Last night I dreamed about a ghost. I was afraid of what I dreamed about.
In this dream, I was praying and offering my respects to Buddha. As I was doing so, I could hear the voice of someone who was talking about the history of the house where I currently live. There was a lady who for some unknown reason always felt sadness and loneliness. She died in my house, but was still present in the rooms. She preferred one room in particular. That room is my bedroom.
After I heard about that, I can’t stop thinking about the scary things that could possibly happen.
author: Khing Zin Moe