GHOSTLY RIDES

Tears of Spirits

   Part  I       

Another ride, for the evening

The lively city lights, cars and busy night are slowly fading in the view as we enter the forest, trees, and mists, gray white clouds, cold weather , greet us..

The crying spirit, A 24  years old  law intern. 

Female named Celine Dueres. She dies on over work , and  fatigue, over review narin . 

Hindi ako patay,  

Hindi, panaginip to, oo tama , 

mag bo board exam pako, 

pagod lang  to, i will wake up ... 

she calms down, trying to deceive herself and denying what is in front of her. 

Slowly stop her cries,  as she saw the transition between the gloomy forest to a graveyard, her face says it all, fear,  and defeat , she started to see the surreal view and drifted on her seat. 

Crossing this part of the road is really creepy kahit ako kini kilabutan parin, but it only takes, 20 minutes. 

 It's a 20-minute drive through a spooky area, with stalls and streets lined with tombstones – this is the heart of the ghost market. We've even spotted a few ghostly figures lurking in the shadows.

As we approach the end of the forest, we catch a glimpse of the flying carriages that transport travelers to the small city in the ghost realm.  yet as mortals we are not allowed to cross that side of the road so we turn right. 

At the edge of the forest, there's a checkpoint, and we present our receipts to the spirits guarding it.

"Mortals," they utter, granting us passage.

With that, the long drive begins...

No views, any scenery to look at , only darkness surrounds us – the sky, a few scattered stars, and the towering trees.

Buses and other spirits guides usually take around 2 hours, depending on the situation. Mishaps are common occurrences, and there are even occasional incidents among the spirits and its riders.

Karen and I settle in the back seat, ready for the long run. Miguel and Rence, our companions, start discussing tonight's series they called it., while we decide to take a nap. 

Karen plugs in her earphones, and I wrap myself in a cozy blanket, sharing some snacks.

I saw Rence glancing at us through the front drive seats, in this sixty to seventy maroon seats , his eyes are fix perfectly at our direction and even some of the spirits seem to be stealing curious glances in our direction.

"What are you all looking at?" Karen glares back, and the spirits quickly avert their gaze, their expressions a mix of disbelief and amusement at our mortal presence in their journey.

Lawrence, my cousin, stood at around five feet, his warm skin tone and small, chinito eyes giving him a gentle, unassuming appearance. Despite his modest stature, his frame was well-fitted.

Beside me, Karen's light complexion and dark brown hair, perfectly coiled into a bun, made her a striking contrast. We were of similar height, around five feet, but Karen's figure was not that slim, sexy build. Instead, she carried herself with a unique, confident style.

For our mission tonight, we had opted for practical, flexible attire. I donned a simple white shirt and black pants. Rence, our ever-vigilant companion, had chosen a long-sleeved hoodie to cover his undershirt, paired with black sweatpants.