My Story: My story is being heard by many. It goes way back two months ago. Me and my gang were hanging around at Jurong Lake late one night. As usual the boys smoke and played guitar. We were sitting at one of the wooden benches that can fit about 6 people.

While I was chatting with one of the guys Fairus, I got a chill all of a sudden. Something was crawling near the bushes. I stood still. My buddies were still chatting. Then came an old man, who told us that the bench we sat on is very sacred. We juz dont give a damn.

An hour later we heard laughters of a lady above our heads. Guess what we saw,? A lady in white with her head on her arms with blood all covered at her. We ran 4 our lives.