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    Quote Originally Posted by Golgotha View Post
    Does that mean that all cinemas regardless of which country it is in got to observed this rule or it only applies to cinemas in predominantly Chinese culture?
    i think this rule does not apply to cinemas, but those chinese opera of old. i work in cinema b4 oso, if no 1 bought any tix to tt movie it will b shut off. ghost or no ghost.

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    I guess people are just bored and ghost stories happen to provide suspense and excitement..

    cant agree more on tis. some will seek "it" out jus for thrills.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Golgotha View Post
    Does that mean that all cinemas regardless of which country it is in got to observed this rule or it only applies to cinemas in predominantly Chinese culture?
    there is... ask any cinema manager.

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    I had went to such "Medium Sessions" when I was young. 12yrs or 15yrs I forget liaoz.

    What was the most memorable was the extremely long time that I had to stand and the temple medium spoke in a child-like voice, wearing a red child-like apron his hand resting on ball of spikes (yes, sharp spikes, no shiat). He was speaking in Hokkien or some dialect that I couldn't understand 10% of it. My faintest recollection was that the deity that probably possessed the medium was that of a Child God (not very sure who).

    Anyway, too young to know abt those kinda things in the past. My most recent recollection with such spiritual stuff was when my parents bought me to see a fortune teller who gave me a look and immediately told my parents that he would not see my fortune, no matter what. In the end, it was a wasted trip.

    Recently brought this up to my Mum and she said probably the fortune teller saw something in me that he would probably have his life shaved off if he mentioned abt it. Oh well. I had donated blood platlets to a parent of my former school stricken with cancer, he died 3 days later after receiving my blood platlets. I'm THAT SWAY I suppose. Din wanna donate anything anymore liaoz. Dun wanna be an agent of death anymore.
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    hi everyone,

    i've been reading this thread since yesterday. pretty captivating and good activity for break while doing work

    here's a story to share, it was during my bmt phase in Tekong.

    Bravo platoon 2, dec15 1999 intake

    it was a usual night for us to scramble around the bunk after lights out when the sgts have done their patrol. we will always sneak up from our beds like mice in the dark to feast on snacks.

    can't recall if that was a heavy activity day or what but it was something like before the bookout prior to CNY. we slept as usual after our "cat and mice" game and in the middle of the night, my bunkmate sleeping opp my bed heard a loud metallic sound like someone closing hard on the locker. that locker was his buddy's, right next to him. it woke me and most of the bunk up. then he called his buddy "eh buddy buddy, you heard that sound or not?" (in hokkien, we were mixed intake) then his buddy who is the koon shin (sleeping god)think heard it too. while we were wondering what happened, i felt this sudden gust of really cold wind brushing through the window (i was 2nd bed to the window facing the main road where the other side is the jungle). by this time, the whole bunk is up, discussing this. Can't recall if we told the COS immed or what but we went back to sleep.

    can't recall if we spoke to the other sections at that night (we were in sect 4)

    next morning, section 2 folks told us that one of them saw a person squatting in the middle of the bunk (there should be a table in the middle of the bunk). right in the centre, holding his knees to the chest with the face down..can't recall if that person squatting raised his head to look at whoever spotted him.. there was something else about the bunk but i can't recall, it's quite bizzare also. we were discussing this over breakfast and then feedback to sgt, pc and oc. oc told us not to worry as they will arrange for medium to cleanse the place. nobody probed the matter further.

    after we returned from our cny break, no more of such incidents. but i will never forget that slam of the locker and the chilly wind...

    despite being room temp here, i feel cold now.. ok back to work....

    if there's anyone in platoon 2 during that phase and happen to be on this forum, do feel free to add on to the post..


    as for CGH, i heard a lot about it being dirty and was advised to avoid it at all costs..
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    Quote Originally Posted by raincool2005 View Post
    there is... ask any cinema manager.
    definately not d 1 i worked for.

