Halloween. The spookiest holiday that we have in a year. It'll remind you of ghosts, of trick or treat, of costumes, of haunted houses etc. Somehow, it's that time of the year when you wanted to tell scary stories. Do I have scary stories to tell? Hmmm.. Not quite but I have "spooky" experiences here.

I don't know if it's true that each house has an entity living there. In the house that we have right now, they're saying that a certain lady with dwarfs guard our house. Yeah right but believe it or not, it could be true. 5 albularyos or traditional healers, sort of chamans went there to our home and verified that statement. 3 of them were taken by a friend, one was a beggar who asked for a glass of water and one is this very popular dude who we sometimes watch on tv. They all said the same thing. They were all strangers. Funny thing was, they've tackled our family history with ease. They all told my mother how did she met my father, family background, our birthdays etc. It was weird. We just couldn't take them all in but I did believe them on some point. Why did they said that I have a "gift?" That I can see entities if I'm interested to "open" it? Yup. We're talking about having a third eye here.

Haven't seen a ghoul yet but I've seen shadows many times in a form of a big guy with a trench coat and a top hat while I was watching tv, going to our bathroom or just walking to our kitchen. The latest happened almost 2 weeks ago. The first one happened when I was resting on our coach and my parents were not around. No electric fan was on, all the doors were closed so why on earth did our curtain from our bedroom upstairs moved? Our door opened with a creak and then I saw that thing, it seemed that he was staring right through me. I paused, looked at him directly and then he went into our next bedroom upstairs. That's it. I didn't shout. For me, it's a normal thing since I always feel something from that room of mine. When I was young, I really couldn't sleep properly and my parents always saw me crying bigtime. I can't remember the reason why though once I wake up. Back to that bedroom too, I've heard things and saw things. If the windows are close, I'll see shadows and hear them cleaning our floor below using our broom. No person, just a broom swishing and swashing. If I open my windows, the sound and the shadows will be gone. It went on for a couple of years. If that's not the case, it'll be a smoke, lots of it. My parents didn't take this seriously of course. For them, I was just making these up.

At home too, you can hear someone taking a bath during witching hour, washing the dishes or taking a bath. And my family members are asleep of course. I'm a very light sleeper so I would know. In the same room that I have ever since, when I sleep or reading something and my back is towards our door, there is always someone who'll walk and you'll hear our wooden floors creak. At first before, I would ask "Who's there?" but apparently, I forgot that my bedroom door is lock. It happens until today but I just brush it up.

in midnight solitude, i stand the mountains brave and firm
i try to break through barriers
i try so much to explore
i try to smile but it always denies me.

of raining crystals and floating dreams
i want so much to paint
of breaking silence and pianississimo
i want so much to sing

but all the while in a single blink
i realize i am in a world of rocks where i never really dreamed to be
the roaring gods pull me strong from worlds i long to see

so in solitary walks of endless roads
i try to convince myself
that i should do what enjoys me most
but on second thought...

i should not.

and so i just keep the idea inside the pocket of my faded jeans
and pretend to stand brave and firm again
though in midnight loneliness i weep.

Fate can turn things in mysterious ways.

3 days ago, while we're having a blast at home watching this sappy movie and discussing the details of being a stupid actor, (pardon the pun here); our household pets gave their best howling and meowing. Duh. I thought that someone out there was crawling our porch vomiting because he could be drunk or something but it was a cousin who quit her job a year ago and left her family without a notice. No note. No phone call. That's it. It's like I'm-getting-tired-of-living-with-you-guys-and-I-wanted-to-get-a-life! Thing was, she left her job working in a prestigious accounting firm all for love.

She was the most stupid gal for me in ages.

Why is that? Gahd. She graduated magna cum laude from our state university, passed the board with flying colors, and landed a job in our country's premier accounting firm but when she met this guy, she've quit her job and forgot that she has a brain. It's okay if that guy is normal but he's not. He's a priest. Yes. That guy who knows how to pray the rosary, the guy who can remember the liturgies, one who can recite passages and breathe the ins and outs of the Bible et al.

She fell in love. Hard. And decided to join the people in convent. She has no calling. She just wanted to be with her man. Good thing that after eating green leafy vegetables, not wearing M.A.C. and NARS make up, no pc or laptop, no Starbucks or other gourment coffee, not sleeping in an airconditioned room for almost a year etc. didn't make her puke. Literally. She tested her patience just to be with that impossible guy to love with.

Opening the gate, I saw my cousin looking haggard, gaunt and without a life in her bones. She did try to smile though but it looked eeew. Something was wrong. I was dying to ask her why but I've kept my mouth shut and decided to ask her once we're inside.

Hmmm... This better be good I thought.

ME: "Soooo..... What's up?"

COUSIN: "He said that he didn't love me. I can't accept it."

ME: "Alright. Is that it?"

COUSIN: "Can't you at least emphatize with what I'm feeling right now?".

Frankly, I told her that in as much as I wanted to, I can't feel it. It's her fault after all. She knows that he's a priest all along. There's a saying that we are in a certain situation because of the decision that we make.

Right?