The night air hung heavy with anticipation as Marcus adjusted his security guard badge, his first shift at Haw Par Villa promising to be anything but ordinary. Built in 1937 by the legendary Aw Boon Haw, this cultural park had always whispered stories of the supernatural, its intricate statues seemingly holding secrets from another world.
Dusk crept slowly across the park, casting long shadows between the mythological displays. Marcus walked his routine path, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, memories of veteran guards’ warnings echoing in his mind. “Stay alert during night shifts,” they’d said, their voices tinged with a knowing caution that now sent a chill down his spine.
The Ten Courts of Hell diorama stood particularly ominous in the fading light, its stone figures seeming to watch his every move. Something felt different tonight – a subtle shift in the atmosphere, like invisible eyes tracking his movements. Strange sounds began to emerge – soft scraping noises from the statues area, phantom footsteps where no living being walked.
When Marcus first noticed the missing statue, he thought his eyes were playing tricks. The space where a fierce guardian once stood was now empty, with scattered stone debris leading towards the mythological displays. Returning moments later, he froze – the statue had somehow repositioned itself, its stone eyes now facing a completely different direction.
The chase began without warning. A massive stone figure seemed to move with impossible fluidity, its movements defying the very laws of physics. Marcus ran between displays, heart pounding, watching in disbelief as other statues subtly shifted their positions. The park transformed into a living nightmare, mythological guardians awakening from centuries of stone slumber.
As dawn’s first light began to break, the statues returned to their original positions. Marcus’s hands trembled as he reviewed the security footage – nothing, absolutely nothing showed the supernatural events he’d witnessed. Yet in his pocket, he found small stone fragments – tangible evidence of a night that defied explanation.
The park stood silent, its stone guardians once again motionless, holding their ancient secrets. Marcus knew no one would believe his story – but he also knew what he had experienced was real.
Horror Level:
4 / 5
Categories: Asian Horror, Ghost Stories, Ghost Stories, Supernatural Encounters, Urban Legends
Tags: ghost stories, Haunted Places, Haw Par Villa, night shift, security guard, Singapore haunted, stone statues, supernatural
Religion: Chinese Buddhism
Country of Origin: Singapore
Topic: Haunted Places
Ethnicity: Chinese