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    Quote Originally Posted by raincool2005 View Post
    hi, just a word of advise and some thoughts.

    sometimes..... it is better not to think, talk or mention about supernatural things " too often ", live a normal life that is happy and carefree...

    when a person kept talking and talking about it, it seems the person will tend to encounter what he or she has been talking about it. In the end, the topic has actually become a real thing in that person's life.

    if u look at people outside, do they encounter such so often as some do ? are they really concerned about such all the time ? they are smiling and shopping...

    I guess people are just bored and ghost stories happen to provide suspense and excitement..

    I always skip the topic of "I'm poor" and dun want to talk about "I'm poor" and pretend that I 'm rich and live happily

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    Quote Originally Posted by afbug View Post
    I've heard of the tunnel too but i think its classified.

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    Have you ever been alone at night
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    And turned around and no-one's there ?
    And as you quicken up your pace
    You find it hard to look again
    Because you're sure there's someone there
    I am more afraid of robber or rapist than ghosts

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    Here's another which I heard from one of my girl friends. She used to be an Air Force regular. In the course of her duty, she would need to walk through a tunnel (can't remember why she has to walk thru the tunnel), but anyway, it's a regular routine and on several occasions when she was on night duty, she heard footsteps of soldiers marching when she was walking through the tunnel. When she turn around, there's wasn't anything. There was once, she was walking through the tunnel again while doing her night duty and this time round, she could hear not only footsteps of soldiers marching but some commands in Japanese too.

    She's not the only one who had heard them, all her other colleagues have experienced that too.
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    Hi jsbn,

    How long ago was this ?
    8yrs ago.

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    Quote Originally Posted by jsbn View Post
    8yrs ago.

    1st & last blood platelet donation.
    Hi jsbn,

    Sorry for the question. I thought it may have been recent and why you were unhappy recently.

    Please excuse my asking.

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    share this army story of mine.

    During my younger days when I was still a secondary student I stayed in Bukit Merah area which has a lot of Chinese temple activities most of the time. I was a member of the Singapore Boy's Brigade and therefore I was required to attend church service on every Sunday. Not only that, because my English was weaker, I chose bible study as my religion subject in school so that I could improve my English with more English lesson. Despite my rojak religious environment I never take religion seriously. Beside going to school, I spent most of my time with a group of pig friends dog mates 猪朋狗友. One of my dog mate was Jack, his home is a Chinese temple and his father is a medium. Sometimes when his temple needed manpower to play drum, we would be mobilized to take up the role. Among us, there were muslim and catholic friends but they won't really care. We were all doing it only out of fun and for companionship.

    I'm closer to Jack because we attended the same secondary school. Because of his family back ground, Jack can see, hear and feel spiritual around him. He knew I can't and therefore he never want to frighten me and would only tell me after we were away from the scene. I remember one incident happened inside the lift of his flat. Jack and I were on our way to his home after school to fold incense papers for his temple's festival. Just when we were walking out of the lift, jack asked “did you see something?” I replied “see what?” Jack whispered this in my ear while walking towards his home “a man wearing a white long sleeve shirt standing at the rear of the lift looking on the floor.” Hmmm…I don't remember seeing anyone inside the lift beside both of us. Anyway, I dare not to use that lift when I was going back from Jack's home that night and I never use it alone again.

