He is the last line of the demons who planted a seed in me. A seed of pain and hatred that had already grown for a long time that it’s already inside of me, and when I got tired of stabbing him. I sat beside him and saw him not moving. He is already dead. I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat on my forehead. His blood was all over me and I leaned on the wall and saw the cabinet was open, where I hid the knife. I stood up to check if the knife was there but I was surprised when I saw it was no longer there. I checked all the boxes inside the cabinet but I didn’t find the knife. I checked it under the cabinet because maybe I accidentally dropped it and kicked it, but it was not under the cabinet. I tried to remember where I put the knife even though I know where I put it. I remember I put the knife from one of those boxes inside the cabinet, but I don't know why it is no longer there, because if Einger found it. He will use it on me and kill me. I kn
We are all excited about preparing for our tour to Baguio because we will have our documentary shoot there for our school project because it's one of the requirements for us to graduate. We will shoot all the historical places in Baguio such as the Battle of Irisan Historic Site, Camp John Hay Cemetery 2, the Keystones of Baguio, and the Heritage Hill Nature Park Garden. We are all excited because we need to go to all of those places to shoot for our documentary project.By the way, I am Irish Stephen and I am a college student taking a mass communication course at Springville University. And if you are asking why my last name is Stephen. It is because my dad is a veteran soldier who died last year and he is an American who married a Filipina nurse and that is my mom. My mom is a retired nurse and now she is busy managing her business. A restaurant that served great foods and unforgettable memories i
I woke up in a place that wasn’t familiar to me. I am naked and only a white blanket is covering my body. I removed the blanket because I can’t breathe and I feel hot too. Like my skin will get burnt and that makes it hard for me to breathe. I am sweating a lot. I looked around while wrapping the blanket on me because I am naked. I tried to find my clothes but it’s gone. I don’t know what happened but I remember that our bus fell off a cliff and now I am here. In a dark, hot place that smells like sulfur, garbage, rotten and dead flesh. I don’t know but I feel suddenly scared when I hear voices. They are screaming, crying, mourning and most of them are asking for help and I don’t know why and I don’t even know where the voices came from. It seems that they are everywhere. I feel a little shiver as I continue walking trying to find a way out. Each step that I made I felt stones and sand on my feet and I kept lo
I woke up sweating. I was gasping for air to breathe and I heard a woman crying beside me. I immediately removed the blanket and plastic that was covering me and I saw my mom crying beside me. She is the woman that I heard crying. Her eyes were swollen because of crying too much. I looked at her and she was looking at me too. Scared, shocked, and emotionless. She froze when she saw me and I guess she didn't know what to do if she will scream or run away.“What’s going on?” I asked while looking around. My throat and lips are dry, which is why my voice is a little husky. I am in a room that I cannot recognize with her. I am lying on a tile that looks like a bed. I am inside the half-closed body bag and I am naked. I have a bracelet too with my name and a date on it. I tried to walk but I am too weak. My legs are shaking. I can’t even stand up but still, I am forci
AFTER ONE YEAR After one year of isolating myself because of the tragic death that I experienced. I now decided to go on with my life. I need to be strong for myself because I know Jayvee will be upset if he sees me hopeless and dying and my mom will be upset too. Every day she is getting older and older, weaker and weaker. I don't want her to see me weak and lifeless because if it is hard for me; it is hard for her too. That is why I need to be strong. Life must go on, half of me is always reminding me that I need to get back on my feet and make myself whole again while the other half is telling me to stop breathing because of the pain of losing someone that I love. Not just Jayvee but dad too when he died two years ago; He left mama and me a pain that is so indescribable. That is why I don’t want to be selfish to my mother who is trying to be strong for me. I want to be strong too.
I have never been the same since the accident. I feel like something is wrong with me. The visions that I saw before the accident are getting intense. I feel like I am not the same anymore. I am getting weirder and weirder too. I can hear voices from the dead. I can see scary things that only my eyes can see, I can see visions and weird, scary scenarios and I can read minds too but not much.It’s in the middle of the night and I can’t sleep because I can still remember the accident and the pain is killing me. I am alone in my bed, keep tossing and turning for me to find the comfortable position to make me sleep but no matter how many times I keep on turning. It is still the same. I can't sleep. The past is haunting me every time I close my eyes and my chest is getting tight because of the pain. I checked my phone and I saw Devon’s message when I asked him what he was d
“I can't take this”“I can’t take this”“I can’t take this”“I can’t take this”I heard the voices of a lot of people from nowhere as if they were whispering to me. This time it is not just one voice but three. I know it is the woman that I saw inside my late dad’s room who is whispering that she can’t take it while weeping but now I heard a voice of a man too and like the woman he is weeping too. I looked around to see who it was. Maybe there’s some students joking at me or trying to scare me but no one was around. I am alone walking in the hallway while the others are inside the
I stood up and put my phone inside my bag because I heard it vibrating. I opened my messenger and I received a message from Devon. Asking what I am doing. He is just checking on me. I replied to him that I was just on my bed. I suddenly feel sleepy maybe because the effect of marijuana is getting lower not like a while ago that I am so stoned.“Do you want me to come over?” He asked. I didn’t reply because I am thinking if I will invite him or not. I looked outside the window and it was already dark. I don’t know what time it is but I know that it is already dinner. So I went down to check Nana Salve and mom but they were not home and it’s too dark in the living area up to the kitchen. I try to call them but they are not answering. I heard a child's laugh and I started to get scared again.
I talked to Devon about what happened to me last night and he just laughed and told me that he already knew. I asked him how he knew it because I felt shy when he already knew about it before I told him. He said that his friends who saw me having my sleepwalk told him that my mom and Nana Salve are following me. They almost slept because I walk too fast; almost running. I couldn't look at him and he noticed that I couldn't look at him because I am not just shy but also embarrassed. I didn’t know that I would have a sleepwalk and that is totally off for me.“Hey, Don’t frown,” He said while still laughing. I don’t know if she is laughing at me or she is laughing because I sleepwalked last night and a couple of people saw me and some of them are his friends, but neither of the two is still the same. It is so embarrassing.