The story I'm about to tell is something that had happened to me personally when I was a baby. Mom told me all about what had happened. It was 1985, and I was just a few months old. Mom had taken us, that's me, my big sister and my two older brothers back to her hometown. The one from my previous story.
So there we were, in my grandparents house. Along with my aunt and uncles and cousins. Everybody was so happy to receive a new family member. I was born 10 years apart from my big sister so these were like big news to the whole family. That makes my grandparents loved me so much that they insisted that we lived with them as my dad was still in the army.
One afternoon after mom breastfeeding me on the bed, she fell asleep with me on her side. After a while she woke up due to not finding me next to her. She was wondering if my brothers had taken me. She went outside to the living room and saw my brothers and sister were also asleep and I was not with them. The she went to ask if grandma took me or not. She was also surprised as she was busy preparing for lunch.
My mom woke up my siblings and ask them about me. They said they never took me because they know not to bother me until I'm old enough to play with them. Mom and grandma worried and started to panic. Grandpa came home and join on being panic also. They start to look around the house and I was not to be found. They were worried sick thinking that I could be kidnaped as the house was so easy to break into.
After a few hours searching, my mom suddenly hear a faint sound of me crying. She traced it back to our room. She look around but still didn't find me. The she got the urge to look under the bed. There I was, laying in the middle under the bed. It was kind of an old style of bed with poles and curtain type. So there was space under the bed.
She took me out from under there and hold me tight to calm me down. They felt how strange it was for me to be under the bed. How did I come to be there? Did I rolled by myself and landed down and rolled under the bed? If I did, I would be crying loud if I fell down the high bed. Mom would have notice that. And couldn't be rolling by myself as I was still wrapped in my blanket and it was tight. Mom did that to prevent me from moving about. My brothers promised that they would never touch me or they would get it with hard from grandpa as he was a very scary man.
But mom was very glad nothing bad happen to me. Untill now she never knew what truly happened.
Grandma sometimes jokingly tells us stories that very close to the house there is another village. It was in another world, similar to our world. They live in the same time as us. Only that they can see us but we can't see them. We all just lough thinking that its just some stories elders telling just to scare us to be more respectful for our surroundings.
But to me maybe some stories they tell tend to be true for some reason.
Mom used to tell me that she thinks that perhaps, maybe those peoples from the "other village" came by to play with me. Maybe they took me a while to play with. And then put me back under the bed.
I sort of beleived the story a bit. My oldest brother once said to me that us siblings were very special. Till now, I still have a feeling of "other peoples" around me. Sometimes I can hear peoples chatering close by except that nobody was around.
Well, that's it for now. I will write more stories later on. Thanks for reading.