Church of The Damned [Short Story]

VLOG LAST DAY

                      Last day of staying inside this haunted church. Everyone experienced something terrible inside this place; either by trauma, possession or emotionally played with the ghosts. Everyone has packed up all their things while Eric and I went to the top of the bell tower. "Thank you," I told Eric as I turn to his calm and charming face. "For what?" He replied, his face now filled with confusion.

"For your concern last Thursday, but it somehow made me confused still. Why? Why do glimpse at me like I was the only pearl hidden beneath the 7 seas?" I asked, and he only replied with a chuckle. "What? Is there something on my face? Is there a bug?"

"There is something wrong with those pair of eyes, I'm sure. I am not able to tell you properly, because of how this haunted church made me feel so much – fear. Every time I try to tell you, it's either I'm too shy or I'm just – afraid. So afraid. And now," he hold my hand and gave me the sweetest smile, "I now have the courage to tell you. I like you Anna Gomez, and I accept if you don't feel the same. I know it's just too fast, but I'm eager to wait."

I was shocked, me? Eric Rodriguez falling for me? This seems like a joke, but it was not. It was not a dream nor a prank. Eric Rodriguez came up to me and told me he liked me, what should I tell? What do I do? "I appreciate that you like me, Eric. I really do but—"

"But?" He asked as hope drains on his face. I held his hand back, "I think we should develop this relationship more, not now." His eyes, even when filled with pain, his smile seemed to put on a smile. 'That doesn't define that you wanted us to be just friends right?"

I blushed, not a lot, but enough to show a smile. "Maybe." I smirked and winked at him as he kissed me on the forehead. "Thank you." He told me, and it was the most happiest moment I have ever had in this church by far. Unless, as a series I have watched once said, a dramatic irony occurs. We heard a muffled voice behind us, which made us turn – but we really wished that we didn't. The bride of the Sta. Ana killings surprises us with her devious smile and creepy stares. We ran outside and told everyone that the bride is after us; we all grabbed our luggage and ran towards the exit. While running, I was glad that we would never experience anything strange again that could ruin our lives; I was glad that I could start something new with Eric; I was glad I could fix and turn our group's bonding into a great friendship, and I was glad that we came out safe and sound.

We already ran too far, but not far enough as I have estimated. I look back, but the church is gone – nowhere to be found. Nowhere to be seen, covered by the huge fog. Knowing that no one ever bothered to go to this street or near the church, no one seems to remember what it was or where it was. No one bothered, to dig up the secrets that lie within. Is it why it's never found anywhere in the official lists of churches inside Baguio? Whatever reason it was, there was one thing we wished for. For the ghosts to live in peace, and re-enact the wedding happily – like what Donya Maria Fabia Gervase wanted to have.

DRAFT FOR GROUP 2'S SCIENCE DOCUMENTARY
MADE BY: ANNA KATRINA GOMEZ