II'm an American of Filipino descent, Fil-Am if you will, and in 1995 I was in medical school in Quezon City, Philippines, Having grown up in California and being around other Filipinos, going to the Philippines for school was not a big shock to me. I quickly acclimated, bought a car and was exploring the country in my free time. I got into a relationship with a girl that hailed from San Fernando, Pampanga. She also studied in the Metro Manila area and on occasional weekends she'd tell me she's going home. No need to drive her, she'd take a bus.
One Friday night, after a long week of school, me and this girl are out on the town. We get a call from her parents about a family emergency and she needs to get home immediately. We quickly spring into action and I decide to drive her myself. It's about an hour and a half drive from the Metro Manila, doing quick calculations I estimated I would be back home well after 1 am. We got to her home about midnight and after small talk with her father, my girlfriend and her father kind of suggested I make my way home. No big deal, it was getting late and I've never driven this area before.
As I was driving about 60-70 MPH south on the Northern Luzon Expressway, maybe 20 minutes into the drive, with me as the only headlights on the road and me getting a little on edge with HEIGHTENED senses, I see a pair of legs RUN from the right to left directly in front my car. I swerve, skid and hit the legs hard. I mean BANG! I immediately pulled over. My heart is racing, I'm shaking and I'm gripping the steering wheel. WHAT DO I DO? I just killed a guy! After what seemed an eternity, I decided I better go check on the guy. I open my door and I step out. The second I step out, I get this strange feeling... Like I didn't belong here and danger was imminent. Immediately, I said to myself, "get back in the car and get out of here" I get back in my car and I'm shaking like a leaf. On my drive I'm too scared to look at the passenger seat or my rear view mirror for fear of seeing something or someone hitching a ride in my car.
On my drive, I'm trying to process what happened. I know for a fact I saw skinny legs, red shorts and flip-flops. I know I heard a bang, I know I skidded a short distance. I couldn't tell you what the guy's torso was wearing because I don't remember seeing one. One can easily contribute that to the edge of the lighted zone in the headlights, but I saw these legs get hit and fly off to the left. Also, why would someone choose to cross the road at this time of night and at the exact second I'm there. He could have easily waited for me to pass then cross the road safely.
Easily, a week goes by and I'm still in a fog about what happened. There was nothing in the newspapers about anyone dying in a hit and run on the Expressway. Cell phones and internet were still in its infancy so my research that way was uneventful. Even trying to research today if there is ghost on this road has proved uneventful.
Telling friends of this encounter has received both scepticism and acceptance; one of my friends had a great point. If I did hit someone with my car at that rate of speed, there would be some kind of damage to my car. My car was damage free.
If anyone knows anything about this NLEX ghost, please comment. It's been racking my brains for almost 20 years now!