concern2:

fightingmom:

At least he (or it) was a good spirit trying to guide or watch over you and your buddy. *shudder*

Actually, I think he was just being a kaypoh, he wanted to know how to fire the boiler, and who's the best one who could do it He would have given W2G a 'marksman' if only he didn't get him puzzled by going one big round after he's done the job So once he found out how to get it done, he left to be reincarnated.

fightingmom:

At least he (or it) was a good spirit trying to guide or watch over you and your buddy. *shudder*

Way2GO:

It happened at a worksite dat was previously operated by AngMos.

d facility was more than 10 y.o.
d boiler in it was problematic, it would trip frequently which necessitates re-firing whenever it occurs.
I was on d witching watch fr d 12 am to 4 am.
d boiler itself was more than 3 storeys high. To get to d boiler, one has to climb two flight of stairs,
then a short walk up another flight of narrow stairs to access d firing mechanism.
It started to happen one nite as I was going to re-fire d boiler.
At d top of d 2nd flight of stairs just as I begun to take d short walk to d 3rd flight of stairs, I begun to sense a presence behind me. I started to walk faster, it also picked up pace n was getting ever closer.
I knew dat there was no other colleague nearby at those wee hours.
So I hurried up to d top of d 3rd flight of stairs which abuts onto a small platform where one can access d firing mechanism.
By dis time, d apparition was also at d stairs.
Without turning ard to look, I can clearly sensed he was a Caucasian, middle age with sandy hair.
He wore khaki bermudas n a brown workshirt. I could also make out a vague image of his face, though d facial details never came into sharp focus.
One can’t rush thro’ d firing sequence – there is a series of mechanical steps dat one has to follow in d right order with gud timing to obtain d right start.
If one misfires, one wld hv wait for a while before starting d whole sequence again.
So dat was d situation I was in - I want to get thro’ it quickly n get out of there but I can’t if I want to do it right at d first try. As I started d firing sequence, I begun to sense d apparition right at my shoulders.
After firing, d shortest way back to d Control Room wld be re-tracing d way fr which I came.
But to avoid o coming face to face with d apparition, I took a circuitous route up another flight of stairs at d boiler, it was still following me, got onto another platform dat runs at right angle to it, turned down another short flight of stairs to yet another platform so dat I was basically making a 360 deg turnaround to face d apparition. Then it was gone.
d next day, when taking over from a colleague who was on d 8pm -12 pm watch, I asked him if he sensed anything when he go to fire d boiler.
He said he did. Then I asked him to describe his experience.
He went on to describe d image of d Caucasian EXACTLY as wat I sensed. It freaked out both of us.
For many nights after dat incident, it was a constant companion whenever each of us make d short trip to fire d boiler, but it only happens at late hours when on one else was ard. It nvr appears in d day. Just as mysteriously, after some time, it was gone.
d two of us who sensed it speculated it was prolly someone who died at d boiler site n he was just watching over us.

Bless his soul.

Way2GO:

MR06:

Aye, you sure know how to build suspend and create climax huh?

Must have been getting top marks for your compo during sch time.

Oiii, I m baring my true feelings here! :pokeeye: :nunchuk: :nunchuk:

MR06:

Aye, you sure know how to build suspend and create climax huh?

Must have been getting top marks for your compo during sch time.

Way2GO:

Solli to keep u all waiting.

After mamago's revelation, my encounter seems pedestrian.
Me did not post immediately after mamago’s story came out - hers ended tragically for her buddy, n it must hv been really tough for her to relive it.
So me figured I'll wait some for her to enjoy d respite n comfort fr d forummers who came in here to comfort n encourage her.

My encounter to follow......

MR06:

:hugs: put it behind you.

Way2GO:

Nebbermind:

9. Pointing Finger at the Moon


Never heard of this. Is it really unique to SG? I thought this is similar 'donch clip nail on the bed if u r preggy or at night'.

Its not unique to SG. d 'superstition' arose fr Chinese folklore.
Was it pinky who said she has experienced it twice - getting her ear cut after pointing at d moon?
Weird.

ksi:

fightingmom:

[quote=\"ksi\"]Have way2go shared his experience? :?

Eh.. Nope. Only the Notti stuff he and his bunk mates did to that poor mama's boy...

mamago:

In Memory of W.



