Added November 10, 2003
The Breath of the Soul
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Laarni Quiliza, Taguig, Metro Manila,
Philippines, 1984-1998,
info@ghostvillage.com
I was five to six years old when I first encountered a wandering
soul. It was afternoon, around five o'clock. I was tired and sweaty from
playing, so when I got home I quickly lay in a long wooden chair near
the door. My head was in the direction of the door so I couldn't see who
would come in (I only see the inside of the house).
I was staring at our ceiling while resting when I heard someone
breathing so fast and coming nearer and nearer to the door. I didn't
bother to have a look to know who he was because I was really tired. I
presumed it was my sister or brother, who got home and, like me they
were also tired from playing.
Whoever it was, stopped right at the door, then it move forward to my
left side. His breathing became harder and louder (like he was desperate
to grasp for a air). Then, to my surprised, he blows his breath straight
to my ear. It was a tingling sensation, I felt the moist and warmth of
his breath on my ear so I quickly sat up. I was angry and going to yell
-- then I realized there was no one at my side -- I was alone in the
house and I saw that there was no one outside. I was nonplussed.
I mentioned my experienced to my mother and she said that maybe it was a
soul who was tired from his long journey to find the light. She said
that I should have thrown some water outside the door so the soul can
drink. I felt sorry for the soul.
After a few years it came back, and my opinion about this soul change.
My mother and I were watching TV when suddenly my older sister came
rushing from upstairs. She was scared and could hardly speak when she
told us what had happened.
She said she was standing beside the bed when she heard someone
breathing so fast -- but she knew she was alone. She jumped up on the
bed and when it came nearer and nearer to her she became terrified and
thought to jump down the stairs (the bed was beside the stairs).
She could have died if she jumped because we have long stairs. We
conclude that it was an evil soul and was trying to harm my sister. I
was not scared, but rather I was furious with the soul.
The third time it came back, many years had passed again, and I was in
college then. My father bought a CD disk from abroad. It was a cool disk
because it contains a variety of sounds and voices of people and
animals. One night, my older sister and I decided to be a prank caller
so we can use the CD to trick people. We were using a speaker phone and
we were both laughing so hard when we heard the reaction on the other
line. (Don't get me wrong, we're not bad girls -- we were just
entertaining people!) We didn't use bad words or make up a story that
will annoy them; we just let them hear funny voices/sounds.
On one particular line, they were angry at us and just hang the phone,
then we suddenly heard the fast breathing again. It lasted for few
minutes, then it stopped -- we felt all of our hair stand on end. My
sister and I both looked at each other and asked, "Who is that?" We just
both said maybe it was from the other line, but I'm sure it was not
coming from the other line because we clearly heard it near to our side,
and I can tell the difference between the sound coming from a phone and
the sound you can hear just an inch away from you.
This soul removed the smile from me and my sister's face that night and
put the joke on us. And now I think he was a clever soul.
