I was on a holiday to Taiwan. I lived in a beautiful bungalow that nobody was living inside. I lived there with my three children. Everything seemed to be in order until the second day I moved in.
I was reading a book in bed when I saw a tall and beautiful lady, about 178 cm tall dressed in a white gown. She had a sad expression on her face and her eyes looked sad, her feet not touching the floor. I asked her what was wrong but she just disappeared. Feeling more surprised than scared, I went to sleep. Before I went to sleep, I prayed.
The next day, I woke up. I looked around for the lady but she was not there. I went to eat breakfast and then told my cousins about it. They said that maybe I was dreaming. That night I looked for the lady again. There she appeared again, her eyes gloomy and her face had a sad expression. I asked her with a trembling voice," Well, why are you haunting the place? You should be telling me your problems." She showed me a photograph and I looked at it. There was a man in the photograph and there was the lady, strangled by the man. She then said that the man was her lover who had strangled her to death in that very same house. I kept the photograph then showed it to my cousins. My children and they were very shocked. Then they offered me to stay in their flat.