This is my first time to share my story here on your website... I'm not good in storytelling, so please bear with me.
Way back in 2007, my dad owned one of the vdeoke bars in our province... They said that that bar was a morgue before. I remember when we were in high school we avoid passing by that street because there were a lot of coffins in that place, and I think they were making them there.
My crazy dad rented that place; he has a lot of friends... Kainuman friends that's why he decided to manage a vdeoke bar... He made that place like his own house... He asked my cousin to design the place. Then there were rooms, toilets and bathrooms... There was a mini "kubo" as well at the back near the fish pond and everything was made of bamboo... It was nice then, you would not have thought it was a morgue before. I had my room at the very back of that place. I was always sleeping there alone. I know I am sensitive and I can feel them but I am not afraid.
It was April 2007, and it was holidays so the bar was closed that time. My dad was sleeping at the mini kubo and I was on the other side of the bar. I was not sleeping yet, I was still texting Gerhard, and then suddenly I realized that my bed was shaking. It was really shaking hard! I was shocked! But then I ignored it. After a few minutes it was shaking again! I almost fell out of my bed! Then I heard some footsteps I thought my dad was coming, I waited but nobody came... I was afraid and could not move. I was calling Gerhard but again my bed shook like it was throwing me of. I managed to get up of the bed I grabbed my blanket and ran to my dad's room... I couldn't say a word and was shaking with freight. My dad asked me what happened but I couldn't tell him. My dad told me to just sleep with him that night.
The next morning I told Anteh Verg our taga luto what happened last night. She told me "eh dun yata sila nag eembalsamo sa katabi ng kwarto moh dti eh" foookk! After that I never slept in that room again...