    Coincidentally, Jack and I were enlisted to the same unit, same platoon and sharing the same bunk in the army. Our unit was 30th SCE and it was located in the Khatib Camp in Yishun before the unit was moved to Jurong later. Discipline was highly demanded even when we were just a recruit because we would be trained to handle explosive after we passed-out. And because of our tough training we were going through during the day, all the recruits were required to attend water parade, putting a mug full of plain water into our stomach before we go to bed. This is to prevent us from getting dehydration from the tough training the next day. However, due to the mug of water, we usually have to wake up in the middle of the night for the toilet. Because of our tough disciplinary training, we were not allowed to walk in the unit. We must jog to make us move with sense of urgency. Not only that, we were required to greet and ask permission before we passed every officer or corporal on our way. So one morning, as usual, i woke up in the middle of my sleep dragging my tired feet jogging toward the damn bloody far toilet situated right at the far end of the corridor. I passed through many other dark bunks with only sound of pig's snoring like an orchestra along the corridor before I realized I came to an officer wearing a white shirt standing outside a bunk with his back facing me. Although I was very tight at that time, I still managed to stop to greet him and asked for permission to pass-by. He remain silent, no answer from him and he remain facing at the glass vision panel on the bunk's door. I thought since he is not looking at me, why not I just run across him and most likely he won't know was me. So, to save some time for sleeping, I simply run acrossed and went for my business. Few minutes later when I came out, he was gone from a long corridor that has only an exit staircase beside the toilet I was using. But I don't remember I hear any foot step sound walking past the toilet while I was using. But anyway, I was too tired with the training and anything imaginative would not crossed my mind then. I thought - Whew! Lucky that the officer did not wait for me outside, if not I might be punished for not asking for permission to pass-by him.

    The next day, while we were having a short break in between training out in the field, I broke the incident I came acrossed in the morning to my platoon mates. I said “hey hey, you guys better watch-out, I saw an officer standing outside section one's bunk trying to catch some monkeys smoking when I was going to the toilet this morning”. Our conversation was later over heard by a corporal who was quite closed to us. He asked me “did you remember any of our white shirts in our unit has no logo?” Yes, all of our unit t-shirt comes with a polar bear logo behind except the one I saw this morning. Now, the corporal reminded me something. The corporal must have known something we don't know. What the hell, how am I going to release my water from my bladder this morning after hearing this!!!!???

    As usual, we went to bed after the water parade. But tonight, I have a deal with Jack, I will wake him up to go with me if I got the call from my bladder in the morning. I scare mah! So that morning, I wake him up to attend the call with me. The sound of pig's snoring was business as usual but the officer in white shirt was not there. Anyway, this was going on for the next few days without anything strange happened.

    One Sunday evening, while we were gathering around a table in our bunk after we had tidy up our cupboard from the weekend break. Jack suggested something very constructive. He suggested that we play - plate on the paper game ‘Die Xian’ 碟仙 inside the bunk to see if spiritual really exists in our company. Everyone in the platoon knows the background of Jack because sometime Jack ask to excuse for attending urgent matter in his temple (Geng One lah). We were not prepared for the game in advance therefore we didn't prepare an original ‘Die Xian’ 碟仙 from the Chinese book store. However, we use a 50 cents coin and a piece of plain paper to draft words from A - Z and numbers 0 – 9 onto it. We have at least about 20 platoon mates inside our bunk now but only 4 players were required for the game. Jack, me, Ken and an Indian name Kuma. All 4 of us placed our middle finger on the 50 cents coin. We were then instructed by Jack to read our name out one by one while moving the coin with our fingers onto it in circular motion on the plain paper. After 4 of us had read out our name, Jack asked the first question. He asked “any soul around – 有灵魂在吗 ?” The coin went round and round and suddenly it stopped at 2. Everybody start cursing at each other for moving the coin intentionally. Well whether was intentionally or not, nobody know but one thing for sure is Jack started to hear foot steps sound coming toward our direction but never reached. I was told by Jack later after the game that the sound of the foot step he heard was very strange. Why strange? Because it was sound of someone walking with a pair of boots, army boots! Who would wear an army boots on a Sunday evening? No, everyone was wearing slippers when we were playing that game in our bunk. With the unusual silent from all the spectators eyeing on the coin plus the weird questions, it does attribute some spooky atmosphere in the bunk. The second question Jack asked “Male or female?” The coin moved to - male. Jack asked “How old are u?” The coin moved to – B. Jack asked “What is your name?” The coin moved a round and come back to – B again. This thing went on with irrelevant answers for awhile before we decided to call off the game. By the way, up to this point we were not told of any strange thing from any of our senior pertaining to our unit. So, whether was there a spirit or 2 spirits was still a question mark to me and Jack. But Jack was convinced that there is at least a spirit in our company judging from the foot steps sound he heard earlier. So, Jack decided to make his own investigation. His own because I would not followed.

