I heard this story from a friend. Her ex bf was helping his uncle with the distribution of newspapers to respective vendors in wee hours of the morning. It was his first and his last. It was 3 am, and he was checking the “fresh stocks” at the warehouse. The rest of the workers were outside piling and packing with him the only one taking note of the numbers. Like any young teens, he had his walkman on (it was many years ago) as he counted and jotted his count.

As he move further into the dimmer part of the warehouse, he felt chilly but continued with his job… counting and counting. After a few minutes he began to feel lazy and squat down for a short break. He heard an old lady’s voice whispering “ah boy ah…. ah boy…” He ignored thinking it was his own imagination but the faint whisper and the smell of joint ointment grew stronger and stronger and he got kind of worried so he increased the volume of the walkman and slowly stood up wanting to leave that area. It was then when he heard a loud voice coming from his earphones saying (direct translation from Hokkien) “You think you can’t hear me like that?” He almost pee-ed in his pants and make a dash out of the warehouse.
[Posted at: Warehouse Incident]