Kissdani - Eerie tales vol 1. True ghost stories from the world over: Volume 1.

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Volume 1

Compiled and embellished by Shan Kissdani

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Content

Acknowledgement

This book would not have been possible if not for the people who have contributed their stories to eerietales.com. They have, without limitations, allowed me to share their stories with everyone else. I remain thankful to each and every one of them, and to show gratitude, I have accredited them for the stories.

One prime person I must thank is William Yeo, a fellow colleague. He had, amid his busy schedule, taken the time to read and comment on the way the stories are written. I am utterly grateful to him.

Another person who has helped in the proofreading area is Amelyn Thompson, also a fellow colleague. I am grateful to her as well for squeezing time in to help me out.

Id also like to thank my friends, Milkha Singh Dhaliwal and his brother Dinesh Singh Dhaliwal for kindly letting me use their camera which I used to shoot the cover.

On the cover is Alice Duong, who had painstaking born with me to get the best picture possible. I appreciate her consent in letting me use her picture on the cover.

Before I forget, I must thank Zai Hood, who is affectionately called Pak Nav, for his remarkable ability to navigate us on our motorcycle rides to mysterious places I otherwise wouldnt have explored and thus wouldnt have been inspired. He brought us to places like the Changi Coastal Road, Lim Chu Kang Police Coast Guard, Netheravon Road where the former Changi Hospital is situated, and many other spooky places in Singapore that have contributed to my ideas and given me the inspiration to write.

Lastly, the friendly staff of Starbucks Caf at Yishun for being so welcoming that I find myself again and again at their tables. Being able to work away from my tightly spaced room gives me clarity of mind.

I hope I have not forgotten anyone.

Introduction

Throughout our lives weve heard stories of all sorts, but since time immemorial, one genre of stories has captivated almost everyones interest. They are the stories circling the unknown.

In a world obsessed with facts and scientific evidences, ghosts and other paranormal events simply arent accepted as truths by scientists without proofwhat cant be proven scientifically is passed off as the vivid imagination of the credulous. Those who fail to see things like apparitions, for example, as simply being a trick of the mind are quickly labeled as loony or gullible.

Ancient civilizations practiced medicine differently, and to the scientists of modern times, the ancient medicine was once thought of as nothing more than placebo at best. Today, however, the scientific community has become aware of the positive effects of ancient medicines such as acupuncture, ayurveda, hypnotherapy, the use of various herbs, and so on.

Like medicine, ghosts and spirits have become a subject of serious study by a handful of open minded researchers and scientists, but they still find themselves walking a thin rope. Even if they do acknowledge the existence of strange magnetic energy forcesin a haunted place for examplethey are still hindered by the fear of repercussion to their reputation should they openly declare these energy forces as ghosts or spirits.

Until an image is captured on camera or a sound captured on a recording device, the validity of ghosts or paranormal activities cannot be scientifically ascertained, and will only remain in our imaginary world.

In my opinion, the existing pictures and recordings of ghosts presented to us on the internet, tabloids, and popular television programs are so far questionable. Some people have captured strange floating objects they call orbs. But these are actually specks of dust floating near the camera lens hit by a powerful light source. The specks are out of focus, so they appear like enlarged translucent luminous balls. They tell us only what we want to believe.

Some people claim they see ghosts, and even talk to them. One logical explanation can be that the experience is very likely a trick of the mind. Just imagine having a dream we never wake up from superimposed onto our reality. Dreams, as we know, appear so real that its difficult to differentiate them from reality until we wake up. But what if your dream never lets you go? The characters in your dream could appear to haunt you even in your waking hours. This is more a psychological effect than paranormal. And, of course, there are the myriads of brain disorders that can bring about similar illusions.

This dream hypothesis alone can explain most of our supernatural experiences. This hypothesis of course is just one of many out there.

What this book isnt and what this book is.

This book is not a study of the supernatural or a discussion of the existence of ghosts or spirits; it is merely a collection of stories about true events experienced by real people from all over the world.

The contributors are lay people who have sworn to tell the truth about their experiences. We hope you will use your own discretion on what to make of their experiences without prejudice.

None of the stories here have been, or will be, investigated by us. We are not in the business of confuting their claims, and we are definitely not paranormal investigators.

We hope you will find this book intriguing as well as entertaining. Weve replaced all colloquial languages with the more common American and UK English for easy reading and international understanding. Dialogues in the stories have been translated as accurately as possible; however, where there were none, weve added for dramatization.

Enjoy.

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The Train Ride

Im an Australian. I was on my way to Bangkok when this strange incident happened.

I boarded the express train at Hatyai Train Station, south of Thailand. It was to be an overnight journey, and I would be in Bangkok early the next morning. I had a sleeper ticket2 nd class, which meant that my seat would be unfolded and transformed into a bed come evening sometime around eight oclock. Before that, I had to sit through the long five-hour journey with only The Thailand Travel Guide for company.

It was a hot day, so I was glad there was air-conditioning in my second class cabin. The train was travelling at a slow pace and stopped about every half an hour at small town stations where more passengers and local food vendors would board. A pretty young vendor was selling cut fruit and bananas. I bought a bunch of bananas from her and a sealed bottle of drinking water from a young boy.

The connection with the locals is what I find most rewarding in my travels. However, this story is about one connection that I could have done without.

The train was packing up slowly but surely as passengers kept boarding from the little towns it stopped at. The seat in front of me was still unoccupied, so I used it to rest my feet. I was hoping that no one would come and claim it so I could nap comfortably, but my wish was not to be. Just as I had dozed off, the train reached a sleepy town near Chumphon where an old woman boarded. She was pushing and struggling through the narrow aisle towards me. I waited to see if anyone would help her with her luggage but no one did, so I stood up and offered to help. I was surprised at how heavy her luggage was, and I was even more surprised at the fact that the frail old woman was lugging it around all by herself. I lifted her brown canvas bag and slid it snugly through a narrow space between my bag and other bags on the luggage shelf just behind my seat.