In the early 1990's Cebu City wasn't still a full city scale. I mean, not too much edifices, malls, etc., the roads weren't that wide as today, and mostly not well lighted (even some today, still). On the dawn of 90's, it is still like holding to the 80's.
Anyway, this story is one experience I had with my family. My father works on an insurance company then, that from time-to-time he'll use the company car, especially if their office has some events, as to drive the visitors and other co-workers. Not to mention at that time, there's not so plenty of cars running in the city.
One night, that was December, after their company Christmas party, my father drove some agent-visitors to hotels and some office mates to their homes, and brought the car home with us on board.
It was around 10PM then, and at that time it's already very late. Only few people and vehicles around, and the city is almost snoozing. We were passing V. Rama avenue then, when abruptly the car bumps like it hits something, and we heard a scream like a screech or cry. We panicked as we were thinking my father had hit someone, somebody or maybe something (of an animal). So we went out to check, but to our surprise no one is around, nothing, the street is plainly empty. Dark and silent. We further search around, but simply nothing. Then we notice that we're in front of the Calamba cemetery which scares us a lot. So we hurriedly went back inside and drove off.
We interrogated my father if somehow he was asleep while driving or maybe drunk, but he insisted he was fine, and driving clearly. We really felt that we hit something back there, and just wonders.
This cemetery is one of the oldest in the city, and has its own stories to tell.
Many years had passed and the city has changed so much, yet every time I passed by that cemetery, I still remembers what happened that night.
Thank you for reading.