Horror fans would have most likely watched the movie The Conjuring or at least have heard of it. The movie was based on a true story about the lives of the Perron family who were the occupants of that house from 1970 to 1980. The house is located in the small country town of Harrisville, Rhode Island, USA. Sometimes referred to as the Old Arnold Estate.
The movie may seem largely dramatized with Hollywood effects but according director James Wan, he maintains that the events depicted in the movie actually transpired in real life. The haunting was adapted from the Warren's case files and recordings. Lorraine Warren was consultant to the film claims she didn't let the director take any more dramatic license than was necessary. Ed and Lorraine Warren earned their cred as respected paranormal investigators after their initial investigation of the Amityville hauntings during the 70s.
Fast forward, to current day 2020. The house has new owners - Cory and Jennifer Heinzen - and according to them, there are still sinister spirits in their home.
Photographed in 2012, the actual Perron sisters and the child actresses playing them in the movie The Conjuring. Pictured top and bottom from left to right: Cindy Perron and Mackenzie Foy, Nancy Perron and Hayley McFarland, April Perron and Kyla Deaver, Christine Perron and Joey King, Andrea Perron and Shanley Caswell.
Cory Heinzen has witnessed doors opening, heard footsteps and knocks. He added that he had “a hard time staying there by myself. I don’t have the feeling of anything evil, (but) it’s very busy. You can tell there’s a lot of things going on …”
The house has an illustrious history spanning eight generations during which residents allegedly died by drowning, murder, and hanging, after all. A place with that much negative energy will tend to attract paranormal entities.
For the first time, you can take a peek into the house and watch it live 24/7 for a week from 10th May.
Tickets for this virtual experience are currently going for $19.99. You can get yours here. Part of the ticket sales will go to three charities providing COVID-19 relief: World Central Kitchen, the Gary Sinise Foundation, and GlobalGiving. There are some sites streaming for free, but I would encourage you to part with that money for a good cause.
In the Part 2 of this article, I'm going to talk a bit about how paranormal investigation is usually done. Watching a 8- hour lockdown in the house is not going to be as exciting as an episode of Ghost Adventurers for sure. So what actually takes place during investigations? Supernatural Confessions will share how we usually run ours.
Confessions by Thomas Lim
I've been in the tourism industry for about 15 years now, and have worked in few hotels, tourist attractions and also a STB tourist guide. Apart from all the glamour of this industry, I have also seen a lot of spooky stuff in store. From weird encounters and unnatural deaths in hotels, to eerie places and practices of some attractions, and to a storeroom that keeps some of the war relics till today where we would hear occasional banging coming from even though nobody is inside. I would love to share all these stories with the great audience here.
For my first confession, maybe it'll be best to start from the beginning. I was a student in SHATEC back in 2001. As part of our curriculum, we had to do a work attachment at this place called The SHA Villa. The SHA villa is a training hotel and restaurant that we students had to go to gain some real work experience before going out to an actual hotel. I swear that is one of the creepiest places I've ever worked at. If you refer to the photo that I've attached, you can see its a very old, colonial-styled building.
You could enter the hotel lobby on the brightest, sunniest afternoon but it would always seem to be very dark inside. I knew this uncle who was in charge of the building maintenance and he once showed me an altar behind the building where some of us knew of its existence. He said it was for the spirits 2 little kids who still roam the building. Every morning without fail he would buy some biscuits, sweets and chocolate and placed them at the altar. If this was not done on a daily basis, we would have guest complaints that their stuff would be missing, there is constant sound of footsteps running along the corridor. That was not all.
There was once in the middle of the night, we had a guest come down to the lobby and said he wanted to check out immediately. It was really weird to see a guest check out in the middle of the night, so I asked him if everything was all right. He told us that he saw Japanese soldiers walking along the corridor and then going down the stairs. He did pay for the nights that he stayed in the hotel before he left, so we had no reason to believe that he was one of the cheapos trying to get a free hotel stay by cooking up such a story.
Another experience I had in the building was during my attachment at the restaurant this time. I was doing the night shift and we were cleaning up at the end of the day before going home. One of the last tasks we had to do was to clear the rubbish from the kitchen and bring it out to the main rubbish chute outside, which was just a short distance away from the main building. So that evening, 2 girls in the same shift as I was brought out the rubbish at about 10:30pm or so. Shortly after they went out the backdoor of the kitchen, we heard a loud scream from the both of them.
