In class yesterday, this American friend of mine, wanted to tell me a ghost story about the East Campus side of WMU. I must say, she set up the scene pretty finely as she put on a very serious look, along with a rather whispery voice, and said...
"There was this camping trip the students organized during last summer. The night was dark and there were no traces of stars in the sky. It was quite chilly, surprisingly so...they said. I have a friend who was on fire duty that night and she wasn't supposed to leave the bonfire place, but she did anyway. Her partner on duty warned her about walking alone, but my friend couldn't be bothered and walked toward the east campus building in search for a bathroom.
She found it, eventually, but her head began to hurt terribly. It was so painful, she lost her footings sometime. Footsteps can be heard across the hallway. Someone was closing a door. Yet, she moved into the bathroom to hide and to relieve herself. There was absolutely no one in there. She got into a cubicle and tried to get things done as soon as she can. But as she got up from the toilet seat, she saw the toilet seat was stained with blood."
I gulped and she continued.
"It seems it was time for her period and she forgotten to use her pad."
Damn potong steam wei! I nearly slam my psychology book into her face. Trust me, you have no idea.
Tsk tsk tsk...
Vonnie S.
Hahahahhahahaha! Damn awesome la your friend. xD
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