A Lingering Spirit

Twelve o’clock sharp high noon, I was sitting on the ladder of our
house looking outside, when all of a sudden, I saw a dead relative
walking near the neighbor’s fishpond. She was wearing the same
dress at the time she was bitten by a wild infected dog.
That was her three days after death.

I was numb and frightened. Since then, I walked straight without
looking sideways. Almost a year after when I told the scene to somebody.