15th day 7th moon

Today's the 15th day 7th moon of the Lunar calendar..which means the climax of the Hungry Ghost's Festival. This occasion is taken very seriously by the Chinese.


The dead is belief to return to visit their living relatives during the 7th month and thus entertainment and sumptuous meals are prepared to appease these ‘ghosts’. The Chinese feel that they have to satisfy them in order to get good fortune and luck for the rest of the year.

On the night of the 15th day 7th moon...an incident happened....
It was twilight...the spooky hour between sunset and nightfall. A lone hooded figure was walking stealthily up the hilly terrain. A mysterious silhouette against the looming darkness that was slowing eating up the dying flames of the evening sun.

A strong wind was stirring across the hill almost blowing the hood off the head of the lone figure.


The hooded figure stopped in front of a freshly erected tombstone. The mysterious figure crouched in from of the tomb and flashed a torchlight on the grey marble slab....focusing on the small passport size picture of a girl.


"You think you can come back to avenge your death, ah?", the figure snarled.


"Allow me to send you off to where you rightfully belong...tonight.....Let this be your second and final death....hahaaaaaaa !"


The hooded figure cackle reverberated throughout the silent hill.



"No time to waste..I must seal the tomb and complete the rites before 11pm."



The figure poured some water onto the cemented area in front of the tomb. A white cloth was spreaded out to cover the back portion of the grave.


"Guardians of the underworld, I invoke your spirits and your power here tonight".
And now my lovely young lady, it's time to send you off. I ended your life and now I banish your spirit as well..."


Then he flung the talisman high into the air and planted a pair of red candles onto the ground.
With litted joss sticks, he knelt down and started chanting incoherently.

The chants echoed eerily on the silent hill.
A blinding flash of light zapped across the sky.
Lightnings and roaring thunder.

When the chanting stopped....
A loud explosion occurred right in the middle of the tombstone.
Bangggg..................Thummmmmmmmm


The entire area was blurred....and as the smoke disperse....I saw....
The tomb looked as if it had been hit by hurricane .......what~a~mess !
to be continue.

May Lord Buddha bless the livings as well as the dead on this Ghostly month.