NightTrail-July03

we were sitted in a circle in an aread a stonethrow away Serrangoon's JapaneseCemetryPark. Yes, i know this was a very much a 'drama-mama-moment' but yes.this whore has to talk.

ANYWAYS,we were in that circle telling ghost stories.It wasnt very much freakky as rachel and i were the only ones who had stories.But as i was listening to the Rachel's stories i heard a very soft-low-pitched 'Haaa..' by my right-ear.i ignored the first sound and concluded it was the leaves or something.but it happened again.'Haaa...' and again.'Haaa...'and again.on intervals. i was pretty irritated by then and asked Daryl/Eugene to stop breathing so loud.Both of them denied. Then i stared at their mouths and waited for that familiar sound. Both of them had their mouths closed. 'Haaaa..' i heard it again.and again. I felt weird and asked us to go.Goosebumps were up and i started to feel really cold on my back.I rushed forward and caspor accompanied me. Fast-paced, my whole body started to feel cold and i kinda hyperventilated.the cold was awkward as it was only my skin that felt cold.So wrapped like a ball with rachel's jacket and my long-sleeves,we passed the cemetry gates and i suddenly sweated like hell and felt damn warm. At the bus-stop, i told caspor the story. Ernest claimed he heard it too coming from my direction.

What was it that i heard? Was it Daryl? Was it Eugene? Or was it just Victoria's many snorts? Breathing? or something more...... we will never know.....BOO!

-the end.