I remember that year it was 1992(I was in my early teen then).
On that night, about 10 pm, someone knocked on my front door urgently.

When I open the door I realised my friend
was standing outside, looking pale and shivering.

He said that there was a ghost in his house. At first I don’t believe him.
My friend lived on the 10th floor of that block while I lived on the 4th floor.

My friend asked me to accompany him back to his house as he didn’t locked the door. He lived alone with his elder brother(their parents had passed away) but his brother was working nightshift often leaving him alone
at home.

It seens that he was so frightened after seeing that ‘thing’ that he ran out of his flat without bothering to close the door, lights and all.

I followed him upstairs and it is true that he left the door of his house open.
From outside I could see that the kitchen window was open widely and I felt cold wind blowing in from the window.

But the eerie thing was when I noticed the lights at the ceiling of my friend’s house was flickering as though it was about to blow off any moment.

My friend quickly switched off the lights, closed and locked the door and went down with me. He ‘bunked’ at my place that night.

That night he related to me on what he saw
at his flat earlier.

He was watching T.V when he heard a sigh at the kitchen.
When he turned around he nearly died of fright for there at the kitchen by the window a pale Chinese lady with curly hair wearing a blouse was standing and staring at him.

The woman had no arms…

1.A spirit of a Chinese lady in her late 40s standing behind me,in my flat.
2.A shadow of a man who jumps from the 5th floor to the ground floor and walk away.
3.Someone who looks just like my mother standing beside my mother in the kitchen,smiling.(penunggu)
4.Floating heads among the trees along Changi beach.(presumably the spirits of those who were being massacred by the Japanese).
5.Two mysterious naked black boys at the corridor jumping up and down at the window trying to get a look inside her flat in Towner Road(probably the spirits of two Indian boys who fell and drown into a sewage hole before the flat was built)
6.A young Chinese lady with multiple stab wounds in the stomach standing inside the lift with one eyed close(the other eye was looking up), at her friend place in Bedok.(probably the spirit of a rape and murder victim at that block,which happens back in the 1980s)
7.The upper half body of an Indian man with smashed face floating by in Serangoon Road in broad daylight(spirits of an accident victim).
8.A legless Chinese old man with blood stained shirt standing at Clementi MRT station.
9.A pale Malay boy wearing a songkok and wearing an old fashion school uniform standing at an old playground compound around Farrer Park area.
10.A spirit of Chinese lady with bruises around her neck and wearing a sexy red dress smoking inside City Plaza in front of the security guard.(And people walked ‘through’ her because no one could actually see her).
11.A spirit of a man at East Coast beach waving his hands and struggle in the water as though trying to get people attention to come and ‘rescue’ him.
12.A very pretty Malay lady squatting at a nearby tree branch who kept beckoning my cousin to jump down from her flat. She had been doing that for a long long time since my cousin was a small kid, my cousin is used to it already.
13.A headless man in leather jacket wandering around a road somewhere near Newton Hawker Centre seems to be looking for something.

There are too many to be listed and I cant remember everything she told me.
My cousin explained to me that these spirits are restless souls of people who died wrre being murdered, died suddenly/violently or committed suicide. They are dressed in the exact same clothes when they died, and also they appeared in exactly the same way as they are when their life was taken out from them.
Some appeared as a piece of flesh or disembodied limbs and head because maybe their bodies were cut to pieces or had been ran over by a lorry.
They could not talk to each other among themselves. They could only see what they want to see.
So it is not surprising when they are always roaming around the place they used to die.
Most of them are unhappy and could not accept their death so they tend to lure other living people to suffer the same fate as them because they are lonely.
When the times come they will dissapear and go off to the next world.
May God Have Mercy On Their Souls…

Definitely because of this fact, many places in Bishan were haunted. Including RI…

I heard 4 incidents when I first entered.
(NON SCARY TO SUPER SCARY)

1) Swimming Pool (NOT SCARY)

Usually, an olympic sized pool is 50m right? But the RI Pool is only 49m. It was rumoured that while the workers were digging the pool, upon reaching the 49m mark they saw many skeletons and skulls buried in the ground. Afraid, they stopped digging after 49m and covered the remaining skeletons with soil.

2)School Field- The old woman.

The story goes like that: There was a camp organized one night in a block of classrooms near the field. A boy, unable to sleep, went out to the school field to take a slow jog/walk. He jogged to the middle of the field, laid down and looked into the sky. Just then, he noticed an old lady with very long hair wairing a white gown gliding towards him. He did not suspect anything. She asked him stonely, “What’s the time now?” He said “3am”. (According to my seniors, you should not tell her the time or you’ll be doomed.)

