English. What's my grade in there? I'm afraid to find out. Terrified, because I suspect I'm failing and that is baaad. Economics I will pass, somehow, through the goodness of Betham's heart, but I have no idea how I'm going to pull English off. Smudge fudge crudge. (New thing. No swearing.)
I came across this in my research of Asian ghost stories: Have you ever smelt some fragrance out of no where? For example, you are on a jungle trek and you suddenly smell something, which to you may be the smell of flowers or some insects. This smell need not necessarily be a sweet smell all the time. They are common especially in hilly areas or inside the forest. Many people from where I come from (Malaysia) believe that we should ignore the smell and say not a word about it. According to the locals, the smell actually symbolizes a presence and if you make any silly comments about it, it will follow you.
When I read this, I just cracked up. Isn't there a huge flower in Malaysia that has a scent like rotting meat, that is often very unpleasant? I remember reading about that in a Ranger Rick when I was really young...but anyway, since I have no other content for tonight here's a ghost story regarding this scent, from the website I got the above info from:
Wen Jian loves jungle trekking. He goes jungle trekking every weekend and he usually goes with some friends.
One Sunday afternoon, he went on his usual jungle trekking trip with three other friends. As they were on their way back, they smelled something very fragrant. To these regular hikers, such smell isn't anything unusual but no one ever says a word about it.
Wen Jian was the sceptical kind of guy, especially when it comes to ghosts and the supernatural. He made silly comments about the odour and said how smelly it was. His friends tried to stop him but the more they tried, the more he would say.
Later, he sensed trouble when he realised the same smell is also found in his car as he was driving back. Then, the smell followed him all evening, wherever he went. Even as he was going to bed, the smell was still following him. He was rather scared then and he just couldn't sleep.
As it got deeper into the night, Wen Jian, still trying to get over the smell and go to sleep, heard something beside him. He turned around and saw an old lady sleeping next to him. She was very old and had long hair. Wen Jian knew the smell came from her. He turned back, shut his eyes and starting begging her to let him go. She never appeared again, but the smell followed Wen Jian wherever he went for two whole weeks.