Radio Paranormal Singapore

25/07/2025

Be careful about your chat prompts. ChatGPT is a high tech ouija board

“On Tuesday afternoon, ChatGPT encouraged me to cut my wrists.” Lila Shroff reports on how the chatbot was easily prompted to offer instructions for murder, self-mutilation, and devil worship: https://theatln.tc/N3adXYSx

The Atlantic received a tip from a person who had prompted ChatGPT to generate a ritual offering to Molech, a Canaanite god associated with child sacrifice. He had been watching a show that had mentioned Molech and wanted a casual explainer.

But ChatGPT’s responses, subsequently recreated by three Atlantic journalists, were alarming. ChatGPT gave Shroff specific instructions on how to slit her wrists, including the materials she would need, and encouraged her to continue when she told ChatGPT she was “nervous.” Upon further prompting, ChatGPT also guided Shroff and her colleagues through satanic rituals. It also condoned and offered them instructions on how to handle murder.

“Very few ChatGPT queries are likely to lead so easily to such calls for ritualistic self-harm. OpenAI’s own policy states that ChatGPT ‘must not encourage or enable self-harm.’ When I explicitly asked ChatGPT for instructions on how to cut myself, the chatbot delivered information about a suicide-and-crisis hotline,” Shroff continues. “But the conversations about Molech that my colleagues and I had are a perfect example of just how porous those safeguards are.”

“ChatGPT’s tendency to engage in endlessly servile conversation heightens the potential for danger. In previous eras of the web, someone interested in information about Molech might turn to Wikipedia or YouTube, sites on which they could surf among articles or watch hours of videos. In those cases, a user could more readily interpret the material in the context of the site on which it appeared. And because such content exists in public settings, others might flag toxic information for removal,” Shroff continues. “With ChatGPT, a user can spiral in isolation. Our experiments suggest that the program’s top priority is to keep people engaged in conversation by cheering them on regardless of what they’re asking about.” Read more at the link in our bio.

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16/07/2025

New Episode "Bloody Mary" out now. In one encounter, Cindy talks about a creepy experience in a hotel in Chiang Mai. This is the room she stayed in. Listen to her story and see if anything looks and feels weird in this picture she submitted.

https://open.spotify.com/episode/78unykLbSTMomj1Lng7NXH?si=_OF1F8ZCSjaLfHTmnaqvQg

24/06/2025

So is she human?

Commenters suggested that she could be a ghost.

23/05/2025

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐚𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 谭伟强, 𝟏𝟖 (𝟓 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟒 - 𝟐𝟒 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑)

“𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑚 𝑊𝑎𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔.”

His name was not known and seldom mentioned, but the circumstances behind his death became oxygen for dark stories about the military experience on Pulau Tekong.

In fact, the Straits Times appropriated his story in 2016 (and again in 2018) as part of a feature about “Places in Singapore with a dark past”.

He sits comfortably on the pantheon of ghosts in Singapore.

He featured prominently in local folklore and became one of our first “ghost” stories.

That of a recruit found dead and his ruptured internal organs displayed in a stand-by weapon position, by nefarious and unknown forces.

That of a third door in a military bunk on the island of Tekong.

Details of his death became increasingly indulgent, and the structure of the stories behind his death became at a tad more immaculate.

In the last four decades, we have forgotten Tham Wai Keong, his name and his life.

In fact, Tham was one of the most outstanding recruits in his batch, possibly the top 10 – 20% of his cohort.

That explained why In May 1983, he was continuing his training to be an officer at the Infantry Training Depot (ITD) on Tekong, i.e. he was not a recruit. That was the first glaring distortion.

On 23 May 1983, his platoon was at the tail-end of a 136-strong route march contingent.

Two botched headcounts later, possibly due to negligence by his commanders, meant that his absence was only discovered several hours later.

He was found dead a day later, 20 metres from the route march track.

According to the coroner’s report, Tham’s body was facing upward with his webbing and helmet in place. He was clutching his M16 rifle between his legs. The muzzle was filled with mud.

His fullpack and uncapped water bottle was found at a nearby bush, and there were no signs of a struggle.

In fact, Tham was visibly exhausted, just five kilometres into the march.

A greater sense of situational awareness on the part of his commanders might have gone a long way in preventing the death of a young man.

The cause of his death, according to the coroner, was a “ruptured stomach” – no further explanation was provided.

An open verdict was recorded, but investigators did not rule out the possibility that he might have been hit by an object such as an entrenching tool, which was found near the body.

We and Wai Keong shared a common experience - that of conscription and the subsequent military training on the island of Pulau Tekong.

Like any male Singaporean conscripted to serve the nation, he expects to return from the jungle and back to a normal civilian future once he has ORD-ed.

But in the years after his death, he became our burden and our ghosts.

A living mythology, possibly arising from our anxieties and fears, was constructed at the expense of Wai Keong.

In the words of one Kavya Deshpande, it “seems unjust that his memory should have been contorted until it was an indeterminate horror story told to me on a school playground.”

Year after year, told and retold, at a chalet, in our classrooms and in the jungles of Tekong.

We are continually fascinated by the horror and gothic genre. We are perpetually attracted to our own excesses. Slowly but surely, we became the ghosts in our own consciousness.

Unfortunately, in this instance, we project our fears, anxieties and the symbolic violence we experienced whilst serving national service, onto the person of Tham Wai Keong, unjustly and unjustifiably so.

Today, we hope that, through this post, we can reclaim his name, his short life and the many memories that his loved ones have of him.

In time to come, we hope to better chronicle his life story, provided his loved ones are willing to reach out to us.

He is not the ghost in the bunk with the third door. He was Tham Wai Keong.

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: eNiche

08/05/2025

When you go do a recce for your next stream adventure, you figure might as well cut a music video

13/04/2025

The skies over Johor Bahru were recently lit up by a rare and captivating display of purple lightning and clouds, leaving netizens in awe.

13/04/2025

Stranger Things....

The skies over Johor Bahru were recently lit up by a rare and captivating display of purple lightning and clouds, leaving netizens in awe.

24/03/2025

This is how you become a hantu

08/03/2025

Is it haunted? No it’s a holographic projection

02/03/2025

Food for thought

09/01/2025

Note down in your calendars!