A tiny creature with fangs and wings… yep, a bat.
Our room was on the second floor—quite high, damp, and mostly built of old wood. The dim lights made it feel more like darkness, especially at night when all the lamps were turned off. A perfect place for my little bat friends to feel at home. And right near my sisters’ room, there was a round table where Grandma usually placed fruits. For the bats, it was like a VIP lounge.
For a few seconds, I froze. Once I realized that shadowy figure was just a bat, my fear melted away—replaced by the imagination of becoming Batgirl. I raised my hands high, pretending to welcome the bats. But of course, that didn’t magically turn me into Batgirl (or Badgirl, haha). I was still just a sweet little girl. Who said I was sweet? Well, me of course—I’m the one telling the story!
Then, I had an idea. I stacked the chairs in the room into a tall tower, peeled a banana, and placed it on top as an offering. After that, I quietly left and went back to my room. I didn’t bother going to my sisters’ room anymore—this was way more exciting! Though, stacking chairs was pretty tiring, and soon I felt sleepy.
I tiptoed back to my room, crawled onto my bed, and drifted off.
The next morning, I woke up early and ran straight to my sisters’ room—to the very spot where I’d left the banana. What did I find? The banana was gone! Only the peel remained on the floor. Just then, my sister came out, spotted the peel, and started scolding.
“Who threw this banana peel here?! Someone could slip and fall! Was it you?!”
I simply replied, “Nope.” Then bolted back to my room.
Later, Mom called me to take a bath. I asked if I could try the bathroom downstairs—the one with a window facing the river. She agreed and even walked me there before heading to the kitchen.
Inside, I tried the water—brr, freezing cold, like bathing in ice! The open window let in the soothing sound of the river, making the whole moment feel refreshing. I set my towel by the window. But when I reached for the soap, my hand accidentally knocked the towel—and it slipped right outside toward the river!
Panicked, I was about to run out when suddenly—kiiiiik! A sharp sound rang out, and just like that, my towel flew back through the window, landing inside. I quickly peeked out, and saw a little black figure flapping away. My tiny bat friend! Looks the same as the one I fed the banana to last night.
I closed the window and finished my bath with a smile.
Afterward, I excitedly told Mom and my sisters what had happened—but none of them believed me. They said I must have been dreaming. Only Dad believed me. He smiled and said, “Every good deed will always come back to you.”
So, that’s a little piece of my story at Grandma’s house. Want to hear more about my adventures there—or maybe some of my other little stories?
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