A story of an invincible phenomenal, a ghost story.....immediately as I heard this one memory immediately flashed in. A remarkable story, a story I still can't interpret up till now. It's actually an experience I had in one of my visits to the village. A visit to a burial ceremony in village.
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I think it was around 2010, 2011 or 2012. I can't get the definitely date but I know it was around that time. My mom took I and my family to our village to attend a burial ceremony of a relative, think it was her grandma whom was my great-grandma in particular. On reaching there I certainly can't give details on how the ceremony went as I was left with a relative all day. The only time I went out was when I took a stroll with my brother. And that was the only time I stepped out of the house that day,till my mom returned.
So after the ceremony we all gathered together as a family. My Mom's relatives and my siblings, we started talking about stories ( actually they, as I was always quiet, haha ) They talked a lot mostly in our traditional language which I was having difficulties understanding. I had to leave them and go inside a room to sleep as I was tired and that was it man....that was when I had a really scary experience that I'm still trying to understand up till date.
while I was in my room I heard knocks on the door, the living room door...then I started hearing people scream and calling names, I had to run out of the room to see what was happening and behold...although I can't totally remember all I saw but i remember vividly that I saw a man standing at the front of the living room, he was on dark clothing.....something like a rag, he was holding long knife that had a carved edge, sharp and sparkling.....it was more like a spear.....
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I ran back into the room looking for my mom and when I couldn't find her I ran back to the living room and all of a sudden everything went back to normal. I saw my mom outside discussing with relatives and acting like noting happened. Although they were sounding like a event happened, like they saw what I saw as well but I'm not sure what yjru were saying as it was in their local language I went to them and i was amazed by what I was hearing, they were calling the same names and then saying something like ' it's him ' he don come again "holy ghost fire"
Since then the image has been in my head, and behold it's almost the same image with the image of death in this current times. Whenever I see this image it always remind me of that tremendous incident that happened.
Anyways it's something I truly dont like talking about. A misery I still can't comprehend.....I'm glad such topic came up and I finally get to talk about it.....pls tell me in the comment section if you've experience such as well would like to know, gat to go now..see ya.
