My Story: When I was 7 years old, my grandma, my mom, aunt Halimah, aunt Johara, my cousin, Izora and I wanted to go to East Coast beach.

We actually wanted to enjoy and rest our mines at there. We went there quite late maybe about 4:30 pm. We just bring a little things over there. We also have taken our pictures at there.

Later at 6 something, it's time to go home. We took a taxi. In the taxi, when we reached at bedok, I saw something black sitting. It was some kind like monster. Facing back. I was curious and asked my mom what was that. She look at it, and she thought that it was a black dog.

I said, it didn't look like a black dog. She look at it again(in the taxi) and she said "Ya, i saw it." In malay. And i was curiuos that why only I and my mom saw, but I also saw some people past by. Why did't they see? I kept talkin' about it and my aunt Halimah, said we cannot mention again just keep quite. But i'm really stubborn. I didn't listened to her adviced. And when we reached to my grandma house, I still argue about it. My aunt Halimah, adviced me again. And I kept saying 'why'. U-know little kid dunno anything! Then at night, it's time for me to go home.

That tomorrow morning, my grandma said, in her room, she smells some kind of flower. Not only she smell but also her daughter, aunt halimah. She also tell me that the door kept opening and shut. Now then I know why I shouldn't mention the ghost name. But i'm not that scared! The more we scared, the more the evils will disturbed! And I think the black ghost didn't disturbed me b'cos i'm not afraid. Hee.. hee..