Just in time for Halloween, I thought I’d write this month’s article on the beloved Disney spooks, in the Disney Haunted Mansion. My personal favorites are the ballroom ghosts. Day after day they bring devilish delight to thousands of guests of all ages as they whirl gracefully around and around in an eternal waltz.

 

I’ve lived here all my life, but never had I seen so much color in Singapore – bright orange columns against the dirty cream of signs reading “Internet Café, 24 hours” with blinking neon arrows. As I walked towards the ethnic neighbourhood of Little India, the gravel beneath my sneakers slowly fell away to a tessellation of orange diamonds, and the public housing shrank to traditional shophouses, standing in full glory from red windows, to turquoise walls, and striped patio blinds.