ONE FREAKY NIGHT

My grandma is fond of telling us stories on mysterious situations and scary things. She often tells us stories on her own experience on ghosts.

One night when my mother was out, I stayed in the sala with my grandma, sister and uncle. For a few minutes there was silence. Only the music from the radio was heard. Then my sister asked my grandma to tell a story about her own experiences on ghosts and mysterious entities.

The first story was about a puppy that was walking on water. Yes, you heard me right, a puppy walking on water. When I heard what the story was all about, I was intrigued and decided to myself to continue listening on the story. And when the story ended, I really felt scared.

My sister wasn�t contented on the first story so she asked my grandma to tell another story. My grandma willingly agreed and told us another story. At that time we were carried away with the story but my uncle interrupted by suddenly standing up and went to his room. We were laughing instead of being scared. I thought maybe he didn�t take it as we were nearing the climax. But then again, my grandma ended the story.

After the second story ended, my mother arrived and we went upstairs to sleep. But the stories never left my mind. Also, at that time, my grandmother (from my father�s side) has just died.

I woke up at 4 AM and went to the CR. Afterwards I got out. After a few steps of walking from the toilet to our room, I felt a cold wind passed. I felt goose bumps all over my body thinking it was my grandmother. I was really afraid because all windows and doors were closed at that time so I thought, there�s no way the wind could get inside. I directly went upstairs to sleep. But I can�t sleep because my experience still lingers on my mind.

After that incident, I kept on thinking that maybe it was really my grandma. That maybe she wanted to say something but unfortunately, because I am no psychic, I don�t know what was it. I really want to know what she wanted to say but I don�t know how.

On the other hand, I stick to the fact that maybe it was just a cold wind. I am not really a ghost believer. They (my classmates) kept on talking about their freaky experiences on ghosts. But I don�t readily believe them. My reason: I can�t believe on ghosts not until I have seen one.

Other people would probably raise their brows when they hear my reason. I am not only the person who thinks this way. Maybe when the right time comes for me to believe, I would accept the fact that there are really GHOSTS.