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There is only one experience in my life that I would actually call as “ghostly . It happened when I was in my sophomore year at the University. It was a Wednesday, the campus was almost deserted. I had to attend a lecture that afternoon but I decided to come in early in the morning to enjoy the peace in the library, which could be quite noisy on a regular school day. Besides, I had book with me; a collector’s Edition copy of Dragonlance Chronicles .
It was stilla few minutes before 8 a.m. but the librarian in the Social Sciences Department was kind enough to have allowed me in, it was just the two of us inside the room that early morning. I chose a table at the far end of the room and got down to some serious reading. Only a few minutes had passed when I sensed strange movement in front of me. I looked up and I was sure I had to pick my jaw up from the floor. It was Kara. I had a thing for ever since we were classmates in P.E. class during our freshman year. She asked if she could share my table because she had to do some research. Of course I said okay. I even volunteered to help her with her research.
She gladly accepted. I helped her get the books we would need and then divided up the topics she needed. With the two of us working, the research was finished quickly. It was already 11 a.m. and we were still the only ones in the room. She was arranging the materials we had gathered when I saw some pictures in her binder. She allowed me to look at them after I asked.
They were pictures of Kara with her friend Janice and two other friends. I personally knew Janice because she was also in that P.E. class and was, in fact, my seatmate. I asked if I could have that picture and she said yes. She even wrote a message and her phone number at the back. She then got up to return some of the books we had used while I remained at the table to arrange the materials we were going to have photocopied.
That was when I heard her cry out. I quickly ran to where I knew she would be and I saw her crouched behind one of the shelves, crying with here arms covering her head. She was whispering . “Go away, Leave me alone!” touched her shoulder and said her name. She recognized me and allowed me to half-carry her to the table. I saw the librarian and her male student assistant (SA) rushing towards us, asking what had happened . I answered that I still wasn’t sure. I noticed that Kara’s left scandal had come off and I decided to look for it.
I saw it near the spot where I found her. I stopped to pick it up and turned to go when I suddenly felt a strong tug on the shoe. I was so surprised that I let go. Instead of falling to the floor, the sandal hovered there waist-high, I heard a gasp behind me and turned to see the SA standing there. I looked back at the sandal hovered there waist-high.
I heard a gasp behind me and turned to see the SA standing there. I looked back at the sandal just in time to see it hurtling towards me. I was able to move aside but it hit the SA on his cheek, drawing blood. We quickly rushed back to the others but before we could tell them what happened, a laught that can only be described as demonic rang out loud in the library room. The librarian decided that we should all leave the room.
We went to the Administration Office of the library were we told the head librarian what had happened. He ordered the SA to go to the campus chapel to inform Father Reyes to bless the room. By this time, Kara had calmed down enought to decide to attend the blessing. I decided to stay with her and she smiled to say thanks, She till would not say anything about what happened to her but the fear on her face was unmistakable.
I decided to give her the crucifix I’ve worn since high School and she seemed comforted by it. The head librarian also called on other workers there so that there would be many of us during the blessing. Father Reyes then arrived and gave us a religious pep talk to strength our faith and courage to face whatever was in the Social Sciences Department.
He gave each of us a candle and wanted us to join hands. Since that was impossible with the candle, we decided to hold the candle on one hand and the shoulder of the one beside us with the other. And then we prayed. All the while, the hairs at the back of my neck were standing. There was also a general feeling of anger and animostly towards us. Looking at the others told me that they left it too.
After the prayers, Fr. Reyes got out his holy water and started blessing the library room, concentrating on the area where it happened. He even crouched down to bless Kara’s sandal that we had left there. He the approached Kara and made a sign of the cross on her forehead with the holy water. He then went back to bless the other parts of the room. When we were fisnished, I accosted Kara and told her she was safe now. She smiled up at me and agreed.
She started repeatedly thanking all of us for saving her. We, on the other hand, couldn’t say anything because all the while she was fading slowly from view until she wasn’t there anymore. The SA then exclaimed that Kara’s things were also gone. I was so shocked that I didn’t know what to do. I was dimly aware that the others were saying something but couldn’t understand them. I just got my things and went home.
The next morning came but my mind was still on the events of yesterday . Part of me still refused to believe that they actually happened. It was only when I reached for crucifix that I realized that it was still gone. I immediately looked through my wallet and found the picture that Kara gave me. I decided to look for her but I couldn’t find her, I then decided to talk to her friend Janice . I found Janice alone and told her what had happened .
By the time I finished, she was crying. I was puzzled. She then told me that on Monday that week, she and Kara were at the library to do some research. They had only been there a short time when Kara started feeling strange. Janice suggested that she should go home and rest and Jara agreed. As she watched Kara drive off, Janice thought she saw a figure of a man on the passenger front seat but wrote it off as light bouncing on the glass.
Later that day, she heard that Kara had died when she crashed her car against an electric pole. According to Kara’s parents, witnesses reported seeing two people struggling in the front seats of the car right before the crash. Janice agreed to accompany me at Kara’s wake.
Once there, I slowly approached the coffin and realized that I didn’t want to believe that Kara was dead. When I saw her lying there, the reality of it hit me like a rock. It was then that Janice grabbed my arm and pointed at something she recognized.
There in the middle of Kara’s chest lay my crucifix.