My first rented house
When we got married, we stayed in the shop for a few years before we shifted to our first rented house. That house belonged to an old lady who stayed on the other part of the whole house with his handicapped son. The house was specially built for her late mother. Soon her mother passed away and she let it out for rental.
I happened to know about the rental and I planned to shift in as soon as possible. I didn't know anything about the former occupant. I was just too happy to have found a new place to stay.
Day by day, I shifted in my stuff from my place at the shop. I always used the back door as my room was located at the back portion of the second shop. Finally, only left the furniture that were to be shifted. I chose a convenient Sunday as my husband was not working. However, the day was still in the seventh month of the Chinese calender.
When I shifted in, I didn't even set up any altar for the god/goddess.
My eldest girl was four years and I brought back my second girl who was two years old from Taiping as she was taken care by my aunt. My mum came to stay with me and took care of them. A year later I gave birth to my third girl. I employed a maid to help my mum. I taught her how to cook and mix milk for my kids.
I showed her how to mix the milk and she seemed to follow my instructions. But once I caught her unexpectedly whereby she didn't follow my instruction. She actually poured hot water onto the milk powder. But she didn't stay long as she ran away with someone.
During our stay in this house, my second girl always cried when she got up from bed. My youngest girl would cry just after midnight. Something weird was going around the house. My mum injured her ankle and I had an accident right in front of my house.
So I looked around for another rented place and found one. Coincidentally, my landlady wanted back the house. So this time we shifted but I had chosen a good day.
Few years ago, my eldest girl related her story about the house. It seemed to be haunted. She actually saw something in white flying passed her room. She could only stare as she didn't know what it was..
We stayed in that house for three years..
Moral of the story: Don't shift in the seventh month of the Chinese calender.