I remember when I was very young, my grandmother died.

At that tme, I was in her house, & lying on the bed. I remember walking to my grandma & trying to wake her up. When I couldn’t, I told my family & then everyone realsied she had died.

On the 7th day, I remember going to visit her family (she lived with my mum’s eldest sister) in Telok Blangah Rise with my elder sister.

We climb up to the 4th sty where her house was. It was dark, & when we knock on the door, no one answered.

My sister said that no one was home, so we waited downstairs.

I was standing beside my sister & looking around, when I notice the door opened, & the lights switched on.

I turn to my sister & told her that the family had returned home. Then we both looked up at the house door but it was all dark again.

My sister asked me if I was sure they had returned home. I said Yes as I really saw the door opened & the lights turned on.

So we climb up to the 4th sty & saw again that the house was in darkness. We knocked the door but on one answered.

It was then, even as a 10 year old boy, I felt a sudden tingling of fear. I told my sister: “Never mind, let’s go home.”

I believe up to today, that what I witnessed, was the return of my grandmother.

I was in an instructor in Nee Soon Camp back in 1989 to 1990.

At that time I was a corporal in Camp One, Hotel Company, a 3 storey building at the edge of the parade square. Behind our building lies a deep ravine that winds its way to the Mandai Columbarium some distance away.

Nee Soon was a training camp for young army recruits, who must spend their first 3 months in basic military training before deployment into their active 2 or 2 and a half year of military service.

I was in platoon 20, and my bunk was on the 3rd floor. 2 staircases at both end served the building, and my bunk was the first room at the left staircase. A long corridor ran from one end of the staircase to the other, and right in the middle, runs another corridor that lead at right angle to the toilet and bathing points. On both sides of that corridor were placed two rolls of broomsticks, and the WCs and Urinals is divided on the right, with the shower points to the left.

I remember that on that night, the recruits were given the night off, but I stayed behind, and was trying to sleep. Directly below me, on the second floor, was the Muslim Prayer Room, where some Muslim recruits, together with my fellow Corporal Tahir, stayed behind too, and they were chatting inside.

Halfway through my sleep I was disturbed by some ‘thumping’ sound. I chose to ignore it till I realise that it was coming from my metal cupboard. As soldiers we were all issued with a single bed and a single doored metal cupboard.

It was a repetition of just 2 thumps at a time. “Thump Thump” I raised up my head and looked at the cupboard. “Thump Thump”, There it went again.

I got up and step closer to my cupboard, and peered nearer. “Thump Thump”.. This time I heard the noise coming not from my cupboard, but from further away. It would seem to have come from the toilet.

I walked out of my room to the corridor. “Thump Thump” The sound seem to have got louder. As I walked along the corridor I heard the sound even more clearer. Yes.. it was definitely coming from the toilet.

I turned into the middle corridor. As I approached the toilet, passed the racks of broomsticks I could not hear anything. I walked into the row of shower points and peeped into each compartments. Nothing. I walked over to the other side and checked out the wcs and urinals. Nothing.

I then commenced to take a leak at the urinal. Just then, exactly infront of me, behind the wall where the shower points were, came a very loud “Thump! Thump!”

I ran as fast as my 1.6m tall frame could ran, down the long corridor, pass my bunk, to the second storey, and into the Muslim Prayer Room where Corporal Tahir and the other recruits were chatting away.

“Shhhh… Listen!” I told them. They listened.

“Thump Thump”… “What’s that?” Some one asked. It was coming from above. I told them it was from the toilets.

Then the whole lot of us went out to investigate. We crept up the staircase to the 3rd floor.. “Thump Thump” … The sounds booming loudly in maybe 5 seconds interval as we walked pass my bunk down the hall.

Then just as we turned into that corridor the sounds stopped. Feeling scared we took up the broomsticks from the racks and proceeded to investigate. We scoured all the compartments. Finding nothing, we walked back, replaced the broomsticks, and turned back into the corridor.

“Thump Thump” The sound came back the second we turned. We all ran down the corridor, down the staircase and into the Muslim Prayer Room.

After some agitated discussion (which I forgotten what) Corporal Tahir asked me to sleep and stay there with them. I agreed.