She smiled and glided off. Only then did the boy suspect something. Why would an old lady be doing in the middle of the night in the school field?? From the columbarium? (RI is exactly next to Kong Meng San Columbarium- More eerie at night)
He brushed off the feeling and went back to his class. But however hard he tried to get out of the field, he walked and walked and started to run. But he still couldn’t get out of the field. It seemed to stretch forever. Then, he saw the lady aagain, this time a very devious one. Her skin was rotting and she had glowing coal like eyes. “WHAT IS THE TIME NOW….” He screamed and blacked out. The next morning he was found lying in the middle of the field, shaken but glad to be alive.

3) Clock Tower Accident

There was once a boy who sneaked into the clock tower and climbed the long flight of stairs up to the top. His friend stayed at the bottom, keeping a lookout for any teacher while he scaled the massive tower. After about 15 minutes, the friend was worried. He had not come down yet. Did something happened? The friend crawled in the small hole and peered in and got the worst shock of his life. Sadly, the little boy, while climbing up the stairs,had fallen down and smashed his head open.It was a gruesome scene. The friend screamed and ran to look for the teacher… The news were not to be spreaded, said the principal. However it spreaded like bushfire and soon everyone knew it. A week later, security guards going up to store something in the middle of the night saw a lot of blood on the ground. He returned hurriedly to clean it. Even after cleaning the blood was still there. He fled, and heard the boy’s shrill scream, comparable to that on the faithful day he fell to his death…

4) SCARIEST!!! The Biology Lab

It was rumoured that very long ago, a pregnant teacher teaching in the Biology Lab had a miscarriage, and due to loss of blood, died on the spot. The foetus was kept in the Bio Lab, used for future learning. However, nights onward (especailly on the anniversary of the lady’s death, weird cries and shrieks could be heard originating from the deserted Science Block at night- Specifically from the 3rd Floor in wee hours of the night. Green Light was also reported to have been seen. Students swore they saw a small object drenched in blood crying, calling “mama. Mama.” Apparently the foetus was back looking for its mother. No one, not even the bravest students nor the staff dared to venture near the dreadful area at night. Lab technicians quickly packed up and left before 8. Every year this story is told to students by seniors and they swear that this story is true…

But what happens when we purposedly interrupted the number of breath given to us by fate by commiting suicide?

It was said that the soul of those who commits suicide will have to remain on earth till the right time for them to die have comes.

This story was told to me by my uncle who works as a security guard in People’s Park Complex via Chinatown, way back in 1983.

On that day a Chinese woman from Hong Kong had commited suicide by jumping from the top floor of that building. The woman was believed to land head first to the ground on broad daylight in front of everybody.

Due to the impact, her head split open in half and all her brain matter spilled out. It was a terrible mess.

It was rumoured that the lady commit suicide on the spot due to heartbreak afer learning that her fiance had an affair with another woman.

A few days after the incident my uncle who works nightshift was doing his rounds alone on one of the floor above.

That was when he notice a sillhoute of a woman standing behind a wall in front of him. The woman was facing him but half portion of her face and body was hidden behind the wall while the other half was visible.

The woman seems to be standing there and staring at him. My uncle tried to get a close look at her face but it was fuzzy and blur.

When my uncle approached the woman, the woman back off and hid herself behind the wall. As my uncle reach there he found no one, but he could smelled the stale smell of blood.

My uncle also attended one complained whereby a shop tenant at the top floor insisted that she saw a woman standing but bending down at the ground floor below with both her arms dangling down and her hair dropping below covering her face. Nobody seems to notice the figure and when the tenant went down to get a good ‘look’ at the woman the apparition is nowhere to be found, but when she goes up to her shop again she could see the woman there, in that same position.
There was also a complain that a lady sobbing was frequently heard during both days and nights amidst the noise level of the public.

When they looked around they found out no one seems to be making the sobbing sound but the sobbing is still there especially at the spot the lady jumps down…

Many believe the spirit of the woman is stills there lingering…

Due to boredom for staying in the hospital I befriended her, and she told me the incident that she had encountered at the old Tan Tock Seng hospital which she used to work before.

The old Tan Tock Seng Hospital as we knew it, used to be creepy, with lots of big trees, the lights were very dim and the pathway was rather spooky, unlike now.

It was at that night, when the ‘amah’ was pushing a trolley at one of the sheltered pathway in the building premises.

On the left side of the pathway stood a number of big and tall trees. The sheltered pathway itself was dimly lit making the whole place looks totally eerie.

It was at this moment the ‘amah’ suddenly caught something moving about…among the trees. The movement indicates that ’someone’ or ’something’ was running from one tree to another at a top speed in a funny and strange running motion.

