My Story: I was a part of the ghost riders gang in 1980's. We rode our motorcycles in the dead night. We found a new member to our gang who had the latest motorcycles at that time. We called him rookie as he was new. One friday night while we were riding on a road near changi, the rookie's motorcycle crashed against a tree. We went to his aid and asked him what happened. He said "Wah!Here got ghost ah. Didn't know leh one. Just now lagi sikit hit me you know or not ah! Scary leh! i want to go home."

We were frightened by his story so we rode our bikes to bedok jetty where we usually hang out. The rookie fell very sick and died the next week. We dare not ride our bikes anymore.