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I was sleeping at my aunt’s place and dreamt that an old man was lying on top of me. I kept wanting to erase that thought and dream of something else. But when I woke up in the morning, there was this crushing weight on my chest that was getting heavier by the minute. I started panicking and screaming but nobody heard me. I tried making the sign of the cross (I’m Catholic) but I couldn’t move my arms. I said “go away!” and after a few minutes, the blanket lightened. The craziest part? The same thing happened to my mum!

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At the museum where I used to work, there was a small space in one of the exhibition rooms. It was always pitch dark but had a small table with office chairs for us to chill. My colleagues and I sat around the table one evening, and I was so engrossed with my phone I didn’t realise they’d left.

A few minutes later, I heard an office chair rolling (it was as though someone just got off the chair). I looked up and saw the table starting to levitate a teeny bit. I bolted before thinking. The worst part? I left my phone charger in the room and had to go back to retrieve it (not alone, of course!).

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This short ghost story, found on Reddit, is super creepy:“Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.”

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This short ghost story, found on Reddit, is super creepy:“Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.”

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When I was 37, I went to my high school reunion. I flew into the nearest airport and rented a car. The distance was about 35 miles through a very rural and almost abandoned part of the country. About three miles outside of town I see someone on the side of the road, flagging me down. It turned out that it was one of the guys I had attended school with. Jim got in the car and we start talking. I had not seen him in twenty years, but he still looked the same, maybe a little older. We get to town and I ask him if he wants to come to the VFW and have a drink. He says "No, just take me home." Jim's parents had lived only a few blocks from my grandmother’s house, and I turned in that direction but he said to take him to the outskirts of town. There was a mobile home park out there, and I figured that is where he lived. When we reached the end of the turn off he said, "Just drop me here. It was good to see you again" and he walks off into the night.I go to the VFW, met some of my old classmates, we start to talk. As we are talking about who is coming to the reunion, I mention that I had just picked Jim up three miles east of town and had dropped him off. Everyone gets quiet; even the guy singing karaoke stops and lays down the mike. My cousin goes white as a new t-shirt."Barb, Jim died on that curve eight years ago. Rolled his car. We were all at his funeral," I was told. I started to feel really dizzy, and I went out to the car to take some deep breaths. There on the seat is the local newspaper, printed eight years previous, containing Jim's obituary. I still have the paper.

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When I was 37, I went to my high school reunion. I flew into the nearest airport and rented a car. The distance was about 35 miles through a very rural and almost abandoned part of the country. About three miles outside of town I see someone on the side of the road, flagging me down. It turned out that it was one of the guys I had attended school with. Jim got in the car and we start talking. I had not seen him in twenty years, but he still looked the same, maybe a little older. We get to town and I ask him if he wants to come to the VFW and have a drink. He says "No, just take me home." Jim's parents had lived only a few blocks from my grandmother’s house, and I turned in that direction but he said to take him to the outskirts of town. There was a mobile home park out there, and I figured that is where he lived. When we reached the end of the turn off he said, "Just drop me here. It was good to see you again" and he walks off into the night.I go to the VFW, met some of my old classmates, we start to talk. As we are talking about who is coming to the reunion, I mention that I had just picked Jim up three miles east of town and had dropped him off. Everyone gets quiet; even the guy singing karaoke stops and lays down the mike. My cousin goes white as a new t-shirt."Barb, Jim died on that curve eight years ago. Rolled his car. We were all at his funeral," I was told. I started to feel really dizzy, and I went out to the car to take some deep breaths. There on the seat is the local newspaper, printed eight years previous, containing Jim's obituary. I still have the paper.

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“Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.”

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“Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.”

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https://thehoneycombers.com/singapore/true-singapore-ghost-stories-from-the-honeycombers-team/

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Because we all love Singapore ghost stories... right? P.S. Read these at midnight for maximum effect.

