a visit

this is my english writing test.

Do you believe that people who are near death can wander around, visiting their relatives or friends to tell a message? There are so many stories like this around the world. Some people believe it, and some people don’t. I never had believed in this kind of thing before. It can’t be proved by logical method, although it’s very interesting for lunch gossip topic to TV programs that specially focused on unsolved mysteries with their eerie hosts. But one day, my disbelief disappeared.
It was a hot afternoon in April. I was still in fourth or fifth grade. My mom asked me to accompany her to my grandmother’s house. My granda was already passed away back then, so the house was left undwelled. It would be soon sold to a buyes, so it had to be cleaned. My grandma’s house wasn’t so far from the house I was living in at the moment. It’s as near as Dian Harapan School to the gate of Taman Beverli, so we went by feet.
After a while, my mom and I arrived there. The house was still the same like the last time I visited it. It was a typical house with white painted walls, dark front door and window frames, with skimpy front yard as a bonus. Looking at it brought back memories about my grandma. Those memories were not vivid, they blurred like stained glass though. My mom opened the gate and talked to me, “You sit here on the porch, and I will go inside. I will call you if I need your help, okay?”
So I was all alone sitting on the porch. It was not fun sitting on the porch doing nothing. I’d prefer to be at home, playing the famous game console PlayStation. (PlayStation was a really popular idol among the students beyond anything. I couldn’t help it). I looked aroud. The neighborhood was really peaceful. My grandma’s porch felt like lakeside resort. Sun shone brightly, wind blew peacefully. As a kid with overactive imagination, I fell into a daydreaming phase.
Then suddenly, came from nowhere, an unknown, high pitched woman voice interrupted my daydreaming phase. It called my name in more of an asking tone, “Felicia? Felicia?”
Maybe my mom needed me inside. Maybe she needed my help. I got up from the porch. I was going to enter the house when I heard that high pitched woman voice talked again.
“Felicia? Would you come over here for a moment?”
Then I noticed some things. My mom’s voice was not high pitched like that although they sounded similar. Who else was inside the house? The voice didn’t sound like it’s from inside the house anyway. It felt…weird. Probably my mom was trying to make fun of me by talking with high pitched voice like that…
“Mom? Are you trying to scare me?”
No reply. But soon after that, the high pitched woman voice talked once more, “Felicia… Come over here. I have cakes for you…”
Suddenly the neighborhood became really silent as if it was a dead town, dead as a corpse, as if I was alone, really alone in that neighborhood. It felt more like I was the only living thing in that neighborhood. There was not even any sparrow or any cat passing in the neighborhood.
A moment later, in the silence wind with creepy blowing sound blew into me. The trees waved. I looked around.
In seconds, panick attack has taken over my mind. There was indeed something wrong! I knew it! Fear crept fast to the top of my backspine. I screamed and rushed to the gate of the house. I didn’t care that the gate was locked. In fact, I cared about nothing but to escape. I just wanted to go as far as I can make from that house, though it meant I had to jump over the fence. And I did.
Hearing me screamed my mom went out hurriedly to see what happened. She saw that I was outside the gate and stood astonished. I remembered she asked me, “What have gotten into you, screaming like crazy?”
I would feel so stupid for jumping over the fence and screaming if that high pitched voice was actually my mom’s, trying to scare me. I told what I just experienced to my mom. But unexpectedly, she shook her head in disbelief. “I didn’t hear anything. Really.” That’s what she said. “Probably you were daydreaming.”
In the night, one of mom’s relative phoned my house. She phoned to bring news that my grandma’s sister had passed away that afternoon. When she heard my story, she was sure it was the voice of my grandma’s sister. The high pitched woman voice. She came to visit me. Or did I foresee her death?
I suddenly felt cold when I realized that several days before her death my parents visited her. She said to my mom she wanted to meet me.