As a child, I had developed an inexplicable sense. Clairvoyance as some people call it, others say it was just my imagination. I feared what I had back then, I hear things others can’t, see things others can’t, feel things others don’t. I remember praying and asking God not to give me that gift. I fear more than understand and I had always been a scaredy cat. (As for Migue, “scaredy boy” because he’s not a cat.) I couldn’t remember my first encounter because there were lots. One was a lady floating from a distance, I hear small people talking in a language I don’t understand from the bathroom, a lady in white passed by my friend’s garden while we were having fun. In high school, I saw my self sleeping on the bed. I was sure I wasn’t dreaming. Everything looked so real. My room, my physical body sleeping, I even glanced at the watch to see if I over slept because I need to wake up before 6am. Then it occurred to me that I was apart from my body. I was frightened and the next thing happened, I rose from my bed with my physical body. I realized that the only way to get rid of those bizarre things was to think logically or simply by not believing what I saw.
Those extraterrestrial things didn’t bother me again until I was unaware of my first pregnancy. I hear Ernel’s voice when I was asleep, calling me. I woke up seeing him in front of me wearing my friend’s t-shirt that was given to him few days ago. Then I go back to sleep and suddenly I realize that it is impossible for Ernel to be in my room. I woke up in a shock. This happened 3 times and I told Ernel who was still my boyfriend back then. It scared the hell out of him too and he told me to ignore it next time it calls me back. I often have bangungut, and in that bangungut, I see strange hands holding my hands tight so I couldn’t move or even smoky figures in front of me. Every time this happens, I pray to God and the bangungut stops. The bangunguts stopped after I found out I was pregnant. It was like telling me to take care of myself because I used to play Chinese garter and “tried” skim boarding before I knew. When I was six months pregnant with Migue, I heard someone making a psssssssssssssssst sound while I was totally alone in our dormitory. In my house at Lapu-lapu, almost every late night, we hear someone or something knock on my glass door. Each time we look, no one is there. I sometimes call Ernel on the phone telling him to hurry home because something invisible was scolding me in an English language. Great! I have an English speaking ghost in my house.
I’ve never been on drugs. Have I gotten mad? Whatever you call it. I realize that I have to understand these things rather than fear them. If you believe in God, you have to believe in spirits, ghosts, demons, angels and other extraterrestrial things. I have no experience lately other than hearing things fall from the second floor on my sister-in-law’s boutique even when no one is upstairs. I think it’s impossible for rats moving heavy boxes or pushing them down to fall. Strange.
On writing this blog is not inspired by the “Paranormal Activity” movie. The movie was Ok and I give it 3 and ½ star. My top scariest movie still is the original Thai version of “Shutter”.
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