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Confession by Imagine Merlion This story took place about 10 years ago, when I was on an internship in a science lab back in my university days. As it was the summer break, there were a good number of students who chose to intern at this company; the department lab I was in had four to five of us student interns in that period. Since we were all around the same age, we got along quite well. We would go for lunch together, tell silly jokes, prank one another, and even have random singalongs in the intern room - just what you’d expect a bunch of kindred spirits to be like when we were together.
Now, to give a bit of setting to the story: the building that the labs were in was planned out in such a way that a central corridor ran across the length of the building floor, with labs on one side and the office area on the other side. The office area was very open - no cubicle walls, no pillars. Even the wall that divided the corridor and office area was all glass, so essentially you could look from any point in the office area into the corridor. The toilets were at the end of this central corridor. They were designed in such a way that both male and female toilet doors were faced each other, with the sink placed directly behind each door. If both doors were open at the same time you would be able to quickly glimpse into the sink area of the other toilet before the spring mechanism closes the door again. Both toilets exited into a small walkway separated from the main central corridor by another door (which I will refer to as a common toilet door). One day after I was done using the toilet and was washing my hands at the sink, the door behind me opened for someone to enter the male toilet. I look up into the mirror to see if it was a friend (it wasn’t) and noticed from the background my friend was exiting the female toilet. I wanted to catch up with her so I called out her name and quickly rushed out without drying my hands. But as I stepped into the small walkway, I noticed that strangely, the common toilet door was fully closed - my friend was that quick, huh! So I rushed out into the main corridor to find her, thinking that since our lab was at the other end of the building I would definitely be able to catch up with her. But as I got out into the corridor, not a single soul was in sight. “Weird”, I thought, “did she run her way back to the office or lab?” I made my way back into the office and saw my friend sitting at her seat, and I went up to her and asked her “wah did you run back or what, so fast?” and she looked at me with a face of confusion. I asked her if she was just at the toilet and she replied that she had not left her seat for the past half hour. This was confirmed by other friends. So who was it that I saw exiting the toilet and seemingly disappearing into thin air? Was it someone with hair as long as and a complexion as fair as my friend’s? Maybe someone indeed left really quickly, ducking into one of the store rooms nearby before I dashed out? She would have to sprint very fast though and I would have at least seen a door close along the way. But there was nothing like that. Oh well, I decided not dwell too much into it. —- A few weeks passed and I quickly forgot about the incident. The Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival and the Muslim fasting month of Ramadan had begun. I was in one of the smaller rooms in the lab with two other colleagues; Jane to my right in the corner of the room and Hazel towards my back. We were all doing our own experiments, trying to finish up before the day was done when I heard humming in a lady's voice at my right. It was an unusual tune, slow, calming and melodic but I couldn’t identify which song it belonged to. Oddly, it felt reminiscent of the Chinese songs from the 50s and 60s I’d hear on my dad’s radio when he listened to Capital 95.8 fm. Another reason why this seemed odd was that Jane, a fellow intern, was a rather… posh girl. She is from a very well to do family, had studied in a top university in London, was very well mannered and presented herself with decorum and poise. When we engaged in our tomfoolery, she would be at the side laughing at us but never joining in. When we had our mini concerts, she would listen and never joined in with the singing. I had always thought it was because she couldn’t sing and didn’t want to make a fool of herself. But now, hearing her hum such a pleasant tune made me think she was actually a hidden songbird! The humming lasted for about 10, 15 seconds before it stopped. I turned to Jane and kindly complimented her on her nice musical voice. Jane returned a look of confusion. “Huh? What are you talking about?” “Oh you were just humming right? That was a nice tune. Seems like you can hold a tune and sing well! You should join us in our singing sessions!” But Jane looked even more confused and replied “I wasn’t making any sounds at all, I wasn’t humming”. I didn’t believe her, I knew I just heard humming coming from my right side. Who else could it be? Maybe this is her trying to prank me instead? But Jane was adamant that it wasn’t her. So I turned to Hazel behind me and asked if she heard Jane humming too. Hazel said that she didn’t hear anyone humming or singing and that it was all quiet until I broke the silence when I randomly told Jane that she’s got a nice voice. It then dawned upon us that it was the 7th month and that maybe neither of us were pranking each other. Maybe, there was someone else in the room with us. We shrugged it off so as to not scare