Souls in Purgatory

Somebody lately once asked me if I believe in Ghosts,..

My answer???

I forgot...

It is not that I really did, but I wanted to... I have no intentions of letting the thought linger through my mind like worms,slimy and ghastly grotesque. It is a talent I most gratifyingly learned... "free thyself from what torments thee"... hehehe (TALAWAN LANG JUD! LUPIG PA ANG OK-OK(I am Just more scared than roaches)!).

In fact, I had one terrifying experience that got my heart to pump like it'll never let blood through. This occurrence made me madly lethargic and allergic to the very word literally. When I was young, about 11 years old, like always the responsible student "KUNO" in school, I prayed (for souls in purgatory, I was told they help) and hoped to wake up very early the following day to study my lessons in preparation for the TEST. I always prefer to run over my modules and notes before the sun starts to smile.

Three a.m., that was my target time... I had a lot of subjects to review for our periodical examinations. So I hopped on to bed very early, snuggled on the sheets, buried my head on my pillow until sleep grabbed me. Suddenly, I woke up unexpectedly, disconcertingly exhausted, all sweaty and out of breathe, somebody... or... it might be something..., until now I still can feel kissing my right ear gently and creepily whispered, "Wake up Le, its 3 a.m." For the love of God! I had no idea what that was but it was disturbingly freaky! It seemed like my blood ran through my tiny veins like greased lightning. I jumped out of bed like I never did before at three in the morning, beating father rooster choke on his own crow...darn...!

The end....

OK, you can forget about it...

I believe that in what, where, and who I am on Blessed Earth, 

I just don't EXIST... but I LIVE TO EXPERIENCE...