When I was still a five year old girl, my brother would always scare me by the story about the ghost in my cabinet. He said that when Dad bought our house, there was a little boy who hanged himself inside the cabinet. At first I thought, it was a very bad joke. But my brother reassured me that what he’s saying was totally true. How can that be? He has never even seen the ghost boy at my room nor did I heard or felt it.
Not until my 13th birthday came. Continue reading