Memories of the Wind.

Before i formally begin, this is not for the faint hearted. The story that i am goin to relate is not of gore or violence, and they would be no explicit content. Just take care not to read it at nite or even alone. U do not want any frightening nitemares. And take care not to peep too hard into the computer, well u noe. . . All the cliche stories of ghosts comin out from things that they should never, like the famous movie" The Ring" U would not want one to pop out from ur pc. Stare hard enuf, and u may see something. . . . .

Oh so u have pressed on. Welcome my dear adventurer. U hav shown guts and valour. Oki, to the main story. Well, the area that i lived, which is Queenstown, is one of the oldest residential estates. The disconcerting thing is, the area was formerly a burial ground before it was cleared for housing development. This is probably a reasonable explanation for the atonishing number of churches built around the area. Well this is my own hypothesis, and it does not take into account the views of professionals or any other plausible reasons. If u do not know why churches are a valid reason, i can tell u that churches are considered holy and it can help to supress any supernatural beings that still roam the area. About 5 to 6 churches reside around my area, and they are within 2 km away from another. A rather huge number, considering the proximity. I guess this does indicate something, isnt it, my readers??

Hmm, and my pathway back to my block from the mrt which is just a 5 min walk is rather dark and eerie when walkin home at night. THE light is juz bright enuf to illuminate the pathway infront but it does not allow for clear vision though. And sometimes, the lights are juz too freaky buggy and they would be spoilt on the odd nite home. To add to the mysterious and uncomforting part of taking the doomed pathway back to home, there is a huge tree wif all those vines comin down from the upper part of the tree. I believe the tree is really old. And i always feel there's some mysterious force at work whenever i pass the tree. Furthermore, pple set up an altar over at the tree to pray there. It just makes me nervous whenever i smelt the sandalwood that they are likely to burn at night when i take the pathway back home.

. . . Hmmmm.. . i got more spooky experiences to share but now is the time to stop. watch out for my spooky tale- part one, "the radio". Publishin soon depending on my crazy schedule.

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