Yo Readers!
After returning from the picnic, I was tired; I wanted to take a nap. I went to rest upstairs in my aunts' old room. Strange things started to happen.
I was listening to my fully charged mp3 player then all of the sudden the music stopped and the application closed automatically. I started reading a book.
My eyes were getting droopy, and then the lights was turned on. I looked and I saw my little nephew scurrying away.
The music started playing again, and it got windy. Of course, the wind was a good relief from the heat. It started lolling me to sleep, but it got so strong slamming the door shut and disrupting my attempt to nap once again.
Next thing I know, it was time for dinner. I told my aunts what happened. One of them replied: "The spirits are early this year ... Maybe that's the spirit of your aunt looking for her pasalubong ( roughly translated as "souvenir from a trip or treat from a trip" )?"
It's been a year since my father's eldest sister died, and the room I stayed in was her favorite room.
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