ourselves. —- It wasn’t until a few days later when another friend, Shah, got wind of our strange incident. He then shared a strange encounter of his own. Shah was doing his final year project in the lab, and one of his experiments required him to stay back late almost every day. However as he was fasting for the month of Ramadan, he needed to go home on time to break fast with his family, so he decided to start his day super early instead at 5am to make up for the lost time. That fateful day, he’d just reached the office, the lights were all turned off as usual and the office and corridor was dark, save for the dim lights from the exit signs. He didn’t want to turn on the office light since he would be spending his time in the lab and there wouldn’t be anyone in the office for another two hours. Just as he was unpacking his bag after reaching his desk, he saw from the corner of his eye, a lady walking quickly past the corridor. “Strange, there’s usually no one at this hour. Has Judy arrived already? The lights are all still turned off though…” (Judy was usually the first person to reach and would turn on all the lights). He thought something was amiss so he went out and searched all the labs and rooms to find the lady who walked by. He could not find anyone. Who could that lady be? It could not be security guards because they did not have access into the labs nor did they have a reason to come in. I asked Shah to give a description of the lady. He said that she had long flowing hair and was dressed in white. She went past very quickly but was not actually running - more like she was gliding by. I then asked how he could be sure of what he saw since he mentioned that the lights were all off. He thought about it, then said that although it was dark, she strangely seemed to be lit by her own glow so he could see her fairly clearly. passing It was then that we realized the three encounters could be related; twice, a lady with long flowing hair gliding by quickly then disappearing without a trace, and once, a disembodied lady’s voice humming an unusual tune that no one else could hear but me. Is there a long-haired lady who roams the halls of our lab? What about the neighbouring buildings? - I’ve shared this story with other colleagues over the years and one of them shared had a story that showed strange similarities. She was in a different company two buildings down from my internship lab. She was supposed to go for a business trip overseas but had forgotten something in the office, so on the way to the airport at 4am in the morning, she dropped in to pick it up. When she got there, she saw a lady at the other end walking through the office. She had a distinctive feature - long flowing hair. Maybe it was someone working the graveyard shift, maybe it was something else. Maybe… it was the hantu? Honestly it wouldn’t be far-fetched if you know the history of the place - the grounds that our buildings were built on used to be an old British camp in WWII, and I was told that just about 20 odd years ago there was a prison or detention centre with female inmates next to where the building now stands. Confession by Alvin One thing that Singapore is good at is in giving old buildings a new lease of life every decade or two. What you may not know is that most of the time, it is only the facade that gets a makeover. The backrooms and maintenance rooms look very much like they did back in the 70s.
The company I work for handles contracts for building management and my job is to upkeep the building operations, making sure that things work the way they are supposed to. The building I’m in charge of has a ghost, whom we believe is the spirit of the maintenance uncle - Uncle Phua - who passed away many years ago. Since his passing, the maintenance guys that took over his role have complained about their items going missing, tools toppling over the floor and even mysterious bruises appearing on them. As time went by, the maintenance team figured out the way to prevent things from getting disrupted was to not leave the tools and items in specific places. The senior staff quickly noticed this pattern. They had already been suspecting the ghost of Uncle Phua is haunting the place but did not want to say it out loud. Stories like this don't remain a secret for long. Eventually they got to me. Naturally I had to investigate. What I gathered when I spoke to the team was that they believed a ghost was haunting the maintenance room and belonged to a staff who passed away. (Point to note: Uncle Phua did not die on site, he passed away at home peacefully from heart failure). The telltale signs were that once the room reverted to its previous configuration, the poltergeist activities stopped. There were other strange occurrences too, like instances where the aircon wouldn’t function or the fire alarm kept tripping. When in doubt, the maintenance guys would call upon the spirit of Uncle Phua to help, and just like that, the unknown problems would be resolved. To thank Uncle Phua for his help, the team erected a makeshift altar outside the maintenance room, with offerings of beer, cigarettes and incense. The last I heard, my company might not win the bid for the renewal of the building maintenance contract. i don’t know what it would be like after we leave. Good luck to the new team. Maybe Uncle Phua will give them so much hell that they call us to come back and take over. Next time I tell you about other buildings in town. All of them have stories. Confession by Justin Chua This incident took place when I was a trainee in Stagmont camp back in 2012.
