About a year ago. My mother was taking an early morning walk and witnessed a traffic accident.
She said a wagon and a motorcycle collided, and the motorcyclist stopped moving immediately.
At that time, she thought it must have been pretty bad…?
There were no other witnesses who seemed to witness the accident, so she wished she wasn’t here.
My mother was so shocked that she felt sick and staggered home.
She said that she had not been feeling well all day, and had been tossing and turning around.
When she was out for a while, she saw a woman with a cracked head standing by her bedside. Her face covered in blood.
At that point, my mother did not know if the person on the motorcycle was a woman or a man, where she was injured, or even if she was dead.
She didn’t even know if she was dead.
“Oh, did she die…?” my mother was so depressed.
I was so scared that she looked like a monster, my mother said.
After that. As soon as my mother opened the door of the bathroom to take a bath in the evening, she saw the same woman again…, the same look.
My mother ended the day with a feeling of incomprehension, wondering why she was coming out to me.
The next day, the accident was reported in the local edition of the newspaper.
That’s when my mother realized why she had come to me.
The article said, “The woman hit her head hard and died. The police are investigating on the grounds that one of the two may have misjudged the traffic signal.
It wasn’t an ‘either/or’ thing. My mother knew that the wagon had run a red light.
The ghost want testimony. It’s not my fault. That must have been what she was accusing me of… My mother thought, and called the police.
Sure enough, the driver of the wagon kept quiet.
The case finally ended up in court.
My mother, who is not good at public speaking, was now to testify in court.
However, about three days before the trial, she stopped saying, “Oh no, oh no,”
When I asked her what was wrong, she replied, “Yesterday, I asked the ghost, ‘I’m going to testify for you, so please help me.
She appeared in my dream looking beautiful and smiling at me.
After that, I felt like things were going to work out, and I didn’t mind at all. Isn’t it strange?
My mother says she feels like she is following herself.
Of course, my mother testified in the trial.
I was there, too, but I was testifying firmly, not my usual frightened mother.
The trial will be concluded soon.
Drivers, please be careful.
The dead victim will lead the witness by himself …
