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 had passed when I told the scene to somebody.