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.Tuesday, November 18, 2008

those who been to ns sure know about no night trainings on thursday nights right?
reason being thursday nights are the night where malay ghosts will come out and roam..
and so..
the incident happen..
is the second day of our range..
at a 300m distance range at 8 plus 9 plus..
it was the reshoot of those who failed to zero-ed their weapon..
my coy mate went in to the 100m spot..
he was squating behind waiting for his turn..
suddenly he felt a presence..
he turn to his side and saw a floating head of an old man..
immediately he turn to the front..
shortly after..
it was his turn..
he went up to the spot and prone down..
not long after he prone down..
he saw it again..
this time appearing in front of him..
my coy mate manage to finish up everything and proceed to leaving the range..
he was running very fast out of the range and in tears..
later all the sergeants asked why is he in tears and he managed to say out and was calmed by the sergeants..

another story..
Alpha coy.
It was a Friday, which meant it was booking out day for most of us.
I had to stay back as it was my turn to take care of the OB.
2 of us stayed behind as it was the usual practice for 2 people to stay behind for OB.
There was nothing much to do other than burning the time away until the next day when the next pair will take over.
We played a few games of carrom and was about to turn in for the night when we heard people marching outside.
We didn't really think much about it until we realised that it was about 2am and it was a Friday. There should be no one else in camp.
Out of curiosity, we just stuck our head out of the window and saw about 40 people marching slowly towards the mess.
The thing that really freaked us out and hide in a corner wasn't the fact that they were marching slowly, but the fact that they were in khaki colored clothing and were mumbling in Japanese.
We didn't dare speak of it to the next guys as we didn't want them to freak out as we did.

Story from CCK Camp
After BMT, I was posted to School of Signals at Stagmont Camp for 7 weeks of Basic Signaler Course.
Camp was an eye-opener as it was like a holiday camp compared to the crummy SBMT (well, I have another one on that) where I came from.
OK, as signalers, we have to go through radio and line course.
Line means that we use field telephones instead of mobile radio sets.
The most difficult part is to "lay the line" as we call it - basically run from point A to B and connect 2 telephones while making sure we give enough slack for maintenance.
In Line training, there is this exercise to lay it in built-up areas, which is basically a building.
Off we went on a short ride to this abandoned govt blocks in Chua Chu Kang.
It was an afternoon.
We were split into 12 teams and 2 teams are tasked to lay line all the way to the 6th floor of each abandoned building by entering from the two staircase entrances located at each side of the building.
To my best recollection, there were 6 blocks, 5 together and an isolated one about 50 meters away down a slope.
My team together with another were bloody unfortunate to be tasked to lay Block 6 - yup, the isolated one.
Was not so much about goblins and ghosts then but for the fact that each team is timed on their mission and the last team has to do push ups on the hot ground full of sands and stones - a real bummer. We had to work faster.
I was detachment-in-charge and my responsibility was to run as fast as I can to the block, run up the stairs to the 6th floor, cist the cable and connect it to the phone, check communications and run back to report with my mates.
The other 2 of my mates have the responsibility of covering up the line and allow enough slack. As I ran like hell up the stairs, something made me look back at the corner on the 4th floor.
I saw nothing.
When I reached the 6th floor and started working with my pliers, I heard a female voice talking in the empty rooms.
Pressed for time, I was not thinking much about it.
But as I was finishing my job, the talking which I could not make out what was said as they were kind of mumblings, grew louder and it sounded like that female was losing an argument (you know how they are).
Next thing I heard was a loud bang, exactly like slamming of a door.
What made me froze for 3 seconds was that several other doors also slammed shut one after another.
At that point, I have finished my job, and ran downstairs by jumping each staircase from the 2nd or 3rd step.
I didn't say anything because not being the last detachment to report back took almost priority for me.
When the exercise was almost done, we needed to collect back the field telephone and cables.
I kind of suggested to my mates that we should share the work and one of them should go up and claim these items.
(Yup, I'm that kind of dude then).
We went back to camp, returned the stores and waited for dinner.
I still didn't tell anyone.
In the bunk, I was sitting on the floor opposite this guy from the team that was laying the line at the other end of block 6.
Thinking back, they had a rawer deal as their staircase entrance was facing the woods while mine was facing the command centre.
Anyway, this guy look real pale and green.
Then I sprang my questions.
"Did you lay block 6?",
"Did you hear any woman's voice?"
The guy looked at me and was totally shocked out of his pants!
He couldn't speak for at least 1 min and then told me his story.
When we were collecting back the equipment, this dude was unsure if his detachment ic was upstairs doing it, so he ventured upstairs to look for him.
While he was at halfway between the 5th and 6th floor staircase, he called out the ic's name and got a female voice replying "Wo zai ze li" (I am here).
Straightaway he dashed back downstairs.
We tried to analyze and rationalize it because it was broad daylight (sunny and hot) and we had a female instructor present during the exercise.
But all the time she was at the command post.
Could it be a human hiding in the rooms?
Finally, we approached our female sergeant (instructor) and told her our experience.
She confirmed that she was at the command post all the time and the blocks are vacant.
Later that evening, she revealed that we were not the only ones that "complained" about it. Apparently, previous platoons also encountered unexplained things there.
After this event, the place was not used for any future line training exercises.
The story did not end...

1992 - I was in a unit and involved in this big division exercise just before my ROD.
My unit was in Tekong and I had ultra sinang duties.
With nothing to do at night, I sat around a bunch of store man and drivers listening to ghost stories.
There was this driver that said that during his teenage days, they like to peep at lovers making out at night.
One of the hotspots then was a bunch of abandoned govt blocks in Chua Chu Kang.
But there was one incident whereby this girl was ditched by the boyfriends and she hung herself in one of the rooms.
I couldn't believe what I have heard!
Immediately, I asked him to describe the place...
it was the same BLOCK 6!!!

Is it really the Sad girl soul still remain at block 6?
But why did she have to answer 'I am here!'
when the guy shout out his IC's name..


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