This is one of the many incidents I’ve experienced. This happened after my grandfather’s funeral *God bless his soul*. I’m what you call a 2nd-hand smoker, I always, always stick near to my grandfather, who smokes the Camel brand of cigarette regularly. So I was pretty heartbroken when he left the world.

I volunteered to keep watch one night during the funeral, making sure that no black cat is around, etc.. So I was lazily playing blackjack with my relatives when suddenly got black out. The older relatives quickly order everyone around. Hold the person’s hand nearest to you and don’t move about. I heard there is a superstition about this, when a blackout happens during a funeral, it means there is a lot of “Spirits” are around. So I quickly grabbed the nearest hand I could and held tight.

Now at this moment, I remembered the hand I was holding on to was quite bony, and I was holding it the way I usually held hands with my grandfather. Grabbing his index, middle and ring finger. But as soon as I realised that, the lights slowly came on.

I thought it must’ve been one of the older relatives, but to my surprise, there was no one besides me. Question was, whose hand was I holding?
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