The Silent grief of my heart

The Black Lady on Holy Week

While my parents and my other siblings were in the city, me and my elder brother and sister were left in the house. In those days my aunt who lived near to us transferred to my other aunt's house which is 10 minutes away since no one is living there anymore. There are only 3 houses in our area that time, ours, , my aunt's and my uncle's house. That time was holy week and no one was at my uncle's house and at my aunty's as well. So at night my aunty would invite us to sleep in my other aunty's house. There was one time when we didn't go to aunty's house because my elder sister has to study for the exam.

My elder sister had just prepared congee for supper. And while we were eating there was someone who knocked three times near the windows so we were just silent because we were afraid. After the silence, another 3 knocks on the wall beside the door were heard. So since we're frightened we asked who was there but none answered. And until a loud knock on the door somewhat like knocking using a "baston or tungkod or sungkod "( a stick that old people use to help them walk specially in going up to higher area). So we opened the door and the black old with a hood.. Look likes an old witch or something like that, it disappeared after couple of minutes..After 5 minutes, my cousin arrived to fetch us and we slept at my aunt's house. At school we shared that experience to our classes.