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As an adult, I shouldn't believe in ghost or rather any monster stories that are told by an elderly person or that is passed down by the generation before them as there are not scientifically proven, but my mother keeps telling me that they're real, that ghost and monster roam this very land that we live in, the stories that she keeps telling me are all true.

When I was still a boy living in my grandparent's house, my grandmother always told me that an old house is a sacred place where other people are living with you, where you are not alone, where you always have company with you.

I didn't believe her I was a kid that believes in what I feel and see so at that time I just thought of her saying that as an elderly spouting bogus words so she may look respectable in my eyes or what does an elderly person think.

As the years go by I continue to visit my grandparent's house in summer or sometimes at Christmas, I started to feel and see things that are not possible in the middle of a hot summer day.

One day I started to search every nook and cranny of my grandparent's to see if there were any coins scatter around so I can buy some chips then I stumble a room that is in the very back of the house the room was dark is has no lights other than candles and sunlight that seeps into the room through a window.

The room was filled with dark wood-like cabinets that vary in height some are tall while some are small some of the cabinets sat a doll-like statue of a person on top of them and every statue is surrounded by two or more candles that are lit or not lit in some.

As I look the room through the door I got the feeling that I'm being watched as soon as I step through the door the feeling of being watched increases the room was cold it feels like a rain-type cold.

The room was full of dust that you even see them flying through the air as the sunlight hit them through the window as I look around the room the feeling of being watched keeps increasing it felt like more and more are watching me.

I tried to search where was the strongest feeling of being watched as I scan the room where it was, I found a painting an old painting sat on top of a cabinet it was a painting of an old woman dress in an old worn blouse the feeling of being watched by multiple people disappeared the moment I looked at her as if they were scared of her as I stare at the painting a feeling of being hug and the impression of my body getting heavier as I continue staring at her the sound that is near me is starting to disappear, the chirps of from the birds outside the window, the sound of the winds rustling the leave from a nearby tree, the of sound my breathing steadily disappearing the only sound that remains was my heart beating it was so clear and loud that I thought there was speaker beside my ear as I continue staring at her the feeling sense touch started to feel warp, compressing, constricting like inside a small box but all of that disappear the moment my cousin nudge in the shoulder [I woke up] from that state as my cousin urged me to play with them as I walk away from that room the feeling of being watched was still their never knowing that all of the eyes that were there blink the moment I passed through the door.

'I have a feeling that I forgot something what was it?' I think to myself what did I forget "hey what were you doing in grandpa's room?" my cousin asks as we walked through a hallway "That was Grandpa's room?" I ask in a surprised tone of voice "Yeah that's Grandpa's did you forget?" as she said that she looks at me like I was an idiot "I was searching for grandpa so I can borrow some money so I can buy some snacks why?" as I look at my cousin in a questionable way I notice that she made a strange face at me "what's the matter?" I ask her "Isn't Grandpa dead? why are you looking for him?" said in a suspicious voice towards me before looking at me in the face with an expression that I was caught lying by her but I was more shocked that Grandpa was dead than the face she made " Grandpa is dead!? when?" I ask in a shocked voice "Three years ago did you forget it?" she calmly asks me I just stood there shocked that I didn't know grandpa was dead for three years "So what we're doing you in there," she asks me the question that this entire conversation ' Yeah what was I doing there' as I ponder at her question I answer in my most confused expression and tone to her "I don't know".