By: Sharron Navera
If there are ghost ships and ghost cars, there are also ghosts communicating with us every single day.
A friend of mine was living in Pamplona, Las pinas City. I was on my way to visit his ailing mom. To get there, I had to take the Alabang-Zapote Road. At around three in the Afternoon, being a Sunday, only a few of people were communicating in the area. I was alone at the back of the jeep. I noticed a dent on the seat near the door. I knew then that someone was riding with me. Trying to ignore the dent on the seat, I looked at the road instead. At the corner of my eye, I saw her image. She was pregnant. She was in deep pain, holding the base of her huge stomach. I looked directly at her, she was a full -image apparition. Almost transparent but her emotions were very evident. The ghost was asking me to point her to the nearest hospital. I replied, almost whispering, “It’s about three miles away.”
Her blood was trickling to the floor. She was wearing a pink sleeveless dress with white ribbons on the chest. The ribbon were already soaked with sweat and tears. Her skin was fair but very pale. Her age was about 25-27 and about five-foot tall . She was slightly thin for her age. Her eyes had very deep dark circles.
I tried to ask her what happened. She gave me a vision. It was the 3rd of October, at eleven in the morning, she just got back from the market, preparing lunch for her two boys- a nine-year-old and toddler. On her 6th month of prenancy, her stomach was really very huge. As she walked to the kitchen, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her lower back. Trying to ignore the pain, she struggled to do her chore. Then another contraction occurred. She started to bleed. She called out to the neighbors, a couple came to her aid. Since there were no cellphones that time, they had no way of calling for an ambulance or even her husband. The male neigbor asked his wife to accompany her to the hospital; he would stay behind with the kids and wait for the husband to arrive. Her husband was a bank teller in an old rural bank. The woman neighbor and the pregnant woman hailed a jeep- the same jeep that I got on that afternoon. Unfortunately, the pregnant woman did not reach the hospital. She died at the back of the jeep. Well, that is the problem. Since she did not reach the hospital, she does not know how to get there. I asked her what she wanted me to do. She told me that she just wanted to reach her destination to see if her unborn child made it through. As we neared the hospital, her bleeding stopped. I saw some kind of relief on her face. The situation presented me with a huge problem. How could I stop the jeep in front of the hospital without me getting out? She noticed my worried face, and just tried to smile, as if begging me to just do it. The jeep slowed down at the hospital to pick up some passengers. I let the ghost alight first. I went in the hospital and asked for the delivery room. The guard pointed towards the end of the hall. We both entered the delivery room she said she would stay there until she was sure if her baby was okay. I promised to return the next day to see if her child lived. That Monday, I immediately went to the hospital at 12 noon, the estimated time that she was admitted. I looked for her in the delivery room. She was sitting on a bed with another recently dead woman. She waved at me. I asked her if she found the doctor that diagnosed her the day she was brought in. She said she would search the whole hospital for the doctor. I waited. A number of ghosts wanted my attention by then. I felt great fear that I may not have the time to attend to all of them. The woman returned and said that her doctor was in a room in the clinic area. She pointed a name on the door. I went in and pretended that I was a new patient. The lady doctor was very accommodating. She asked me who referred me to her. I was silent. The ghost realized that I was in trouble, she whispered, “Jennifer Cruz” (not the real name she whispered to me.) I have to protect her identity). I told the doctor that the mother of Jennifer referred me to her. The doctor looked up in surprise. She said that Jennifer Cruz was a patient who was pronounced DOA (dead on arrival). Her baby was barely alive. I asked for the gender of the baby. The doctor got up and asked her secretary to look for the records of Ms Andres. She read the files and told me that Jennifer died of a cardiac arrest. The baby was very heavy for her small frame. That’s what made her pregnancy hard. The patient did not have regular medical checkups since she thought there was no need for such. Her two previous pregnancies went without a hitch and that she gave birth at home with the help of a midwife.
After a while, the secretary handed a folder to the doctor. She said that the baby was alive and well by the time she was discharged. I said my thanks to the doctor. As I left the clinic, Jennifer’s face began to change. She became happier and more at peace. She thanked me and promised if I needed help, I just had to call her name. Finally she found her way. Then she disappeared.
I immediately left the hospital and vowed never to go back there.