However, after awhile, egged by very sleepy eyes, and noisy racket of languages I don’t understand, I told them that I would go back to my bunk and sleep.

As I lay back on my bed, I heard it again… “Thump Thump” This time it was quite faint… and looking out of my window, as I looked down into the dark ravine I heard it again…… it was coming from the ravine.

As I continue staring I heard the sounds again in maybe 10 seconds pauses, “Thump Thump” …. The sound seemed fainter and further away with its thumping.. as it disappear eventually in the direction of mandai Columbarium.

Tired out, I think I collapsed immediately into bed and slept.

This is my true encounter, narrated by myself, Goh Ann Long of Hotel Company Nee Soon Camp, SBMT.

打从我懂事以来，就遇上了许多不可思议的事件。小的时候曾被”好兄弟”作弄。当兵时期,因为年少轻狂,便遇上了某灵异事件。至于回魂，是在我自己亲眼目睹之后，便相信有这一回事儿。现在与大家分享一件，让我至今也无法忘怀的回魂事件。

父亲因健康出了问题,进出医院好一阵子，后来因病情日趋严重，而得在医院住上很长一段时间。原本性格开朗的他,变得非常消极,使到病情进一步恶化。就在他去世的前一天,母亲和我们商量后,决定让父亲回家，过完剩下的日子。当母亲将此事告诉了父亲后,原本神情沮丧的他突然间精神了起来，我们看了很伤心，因为我们知道，这只不过是回光返照的现象。我先将母亲送回家，好让她将屋子打理一下，然后回公司请假。从公司回到医院后,便去 找父亲的主治医生商谈。医生明白我们家属的意愿，于是便批准了我们的要求。到了傍晚时分，姐姐和妹妹们也来到了医院，父亲看到了我们后,很开心的和我们聊了起来。

他告诉我们说,前几天晚上，他在病床上望着天花板的时候，看到了许多的影子在上空中徘徊着，而且有很多响亮的吵杂声，他于是便呼叫护士，要求她们将他转入另外一间病房。护士担心他会干扰到其他病人，于是便答应了他的请求，将他推到在隔壁一间空质着的病房里。父亲说当他在另外一间病房时，虽然只有他一个人，而且很黑暗，但他并不害怕。因为有个身材高大的影子在保护着他，不让其他影子接近他，使他能够安稳的睡个好觉。我们向被委派照顾父亲的护士道谢，她却告诉我们说，前几天夜里，父亲一直都处在昏睡当中，根本没有醒过来 ，也没有曾向她们寻求转换病房。而且隔壁房间，是为了不影响其他病人，而让刚去世的病人暂时摆放，好让家属瞻仰最后一面的地方。平常是不让人们或者病人进入的，所以根本就没这一回事。

（难道是父亲的幻觉？）

我们和父亲聊了好一回儿后，他便赶我们回家。他说时间已经不早了，让我们早点儿回家休息，等到他明天回家后再继续聊。没想到这一别，竟是永别。隔天早上九点多钟左右, 正当我刚吃完早餐后，打算换衣服的时候，便收到医院打来的电话，告知我们父亲正在病危，要我们赶去见他最后一面。我和母亲便急忙的赶去医院，途中打电话通知了姐妹们，要他们也赶紧赶到。在搭乘德士时，我们告诉司机状况,要求他开快一点儿,可是因为当时是交通最繁忙的时段,他也无法开得太快。抵达医院时,正逢SARS爆发的高度期,所以我们还是得排队登记,并接受体温检验。结果这一耽误下，在我们赶到的时候,只能看到刚过世，身体还有一些余温父亲的遗体。

由于SARS的关系，所以当天过世的病人，得先经由解剖部门确定，病人是否得解剖检测，所以没办法直接将遗体领出来。还好隔天我们收到的通知，是父亲的死因已经有医生的诊断书,所以遗体不需要解剖，可以直接领出。将父亲的遗体领出，接下来的事情 便是办理后事。父亲的遗体在灵柩停放了五天，第六天便送去火化。忙完了几天，将父亲的骨灰安置好后,已经是七天后的事了。

