My Story: It was a warm and humid night. I was at school for a camp (sorry, can't tell you where but somewhere in West Coast). Since we were feeling bored, we decided to spook each other with ghost stories we have come across. I, being a sceptic, told nonsensical stories. Suddenly. The TV in the room (Media Equipment Room) behind us switched on. We all ran as fast as our feet could carry us. However, the story doesn't end here...

After we reached where we thought was a safe spot, we decided to pause to catch our breath. As sudden as the TV being switched on, one of my friend suddenly acted abnormally. She talked in a different voice and told us a darker evil was coming soon. We were terrified beyond imagination. We recited different prayers in hope of reviving her from the possession, but none of them worked. In the end, I slapped her hard on the face and with a jolt, she suddenly came back to her senses. She looked around as though as she didn't realise how she got there...

It was one of the most frightening nights of my life. By the way, my friend changed her name to Aqasha, Queen of the Dammed.