Knock On The Door

This thing happened to me when i was living in my former residence, in Elias Green Condo. The house i was living in had two rooms adjoined by a toilet. One was a study room, while the other was a bedroom. From the study, i could go to my room through the toilet. My mother arranged the room in such a way that the bed is pushed to the toilet door of my room(my room had 2 doors, 1 toilet, 1 room door.) Hence, the toilet door was permanently closed. Every midnight, my father would go inside the toilet to smoke. And so, i can hear him smoking.

I was sleeping in a position that my face faced the permanently closed door. Behind me, (my bed was queen sized and i shared it with my two younger sisters) was my youngest sister, Shafeeqah, half asleep. And behind her, was the 2nd sibling, Shaheerah.

I was about to doze off when out of a sudden, i heard a loud knocking on the door. I ignored it, and continued to doze off. Then, i heard it again. It continued to irritate me until i could no longer take. I gave the door a hard knock on the door, while shouting, “Stop it lah!!!!!!” I speak English at home. So, i shouted out angrily and irritatedly in english. After that, nothing happened. It was quiet once again.

After a few seconds, my elder cousin, Reza, burst into the room. I scolded him and asked him whether he was the one who knocked the door. He said no. He also said that he had just come home from Mobil. He showed me the mobil plastic bag and he was also wearing a cap. Everytime Reza were to leave the house, he would never forget to wear a cap.(Since he had a GI hairstyle then). I wasn’t convinced and thought that he was playing a prank on me.

I went into the kitchen, where my parents were having their supper. I asked them whether Reza had just come home from Mobil. They said yes. My mother recalled that she told Reza to buy milk and that he headed for my room straight away when he reached my home. I didn’t believe them at that instant and not long later, i found myself quarelling with them. Then, to break our quarrel, my father asked me what was wrong. I told them what had happened. Then, there was pin-drop silence.

“We were having our supper all the while, and you know that sayang” my mother interrupted. “Then who knocked on my door?” i asked. I could see in their faces that they did not have the answer. “Bak, let’s sleep in the children’s room tonight.”my mom said.

At night, i could not sleep, thinking as to what had knocked the door. I had heard those knocks so loud and clear, and even shafeeqah heard them.

Frankly speaking, i have never seen a ghost(not that i want to!) and would never wish to see one! I have only heard strange things.Maybe my gift is not sight, but hearing to hear the other beings. This was an incident i will never forget.

Pasir Ris Park

It was a Saturday afternoon, 18 August 2001. Me and a few of my good buddies went to Pasir Ris Park, not knowing where else 2 go to on that fine bright day. We had a fine time talking and cracking up a few jokes.

My friend, F, decided to go to the ‘tower’ made of wood. The tower was situated at the other end of the park and was surrounded with huge trees. It was dim although the sun was bright. We started a step at a time up the stairs to the top. We saw nothing but graffiti all over. Being quite bored with the place, we decided to move back to the beach. When we were making our way down, we saw a sign saying “A ‘bapok’ was dancing and jumping and he fell, and his spirit was still there” (roughly, I forgot). My friends and I was quite scared though, coz the place gives us the creeps.

We ran to a nearby hut. It was dusty. When we were discussing about the sign, my friend, Z, suddenly said,”Sabar, sabar” (wait,wait). She was like wanting to tell us that sumthing just happened. We ran automatically, and sat on a bench to calm ourselves down. Suddenly, H, spoke up. She asked who was the one who she accidentally hit her when she was running out of the hut. We looked at one another… no one had been beside her!! We ran again, this time straight to the beach.

At the beach, we asked Z what happened, and she said while we were talking about the ‘bapok’ who died at the tower, she caught a glimpse of sumthing in black passed by the hut. We were so scared!! We sat at the beach for almost 2 hours before everyone got really calmed, and then we proceed home.

On the way, H was quiet. She didn’t even spoke a word. We dismissed it as she being tired. Once we reached her house, she began talking as per normal. I gathered up enuff courage to ask her why she was quiet all the way. She said that she didn’t feel like talking almost after we got out of the park. I was scared that the ghost of the ‘bapok’ followed us..and who was that black figure my friend saw? Could it be just an illusion, or is it for real? We have no clues for now..all I can say is, if you dun believe my story, go to the tower yourself. Its at the far end of Pasir Ris Park. Look at your surroundings, look at the graffiti, look at the sign. You’ll feel the creeps up and down your spine..try it..i dare u…

Pasir Ris Chalet

It was during the November or December school holiday in 1998. It was our organization outing. They rent for us two bungalows, one for the girls and one for the boys. It was our second nite stay when we saw this things…

We were resting ourselves outside our bungalows after our barbequing and dinner. We were so tired therefore we left all the thing and decided to clean up the next morning.

While we were resting, one of our frens suggest that we have the ghost story sesson that nite. We all agreed and start gathered around to listened to the ghost stories one after another. It was quite fun and scary too. Especially when some of the boys make a joke out of this ghost story.

