The person I've been sharing a place with recently took leave and went home, so I'm the only one in the dorm now.
For some reason, whenever I'm alone, commuting to work or going to bed, I keep thinking of my grandmother.
When I was little, in summer we'd set up a bamboo bed and sleep by the doorway or in the main room.
Mosquitoes buzzed, and it was stuffy and hot. When we couldn't sleep, we'd pester our grandparents to tell us old stories.
The stories we heard as kids and soon forgot can suddenly come back to us when we're older, giving us chills.
What about you? Are there one or two stories that always linger in your mind?
Like the feeling that a pair of eyes is always watching you.
