Multo!! A very scary word. I had a most unforgettable and scariest experience. It was summer time when my family went to our farm. My daddy decided that we should spent our vacation there. We were all excited because our farm has a pond and we can swim there.
We finally arrived after 2 hours. After our dinner, I went to the bahay kubo beside the pond. I was so amaze of the horizon. I was alone in the bahay kubo because my mommy and daddy were busy preparing our bed. Minutes after I sat on a bench, someone called me, "Pssst!". He kept on calling me. I was so scared so I ran to our house. My mom asked me why I ran so fast. I didn't answer her because I lost my consciousness. Early in the morning, I wake up. I helped our helper prepared our breakfast. After a minute, my nani was shocked because I can't move. It feels like someone was forcing me to go out. Tears fell on my face.
Night after that incident, I dreamed. Someone was calling me again. This time, there was an image. A boy! He looked familiar! But I don't know him. He's dragging me again. I shouted and shouted! My nani woke me up. I cried. My parents went to my room to us. They hugged me. And they slept me beside me that night.
Next morning, my dad decided that we should leave. I resisted. My parents agreed. That night again, I dreamed again. Another nightmare. But this time, he showed up. I hugged him tightly. We cried and cried. I woke up and I realized he was one of my special friends. He died last December because of a car accident. And I remembered that we planned to visit our farm together. We have lots of plan. And all of our plans were gone after that accident. I'm so happy knowing that even though he's not alive but he went in our farm and spent our vacation together.
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