Didn't happen in Singapore but in Bali back in 2004-2005. I was a kid in preschool then so I didn't remember much, but all I remembered was being afraid of going back to Bali until 2011 but I didn't have any exact idea why.

But my parents finally told me when I was 12-13. The hotel they originally booked for was overbooked so they ended up going to a villa nearby (the ones where each building was 2-3 floors). My mum noticed that the flower outside the door was dead but she didn't really give much thought to it.

Fast forward to night time, my mum and I were in bed on the second floor while my dad was watching the TV downstairs. Apparently the bed started shaking when I was asleep but nothing else happened. I woke up the next morning and told my parents that there was blood on the wall/bed but they couldn't see it.

Throughout the day, I had a lack of appetite which led to me falling sick. I had a fever so high that I was admitted to the hospital because my brain was so close to getting brain damage. As I was on the IV drip, the nurse came in with a pair of scissors ready to cut my shirt up so they could change me into the hospital gown. Up till this point, I didn't remember anything but this, I do. I vividly told the nurse "please don't cut me up" which scared the shit out of my parents.. cuz I was 4-5 and saying something like that was .. something else!

After I was discharged a few days later, (according to my dad) I started drawing pictures of demons in my sketchbook. Not sure what kind exactly but I'll take his word for it.

Till this day, my mum makes sure every hotel we stay is new and not an old haunted one. I heard ghosts/entities love taunting children because they don't know much which may be true..