MORTEM
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Last published Thu, Jun 19, 2025
What would you do if you saw a woman in your dream who looked exactly like you... committing a murder? What would you do if you were certain you hadn't committed a crime-yet woke to find a dead body under your bed, with no evidence or sign of how it got there?
What would you do if you began hearing voices and witnessing visions that slowly drove you mad And what would you do if you were the only survivor... the one who returned from the dead after a bus accident?
Irish Stephen, a twenty-year-old Mass Communication student at Springville University, never believed in miracles-until she became one.
On a fateful trip to Baguio for a school documentation project, tragedy struck. The bus she was riding, carrying her friends, classmates, and boyfriend, plunged off a cliff. Nothing but wreckage remained. No one survived. No one... except her.
Something inside her had changed. Shadows flickered in the corners of her vision. Strangers she'd never met appeared in her home and at school, only to vanish without a trace. The voices of the dead whispered in her ears. At first, she blamed trauma. But deep down, she knew it was something darker.
Even her reflection betrayed her. The girl in the mirror wasn't her-it was someone else. She felt hollow, like something inside her was missing.
The only person who believed her was Devon, her friend-turned-boyfriend. He introduced her to Luna, a lightworker and spiritual practitioner. Luna insisted Irish's suffering wasn't just grief-her past was bleeding into her present, twisting her very soul.
As Irish searches for answers, she uncovers a terrifying truth-one tied to her dreams, her visions, and the accident that should have claimed her life.
What really happened that night? Why was she the only one who came back?
And if she survived... is she truly alive?
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