UM(1) Creative Writing Club (Activity)

Poda

I was in an old wooden house with some ppl. The house was like one of those deserted houses which haven't been repaired for a long time. People were scattered here and there, chattering quietly. 
  In front of me was a nun who was so thin that she almost looked like a skeleton. She was lying on a bed. But she was holding my hand and talking quite animatedly, "Noe Noe, was the curry I made delicious?" and then, she laughed hysterically. A woman whom I supposed my mom and an unfamiliar man was beside me tending to that nun who was bedridden. While we were taking care of her, the scene changed right before my eyes.
  We were at the funeral of the said nun. Again, I could hear people moving tables and ordering around. Some were talking in their groups.People who I thought I knew but actually didn't know. No one paid heed to me as if I was invisible.My mom was nowhere to be found and I was alone in the crowd, caught in the chaos. I felt awfully lonely.
  The scene changed again. I was walking alone on an eerie road supposedly going to that funeral. The misty road was dimly lit with lampposts. I was walking endlessly with chatters of people around me but I knew none of them nor can I see them.
  Suddenly, a woman I seemed to know appeared beside me. "Thamee yay, let's go to the amusement park with my son". My conscience told me. 'But her son passed away few years ago in a car crash." I felt shivers running down my back. She was acting oblivious to the fact that her son was not alive anymore. My head became lightheaded and cold sweat broke out. But it didn't last long for the scene changed once again, the women, the road and the chatters, all disappeared .
  Currently, my mother and my aunt from mlm were engaged in a conversation . I was watching and listening beside them. "She always appears on the camera from mlm", my aunt told my mom. And then, she continued, holding a picture in her hand. "You guys don't see but when I look at this photo, she's right here at this corner telling me to come over here", At that moment, my mom was not with me and I was alone. My aunt was staring intently at me. The 'her' she was referring to was dead a long time ago and she was not in the picture.

Just like that,I woke up at 1am, feeling the faint tingles on my feet fading gradually. I couldn't sleep anymore.