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> Ghost Story #1 (WOOooooooo....*scary sound*)> > 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 motorcyclist stopped in front of the> temple and then yelled at> me.> > "Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my> thigh! Can you please> move it away???"> > > Ghost Story #2> > When I was a kid, I have two friends who were very> close to each other.> They played with each other everyday. It was like,> if you see A, you> would see B next to him. They were always together.> > A loved fried eggs. Whenever he went out for lunch> or dinner, without> fail, he would ask for fried egg on top of his> noodles, fried rice, etc.> > > One day, A involved in an accident and died. B was devastated. B went > to the cemetery to pray everyday. He would go to the> nearest restaurant and> ta pao a box of fried rice with an egg on top to be> offered to A when he> went to pray to him. > > The next day, he opened the box and there was no egg> inside! B was> petrified. He thought, must be A who came and took> the fried egg away.> > The same thing happened the next day and the day> after that. B was> confused. So, one day, he asked the chef to make the> same fried rice> with a fried> egg again. Then, he went to the cemetery to offer it> to A. Curious, he> opened the box to check for the egg. He was angry to> find that, there> was no fried egg in > the box after all. > > Feeling that he had been cheated, he went back to> the restaurant and> demanded to see the Chef. "Where is the fried egg??> I told you there> must be a fried egg inside!! You have cheated me for> a few days now!> Gimme back my money!!"> > Then, the Chef got really angry and opened the box -> the fried egg was> inside the box.> > The Chef said, "Stupid! You open the box upside> down. No wonder you> cannot see the egg!!"> > > Ghost Story #3> > Few year back, 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.> > "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.> > > > THE END ;-)