You don't have to save your terrifying tales for the Hungry Ghost Festival or Halloween. Spooky incidents occur all the time in Singapore, and not just in the city's haunted spots. Forget horror movies. We're here to tell you the real deal. Presenting: The juiciest Singapore ghost stories. We've gathered eerie encounters that the Honeycombers team (and our friends) have experienced, and it's only right we share 'em all for a spine-tingling storytelling session. Take that, Goosebumps!

Singapore ghost stories

The Polaroid phantom

It was our colleague's last day and we all huddled together for a Polaroid shot. But what we saw had us completely frozen. There were four of us, and as the photo developed, we noticed an additional figure - a spirit dangling over our friend's shoulders! She was so traumatised that she took some time off work to calm down. We have since developed a phobia of taking Polaroids and seven years later, it still haunts me.

The heartland haunting

Woodlands is known for its haunted HDB building (block 852), which was once empty for the longest time. Years ago, my cousin moved to the neighbourhood and unknowingly stayed near the haunted block. Things soon took a weird turn. The television would switch on without warning, but the family brushed it off.

During the first night of the seventh month, he was sleeping alone in his room when he woke up in the middle of the night after hearing a weird noise. He saw a ghost with extremely long hair and black eyes spinning with the ceiling fan and staring at him. He tried to shout for help but wasn't able to make a sound. Feeling helpless, he started praying and the ghost finally disappeared when he opened his eyes. From then on, that room was left empty until the family moved out.

Of cats and car parks

Once, I returned home past midnight and saw a cat outside the car park. I stopped to pet it, then continued heading home. Throughout the walk, a rancid, pungent poop smell dogged me. I thought I had stepped on dog poop, so I didn't think much about it, especially since the smell disappeared when I was in my room.

Fast forward to the next morning, when my late dad told me I brought back something 'dirty' because it took a liking to him and sat on his bed till dawn. I had checked on my dad when I got home, so the 'thing' that followed me apparently stayed in his room to 'admire' him until he got rid of it. He got up to say the call of prayer and chased it away.

Goodbye, my lover

I had a boyfriend who died, but I didn't get to say goodbye before he passed on. A few days after that, I was walking home from the gym. Suddenly, I smelled his favourite cigarettes. When I entered the lift, the smell grew stronger as if he was beside me, like old times. I instinctively called his name and the emergency bell rang. When the door opened, I ran out. The smell followed me until the point where he used to stop to kiss me goodbye and send me off.

The hotel with a rep

In Tokyo, my entire flight crew checked into a hotel that's rumoured to be 'dirty'. The moment I entered my room, I felt a strange vibe but chalked it up to exhaustion. Come bedtime, I slept on the bed closer to the door. I typically keep the TV on when sleeping (it acts a white noise machine and nightlight), so I was a little wary when I woke up a few hours later in a silent, dark room. I was facing the door, but I had this feeling someone was on the other bed.

When I switched on the light and turned around, I saw a girl sitting upright on it. I screamed and the girl's neck moved 90 degrees, screaming along with me. Instantly, I ran out of my room and spent the rest of the trip with another crew member. That's not the weirdest part, though. When I was showering, I noticed a scratch mark on my back that stung a little.

The midnight visitor

It was late at night. I heard three loud knocks on the main door, each time around 2am to 3am. I looked through the peephole but saw nobody. This came and went for days. So one day, when the knocking happened again, I recorded a video. No one was there, but on playback, I could hear someone laughing...

Who's in the shower?

While on a hotel staycation with my friends, I wanted to have an early night and was about to go to sleep when I heard someone shuffle around in the toilet. I was alone in the room, but the shower head turned on by itself. Immediately, I bolted to my friend's room and only returned the next morning to pack my things.

Girl in the red dress

My office was located right opposite a famous temple at Telok Ayer. It wasn't uncommon to hear keyboards typing away at empty desks or see the printer activated when no one was near it. But nothing spooked me as much as this incident. It was 3am and a handful of us were preparing for a business pitch in our conference room. As it was dead silent, we heard the chuckles of a young child before we saw a little girl in a red dress running across the hall and disappearing off into the wall. Needless to say, we all decided it was time to call it a day.

