The legend of the Orang Minyak was no mere folktale. It was a chilling narrative that had ominously drifted south from Malaya, whispered in fearful tones across the region. This tale recounted the dark journey of a man who, desperate for power, had struck a diabolical pact with unseen dark forces. In exchange for supernatural abilities such as enhanced strength, the agility to evade capture, the power to become nearly invisible by blending into the shadows, and the eerie ability to transform his appearance into that of a handsome and charming figure, he was bound to commit heinous acts.
Cloaked in black oil, he became a slippery spectre, eluding the grasp of anyone who dared try to stop him. His vile mission: to violate virgins, leaving communities in a state of perpetual fear and vulnerability. In the pivotal year of 1957, this grotesque myth seeped into the stark reality of Singaporean life, transforming the night into a time of unspeakable dread.
As Singapore strived towards a new dawn of political awakening and cultural renaissance, the Orang Minyak haunted the night, becoming a nightmarish paradox that juxtaposed the nation's bright future with the darkest sides of superstition and fear. The stark contrast between day and night in the life of the city-state mirrored its struggle between progress and tradition, science and superstition, casting a long shadow over the community's hopes and dreams.