Two spooky encounters!

I was out with the family on Sunday, 8th April, and ended up in a golf club for tea. On entering the premises, I was reminded of the male toilet being haunted.

Several years ago, I was there in the evening, and had entered the male toilet. I had this very uneasy feeling when inside, of being not alone, although I was physically all alone then. I felt some strong presence there, and as I looked around in the dark evening, it became so eerie that I had to rush out of the toilet. Later, when talking to an old member, he admitted that the male toilet has indeed been reported as being haunted! However, yesterday when I was there, I went into the male toilet again, but found that they had renovated the whole place and it seems to be alright now. This has prompted me to recall my two previous spooky encounters.

During my air force days, we used to position one aircraft at Taiping, a small town north of Ipoh, every Monday morning. It was known as the Taiping Detachment, consisting of two pilots and technical ground crew. The Detachment would remain for a minimum of two days or a maximum of four days, depending on the work load or weather.

On one such Detachment, I was the Detachment Commander and had flown in during the morning and had carried out my flying tasks for the day. We were accommodated at the Officers Mess at Drummond Hill. It was ran by the Army Engineers. Drummond Hill had a bad reputation because during the Japanese occupation, many civilians were killed and mass buried there. Anyone excavating there will find human remains. The British Army had built the Officers Mess there originally, and the location is away from the town. A very quiet and secluded place on top of the hill and away from public view.

On that particular day, I had finished early, and checked into the Officers Mess just after five. Dinner was not until seven, so I decided to stretch out for a while before my shower. Wearing only my brief, I laid down on the bed and had turned left to face the wall. Suddenly, I felt a slap on my right rump. I immediately turned to see who it was, thinking that it was my colleague. I saw no one. There was a big cane chair in the corner and thinking that he could have hidden behind it, I went to see but saw nothing. I checked out the whole room but saw no one. I went outside to see, since my door had been closed, and saw no one outside. It was then that I realised something spooky and rushed to take my shower. Dressing quickly, I ran off to the ante room feeling very eerie. What was it? A poltergeist?

Returning again to the Officers Mess on another Detachment at a much later date, I found myself allotted a very old room at the end of the Mess. It was quite far in and in a very quiet corner. None of the live-in Officers were anywhere around and it was rather desolated. The room was so old that all the paint was peeling off. It was clean with fresh sheets. The layout was like the letter 'U', with my room at the bottom right. There was a long corridor at the back of my room leading to the bathroom cum toilet. There was a small grass area separating me from my immediate neighbour to my left.

I had decided to take my shower and shave. During those days, I shaved in the evening to avoid the morning rush. The extra minute of sleep in the morning did wonders! Wrapping my towel round my waist, I proceeded to the bathroom. With all the paint peeling off, the mirror was so old that there was not much silver left, and I had to peer into it to shave. I suddenly felt that someone was close by and staring at me! Turning around, I saw nothing. I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me and dismissed it. I continued to shave, but this time, the sensation became very strong and I started to look around the bathroom. I even tried to look at the mirror but it became impossible. I had this very strong sensation that someone, very tall, as tall as the ceiling, was looking down on me very hard. I looked everywhere but could not see anyone. The sensation was so strong that the hair behind my neck stood up like bristle! Feeling frightened, I quickly finished my shaving and ran to shower. It was perhaps my quickest shower for I did not dare close my eyes, less I should see something when I reopen them. Finishing my shower, I graped my towel and ran all the way back to my room. Drying off, I quickly dressed up and ran out of my room.

That night, fortunately, nothing else happened when I went to sleep. I avoided the bathroom and luckily there was a wash basin in my room where I brushed my teeth. So what was it? It was definitely something sinister and there was something in the bathroom. Luckily also, I checked out the next morning never to return to that room again.

I find myself very susceptible to all these. Everytime I walk into a room or somewhere, where something is not right, I feel vulnerable and sense some presence there.

Till then....