They ran back in and were sobbing uncontrollably. After they managed to calm down, what they told us sent shivers down my spine. They said while they were bringing the rubbish to the refuse area, they saw an old man squatting by the piles of rubbish. Thinking he was one of those seniors who went around collecting things like cardboard, they continued to walk towards the refuse area. But when they were quite near the old man, he turned around and they saw he had no eyes in his eye sockets with his mouth wide open. This they screamed and ran back.
It'd be good to know after carrying this story with me for so many years. After hearing what the girls told us, some of the guys went out to check, all we saw were that 2 bags of rubbish strewn on the floor near the refuse area as the girls had left it. There was no old man in sight.
Confession by YQ (request for anonymity)
I am writing from Malaysia. This story is about my father's and grandma's encounter. This happened last year in 2019.
My father has a habit of playing music loudly in his room every night on his phone and would usually fall asleep and not turn the music off until the next morning. His room was located at the very end of the terrace house which was next to the toilet and shower room and at the very end, there would be a door leading to the back alleyway. His room has a window that would look into the back alleyway which was usually dark and creepy at night.
Everything was fine until one late night, as my grandmother was cleaning up in the kitchen late at night, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow in the small hallway just outside my father's room. My grandma is a very religious woman but she just chose to brush it away thinking it was just her eyes playing tricks on her.
However, the next morning, she found a large footprint that looked muddy just right in front of the backdoor that leads to the alleyway. She found it rather odd as there was no way my grandfather or father could have stepped outside without shoes or even without cleaning the footprint off. The oddest part of it was it was only a print of the right foot. And the footprint was oddly larger than any human-size feet. and the muddy footprint looked fresh. However, she asked both my grandfather and father if anyone had stepped outside last night or could've left a footprint on the ground and both of them deny it. That is when she realizes something is wrong.
That same night, she went to the temple and seek help from Tua Pek Kong, and she was told that my father's habit of playing music loudly every night had attracted some wandering spirits from the back alleyway into the house. He advised my grandmother to stop playing music at night and burn some incense paper the next morning to seek forgiveness. After that incident, my father stopped playing music at night and bought himself a good set of headphones and everything else went back to normal. The moral of the story is to not play music loudly at night unless you want to attract some uninvited guests that might have the same taste in music as you.
Confession by Rachel
Rehashing old topics which were covered, but been meaning to share this one about haunted hotels. In this case, it wasn't a hotel, but rather, an apartment booked off a popular BnB website. My bffs, our partners and myself traveled as a group for the first time - 7 of us.
We wanted to stay in the same room, which wasn't possible in a typical hotel so we decided to book a BnB. This was in Taipei. Our booking was made close to 4 months ahead. One day before we were due to arrive, the host messaged and said the original apartment we booked had some issues, and she had to put us up at another one - which was fancier and more spacious. She sent us photos, and while we were a little creeped out by the two giant teddy bears in one of the bedrooms, the too-short notice meant that we were unable to find another accommodation so quickly - so we had no choice but to accept it. Looking back, it was definitely her tactic not to lose the money from the booking, but it was damn unscrupulous what she did.
On arriving in Taipei, and the specific MRT station exit she told us to wait at, the host acted a little weird. We were unable to find her and had to make our way through heavy rains and wheeling our luggage to the BnB. She met with us there, but was a little weird and standoffish, saying like, she saw us from opposite the road at the MRT station (but god knows why she didn't approach us to lead us to the apartment)! We realised the apartment was situated in a building conjoint with an old hospital - which resembled those old hospitals in HK horror movies. Extremely dark lobby and corridors, water seepage marks on the walls, algae, etc.
She told us we had to be really quiet as renting out this apartment was illegal - so no talking, wheeling of luggage etc. To her credit though, she did not lie about the apartment's location. It was pretty good and situated near a popular shopping district. The moment she opened the door of the apartment, there was a strong moldy smell. I am particular to smells, and it really felt like the apartment hasn't seen human life in a while. There was a long hallway before the living room. The moment myself and my friend, R, stepped into the living room, we both turned and looked at each other knowingly. The white walls facing us looked like they had long scratch marks on the plaster. (To note, my friend R is rather, or in fact more sensitive to supernatural than I am and has a long lineage of family members being able to sense/see them).
Ok, that's weird but it could have been a cat before, or was a design feature, I guess. As our other friend's terrified of even the mention of supernatural stuff, we both kept mum. The host seemed nervous, and looked like she wanted to leave asap. She also told us to keep our voices down to a whisper in the apartment, and not to disturb the neighbours. We agreed, she left.
