Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 08:51:50 -0700 (PDT)
story My mother died when I was about 2 months old. I was raised by my grandmother (paternal) in a small house. For many years we slept side by side in twin beds. One night when I was about 3 years old, I awoke and saw a woman standing in the doorway in a white dress looking at me. I am told that I said something like, “Moma (this is what I call my grandmother), who’s that lady?” My grandmother says she really did not open her eyes. She just said “What?” I replied, “That lady in the door.” “You’re dreaming,” she said, “go back to sleep.” I barely remember the incident fully, just the sight I saw. I never knew until many years later what my grandmother, upon reflecting upon it the next morning, suspected. She says that she questioned me closely and that I seemed to be describing an angel. I did not says this, she says. What I said was that the lady was wearing a “marry dress.” This was my childish way of saying wedding dress. It was then that my grandmother beca! ! me convinced and I cannot disprove it, that the woman I saw was my mother. I was not told until a few years ago that because my family was poor and could not afford a new long sleeved dress in which to bury her, they buried her in the only long-sleeved dress she had (this to cover the needle marks from her many shots and I.V. marks.) My mother was buried in her wedding dress.
Date: Sat, 29 Aug 1998 14:02:49 -0700 (PDT)
story I was sitting at my dad’s laptop in the basement one night during the school year last year. Believe it or not I was on this site. Anyway, I suddenly heard some clunking and clicking noises coming from the stairs. Both staircases (Basement and the ones that lead upstairs) are right above each other, so I thought it was someone like my brother coming down to check on me or something like that. So, I turned and spoke, but I saw only a faint, flickery transparent-brown outline of a tan cocker spaniel slowly bounding down the stairs. Instantly, I recognized him as Teddy, my dog who had died 2 years before. After a few seconds, he disappeared behind the second post, but I could still feel cold spots in the room. So far, I have no idea why he would have come back. He had never ever been downstairs for his entire life (4 years), so why he was there is still a mystery to me. Oh. His favorite spot by the door is where he is most of the time, because I always feel a presence, and I feel colds spots there. After running upstairs, I can feel and sometimes hear him running up after me. Once I get over the gate, though, I feel safe again. The gate is one of those baby gates designed to keep toddlers from falling down the stairs. Very strange.
Date: Wed, 12 Aug 1998 13:51:37 -0700 (PDT)
story Two years ago me and my family went on vacation in louisiana .We visited New Orleans and saw all the haunted houses in the area.Because my mom is a ghosts fan. on our way back we stopped at the myrtles plantation to go on the tour .well I am a ghosts fan myself so I wanted to go in their before any one else in the tour.As soon as I walked in their a calm feeling swepped over me and i felt very safe. as I walked through the house I saw a mirror it had to hand prints on it they looked likea childrens hand print the weirdest thing about this is that nobody had been in the house until we we were their because we were the first tour. so I walked some more into the house and came across a bed room I opened up the door and walked in it was very pretty inside.the wallpaper was gold the fire place was gold the bed was very big and it had a oak finish on it .I looked around for a little bit longer and walked out of their shutting the door as I left. Then we went on our tour we wa! ! ked by the mirror the hand prints were’nt their anymore I asked the tour guide if anybody had come in the house and cleaned while i was in their she said no.I thought to myself that’s odd why did I see handprints in the mirror?Then the tour started back up again so we walked aond the house and we were just about to go into the gold room when I told my mom about how pretty this next room was so when we got ther the door was standing wide open and I thought to myself I thought I closed that door when we walked in the room it was green! every thing in the room was green even the wallpaper their wasn’t a fire place and the bed the bed was so small my cokerspaniel probably couldn’t fit on it. the room was tottaly diffrent then it was earlier. It was spooky on my way home i told my mom what had happened she didnt believe me but i knew something was going on in their. I havent been back since.
