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I was up in my room that Nana herself fixed,

the curtains were made of silk, with the color

tone of brown that seemed to get lighter as it

reached up to the rods, my bed was arranged

just the way that I like it, my pillows were

arranged and were stacked neatly at the head

board, the pillowcase were in the tone of

orange to nearly portraying the color of the

sunset, the table that was just beside my bed

was stacked with my favorite books, the

lampshade that she personally bought for me 5

years ago was sitted on top of it. I love

everything, from the color of the wall to the

carpeted floor until the closet at the side

that was neat and has a lemony mint scent.

Everything was perfect for me, every single

thing is perfect just like Nana.

I slowly opened the curtain and raised the

window up allowing a slight gust of wind enter

my room, it was dark in the countryside and

only a few houses were there, no wonder

Nana loves this place it’s serene, it’s calming,

it can actually make you feel that you are

indeed at home. My eyes scanned the fields

until the forest in which Nana said that we

still own, I wanted to go there, to explore the

entire area, but then my eyes landed on a

figure on the other side just about near the

clearing, the figure seemed to walk towards

the house or maybe just in the direction of

the house, but when it noticed that I was

watching, it suddenly disappeared.

Curiosity first entered my system as I walked

towards the bath, even at the warm spray of

water that touched my body, my mind still

traveled to that figure that I saw, but from

what Nana told me that no one was around

except from the family that lives 5 kilometers

away from us. So who or what was that

figure lurking around our property?!

“Nana..” I called her attention as she set

down the plates right in front of me, “I saw

something..”

Nana’s eyes flickered as she looked at me in a

way that she’s telling me that she wants me

to continue.

“I saw something or I think it’s someone

lurking just a couple of yards there in the

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