The night air hung heavy with an unexplained tension as I, Marcus Tan, stepped into the abandoned corridors of Old Changi Hospital. My temporary security job seemed straightforward, but the warnings from my colleagues echoed in my mind like a persistent whisper. The hospital, with its crumbling walls and silent hallways, held secrets that most people would prefer to forget.
Built in 1935 as a British military hospital, these walls had witnessed more horror than most could imagine. During World War II, the Japanese Kempeitai transformed this place into a nightmare of torture and interrogation. The building’s history seemed to seep through its very foundations, creating an atmosphere that made the hair on the back of my neck stand constantly on edge. Every step I took felt like walking through layers of unresolved pain and suffering.
During my routine patrol, something changed. The usual silence was interrupted by the distinct sound of metal trolley wheels rolling across distant corridors. I spun around, flashlight cutting through the darkness, but found nothing – absolutely nothing. The temperature dropped suddenly, sending a chill down my spine that felt more supernatural than natural. In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a nurse in an old-style uniform, her figure translucent and walking directly through a solid wall.
My curiosity drew me towards the former surgical ward, a place that seemed to pulse with an unsettling energy. Wet footprints appeared and disappeared on the tiled floor, leading nowhere and everywhere at once. Distant whispers in Japanese filled the air – sharp commands and muffled screams that seemed to come from another time. The equipment in the abandoned rooms began to move slightly, as if disturbed by an invisible presence.
Suddenly, I found myself trapped in the old operating theatre. The lights flickered erratically, revealing a horrifying scene that shouldn’t exist in the present. A spectral Japanese doctor stood over an invisible operating table, performing a surgery that seemed frozen in time. Surgical instruments began to move on their own, suspended in mid-air, creating a choreography of terror that defied all logical explanation.
Just when I thought I was losing my mind, an elderly Chinese man appeared beside me. His eyes carried the weight of untold stories, and he spoke softly about being a survivor of the Kempeitai’s brutal interrogations. With trembling hands, he offered me ancient prayer beads, explaining that they could protect me from the restless spirits that haunted this place. His presence was both comforting and terrifying – a living connection to the hospital’s dark past.
As dawn approached, I managed to escape, the prayer beads clutched tightly in my hand. Later research confirmed the elderly man’s story, revealing layers of historical trauma that seemed to bleed through time. The hospital was eventually sealed off, but rumors of hauntings continued. Even now, years later, I sometimes drive past Old Changi Hospital, never daring to enter, but always feeling the weight of its unresolved memories.
Horror Level:
4 / 5
References:
Remember Singapore – Changi Hospital History – link
The Straits Times – Old Changi Hospital Archives – link
Categories: Asian Horror, Ghost Stories, Ghost Stories, Historical Hauntings, Personal Encounters, War History
Tags: Asian horror, ghost stories, haunted hospital, Japanese Occupation, Old Changi Hospital, Singapore haunted places, Supernatural Encounters, WWII history
Religion: Buddhism
Country of Origin: Singapore
Topic: Haunted Places
Ethnicity: Chinese
