THE GHOSTS OF THE PAST, SPEAK TO ALL WHO LISTEN...
THE GHOSTS OF THE PAST, SPEAK TO ALL WHO LISTEN...
This scary incident happen to my mum few years back. It was in the late 60’s.. My mum was staying in a kampung somewhere around eunos. It was around 4am+.. She was bathing to get ready for morning prayer… Suddenly there was someone pushing the toilet violently..U should know that the toilet at that time …
This story actually happened to my late mother. My mother lived in kampong Bukit Timah Rd. This incident happened when my mother used to stayed late at night. My kampong that time has no electricity compare to the other kampong. So that late night the wheather was very warm…..so that particular night my mother ‘berkemban’…try …
In the late 70s, my mum lived in the kampong house in Eunos, she was pregnant that time, my second bro. Every night my first bro always need to go to the toilet. It was 1.00am and everyone were sleeping soundly. And as usual my mum would go to the toilet with my bro but …
This is actually not my story. It came from my my grandpa’s brother. This story is based on his experiences in the kampong days in the 1950s. On a fine night in a party, so many people like eating biscuits. When everybody ate the biscuits, so many biscuits will be finish. When the biscuits are …
It was 1972 and I was 15yrs then, living at a small kampong in Telok Blangah district. Some had moved out to give way for redevelopement of the area leaving a few number of abandoned house around. Well, mine was located at the end corner of the kampong and surrounded by fruit trees such as …
This story which i`m writing happened in the year 1989, before i was born but it was related to me by mother. We`re staying at Ubi Avenue 1 which used to be a Kampung (Eunos village). It was a fine night & my father was on his regular night shift. My mother & brother was …
If your mum were born between 1940-1950s, i’m sure she would heard of stories about not to open door to strangers at night during the 60s. This story started way many years back when there is this urban legend of a lady bomoh where everyone calls her “Kum Kum”. This story starts like this… Once, …
Many years back, when I was in Pri School, I used to spend my holidays at my Grandma’s. Some ulu kampong in Malaysia. Then on the day I went back, it so happened that one of the villagers passed away. When I arrived the whole village was involved with the helping out of the funeral …
My mom got “harassed” by a spirit once when she was young (living in kampong). She said she just felt really ill and cold and everything she see is slanted so she was not able to walk properly. Initially the family thought my mom was sick but it did not seem right even after a …
When my dad was younger and he and his family came over to Singapore to stay from Malaysia, it was those kampong times and there was a shared toilet for all the residents living in the village and because the whole village knows that there’s a “pon pon” in the area, no one dared to …