Life was a joy there. The technical training was strenuous but we had delicious cookhouse food and canteen snacks. I was bragging about how good it was to several friends who had enlisted before me when one of them mentioned that the accommodation block that housed trainees like us was 'dirty'. It sparked my curiosity. One Sunday night before my official book-in time, I googled about the camp’s haunted history. The stories online were centered around the sixth floor of the accommodation block, where people were cautioned to keep out. Several versions mentioned about a particular bunk on the sixth floor with talismans pasted on its door, secured with chains and a lock. You can call me itchy backside, as on one of the nights where we had some rest time, I gathered some of my platoon mates and told them what I read online. We decided to head up to level six for some thrill. We didn’t encounter anything, so we went back to our bunk to sleep. However after that exploration, some of us started to hear dragging footsteps, walking along our hallway, into the bunks, past our beds and disappearing into thin air. It happened on a nightly basis and affected me so badly that I resorted to sleeping with earplugs on. In addition, I had recurring dreams of a Chinese wayang painted face glaring angrily at me. I assumed it was my overactive imagination, and not anything to do with the supernatural. Until a bunkmate told me about his dream and it was the same as mine. What were the odds?! There was also a night where the trainees were woken up by a piercing scream directly outside of our window, on the third floor. We exclaimed "walao eh", did our best to ignore it and went back to sleep. I went to speak with my sergeants, telling them that I was suffering from a lack of sleep due to these nightly disturbances and obviously there was nothing that they could do. Their only advice was, "Just go and sleep. There are these things all around us, but just go to sleep." Apart from the footsteps, the same eerie dream and the scream, there was this metal gate leading to level 2 where the officer cadets are housed. That level was not always occupied, as the current batch of officer cadet trainees had moved out after their training was cleared. The heavy metal gate tended to slam several times a day, which occurred only after sunset. I would think that these occurrences were happening from the very first day I entered the camp, but it wasn't until I learned about them online and from a friend that I became aware that they were happening. James, 78 Retired Police Officer When I was active in the force, we saw many things. It was a norm. Nowadays, young people talk about what’s logical and what's not. Back then, there were no such things. All of us believed in the supernatural because everyone had experienced something strange. That was the norm.
I’ve got so many stories that I remember clearly even till today. I’m going to share the one about a black cat that would always come to the station to visit us. In one of your confession videos you showed CCTV footage of a black cat walking and then disappearing, I saw something similar with my own eyes. This happened around the former Joo Chiat police station. Today the whole area is unrecognizable, only the facade remains. Gangs were rampant in those days. Joo Chiat was rife with gang wars in the 50s. In the 70s, they were somewhat tame, although many were still active. Many of them dabbled in occult. Mostly for protection and power. One of them was quite a regular at the station - known by many as Hock - he would go in and out of prison many times. Mostly for fights. One thing we noticed is that everytime he was inside, there would always be a black cat loitering outside the station. Those of our colleagues with the sight said that the cat was not a normal animal. The thing about Hock is that he almost never got hurt in any fights. Always laughed and said he was just lucky. One night I was on duty and when I stepped out to smoke, I saw the cat 'fighting' with a dark shadowy thing. I kid you not; I was standing there, just watching, and saw the cat literally flame up, dashed towards a tree and vanished. The shadow thingy went after it, disappearing too. All these happened in under a minute tops. The next morning when we went to check on Hock, he had scratches over his face and body. He wasn’t in such a jovial mood. Word around the station was that a rival gang member was using dark arts to get back at him. Parang was not enough. I’ve always wondered about Hock and how he would die when the time comes. Eugene’s Notes: I’m going with Djinn theory. Will bring up tales of my time speaking with an Ustaz who says that even till today people are coming to him for spells for protection. It’s mostly quite safe, if you know how to take care of Jinn. Much like the Thai take care of Kumantong. Will share a story of a boy who bought a mantra off Carousell and got more than he bargained for. This is by far the first time I’ve heard of a Flaming Kitten. BUT if you consider Jinns to be based on Islamic mythology, which are known in the books to have flaming eyes and orange skin. And Jinns can take many forms. So… Flaming Kitten it is. Confession by Isabelle This story was told to me by my mother. It took place many years ago when Novena MRT just opened. My mother had just finished her work shift and was waiting for the train at the rear. There were only a few people scattered along the platform.
