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Don't Look Behind You- Story Three
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The Walk.
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As I mentioned, my mother had just come home from the UAE during this time. She likes walks and told us to go for a walk. My memory isn't good but I think my eldest uncle and my aunts came along. This was still in the subdivision in Tagaytay where we lived. The sun was starting to set and, as a child, I was scared of everything. My aunts would often tease us with scary stories and such so I'm not convinced that the following isn't just my imagination.
In Southridge (our subdivision) there were a lot of unclaimed lots and little forests so there was a lot to see. There were also lots of haunted places there. We called it haunted but we never did believe it. It was only a joke. Especially since my family is very, very religious.
Anyway, we were already about 20 minutes away from our house. There was a house there, about three stories. I've been staring at it for a while, I don't know what caught my attention, maybe kids' intuition? Who knows. Not sure who pointed it out first but someone pointed to the house and we all looked. Someone was waving at us. And then just. Disappeared. My aunts and uncles joked about it and they said maybe they were just wiping the windows. But that did not explain how that... person just straight up disappeared! Well, to be fair, the window was kinda blurry. Maybe they fell or got pulled back. It was clearly an uninhabited house but caretakers were common here.
I was the only one who saw because I looked back. There, I saw it, clearly this time. A woman with jet black hair waving at me. At me! God only knows how fast I went to catch up to my mother. Her hair wasn't even all over her face. It was swept to one side and fixed up all tidy. She looked rich, not like a caretaker. If that wasn't a caretaker, than what the hell was that?
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This also happened during that walk. We were walking back to our house but we didn't take the same route to that house. We just circled about because our aunts literally hurried my mom to go home. There, at the side of the lot next to a sidewalk, was a big tree and there was a swing there. It wasn't particularly windy that afternoon. Our aunts saw the swing.
"Hey, beh (they call ud "beh" as in baby), won't it be scary if the swing moved on its own?" We fussed, of course, when one of my aunts said that.
But then it actually started creaking. My aunts got scared, too, and they sped-walked the other way while me and my sister ran.
Whatever the hell happened there back in Southridge, I'm glad I'm in America now.
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