Owl's Ghost Stories
Owl's Ghost Stories
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Under the General Stuff page, you would have read about smell in the forest and why we should not make any comments about them. Here, I have a story about a man who did otherwise. Wen Jian loves jungle trekking. He goes jungle trekking every weekend and he usually goes with some friends. One Sunday afternoon, he went on his usual jungle trekking trip with three other friends. As they were on their way back, they smelled something very fragrant. To these regular hikers, such smell isn't anything unusual but no one ever says a word about it. Wen Jian was the sceptical kind of guy, especially when it comes to ghosts and the supernatural. He made silly comments about the odour and said how smelly it was. His friends tried to stop him but the more they tried, the more he would say. Later, he sensed trouble when he realised the same smell is also found in his car as he was driving back. Then, the smell followed him all evening, wherever he went. Even as he was going to bed, the smell was still following him. He was rather scared then and he just couldn't sleep. As it got deeper into the night, Wen Jian, still trying to get over the smell and go to sleep, heard something beside him. He turned around and saw an old lady sleeping next to him. She was very old and had long hair. Wen Jian knew the smell came from her. He turned back, shut his eyes and starting begging her to let him go. She never appeared again, but the smell followed Wen Jian wherever he went for two whole weeks.
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This story happened to my friend's cousin. Let me tell this story from the first person point of view: I was riding my motorcycle back from tuition class one night. It was still rather early at about 11:00pm and there were still a lot of cars along that road. I have been using that road which cuts through a cemetery for years and nothing has ever happened. So, why should tonight be any different, right? Anyway, as I approach the cemetery along Mount Erkine road, I suddenly feel a sense of coldness I never felt before. I thought it must just be a cold night. I knew I was wrong when I suddenly felt someone behind me. Apparently, I have taken on an uninvited pillion rider. Gosh! Don't let it be a ghost, I told myself. I wanted badly to turn around and have a look but I just didn't do it. I didn't know why. Maybe it was the heavy traffic making it dangerous to turn around. Or perhaps I just didn't have the guts to face whoever or whatever that was behind me. After a few moments of silence, the 'person' behind me finally spoke. "I need to talk to you," she said. From her voice, I could make up it was a lady. "Please don't disturb me. Please just leave me alone," my voice trembled. "Don't worry, I mean no harm. I just want to tell someone how I died." "OooKkkkkk.... but please don't harm me." She went on with her story. She told me how she was killed in an accident, which was no fault of hers. I was so terrified I didn't even remember exactly what the story was. After she's done, she just vanished. Well, the ghost was probably killed without anyone knowing exactly how she died. Letting someone know may perhaps help her to rest in peace.
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