In 1970,  most Singaporeans placed their faith for fortune through the supernatural.  One ‘modernised’ Singaporean-Indian housing estate agent though, found potential fortune through a lucky find.

A mansion promising a lifetime of wealth from the market. 

But that was blocked by a Singaporean-Chinese grandmother taking care of her 7-year-old orphaned grandson.

“No Ganesh!” was the grandmother’s usual reply. “ When Wei Jie becomes a doctor and gets married, this house will be his. I’ll sleep in the streets if I have to.”

With dreams of millions, Ganesh took action.

A week later, Wei Jie was found dead on his way home from school. Police couldn’t solve it.

Ganesh rubbed his hands as he approached the grandmother. 

Surely promising that gang a share in the profits worked.

“No Ganesh, Wei Jie’s still here.” the grandmother replied.

Over the rest of month, the grandmother heard Wei Jie’s laughter in his bedroom. Bringing joy to her soul.

Until that day when Wei Jie said, “Bye Bye” and never returned.

With a broken heart, the grandmother passed away.

Hearing the news, Ganesh celebrated. His plan of hiring a voice actor and hiding the tape recorder in the bedroom worked.

A year, Ganesh‘s corpse was pulled from the Singapore River. 

Investigations showed the gang was angry that Ganesh failed to sell the house.

Ganesh may know the house, but he forgot the market:

Nobody wanted a house believed to be haunted by a grandmother who would never let go and a child who never received justice.