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    Quote Originally Posted by yeobt View Post
    share this army story of mine.

    During my younger days when I was still a secondary student I stayed in Bukit Merah area which has a lot of Chinese temple activities most of the time. I was a member of the Singapore Boy's Brigade and therefore I was required to attend church service on every Sunday. Not only that, because my English was weaker, I chose bible study as my religion subject in school so that I could improve my English with more English lesson. Despite my rojak religious environment I never take religion seriously. Beside going to school, I spent most of my time with a group of pig friends dog mates 猪朋狗友. One of my dog mate was Jack, his home is a Chinese temple and his father is a medium. Sometimes when his temple needed manpower to play drum, we would be mobilized to take up the role. Among us, there were muslim and catholic friends but they won't really care. We were all doing it only out of fun and for companionship.

    I'm closer to Jack because we attended the same secondary school. Because of his family back ground, Jack can see, hear and feel spiritual around him. He knew I can't and therefore he never want to frighten me and would only tell me after we were away from the scene. I remember one incident happened inside the lift of his flat. Jack and I were on our way to his home after school to fold incense papers for his temple's festival. Just when we were walking out of the lift, jack asked “did you see something?” I replied “see what?” Jack whispered this in my ear while walking towards his home “a man wearing a white long sleeve shirt standing at the rear of the lift looking on the floor.” Hmmm…I don't remember seeing anyone inside the lift beside both of us. Anyway, I dare not to use that lift when I was going back from Jack's home that night and I never use it alone again.

    Coincidentally, Jack and I were enlisted to the same unit, same platoon and sharing the same bunk in the army. Our unit was 30th SCE and it was located in the Khatib Camp in Yishun before the unit was moved to Jurong later. Discipline was highly demanded even when we were just a recruit because we would be trained to handle explosive after we passed-out. And because of our tough training we were going through during the day, all the recruits were required to attend water parade, putting a mug full of plain water into our stomach before we go to bed. This is to prevent us from getting dehydration from the tough training the next day. However, due to the mug of water, we usually have to wake up in the middle of the night for the toilet. Because of our tough disciplinary training, we were not allowed to walk in the unit. We must jog to make us move with sense of urgency. Not only that, we were required to greet and ask permission before we passed every officer or corporal on our way. So one morning, as usual, i woke up in the middle of my sleep dragging my tired feet jogging toward the damn bloody far toilet situated right at the far end of the corridor. I passed through many other dark bunks with only sound of pig's snoring like an orchestra along the corridor before I realized I came to an officer wearing a white shirt standing outside a bunk with his back facing me. Although I was very tight at that time, I still managed to stop to greet him and asked for permission to pass-by. He remain silent, no answer from him and he remain facing at the glass vision panel on the bunk's door. I thought since he is not looking at me, why not I just run across him and most likely he won't know was me. So, to save some time for sleeping, I simply run acrossed and went for my business. Few minutes later when I came out, he was gone from a long corridor that has only an exit staircase beside the toilet I was using. But I don't remember I hear any foot step sound walking past the toilet while I was using. But anyway, I was too tired with the training and anything imaginative would not crossed my mind then. I thought - Whew! Lucky that the officer did not wait for me outside, if not I might be punished for not asking for permission to pass-by him.

    The next day, while we were having a short break in between training out in the field, I broke the incident I came acrossed in the morning to my platoon mates. I said “hey hey, you guys better watch-out, I saw an officer standing outside section one's bunk trying to catch some monkeys smoking when I was going to the toilet this morning”. Our conversation was later over heard by a corporal who was quite closed to us. He asked me “did you remember any of our white shirts in our unit has no logo?” Yes, all of our unit t-shirt comes with a polar bear logo behind except the one I saw this morning. Now, the corporal reminded me something. The corporal must have known something we don't know. What the hell, how am I going to release my water from my bladder this morning after hearing this!!!!???

