SEC-S30W2: Legends of My Country: (The ghostly events of my memorable house.)

Steemian Friends,
We are two brothers. I am the elder, and I have a younger brother. We have no sisters. We grew up in a village house since childhood. Our house was very quiet and beautiful. There was a big yard in front of the house, some trees on the side, and a pond a little further away. There we would play in the afternoon, climb trees, and sit by the pond and talk.

This is the house my father built where I grew up.

The biggest support in our family was my father. He was a very hardworking man. My father was a school teacher. He took great care of our studies and everything in the family. But one day he suddenly fell ill. After a few days of treatment, he left us. After my father's death, a big void came into our lives.

After my father's death, my mother was very broken. She had a hard time staying alone in the village house. So we decided to move to the city. We rented a small house in the city, and the three of us, my younger brother and my mother, started living together.

After that, our village house was almost empty. Sometimes we would go there, clean the house, and take care of the plants. But most of the time, the house was deserted.

A room lamp lights up in the middle of the night as seen in the picture.

After a few days, some people in the village started telling us a strange story. They said that sometimes the washroom light in our house would turn on by itself late at night. At first, we were surprised to hear this. Because no one lived in the house at that time.

One day, an uncle in the village said that he was passing by a side road at night. Then he saw light coming out of the washroom window inside our house. He thought that maybe we were the ones who had come. But the next day, he found out that no one had come to the house.

Not only him, but a few others said the same thing. They said that sometimes in the middle of the night, the light would turn on and then go off after a while.

The fruit tree planted by my father in front of our house.

Hearing this, a strange feeling arose in our minds. The younger brother got a little scared. He said, “Brother, is this really a mystery?”

I then told him, “Maybe there is a simple reason. We will go and see one day.”
A few days later, one afternoon, the three of us, my brother and my mother, went to the house in the village. The house was as quiet and deserted as before. Dry leaves were lying in the yard. Entering the house, it seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

I went from the city to my village home when it was quiet because no one was home.

We cleaned the rooms. Then we went to the washroom and checked the lights and switches. Everything seemed fine.

That night, we deliberately stayed in the village house. We were curious - does the light really turn on in the middle of the night?

The night gradually deepened. The surroundings were completely silent. Occasionally, dogs barked in the distance. The three of us were sitting in the same room, talking.

Suddenly, around midnight, we noticed a faint light shining in the corridor. We looked at the door in surprise. We saw that the light in the washroom was on.

My younger brother was a little scared. But I slowly got up and went to the washroom. When I went, I saw that the light was on, but no one was there.

I looked at the switch carefully. It seemed that the switch was a little loose. Maybe due to a slight problem with the wind or electricity, the light would sometimes turn on by itself.

The next morning, we called an electrician. He opened the switch and said it was because of the old wire and the loose connection.

We felt a lot of relief then. What the villagers thought was a mystery, there was actually a very simple reason behind it.

Nevertheless, this incident has become a special memory in our minds. Because many memories of our father are associated with that house. The house is still very dear to us.

Whenever we go to the village house, it seems as if our father is still somewhere in our yard, trees and houses like a memory. So the house no longer seems scary, but rather it seems like a place of silent memories of our lives.

The above story is a real incident from my life. The whole story is a true story. The people of our house saw the incident when we were not at home.

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