>>>>When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the
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>>>>jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home
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>>>>too late as there won't be any transportation after a
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>>>>certain time.
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>>>>One night, before going home, I ta pao a kueh teow soup for
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>>>>supper. I was late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there
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>>>>was none. I was getting worried as the night was getting
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>>>>darker and darker. So I tried to flag down private vehicles
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>>>>to take me home.
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>>>>There was no one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took
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>>>>compensation on me and stopped to give me a lift. He was a
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>>>>man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his
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>>>>motorbike.
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>>>>On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the
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>>>>temple would look eerily spooky with the dim lights from the
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>>>>candles.
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>>>>At first,
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>>>>the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the temple was
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>>>>approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger and bigger.
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>>>>His kind face turned to a face of anger. He was muttering
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>>>>something loud but was not audible to me. I was so scared
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>>>>that I closed my eyes in order not to see his angry face.
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>>>>Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and
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>>>>then yelled at me.
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>>>>"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can
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>>>>you please move it away???"
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>>>>Ghost Story #2
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>>>>When I was young, I have two friends who were very close to
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>>>>each other. They played with each other everyday. It was
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>>>>like, if you see A, you would see B next to him. They were
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>>>>always together.
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>>>>A loved fried eggs. Whenever he went out for lunch or dinner
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>>>>, without fail, he would ask for fried egg on top of his
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>>>>noodles, fried rice, etc.
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>>>>One day, A involved in an accident and died.
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>>>>B was devastated. B went to the cemetery to pray everyday.
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>>>>He would go
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>>>>to the nearest restaurant and ta pao a box of fried rice
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>>>>with an egg on top to be offered to A when he went to pray
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>>>>to him.
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>>>>The next day, he opened the box and there was no egg inside!
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>>>>B was petrified. He thought, must be A who came and took the
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>>>>fried egg away.
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>>>>The same thing happened the next day and the day after that.
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>>>>B was confused. So, one day, he asked the chef to make the
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>>>>same fried rice with a fried egg again. Then, he went to the
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>>>>cemetery to offer it to A. Curious, he opened the box to
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>>>>check for the egg. He was angry to find that, there was no
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>>>>fried egg in the box after all.
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>>>>Feeling that he had been cheated, he went back to the
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>>>>restaurant and demanded to see the Chef. "Where is the fried
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>>>>egg?? I told you there must be a fried egg inside!! You have
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>>>>cheated me for a few days now! Gimme back my money!!"
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>>>>Then, the Chef got really angry and opened the box - the
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>>>>fried egg was inside the box.
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>>>>The
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>>>>Chef said, "Stupid! You open the box upside down. No wonder
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>>>>you cannot see the egg!!"
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>>>>Ghost Story #3
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>>>>When I was young, I went to town to work with a group of
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>>>>friends during our summer holidays of two months. Being
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>>>>young and away from home for the first time, we drank and
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>>>>smoke like nobody's business.
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>>>>One night, we were pissed drunk and flagged the last bus
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>>>>down to go home.
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>>>>Being tired, we slept in the bus.
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>>>>It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awake by the
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>>>>chilly wind. I was shocked to find that there was no one in
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>>>>the bus, and I was the last passenger. I looked in front to
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>>>>check out for the driver. But the driver was no where in
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>>>>sight. Yet, the bus was moving.
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>>>>I panicked shitless. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I
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>>>>was not dreaming. The night was dark and cold.
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>>>>I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to run as
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>>>>hard as I could to get away.
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>>>>Then I heard someone yelled at me from
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>>>>behind the bus.
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>>>>"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to push the
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>>>>bus!" yelled the bus driver.
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>>>>I saw my other friends helping to push the bus, which broke
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>>>>down while I was asleep.