Grandmother’s Mirror (008) – Bogiphobic Podcast

My grandmother died about fourteen years ago due to legal issues, my father and his brothers decided not to sell their mother’s home due to a matter of respect after how much it cost her to have that place to sleep for the same reason every year. For her birthday, the family gathered in that place to commemorate another supposed year of life for her. So every twenty-second of March, my father and his seven brothers took their families to the house. The little thing and nothing that I remember about my grandmother is that He always seemed to be happy as if nothing had happened. affected him which leads me to wonder how he had left this world over time the family continued to get together although there were years when for personal reasons they could not arrive all of us were always fourteen or fifteen years old for the twelfth anniversary it was an anniversary where the whole family was complete after so long. By then I went with a girlfriend who was already part of the family. There were other cousins ​​who went with their partners and even two of my uncles had changed wives, my father and his brothers always They seemed to be humble people who They didn’t bother anyone, so they didn’t judge each other. In fact, I never heard my father speak badly about his brothers, and that made the atmosphere even more attractive that year, which was two thousand and eighteen. My girlfriend and I decided to tour the house inside. We started by the living room, then the bathroom and then the bedrooms, I showed him which one we were going to sleep in, then I showed him the attic, the basement and part of the backyard that connected to a small pussy forest, Camila, my partner constantly walked as if he were afraid and every moment I felt scared. She repeated that the house was dark, since I had attended since I was a child, I never saw it as something dark, in fact I had never thought about it, but she went on and on with that. At first it didn’t bother me that Camila asked me to accompany her to the bathroom. I was happy to go and stop. The tenth time I started to get angry, I insisted that strange things never happened in this house, it looks scary, but since I can remember, nothing has ever happened to me anywhere else, she insisted that she was scared, to be precise. The eleventh time she asked me to go to the bathroom was around two in the morning. The family was still celebrating and almost everyone had a beer in hand. I did get upset with her and told her to please go alone so she could start. getting used to it at that moment, just at the moment when Camila gives me a look of disappointment, Pedro, a cousin, came up to me to ask me if I remembered when we played as children in grandma’s bathroom. I was incredulous, I didn’t remember anything, it was how he had lost the memory Brutally, I did remember that we played but I didn’t remember having done things in grandma’s bathroom. In fact, to be honest, until then I didn’t remember that there was a bathroom in her room. Continuing with the conversation, Teresa approached, who also, upon hearing that we were talking about the bathroom, The grandmother began to tell some memories, then another cousin approached until we were at least eight people talking about the bathroom. When I realized that ten minutes had already passed, I thought that maybe she didn’t feel like urinating, so I let her take her time. Since twenty minutes had passed I decided to send him a Whatsapp message asking if everything was okay but I didn’t receive a response, worried I went up to the second floor directly to the general damage. When I arrived, the door was open and the light was off on the other side of the hallway, it was in the grandmother’s room, it was ajar.