This is my first time to submit a story in YGS so I do not know how to start it. Okay, now to the main topic:
First, let me tell you the structure of the house. In the living room, beside it is the dining room. At the front of the dining room there is the kitchen (there is no door between them), beside the kitchen there is a door that leads to the garden.
Now back to the story: When I was a little kid, we had a maid wearing a violet or purple shirt that day. (You will later know why am I explaining this to you.) When I was sitting in the living room doing something, at the corner of my eye I saw a quick movement of something purple. I was a bit scared by it so I told it to my mom. So my mom asked our maid (surely because she was wearing a purple shirt that day) if she walked at the garden and her answer scared me. Our maid said that she did not walk at the garden. But now, it doesn't scares me anymore.
My mother's experience: This story was experienced by my mother who told us about it. She told us that when she was sitting in a chair with a table in front of her (she was reading a book and the book rested on the table, and three more chairs are around it, too), at the corner of her eye she saw a bald man wearing a barong (barong is the national garment of the Philippines) looking at her. But when she turned to look at him, he was gone.
My sister's experience: When my younger sister was still a little kid, maybe 3-5 years old, my mom and her were sleeping in the living room. One night, my sister asked for a bottle of milk, so my mom went to get her a bottle of milk. My mom was a bit shocked to find that my sister (who is now really scared) is covering her face with a pillow and pointing at something. My mom asked her what was wrong but my sister kept pointing so my mom looked at where she was pointing and saw nothing. Starting that day, my sister has now been pretty scared when it comes to darkness or ghosts and other unexplained things in this world.
Thank you everyone for reading my story! Any comments or suggestions are appreciated.