The apartment was huge - had a dedicated back laundry room, and back door. It was ornately decorated too - with glass cabinets with what looks like antiques and ceramics within - like those stereotypical rich East Asians homes you see in movies. But they were rather dusty, and looked like they haven't been cleaned in ages. First thought was - why the hell would you furnish the apartment this way if you were going to rent it out? We got on to picking "our" rooms.
First room on the end of the living room nearer to the kitchen - my partner and I went inside. It was huge, with two double beds and an armchair at the side. Behind the beds was a semi-frosted wall, and behind the wall was the long laundry room. I instantly felt the creeps - goosebumps on my skin and it felt like the oxygen supply went out in the room. My husband''s not sensitive, but he straight away said "Er, can we not pick this room? A bit too big for us."
Again, I didn't say anything. But this image of an old lady came to my mind almost immediately. Not wanting to scare my friends, we told them we prefer a smaller cosier room (there were 4 bedrooms) and chose the smallest room on the same side as their rooms. I think R suspected something was up, but our consideration for our other friend stopped us from discussing it.
Because the other 4 were sharing the bathroom nearest to their rooms, we decided to be considerate and to use the other bathroom nearer the living room and that creepy room to shower. Again, it was another ornate decorated one. Full black marble, with full length mirrors and glass, and full length cabinets - which ironically added to the creepy vibes even more. While looking for the hair dryer, I opened the cabinets and saw that they were packed full of adult diapers in old packaging...which kind of justified my old lady mirage. The same night, my husband ran a high fever. It didn't go away the entire time we were there. He was the sickest I've ever seen him in all 14 years I've known him. We didn't link two and two together - just thought he ate something wrong as Taipei's food were mainly fried or fermented, haha.
n the second night, my friends and I stayed up for "girl talk" while our partners slept. We took quite care to whisper and not even laugh. Halfway through, around 2am, the door of the room I felt creepy about opened on its own. R and I were facing the room and we both saw the door move. We exchanged looks but did not say anything - again, out of consideration for the other friend.
The next day, the host texts us. She was pretty angry, saying that the neighbours complained that we were noisy, slamming the back door and shouting and talking the whole night, and that if we continued to do that, we could be evicted. That was pretty shocking because as mature adults...we really did adhere strictly to her house rules. It was all very strange, and after the 5th day, both R and I couldn't be any happier to finally check out, and leave.
Just a warning to any one using that popular BnB website - I've heard the same 'trick' used by hosts to get guests to accept subpar (or in our case, haunted) BnBs by cancelling or amending bookings at the last minute. Don't be fooled, and if you can, force BnB to find or refund the $ instead of accepting something you are uncomfortable with
Confession by Kai
It was during my secondary school days, on one of the June holidays. A group of us decided to do a barbecue at East Coast, near longkang 6, or Drain 6. It was located near the old tennis court at the corner of East Coast. It was a Thursday evening if I wasn't mistaken.
We decided that it was a good place as it was quiet and far away from the general public. It was pretty normal at the start. Until one my friends decided that it was a good idea to play a game, to kill the boredom.
"Lai, let's play this game. Lets go the that big tree there and invoke whatever spirits that live there" he said. "All we need is three guys to scratch the soil near this tree, with a comb and say, spirit of the tree, come and play with us".
The rest of us nodded. He asked for a comb. All of us hesitated at first. But I gave in and handed mine.
"So who's the other two who is going to invoke the spirit?". Two of my friends raised their hands and complied.
One after another, my friends combed the soil beneath the tree and whispered under their breath. But by the time the second guy started doing the ritual, some of us began to see two red eyes staring at us from on top of the branches. It was blood red, like saga seeds. The hairs on my neck stood up as i stood there, staring back and wondering what that was that appeared out of nowhere. As the third guy began the ritual, it became clearer now. In place of the red eyes, a lady with long black hair, and white dress, lay in its place. She was... combing her hair, as she laid on top of the branch. Her long haggard hair was flowing down the tree, covering most of what lies beneath. Although it was dark then, I could have sworn i saw her... smiling at us.
