STAKE-MHAYJHAI
One time, I went with my cousin to visit our lola’s grave late at night.
We brought flowers and a small white candle.
While we were lighting it, the wind suddenly stopped , no sound, no movement.
Then we both saw it…
the candle slid a few inches by itself, like someone pushed it.
We froze.
My cousin whispered, “Did you see that?”
Before I could answer, the flame flickered ,and we both smelled old perfume, the kind our lola used to wear.
We ran out without even blowing the candle.
The next day, when we came back in daylight…
the candle was standing upright again, right in front of her tomb.
And no one had been there since.