The dry sink in my living room had fallen from the wall. My mother could not explain it! My father was worried we had been the victims of a home invasion. My sister was crying.
He believed to his very bones that his aunt was the devil, and that he had been commanded by God to go and kill her.
From the dark corners of the old block, appeared this skinny and frail woman in red. She seemed to look like a student, at least that was what Makcik R thought at first. Makcik R was about to call girl over, when she realized the woman wasn’t actually walking on the ground. She was floating in mid-air.
There, he slammed the door open, and loomed over my brother’s sleeping face and stared up close – with his now bright red, menacing eyes.
When we decided to move years later, my mom got a pretty bloody injury from moving out the dining table and claimed that it was the spirit claiming blood. I wished it just claimed blood from me that day. Since we moved, I’ve often been haunted by the entity I once lived with.
What? You think I’m some sort of rabid maniac running around without self-control killing boys? Believe it or not, I’m actually good at what I do. They knew my 20-year experience on the job is valuable and that’s why they brought me here.
When I woke up he told me that he had seen me sit up and crawl backwards to the edge of the bed and stand up in front of our bedroom door from the corner of his eye.