My grandmother died when I was only three years old and I have lesser memories to remember when she was still alive except for she is a loving and caring grandma to her grandchildren. My siblings though keep on telling me that I am the the baddest of all her grandchildren because I always hurt my grandma by holding on to her loose skin, a result of old age.

 

   On the last night of her wake, we all feel different and that something is not going right. My elder companions felt a collision-like thing and that something have hit the house from our backyard. I was sleeping that time because it was already past midnight. My father and some of our male-neighbors rushed to check on what caused our house to shake because definitely, no earthquake happened that time.

 

  What they saw was kind of startling and creepy. They said that they found two creepy-looking footsteps just at the back of our house. It's seems to be a two-pointed-like footsteps and it's still fresh because the soil was wet with the rain and nobody in our place has ever seen such marks before.

  Some of our neighbors say that our house was located on the place where these unidentified creatures live and I don't know if it's real because as a child that is used to hearing these kinds of stories as I grow up, I feared these creatures even without experiencing them firsthand and I do not wish to experience them... never!

 

  We used to live in the province where stories and events concerning some spirits and out-of-this-world creatures are not a taboo and were strongly believed in.

 

I can't help but imagine the events now while writing this down and it's already 10:30 in the evening, almost midnight. I am still hoping that I wouldn't take this to my sleep... Awwooooo!!!