I lived in a flat. There were two floors.

I stayed at first floor. My brother stayed at the same floor.

My brother liked playing game till late night.

In front of my bed room, there was free space my parents put table and one desktop on it. My brother played desktop it every night.

I was annoyed with him.

One evening, I prayed to the house spirit that I wanted him to stop my brother from playing game at late night, but did not harm him, just scared him was enough.

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At that night, I slept in my room. My brother played game outside. Then I heard him switched off computer, light and went to his bed room. I checked it was 8:12 pm.

I forgot what I did in the evening. I took a sleep.

In the morning, my brother told me:

'Last night, when I was playing game, I felt cold. And I imagined a man walking pass the wall to our house. He had a scary face and he chased me away. So I turned off computer and went to bed.'

Then I remembered I had prayed the house spirit.

From that day, my brother did not bother me. He played game in his bed room.

But I would never pray like that again.