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My Ghost Lover

The nature of the ghost and its reason for remaining stem from decisions made during the soul's lifetime, when they were supposed to die.

When I was studying at one of Metro Manila's universities, I had an ardent suitor from another university who lived near my dormitory. At the same time, he was introduced by a friend and a dorm mate. He was her townmate and a family friend. He was very gentlemanly, intelligent, had two university degrees, and was oh, sooooo HANDSOME! My dormmates have a crush on him and adore him because he has a pleasant demeanor. He courted me for a few months and we had a genuine connection.

My dormmates call him Andres, and they call me Matilde, the henpeck's counterpart. They'd tell him I hadn't eaten yet (despite the fact that I had; they just like to tease him), and he'd go out and buy something to eat and send it to me. For breakfast, he'd go out of his way to get me cereal, cookies, bread, and a chocolate drink. Every day, he would check on me to see if I had eaten my meals. That was his daily routine before leaving the dorm to attend classes at university.

When I became ill with pneumonia, he was so concerned that he instructed my landlord to take me to the hospital and contact my parents because they are the best people to do so. He was worried about me. During my hospital stay, my dormmates informed me that he would visit me every day before going to his classes. I was always sleeping when he came to see me, so I was never aware of it. We couldn't speak or see each other after I was released from the hospital and recuperating (well, cellular phone is not yet a fad especially social media as well). He was too preoccupied with finishing his thesis and completing his studies to graduate.

When I was ready, I returned to school and took make-up classes. We hadn't seen each other in a long time because we were both preoccupied with exams for the first semester, and I was also preparing to travel to Baguio City to conduct our group thesis. My classmates and I spent a week in Baguio City conducting research. We didn't have a phone in the house where we stayed. We were gathering data in La Trinidad, Benguet, and had no way of communicating.

I had a dream of Danny as if he was sad and crying on our third night in Baguio City, and I was awakened with strong emotions. My sobs woke up my roommates, who inquired as to why I was crying. I told them about my dream and suggested that we talk and make up for the time we had lost when we returned to Manila.

Going back to Manila and, of course, seeing Danny piqued my interest. I was embarrassed to mention Danny's name when I arrived at the Dormitory and asked my landlord if I had received any calls or if anyone was looking for me (oh, my landlord had witnessed our relationship). He simply looked at me, as if he wanted to say something but was unsure how to do so. To use the telephone, a border on the second floor came up. She inquired as to when I arrived from Baguio, as well as whether I had attended the funeral. I was perplexed, so I inquired as to who's burial she was referring to. Didn't you know your boyfriend was dead, she continued? The next words she said numbed me, and I didn't hear them. Danny's death occurred eight days later...

He was stabbed to death, according to what I've learned, and his body was discovered in a funeral home after his siblings became concerned when he didn't return home for the weekend. According to my dorm mates, his sister went to the dorm and looked for me to see if Danny was with me. They knew I was in Baguio City with my classmates and friends. They looked for Danny by asking his friends and classmates, obtaining a blotter at police stations, visiting hospitals, and finally discovering his body at a funeral home.

A knock on the wall next to my bed jolted me awake. When my lower deck bedmate asked if I'd heard the knock, I simply ignored her. I got goosebumps and my hair stood on end! I jumped into bed and joined my bedmate on the lower bed right away. Our roommates had left us because it was already semester vacation.

"It was Danny's voice! I am sure of what I heard, Venus, it's Danny! He came to visit you. It's nine days after his death. Have you offered a prayer for him?"

I returned to Laguna the next day. When I told my father what had happened to Danny, he asked if I was okay and embraced me.

He is not yours. Please pray for his soul; he appears to be a good person. I ran into him while you were in the hospital.

My younger brother and I were watching TV when I became aware of the strong odor of a lighted candle with a floral scent. I jumped up and dashed into the kitchen. My brother asked what had happened to me, noting that I was pale and shivering. I told him I smelled a flower and a lighted candle.

Danny is paying you a visit. It's his ninth day since he died. You should pray for his soul and offer a mass for him.

At Christmas, the strong odor of a lit candle and the fragrance of flowers greeted me once more. According to my mother, Danny is wishing me a Merry Christmas. It happened again on New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day, and my Birthday.

My last encounter with him was in a dream. I looked out the window to see Danny ringing the doorbell. He motioned for me to go out of the house. I noticed him walking away and waving goodbye with his hands as I walked out the entrance door. I've occasionally smelled a strong-scented candle and dreamed of him since then.

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NOTE: I've had many supernatural encounters, but this one has a special place in my heart. I no longer have a photograph of him. It was completely destroyed by Typhoon Milenio, and not a single album could be salvaged.

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