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Confession by Baby
My husband and I got our BTO flat in Punggol in 2018. We tried three other times before and didn’t get it, but the fourth time our queue number was really low, under a hundred, so pretty much we could get any unit we wanted. So my hubby and I chose the second highest floor with the sea view.
What we didn’t realize was that our sea view is more like an industrial view. Across the sea is Johor, Pasir Gudang area. I think there’s a huge oil refinery there because every evening fire will burn from the top of a tall chimney and it can be seen directly from our windows. Ok lah, but this is still better than facing the carpark or the trees.
My husband and I had been dating almost 10 years before we got married and collected our keys, and in the last three years, we had been living together in a rented studio apartment. I would describe our relationship as stable and, perhaps even boring. But boring is good. I’ve been in dramatic relationships when I was younger, but now in my 30s, I prefer the stability and predictability. My husband and I almost never fought at all. He’s a “tidak-apa” kind of guy, and I’m a submissive wife. We are one of the chillest couples I know.
Ever since we moved in, we started fighting and arguing over the smallest things. My in-laws and my parents said to be patient and that it’s normal for newly weds with their own homes to be shortfused because of the stress of moving to a new place. I am ok outside, but once I’m at home, I get very annoyed.
In June the following year, we went for our honeymoon to Italy for over a month and there were absolutely no arguments at all. We were back to our usual selves. The minute we got home, we started arguing about something simple as why either one of us left the suitcase by the door instead of bringing it in. I remember this incident clearly because I wanted to divorce him on the spot. Now thinking back… divorce over where to put the suitcase? What was I thinking? Sounds silly right? I tell you, it’s the house.
It just gets weirder from there.
There were many times I felt that we weren’t alone at home. I didn’t mention this - I have a four room apartment, and no kids, so there’s ample space for both my husband and I to have one room each for ourselves. Sometimes when I’m doing work on my computer in my room, I can feel someone in there with me. And like I mentioned earlier, the light from the furnace in Pasir Gudang can be seen clearly from our rooms, and with my room lights off, the whole room will be bathed in an eerie red glow.
There’s one time I felt like there was something in the corner, and I kept staring at it. Then the shadow moved - it moved! - casually walked along the wall and through my closed door. I stayed in my seat, stunned at what I had just seen. The first time I experienced that was in August because it was around the National Day week. That was just the first of many occurrences. The sighting of moving shadows just got more frequent. Almost once a week, and there isn’t any pattern to it.
At first I kept these sightings to myself because I didn’t want to blow it out of proportion, and also if I started speaking to my husband at home, he and I would just end up fighting. So when at home, we just kept to ourselves to avoid quarrels.
One day, I tak boleh tahan (cannot endure it) anymore, and when we were out for dinner, I told him the things I had seen the last few months. To my surprise, he also started opening up that he had been seeing things. In fact, for him, he even had his things disappearing and reappearing elsewhere. And there was no one else around at home. I was out at work during that time.
We asked around our friends and colleagues for anyone who might know of anyone that can help take a look at our place. We considered seeking help from an ustaz, but considering that my husband and I are both not staunch muslims, we didn’t want to call an Ustaz down in case we got nagged at.
Eventually we accepted help from a cousin of one of my colleagues who is a practicing spirtualist. I was told she is sensitive to such things and can communicate with energy. She doesn’t charge; I think for us, that was the selling point. We didn’t know who to trust and we didn’t want to get conned.
We invited her over on a Saturday afternoon.
She used the living room table to set up her little crystal altar. She walked around the house with a pendulum, and occasionally swapping them for dowsing rods. After she’s done, she sat us down together for a chat.
In the first five minutes of the conversation, my husband and I were sold. We came into this meeting with a healthy dose of skeptism; we wanted to hear what an “expert” would have to say about our place, but at the same time, we weren’t wholly one hundred percent going to believe every word. Does that make sense? We were curious, but we weren’t naive, so to speak? Not even sure how to describe it properly, but anyway, the first statement she said to us was: Your house has a lot of fire.
In the first first minutes the spirtualist was able to pinpoint exact positions where the shadows would originate from, and at which parts of the house that we would fight. I wasn’t even aware that there were specific parts, I knew we found all over the place; but for her to describe how each of us felt, I thought that was a level of accuracy I wasn’t expecting. And what made me believe her is that she didn’t need to ask us any questions; she was telling us all of these without prior knowledge.
Apparently, our home is very “hot”. There’s lots of fire element, and the element in our home is of wood. My husband and I are both water and wind. The overwhelming fire meant that our energy was “eaten up by the house”. And this home has now become a portal for entities to travel between words freely. Apparently, they mean us no harm. We are just… in their way.
We asked for solutions - of course we did, because I’m not okay with my house becoming a playground for these fire spirits or whatever it is. By this point, my hubby and I are convinced that the spirtualist isn’t a con artist, and we felt comfortable telling her our experiences.
The spiritualist advised us to put some water feature around the house, add plants for earth, and change the colour of our rooms to change the energy pattern. For our bedroom, we need to leave the blind down at all times and prevent the light from the fire to come in.
I tried to give her some money for her time and transport but she wouldn’t accept it. I insisted she take something, and reluctantly, she agreed to tapao the Begawan solo kueh kueh I had bought for this consultation session that no one had touched.
That very weekend we took her advice and went to get the items required and set them up. Immediately we felt a change in the mood. There were no more fights in the house after that and no more shadow people running around. When I asked the spiritualist about the shadow people coming out of the portal and where they are, she replied that they are probably around the block looking for places to stay.
So Eugene, if you receive any confessions from Punggol about shadow people, you now know where they came from. The good news is the portal is closed.
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