From her peripheral vision, she saw someone appeared a few meters from her. My mom took a side glance and saw a Chinese woman in office attire looking straight ahead, shoulder length hair hiding her profile. There was just something about this person that made my mom feel very uncomfortable. Call it danger sense or intuition. My mom turned away and shuffled a few feet to her left, but every time she blinked, it seemed like the woman had gotten closer. It came to a point where she felt the woman was standing right behind her, close enough to hear and feel her breathing. When my mom looked up at the reflection on the platform glass panel, she saw the reflection of herself and the woman behind her right shoulder, except that the woman had no face! No eyes, no nose, no mouth, but yet there was the sound of her breathing. My mother was shaken but tried to maintain her composure and moved, as casually as possible, towards a group of school boys at the middle of the platform. The breathing sound behind my mother got more ragged and rapid until it suddenly stopped, followed by a gust of wind moving behind her back. She turned to look at her reflection on instinct and saw the Faceless Lady was now behind the glass, floating on the MRT tracks at my mother’s eye level. Just as my mother was about to faint from fright, the Faceless Lady darted further into the dark tunnel and out of sight. The next day at work, my mother’s colleague reminded everyone not to stay late, as it was the first day of the Hungry Ghost month. That was when my mom mentioned about the Faceless Lady she had encountered the day before. The colleague said that Novena MRT was built on a Jewish cemetery and it could be one of those restless souls loitering looking for people to acknowledge their existence. Why faceless though, I wonder? Confession by TFQ I had a life changing paranormal experience when I turned 21. It led me to searching for others who had similar encounters, finding Supernatural Confessions in the process. Having listened to you guys for almost two years and after much deliberation, I decided to tell my story. I would like to remain anonymous, please and if it’s ok with you, I do not want to further discuss my story. Much like when you wrote your book as a form of closure, I consider telling this story to be closure for me as well. Thank you for listening to my confession.
I was having a small get-together at home with some friends and family the week after I turned 21. My neighbor's son, a little boy about 4 years old, was playing in the corridor in front of my house like every evening. My mom called out to him to give him some cake. The boy ran towards my mom happily, took one look at me, halted, and his expression changed. He ran back to his house, stood behind the grill gate and stared at us in fear. Eventually he ran into his house and was out of sight. My mom and I exchanged glances, as we went back to whatever we were doing at that time. The incident rattled us a bit, but I tried to put it out of our mind. My mom, however, has a belief that children can sense things. She felt that the incident was not a small matter. Little did we know then, of the horrors that were about to unfold. That night I had a dream of this long-haired black figure crawling on the walls of my room, chasing me through places that looked like empty subway stations connected to malls. “I will kill your family and anyone close to you,” it threatened. I woke up crying and shivering. That intense fear I felt in the dream did not leave even as I woke up. I ran out of my room and found my mom in the living room doing her morning prayers. It was 6am. I told her what had happened, after which she told me to pray with her before going back to sleep. Since that first dream incident, I started sensing the figure even when I was awake. It would come to me particularly at night and in the early mornings. I could not see its physical form but would get a very clear impression of how it looked in my mind and was aware of what it was. It was a dark figure, badly burnt in the face and body with no recognisable features. I could only make out its long black hair hair, and burnt black hands and legs. I got the chills whenever it appeared near me. Growing up, hearing all sorts of hantu stories from my grandparents and aunts, I knew that I should not be afraid when these kinds of things happen as it would allow them to have a stronger hold over me. So whenever I felt the presence coming close to me, I gathered my courage and recited prayer verses. Sometimes, I would stare angrily at the general direction of the presence to show I was not afraid. But none of that worked. Bedtime was when I was most fearful and felt most vulnerable. I soon started developing insomnia because every night I could feel it standing by my bed, just staring at me angrily. I played prayer verses out loud from my phone every night and tried to get as much sleep as I could by facing away from where I had felt its presence, but when I fell asleep, I would be rudely awakened as if someone