Hello Sister
I don’t know how we are related. I only see her during the big festivals so maybe a distant something. Anyway, I like her because she knows a lot of creepy stories and this one time she told me about her childhood experience.
The house she lived in when young was made of mud like most houses at the time. Her room was small with only a bed at one corner and a mirror and a tin box on the diagonally opposite corner. The tin box contained things like comb, clothes, toys and some accessories. She used to share that room with her sister but then she got it all for herself.
What happened after that was she started waking up to the sound of doors opening. She would then hear a small pair of feet travel to the farthest corner where the mirror was. First time she peeked out from under the blanket? It was her sister playing with the toys. Other times it was her sister playing with the toys or combing her long black hair the aunt so envied or her sister just standing still like a statue in front of the mirror.
But no matter what she saw her sister do at night she would find all her things in place the next morning. Not an inch here or there. It was scary she said but her parents never believed her. “Dead people don’t come back.” they would say. “Only I know how terrifying it was when some nights I heard the footsteps come towards the bed.”