The ‘amah’ thoughtlessly stop and tried to focused her eyes on that area by staring at ‘it’.

Finally she caught a glimpse of the shape, the figure looks like a man and he seems to be holding a fan which people use to fan a satay, but the strange thing was, that he had an incredibly long legs!Two times the length of a normal human legs and the creature was playing ‘peek-a-boo’ with the amah!

It was so disturbing that the amah left her trolly there and ran away from that place(she asked someone to collect the trolly later on).
The amah related the incident to a security guard and the guard explained to her that it was a probably a ‘hantu galah’ or pole ghost. Not sure if ‘it’ meant any harm or not.

It was like any other normal day. I remember i was in the morning session and i reach home around 2pm in the afternoon. I was resting in the room and eventually fall asleep while and then i was staying with my grandmother at that point of time. She woke me and my sister up and asked us to help change the cushion cloth. The moment I woke up, I could see that my eyes were rolling up all the way. In other words, I could only look up. No matter how hard I try I could not look around only Up. I start crying very badly. My grandmother could not find out what was wrong. I could not eat nor drink. I was starting to vomit as well.

My Grandmother knew this Malay lady at that point of time; she gives out that holy water thing. Even after drinking it I could not get better. I was still looking up all the way.

My grandparents are very close with the neighbors. One of the Chinese uncles actually told us to burn paper as he said I might have accidently step on those while coming back on what so Eva. Immediately my aunts and grandparents went to shop and bought all those burning paper. The uncle just told me to say sorry when I burn paper and tell who Eva it was I am really sorry and it was an accident.

After doing so, I immediately felt better. I was able to eat a fruit without vomiting after 3 days of suffering.

I am 28 years old now. Even today if i see people burning paper during hungry ghost festival, I am very careful as in not to step. In the event if the paper is all over after flying. I keep saying sorry till I reach the other end.

I used to wear crop tops and ‘belly’ shirts all the time including at home or asleep, but after this horrifying incident I prefered to cover myself up while sleeping.
I always have this habit of sleeping by lying on my back with both my hands stretched out above and both my legs spread apart widely.

That night, I was sleeping and as usual I was only wearing a ‘half’ T-shirt and shorts. A large portion of my stomach was totally exposed, and then I had a dream.
In my dream a tall, bulky Indian man came into my room holding a huge Rambo knife. Then I realised I couldn’t get away as both my hands and legs were tied to the four corners of the bed. The man then climb above me and i remember begging him not to do anything. I could feel the cold metal blade pressing on my bare stomach and I saw to my horror that the man eyes were completely white with no pupil!

And then I felt a very sharp pain down below as i reallised in shocked that my stomach was being sliced open slowly! I was already shaking my head in protest and screaming loudly, it was very, very painful, the dream seems real at that moment.

Then came the most painful part when he ripped my stomach open and slowly pulling out colons and colons of my bloodied intestines and held it in front of my face!
The smell was terrible that I started to vomit out some partially digested food mixed with blood from my ruptured stomach.

I also lost control of my bowel till i shat and urinate on the spot. After some humiliating moments of ‘real’ pain, I woke up. It was then I made a gruesome discovery, not only was my bed dirtied with my faeces, urine and vomit but also there is a vicious long red mark on my abdomen. The mark is gone now, till this day i wondered how the mark came to be there. A hindu friend later told me, maybe that is how I died during my ‘past life’, by disembowelment,some dreams are just records of the past. I hope now that I die a less ‘nastier’ way in this present’life’

That night around 9.30 pm me and my senior collegue,Shikin were cleaning up and are about to close the shop. Shikin was 4 months pregnant at that time. As we were about to close, Shikin excused herself to go to the ladies.

She went alone but a minute later she rushed back, looking pale and shaken. She told me to close the shop quickly and go back home. So i pulled down the shutter and we make our journey home together(we take the same bus. As we were walking outside the building Shikin revealed to me what had she saw a while ago. She told me that as she was about to entered the ladies, she saw a very pretty Malay lady who was wearing a 1950’s-style baju kebaya’s outfit and a selendang standing inside. The Malay lady was adjusting her selendang in front of the mirror.

As Shikin walked inside, all of a sudden the Malay lady turned her head sharply and looked at her. The Malay lady’s eyes were big and she was staring straight at Shikin’s eyes. Shikin was stunned on why the lady had to look at her like that. As they stared each other eyes, it was then that my collegue noticed that the Malay lady was wrapping the selendang tightly around her own neck as though she was trying to strangled herself with the selendang. All the while her unblinking eyes continued to stare into Shikin’s. Shikin found some courage to turn around to go back to the shop to where I was.There is really something not right about the Malay lady and it frightened her.

