I was the last remaining
passenger of the motorela that I rode tonight. On our way, we didn’t pass by any
church but all of a sudden, the driver held tight of the rosary hanged on the
rear view mirror. I began feeling uncomfortable because it isn’t usual for a
driver to do that in ordinary situations. But to ease my anxiety, I just let it
pass, and tried to convince myself that maybe the driver just thought of
something and he wanted to pray for it, whatever it was.
However, the driver did the same
thing again. And this time, he started murmuring words which I wasn’t so close
to hear. I was too scared that the first thing that came to my mind was to tell
him to drop me off at that moment; Yet
unfortunately, there wasn’t any motorela behind and I never had the courage to
be alone in the dark street.
I didn’t know who to be afraid
of, but this experience definitely freaked me out.
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