Edits to Supersition

"Watch over the fire, make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, do not even make paper aeroplanes with them or else something bad will happen to you...", my mother uttered, while sobbing uncontrollably.

It was my grandfather's funeral. My late grandfather often ill-treated me and hit me over small matters. Soon, my mother went to talk with the people who had came and left me alone to burn the incense paper. Again, my mother warned me to watch over the fire and make sure all the papers offered are burnt to ashes, if not it will anger my grandfather. I nodded my head reluctantly and took the incense paper and started burning them. Then, I got bored and thought about the times how my late grandfather treated me. I got infuriated by the time the waves of the ugly memories came rushing back. I was furiously crushing up the papers into balls of hatred. A spirit-like smoke started forming my late grandfather's face. I then screamed hysterically. Suddenly, I felt faint and my vision blurred.

Everyone crowded around me to see what was happening. The expression of shock was written on their faces when they saw a few incense paper ,crushed into balls, lying around the floor. Luckily, one of them was quick enough as to call for an ambulance using his handphone. Soon, the ambulance's siren was heard. The paramedics put me on a stretcher and carried me into the vehicle. Not long later, we reached National University Hospital since it was the nearest hospital then. The doctor examined me and my we were told that I was only suffering from severe shock. My mother brought me home right away since the doctor had advised me to have enough rest and to also take the medicines prescribed accordingly. She was still worried for me as I had crushed the incense paper and decided to call for a priest.

Unfortunately, all my mother's effort were to no avail. The priest could not do anything. He shook his head and told us that the spirit was very difficult to exorcise out from my body. As days went by, I was no longer being myself. I was not as cheerful and hyperactive as I used to be. I even kept to myself, refusing to tell anyone what I had actually seen. I would rather be left alone in my room, in total darkness.

On one of the days, I was walking to the toilet while talking to myself at the same time. I saw something in the toilet bowl and went to peek at it. Abruptly, something which was forceful pulled my entire head into it. My mother who heard the loud thud and also my hysterical yell came running to the toilet, to see what on earth had happened to me. She quickly called for a doctor as there was a large bruise on my forehead.

After this incident, nothing weird happened to me anymore and I guess my grandfather's anger had subsided. I had learnt my lesson and made a promise not to repeat the same mistake again. It was indeed a scary experieence for me.