In the early hours of National Day, I went ghost hunting with you and your friends. Among the 4 of us, you were the only one who hasn't encountered any ghosts before and most keen to see one. You were the one who doubts. My one ghost sighting was dad just after he passed away, and nothing malevolent like the rest. We trudged through the cemetery with huge sprawling trees and it was peaceful when we weren't bitten alive by mosquitoes. It was only at the ghost house that your friends felt cold shivers while the 2 of us were unaware and warm in the tropical night heat. I guess if I'm already oblivious when it comes to people, I'm not going to fare better with the supernatural.