sound from overhead - much like an old propeller plane flying by. Then the intense feeling of sadness set in. I could feel the tragedy of this place; the deaths, the suffering, the souls trapped in time. Everything.

it's not uncommon for me to be able to sense whether a place has good/bad history. sometimes when i walk into a person's house I can tell whether they're a tight-knit or a dysfunctional family just based on my senses, but the psychic imprint of this place was extremely strong.

The tour guide stopped talking at this point. He said he sensed a sudden change in the atmosphere. He pulled out a radio box that supposedly allow for ghosts to communicate through it. He asked a few questions such as, 'who are you, are you a foreigner or a local' etc. The spirit didn't speak, but instead communicate through another device - a K-II Electromagnetic Field meter - blinking once for no and twice for yes. The answer the tour guide got from it was it was a female. 

When it was my turn to hold on to the device, the light on the meter went straight up to the maximum number of dots, meaning there was a presence, or multiple presence, around me. We decided to move away from the spot. The red LED light stayed at the maximum reading all the way through the rest of the forest trail. Even the guide commented that he had not seen such a strong, persistent, reading before.