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 11:11:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: ?? (please contact Obiwan if you are the author)
story Hello, I am writing this story because I feel like someone should know. My family lives out in the country. We live around the battle site of Pea Ridge.( the famous battle in the civil war.)That is the background so let me tell you the story……. It all started when we moved into our house that was about 1984,(I was 4 at the time.)when we moved in every time my dad would put a box down, it would pick itself up.and put itself neatly in the corner.At first we were freaked out but then we got used to it.We were even happy and called the ghost our little helper.when we were completely moved in and settled down the ghost settled down.Then my dad died and my family was in deep depression.(my mom the most) Then the ghost started up again.In the middle of the night he would walk up and down the stairs slamming doors that were open and opening doors that were shut. It would scare the hell out of all of us.Then we got used to it.When we got used to it the ghosts started comin! ! g in our rooms and pull the sheets off of us and he even sat on my mom’s head!! but thats not all we would sit things down and walk into the next room he would pick them up and go hide them! one case in particularly My mom was doing her taxes one day.(she was in the living room at the time)she got up to get a drink of water when she came back everything was out of order and thrown all over the place. My mom had to put everey thing back in order and that took her forever to do. I can’t remember my mom ever being so mad in my life then she ordered the preacher of our church to come and banish the ghost out. When that didn’t work my mom brought a phsycic over to hold a seance I wasn’t allowed in but my aunt gail,uncle larry,carlis (my mom’s boyfriend at the time.)and my sister lesley. I have no idea what happened their that night but the next morning we moved I am now living in south arkansas and have been liing their ever since then. My mom never told me what happened that nigh! ! t but if she does I’LL let you no about it.
Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1998 19:46:24 -0700 (PDT)
I am only 16 years old but I wanted to share my experiences on my grandpa. My grandpa was shot and ed on Valentines day in 1985. It was very devistating for the family. Years passed but we never forgot him.
Last year, on Valentines day, My dad and I went out to eat at a nice restaurant right over the ocean. We began to talk obout grandpa and about how he would always be with us in spirit. Just as my dad said that, the window next to us blew open and a gust of wind hit our faces. The manager came over and asked us how it happened. Apperantly the windows were well bolted and welded shut and this had never happened before. It was wierd, but I was not scared a bit.
When we got home that night, my dad and I were watching televison. All of the sudden, we quickly jurked our heads in the same direction. We had seen a white light jump from my room to my brothers room. We knew it was grandpa just checking up on us. Occasionally we still see a white light jumping from room to room and we all just say “Hi Grandpa!”
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 1998 16:10:30 -0700 (PDT)
I have over my 44 years seen a number of things I could not account for , my most recent ones were,
A couple of months ago I went for the first time into a hall of memory , as I entered the door , I felt a very strange kind of sadness come over me, which I attributed to the poppies all over the walls. Itook a step forward into the room and was halted by a soldier at the far end of the room .Hewasdressed in WW1 uniform with blood over one shoulder . He looked at me and shouted at me to get out. I felt that he was so angry that he might hurt me, so I left .I haven’t been back yet to try to talk to him but I will .
My other story was sometime ago, iwas in a pub with a group of friends sitting in a semi circle around a fire , it was as all the stories go dark and winter. We were having a good night out and we started to tell ghost stories to each other . We had been doing this for about half an hour , Iwas listening to a woman and then out of the corner of my eye Isaw an old man standing just outside the ring . Then he just walked past us all through the middle and over to a bench in the corner. I seemed to be the only person to see him , but one of the men who he had walked past shuddered. someone else put the fire on and said that she felt cold . Iasked who the man was , but everyone thought I was just trying to frighten them . The man just seemed to be sitting on a bench a little higher than the one I could see and smoking a pipe . I could see the pipe but not smell it.
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1998 23:58:14 -0700 (PDT)
story I had 2 experiences when I was younger (about 10 years old) that I have never been able to explain. Both occurred while I was in bed so I have always put them down to being half asleep.
Anyway, the first time I was lying on my side facing the wall and all of a sudden I felt a large hold on my shoulder from behind. It was holding me hard, it wasn’t trying to hold me down, it just felt like it didn’t want to me to go. I turned around thinking it was my Dad checking on me and there was no one there.
The other thing that happened is that I remember waking in the middle of the night and seeing an apparition of an old lady hovering 2 feet off the ground, and she was looking in my sister’s doorway (my bed faced into the hallway). This was not someone I recognise from any photographs of our family, and my family built our house in the 50’s and there is no history attached. Once again, this lady was more of a reassurance and I was not scared. It was like a mother looking in rooms to make sure everyonw is OK.
Like I said, I have always put this down to being half asleep and probably was but if anyone has any other opinion, please let me know.
Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1998 21:44:28 EDT
I feel I need my story to people who will believe me. This has been nagging at me for so many years.
I grew up in a house in Allentown, PA, my parents still live there, that is occupied by a ghost. Laru, who was shot and killed by her son in 1966, has only made her presence to me two times in my life and i lived there for 25+years. She was more known to my parents and my older sister, maybe she thought she would scare me(?). My mom and dad were friends with the family, and Laru used to babysit my sister. My mother was pregnant with me when she was murdered, we lived two blocks away at the time. We moved in sometime in the summer of ’66 after I was born in April. To keep it brief, and to see if you want the whole tale, I’ll narrow the sightings and occurences down. She first appeared not in shape but by mischevious actions… unplugging the refrigerator, flushing the toilet, knick knacks that were on tables and shelves would fly off and smash on the floor. A crucifix on my parents bedroom wall used to swing back and forth and you can see the groove in the wall to this day. When she did appear, it was always by a window, on any floor of the house. My mom and her friend saw her at the living room window, my dad upstairs…. Many witnesses to this. When I saw her, I was Ithink about 21 years old. I was sleeping and suddenly woke up. There was a woman standing at the bottom of my bed, her back was turned to me, and she was at the window. It was a white shape, solid, and then it was gone. Didn’t vapor away, was just like POOF gone. I though to myself, well i finally saw her, and went back to sleep, not scared at all. i told my mother in the morning that I thought I saw Laru, and she smiled and looked ath the calendar, and said this was the day she died. Psychics had been called to the house when I was a child, unbeknowst to me, and they were told that yes there was a woman there, died violently, meant no harm to us, just wanted to watch us. Trust me! If you knew my family you would know I am sspeaking the thruth. If you want to hear an in depth account, not in mail form, e mail me, I would love to finally be able to tell the story. Thanks Colleen Reese
Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 15:09:55 -0700 (PDT)
story I was at a friends house that evening, he stopped sleeping there about 2 days ago because he said he’d seen spirits and things were moving around the house.
I didn’t believe him, but that night something happend that really frightend me, We were sitting in the living room when suddenly one of the candleholder bursted into two pieces, the edges of the glass were perfectly smooth, then we heard a loud banging and scraping in the kitchen when we went to look a tin of catfood that was standing on the sink fell down on the floor, when i turned away to go back to the livingroom i looked into the mirror and i saw a figure standing in between us, I couldn’t see if it was a man or a woman, because it was all blurry and transparent, This really frightend me and we haven’t been into the house for a week now.
Did anybody have an experience like this, please mail me
Date: Sun, 23 Aug 1998 18:25:41 -0700 (PDT)
story I have always felt as though sometimes there is someone with me in my bedroom, and earlier this year experienced it again. My house was built by my parents and as far as I know the land has no history accounted with it.
So I begin. It was the middle of the day and I was half asleep in my bed. The strangest thing is that whenever I have felt things, good or bad, I am always half asleep so have always put it down to dreaming. Anyway, as I said I thought I was dreaming about a man, well more of an apparition of a man, who would not leave my room and I kept telling him to go. I know at some point I was dreaming because he was following me through my house, unless I was sleepwalking, which I did do as a child. By the way, everything in this story happened during the day. (I was just having a nap). So this man would not leave, until eventually I just got tired of hime and rolled over. Like I said, the whole time I think (or thought) I was dreaming.
About 30 minutes after I woke up I decided to go to a friend’s place. He was sitting there watching TV so I thought I would relate my weird dream. About a minute after I had started, the TV turned off. There was no power blackout and the remote control was sitting on the table. He just kind of looked at me strangely and said “That has never happened before”. I just kind of laughed and put it down to a freaky coincidence. Then I proceeded to go on with the supposed dream. No less than 30 seconds later the TV turned off again. My friend was really freaked out by now and thought that we shouldn’t talk about it anymore.
What I want answers with, is that I read elsewhere in here that if you talk aloud about an evil spirit, it invites it into your home. Had I invited whatever was with me into my friend’s place, and where did it come from in the first place? I have never invited any spirits or anything like that into my home or to speak to me, so why do I feel them? Any thoughts, comments would be most appreciated, even if it can explain it all away. My e-mail address is email@example.com.
Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 10:58:33 -0700 (PDT)
yourname Brian G.
story Shadow man.
The ghost I’ve experienced is the shadow man. It wasn’t bad, it just was a shadow. Every night, it would walk by my room, on the hallway wall to the bathroom. It didn’t lead to anything, it just was on the wall. Also, I could hear it walking up the stairs since it was wooden. Another thing, sometimes in the middle of the night, the TV would turn on with the sound at full blast for no reason. And once, we had this shelf with all these little clay animals on it and one time all the clay objects started floating in the air, moved out about 2 feet away from the shelf, and just fell to the floor.
Most of the clay object were shattered, but a few I still have. It was weird. I wasn’t scared or nervous, but I had this strange feeling that I can’t explain.
I just have to say that it was relaxing.
Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 15:09:48 -0700 (PDT)
I really can’t remember the exact time of the incident, all I know is that my son was about 15 or 16 months old. The year was 1973. I had an uncle who played professional football . Chuck was my mentor while growing up. always there to protect me from the older bullies. I may be a girl, but I was quite the tomboy. I was only 7 at the time and loved to play football with the older kids. Chuck didn’t want me to get hurt, so he would let me be the center. The one thing he would always say to me that still sticks in my mind was laces up Pat, laces up. (Meaning to keep the laces of the ball up while centering it). Well, we all grew up, I got married and Chuck went on to play Pro ball. In 1972 he collapsed on the field and died during a game . After he died I received a football signed by the team players. I kept this ball on a tee, on a shelf in my son’s bedroom above the end table next to my son’s bed. My son had gotten into a bad habit of climbing into bed ! ! with my husband and myself during the night. One night , months after Chuck had died, my son climbed into bed with us. I picked him up to put him back in his own bed. I then returned to my bed, only to be reawakened moments later. Once again I took my son back and placed him in his own bed, each time turning on the hall light before entering his bedroom. The third time I decided that if I was going to get any sleep that night I had better leave him in bed with his father and sleep in his bed. This time I did not turn on the hall light. When I layed down my head struck something. I got up to turn on the lights. There laying on my son’s pillow, laces up, was the football. Suddenly I heard, laces up Pat, laces up!
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1998 20:03:07 -0700 (PDT)
story This is not my own personal story but i tell this to everyone that wants a good scare!!! My friend, Carissa spent the night at her friends house one night. She was really bored because her friend was on the phone,so Carissa started dancing to the music that they were playing. While she was dancing she watched her shadow. Carissa stopped,turned to her friend and asked her a question. When she turned back she noticed that her shadow was still dancing…then the shadow stopped and waved at her. Well, carissa screamed and ran out of the room while her friend was still talking on the phone…The girl on the phone wondered what was going on and she looked at the wall and the shadow turned and waved at her.
Well thats my story….im not a good writer..so i give you permission to change the words or whatever else you would like to do to it…..by the way this is a true story……..
Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 12:27:17 -0700 (PDT)
A long time ago I was sitting around with a few of my friends and we were discussing just how interestin git would be if we would have a seance. Being the little quiet, shy girl that I was, I was kind of reluctant to get involved in any of these conversations.
One day I finally got brave enough to face my fears, and have a seance. (With my friends of course!) We all began to summon spirits over a candle. I held a small candle over the large candle in the center of the table, and asked “If there are any spirits in this room, please light the smaller candle.” Nothing happened.
The second time around, I had everyone to clutch hands, and summon the spirits once more. When I placed the smaller candle over the larger candle this time it looked like an explosion, beacuse it light so fast.
I was so freaked out. Just when I thought that the spirits had left. I felt this extremly cold presence. I looked to my left, and on the wall I saw this shilouette of a grown man who appeared to be shaking a chair at me. I immediately started crying and screaming for someone to blow out the candle and to turn on the lights.
The really twisted part to this story was it took place in the coldest part of winter. So my friend had the heat blasting. After this encounter, I went over to the wall where I had seen the shilouette earlier that night. (I saw the figure at the same place where the heat blasts out of the vent.) I was so cold, despite the fact that the heat was on. So I leave you with the question that I often ask myself, Did that spirit really leave?
From: “Gatorbug” (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: Believe it or not
Date: Sat, 5 Sep 1998 15:58:42 -0500
Hello, this is my story.
