> >Ghost Story #1 (WOOooooooo....*scary sound*)>
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>When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the jungle. Every
> >night, my mother would ask me not to go home too late as there won't be any
> >transportation after a certain time.
> >> >One night, before going home, I ta pao a kueh teow soup for supper. I was
> >late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there was none. I was getting
> >worried as the night was getting darker and darker. So I tried to flag down
> >private vehicles to take me home. There was no one stopping for me, till
> >one motorcyclist took compensation on me and stopped to give me a lift. He
> >was a man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his
> >motorbike. On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the temple
> >would look eerily spooky with the dim lights from the candles.
> >> >At first, the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the temple was
> >approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger and bigger. His kind face
> >turned to a face of anger. He was muttering something loud but was not
> >audible to me. I was so scared that I closed my eyes in order not to see
> >his angry face. Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and
> >then yelled at me.
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>"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can you please > >move it away???"
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>Ghost Story #2>
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>When I was young, I went to town to work with a group of friends during our
> >summer holidays of two months. Being young and away from home for the first
> >time, we drank and smoke like nobody's business. One night, we were pissed
> >drunk and flagged the last bus down to go home. Being tired, we slept in
> >the bus. It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awake by the chilly
> >wind. I was shocked to find that there was no one in the bus, and I was the
> >last passenger. I looked in front to check out for the driver. But the
> >driver was no where in sight. Yet, the bus was moving. I panicked shitless.
> >I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I was not dreaming. The night was dark
> >and cold. I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to run as hard
> >as I could to get away. Then I heard someone yelled at me from behind the
> >bus.
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>"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to push the bus!" yelled the
> >bus driver. I saw my other friends helping to push the bus, which broke
> >down while I was asleep.
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>ok Thank u
>
Kamsa Hamnida!
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