Have you ever believed someone when they say, “don’t
go alone during the night. Something out there is lurking for humans?” Yes,
that’s it. We’re talking about ghosts here. Do you believe in ghosts? I know I
don’t. But let’s just say, something… changed. Carry on to find out.
Since
I was young, like ‘grade school’ young, my little sister, Patrice, claimed that
she saw something supernatural inside our house
(or oftentimes, outdoors). She’d always wake up earlier than most of us would.
Our room leads to the living room and from there, you could see two doors – one
leading outside, and the other to our parent’s room. She sat there on our bed
then when she lifted her eyes towards the living room, she saw a white lady,
smiling at her, and a black lady, who’s frowning at the while lady. Several
nights, she was haunted by that memory. We thought that she was just making
that up, or perhaps, she’s a lunatic.
Then
came high school. Later on, my parents believed what my little sister had been
saying. But I, never. During her second year in high school, strange things
have been happening to her. There was one time when my sister started laughing
when we were supposed to sleep. She hurriedly jumped out of the bed and stared
right at me.
“Can you hear that?” She
asked me.
“Hear what?” I replied,
groggily.
“Someone’s crying at the
other side of the wall.” She looked terrified at this point, and so was I.
Why, you ask? Because
behind our bedroom’s wall was a vacant lot. Nothing was built there. Just overgrown
grass.
Then I saw the change in
her expression. Her face crumpled and in her eyes were something greater than
fear. She started to cry. It seems like the whole household was alerted and
they came barging in our room. My mom hugged my sister and my brother asked
Patrice what happened.
She howled, “Her cries
are getting louder!” She covered her ears and whispered, “I can still hear her.”
At that point, I was
already frightened to the point that my eyes were damp.
“Where at?” My brother
looked at me.
“She said that it came
from the wall at her side.” My brother moved near the wall and placed his ear
there. “I can’t hear anything.”
“I can hear her! I can
hear her from here.” Then, she went out of the room as she tried to control her
cries.
The next weird thing that
occurred involved me in it. Mind you, I still doubt that my sister could see or
hear ghosts. But what happened to me proved it all. I went to the room where
she was and she looked normal. But look a little bit closer and she looks stiff.
I sat beside her and then there it goes. It sounds faint but I really could
hear a woman crying. I looked at Patrice .
“Can you hear that?” My
voice trembled.
“You can hear it too?”
She said, hopeful. After that, I cried. I went out of the room and called my
mom, who then assisted me back to the room. She said that we should pray for
their souls in that very room they’re in. Later after doing just that, my
sister said that the ghosts were saying something while we prayed. They said,
“What’s that?” and “what are they doing?”
So
now that I’ve told you an event wherein I thought my sister was seriously
lying, and one that proved these entities to me, let me tell you one last story
which was unforgettable or nerve-wracking, or spine-tingling
.
Due to work, my
parents were arriving late at night, at around 9 O’clock. My brother was
working part time, as well. So, my sister and I always tend the house when
they’re not around. And since we’re alone, our parents always tell us to lock
the doors which we openly obliged. My sister and I were in the living room when
suddenly my sister called out.
“Ate!”
She said as she ran inside the room. She started crying hysterically and I was
dumbfounded. What should I do if I don’t even know what was happening to her? I
was scared because when something like this happens to her, it is only cause by
one thing: ghosts.
It
seems like I was part of a movie as I watched my sister jump on a bed and
covered her ears as she cried.
“What
happening? What’s going on?” Panic rises inside of me.
“Someone’s
crying loudly! It’s near, ate. It’s near!” She cried harder.
But
then, “Ate!” She howled!
“Someone’s
banging on the gate!” Now, her cries were an understatement.
But
why can’t I hear a single thing?! How close was it? I could feel the adrenaline
inside of me. I don’t know if it was because of the fear, the excitement, or
the panic.
We
were already clustered in the far end of the bed when we heard the honking of a
car. Papa!
I
stepped back to the living room and found the lock open. It felt like my blood
that was rushing a while ago, was drained. I got goosebumps all over and I was holding back tears.
Afterwards,
we told what happened to them and my parents decided to let us stay to
Patrice’s friend’s house until they return home.
From then on, I have believed in spirits walking on our world called "Earth". My experiences doesn't stop there, there would be occurrences when I'm with my friends in outings or with my family but it's too long to share everything to you. I just believe in ghosts and I wouldn't want to anger or disrespect them.
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