was strangling me. I would feel fingers on my wrists and neck, while my entire body was paralyzed. I tried praying and keeping spiritual talismans on me, but nothing worked. The disturbances went on for a month and it had an effect on my mental and physical health. At some point I was feeling so frustrated that I was ready to end my life to escape this nightly and daily torment. One night, I felt the presence of another entity. Again, I did not see it with my eyes but instinctively had impressions of how it looked in my mind’s eye. This new presence looked like some kind of Chinese deity wearing a gold crown or headdress. There was also an animal that looked like a pig with him. I kept my mom updated about all of my encounters. After that last dream, my mom felt that hoping the dreams were just a phase wasn’t going as planned and called my grandfather in India to ask if he could come down to visit me. My grandfather is somewhat like a spiritual practitioner and had on previous occasions helped other relatives with supernatural cases. When he saw me, the first thing he did was to talk to the entity haunting me. Later on he told my mom and I what it said: The spirit, that of a recently deceased girl, and a deity, was very angry with me. I had walked past an altar a month ago, and together with some friends, had been rowdy and disrespectful - apparently we had been laughing and walking loudly. (“Walking loudly”? What did that even mean? I was like Whaaaat?) As it happened so that during that time, a ritual was ongoing where the deity in the altar was invited to come to help the girl who had died tragically to pass over to the other side, and our behavior had interrupted the procession, offending both the spirit and the deity. The girl spirit wanted to exact her revenge on me for ruining her chance at peace. My grandfather held peace talks with the deity and managed to appease his anger. We also had to cook a big feast as an offering for the deity and the girl spirit. Afterwards, I told my grandfather about the neighbor’s boy who had run away after he saw me, he said, "Oh, he must have seen the burnt lady standing behind you and got scared. Who wouldn’t?”. My grandfather also told me that this incident has opened my third eye and I would "sense" things sometimes from now on. You would think that the story ended right. Yes, that one did, but another was waiting to begin. I waved goodbye to my grandfather at the airport and went home. The next week. I started seeing spirits near me, especially when I was home. There were twelve of them, and one lady was wearing a saree. She was the one who kept making herself known to me. I didn't get any impressions of the features of the other eleven people, although I knew that they were near me. My ability works like this, I get impressions of entities that want to be seen. If they do not want to be seen, I cannot sense them. I can also clearly sense particularly strong entities regardless of whether they want to be seen or not, be it good or bad. I can also understand what the entities are trying to say if they want to tell me something. I cannot, however, see or hear them with my physical senses. I was really frustrated, as my supernatural problems had ended, only for new ones to start. Anyway, these twelve had a leader. I could sense him the strongest. It was a male presence, I got the impression that this entity was some kind of spiritual master but never saw his features clearly. I felt their presence around me during the evenings and the night, from around 6pm to 4am. At first they did not do anything, just made themselves known. One night, the leader started telling me things. I just understood what he had to say, telepathically. He told me that he was waiting for me to come of age and that he wanted me for himself. He said that stars in my fate aligned for him to "take me" as I turned 21. He then offered me a choice - To willingly turn to him or for him to take me by force. He added that he waited for my grandfather to take care of the previous problem so that he can have me to himself. I remember being horrified, sitting there dumbfounded thinking what the fuck had happened to my life. I immediately told my mum about this and she became really worried again. The next day, I heard the woman wearing saree telling me that he would take good care of me, that I would want for nothing and I should let them take me. I told her to leave me alone and that there was no way I would let them do anything to me. They started turning malevolent, letting their presence known to my family members. My parents would also feel dark presences near them and unexplainable weird sounds every now and then. We all started feeling very drained and tired at home. My dad made mistakes at work and got reprimanded by his boss. I was feeling angry and helpless and lost focus on my studies. When I worked at home, I would feel like snakes were crawling all over me, or something heavy pushing down on my shoulders. I even sensed them doing some rituals near me when I was sleeping. I didn’t