The mystery of the pandan ghost

FOR several days early last month, whenever I opened my bedroom door, there was a strong smell of pandan. It was as if someone had crushed a huge bunch of the leaves and left them in my room. Except there was not a single leaf in sight.

I am not superstitious. But after being greeted by the smell of pandan for three days in a row, I was creeped out enough to start wondering if there was some other force at work.