My Story: One day, my senior told us a story when they heard in the middle of the nite, a platoon marching through nearby the barracks around 11 pm.. When he saw there was no one, proberly he thought they was far away.

The next day, as all fall in and started to march to the cookhouse, they heard a platoon marching forward towards them stampping their feets louder n louder passing besides them, hearing them saying left right left right left. The IC was also worried what was happening. Out of nowhere, he turned his head and commanded his man to stop and asked them to turn around. Their platton noticed that there was a ghost marching..so they continued to walk in 3 per row as usual. Half way, they saw the same platton on the parade square standing still. Just then, a mist appeared and they dissapered.......