Holiday from hell

My mum was on Skype with my sister and her family while they were holidaying in Malaysia. As my sister took her on a tour of their spacious villa, my mum caught sight of something on the ceiling beams and pointed it out to my sister. But she couldn't see anything odd and ignored my mum. Not wanting to scare my sister, my mum held her peace. It was only when they got back that my mum explained she had seen a creepy dark figure on the beams overlooking the family room. Even stranger, my sister said she was 'disturbed' in the night by a creepy figure that was on top of her!

What not to do on Hungry Ghost Month

Like a total newb, I was absolutely fascinated by the offerings around Telok Ayer during my first Hungry Ghost Month in Singapore. Like a total fool, I took photos of an offering and Instagrammed it. I even hashtagged it. Even worse, I did it at home late at night when I was the only person awake. Out of nowhere, I heard the sound of little bells jingling - as if a cat with bells on its collar was coming from our back door and down the hallway. But we don't have a cat. And there was nothing there.

For months, the door of a particular room in our apartment would lock from the inside. I'd hear the sound of a ball bouncing in my kids' room at night (while they were asleep!). Sometimes, I'd feel as if a child was by my side. But when I looked down expecting to see my toddler, nobody was there.

A man left behind

This happened to a few members of my family. We were on a staycation at a resort in Sentosa and it was late at night. Almost everyone was asleep except for a few night owls. When my cousin popped by the pantry to get a glass of water, he looked out the window and saw a strange sight on Siloso Beach. It was a ghostly aberration of a man wearing a Japanese army uniform, clutching his rifle and staring in his direction.

Unwelcome bed buddies

I was sleeping at my aunt's place and dreamt that an old man was lying on top of me. I kept wanting to erase that thought and dream of something else. But when I woke up in the morning, there was this crushing weight on my chest that was getting heavier by the minute. I started panicking and screaming but nobody heard me. I tried making the sign of the cross (I'm Catholic) but I couldn't move my arms. I said "go away!" and after a few minutes, the blanket lightened. The craziest part? The same thing happened to my mum!

Things that move in the night

At the museum where I used to work, there was a small space in one of the exhibition rooms. It was always pitch dark but had a small table with office chairs for us to chill. My colleagues and I sat around the table one evening, and I was so engrossed with my phone I didn't realise they'd left.

A few minutes later, I heard an office chair rolling (it was as though someone just got off the chair). I looked up and saw the table starting to levitate a teeny bit. I bolted before thinking. The worst part? I left my phone charger in the room and had to go back to retrieve it (not alone, of course!).

Pontianak's perfume

I had to pop into the office to run an errand on a Saturday. As I was packing my stuff, I caught a sudden whiff of perfume. It was a strong, sickly-sweet floral scent, as if somebody was standing beside me. But there was nobody around and the AC was switched off. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I left quickly after.

In Malay urban legends, unexplained floral scents are associated with the presence of a pontianak, or vampiric female spirit. Was it a supernatural encounter? Who knows. It definitely gave me the chills, though.

The 'silver surfer' visitor

I was eight years old when this incident happened in an HDB flat... at Yishun, of all places. On some nights, my family would pull out our mattresses, pillows and blankets for movie marathons and sleepovers in our living room. One time, I woke up in the middle of the night facing the room doors and saw a white Silver Surfer-lookalike floating from one room to another. I freaked out! Unsure if I had really seen a ghost, I shut my eyes tight and tried to lull myself back to sleep.

Spirits in the lift

This happened to me during the Hungry Ghost Festival. Walking past an altar, I briefly wondered why it had offerings of Yakult, toys and biscuits. Then, I remembered these offerings were meant to appease spirits. During an afternoon nap on the same day, I had a vivid dream about two kids trailing behind me as I was walking home. "Help us, help us", they repeated in unison. I remember telling them, "I can't help you and I don't know what you want. Please go home." They disappeared and I entered the lift alone... or so I thought.