It was then that one of my friend shouted... "Pontianak! Run!..." before he could even finish his sentence, half of us was already ahead of him. Some of us grabbed our bicycles and made a run back to our barbecue pit. It was then that I noticed that the last guy who did the ritual was having problems trying to cycle. I tried to wait for a few seconds but he was taking to long. In my head, my instincts was telling me to make a run for it and leave him. So i did. All of us made it back to our barbecue pit, except for the last guy. We waited. It was a good 5 minutes before he returned.
While he seems to be just jogging back, his face tells a different story. He looked pale, his eyes seemed dazed. After calming him down, he finally spoke. He told us that the bicycle he was riding suddenly jammed, which made it impossible for him to cycle. Try as he might, he just couldn't peddle. It was as if, that 'thing' had grabbed the wheels to his bicycle. It was after a few attempts that he finally gave up, threw his bicycle aside and ran back to the pit. It was then that i thought, maybe we should go back and ask for forgiveness from the spirit, for disturbing its peace.
I shared it with my friends. Everyone agreed. So we came back to the tree and pleaded with the spirit to forgive us for our ignorance. Fortunately, that was that. Everyone came back home safe from the incident.
I used to work in a privately owned museum which has a bistro in the basement, some tables on level 1 for people to drink, rooftop bar on the 5th floor. During closing, my duties were to close up the gift shop, and go up to each level of the museum and turn the lights off.
Ten mins before closing time, I would announce that the museum would be closing and for guests to leave. I saw a lady on the 3rd floor (the floor which displays antique dolls) with her back toward the CCTV. I announced again that the museum is now closed and for all guests to leave. They have to walk pass me to get out of the entire place, so I sat there watching the CCTV and waiting for her to get out. But, she was still there.
So I decided to just go up and shut off everything and meet her on the 3rd floor to usher her out. Take note that this is a museum displaying antique stuff and sunlight should not be allowed in. Even the lights are dimmed down so the items won't get damaged. It has got a pretty creepy vibe in the museum, but I was quite used to the place so I wasn't that spooked.
Except for the doll room.
I have an intense phobia of dolls and used to get physically sick when I know there is a doll nearby. When I lead tours around and get to the doll room, I try my best to not look at the dolls at all times (or I will puke on the guests). When you turn the lights off, the entire room is plunged into pitch darkness. Cannot even see your hand in front of you type of dark. 4th floor goes fine. 3rd floor. I have to walk all the way into the room, go to the very end, off the lights and walk back out in pitch darkness. I had forgotten to bring my phone with me so I had no flashlight.
I walked in trying to spot the lady but there was absolutely no-one there. I stopped in the middle of the room and go "Well, fuck my life." Speed walked to the end of the room, turned the lights off, and tried my best to calmly walk away like nothing was wrong. The next night, the bar and bistro were getting quite busy and I decided to give the wait staff some help. After turning off all the lights in the museum, I went to the basement bistro. The manager asked me to get a certain beer for this customer. Thing is, the beer tap for that certain beer was located on the rooftop bar accessed by the lift. The lift from the basement was through a very dark little corner of the kitchen. NONE of the staff liked to go to that corner and would rather walk up 6 flights of stairs and down 6 flights again with a tray of beer. I, being the lazy and clumsy ass that is me, decided to take the lift. The lift opened up at the 3rd floor on the way up.
It opened up into pitch darkness with no-one around, and refused to close. After pressing the close button for about five long mins, it closed and went on its way. After getting the beer, I questioned myself if I wanted to take the lift down again. Lazy me decided, yes fuck it. Sure enough, the lift opened again on the 3rd floor. By this time, I was scared but frustrated as well. So I said out loud, "Mai siao siao hor."
After a minute, the door closed. I decided I wasn't going to stay for this shit any longer. So after serving the customer his beer, I went to the staff room to prepare to leave. Trick is, staff room is on the 2nd floor and I would have to walk in pitch darkness to get to it. Took the lift again (call me crazy or brave). As I was getting my bag, there was knocking on the staff door. I said "What? Just come in lah, it's open what."
Then another round of knocks. I decided to open the door. No-one. I was like thinking to myself "Walao! Shit man!". I just turned back in and grabbed my bag out of the locker as quickly as I could. Just before I left the staff room, the chef came in. I told him what happened and he said there was once after work around 4am, he took the lift down because he was also feeling lazy, and instead of going down, the lift went up to the 3rd floor and remained open instead of closing.
He almost shat his pants and ran out of the building using the stairs. On my last day, I heard that the boss had called a priest to bless the place because there were too many such incidents and a lot of staff quitting. I do not know how the place is now after the blessing though.