As a Born Again Christian I don’t believe in Ghosts, but I do = believe in demons. I live in Prairieville La. and have this to say.
The house that I live in is supposidly haunted. When I was in the = Air Force, my older brother and his family lived here while they = remodled their house. These are the stories they told. One day after = returning from the store, my sister-in-law put a candle in one of the = candlestick holders on the mantle of the fireplace, which when entering = the kitchen is due left of the kitchen table. This “ghost” as it were, = doesn’t like her very much. As she was going back into the kitchen, they = hollered at her and she ducked. As she did the candle flew over her head = almost breaking the bay window. My nephew was in the shower one night, = and he said it threw the shower curtains open on him. Until today, he = will not stay by himself, in the house at night. Also my brother has had = it flush the toilet on him while he was in the shower. Everyone else has = had doors open and close by themselves. Time after time I have called = for this ghost to show itself and I would believe in it, but alas, it = will not make itself known. About the only thing that has ever happened = to me was one night I was getting into bed, when I felt something climb = into bed with me. I then felt something hot breathing down my neck. Like = I said I do believe in demons. I closed my eyes without turning around = and asked Jesus my Savior to help me get to sleep. He did in a matter of = seconds. When I woke up there was nothing there.
I still don’t believe in ghosts, but love to check out sightings. If = yall know of any in south Louisiana between St. Francisville and Baton = Rouge, and New Orleans, please let me know about them. Ok? Thanks.=20
Date: Wed, 9 Sep 1998 07:44:43 -0700 (PDT)
story I can remember as a kid feeling scared in certain areas of my grandmothers houses. I never questioned it, but made sure I stayed clear of those rooms. As I got older, I had an “experience” at my granny’s house in NC. (I was 15 years old at the time) Those creepy feelings accompanied by goose bumps and all my hair standing up continued on occasion as I grew up, but went full tilt when I rented an apartment in Bel Air MD. Me, my roommate,and my all white cat moved in to the one bedroom apartment in 1994. I was frequently seeing a white shadow in a certain area of the bedroom and living room/dining room area, and assumed it was my cat. Of course when I would turn to see him, nothing was there. I didn’t think much of it…things always catch you out of the corner of your eye. The other problem was occuring at night. I felt a very evil presence coming from the living room area. I felt safe in the bedroom, but if I had to get up to use the bathroom, I became terrified once I ! ! left the bedroom. I could feel the energy from the living room. I never said anything to my roommate because I figured I was just being a chicken. But then one day she asked me if I ever saw the cat and when I looked he wasn’t there. I couldn’t believe it and told her yes and asked her if she saw it in any particular places in the apartment. She said the exact same places I would see it. I was so excited to hear her say that. We immediately exchanged stories, and I found out that she felt the “presence” at night and coming from the living room. As time went on, we saw more and more of what we believe was a ghost cat. He would rub up against my roommate, but not me. I did however sit on him on day only to get kicked several times by him, making me jump up thinking I had sat on my cat. My cat was asleep in the bedroom in his hammock. Friends stayed the night on the couch in the living room and said they couldn’t sleep because it sounded like someone was walking around the livin! ! g room all night.Our neighbor stopped us one day to ask us if we would hear weird noises at night. To make along story short, apparently her apartment was haunted to. Since we’ve moved from there, we have had no experiences like that. (I’d like to keep it that way!)
