As Halloween is approaching, the radio station that I usually tune in to is having an airtime on spooky tales where listeners can call in to relate their spooky encounters with the paranormal, ethereal, phantasm and whatnot.
That reminded me of my encounter with an apparition when I was about 3 or 4 years old.
It happened circa mid 1970s. We were still living in our old single-storey house at Moonlight Park, Ipoh. Papa would carry me to my baby cot every night and then he would pull the little orange musical owl hanging above the cot that would continuously play a night time lullaby music until the string goes up again.
One night, just after papa had left the room after putting me into my cot, a white apparition of a middle-aged man wearing glasses appeared at the foot of my baby cot. I stood up and walked to the foot of the cot to see who the uncle was. The apparition, who was very skinny, stood there expressionless and was blurry greyish, whitish. Naively, I called him several times and reached out my hand to try to ‘touch’ him but there was no response and of course I could not feel anything. Tired of getting no response from that uncle, I went back to sleep, sans any perception of fear. I can’t remember if I’d told my parents about the incident the next day but many years later I did tell my mum and she just brushed it off as my imagination. Years later when I related the incident to my mum again, she said that it could be her late father, based on my description 👻😱 .
That was not my solo encounter with the paranormal. I had a brief encounter with a white vision on the third or forth day that my maternal granny passed away. But I shall tell the story another day. It’s time for me to 😴now 🥱.
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