My cousin Zubaidah came to stay over my place one night. My room has a double deck bed with my sister Maria taking the top bunk, and I sleep on the lower bunk.
Zubaidah and I shared the bed when she came over that night. We went to bed around eleven something at night. Maria had already fallen asleep before me. I thought I saw long black hair coming down the side from the bunk bed above against the side of the wall. I nudged Zubaidah awake and pointed at the hair. She asked me to look up the bed where Maria sleep, whether is her hair or not. So i looked up and saw Maria sleeping left hand side, away from the wall. So it wasn’t her hair. I told Zubaidah it must be her Barbie doll’s hair. So we ignored it and slept.
When morning came, Zubaidah went up Maria’s bed to see whether it was Maria’s barbie or not. The strange thing was that the barbie doll at blonde hair and it isn't that long. So what was it that we saw last night which was black and long?
Could it be the doll changed its hair colour only a night?? Or.. maybe it's the ghost hair? Well actually, Maria should turn over her barbie’s face down in the bed when she goes to sleep Any dolls or soft toys with eyes should turn their face over when someone wanna sleep with it. If not.. the evil will get inside them and disturb you. This is true! If you do not believe, try it yourself…
I went over to my then-boyfriend-now-ex's house for dinner at about 6 pm. After dinner, I was bored enough to actually play with my ex’s niece, nephews and a bunch of other kids who were aged around 5 to 8 years old in one of the bedrooms.
I was watching the kids play when suddenly the 5 year old niece (Krystle) tripped over this English baby doll (those with the blinking eyes, eyelashes, ultra creepy kind). Krystle started crying and like most Chinese parents who hit whatever that hurt their precious little child, I picked up the doll and started spanking its bottom repeatedly. It worked and her niece started giggling so I put the doll down on the ground and went to the living room to watch TV.
Suddenly, my ex’s older sister (Brenda) came out from an adjacent room asking which kid was the little prankster who tapped her from behind several times. Upon hearing the commotion, I asked her what happened. She explained that she was in the bedroom adjacent to the kids’ room where the door was left ajar and the lights were turned off because her fiance was taking a nap. With nothing to do, she was gazing at the mall opposite from their flat through the window when someone tapped her lower back from behind. The first time she ignored it and brushed it off as one of the kids playing a prank on her.
The second time, she turned around and at the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of a half naked (top half) kid dashing out of her room. Thinking that the kids were trying to play with her, she looked for them in the other room and was puzzled to find that all of them were fully clothed. She was certain of what she saw but came out of the room puzzled. Who exactly was that little kid who was half naked?
Confession by Andie Looi
This happened way back in 2016, where Pokemon Go was the crazed back then. So many people was so into it that you will see places crowded with people playing, basically this game required you to go to different location in around Singapore to catch different types of Pokemon and doing battles at gym.
That's where i had my few encounters playing this game. My very first encounter happened at East Coast Park along the stretch of road near National Sailing Centre, i was playing together with my wife, aunt and uncle. It was around 11pm to 12 midnight after we finished having our supper at East Coast Lagoon Food Village, and we saw on the map near National Sailing Centre there was a Charizard around that vicinity which is pretty rare and hard to catch. After catching Charizard we split up into two groups, me and my wife and my aunt with my uncle just catching some other Pokemon so after some time of catching we decided to look for my aunt and uncle.
We saw they were about 400 m in front of us and waving at us standing beside a tree so we walk towards them, while along the way still catching some Pokemon in between we would still look up and make sure that they were in front but discovered they were not. In our mind was like maybe they had walk even further ahead, but after like a few minutes we heard them calling us from behind us. We find it weird as they were so far ahead of us and for that few minutes we definitely could not have walk that fast to catch up with them. So we asked them did they waved at us earlier they said no and were always behind us and didn't waved at us or overtook us.
While we were discussing this i saw up on the tree a very BIG BLACK thing fly across and vanished, and after which i smell a very strong nice fragrance in the atmosphere, i totally don't feel comfortable so i suggested we stop playing and headed home. We were still discussing about it while in the car when suddenly i saw Omastar on the map at Bishan Park, so i suggested that we go there and catch it. It was quite a distance between the carpark and the exact location, so i suggested that i go alone myself to help catch it for all of us.
