Campers set chilling scene for double take
It was a starless night, and the glimmer of flashing lights in the distance and one medium-sized torch which was running out of batteries were our only guide.
We advanced slowly and cautiously. Our breathing was heavy because of a stuffiness in the air and our excitement.
All five of us crept stealthily in single file, following the footprints. Leon, the detective, leader and logician in our great quest, discovered traces of blood along the path.
The blood was fresh. The rest of us exclaimed in unison at the discovery. One thought flashed across our minds: perhaps we ought to abandon our search.
After all, what do campers have to do with murders or other bloody events? But a sudden rustle of leaves behind assured us there was no going back.
Meanwhile, the yellow flashing lights in the distance turned to red. This was followed by a clatter, very much like the loud noise which woke us. It seemed to have turned into a rhythmic pattern of loud and soft. Then a strange breeze blew from behind us.
It was too queer and too much for the average 16-year-old, not to mention five hypersensitive ones.
Our eyes met and we screamed, running blindly towards the lights and sounds. Our noise was enough not just to wake the dead, but deafen them.
We found ourselves in the middle of a clearing containing a van, red and yellow lights, recording and filming equipment, a pail of liquid (blood?), and an extremely frustrated director and his crew.
Without much ado we returned to our sleeping bags, grunting and mumbling under our breath that they ought to put up public notices about these sorts of things.
Why? Because curiosity is a youthful characteristic, a Chinese one too, so if you came under both categories, you are especially vulnerable. What an exciting but nerve-racking adventure it was! Raymond Hung is a former pupil of the Salesians of Don Bosco Ng Siu Mui Technical School