My Mom's got a close friend. So close that I was taught to call
her "Auntie". Auntie Myr is an optometrist and she had an
optical clinic around 28 years ago in Digos, Philippines. But
that clinic was weird. There were strange things happening in
there. At night nobody wants to be left there alone.
There was a party in Auntie Myr's clinic one afternoon. I
remember it so well because I was eating one of my favorite
sweets - a striking red, heart-shaped gulaman. Before all the
eating and all the fun started, the adults around me and Auntie
Myr's kids were doing something serious. There was a minister.
He read a chapter and several other verses from the Bible.
They sang a hymn. Then the minister prayed a long prayer I
really got tired of kneeling on the floor.
The rest of that afternoon is like a blur to me now. But the
memory of those adults saying something like " really?" "oh,
no!" was still vivd. They were looking questioningly wide-eyed
at the rows of eyeglass frames on display in Auntie Myr's clinic.
With people listening to a minister and praying like doomsday
was approaching, what kind of party was that? Mom explained
that the food and light mood of the guests after the serious
part of that event was some sort of thanksgiving.
For several mornings when Auntie Myrs arrived in her
clinic she was in for a strange surprise. All the eyeglass
frames on the shelves were crowding with each other in the
middle of the floor. Other mornings they were scattered all over
the floor, and some mornings they were placed on top of each
other they looked like a little mountain of eyeglass frames.
There was never a sign that a burglar had broken in.
Everything else in the clinic was in place. The point that really
scared them was that the glass that covered the shelves was
locked and it remained locked even when all the frames are on
the floor. Nobody, except Auntie Myr had the key. They thought
it had to be something out of the ordinary.
Arranging frames back to the shelves every morning was really
becoming a scare, and it was tiresome too. Auntie Myr
decided to call in the minister. Fortunately from that time on the
frames were never found on the floor again.
Well, someone could have had the duplicate and played such
a boring kind of joke, right? I don't know. This story may not be
scary at all to the reader. But I don't mean to scare. Now that
I'm grown and no longer that interested in a striking red, heart-
shaped gulaman. I wonder about those eyeglass frames
myself, and I'm not sure why and how did they end up on the
floor that way.
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