know exactly what they did, but I could understand them chanting something in my mind and doing some kind of rituals. We contacted my grandfather again and told him about the new encounters. He said that he sensed they were breaking our protections and wishing harm on me and family with the rituals. I also started hearing them in my mind, threatening to kill me now and then, especially when I was crossing the road. Once they even threatened to cause an accident to the bus I was traveling on. A few weeks later, my grandfather flew back again to Singapore. He talked to the entities and told me what he knew: He said that the leader spirit had seen me when I was 14 or 15 years old, and desired me for my looks and pure soul. He waited for me to come of age before taking me. He and his minions had been the reason why I never had any romantic relationships. They would keep any male attention away from me. My grandfather managed to trace the origin of this group of entities and found that they lived on Kusu island near some big tree. I did not know the details of what my grandfather did, but he visited the place with my father and had a big spiritual fight with the group and somehow forbade them from coming near me ever again. My grandfather performed some cleansing rituals on me and gave me talismans as an added protective measure. From then on, I have had no disturbances, but was scarred by my experiences. I have stopped watching many horror movies and will immediately leave a place if I feel any unnatural presence. I also try to ignore these things as much as possible. Confession by Sal The Old Plaza Singapura at Dhoby Ghaut area was an iconic place, situated right beside the Istana. The older folks who worked there had many experiences to share. I used to work at the Yaohan which was situated in the basement. We would go to the back area of the building to smoke and sometimes you could hear crying sounds or flashes of white flying overhead which we all knew was a Pontianak. But the mall was quite protected so she could not come in. Some of the more famous sightings in the mall were children's spirits. At night especially, when the mall was quieter, you could hear, and sometimes see children playing hide and seek. The security officers left sweets and toys around the mall for them.
School kids especially would play Spirit of the Pen or Coin at Plaza Singapura because apparently the spirits responded to the calling much faster there. On one occasion I remember two secondary school girls got possessed and were brought to the Fire Command Centre. At first their friends thought they were playing a prank but when the “prank” wouldn’t stop, they got worried and called passerbys for help. Nobody wanted to get close. A security guard on duty saw and approached them. From the Fire Command Centre they brought the girls out to the back where the unloading bay was. Some of us who were taking a break at the back were called in to help because men handling school girls might cause misunderstandings. I was one of those who were present. They took the ash from the altar, rubbed it over the girls’ face and made offerings to the deity for help. I think nobody knew exactly what to do, so we just prayed in the way we knew how. One of the girls stopped struggling and fell unconscious; the other was still screaming as if in terror. Then the unconscious girl opened her eyes and started laughing. The behavior changed drastically and to me it looked like a different entity had gone into her. This one was much stronger. The two ladies holding her were thrown off their feet and three of the men had to jump in to prevent the school girl from attacking people. She had gone berserk. There were a lot of things going on at the same time. I’m trying to recall as much as I can, but it’s been a very long time and I’ve already put this incident out of my mind until now. Anyway, there was a lot of struggling and screaming and maniacal laughter. Then the violent girl leaped onto the other girl and pinned her down. The violent girl had her face right above the other girl and seemed to be sucking the life force out of her. The girl who was on the ground exhaled a very long breath and then they both collapsed. When they came to, the paramedics had already arrived. They were treated for scrapes and bruises but refused to go to the hospital. Management came and everyone dispersed. Later that week we were all given a memo not to mention the incident to anyone as there was an ongoing investigation. We were never told what the outcome of the investigation was. But word got around. From what I heard, this wasn’t the first time. There were many possession cases but they were written off as epileptic fits. The mall later underwent a massive makeover and the vibe in Plaza Singapura today is nothing like the one in the 80s. According to rumors the cinema is haunted, maybe the spirits of the past are still lingering except maybe these days we are more resilient to them. Confession by Grace & Molli The incident took place in a new estate in Tampines.
