By: Aya Paredes
My neighbor Jenna-got pregnant by a boyfriend and is now on her seventh month of pregnancy-claims she encountered an eerie experience a few months ago.
It was November last year when she found out that she was pregnant. When she told her boyfriend, he abandoned her, ran away from his responsibility. She was understandably devastated as she was just on her third year in college. Worse, second semester had just began. What she feared most was how to break the news to her family, especially her father. The news will surely break her father’s heart knowing that he has worked so hard just to send her to college. For sure she will be disowned by her family. Worse, that baby’s father dumped her. If ever, she’d have nowhere to go.
Because of all her mounting fears, she kept her pregnancy hidden from her family. Only a few close friends knew about her condition. She was in a dilemma. She can keep the baby and risked being disowned by her family, quit school, and look for a job to support herself and the baby. Or she can have the baby aborted and resume her life. The latter option surely sounded more appealing to Jenna that she chose to get rid of the baby. The next day, she took an abortive. She suffered stomach cramps but nothing more. The baby was not aborted. Then she went to a manghihilot. The manghihilot tried to abort the baby but she also failed. Desperate to get rid of the baby, she went to a doctor who, she was told, performed an abortion on a number of unwed pregnant girls. She found the abortionist after asking around discreetly. She immediately set an appointment to get rid of her problem as soon as she can. There was nothing that can change her mind. The night before her scheduled abortion, Jenna suddenly woke up, cold. She was shivering. She checked her bedside digital clock. It was 3 a.m. She always sleeps with her lights off so she decided to get up and turn on the lights and check why the room felt cold and damp. When her feet touched the floor, she was surprised to find out that the floor was wet. There was water or something liquid on the floor. She reached for her lampshade and turned it on. She almost fainted when she saw blood dripping from her blanket to the floor. She half-screamed when she found out that the blood was flowing from her tummy. Did she just had a miscarriage? Basing from what she saw on the floor, she had lost so much blood that if she wouldn’t be rushed to a hospital soon, she might end up not just losing her baby but also her life. She panicked. She felt numb all over. Then she heard a voice. It sounded like it was coming from the pits of the earth. She then saw a young woman dressed in a night gown. Her face was covered by a mess of a long black hair. She was soaking with blood. Then something caught Jenna’s eyes. The woman was holding a baby. Something about the baby caught Jenna’s eyes and heart. She knew instantly that it was hers! The blood-soaked woman was holding her baby! “T-that’s my baby!”cried Jenna. “Not anymore! He’s mine. Aren’t you planning to get rid of him anyway?” said the woman in angry tone. Jenna could feel anguish and pain coming from the woman. Jenna knew the woman was a ghost. Looking at her inside Jenna’s dimly lit room, the woman appeared like she was a hologram. Yet the baby she was carrying seemed very real. Something inside Jenna realized she loved her baby. Seeing her baby in the arms of this ghost made her realize that. She wanted her baby back. He’s my baby! Please bring him back to me!” Jenna pleaded. She tried to get up, but due to blood loss, she could barely lift a finger. She was so tired and weak. The woman only smiled at her. “You’ll kill him anyway. My baby Isaiah,” the ghost said while lovingly staring at the baby. She was caressing the baby’s head. “No, I won’t. I promise! Please bring him back to me! Please. He’s my baby!”Jenna started to cry. She wanted to hold her baby. If she were going to die, she wanted to die holding her own child. “Don’t you realize how lucky you are? I’ve spent my life trying to have a child. And when I finally conceived, my baby died inside my tummy. My poor baby Isaiah. He didn’t even had a chance to see the world. So I killed myself just to be with my baby. But I’ve been in the pits of hell and out, but I still couldn’t find my Isaiah. Now, I’m taking your baby. You hate him anyway. I’ll bring him with me in hell!” the ghost snarled. “Nooo! Not my baby. I promise I’ll let him live. I promise I’ll do anything to protect him. Just please give me back my baby! Please!” Jenna was pleading for her life and her baby’s.
The blood-soaked ghost seemed hesitant at first until Jenna reasoned out that the ghost was also once a mother. The ghost approached Jenna’s bed, stood in front of her and handed her baby. Then the ghost suddenly disappeared. Jenna broke down and held her baby as tight as she could. She wasn’t going to take away his life. She’d do anything to protect her baby. It was then that she lost consciousness, still holding her baby tightly.
Jenna came around a few hours after. She instinctively felt her tummy. The baby still inside, she could tell. She sighed in relief. No one’s going to take her baby. Even her worst nightmare won’t
She then decided to tell her family about the baby that day. Jenna’s pretty sure they’d understand. What made her heart skip once again was when she got up from bed, she saw something written with blood on her wall: Isaiah: Jenna offered a small prayer to the relentless soul of the woman. Now, she back in her parents’ house. They welcomed her and the child inside her into their fold. She’d go back to school to finish her studies as soon as she gives birth. Until now, she couldn’t forget the ghost of the woman who saved her baby from being aborted.