I want to bring about my experience that I still remember today. This made me dare to sleep alone in my room. I am a single mother. I live with my mom, dad, my younger brother and his wife at our home in Sembawang. I slept with my daughter named Kiera. I live with my mom, dad, my younger brother and his wife at our home in Sembawang.
I slept with my daughter named Kiera. I live with my mom, dad, my younger brother and his wife at our home in Sembawang. I slept with my daughter named Kiera.
Our beds are bunk beds. I sleep downstairs and Kiera upstairs. Often Kiera gets home from work at least 11.30 pm. And Kiera will send me an order if he is late at night, often late at his job at Changi Airport. And if he does not go back, he will send an order or call me to tell me. This incident happened to me a week ago, on Friday night. I was too tired after coming home from work after 7pm. After cleaning, Maghrib and Isyak prayers, I eat and talk with my mom and dad. At 10 o'clock in the evening, I entered the room and went to sleep. I was awake from sleep after something sounded over my bed. It sounded like a sound when Kiera was baring or swirling herself on the bed. The clock shows at 12:15 am.
In my opinion, it must be Kiera who is lying on top. Often, I saw the Kiera mobile phone next to me, but that night I did not notice the wire. At the same time, I was scared of my unpleasant smell. I know it's a nice smell, but I still half sleep half up. I was moved to see my cell phone. I was surprised when when I was holding my cell phone at the same time Kiera sent me an order to tell her that she was home late, still at work, there was overtime work and probably about 2am.
So what's on the bed until I hear that heavy sound? What is that? Still there or not? These questions play in my mind. To move away scared, to sleep back and forth again when the scent of the pacifier is still there, and the feeling becomes indeterminate. Suddenly there was a sound from the bed slowly as the sound of a moan. Slow but clear sound. Imagine, distance from bed to door about seven sites. I lift my pillow and cell phone and walk slowly toward my door. Somehow I was moving slowly, I did not think that the quick move was fun again. When I opened the door of the room (the bed behind me), there was a sense of curiosity in what was on the bed.
I opened the door, Slowly turning my head to the right so I'll see from the footsteps first. Imagine what I see. The human body wrapped in white linen, I can say Pocong in my son's bed in my bed. Without delay, I ran away without closing my room door. Because of the great fears, I shocked my father and mother. Mom can feel something when I surprise him. However, nobody dared to check that room that night. We continue to sleep until the morning. Until now I do not allow my son Kiera to work overtime, and when Kiera is back, I will be in my mother's room. Thank you for highlighting my story.
