"Hide in that corner! No, not that one, this one! Here, let me show you!"

Massive, massive points to the Society for putting up quite a scare-fest down at the block.

We were first forced to watch 'Sisters', then 'Shutter'. Sisters was alright.

*WOOO-OOOH-OOOOHHOOOOOOHHHHOOOOHHH~~*

(No, stop pulling that lock of hair from the ceiling! No, you're gonna get us all - WHY ARE YOU STILL DOING THAT?!)

The last time I laughed that hard was during Ju-On. (AWWWWW itty-bitty boy's adorabl- ARGH GHOST GHOST GHOST)

Shutter was terrifying shit. It remains one of the reasons why I don't like using mirrors or cameras. That's my excuse for being camera-shy, because I'm trying to curb narcissism.

Cough.

Did I mention that both shows were the Thai versions? Good f*cking lord.

Midnight soon struck - And, ah, it was time for a nice relaxing walk through the FMS block, the same one built on an ex-cemetery. On hindsight, which part of Singapore -didn't- have something dead buried in it?

Groups were formed, and the OGLs did not allow us to carry ectoplasmic weaponary.

With every group member forced to complete at least a single station all alone, our 'challenge' was to look for clues in a murder case. It doesn't help that the 'murdered' has a fantastic sense of humour. So here you have blatent irony as she plays ping-pong with our poor hearts, while we're trying to -help- her.

So we proceeded to our first station.

AHHHHHHHH!

No, not yet.

We had two guys and four girls. 3-5 with a male and female OGL.

First station was an individual one. Everyone drew lots - numbered 'one' to 'six'. The one who got number 'seven' shat bricks. As probability would have it, a girl got numba one. A quick exchange later, the other guy went into the long corrider room-thing. Blindfolded.

He had to listen for guiding sounds, like chains, moans, and other supernatural noises. Instructions were to get to the other end by -feeling- your way through. Guy took chair and bulldozed his way through. Long story short, ghost gave up and relinquished the first clues. Looks like chairs are fatal to ghosts.

OGL warned of scare ambushes. We prepared for it.

Badly.

Lights flickered at the FMS lobby, and the first scare (IT WAS BEHIND THE PILLAR WASN'T IT?) sent the girls screaming into the dark abyss of the night. That sparked off a chain effect - The guys got quite a shock too (read: screamed like little girls).

I recovered from the shock quickly, and was in the midst of laughing it off when another one scared me shitless a few seconds later.

They were going for combos.


There were three elevators one could take to the ninth floor, where the second station would be located. The seniors somehow managed to short out the other two, forcing us to take the remaining one. No walkin' up the stairs - Rules are rules.

Okay, sure. Let's go up, then. The faster we hurry, the faster we can get this over and done with.

It was a different story when the elevator finally arrived though.

"I'm not going in there."

"You have to, it's the only way up."

"Bleh."

Reason: There was a hanging, bloodied head smack right in the middle of the damn contraption.

The guys took the lead and entered. My itchy fingers touched the... football? The paper mache was slimy and wet. Girls screamed in.

Only one button was lit. The rest of the buttons were covered with obituaries. Actually, the entire lift was. That's -alot- of dead people. The menacing whirring of the lift as it proceeded up didn't make things any better, as the head threatened to hit anyone who was foolish enough to stand too close to it.

Ol' head in the elevator trick never fails to scare anyone.

Everyone looked down and tried to compose their nerves for the rest of the night.

The night was still so very young.