She's definitely free-spirited. She easily laughs her hear out even at the lamest joke. She's my aunt, the coolest woman you'd ever met. Yet, behind her laughter are stories that tested her faith and courage. I don't know, but I admire her for that matter because living in a haunted place (The one I mentioned in my past story entitled " A Cranky Voice from the Grave") would surely make your screws loose. So, let me relate this nerve-wracking event that knocked her over.
This happened 4 years before her eldest daughter, her son-in-law, and her grandchildren moved in to her house after staying in an apartment 5 blocks away from our place. She'd been already hearing scary stories from her other children. From the sound of silverwares and kitchen utensils that seemed being banged against the wall at the wee hours of the morning to the familiar voices heard upstairs. But, she would just shrug her shoulders off and would just ask them to be brave amidst those happenings because it's their house, they needed to protect it no matter what.
Eventually, life went on for the four of them (This was the time when her eldest daughter had not decided yet to move out of the apartment). Her 3 children were usually out of the house in the morning and went back before 7 in the evening. As usual, she would just do her routine but this particular day was fateful, more likely, dreadful because as she was wiping the mirror in their hallway, she heard a sound downstairs like someone was keeping the silverwares in stack and wiping the tiles. She just remembered that her daughters hadn't been home yet because it was only around 10 am. What gave her the chills was the fact that no one answered back when she tried calling her daughters' names yet someone was still doing the errands in the kitchen. She pulled herself together then went downstairs to check it but it what happened next seemed like a nightmare. She saw herself standing in the kitchen and wearing the usual dress she wears in the morning. That's it! She ran out of the house crying. She rushed to my granny's house panting and telling us that she saw her doppelganger. Good thing the doppelganger didn't face her because she knew that was a sign of death.
Despite this ordeal, my aunt decided to return to the house with her friends. Up to this day, we couldn't forget her tale of horror.