@z_graeden 28 August 2020 more from that month

Throw It Off the Cliff

Back in the 80s when I was still in my prime years, one of the most important people in those days were drivers- I was one. As I and my companions were traversing through Balangabang along Mountain Trail or the famous Halsema Highway, we were forced to stop when the car suddenly caused malfunctions. At that time, I was also learning how to be a mechanic so we stopped and we tried to fix the car. Unfortunately, the dysfunction in the car was irremediable. I forgot to tell, we were actually at the highway on an unfortunate night. It couldn’t be helped; we have to doze off inside the car and soon, decided to stay there for the rest of the night. At first, being the brave Igorot babaros that we were, it felt just like any other travel night wherein we have to spend the night on the rocky, unpolished road. It turned out that night was totally different. Being the driver, I had to stay half-awake as my companions rested at the comfort of our little wagon. "Weg weg weg weg." The sound of the shaking car.. Like a chilly, spring water splashed unto my face, I was awakened by the noise- weg weg weg weg(shake shake shake) , I knew that someone is moving the car up and down treating it like a piece of a toy car... playing with it. I gazed at the rear view mirror, I saw four men- weirdly clothed, rocking the car at the back. The rocking got wilder and the thumping were heavier. One of them said, “Let's throw it at the cliff,” in their dialect. He was suggesting that they wreck the car down the steep side of the highway. I knew they were not ordinary entities and I knew because I can see them. "O my gooodness.They're going to throw us off!," my heartbeat is jumping like I ran from Baguio to Halsema, back and forth. I felt like there's a bomb of fear ticking on the inside. Weg weg weg weg. The wrecking got louder and louder but my companions were still unmoved and unawake. I thought to myself, I won't die like this... nor the other young men. Again... Two men from behind were approaching and one said, “Hey, stop it!” He was figuratively telling them to stop. The wrecking continued and the car’s tires were already moving- a few more distance and we will surely plunge into the steep, rocky, and dark cliff. “*Kalso*!”I shouted with all my fears combined.*Kalso* is the term for a block of wood or rock to be place on the front wheel of an unintentionally moving car to stop it from advancing. My heart will explode any minute... I feel like peeing in my pants any moment due to too much fear. My friend suddenly awakened and jumped off the car window and got a rock for *kalso*. It happened for only a split of a second. P.S. This is only one of many ghost experiences in the Halsema Highway and this was EXPERIENCED BY MY FATHER when he was still young. I just took the responsibility to put all of these into words. Written by: ***Putot di mekaniko*** ctto this was a story i read..and it was a true one.. it was narrated by the son or daughter of a car engine mechanic who in the story experienced this unnatural happening on the unpaved roads of the Halsema long time ago..again this is not mine.. ***have you any experience about ghost? share it on comment box, am gonna tip/upvote if I come to like it..*** simpleledger:qpx5yemt8zmsxyrrttqkxq2p3kum4c7mjslzn0p2xn