Spooky Encounter

Was Tweeting with LJ earlier about Singapore and stuffs when I said something about having a spooky encounter many years ago at Bedok. It was not the first time I had a spooky encounter, as a matter of fact. My first spooky encounter was when I was around 4 years-old. I'm not sure if I ever had any before that, but what I experienced when I was 4-years old is something I cannot forget, even now.

It happened when my family and I was staying in Taman Keramat, KL. My father was transferred to MINDEF KL and we had to shift from Lumut, Perak into a rented double-storey terrace house. When my parents went to check on the house, the neighbours were all friendly and welcoming but they didn't say anything or the fact that the other tenants had only lived there for as long as a month tops. My parents, on the other hand, were in need of a house at a good location which also includes a nearby pre-school for myself. Yup, I had been in kindergarten since I was 2-years old. 

Anyways, when all five of us shifted into the house - Dad, Mom, Aunt, Granny and myself - everything was fine at first. We fell into a routine. Early morning Dad would leave for work, Mom would get me ready, Granny will prepare breakfast, Aunt will follow Mom to send me to school, then in the afternoon they pick me up, we stay home until evening when Granny and Mom start to cook and Dad come home from work, we'll watch TV together and by 9pm, I have to go to sleep. The first week was fine, but the second week things started to get weird.

You see, our sleeping arrangements is like this, Dad and Mom sleeps in the Master Bedroom whereas Aunt, Granny and myself sleeps in the room next to the Master Bedroom. Our door is always kept slightly ajar to let the lights from the family lounge come in and also for easier access to check on me.

From the second week of our stay there, every time when it's midnight, my Dad and Mom will be awaken by the sound of scratches at their window as if someone with long nails is trying to scratch their way in to my parents' bedroom. At the same time this is happening, we'll also hear footsteps on the roof like people walking and running on the roof. And the door will creak and move slowly as though there's soft wind blowing at it and make it move.

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This spooked everybody out - except me. I didn't quite understood the volume of the problem. At first, everyone thought there were thieves or robbers around but as the frequency of the problem increase, they start thinking that there might be something else disturbing our peace at night. Later, I started seeing things. I made a new friend. A young boy, pretty much my age who would appear after Maghrib in my room and play with me. Back then, my toys consists of a police squad car, fire engine and legos. So there I'll be in my room playing and talking to my so-called friend until my Granny or Aunt will find me there and ask whom I'm talking to. I'll tell them who it is and they'll start having this weird look that I don't understand.

Soon after, my family's attitude and routine started to change. My father will always make it home before Maghrib. And every time the Maghrib prayers is on the TV, all 5 of us will be huddled together in the living hall. I didn't understand why, especially because during this time I will see at the top of the stairs a man, a woman and my young friend backing me up with their hands, calling me to join them. I always wanted to go, a strong feeling pulling me towards them but my family never allow - especially after I told my family what I saw.

One day, I was playing under the stairs which was a small space made into a store-room that my parents kept some stuffs in. My Granny was busy frying fish in the kitchen while my Aunt was having a shower. I played by myself before I went into the store-room to find something (I can't remember what). Suddenly the door closed from behind and I couldn't open it. I wasn't scared though because in the room was the man, the woman and the little boy. The woman touched my face and the man touched my hand. The little boy smiled. At that exact moment, my Aunt unlatched the door and was shocked to find me in there. Everyone wondered how I got latched in. Due to that incident, my parents decided that there's something very wrong with the house and my safety might be at stake so they started to find other houses and decided to leave by the end of the month. From then on, the intensity and volume of the nightly disturbances increased. Doors started slamming in the middle of the night, banging noises were heard in the kitchen too, crying and sobbing sounds echoed in the house and finally, a day before we were supposed to leave, on that very evening, I saw the three figures at the top of the stairs where they usually were. They waved and backed me towards them, so I walked slowly to the stairs. The rest of the family members was watching TV intently while my Granny was in the kitchen making some tea and no one realized I was slowly walking to the top of the stairs. Suddenly, when I was only shy of two stairs towards the top, my Granny snatched me up and I saw the three figures suddenly cried and turn away - and that's when I saw it, there's a hole at the back of the man's head, the woman blouse was bloodied and the boy had his familiar bruise around the neck.

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Before we left, my Mom asked the neighbours if there were any incidents that ever happened in the house. That's when all the neighbours started to speak up. They told my parents that there had been a murder in the house a few years before. A family of three was murdered by robbers who stabbed the woman and bludgeoned the man to death before they took all their jewelries and left them there until a few days later when people noticed their disappearance and police dropped by the house. Nobody saw their son though. 

The story was sad, of course. But the experience left my family members worrying over me for months. I was fine with the whole thing actually, which made my parents worry more because since then I will sometimes see things and not get scared. OK, weird, I know. It's not like I'm that boy Cole from the movie Sixth Sense. I don't see dead people ALL the time or have them come to me to help them with their unfinished business. Heck, I don't even see Casper or his three ghosts buddies. It's just sometimes I'll see a whisper of a shadow or hear sounds and not freak out or jump out of my skin. I think I'm pretty brave in that department. 

P/S : I'll continue on the encounter in Bedok in my next post.

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