A Scary Event
I had a bad, scary memory about dead people in my life. It was about my great grandmother who died when she was 96 years old and I was 6 years old. I heard a lot of scary stories when elders wanted me to be a good child. When I knew my great grandmother died, I was so scaried and worried she would sit up and catched me to go with her. In our tradition, old people died at his/her own house and the descendant send the body to the cemetery as an honour thing, so we needed to wait for my grandfather to come back from Hong Kong in a few days, and we let my great grandmother's body lied on a special wood bed covered with white linen on the dark corner of our living room. My father used some strong smelling liquid medicine to cover the smell of the dead body because it was summer time and my great grandmother died for a long time illness. Everybody in my family was wearing white color clothes and could not speak loud. The surroundings terrified me, I kept following my mother wherever she went, and I was so scaried to walk close or look at the corner where my great grandmother was. After burying my great grandmother, I was still afraid to walk close to the corner for a long time. Maybe some people say this event is nothing, but it was scray for a 6-year-old little girl. I am still afraid today.