I used to do quite a bit of angling when I was a kid at near this construction site near the sea simply referred to as the "Hyundai" site.
It was about half past midnight when we started reeling up some of our baits to check if the nibblers took any of them.
It was at this point in time, my uncle began to get jitters, as if we were being followed. And then all of a sudden, the usual sounds of the night went totally silent.
At this point we were already pissing ourselves in fear, cos my grandmother used to tell me that was a omen.
It was then that I casually glanced up, and to my absolute horror, I saw this humanoid void of blackness, so dark that you could see it against the night. It was floating above our rods, which were a good 10 feet long, and "standing" upright. My uncle must have seen it too, cos when I turned to him for reassurance, his face was as pale as a "ghost".
My uncle happened to be carrying a rosary with him, as he always does when he ventures out at night to fish in "ulu" places. He quickly recited the Lord's prayer, and the shape dissipated.
We packed up in record time and hightailed it as far and as fast as we could.
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When I was in primary school, the ACS campus at Barker Road was being rebuilt, and ACS Primary was relocated to this shoddy old school building along Ah Hood Road (the building's still there, you can see it en route to SPANS JOM).
This building was notoriously "dirty", so much so that during camps, we were told to travel in pairs or in groups (but not in threes) when we needed to use the washrooms or water coolers during the overnight stays.
This incident in particular, happened during a Prefects training camp when I was in Primary 4.
The counsellors at this camp were practically, from hell. They treated us like sh*t during the three days we were there, and made full use of any and every available opportunity to tekan us.
There were a number of "House Rules" during that camp, one of them being that the "night watchmen" (a couple of students who were forced to sit outside the bunks in the science labs every night to "watch" the doors) had to take note of anyone who left the bunk and inform the camp counsellors during morning roll call. The counsellors slept in the councourse, which was an open space directly below the ledge in front of the science labs.
So there was one night, when some idiot in the bunk started shining his torch on everyone and waking them up. We all got up and started booing the moron who was disturbing our sleep. At this point the two "watchmen" came into the bunk, trying to figure out what was going on when they heard the commotion. After exhanging a few yells, everyone decided that thy were just too tired, and went back to sleep, while the watchmen went back outside.
Later on that night, the doors to the science labs opened, and someone began walking around the room. Everyone assumed that it was just someone coming back from thw washroom, so nobody bothered.
The next morning, we were hauled up unusually early in the morning by the counsellors. They interoggated the watchmen, wand asked them if anhone had left the bunk at all the night before, but they insisted that they had not seen anyone go in or out of the bunk.
Then we heard the reason why.
Apparently, the counsellors were awoken by the sound of a group of kids running up and down the corridors in the middle of the night. They looked up and saw a bunch of figures running around the corridors in the dark near the science labs, where we were sleeping. They were deadly serious, and we knew they could not have been lying, because the prefect mistress saw the figures too. Naturally, they assumed that we were fooling around in the middle of the night. They insisted too, that the watchmen were either sleeping or liars, as there was now way they could have missed the kids, as they were running around right where the two of them were sitting.
None of us had heard a sound that night.
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I was hitching a lift back with my friend after an evening of pool at Marina about two months back.
As we were driving across the Benjamin Sheares bridge, I noticed this little kid pushing a plactic tricycle down the side of the road. This was around 1 am, and I was wondering what a kid would be doing there at that hour.
I nudged my friend, and he turned to take a look. His face went totally pale, and he looked away.
The next thing I knew, this kid started smiling and waving at us. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing and I quickly turned by gaze back to the road.
I later asked my friend what he saw, and he refused to tell me. And for the remainder of the drive home, he stopped speaking entirely. He didn't even say Bye when he dropped me off.
