We ended up piling the boxes containing medical waste at the other end of our bunk, under the outside windows. A number of the Malay medics weren't very happy about the situation because according to their traditions, blood and other bodily wastes in a living space invite unclean spirits in. Then, problems started. A number of guys experienced sleep paralysis. Among them were the guys who had protested about the boxes so I dismissed it as mass hysteria initially. The second night I woke up to hear music playing. The room felt cold and the radio was changing channels. This wasn't a set with a remote control or anything. It had a solid slider which you moved to change frequency. It wasn't just moving up and down through the channels either- it was pausing on certain stations- not just the English language stations which we all listened to but oldies stations featuring classic Malay and Chinese songs from the 50s and 60s. Like an old man trying to find a channel he liked.