My family used to say that I have a gift since I was born. They always see me chuckle and babble like I was playing with someone when I was still a baby. Anyways, this story happened when I was 10 years old.
It was my grandfather's wake that time (he was ambushed, 13 gunshots --- it was published in a local newspaper). The 3 day wake was held at my grandparents house in Quezon province. It was a two storey house, the 2nd floor used to be a karate gym where my grandfather used to teach karate. It has big mirror opposite to the door. The elderly believes that all the mirrors in the house/funeral house should be covered during someone's wake (I'm not sure about the reason why).
Since our parents were too busy with the people downstairs, my cousins, siblings and I went upstairs to play in the karate gym. We found out that the big mirror there wasn't covered so we played in front of the mirror looking at our reflections. While we were making faces in front of the big mirror, I saw a familiar face on the reflection, standing near the door. I stared at the reflection and found out that it was my uncle who was murdered 3 months before my grandfather was ambushed. (He was found on a river quite far from my grandparents house, his right wrist was slashed and almost amputated -- his left arm is injured that time and can't even pick up a fork.) I saw the reflection of my very pale uncle wearing a black slacks, barong and white shirt underneath.
I ignored it thinking that maybe it was just my imagination. I continued playing with my cousins and I didn't tell them what I saw. Few moments after, I glanced at the the ladder leading to the rooftop and I saw my uncle again. This time, he's getting closer and his right hand is extended in front just like asking for alms. This time, I screamed and ran downstairs. I left my cousins puzzled about my reaction.
I was really scared and I told my mom about it while my grandma was listening. They told me that maybe I was just imagining things but when I told them about how my uncle look like and what he's wearing, they couldn't believe it. I accurately described how my uncle look like during his wake. It was impossible for me to describe it exactly because I wasn't able to attend my uncle's wake. I didn't see him on his last days on earth. My grandma took out his pic when he was in his coffin and he really looked exactly the same when I saw him at the gym.
Maybe he was just there to pay us a visit...
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