姐妹和亲友各自回家后,家里只剩下我和母亲。我们在客厅里聊起了父亲生前的一些事的时候，发现了一件很奇怪的事情。我们看见了一只蟑螂从厨房里，缓步的走向客厅。平常所看到的蟑螂，都是四处乱窜的。可是这一只蟑螂却是缓慢缓慢的走着, 而且走路的样子，像及了父亲生前走路的样子！（父亲去世前，因为肺不好.呼吸有点困难，所以走路的样子都是缓缓前进的）母亲告诉我说,那是父亲回魂，来看我们了。我曾听说，刚过世的魂魄，会在七天后,附身在动物，或者昆虫身体里，然后回家一躺。如果不是亲眼目睹，我还真不敢相信呢。

那只蟑螂从厨房走向客厅后，便四处缓缓的走动。它走到父亲生前的衣橱、柜子时,便停了下来。走到有肮脏的地方时，也停了下来，注意一看,它好像在清理的样子。（父亲生前很爱整洁与干净）最意外的是,它竟走到父亲最喜欢坐的沙发位置后,便停在那里不动，好像父亲生前坐在那里打磕睡、和在看电视节目的样子。那时候电视正在播放一部重播的节目，我便转到另外一个英语播道，哪知道一转台后，那只蟑螂便转身离开沙 发！母亲告诉我说，父亲看不懂英语节目啦，我听了便转回华语播道。嘿！那只蟑螂又转回头继续看节目！（我原本想将此景拍摄下来，可是母亲说担心会对父亲不敬，所以阻止我拍摄。要不然可以放在YOUTUBE和大家分享。）

过后我和母亲各自回到房里睡觉，因为睡不着，所以便打开电脑上网。这时候看到那只蟑螂，缓缓的走进我的房间，然后停在我的椅子旁，好像要跟我说话的样子。这时候的我,眼泪不禁的又流了下来。因为，父亲不喜欢我熬夜，所以在半夜起身上厕所的时候，都会到我房里唠叨一番，要我早点上床睡觉。我告诉它，我要去睡了，它才缓缓的离开我的房间，然后消失在黑暗之中。

Taiwanese call for spirits of their loved ones to return home on the 7th day of the attack of Typhoon Morakot.

As the traditions of the Chinese ensued, it is believed that if the spirit of the dead does not come home on the 7th day of their deaths, they might become “wandering spirits” (孤魂野鬼）. The unfortunate disaster that happened last weekend had killed many taiwanese and left many more stranded or displaced.

See more reports at CNN
Taiwanese call for spirits to come home

Video at CNN

Blood Ties’s Chinese Music video is released ….

Featuring a new and very talented singer Shirlene Tia. Hopefully everyone will like it and go watch the film when it comes out in September! Tell your friends about it if you like it! The English Music Video will be released very soon! Look out for it!

音樂盒（十指相扣）－ 《還魂》中文主題曲 Music box剛剛放在YOUTUBE讓大家觀賞！希望大家聽了會更想去看這部電影！！如果你喜歡的話，別忘了介紹給您的朋友聽喲！謝謝支持本地新人鄭詩潁和本地創作！《還魂》的英語主題曲將會在不久後推出！

Blood Ties The movie will be released 10 September 2009!
《還魂》電影中文主題曲。〈還魂〉2009年9月10日全島上映！
http://www.bloodtiesthemovie.com

歌手：鄭詩潁
詞曲：肆巷叁弄
十指相扣

词／曲：肆巷叁弄

岁月还没来得及把墙上的照片
从彩色染成钻石的光泽
说好要到老
但水仙躲不了
被雨水泛滥的河

我们还来不及欣賞海外的月色
就泥足深陷黑色的沼泽
任命运冲洗
染白了回忆
但我知道你会记得

音乐盒清唱的歌
你向我承诺时轻轻哼着
再也没有什么
我只想铭心记住
你点头那一刻
若我深陷
我知道你会实践诺言
跟随着我
就算全世界都分隔

音乐盒清唱的歌
轻唱的早已不再是快乐
我们剩下什么
冰冷的双眼望着
彼此的瞳色
愿黑夜能
轻轻地包圍我们
再次紧握你的手
十指相扣
不放手

I was an officer in the Army 7 years ago. I was OC at Viper Company, Pulau Tekong. I did not believed in ghosts until one incident changed my life completely.

