Most of you know I'm Filipino. I don't know if I have great memory or not but I remember small clips of my childhood. However it might just be my imagination because my friends know how forgetful i can get. Like that time I was writing notes and i accidentally rewrote the same word three times. Or that time I walked in the wrong classroom when I've been in high school for over 3 months already. But then I can always remember a song my orchestra used to play back in 7th grade. Sad. I can't remember the important stuff but I remember the useless stuff.
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I was the youngest kid in my neighborhood. Most of the kids I hung out with were at least 3 years older than me. I was just a little kid back then. I was very gullible. I believed everything those older kids told me. Like how my mother haunts the south part of the mansion. Everything in that room was black. The furniture, the walls, and the windows were tinted to a black color. I was to scared to go there. I mean come on I was a kid. One day the neighborhood decided to have a party. All the kids were coming and it was at my house. We had the biggest house and it held so many empty rooms that we decided the kids should have a sleepover.
Now I don't know if it's true because yeah I'm almost 15 and now but I still have a super active imagination. So it might not be true yet at least I have a scary story to tell. I shared a room with 3 other people. One of them being my "older brother" the others were my friends. I walked out to get a glass of water. Upon that I saw a light walking down the hallway. Thinking that it was a guard, I followed them. I was always following guards around because I thought they were cool wearing uniforms and holding a gun. I didn't even notice they were walking to the south side. I just kept walking. They went into a room. I walked in to see no one there. The door closed and I tried opening it. Apparently it was stuck. I started to cry and fell asleep. I woke up the next day trying to open the door and this time it opened. I walked back to the kitchen to see my "older brother" there looking for me. (He's not really my older brother but I always look at him like that because considering he's my cousin) he hugged me and asked me where i went. I dragged him to where I cam from and noticed.........

Wait for it....

There was no door.