Nancy asked this question here as a prompt for writing.
I was afraid of several things when I was a young child. In this story, I’m writing of being afraid of the supernatural.
During my early childhood, I had to accompany my grandparents to cemetery visiting. They thought it was a custom of paying respects to our dead ancestors. This tradition continued until my grandparents grew older and elderly, and did not feel comfortable walking around the cemetery. My parents didn’t feel inclined to do grave visiting. This tradition was slowly abandoned.
I felt uncomfortable in the large cemetery which had been closed for burials. I attributed it to my awareness of the dead having been buried in the ground. I was scared to walk among the dead.
I have written about my childhood experience playing in a playground opposite a cemetery at this link.
