Miss White Encounters

the back stories

We consulted a traveling shaman regarding minor sickness and insomnia. It was unexpected that he would see what was behind our land, especially in that mango tree. Miss White's first home is the tamarind tree behind, but my grandparents had it cut down.

" Did you have a tamarind tree that was cut down but there was still a body left?"

asked the shaman. And yes, we didn't touch the roots. He said it was her original home. I never expected that it was her first home. I remember swimming in a mini pool and someone whistled at me. I just thought it was the neighbor. It is a friendly tree, indeed, because we used to swing in its long branches. It is me and my childhood friend. I wonder where she is now.

As far as I remember, the neighbor requested to cut down the tree because the branches would crash into their roof every time, especially if it is a windy day. And my good grandparents, without a second thought, had it cut down immediately.

Before the lady took revenge on them, I heard that our neighbor's teenage daughter had seen a white thing in our yard one night.

Then, since the tree is gone, Miss white's haunting began. They consulted a different shaman. The head of the family had let several gunshots loose inside the house as directed by the shaman. Rumors have said that the windows violently opened upon releasing gunshots. It was as if someone was surprised by the sudden noise.

It is clear, they don't like noise.

Back then I rarely saw her though, but I have heard a crying woman every night since when I moved into my own room because I was already a teenager at that time. At first, I was scared, but as it went on, it became normal.

In my teenage years, she tried to appear behind me in the mirror. She was rising slowly but I managed to cut it. She also visits me once every while in my dream. It's like I was behind a story. I saw a woman being buried alive. She was always asking for health.

At our religious retreat, our recollection master said that if they show themselves they want something or they need prayers. Since then, I have learned to pray for lost souls.

I thought she was a childhood tale for me, but our neighbors had already seen her. She appeared as a beautiful woman and yes she was. At the southern back of our house, there's a way that leads to the nearby village or barrio. Jix often drives his way here because their home is situated in the middle, middle of nowhere. Then, as his mother said, he often saw a woman crossing. he even talked to her, asking her where she was going.

The girl who appeared out of nowhere just replied; "I'm going there" with a voice as light as a feather.