My Story: One day, me and my friends decided to explore the forest in the dark. Knowing that it was dangerous, I hesitated but not wanting to be left behind, I reluctantly agreed.

We left our houses in the night at 10pm. We checked thoroughly through our equipments. After a few minutes, we finally set off. We were terrified at first but was then persuaded by our leader. We step in the forest all shaken and shivering. When I was busy looking down, I saw a shabbily dressed man with unkept hair. He was waving at us. When i waved back, he surprisingly stared at me with a smle before vanishing into thin air. I fell backwards, taking my friends by surprise. They look at me in surprise and anxiety.

They continued the journey, leaving me behind. In my mind, I wonder if the man was really a ghost. After much difficulty, I was now sure he is a ghost. He was one of the many victim who died in the Japanese occupation. Poor lad!