It was about 12.30am and I was on duty. It was a friday night and the sky was threatening to rain. I decided to walk out of my office to refill my water bottle at the cooler point.

Upon reaching, I saw a recruit drinking water. As it was late and way past “lights off”, I approached the recruit and told him,”Recruit, it is late liao, go sleep. You have a busy schedule tomorrow. Dun get caught by Sergeant.”

He turned around slowly and I realised his eyes were hollow! Immediately I knew he wasn’t human.

“Thank you Sir, how I wish my Sergeant was as good as you, I would not have jumped…”

Upon hearing this, I turned and paced up to my office. He followed me! But he could not enter the office. I realised that it is because of the President’s photograph on the wall. I remembered being told that the president have been blessed by 7 religions or something. I could only see the “recruit” outside my window, looking at me.

I stayed awake under our President’s photograph till 5am until I could not take it any longer. I went to the window and told him,”Look recruit, I am not your Sir or Sergeant from your time. Please go away.”

With that, he vanished into thin air. From that day onwards, I have always told my sergeants to be kind to recruits as we were once recruits too. For me, I believe in ghosts now.

Hi,

We have all heard of stories about our relatives returning on the qi qi 49 tian, most heard noises in the living room after midnight, some of the offerings seemed to move / consume the next morning and others saw toe prints when they spread urn ashes on the floor.

My experience is some how different.

I used to be my granddad’s favorite grandson as I am the eldest son of his eldest son. However, I stop visiting my grandparents when I grew up to be a teenage, you know, 13to 16 yrs old, the “never like to hang out with parents” period? When my granddad passed away (I was 16 then), it’s been 2 years since I last visited him.

During his funeral, I hung out with my friend in Far East Plaza just like any other day, I only went to the funeral on the 1st day and the last day (2 – 3 hours each time). I kind of considered myself doing my part already. My parents had a hard time facing my relatives because of my absence…

Came the 49th day, I was told to stay at home and pay respect to my granddad, offerings were made and everyone in my family must stay in their bedroom before he “returns” for the last time. Hack care lar, I was out with my friends again, returning home only after some drinks at my friend’s place (yes, I started drink & smoking early).

I was at the void deck below my home when I suddenly feel sick. I aint high but I vomited like never before. After I cleared my disgustive system, I saw a pile of tiles and other stuff stored away for our block’s upgrading renovation. Somehow, I felt like I need to destroy something, anything! I started smashing everything in front of me, the tiles, the lock on the door of the store, boom sticks and other stuffs. I was angry, angry with everything. Shortly the police came, I didn’t run away, I dont feel fear at all. The police were really careful while approaching me, think they thought I might attack them or something like that.

I got locked up in their station’s holding cell, I am sober all the time but I didt know why I did what I just did. All I could think of is how am I going to face my parents? Will I get jailed? I knew I was in deep shit. Time seems to stood still in there…

A middle age man who looked like he was in his 40s was brought in after awhile. Seems like he was pretty drank, I could smell it. I was too worry about what’s going to happen to me in my future and I didn’t really care what he was doing. He spoke to me, asking how was I. Causal talk I supposed? I wasn’t in the mood to chat up so I just kept quiet. He continued, thing starts getting spooky…

He began to tell me stuff that I usually did with my grandpap, how much he craved for a glass of warm milk by mixing hot water with condense milk (my grandpa’s favourite), where to get the best Bak Kut Teh (again, grandpa’s fav morning Bak Kut Teh place)….

My goose bumps came and go so fast that a chill suddenly ran up my body and I shivered uncontrolablly. I started praying to all the buddhas I could come up with, hoping that he was not who I think he was…. My late grandpa in someone’s body!

A policeman walked pass, I wanted to scream for help but I couldn’t! Not because I couldn’t scream out loud but it’s because I was thinking then, what if… the Police dont have the cell key with him? Will the scary mid-aged, spooky fellow charges towards me and kills me? My mind was everywhere!

The utimate moment came… he came right behind where I was curling up and spoke softly into my ear… “Grandpa misses you….” and before I can freak out, he dropped to the floor and passed out.

The end………………………………………………………………………………………………………..