    As usual, we went to bed after the water parade. But tonight, I have a deal with Jack, I will wake him up to go with me if I got the call from my bladder in the morning. I scare mah! So that morning, I wake him up to attend the call with me. The sound of pig's snoring was business as usual but the officer in white shirt was not there. Anyway, this was going on for the next few days without anything strange happened.

    One Sunday evening, while we were gathering around a table in our bunk after we had tidy up our cupboard from the weekend break. Jack suggested something very constructive. He suggested that we play - plate on the paper game ‘Die Xian’ 碟仙 inside the bunk to see if spiritual really exists in our company. Everyone in the platoon knows the background of Jack because sometime Jack ask to excuse for attending urgent matter in his temple (Geng One lah). We were not prepared for the game in advance therefore we didn't prepare an original ‘Die Xian’ 碟仙 from the Chinese book store. However, we use a 50 cents coin and a piece of plain paper to draft words from A - Z and numbers 0 – 9 onto it. We have at least about 20 platoon mates inside our bunk now but only 4 players were required for the game. Jack, me, Ken and an Indian name Kuma. All 4 of us placed our middle finger on the 50 cents coin. We were then instructed by Jack to read our name out one by one while moving the coin with our fingers onto it in circular motion on the plain paper. After 4 of us had read out our name, Jack asked the first question. He asked “any soul around – 有灵魂在吗 ?” The coin went round and round and suddenly it stopped at 2. Everybody start cursing at each other for moving the coin intentionally. Well whether was intentionally or not, nobody know but one thing for sure is Jack started to hear foot steps sound coming toward our direction but never reached. I was told by Jack later after the game that the sound of the foot step he heard was very strange. Why strange? Because it was sound of someone walking with a pair of boots, army boots! Who would wear an army boots on a Sunday evening? No, everyone was wearing slippers when we were playing that game in our bunk. With the unusual silent from all the spectators eyeing on the coin plus the weird questions, it does attribute some spooky atmosphere in the bunk. The second question Jack asked “Male or female?” The coin moved to - male. Jack asked “How old are u?” The coin moved to – B. Jack asked “What is your name?” The coin moved a round and come back to – B again. This thing went on with irrelevant answers for awhile before we decided to call off the game. By the way, up to this point we were not told of any strange thing from any of our senior pertaining to our unit. So, whether was there a spirit or 2 spirits was still a question mark to me and Jack. But Jack was convinced that there is at least a spirit in our company judging from the foot steps sound he heard earlier. So, Jack decided to make his own investigation. His own because I would not followed.

    to be cont...
    Hey, I read your blog....scary... but interesting. The pix of the "thing" is really scary. ok, can continue the story now?

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    Anyway, the whole thing came to light after Jack met face to face with the spirit in the toilet that morning. Jack is a season ghost hunter and he believe doing thing like this is to help clear the resentment from a soul and is considered doing a good deed and since he is one of the few that can be closer to the spirits, he chose not to hide but extend his helping hand to the lost soul if he is needed. Well, the following was what happened to Jack on that fateful morning.

    Although all of us have gone back to our own bed after the game, Jack's mind was still lingering with the moment of the boot's step sound. Just when he was about to take-off to his dreamland, he heard someone moaning very softly from outside the bunk. He walked out of the bunk to check the sound. He noticed that the sound was coming from the direction of the toilet. He walked along the dark corridor towards the toilet unarmed. He saw a man in white shirt with his back facing him standing at the corner inside the toilet. Jack walked to him and starts talking to him. Anyway, Jack already knew who he is at this point. Jack was told that he has no food, no shirt and has no ‘money’ to use. So, out of sympathy and goodwill, Jack promised him that we will do something for him if only the unit allowed us to do our prayer inside the camp. And Jack also asked him not to come back after he got what he wanted.

