Before my mum sends me to a place on Earth without an internet connection, let me say “THANK YOU” to some people who made an effort to check on my blog. Seriously guys, my blog gets only 15 views a day. poor me!
Anyway, as most of you lot is looking forward for a nice Halloween party and a nice scary story to tell, I’ll share my very own and true paranormal experience.
My family and I went for a trip to watch a nice Christmas fireworks in the nearby city. Christmas season is the only time we get complete (from Grandma to my nephews and nieces). On our way back home, my cousin’s motor bike “malfunctioned”. He told me we had to stop. He said he needs to check what’s wrong.
And of all fucking places to stop, he chose to park in a cemetery. A dark, bloody scary cemetery. He knew that I’m a bit of a coward and I know he did that on purpose. You know, just to scare the crap out of me.
While he was “fixing” his bike, I made like a thousand calls to my mum and dad (and maybe few others) for help. Few minutes later, I saw a figure few meters away from us. In all white. “oh no” I thought “This is the end of me”.
The figure came closer and closer and closer and I got more and more scared. Frozen, actually.
“Gaw (translation: Cousin), do you see that? White lady, I think”
My cousin turned and to my surprise, he wasn’t scared. ‘Amaw (silly), that’s no white lady. That’s a nurse. Look at the cap!!” This time, the figure is only 8 steps away.
“Oi! Don’t be scared! I’m just a nurse” said the figure.
“Amaw! I thought you’re something else.” I said, recovering from the fact that I’m seeing a nurse and not a ghost.
“I see you’re very scared. You’ve turned pale” said the figure.
“Don’t worry about her. She’s pale all the time” said my cousin.
“Why are you still here?” said she.
“Oh, his bike malfunctioned. ” I said.
“And why are YOU here?” asked my cousin.
“Don’t worry with me. I’m with my Papa. You know, you two should get going. Fix that bike as soon as possible and leave. It’s dangerous out here, especially now that a group of crazy murderers roam around the city and just kill some innocent people they see.” she said, a bit concerned.
“Yeah…those braindeads could just shoot themselves, ya know. Decrease the number of morons on Earth.” I quipped.
‘Ah…it’s done now. Just a few touches here and there. Voila!” said my cousin.
‘Stop showing off bastard.” I said. “So, uhm…we’re gonna go now” I said as I was climbing on to the bike. “Thank you…uh. Your name?”
‘******. ****** ** ******”
Just when she finished talking, my cousin stepped on the gas and almost made the bike fly. I wanted to protest but decided to just keep my mouth shut.
When we got home, I asked him why he reacted the way he did. Then I found out the truth.
****** ** ****** was a student of the same university my cousin is in. She was a nurse in a hospital in the city and the kindest in the hospital. Two months ago she was kidnapped and was never found. Everyone assumed she’s dead since there were reported number of killings that time. That cemetery was the cemetery her papa was buried.
Her body has never been found. Until now, she is reported to be there. Giving warnings to passers-by at night.