This weird and eerie experience happened two years ago when I was facilitating a retreat (Days with the Lord) at Don Bosco Technical College Mandaluyong. The session that night almost finished before midnight; my co-facilitators and I were heading off to our sleeping quarters when one of them said that he was going to introduce someone. We asked, "Who?" He said, "Meet"Puti," but I couldn't see anyone! He then asked me to raise my arms just in front of where I was, and it suddenly felt freezing cold. I immediately ran to the sleeping quarters and left them. The following day, I learned that they were able to talk to "Puti," a young and playful kid who was shot during the war. He continues to haunt the old Do a Cecilia corridors and manifests himself through a white silhouette as described by the security guard who would often see him play at night.