Tuesday, November 3, 2009

"In memory of the late Rosita"

Posted by admin at 3:38 AM
Ghost stories are one of the most undying favorite topics especially during Halloween. It would vary how scary though. I don't easily believe in ghosts not until i experienced it in our own house.


The incident occurred in our residence @ Labogon,Mandaue City, Cebu around 6:00 pm

It was dinner time and as usual,its also the time where we can also have discussion with my family. At that time, only me, my auntie and my wife left in the house. my grandmother left us unexpectedly without saying goodbye cause by a sudden hypertension attack which she never had history of and I was really hurt and did not accept her death at first. Lola used to be the cook and the one who took care of me so I really missed her the way he arrange my stuff in the room. Those were the first dinners without her and not the food she cook.



We were talking at that time about her,her sudden death and the way we missed her until suddenly we noticed a strange sound in the table. We were observing the place and noticed that it was the "pitcher lid" contained with ice tea. We were shocked how did it moved without touching it. tik,tik,tik,tik...it continues to produce the strange sound and it moves on its own. We were scared at first but it was maybe "lola" who just wanted to let us know shes still inside the house with us or is it a message to us especially to me "to move on and let go". I never hesitated to took a video of what happen to prove that the lid really moves.

After few hours @ exactly....9:30 PM on the same house and the same day

My auntie placed a plate of pastry on the table for us to eat for a midnight snacks because normally we sleep late watching television. She placed it on the center table and went outside but when she get back, she noticed that the plate is empty and to think that nobody was there so she went outside and asked me if I touched it . I surely didn't and we did not know either how did it happen. So she went back to the kitchen to check and to her surprise, she saw that the pastry is in the plate again untouched. Was she was daydreaming earlier? or is somebody playing jokes with us again? We ignored it again and thinking maybe Lola was just reminding us to visit her every Monday of the week.

But @ 2:00 am several hours after that last incident ........


I usually stay late because of my hobby of drawing anything that interest me like faces of my favorite celebrities, manga characters or images of my friends or families.I was sorting our family album to see who will I draw next. I was entertained looking the old pictures of my grandmother's old pictures when was young. i saw a beautiful candid picture of her who looks like her perfect portrait and I bet it was her favorite as well. So I decided to draw it as one of my personal collections. I was concentrated in drafting her image until I felt something different around me. I was sitting in tiled ( white tiles) table in our old sari-sari store. I placed my art materials like the paper,pencil and the blade as sharpener. I keep on staring her pictures familiarizing the details of her face. It seems that she was like talking to me through her eyes. She seem to look realistic.The air seems to be colder than normal and to think I was in a closed room that time. I felt someone is standing at my back watching me closely so I look at on that direction but i cant see no one. When I went back to my work, I noticed that the blade which I used as sharpener was gone so I searched for it but in a blink of an eye,as I check on it at the back of her picture, there I saw the blade. I was suddenly feeling uneasy but continued to draw. I keep myself focus on sketching until I noticed a tear drop on the paper. I realized it was me who was crying. Why? the last time I cried was when i knew she died and did not accept it too soon. I don't understand why but I did not notice how hard I did cry not until I noticed like I can hardly breath and someone is already hugging me. It was my wife and my auntie who noticed how much noise I produced upon crying. I cried so hard that I never imagined in my life that i was that hurt. I felt her and I'm sure she touched me.I may not saw her but I'm sure she hugged me that time to let me know that she will always be there no matter what. Since then, we can always hear her, from the clinging of the kitchen utensils like she was cooking and the feeling like she was sleeping in her favorite couch every afternoon and in the room where she used to clean and keep things. We were already use to it because she never had the chance to say goodbye because of her sudden death. That is why my auntie used to visit her and my lolo's grave every Monday to say our prayers to let them rest in peace.

2 comments on ""In memory of the late Rosita""

Earl on November 5, 2009 at 4:01 PM said...

Congrats JB for winning this entry Honorable Mention. Thumbs up!

admin on November 5, 2009 at 7:14 PM said...

thanks Earl for the contest.....hehe..

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