The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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"Take care." Kuya Mike tells me a good-bye.

It is Saturday and I want a vacation. Just a vacation to relax myself, anyway. The memory of yesterday is still fresh on my mind.

I sigh, "Bye." I reply to my brother with a faint smile.

After that, I ride gracefully on my black and red Ducati Kawasaki Ninja 300. As I start the engine, I run the motorbike up to 60 kilometers per hour.

My destination for today is in a forest. Living in a forest is peaceful, serene, and relaxing.

Moreover, I'm all alone on the road, and it's getting dark. I have my bag filled clothes with ammunition, yes.

We actually have a house there—a rest house, to be exact.

And what is with Chance, by the way? I smirk bitterly. Why do I need to go somewhere around just to have peace?

Pathetic, right?

I told Kuya Mike about it. He said that he knew already that I have this feeling for him, but I'm just too naive to discover.

I'll be fine. I shall be happy with my busy life right now.

I just continue driving. I'm about to reach the thirtieth mile of my travel when my motor bike lose of fuel.

I curse silently. What's with the odds and I'm fated to be in this ugly circumstance?

I sigh. Guess I have no choice but to walk along with my motorbike. It's now 18 o'clock in the evening. I feel so lost with my imaginary 'me', walking somewhere down the spooky road.

I can see the fog slowly enveloping the whole place as the sun is meant to go down. Many trees standing here for years, but some of them are dying—just like life, it's destined to end and withers to dust.

No one's here. No houses, but pure straight road.

I let out a frustrating breath, maybe I'll find one later. As I walk for a few meters, I sight a small house from not afar.

A creepy house, and there is a old gasoline station nearby. Thank about being lucky.

Mukhang may tao naman. Nakasindi kasi ang ilaw nila.

I park my Ducati when I reach the creepy house. I knock on the door first, but nobody answers. Seems like somebody didn't hear my knocks.

I reach for the the door knob and twist it. Good thing, it is unlocked, so I enter the house.

Inside, I already spot an old lady facing me back. She is murmuring about something or somewhat that I don't understand. Is she a cult or other else? I think, she senses my presence and turns her head to my location. Her eyes are red and has dark circles around; her face have sign of aging lines and wrinkles. She's just an ordinary old lady, any way.

The aura here is uneasy, there's something looking at me—rather someone, I would say—here in just a short distance.

"Pasensya na po sa abala," magalang na sabi ko. "Pero, maari ho ba akong maghingi ng tulong?"

Dahan-dahan siyang humarap sa akin, "Ano ang maitutulong ko sa iyo, hija?"

"Kayo ho ba ang may-ari ng gasolinahan? Nawalan po ako, para lang po sa aking sasakyan."

"Oo, hija, halika." Pagkasabi niya, tumalikod na siya.

If I am not mistaken, I catch the glimpse of her evil smile.