Conch Shells, Pandesal stuffed with hotdog and mustard cream, ice cubes and then darkness…
It was a fine sunny day at the beach, walking coolly while looking at the varieties of conch shells and other seashore life forms. It was nice gazing at the conch shells that lined the soft white sands with their different colors and lopsided structures. I was so enthusiastic to take a piece of it at home but then there was a strong wind that carried me away from the beach. Subsequently I found myself at the pad of my cousin who just came from the states with her daughter. I didn’t ask for any pasalubong because my attention was caught with the creamy pandesal stuffed with hotdog served on the table. I felt so hungry by just looking at it and the time I was about to get it, my cousin’s daughter wolf it down. Afterward, I was riding on a van with the driver and someone younger whom I don’t know but seemed very familiar with me. We stopped at a very exquisite house. The house was a combination of oriental and modern styles. The designs were neat and simple yet it looked very striking. As I was standing on the open door, I looked outside, beyond the huge steel gate and saw a scene of filthy slums. It was very weird because I know that we entered an executive village not an urban poor. Another weird thing was I saw a pair of sandals moving inside the house as if there was an invisible man wearing it. Then there was an old woman who appeared in front me holding a bucket of ice cubes. I don’t have a clue why she was offering me ice cubes and the next scene darkness.
I saw my room, my comfort zone since childhood, and the scene was vivid. But I was half awake then and I could feel my blanket and my cold flesh lying on the mattress. Then I started to feel different, I was chilling and at that time I got fully awake but I couldn’t open my eyes. I felt paralyzed; I couldn’t move any of my limbs. My throat had gone dry as bone and I couldn’t even move my tongue. I’d like to shout, to shout for help but there’s no voice coming out. I felt so scared because I was very conscious about the situation and I felt that there’s someone looking at me beyond the darkness. My heart was trembling and I could really feel it but I was so feeble to move my body. I was racing with my breaths, and was panicking. I just felt so scared because I was feeling the presence uncanny thing. I wanted to shout, to cry and then I thought of praying. I prayed one Hail Mary but then my heart was still beating fast. I tried to calm myself with another Hail Mary then I was able to move my fingers and then another Hail Mary that made my hands to move away from my chest. After that, I prayed one Our Father then I was able to get up.
I don’t how you call it, Bangungot or what. But I really got scared because I was really conscious then. I even tried to google Bangungot but i unfortunately that word doesnt exist. There are few related items like acute pancreatitis, sudden unexpected death syndrome, and etc etc but no exact definition and category to what i have experienced...
But one thing is for sure, prayers had revived from that terrible experience. The last time I celebrated mass was for ages ago and the last time I truly pray is something I couldnt recall…
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