Grandma’s tale of horror story
Monday, November 27th, 2006My great grandma passed away at the age of 96 years old. That, was about 5 – 6 years ago. By now, if she was still alive, she would be celebrating her 100th ++ birthday. I remember back then when I was still young, I used to be a very mischevious kid always curious to know more about ghosts. But because it was a very “pantang” (taboo) thing to talk about in our culture, she never told me a single story. Instead, she would cast a angry look to scare me into keeping quiet. It never really work because I always ask her again the next time. Its funny thinking back that I’ve always loved to hear ghost stories.
It was not until one day she finally gave up. She told me that old ladies or perhaps old people had the ability to see ghosts. It was something she realized when she reached her 60 something year old. At that time, being young, I was horrified and swore not to reach 60, just in case. She only managed to share with me 2 stories, one which I forgot and didn’t understand due to the language barrier she and I shared (she spoke cantonese and at that time, I could only understand very little of it) and the other, well, this was what she experienced.
