The Old Lady Under The Tree

I am Kris and I want to share you my bizarre real experience when I visited some place which is quiet from my country one time in the year 2009. One day as I watched movies on a television. I heard from my co workers that a person who I knew died because of heat stroke and old age. I was shocked and somehow I felt lonely as soon as I heard it from them. I together with my co workers decided to attend that night cause it will be the last day after the burial. We did not stayed there for too long because one of my co workers said that they have a work for tomorrow morning. On the next morning I attended the burial of my childhood friends namely maecy, sharmaine and matet. I saw many people there who also came. All of us waited for about an hour because of the preparation. And so after that, we all walked on our way through the church for the last mass which lasted for about two hours. After the mass, a man told all of us to ride the vehicle because we are going to the north cemetery. When we arrived at the cemetery, the same guy again told us to take a walk because vehicles are not allowed to enter the gate entrance to the open lot space. We are walking in a line formation. Me and my co workers happened to be in front. First I checked the surroundings I saw the bright sun in the sky and warmth of its rays. I saw many graves from my left and right. As I am looking on my way in front I saw a nearby tree not too far from my sight on the right side of the way. I saw an old lady under the shade of an old tree who wears a white barot saya (an old fashioned dress use for dead women) from the upper and a black long palda on the lower part as she was sweeping off the leaves on the floor. I know she is only looking at me. Suddenly I got a feeling of peeing but there are no bathrooms for me to go so I ran to her and decided to ask her a permission to release it all out on the wall not too far from where we were both standing but she did not replied. While I am peeing, Ive'd noticed that the temperature of the surroundings dropped down and it began to be cold. I feel so cold that time that I tried to find a coat. When I look back I thanked the old lady of letting me find a place where I will be comfortable but she only looked at me then I went back to my companions. I talked with them and asked if they saw an old lady under the tree but they said no. I asked them again many times but they keep on telling me that there is no one there only the tree. In a short while I got confused and got a bit scared. Suddenly rain dropped heavily so the priest said to some of us to go home because there are many children who also came for their own good. I decided also to go back home cause I have no umbrella or rain coat that time. As I ride a vehicle that will take us back home. I kept on thinking of that old lady at the cemetery. She looks so normal but why is it that my co workers and companions did not see her? What do you think?