    Well, this piece of news was spread very fast like a SARS in our unit the next morning. Even officers from the other company came to see Jack for interview. Why? Because there was actually an accident happened to a man from Bravo Company about a year ago before our enlistment. Anyone from Bravo in 1985 – 1987 should know the story very well. I was from Charlie company. Remember the ‘Die Xian’ 碟仙 ? The coin was stopped twice at – B and once at 2? B is Bravo and 2 is the floor level for Bravo Company. Coincident or what, i dont know, you make your own judgment. Anyway, before Bravo Company go ORD, they were mobilized to take part in one of the few major exercises and it was to build a Battalion Command Post out in the field over night. Although excavators were used to do the dredger of the post but many other things which couldn't be reached by the machine would have to be done by men. The fatal accident happened after the end of exercise when all the soldiers were already very exhausted with the training and the restless night in the next morning. Some of the soldiers were happily resting inside the already done 12 feet deep BCP while waiting for their breakfast that morning, one of the excavator operator had his breakfast before the other and thus he went and start his machine thinking that he can finish his job earlier so that he can rest earlier. He used his machine to doze a pile of soil into the BCP without first checking if any soldier inside. Unfortunately, 2 soldiers were dozing off below that spot. They were buddies. One was awaken by the small falling stones before the pile of soil and managed to jump out. He tried to pull his buddy by the SBO but was too late. His buddy was covered completely from the pile of soil. Everybody there starts using their hands to remove the covered soil furiously. By the time he was pulled out, he had died from suffocation inside the soil. This piece of news was been published on the news paper sometime in 1987.

    Anyway, whether the spirit that Jack last spoken to in our toilet was that the Bravo man or not, no one know. And we would never know because we never see him again after we had done the prayer for him inside the camp. And Jack is still my good friend and for your info, he is a medium now.

    thx for reading...

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    Nice story. You can compile all your stories and publish a book liao. Like True Singapore ghost stories by Russell Lee. But yours more real. R.L ones are crap.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Max 2.8 View Post
    Nice story. You can compile all your stories and publish a book liao. Like True Singapore ghost stories by Russell Lee. But yours more real. R.L ones are crap.
    thx for your compliments.
    if i can write better english. but my english is crap.

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    Quote Originally Posted by yeobt View Post
    thx for your compliments.
    if i can write better english. but my english is crap.
    you can compile them and ask the publisher to write.

    Anyway, please share more stories with us, when you have more.

    Thanks

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    More, Bro yeobt!

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    wah yeobt ones are exciting!

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    Last year, I was in charged of a school camp in my secondary school.

    It was a small camp, so we had three groups, me, a female student(call her Ay) and another male student had our own students to look after.

    It was about 7pm when three of us brought our respective groups around the school. I choose not to walk around, but to sit at a corner (2nd level) while chatting with my group. While doing so, I heard loud screams, and I looked right below, and saw a few female students screaming while the Ay was laughing her head off. I asked, why? The screaming students said that Ay told them that if they were to look in the mirror nearby and the pond, they would see an extra head. I told them to stop, and they did.

    After the 'tour' around school, my group and the other male student assembled, and waited for Ay's team to come back. She was running late, so I called her cell, but I couldn’t get through. Other students called her too, but couldn't get through.

    So the Teacher IC asked me and another student to look for them. We walked to the second level, calling her. Where we walked, we must pass by the staff room, then the lift(which at level 1 was the garden) then the classrooms. We walked until the classroom calling for her and her team, but there was no respond.

    While calling her and stuff, I could hear those who were assembled calling her too. But still no response. We turned back, and went back to the assembly area, and found Ay’s group reaching too!

    I was rather frustrated, and at the end of the day, I called Ay, and asked her what happened?

    She said that all the while, she was at the garden! I asked, why didn’t she hear me calling her name? She said she don’t know, and swore that she was at the garden the whole time. I asked why we couldn’t contact her. She also said that there was no reception. But the garden was open air!

    I don’t know if this is relevant, but I heard from my team members that while I was calling out for Ay’s team, they heard some replies, but I didn’t, and I was right above where they were.

    After that, there were further problems for the rest of camp.

    While there are stories of certain places in school being haunted, this is the first time I ever heard of the garden being.....
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