Once we reached the carpark, i ran full speed ahead as i did not want to miss catching it, when i reached the location there was only me and one other guy around. After catching Omastar i began walking back to the carpark and along the way there was no other people was around except me, so i slowly strolled back and it was pretty dim and dark and suddenly i smelled the same sweet fragrance smell again. I decided not to looked up for fear of seeing the apparition face to face, i ran as quickly as my legs could carry me towards the carpark. After reaching there my uncle was out looking for me for fear that something might have happened to me.
We managed to find each other and headed home together, what are the chances of it happening twice in one night. At the end of the day i am just glad that everyone is safe and nothing unusual happened and i would never want to know what was that. Some would say it's a Pontianak but for me i wouldn't want to know what was it and definitely wouldn't want to come face to face with it.
I had a same encounter at Yishun park too when i was playing alone and went back home around 4am. It was quite a walking distance between my house to Yishun park so while walking up the hill i smelled the same sweet smell and a big black thing flying across the trees so as usual i ran with all my might back home and i am glad nothing happened to me. After all these encounter i stopped playing the game, for fear of really seeing any apparition.
Since then I've stopped going to any parks late at night as you will never know what you might see, hear or smell... or worse still, one day my luck will run out and I come face to face with a real Pontianak.
Confession by Angie, written by Eugene Tay
This is a story told to me by someone who used to work at the Institute of Mental Health. She wasn't born with the third eye but it was opened for her. She was still a very young nurse when she first started working there and for one of the wards, it was a well known section where the patients are actually mentally sound. Their caregivers put them in there because there's just something odd about their behaviour that isn't accepted by society.
One of this patient was an elderly man. Well spoken. No violent tendencies. The more senior nurses told her to just go in, do what she need to do and leave. Don't look him in the eye, don't talk to him, just go.
This made her even more curious. She went in to check on him but decided to take a peek from the corner of her eye. She saw him smiling at her. Not in a creepy way. More in a kindly fashion to say, "thank you."
She thought it would be impolite to ignore him so she turned to return his smile. It was just be a smile and she would be off, she told herself. What kind of person would just ignore someone and walk away. She couldn't do that.
"Nurse Angie, thank you," he said.
She nodded at him and left. After she left, she realised that it was her first week on the job and she didn't have her name tag, and she didn't not introduce herself to him, so how could he have known?
The next day she checked in on him again, she felt more at ease. All that warnings that the senior nurses had told her, she reckoned, it must be just to scare her as a new staff. It's probably one of the harmless ragging that they do around here.
He was sitting up and reading, when she got in. He smiled at her again. She smiled back. Meeting his eyes this time.
"It's a noble career," he said, "you shouldn't doubt yourself."
She looked at him confused.
"You took up nursing because you felt like you couldn't take care of your grandmother, but now that you did, you are beginning to doubt your decision. Don't."
This time she was really curious. It was like this man could read into her mind. So she approached him and they got to talking. She learned from the conversation that they had that the man, Uncle Jimmy, could tell people's future just by looking at them. While you may think that that is a gift, it is not something he can turn off.
He also told her that her grandmother was still around. Angie broke down crying at that point. She's been very close to her grandmother and was guilty about not being able to take care of her in the last few years of her life when she was battling cancer.
The man asked if she would like to see her grandmother and Angie replied yes without hesitation. Jimmy asked Angie to come closer to him and close her eyes. She don't know what he did, but she felt a sensation like someone blowing into her face.
She still had her eyes closed when she heard her senior nurse coming in and telling Jimmy to behave himself as she pulled Angie out. Angie for her part got reprimanded for not listening to her seniors. When she retold her story to them, the nurses looked at each other, unsurprised. They all admitted that they have no idea how Jimmy know about each of their lives intimately like he was with them the whole time or in their minds, but that really freaked everyone out.
That night Angie couldn't sleep. Her room was fully air-conditioned but she tossed and turned, feeling her whole body was hot. At first it came as a whisper; it was familiar. Then she closed her eyes and focused on the voice and in her mind's eye she was able to see her grandmother in her room. She could see her grandmother's mouth moving but she couldn't hear anything. When Angie tried to get closer to the the vision, the ghost of grandmother just faded away.
That was the first incident, and since then, she was able to hear voices and if she concentrates hard enough she thinks that she can actually see these spirits.
Angie was posted out about about a year later and she hasn't seen or heard about Jimmy since. The new nurses working them have no idea who he is either. It's almost like he's been erased from the records.
Eugene Tay is a retired paranormal investigator and the author of the book Supernatural Confessions.