My Story: This is a true stories that happens when i were very young, when i were about 20.

It was a very very cold and stormy stormy night.

I was walking home after sending my girlfriend home. I heared that there was this haunted house near her house. I felt crazy at that time and decide to explore it.

As i walk into the house, a cold gust of wind blew into my face. I sniffed the smelly smell of the francipani and knew something was wrong. As i turn my back, i could see this figure of a short old man outside the door. I screamed but he did not move away. After that i realise he was not standing outside the entrance but was only standing outside a room. I take this chance and quickly ran towards the door. The old man started to chase after me. I only managed to escape because he was limping. It was the legendary lame ghost of Tanah Merah.