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Hanger

Midnight: probably not the best time to write down the scariest nightmare I’ve ever had, so scary, I want to cry and run to my mom and sleep beside her the next night. Yes I am that weak when it comes to this. And while my mom didn’t allow me to sleep beside her, she did give me a rosary that actually helped me go through the night. 

My friend and I were being interviewed for a job. The room was all white, and as it was a design studio, it’s somewhat spacious and has paintings on its walls. Just what I expected from the company.

When it was my turn, just right after I sang (because it’s a dream), he looked at my clothes and laughed. I looked down and saw a hanger dangling in front of my chest inside my shirt. I laughed it off and said that I probably forgot to remove it when I wore my shirt. So I removed the hanger and handed it over to my friend who was sitting beside me. She noticed a bunch of words written. ( it’s the black kind of hanger usually used for heavy clothes, and the words are like clipped together) I couldn’t remember the whole sentence but I know it’s something like “SHUT THE FUCK UP”.  When my friend pointed it out, I froze and so did the interviewer. I immediately walked out and my friend came with me. I told her that office was haunted.

So we came home, and that time, I’m supposed to be packing up my things because we’re going out of town at dawn. My mom’s already there and  I told her what happened. By the time I was finished, I noticed something wrong with my clothes again. Another hanger was coming out of my  chest again.  When I pulled it out there was  another message for me, by this time I could not remember what it was but it’s enough for me to realize that it’s not the place that is haunted, but it is me that has a demon inside. I shouted and shouted at it trying to know what it want. And everytime, there will be more hangers coming out of me. Then I realized that my mom would be left alone if I went out for the trip and thought that she’s going to be in danger so I shouted at it ” Don’t hurt my mother”  then another hanger came out. and the message was ” How about fire?” I quickly ran up to her and she assured me that she will be safe. 

The trip was around dawn so even if bothered, I tried going to sleep. My bed was in front of a mirror shared by me and my cousin. When she was already asleep, still lying on the bed, I looked at the mirror and saw a terrifying image. A blue something, definitely has the face of a demon, is floating above me. I shook my cousin, and when she woke up, she saw the demon. She told me to fight it back, tell it I was not afraid of it. So I did. I screamed and shouted until finally it was gone. Sitting upright, I saw mists from the place he was supposedly floating above. And I told myself, it was over. 

Then I was at the bus terminal with my cousin,(which is a walking distance from my house) finally thinking that I was free. Then another hanger came out of it, this time it was not a message, but looked more like a screen from my tab. Then I realized that I forgot my tab on my bed and the demon’s still following me. So I rushed off to pick it up, I remembered I downloaded a bible app a while back. I quickly opened the bible but I knew something was not right with it. The icon looked like a burnt book and the pages were scratched, and words were crossed out. (and that’s only a software) An eerie sound played out and there came out an image of something that looked like a zombie in 3D. RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE. The demon had hacked my application. 

For some reason, this finally got me braver to confront it, and I told it, ” I BELIEVE IN GOD! I DON’T BELIEVE IN YOU! GOD WILL PROTECT ME! YOU ARE NOT REAL”

And then I opened my eyes. The worst part of it, I didn’t even know I was dreaming till I woke up. I was literally shaking as I try to make sense on what’s real and what’s just a dream. You just can’t imagine how thankful I was when I saw my posters on the wall. I immediately prayed to God and seek for safety.

hi igine, kaibigan kong tahimik at palaisip.

i got this bunch of songs from my brother a long time ago (Switchfoot tracks), and i just started listening to them today. when i was listening to one of them (Meant to Live), i remembered you for one unspeakable reason or another. i pray for you when there’s prodding, and this morning, my prayer was, “God, lead Igine from freedom to freedom, from peace to peace.” Siguro dala na rin ng ating palitan ng texts.

I hope you have a fantastic day!

This was a message by my dear adviser around the time after graduation. The fact that he remembered me through a song made me so kilig that the entire message never sank in. But now that I’ve read it again, and now that I know he knew what was going on with me that time, it made more sense. He prayed for me. Thank you sir. 

And this has become the most touching message I’ve received and I just have to share it.

P.S.

Here’s the link of the song he was talking about

Dear N, 

Hi.

I just want you to know that I’ve been playing GTA IV for quite a while now. I didn’t imagine I could enjoy this but yeah, I did. In fact, I even managed to be ahead of my brother in terms of the storyline when he had been playing it ever since he bought it. How I wish that we could play this together just as I wish we could watch a movie together. 

I.