Three days after. We were going home. I prepared all my things I bought and have to bring all of those back home. I know how scary when mom scold me of things I left everytime I have my trip anywhere. Tita handed me a cross keychain.
"Thank you tita." and I hugged her.
"Go prepare your things. I'll just your meal before you leave." and I nodded.
As I was about to leave the bedroom, I noticed an image of a guy on the frame. I leaned to see clearly. It was blurred. I touched it and rubbed the blurry part. And it came to see my cousin's picture who died. This time, I was not scared. Instead, I smiled.
"I'll pray for your soul." and went outside the room.
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