I am a single parent living alone with my son. My parents have been staying over at my place since March to take care of my son and me because I’ve had a leg fracture. My dad sleeps in the living room, and my mom, in the common room. My son and I share the master bedroom. I haven't indulged in supernatural content since moving in to avoid unnecessary and unhelpful emotions as it's just my son and I living on our own. Since I moved in about a year ago, I’ve been hearing knocking sounds on my wall. One particular wall in fact. I've tried to remain positive, telling myself it is probably caused by the neighbors and that these sounds could have traveled from somewhere else. The peculiar thing is that the wall in question is not shared with another unit but with the elevator shaft. On numerous occasions, I’ve also spotted shadow figures moving around but I rationalized those encounters as shadows casted by the movement of my bedroom curtains. I feel better with that thought. However, something happened last week that has caused me to question myself. I had woken up at 3+ am to use the toilet in the master bedroom. I don’t have a habit of closing the toilet door fully so as to keep an eye on my son and also because with the toilet lights shining out to indicate my presence, he will not feel scared in case he wakes up looking for me. As I was washing my hands at the basin, I noticed a figure of a child, about my son’s height, standing at the doorway peeping in. I turned around and went “eh”, thinking that my son had woken up. That was until I got a closer look at the “boy” and saw that he had no face. The “boy” then moved away quickly, giving me a clear line of sight to the bed where my son was sleeping. I stood against the basin, frozen in place. I replayed the scene in my head, trying to make sense of the encounter, but could not. That wasn’t my imagination. I recall clearly, even though it was just a split second, that this “boy” had longer hair and was slightly taller than my son. Heart pounding away, I eventually plucked up enough courage to open the toilet door fully and searched around the house. The next morning, I overheard my dad talking to my mom that he heard crying sounds the night before. I interrupted the conversation because I didn’t want to create a sense of fear in the house unnecessarily and gave the explanation that it was probably the neighbors. My dad accepted my reasoning even though he looked somewhat doubtful. Later in the day, after my dad went out, I confided in my mother what I had experienced the previous night. My mom then shared that my dad had experienced the same thing a few months back when he was here at my house. What happened was that very late in the night, he wasn’t sure what time exactly, he had seen a boy walking to the living room. Initially he had thought it was my son, until the boy went right through the wall where the knocking sounds were heard and disappeared. That’s when he realized it was paranormal activity. After hearing that, I am more convinced that the boy I had seen the night before wasn’t made up in my mind. As for my mom, although she had not seen anything, she had felt something or someone standing at various corners of the house, observing her as she moved about. I've started my own prayers and blessed my house to remove whatever spirit that was here, and to prevent other spirits from coming in. So far so good, but it has only been a week. We’ll see how. The company I work for is situated in one of the industrial estates in Ang Mo Kio. Usually by 6pm, most of the other offices around the area will close for the day after which it gets very quiet. I was rushing a deadline so I stayed back to finish prepping for an event the following day.