As the lift began its ascent, two ghostly faces stared at me through a reflection on the glass. They looked normal, except for one thing: They had no legs! When I arrived home, they stopped at the door. They couldn't enter because I had a feng shui bagua mirror (a pentagon-shaped symbol believed to ward off negative energy). "Let us come in. We have unfinished business. Please help us so we can move on," they pleaded. Exasperated, I said, "I can't help you, leave me alone!" They disappeared, and I woke up from my nap. Till today, I avoid breaking any seventh month superstitions. Just in case.

My grandfather's clock

My grandfather gifted us with a grandfather's clock a long time ago. One of its chimes stopped working when he passed away. But shortly after his death anniversary, the clock started chiming every quarter of the hour. No one knows why or how.

Sleep paralysis... or was it?

This happened to my brother. It was a Saturday morning and he came into my room asking, "Did you wash your feet when you came home last night?" He said something had disturbed him the night before. When he was sleeping, he felt a weight on his body and as his eyes drifted open, he saw a figure with long hair sitting on his body and looking right at him.

The next morning, he said it might have been a nightmare but he wasn't sure. In a Malay household, it's believed if you don't wash your feet when you come home, you're inviting bad spirits into your house.

What's up with the washing machine?

I was in my brand new condo along East Coast Road. I loaded laundry into my new washing machine and left the building. However, when I came home, not only was the washing machine still running, but it had turned 180 degrees around in its cubby and was now 'back to front'. I was convinced someone had broken in to play tricks on me, but the CCTV confirmed nobody had entered or left the building. And mine was the only apartment occupied at that time. The mystery was never solved!

The horrors of dinner

It was a normal evening and I was having my late dinner of chicken curry and rice. Everyone went to bed early that night, leaving me the only one awake at 11pm. The view of my dining room and kitchen were facing dense vegetation, which was pitch black. As I was washing up afterwards, a strong gust of wind blew in through the kitchen window. Dry leaves flew around in the kitchen and I immediately closed the window with my wet hands.

When I was done, I looked up and saw something white at the corner of my eye. It appeared again in the dining room. I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door, hoping it would go away, but no! The white figure was still there. Why did it follow me?! Then, I looked at the mirror and realised there was a grain of rice on my eyelash. That's the only ghost story you'll get from me.

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

My wife and I once took a weekend trip to a popular hill station in Malaysia. We'd heard stories, but we didn't think in our wildest dreams they would happen to us. We asked for a non-smoking room. However, the moment I walked in, I felt like cigarette smoke blew right in my face. It seemed like someone was smoking in the room... but there was no one. Strangely, my wife couldn't smell anything.

At night, we were unable to sleep. There was a general uneasiness we couldn't explain. After 3am, my wife woke me up. She saw a pair of eyes and a shadowy figure in the mirror next to my side of the bed. And it was looking down at me sleeping. Needless to say, we packed our bags in a flash and within minutes we'd bolted out the door and checked out, stopping by a Chinese temple downstairs. I remembered my mother's advice and went in to say a prayer. The priest took one look at me and said, "You saw something dirty, something evil!"

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You don't have to save your terrifying tales for the Hungry Ghost Festival or Halloween. Spooky incidents occur all the time in Singapore, and not just in the city's haunted spots. Forget horror movies. We're here to tell you the real deal. Presenting: The juiciest Singapore ghost stories.

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My cousin died of drowning at the tender age of eight. It was the first time such tragedy happened in our family so the whole thing was heavy for all of us. The wake was held in our ancestral house. I had just viewed the coffin and came back to my aunt’s convenience store to man it. But suddenly, someone touched my ear out of nowhere, and I literally ran screaming to my aunt in fear.

It didn’t end there. I kid you not when I say that my uncle’s car started moving on its own for about 200 metres. It only stopped when it hit one of the benches in our town’s former wet market. We all thought our drunk uncle was driving it, but it was empty. Apparently, my deceased cousin loved cars.

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write scary stories if you want :)/read when you're free :}

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write scary stories if you want :)/read when you're free :}