I was 7 years old when my aunt died of ovarian cancer in Leganez, Iloilo, Philippines. Her death was very untimely since she was only 30 years old at that time, just got married, and left behind three very young children (my cousins).
On the second night of her wake, I was bullying her youngest son. We were fighting over a stupid toy and I recall hitting my cousin with a wooden stick in the thigh causing minor bruises (I was really a bad bully during those daysļ).
As punishment for my bad behavior, my mom padlocked me inside a room in the second floor of my aunt's house. The room was really dark and old with only one bed and one window. I was so scared, I cried and begged for them to let me out but they didn't listen until I got tired and fell asleep inside the room.
At around 3:00 am in the morning, I was awakened by a strong slap to my thigh. It felt like someone spanked my thigh so hard. But as I looked around, nobody was there. I ran to the door to check if someone was playing a prank on me, but it was still padlocked. I screamed for help but no one can hear me since the room was far from the stairs. I went back to bed and tucked myself under the blanket, again I fell asleep.
At 5:00 am I was again awakened by a strong whip to my thigh but this time I saw the door of the room already open. I immediately went out and ran downstairs. While on my way down, I can see my aunt's casket but I can't see any of my relatives around. Nobody was guarding or watching over the coffin. As I was slowly passing through my aunt's coffin I heard a soft humming sound, like a mother humming a lullaby to her baby. I stopped to check where the sound is coming from and my body started to shiver when I realized it was coming from my aunt's casket. I ran as fast I could outside the house where I saw my mom and other relatives preparing food for the visitors. I told them my story but as expected nobody believed me. My mom even asked me how I got out of the room.
After my aunt's burial, we went back to Manila, Everything was normal until one night, when I was about to go to sleep, I saw a woman leaning on my closet. She was wearing exactly the same dress my aunt was wearing when she was buried. I can't clearly see her face it was like blending with the dark. In a blink of an eye the woman was gone. I ran to my parent's room and asked if I can sleep there and my mom approved. I slept in a couch approximately 4 meters away from my parent's bed.
At around 3:00 in the morning, I heard my mom crying while sitting at the edge of their bed, her hands covering her face while sobbing. Worried, I asked her 3 times "Mom, what's wrong?" she didn't answer. That's when I realized it was not my mom because I can see my mom and dad sleeping beside the crying lady. I started to shout to wake up my parents and in an instant the lady was gone. My parents thought I was just hallucinating and they even checked me with a thermometer if I have a fever. I told them the story the next day, but as expected, they didn't believe me.
This happened 25 years ago. I'm already 32 years old now but everything is still clear in my mind and I remember every single detail of those experiences.
Thank you for your time reading my story; sorry for my grammar, I'm not that good in English.
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