Here are my stories...
My mother's sister,Terry, died in 1972, May, I think. I was 3yrs old at the time and my brother would have been a year old. These stories have been told to me countless times by my mother and other aunts. These all happened while we were still living in the Philippines. One time my brother and I were waving out the window in the direction of the bus stop. My aunts asked who we were waving at. We said that we were waving at my aunt Terry, who was waiting for the bus. We described what she was wearing to them. And my aunts were then very eager to return us to my mother.
At another time, I was in my grandmother's kitchen and somebody, I forget who, asked if I wanted to eat something. I said, "No, Auntie Terry and I already ate". The last story was that my grandmother said I was talking to somebody one day. I told this person that I didn't want to go with them and I wasn't going. She asked who I was talking to and I told it was my aunt. My grandmother told me to tell her that I was not going to go with her. I don't remember these things, but I figure they were true. I don't think a 3yr old would lie about those things. I still remember the wake. It took place in the living room at my grandmother's house. Even today, my brother and I have a hard time going into my aunt's bedroom when we visit my grandmother's old house.
My family went back to the Philippines last year for my grandmother's funeral. She died in my uncle's house, in the downstairs bedroom. This happened night before we were going back home. We were staying in the bedroom at the front of the house. The AC unit was loud and the bedroom door is made of heavy wood. It's hard to hear any outside noise. It was about 10:30pm and everyone was in bed. My 2 cousins were out. My mother and my children were in the bedroom. The kids were asleep and I had just turned off the light. I heard a loud banging. I didn't think much of it. Then it happened again. My mother asked if I heard something. I told her that I did. It happened a third time. I went outside to see what was going on. The house was quiet. The noise was coming from one of the 2 French doors leading to the outside. It sounded as if someone was shaking the doorknobs violently, as if someone was locked out of the house. I was expecting to hear somebody yelling to open the door. I got half way to the door and it stopped. The whole house was quiet and there was no street noise, just dead silence. I looked outside through the glass section of the first set of French doors. I thought it could have been the dog trying to get in, but he wasn't there. I didn't even hear his nails on the driveway. Needless to say I went back to the bedroom and told my mother what happened. I did not leave the bedroom until it was time to get up.
I own a dog, so I know what a dog scratching at the door would sound like. It clearly sounded as if someone wanted to get in. I thought maybe a robber. But he wouldn't make a sound and the dog would catch him. I told my uncle the story. He told me that the door was not locked because his son wasn't home yet and he locks it when he comes home. I freaked out a little when my uncle told me that the door wasn't locked in the first place. My uncle told me that one of his son's friends saw my grandmother one day. Told my cousin she was behind him and his friend ran off. I was told sometimes t he maids find the light is on in the bedroom where she died. And supposedly, no one turned it on.
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