Have you ever felt creepy over something? Like when you sleep and something or someone’s under the bed or watching you with big red eyes? Or when you look at the mirror someone suddenly passed behind you? Oh! Thinking of those things gives me the goose bumps. Nevertheless, let me share with you stories similar to those. The first story doesn’t involve me.
It was 12 o’clock in the midnight and my father was watching television. Bubble Gang or something similar to that. He was sitting at the end of the bed where my mom and brother were sleeping when he heard someone or something from the other side of the window “Ace, Ace”. He thought it was just the friend of my brother calling from the terrace of their house across. But the funny thing is, it’s already 12 o’clock in the midnight and he knows that earlier that day that friend of my brother went to the province. The voice was getting louder and louder “Ace, Ace”. At the corner of his eyes he could see that it’s dark and there were no lights outside. He was starting to get afraid with the voice getting louder every second. He looked behind him and thought it was only a prank by my brother but he was sleeping. He was afraid. The hair on his nape stood up. It took him long before he decided to take a glance at the window and 1, 2, 3… he slowly turned his head and to his horror saw someone/something with very big and wide wings fly away. He was shocked and he quickly stood up and closed the windows and went to my room and told me the story.
The second story still involves my father. That night, out of fun my father set the alarm clock on to 3:00 in the morning. So, we all, went up and slept. Later on, the clock struck 3 and the alarm rang. Of course, my father decided to wake up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a girl sitting on the low chair. He thought it was me and so he didn’t mind it but he later on realized that it’s Saturday and I sleep with them only in weekdays. And one more thing he remembered is that its 3 in the morning and I wouldn’t dare wake-up and disturb my sleep just to sit there and do nothing. Because he was already getting the creeps, he decided to ignore it and went back to sleep.
The third story is about me and my friends, I’m not really sure if it’s the “supernatural” thing but I guess since I’ve already started, I really ought to tell you now I was a new Grade 4 student in Lahug Christian School and I had few friends. I was dismissed by 4:00 pm but my mother fetches me at 6:00 pm. So I had 2 hours to play. That time I had new friends, his name was Phil, a Grade 5 student and Jasper, a Grade 6 student. It so happened because since I was fetched at 6 and they saw that I was lonely so they befriended me. We hang-out together every afternoon as I do my assignments and watch them play basketball by themselves. One time, on one or our late afternoon hang-outs, out of curiosity I decided to play basketball with them. They taught me the do’s and don’ts of the game and I had fun. I didn’t notice that it was already getting dark until the 6:00 pm bell rang. I continued to play with them until 6:30 pm. I wondered why my mother hasn’t showed up yet, so the three of us just decide to go “ghost hunting”. We went downstairs to the principal’s office. It was dark with only one fluorescent light. Jasper said that every night, they say that there is a white lady who roams around scaring the bats in that place away. True enough, we saw a shadow of a woman. And then it disappeared. Along with that disappearance came the bats flying above us. Flying away from that place. At first I believed what Phil and Jasper told me. But later on something bothered me, “Do ”they” have shadows?”
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
'*' ---M.U and LOVE: jUsT rElAtivE tErMS -- '*'
Can you define love? To be frank, I really think it is useless to define love. You cannot really tell if it’s there or not. You can only tell if it already left. I have never been in a relationship. But I’ve experienced something closer to that. They say it’s M.U or mutual understanding. I don’t if it was really this “M.U” thing I had with this guy who is now in a “holy place”. But I didn’t know we were already close until a classmate called up our house and asked, “Is he already your boyfriend?” I was stunned. I asked why and she said that it was already the issue in the school because they always see us together. They say that they saw us H.H.W.W (holding hands while walking); they say they always see us talking with certain “closeness” like nobody is watching us and we felt like we were in a world where only the two of us exist. Then I realized that it is true. Every time I’m with him I feel like there is no tomorrow. I am happy to be with this guy. I don’t know why but all I know is that, I am happy with him and that’s it. I don’t care if they tell me that it’s wrong to be with this guy.
It all started on a contest and a joke. We were neighbors since Grade 5 and we used to compete on whom’s going to arrive first on school, and he usually wins. Because of that contest between the two of us, we started talking to each other more often. We say “hi” and “hello” every time our paths cross. We do the same things until Grade 6. We were already classmates in Grade 6. He is a really funny joker (although sometimes corny) and I think that it is one of the things that I like in him. He loves to make me laugh always. Even when the teacher is discussing he sees to it that I laugh.