My office space is moderate in size with an open cubicle concept. Each desk is divided by old fashioned partitions offering some form of privacy to the employees. My desk was situated somewhere in the middle of the office. Lily, the accountant, was situated a few cubicles down. She was slightly past middle aged and types with one finger, making distinct clicking sounds on her keyboard. Known to leave punctually on the dot. So I was a bit surprised when I heard her clicking away on her keyboard. I thought to myself, “ok lah, maybe she also got things to do and probably came into the office without me noticing.” I called out to her, “Lily, working late today ah?” But there was no reply. I called out to her again, louder this time, thinking she didn’t hear me the first time. The clicking sound stopped. I stood up and looked over the partition from my cubicle. From where I was standing, it was not possible to see if there was anyone seated in Lily’s cubicle, so I walked over to see. There was nobody at her desk. Her computer was off and everything looked tidy. I walked back to my cubicle and rationalized with myself that it was probably my imagination. Then I heard noises again; the sound of paper shuffling, and a ring binder file opening and closing. They sounded very distinct, sharp and piercing. This time I didn’t go over. I hunkered down behind my table and contemplated if I should just leave the office. However I thought the consequences of not finishing my work would be more terrible than being in the same room with whatever that thing was. Then the sound moved to where the metal cupboard was. This was where Lily usually placed her documents. The thuds coming from it were loud in a quiet office, reverberating throughout. From where I was, I could see the cupboard and there was no one. “Maybe it’s just a lizard,” I thought to myself. A giant lizard walked across the keyboard back and forth, turned the pages, opened the file, and now it leapt to the cupboard. Then the notice board on the wall beside the cupboard fell with a loud clutter. I was sure whatever did that was not a lizard. Maybe it was a sign that I shouldn’t be here at this time. Before I left, I took a photo of the cubicle and the fallen notice board. I wanted evidence of my experience in case everything was in their proper position when I came back on the next day and no one would believe what I encountered. That was one scary incident. What could it possibly be? Also, I do not know if this incident was connected but a few weeks before that day, my phone SIRI just activated itself and called me “Marcus”. Why this was strange for me is that… though Marcus is my birth name, my social contacts only know me as 'Mark'. So was that glitch on SIRI purely coincidental or a spirit in my phone trying to make contact? Confession by Ann We moved into our newly renovated office unit located in an old building in June 2022, at Central Business District (CBD) area. The location is good and food is fine.
A few occasions we encountered stuff we could not explain in this office. Usually we just talk and laugh it off. Humor is how we deal with the fear of the supernatural. However, today something extremely weird happened. Lunch hour in the CBD can get quite crazy. I didn’t feel like squeezing with the crowd so I decided to tapao (packet) my lunch back to the office. The others in the office had already left for lunch and the only other person was the admin girl. She too had decided to tapao food back to the office. She had her lunch in the pantry while I ate at my desk and watched Netflix. The main door bell rang. I glanced at the intercom at my desk to see who it was. I pressed the unlock button on the panel but it wouldn’t work. The door remained locked. I pressed the intercom and called out to whoever it was outside but there was no answer. Then something moved into view on the camera on the intercom panel. For a split second I saw a black face in full view of the camera and then it moved away quickly. I thought to myself: maybe someone short was trying to show his face on the camera. From the angle of the face moving, it seemed as if the person was short and around my height. “Ok, coming now,” I said into the intercom speaker. I hurried to open the door but saw no one. Puzzled, I stepped outside into the lobby, looked around, checked the stairwell, but there was absolutely nobody. The lifts were stationary so whoever it was would not have taken the lift. The door to the stairwell was heavy and noisy. If anyone had gone that way, I would have heard noises or at least see the door closing. The lobby is very small, with its entire area captured within the frame of the camera. Our main door is made of clear glass, offering unobstructed view. Within the timeframe I walked from my desk to the main door, whoever that had appeared on the camera would be in my line of sight. At that point I felt a slight tingling sensation down my spine, as if my subconscious was warning me of something. I went back into the office and sat down. Minutes later another colleague came back from lunch. I asked if she had seen anyone leaving the office building and she confirmed that she hadn’t. I tried the door unlocking mechanism again and this time it worked fine. So what was it that had tried to come in? I asked if anyone else had similar encounters and found out that another male colleague had seen a ghostly figure staring at him from the reflection of the tinted window a few months back. It occured at 7am, when he just arrived at the office and there was no one else around. Then he spoke of another incident which I was present. He thought he saw a white figure resembling my boss entering the boss’s room. As I was in another part of the office arranging some documents, he shouted my name out in an urgent manner. I stopped what I was doing and went over immediately only to hear him say, “nothing, nothing” as he walked away. He had decided to brush it away and keep the incident to himself so as not to frighten me. We asked the building manager if there were other such incidents but he was tight lipped and refused to share what he knew about the building. |
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