Real Ghostly Encounters in NS

Well, I remember all ghostly encounters very clear and I'am glad I'am still in one piece. Over my past 2.5 years I've had quite a few. But after NS, I am happy to say that all these encounters have stopped. Probably NS was a time when I was at the lowest point of my life when it comes to physical and mental condition. Which was why there is a tendancy that we are proned to having that kind of experience with the 3rd kind.

Encounter 1: During BMT (Aug'97)
I was under-going my 2nd month, having failed IPPT again and again, I was one of the few guys who had to continue to stay in camp while some of those who passed could take a 1 week break. I remembered there were only 4 guys in my bunk during a Thursday night. It was also the start of the Hungry Ghost festival or 7th month. We were already quite spooked by all the ghost stories which were told to us by those who were booking out (bunch of assholes wanted to make life more miserable while they have a good time with their families).

I remembered we just finished a whole day of RT training (Remedial Physical Training) by the PTI (Physical Training Instructor) and we had an early night. The only entertainment we had was my portable hi-fi which we played Jacky Chueng's CD every night. It was my only CD which I brought in and we played this CD on repeat mode every night.

As usual, Jacky was crooning his songs when we fell asleep. That night, I was awoken by a very loud lady singing. I couldn't open my eyes wide but I was thinking to myself why did the radio station play such terrible music (half asleep, I cursed what lousy singer it was). The volume increased, I couldn't describe how awful the vocals sound but the lyrics did not make sense. It was like someone with tone-deaf singing in a language which consisted of "lau lau, wo wo, lau lau har lau wo wo laur waarr, haarr" it has lots of rrrrrr......and wwrrrrr...... whats more, the background music was so soft that you can only hear "bom tsk tsk, bom tsk tsk" which was the drums and cymbals. It continued for most of the night and though it irritated me, I was too tired to even wake up to switch to another station. It was loud though.....very loud. I feel into slumber...

When I woke up, some guys from the next bunk came and asked who was turning on the radio so loud last night. I remembered...the radio..hmm..I walked to my radio and checked, guess what? Jacky Chueng was still crooning in repeat-mode. Which means? Which means that noone touched the radio yesterday night, which means what we heard last night was..........

Silence.....we just looked at one another. How to explain what we heard? It was so close to our ears and so loud last night it was hard to imagine how a woman would be singing and if it's not the radio who could it be? We went to the other bunks to check, we found out that our bunk was the only bunk with a mini-compo.

When we re-composed ourselves, one guy from bunk 4 told us he saw 'something' last night...it was a lady with a child in her hands walking along the balcony. She was sighing and singing to the child while looking at the parade square. He saw her sigh loudly before throwing the kid down and then followed by jumping down. He looked really white when he told us.

It was spooky. After that incident, there were more stories from the other companies but maybe because we were the first ones to experience that, we were left alone. I don't remember I experienced anything else during my stay in Nee Soon.