The Faceless Spirit of Novena MRT Station

​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?