It was around 1 am when suddenly all of us felt the cold breeze was different and even some of us were started shaking. One of my fren looked around and saw a “white figure” sitting on a brance of a big tree. She told us and some of us who were brave enough tried to look for it. They saw ‘it’ and later they saw some of “its” at some of the brances. Then one of the boy decide to end it by reciting some prayers and asked us to go to sleep.

While inside, the galz who sleep downstairs feel the cool strong wind from the under door. As for my sis who slept upstairs felt that something calling out her name.

Next morning, my fren check her video cam. Suddenly she saw those “things” that she accidently record it. We saw it too and want to make a copy of it. The next few days, they told us that the tape was gone. She have searched the whole house but still couldn’t find it. Were could it be? Nobody know until now…

Seashell Park (Pasir Ris)

I live in Pasir Ris 4 about 5 years, one fine day, i was left alone at home as i am the only child.. at that time, my parent went to Johor. I remembered it was on a Thursday. That time, it was about 3 in the morning when i just put down the phone with my guy..

After talking on the phone for quite a while, i was about to sleep but then i felt thirsty so before going to bed, i went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When i enter the kitchen, i felt sumthing was about to happen and i had goosebumps.. After taking a glass of water, i heard something jumping. It was like there’s sumthing jumping right beside my ear. But i just ignore the sound and look outside the window to look out for my parent as i am worried about them. SUNDDENLY!!! I accidently turn my head towards the Seashell Park as it is right opposite my block. Guess what i saw… I saw “pochong” jumping up and down thru and fro around the Seashell Park. I think that is why i heard something jumping. Well i was like, OH MY GOD.. And as i was so scared, i began to say some prayers and close my eyes.

When i opened my eyes, i saw that “pochong” was standing at the playground pole slanting. As i was so scared, i called my parent and asked them to come back soon.. This is real no jokes. Not i’m the only one who saw that same “pochong” but my neighbours too… So i would like to advice to couples who like to go there, just think twice before you saw it…

Blk G

ecided to rent a chalet at Pasir Ris Down Town East. On the very first night all my relatives and friends came to have fun there.

At about 1.00 am, one of my cousin had decided to play hide and seek. Luckily it was raining heavily that time, so we all decided to stay indoor. At that time, only kids were left in the room, so my cousin told us stories about ghost and stuff… Every moment we spent, we recorded them on video camera. When the tape has run out, we decided to rewind it and take a look on what my cousin have took. Everything seems to be normal until there a shot when my cousin took a shot at my sister while she was about to drink some water.

Suddenly!!! Behind my sister just behind the back door, there is a figure called “pochong” that can be seen clearly but it dissapeared in a few second as if the thing noticed that we had took his picture… The image was so clear except for the face. Till now, the tape is still be kept in my house. But even then, i don’t even dare to look at it again….

That’s all from my experience…..

Thank you for reading… And remember look out for Blk G. Pasir Ris Chalet…

The Red House

It’s was about 5pm when my sister came back from a bbq event organised by her friends…

She told me that she visited the red house but dare not go in cause she spotted a group of teenagers about age of 20-25 were playing “tiea sian”(a chinses game which is used to summon the spirits for questions) and they saw them play the whole game, it lasted about 15 minutes…after that, the teenagers came out from the house from the back broken fence and while all of them were walking out including my sister and her friends, the main player among the teenagers suddently vomited blood…for about 2 mouthfull, into the drain…the friends don’t seemed to be in a terrified mood…

Then my sister overheard from the teenagers that “nevermind lar…you will recover lar…just an offering to the spirits…who ask you to play that game!”

My sister told the whole group and they felt scard and walk faster towards thier bbq pit…believe it or not~

Pasir Ris UDMC Chalet

It wasn’t my first encounter with the undead at the UDMC Pasir ris chalet and no matter how many times i was being invited by friends to that place, i am so sure that the encounter of the undead awaits me.

That very nite, i was sharing the double storey chalet with two of my friends. As far as i could recall it happened like this…..I was so tired after a swim at the pool within that UDMC resort and decided to rest early(close to midnite). However two of my friends suddenly had the idea of drinking beer and a game of cards downstairs at the living. I did not join them as i was really sleepy at that time.

The moonlight penetrates the room thru the window and i began to sleep. Suddenly, while eyes shut, i could hear a man’s voice laughing in an errie/evil tone and strangely i had the instinct that he was a Japanese. It sounded far away at first and then it appears soooo close ( next to my ear!) The next thing that i knew was, i can’t move my body anymore. Under the moonlight, i could see depression on both of my thigh ( as though someone pressing your skin with his finger)It started from the ankle moving downwards.

I was much relieved when i know that i could shout. I shouted and was screaming at the thing that was doing it. Followed by shouting to my friends who were downstairs. Luckily upon hearing my shouting, both of them were rushing (running) towards the room and i should have known not to shout….. (Spirit attacking me!) at that time. While hearing this, the twist of the doorknob soon lead to the sound of (running down the stairs)

Now i am trapped within that room, just the poor me fighting that thing. I started to recite prayers and by the 20th time of my prayers(Japanese Buddhism Lotus sutra), that thing left and i was able to regain strength. I ran down the stairs soon after and was scolding those two friends of mine for being SO NICE. That whole nite, i stayed up while waiting for sunrise and when it appeared, i am in my bed again.