It all started with his joke. He whispered “I love you” to me. And because I thought it was a joke so I told him “I love you too.” He does that everyday. Every time we meet. Then he throws a flying kiss at me and I throw it back to him. It was like that. As the days went on we were getting closer and closer. And the he sends me a love letter. I thought I was a joke so I ignored it. I continued hanging out with him because he was also the best friend of my “kababata”. I always had fun with him, I didn’t know what happened but I started to miss him on weekends. But we also communicate through the cell phone. My classmates told me that he bought one just so he could communicate with me when I go home. He asked for my number so of course I gave it. He always calls me even in the wee hours of the morning. Even if there is periodical test tomorrow. He calls by 11, (but of course he makes sure everybody is asleep) and then we talk and talk and laugh and laugh until 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning (even on school days!) I almost got caught because the housemaid told me in front of my parents the she could hear me laugh at night. I said, “Maybe I was sleep talking” sleep talking? Wow! What a word.
Enough of that, so this guy, who I miss so much right now, we became very close. I didn’t know I have already fallen for him until I started to get “jealous” of those other girls he hangs-out with. I started to wait eagerly for his calls. It was already by Christmas vacation when I confessed my “undying love” for him to my best friend, Hanna. By Christmas, as soon as the clock struck 12 he called me to greet me “Merry Christmas” and he said that he miss me. He asked me if I missed him and I said yes. Of course, Graduation Day was already near so we spent time more often. Of course the usual ritual before a graduation is the teacher asking “Where do you go when you graduate?” It was like that and I already know everybody’s plan after graduation except for his. I kept on asking and nagging him about the answers but he won’t spill the beans. The nagging continued until my best friend asked me “Hey Bia, don’t you know where ******** is going next year?” I asked “Where?” and she said “To the seminary” I couldn’t take it. It just wasn’t right. On Graduation Day, we didn’t say anything to each other. Just stolen glances because are parents were there. I never had the chance to tell him how much I love him and how much I will always love him. I miss him and I hope he is happy where ever he is right now. And I’ll always be waiting.
It all started on a contest and a joke. We were neighbors since Grade 5 and we used to compete on whom’s going to arrive first on school, and he usually wins. Because of that contest between the two of us, we started talking to each other more often. We say “hi” and “hello” every time our paths cross. We do the same things until Grade 6. We were already classmates in Grade 6. He is a really funny joker (although sometimes corny) and I think that it is one of the things that I like in him. He loves to make me laugh always. Even when the teacher is discussing he sees to it that I laugh.
It all started with his joke. He whispered “I love you” to me. And because I thought it was a joke so I told him “I love you too.” He does that everyday. Every time we meet. Then he throws a flying kiss at me and I throw it back to him. It was like that. As the days went on we were getting closer and closer. And the he sends me a love letter. I thought I was a joke so I ignored it. I continued hanging out with him because he was also the best friend of my “kababata”. I always had fun with him, I didn’t know what happened but I started to miss him on weekends. But we also communicate through the cell phone. My classmates told me that he bought one just so he could communicate with me when I go home. He asked for my number so of course I gave it. He always calls me even in the wee hours of the morning. Even if there is periodical test tomorrow. He calls by 11, (but of course he makes sure everybody is asleep) and then we talk and talk and laugh and laugh until 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning (even on school days!) I almost got caught because the housemaid told me in front of my parents the she could hear me laugh at night. I said, “Maybe I was sleep talking” sleep talking? Wow! What a word.
Enough of that, so this guy, who I miss so much right now, we became very close. I didn’t know I have already fallen for him until I started to get “jealous” of those other girls he hangs-out with. I started to wait eagerly for his calls. It was already by Christmas vacation when I confessed my “undying love” for him to my best friend, Hanna. By Christmas, as soon as the clock struck 12 he called me to greet me “Merry Christmas” and he said that he miss me. He asked me if I missed him and I said yes. Of course, Graduation Day was already near so we spent time more often. Of course the usual ritual before a graduation is the teacher asking “Where do you go when you graduate?” It was like that and I already know everybody’s plan after graduation except for his. I kept on asking and nagging him about the answers but he won’t spill the beans. The nagging continued until my best friend asked me “Hey Bia, don’t you know where ******** is going next year?” I asked “Where?” and she said “To the seminary” I couldn’t take it. It just wasn’t right. On Graduation Day, we didn’t say anything to each other. Just stolen glances because are parents were there. I never had the chance to tell him how much I love him and how much I will always love him. I miss him and I hope he is happy where ever he is right now. And I’ll always be waiting.
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