The next day i learned that Shikin was hospitallised as she suffered from misscarriage. What was strange was when the doctor found out that the unborn fetus strangle itself with her umbilical cord. Shikin resigned after that but i still keep contact with her, and to this day she stills believe that the lady in the toilet have something to do with the miscarriage. The way the Malay lady wrapped her selendang tightly around her own neck seems to show the fate Shikin’s unborn baby had to die. My mother says that the Malay lady was a pontianak.

Story #1 : This happened to my teacher when she was chosen as the warden of the boarding school. At night, my teacher sleeps at the ground floor ( The boarding school consists of 3 floors and the most top floor which is what we call the ” loteng”, malay for the top floor which you can look down all the way to the ground floor ) Okay back to the story. My teacher was sleeping when she was awoken by a banging sound on the doors of 1st floor of the boarding school and heard running footsteps. She wondered who could be running around banging doors at night. She said to herself ” Just watch out you who bang on the door next morning, I’ll get you “. Then, my teacher slept again. Then the next morning, after all the students finished eating bathing and all, singing the school , national anthem, my teacher asked all the students to assemble in the assembly hall. Then she shouted furiously ” WHO THE HELL WAS BANGING THE DOORS AND RUNNING AROUND THE SCHOOL ON THE 1ST FLOOR LAST NIGHT??!!” Then when no one confessed, the teacher was about to punish everyone when a group of students ( 12 of em ) came to the teacher. They said ” Teacher, last night there was no one running around and banging on the door. ” The teacher was surprised and asked them how’d they know. Okay before I continue let me explain about the rooms in the boarding school. The doors of the rooms were broken, so the students lodging in it will have to tie the door with shoelace, so if people push it, the shoelace will stretch revealing a little of who is outside. So let me continue the story ” Teacher, actually last night, we saw a pair of feet from the knee to down. There was no body, only legs. It was kicking on our rooms door and we went to push the door to prevent it from coming in ” The teacher was very shocked. End of story 1, now story 2.

Story #2 : This happened when my teacher was not yet selected to be the warden of the boarding school. She was watching TV and it was about 11 in the night and suddenly she heard screams of students outside. She went out to see all of the students assembled in the assembly hall, some with towels covering their naked bodies, night gowns and all. They were looking up to see a black figure with red eyes staring them down from the ” loteng ” the highest floor of the boarding school. The figure jumped down and disappeared in mid-air. The teacher went out and asked what happened, they said they saw hands ( cut off ones ) crawling out of the toilet as they were going to bath. Thats when they ran screaming out of the boarding school to the assembly hall.

Story #3 : This happened to my teachers best friend who stayed in a teachers flat not far away from the boarding school. My teachers best friend, lived in the 2nd floor of the teachers flat with her husband. She was watching TV with her husband and she went to the kitchen to get
the remaining food to eat with her husband. When she stepped into the kitchen, she saw like a shape of a head, not so visible one, rising very slowly from the floor. She was wondering what was it and that ” thing ” rose and rose and rose and rose and you know what it is. She ran to her husband and her husband asked why. She just said to her husband ” You go take the food lah! “. Before this, the first floor lived 3 big sisters with their 2 year old little sister. Their parents were out and a few minutes before the head appearing in the 2nd floor, the sisters were having dinner, the 2 year old sister suddenly sounded out ” Hey sisters, did you see a person wearing white clothes fly?!” The sisters were like “HUH?!” then they started eating furiously, washed the plates, locked all the doors and windows and waited in the living not daring to go into their rooms until their parents came home.

That is all. Believe it or not it is up to you

When I went to take a look, to my shocking, the door was banging just right infront of my face. There was no sight of human being at all. There was neither no wind nor opened windows that forced the door to close it by its own.,

Later, I heard a laughter which sounded very eerie. I dashed out of the toilet and went straight to the bed immediately.

Besides this one, there were many others which my platoon mates and myself had experienced ourselves. Close to midnight, the parade square often heard the boots sound seemed to be marching. Our bunks were just upstairs and we peeped downstairs. There was not a single soul at all. Not only that, when you are about to sleep, the knocking noise of the cupboard and someone was trying to open the pad lock. When I tried to peek, there was nobody and everyone was sleeping peacefully. I informed my platoon mates about it and they said that nobody woke up and some experienced it as well.

Surprisely, the floor we stayed, we always noticed some long hairs along the corridoor. At times, you will see a dark figure on the other ends.

That was all of the stories and many more when I am free to write and share. Thanks.