I have more of such personal encounters with Spirits since at the age of 7 and would like to share them with all of you. Till then, Sleep tight.

White Figure

Well, I had a class bbq at Pasir Ris Park after our o’levels end. As my class were more of those unafraid of supernatural, we decided to take a deep walk into the swamp. I looked at my handphone for the time and it showed exactly 12 midnight. So we started our journey. We could not see anything along the way but as we reached the final end where there was a tower, our “leader” stopped leading the way. So all of us stopped walking. We started looking around for unexplained things.

Suddenly our leader gave us signals to view to the left of the tower. Out of curiosity, we turned our direction. The girl beside me wanted to shout but i held her mouth. We decided to walk out of there so that we do not irritate the “thing”. After we walked out, i started questioning about what happened actually. All of them told me they saw a white, a totally white figure at the left of the tower. BUT ONLY I could not see it!! That is why I did not have any special feeling when our leader told us to look over.

Being felt like left out, I persuaded all of them to accompany me inside to view it again. Our leader took his way and we slowly walked into the swamp, back to the tower. As we neared it, most of the girls were already crying. This time, what they saw was the white figure was staring at us from the top of the tower. My leader again gave us signals to look. The worst part is that I COULD NOT see it again!!

Later as most of the girls were really frightened out of their wits, we decided to walk out of the swamp back to our bbq. Suddenly our leader shouted :” HE”S COMING!! RUN!!” All of us took to our feet and get the hell out of there. Till now, I still cannot forget this incident but i did not see it. Is it a sign of good luck or bad luck? Can anyone here verify it and tell me whether it is real?

My Bladder

There was a Park in Pasir Ris. The one that has a lot of swamp and mangrove. There was a 3 story tower in that Park, and there was a story about that tower.

Some years back, 2 brother went to the tower and it was reported in the newspaper, one of the brother fell from the top level of the tower and was rumoured to be pulled down by a ghost. That was what he told his brother when he hurried down to where he fell. So because of that incident, that tower was rumoured to be haunted.

Anyway, something I experienced myself I want to share with you here. I was there with a friend for some stroll and it was about 11pm++. Feeling damn high tide, I found somewhere around the mangrove in the bushes and just relieve myself. I wasn?t very particular about all this, because in the army during field trainings, we always do this. So no worries and nothing hit my mind about something will happen to me. So after that, I went back home and sleep.

The next day I woke up, I realize i have trouble urinating. I just can?t seems to control my bladder fully. Anyway..i thought nothing about it as it may be due to infection or something. What happened in the later part of the day and the next few days left me in suffer. At nite time, my urine contain some bloods and it will come with some blood clog after that. And it hurts like hell. It feels like taking a penknife and cut my penis.

The next 4 days, I must have urined more than 100 times. As I can?t seems to control my bladder very well, so once I had a bit of urine..i need to pass it out and imagine feeling that kind of pain every time. It hurts like nothing else in this world can match ? trust me.

I went to the doctor and he say it was infection and ask me to take the medication and it will stop immediately upon taking the medication. I finished up all the medication and it still hurts. So I told my mum about it and she talk to some of my uncle and he ask her to buy some joss sticks and some hell notes to offer to those things for apology for disturbing them in their territory. After that, I recover immediately the next day.

So after that incident, I talk to my officers in my camp and told them what happened, they told me in the army, while I was in uniform, I am safe because everything is blessed in the army. However when I’m outside as a civilian, I am on my own. And nothing to protect me.

Pasir Ris Park

I heard this story from a close friend of mine. She was havin a chalet at the Pasir Ris Resort with her stead and their friends. As i wasn’t free that day, i did not attend the chalet.

They went ghost hunting that nite about 12.30am at the pasir ris park, the mangrove swamp as it is told to be haunted. There were 8 people altogether. They brought Lights sticks(the concert type of lights) along and when they reach the mangrove swamp, it was errie and dark. They entered the place.

Two of their friends who can see such “things” lead the way. They saw a white figure walkin up the stairs of the mangrove tower. Then on the normal day, it will only take u 10-15 mins to walk from one end of the mangrove swamp to the other end. But that nite, they took 2 – 21/2 hours to finish walking that path. On the way, they heard errie, high pitch laughters. Telling them that they are not going to leave that place alive. When they were suppose to do their headcount, in case any of them went missing, there were 2 new “PEOPLE” added to their group(cos there were only 8 of them)and the head count ended with 10 poeple. U can imagine how frighten my friends felt at that time.

When they reach the other end of the mangrove swamp, something that looks like a human being fell from the top of the tower. The two guys who can see such “things” later told them that it was the same figure they saw when they enter the tower earlier. Feelin frightened, they all ran back to the chalet.

The next morning, all 8 of them noticed that there are blue-black marks on the hands and legs. The strange thing was, they dun feel the pain and don’t even know how they got it. I saw those blue-black marks on my friend’s hand and trust me… they weren’t any ordinary marks….