Just A Memory

In my hometown, there's a story about a spirit who lived in my grandmother's house. This spirit was of an old man who liked to keep to his routine. Every morning, he would walk from his room to the outside gate to go pray at the mosque.

During one summer, my mom and her brothers were visiting. They were just kids, enjoying their holidays. People back then would sleep outside because it was cooler, especially in the summer. Everyone knew not to sleep in the spirit's path, but one night, it was just too hot for my mom's cousin. He decided to move his cot into the path, even though he knew he shouldn't.

The next morning, everyone found his cot flipped over with him underneath it! He wasn't hurt, but he did end up with a fever that lasted for two days. It was a strange incident that reminded everyone to respect the spirit's path.