I was around 4-5 years old but it’s still something that I remember up till this day. My mom and I still talk about it.
My cousin was around 12 when he died. We all went to Mandai to attend his funeral services and also keep my aunt company because she was in mourning. From what I can remember, he only had the common flu, which led him to being hospitalized, eventually becoming paralyzed then unable to speak until he passed away.
My family and I lived at my aunts house for a little bit when my mom and dad were newlyweds. I was like 2-3 years old. My mom would tell me about how my cousin would always carry me around and how happy he was to because he always wanted a younger sibling.
I was too young to process his death.
Before his burial, my mom and I were in the guest bedroom, which had a sliding glass window that had these thin white curtains covering it. That window faced the corridor. I was sitting on the floor while my mom sat on the bed to comb my hair and style it. I was singing a commercial song over and over again, until I heard someone clapping enthusiastically outside in the corridor. I looked over to the sliding doors and I see my cousin, standing just outside. It looked like I was looking at him through a monitor.
I got excited to see him because he just looked so happy over my singing, I remember telling my mom “Mom! Jonathan’s outside, he keeps clapping!” I remember my mom just widening her eyes and picking me up then running us both out of the room LOL.
There was a lot of activity before and after his death. A couple of hours before he passed away, my dad and my aunt fell asleep at the hospital because they were keeping him company. My dad woke up then his pager started going off.
There was also my little brothers toy truck that you could ride around with that had buttons that made sounds when you push them that kept going off, even being spammed repeatedly. Random shadows would literally run at you then disappear. Things would get shoved off of surfaces with an intent to break. It got to the point that we didn’t think it was my cousin anymore. I remember me and my little brother huddled under a blanket, terrified while my parents yelled something along the lines of “Jonathan, you need to stop, youre scaring the children and now you’re starting to scare us too.”
That’s most of what I can remember from it but I will never forget what happened.