1990 summer, a group of 6 girls took a short holiday to Macau; staying at Mandarin Oriental Macau, located at the quieter side of the city. They shared 3 rooms, room 1618, 1620 and 1622.

.........

On the first night, girls settled down late, all hyped about the day's excitement and all the girlie chit chat, at 1+am, everyone bid good night and returned to their rooms.

I was sharing a twin-bed room, room 1618, with my best buddy, W.
After washed up I fell asleep almost immediately, but W was the more ai-sui one, taking her time in the bathroom.

About 3+am, I was jolted up from my deep sleep, and shocked to see that W, lying on her bed, but was kicking furiously and making some muffled gurgling and croaking with chokes. Her hands as if were prying something out from her throat and her legs were kicking high struggling hard. I stood there frozen for a good while before I dashed to her side, yelling her name and reached to her hands trying to pacify her, but her fingers were almost blue of exerting too much strength seemingly grabbing on something that she wanted to yank out, but there wasn't anything visible that was chocking her!! I tried desperately to wake her up thinking that she might be choked by phlegm or her own vomit. Then the scariest thing unfolded in front of my eyes, a choking ring mark started to appear on her neck, while her hands were some 2 inches above her neck trying hard to pry open her \"invisible assailant\", the choking ring mark on her neck got darker within a mere 1 to 2 seconds, her eyes were popping out and tears flowed non stop and her tongue was sticking out.... That was the scariest moment in my life, I left the door opened and ran to the next door 1620 for help, when we return, the room door of 1618 was locked, from inside!!! While the rest of the girls were screaming and crying, I passed out...

When I regained conscious, I was in an ambulance, being transport to the A&E. W was warded for \"injuries\", she couldn't speak for some 3 months before regaining her voice.

She was so traumatized that she refused to step out of her house, stop socializing, and stop going for lessons.

4 months went passed but with no \"improvement\", her parents finally agreed that she needed psychiatrist help. But, it didn't help her much too...

Hongkonger are superstitious in nature, though they are Christians but her parents decided to seek help from a famous taoist temple at Kowloon. I accompanied my terrified buddy, together with her parents n younger sister, we visited the temple and as we walked passed all the fortune tellers' stalls at the gate of the temple, one very old and blind 算命佬 yelled at us, \"Stop there! Don't enter!\" that shocked everyone, we stood there wondered what's wrong, he approached us, though he is blind but he managed to \"identify\" W, he reached out to grab her left hand and said to her: \"you shouldn't have extracted your front teeth! Now your luck has run out!\"....

(For aesthetic reason, W extracted her 4 mis-aligned front teeth for denture, but only few that are close to her knew about it...)

...........

W did not complete her degree course and was never married, she migrated to Canada with her parents in 1997 where she remained a psychiatric patient.

She passed away peacefully in Toronto at the age of 35.

Nebbermind:

3. $1 Bagua & Road Tax Labels


I think the older paper notes still have this silver bagua halogram on them. But it seemed to be gone for the plastic notes.

Nebbermind:

9. Pointing Finger at the Moon


Never heard of this. Is it really unique to SG? I thought this is similar 'donch clip nail on the bed if u r preggy or at night'.

autumnbronze:

mamago:

[quote=\"autumnbronze\"]Mamago, :hugs: to you.


Just chanced upon your post. Had goosebumps reading it.
Did your friend seek treatment from the temple? What was the outcome? Did her parents ever try any other alternative treatments?

Hi, AutumnBronze.

Thanks for the :hugs:

Yes, she did went thru some sort of taoistism rituals but did not help....

She became reclusive, withdrawn and aggressive at times, she could cried loudly all night long, banging on her parents/sister's room door asking to be
let in but only for less than 5 minutes she would wandered out, and this could repeat all night long.... She injured one of her psychiatrist with a pen, the wounds was so deep that it required stitches... Things got better only after she was put on medication, but she was never fully \"recovered\".

Canada was a better place for her, she stayed in an institute that took very good care of her. She passed away in 2005 due to other medical condition.

pinky:

hi mamago,

it must have been a traumatic experience for you.
you mean your friend never really recover from that incident?
:scared:

Nebbermind:

9. Pointing Finger at the Moon


Never heard of this. Is it really unique to SG? I thought this is similar 'donch clip nail on the bed if u r preggy or at night'.