THE night seemed to be too quiet. I was apparently waiting for a ride home. Buses were kind of rare and I had no choice but to wait for one because I was not able to bring my car. How stupid of me. I thought to myself.
I decided to walk along the sidewalk. Some lights on the post were noticeably flickering in the aura of the night. Yet, I heard the familiar revving of an engine. As a response, I turn to see a bus finally coming towards my way.
As the door opened, my hands immediately grabbed the two edges where the door was shaped, and got in. The bus was just as empty as the street I was walking along and I sat down somewhere near the end of the vehicle.
The vehicle took me farther from where I was, yet closer to my destination. Two passengers got in. Then we’d passed by an empty lot. I used to hear stories about this lot. It was covered with grass all over that you could even barely see the things that were lying in it.
The stories went everywhere. A number of which were passed on from person to person. One of the stories was about a woman, raped, murdered and her body was thrown in the lot. Shivers caught my arms, and I found them rising up to my neck, then to my face.
Another was during the Spanish times. They said this was once a place where the Spaniards dumped the dead bodies of the Filipinos they killed in the war. When I heard that story, goose bumps had branded my body.
Moreover, one story got me intrigued. My friends kept talking about it. It kind of spread like wildfire, but being the skeptic I was about ghosts and superstitions, I shrugged off the story that time. It wasn’t until today that I felt like it was real because it was the first time I came home this late. The story went like this:
A bunch of kids were in the grassy field. They were playing Spirit of the Glass. A tree stood at the corner of the lot, and they sat in front of it to play. Their intention wasn’t to awaken some kind of evil spirits or ghosts but just to answer their call of curiosity. Consequently, like any other Spirit of the Glass session, it ended horribly. As they narrated, there were originally five of them but only two of them survived. The other three, apparently was killed by some entity, the survivors described as something demonic. It was probably a story that had disbelief all over, and practically, I found it hard to believe. The two kids, from that point onward in their life, fell into some kind of trance. Nightmares shook them; consciousness of the world around them drove them to the edge of insanity. I still found it to be a baffling rumor, pondering upon whether it was true or not.
I plugged my earphones in, and to dreamland I was. A few minutes later, I was awake by the sound of the bus door that opened. A woman got in, her head down. I tried to look at her face as I attempted to find an angle to see her. She was wearing a nurse’s uniform, at least that’s what I think she wore. The driver kept looking at the mirror to see the woman. The conductor traversed his way to the end of the bus where she sat. She looked normal, except for the fact that I couldn’t make something out of her façade of silence.
The conductor let out a frustrated scream, quickly making his way as the woman who got in, had a bloody face. Disbelief kept its ground on me and I stood up, attempting to touch the entity before. But as soon as I got a clear look, I remembered the photo of one of the kids killed, and they showed resemblance. I was about to part my lips to ask her some kind of question, but I found myself on the ground. The woman’s hands around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe. An evil and wicked grin was on her face and I heard her whisper faintly into my ear.
“You Are Dead.”
And the void was black.
I woke up.
I heard them speaking in the background.
“Kid’s got guts; he’d saved himself. He put up a fight.”
A fight? What fight? I was so coned about the whole situation but as soon as my gaze travelled to the corner near the door, a woman in her nurse uniform was sitting. The woman from before. Panic conquered my whole system, and she looked at me. With that terrifying grin on her face once more, I surged up in fear, falling to the floor. My head hit the pavement and I saw nothing.
Photo By Vitt Salvador
