"EXPERIENCE'S"

"The Restless Soul"

When I was young i was there at my Aunt's house where I used to live temporarily, I call her mama.

I was still in grade level when my Aunt's husband died.

So they let me stay with my grandmother for a while because they said I might be scared if I encounter of the phenomenon that happened to my uncle's grave...

So this is the SCENE on the grave of my dead uncle.

Everyone was shocked and surprised at the incident suddenly the car came and its light flickered in sync with the car horn.

Almost next to the car was a long table where those who supposedly sympathized with my uncle's death gambled.

The people were in a commotion when it suddenly retreated as if rushing to attack them.

Tables and chairs were thrown even the ones placed on the tables were thrown everywhere.

The moving vehicle moved forward again. Everyone was confused because there was no one in it no one was operating or driving the vehicle.

Everyone is confused and doesn't know where they are going so that they can't be run over by a moving vehicle that seems to have a demon merging with it.

When the deceased's wife arrived, the car suddenly stopped so everyone returned to their seats and even though they were scared, they continued to gamble.

They seemed accustomed to such scenes in the area but even so the people will still see fear and apprehension.

But because money and gambling are more important to them, they put aside all fears and anxieties about events that no one can explain to them.

The day of the funeral came and the cars always stopped on the road and there was no problem when they inspected why their cars were parked.

They just kept going until they reached the cemetery. The funeral went well so after the other ceremonies they went home to their respective homes. The trip to going home was okay they all returned home well and safely.

That's the story before I was taken from my grandmother to my mother's side.

After the funeral I went home again. and there is my experience with those wonders had already begun.

My fat sister goes to the kitchen to find something to eat while watching tv. At the first step she took in the opening of the kitchen door she let out a loud screaming while pronouncing mama's name.

The first time she set foot on the kitchen door her eyes widened at the sight of our floating pots and pans.

And she loud shout then_ "Mamaaaaaaa !!!" while panicking and not knowing what to do.

She could not get out of the stand as if her feet were nailed to the floor.

Mama went to her quickly.

As soon as mama opened the kitchen door, the pots and pans suddenly collapsed and everyone in the house was startled.

"What happened?" she asked my sister.

"Mom, he's scaring me he's here. He making us feel bad." cried my fat sister.

Mama helped her to go to her room because her knees were shaking in fear that she would not be able to step.

The next day my sister and I would take a bath together in the bathroom (you know the toy phone in the 2000s that still lights and sounds? that) I brought my toy phone to the bathroom. I ask to my sister to hung it on the back of the door.

And While we soaping our body the light will suddenly turned off and on the bathroom where we are bathing.

"F***! the light will go died soon don't play with it!" my fat sister shouted, she thinking that our brothers and sisters were fooling us.

Suddenly the faucet and shower turned on along with the lighting and ringing of my toy phone.

I saw the fear on my fat sister's face that made me nervous.

My sister and I are already confused we rush to picked-up a towel and covered our naked bodies even though our bodies are still full of soaps bubble's.

When she turned the lock she couldn't open it and she slammed the door "mamaaaa !! maaaaa! Open the door! This is f*cking sh*ts! ahhhrrrggg!! " my fat sister shouted.

And the door opened for us,

Mama was the one in a front of the door "How are you? and what happen?" she asked us.

My sister couldn't learn how to tell mama what happened during inside the bathroom. Then suddenly the light in the living room was turning off and on and closed the door loudly.

I ran to hug mama in fear of what was happening. My other sister of mine who is younger than my fat sister with me in the bathroom. "Mom, let's pray and give some gifts." she said.

So the day after tomorrow we did what my other sister told us and everything went okay.

Sometimes he makes us feel him that he is still in the house. But it’s not as scary as it used to be. It's type of that floats everything in the house, the kind of noise that can only make you tremble with fear.

But the fear that had built up in Our being remained.When we grew up and reached the right age, we left that house until only one family remained.

What I don’t know is whether that soul is still feeling restless until now.

I was hoping that his soul would be quiet now and have a peaceful rest.

By the way, you might be confused by my story about the father died.

I'm adopted, yeah you read it right? I'm adopted by my mom sister.

My aunt adopted me to her second husband so the one who died was not my father. If you notice in my story I don't call him papa but I used to say my sister's father or my uncle.

Let's do the third story ?.

You can ask if you have some questions in the comments.