Greetings, paranormal lovers! I for one have heard many cool but true ghost stories that I would love to share here. So, let me start off with this first one called Who’s There? Who’s There? Though this one, I had heard it when I was in school just now, it could be considered to be quite true, as everyone here knows, old Changi was a very ‘spiritual’ place.
Once, a female hotel PR (Public Relations) manager of age 31 booked into a chalet in a place here called Changi with three of her friends - this was many, many ago and those chalets, the old bungalow types, are not there anymore - and that was when they had the fright of their lives.
They aren’t superstitious people and, thus, since the incident, they have tried to explain away what happened, but no one could blame four teenage girls for being scared to be alone in a chalet in lonely Changi with hardly anyone around.
Before they entered the chalet, one of the girls had asked the keeper if the place was haunted because it looked so creepy from the outside. He never made any reply, making it all the more creepier. It made the girls a bit more sorry that they hadn’t invited any boys along to stay with them - it was supposed to be sort of a pajamas party.
They managed to settle in after a while - no barbecue, they had decided that by consensus - and they were starting to get chatty. They began to make some noise when one of the girls said that she had heard the doorbell ring. From where they were, in the living room, they could see the porch outside. There was no one there, so they thought she must had been mistaken. Hence, she too said, yes, that they were right, that she must had been mistaken.
They were chatting away again, chewing the cud rather loudly when that same girl said, “There it goes again.”
That time, they were all quiet and looked hard at the porch from where they were. There certainly was no one there. They could see the porch clearly from where they were. If there were anybody out there ringing the doorbell, they could see the person for sure. Then, all the girls heard it. Loud and clear.
It was the doorbell.
One of the girls screamed but the others quickly hushed her. Then, they all heard it again, and again and again, each time getting louder and more insistent, as if someone was angry and demanding to be let in.
The girls didn’t know what to do. Everybody froze. All their eyes were fixed on the empty porch where the buzzer was. After a little more of the insistent ringing, the bell stopped.
Then, the girls heard it. The back door was leaking open.
All of them screamed and ran out through the front door. They didn’t stop running until they had reached the next chalet. They banged on the door, thumping away without caring about anybody, being extremely afraid. The man who opened the door was in his pajamas and looked a bit nervous. All of the girls pushed past him and stumbled into the living room. There were four other men there, all of them also like the one who had opened the door. They were seated around the table and they clearly had been gambling.
“Uncle, uncle,” they cried, explaining what had happened and begging to be allowed to stay in that chalet with them for the night. They looked at each other as if the girls were mad, but finally one of them agreed, they could stay.
That night, the girls hardly got any sleep. When one of the girls wanted to go to the loo, she forced that hotel manager to tag along and stand guard outside. From where the manager was standing, she could hear her friend singing Amazing Grace to give herself courage while doing her business.