Family past, Mother's future

April 3, 2010 by Mibz

If you want to just read the ghost parts,skip to the third paragraph which i numbered. If you want to understand the whole story, read from the begining. Sad story of my family...

Starting from my family history, i got these from my mother's sisters so i don't know whether i can believe them or not myself. In the past, after my mum and dad got married, my mum moved in with my dad into his parents house. Apparently my grandmother, on my father's side is bedridden and handicapped to the point she needs help to just sit up. Well my mother always didn't like living there, and once i went to the toilet at night (I was 3 years old at that point of time) my grandfather found me climbing on a chair to on the lights, and he hit me to the point i fell and my head started to bleed. My mother heard me crying and rushed to me, carried me off to my room and was in a state of shock herself. A few weeks later we moved out. (All this was told to me by my aunties on my mother's side).

After that my parents got our own house, but my mum was never the same. She kept on seeing stuff and saying my father was cheating on her with her sister (divorced). It was up to the point she cut herself on her hand. My family(mother's side) called the hospital and my mum was diagnosed with a psychological problem. The same thing kept on repeating itself and throughout this whole thing my mum always wanted a divorce, but me and my brothers didn't want to. My grandmother and aunts (mother's side) also didn't allow her, they based this on her problem. So came a point in time the problem started again. My mum didn't get proper medication in time and she commited suicide (At one of the blocks in Punggol. The story came out in a chinese news paper and alot of the people there know about it). My aunts said that my grandmother(father's side) had kept something and this something is now with my mother. I couldn't believe such stuff but i didn't say i disagree either as i now live with her and at point of time she acts strangely...

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There was one incident where i was sleeping with my dad when i saw a white floating figure in my room in the middle of the night(commonly known by muslims as a jin). I was petrified and i went to cover my head and continue sleeping. My mum returned home a few minutes later...She said the voices she kept on hearing told her that they were going to hurt us,her sons right at this moment. She got worried and dashed home from work.She got fired...
To be frank i wanted to simply believe it was her having a psychological problem, but i myself experienced a few odd moments in my home at punggol. All these started after my mum had passed away. Once my cousins were staying over...Then she saw a figure reflecting off the tv.She is very light hearted so she was very afraid,i guess whatever it was it decided she was very vulnerable...i was pissed and afraid...There was always always sounds coming from my kitchen late in the middle of the night, I'm the last to sleep always and so there couldn't have been anyone else in the kitchen. I never went out to see if anyone was there...I guess its better i don't. And the pictures i took of my baby brother(3 years old at that time) kept on having strange stuff appearing...I was freaked.At certain point in time my brother would also start to cry and be silent for no reason and when i ask why, he said there is someone over there watching him. I was really worried about him so i told my aunt, and they consulted an ustat(muslim priest). The ustat said that whatever was disturbing my mother has not gone, it is still here disturbing us. He did a cleansing but it didn't really work coz the stuff continued. But shortly after we moved out to Jurong(up till this point now).The stuff didn't go away,i still hear stuff once in awhile but rarely now...I'm wondering if it is true that something disturbed my mum and now it's still here with us...None of my family members, my baby brother especially, says they hear or see anything anymore so i am settled with this...even though i hear stuff once in awhile.

Though a happy ending to this is that everyone else in my family said they had dreams of my mother moving on to a happy life. Even though in islam commiting suicide means someone would be sentenced to hell, this confirms that something was leading my mother to her death and even though i am extremely pissed with it, it is not disturbing my other family members and my mum is not suffering so i am happy. Sometimes when we visit my mother's grave, my baby brother would say he can see her standing abit off smiling at him. Creepy but makes me happy.

If you had read closely you would have noticed that i said i still experience differences in my home still though others dont...and that everyone dreamt of my mother,except me...i have never dreamt a single thing of her even once...similar as last time i'm the last in my whole family to sleep and as im writing this down i just noticed the door to my room which i shut,just opened slightly...i'll just assume its the fact that the door is abit spoilt and ignoring everything else that could be.I have this strange feeling right now in my room,i wonder if it is true,if this thing is reading what i'm typing now...really freaking me out but i'm not gona be scared of something that murdered my mother...

I would rather believe this is all psychological as i do not want to accept such a bad past in my father's family history...but nothing else explains the stuff now...I'm just happy that nothing else i happening to my family and that my mother is happy, Alhamdulillah. Insyaallah nothing else will happen to them.

This all started 15 years ago. My mum passed away 3 years ago at Punggol and though i moved to jurong,i miss that place with all the happy memories. Do not say this is true or fake,i myself am not sure. I just need to tell this story out to someone and i am not comfortable sharing my family history with my friends so here is another place. Hope i didn't bore you but if you are bored, just continue on without commenting coz this is my family history...