Short Ghost Stories
Dreams
This is a personal account of a ghost
story that occurred more than ten years ago.
This "true experience" firmly supported
my theory that our departed loved ones can convey
messages through dreams.
Back in 1989, being a fresh Psychology graduate,
I landed a job in the personnel department in one
of the government offices in Quezon City. A male co-worker,
Jun, who was eleven years older than me became one
of my friends while working there. Jun was kind, loving
and romantic. He was the sole breadwinner of his family.
His parents and relatives liked me a lot. As I was
single and unattached, he courted me in 1990. I accepted
his marriage proposal during the latter part of that
year.
My parents did not approve of our relationship and
during the first quarter of 1991, my parents made
me quit my job. My dad was a military man and he threatened
Jun to stay away from me. To make our long story short,
I left my job because of my family. I lost touch with
Jun as I kept myself busy with the family business.
Basically, I went on with my life and tried to forget
about him.
In the morning of June 2nd 1994, I received a telegram
from his aunt saying that Jun had died the day before.
Shocked, I crumpled the short note and phoned his
aunt for confirmation in a hurry. She told me that
after we parted, Jun resigned from his job and drank
heavily everyday. He neglected his health as well
as his body. Pneumonia caused his sudden death.
"Even up till his remaining hours, all he wanted
was to see you. During his final moments while suffering
from delirium, he even told us that he still loves
you very much." Jun's aunt said.
Sadly, my parents wouldn't allow me to go to his
wake. I mourned quietly inside my room. It even came
to a point where I tried to convince myself that he
wasn't dead.
In January 1995 just before my birthday, Jun visited
me in a dream. I dreamed that I was inside a hospital
room. I was wearing a hospital gown and I was sitting
at the foot of my bed. Jun suddenly appeared before
me, clothed in bright lights. We communicated mentally.
I told him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied
that I must accept the fact that he was already dead
but it didn't mean that he was leaving me.
"I will always be beside you, guarding you."
he said.
I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have the
guts to fight for our relationship."
He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding me with
his bright light. The bliss I felt was interrupted
by a voice calling his name.
"It's time for me to go." he told me.
"But what about me?" I asked, tears in my
eyes.
"I will always be here for you." he replied.
"And I will be waiting for you there. Don't ever
forget that I love you very much."
After saying this, he vanished before my eyes. I
woke up crying. After that incident, I finally began
to accept his death. Whenever I'm depressed, I feel
his presence beside me. I know that somehow somewhere
out there, he's still waiting patiently for me.
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