Date: Wed, 9 Sep 1998 17:58:27 -0700 (PDT)
It happened when I was 12. My mother had left me home alone with the dog for a moment, at a time when it was really safe for a kid to be alone in my northern Mexican city. I was in middle school, and had a lot of homework to do. All of a sudden, my cocker spaniel started barking (she used to be as docile as a bunny) and fled my bedroom. Bored with Math, I followed her into the kitchen and into the stuffy living room. Now, this is a room that was seldom used; the furniture was dark, the atmosphere heavy. It was always cooler than the rest of the house. Well, the dog suddenly stopped barking and sat down on her hind legs, her gaze fixed on a copy of a painting by Velazquez (spooky, but nevertheless common). To my surprise, she balanced herself only on her hind legs and offered her paw to the painting. I felt a breeze blow in the room, and the dog whimpered and crawled away. I ran to the porch and waited for my mom. She told me that before we were born, she had researched the are! ! a where the house was built on, but found it unfruitful; nevertheless, funny things kept on happening in that house that only she could see. She and the dog, I might add…
Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1998 01:13:03 -0700 (PDT)
I’m from Malaysia and this happened about five months back. My husband and I was driving around in Kuala Lumpur, I needed to complete my “Night Photography” assignment. I’ve taken a few pictures of the Kuala Lumpur Twin Tower, KL Tower and we decided to head back and passed by the National Monument. It was only 9:30 a.m., very early by my standards. It was very bright (spotlights and all) and I decided to stop over, it would be perfect to take a night photography. We turned over to the parking lot but the gates were closed. I was more inclined to turn back but my husband insisted on staying. He got down first while I was fumbling with my camera. Before I could get down, my husband immediately got back in the car and commanded me to stay put. I didn’t say a word but I could sense something was definitely wrong. His face was as white a sheet and I had goosebumps. We drove out of the area and while doing so, he asked me if I had noticed a strong fragrant. I shook my head as I wondered how could smell anything when he doesn’t even notice my perfume. When I asked him what was going on, he said he saw a lady in white hanging on a tree. She had long hair and it covered her face. We both drove back to our house in silence and I feared that that “thing” might follow us home. Both of us came down with a terrible fever the next day and was confined to bed. Till today, my husband refused to say another word about it. And I can’t figure out how I could miss the strong frgrance….
Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1998 09:16:21 -0700 (PDT)
story I live in Wisconsin land of cheese, not ghosts. Anyway, a place where my mom worked used to be an old convent. There are three floors to the building and it is now used for a daycare. She came home one night and said that the night before they had a meeting for all of the staff. The last two ladies to leave were the head operators, so they lock up. The cleaning staff and the babysitters had left and the two ladies, Carmen and Judy(not true names) made sure all of the lights were off and left. They were both parked in the back parking lot, and from there you can see the back of the building. They were talking and they noticed one of the third floor lights on. They looked at each other, knowing they had turned it off, and walked back togather to turn it back off. After they turned it off, and made sure no one was in the building, they left again. They got back down to their cars and noticed it was on again. They decided to leave. In part because they were ver! ! y frightened.
This is not the first time stuff like this has happened. Often babysitters will here snoring on the baby monitors(babys don’t snore like 50 year old women). Doors that are to remain locked, have been found unlocked. The church next door had a medium come in, and she said it was the ghost of Sister Catherine. She had died in her room on the 3rd floor many years back, but has remained there to help watch the children. The babysitters write her notes and supposedly she reads them. Many of the worker don’t mind, but only if they aren’t alone!!!
I have driven past at night, many times, and seen that lone light on. There are no cars around, and no timers are set. I never believed in this stuff before but when I saw that light, I knew there was someone or something in that building watching me drive past.
Date: Wed, 16 Sep 1998 02:07:28 -0700 (PDT)
story hi, I just want to get something off my chest, as it was bothering me for a long time and I will like to have your honest opinion. I will like to know if what ever I saw the other night was true.
Well, I am fom Singapore and I used to be a former student of a school in Katong.I joined the National Cadet Corps (NCC) as my ECA and we have a tradition of having an annual camp at the year end.
My seniors have said that in our school, there is once a girl who hung herself in the toilet and always appear at the stroke of midnight. Well, I did not believed then but now, I do.
During the annual camp, I was assigned to complete a solo walk which included that I have to collect a sweet in the huanted toilet. I am pretty scared when my watch showed that it was exactly 12 at night. But, I have to get the sweet in the toilet, or else I forfieted the solo walk. So, havong no choice, I entered that toilet.
The funny thing now is that the moment I entered the toilet, I heard the gasping of breath, as if one is out of breath. The moment I looked up, I saw a girl about my age haning in the ceiling and struggling. I mean that, the girl was really in trouble and I had to help her.
But the moment I reached her, she disappeared. leaving behind a frangance which I don’t remebered at the moment. Boy, I was really scared and ran all the way back to the campfire where my seniors were waiting. I told them about what I saw just now, but they don’t believe, saying that actually they are pulling my leg about the girl in the toilet.
I don’t remember what happened after that, but the tradition of having a solo walk at the annual camp was cancelled. But I remembered the smell that I smelled in the toilet. It was the smell of frangipani…..