Who of you here enjoys a good ride on their bike? I'm one of those individuals. I usually hop on my bike during dawn or dusk (the air feels cool during those times) and pedal my way to my favorite loop.
You will pass through a dam when you ride this loop. The loop is around 3-4km and it consists a series of uphill and downhill with twists and sharp turns.
While riding my bike one time, I didn't go to my usual path. Instead I went the other way, knowing it would still lead back to where I started.
As I was pedaling my way around the bend, it was around 5pm already and I'm losing daylight. I was determined to finish on time so I pedaled hard during the uphill and prepared myself for the sharp turn.
The sharp turn is a tricky part of the trail where, if you lose speed, you can easily get unbalanced and crash. When successful, you cruise below the tall trees of Mahogany facing an almost 2km straight uphill.
Now, as I was about to put all my might to conquer the sharp turn, my eyes caught something ahead. Then there it was, a man dressed in white barong and black slacks. He was far ahead but I can see clearly how he's dressed. Apart from his clothes, he is not wearing any shoes or slippers and his slacks are folded up to his knees.
He was just there, staring at the distance, not moving a muscle as I slowly approaching him from behind. When I was about to pass him, I bowed my head down as if to put all my might to pedaling. I was curious as to who the man might be.
I looked over my shoulder immediately when I believed I passed him, when suddenly he was gone. I stopped, breathing heavily, puzzled as to where the man went. He couldn't possibly hide or run that fast for me to lost sight of him. I was quite spooked.
I gathered myself and just decided to continue, worried of losing the daylight. I aligned my pedals to strike a powerful stride. After some time, gaining speed again, I looked on my back, he was not there. Continued pedaling until I saw the same back all over again, it's the same old man with same clothes.
I was terrified when I saw him again, ahead of me. I didn't know how to react to the situation. I was hesitant to continue and pass the man again and experience the same scenario. Hesitating, I stopped and just stare at him at a safe distance. After some time, his ankles have become less visible until it reached his knees and his torso until he was just more like a haze.
Terrified, I pedaled so hard on the downhill risking the crash. I would risk anything rather than continuing after what I have seen. FYI, I didn't crash. And I got home safely.
I got home, breathing heavily and drenched in sweat. I consulted my family as to what my experience could mean and why can't I saw the man's face when I passed him.
They informed me it was a form of paranormal activity wherein a soul of a man who recently died, finds its way to the place where he lived. This phenomenon happens during the believed "40 Days", wherein the soul is trapped in the present world and cannot proceed to its destination without the offered prayers from his/her loved ones.
I asked around my neighborhood if someone have been deceased recently around that area. They confirmed that an old man was robbed and murdered in his hut by a newly released ex-convict a few weeks ago.
I guess the soul of that man was still wandering and seeking justice for his doomed fate. I just hope that whenever I got around that trail again, I would not see him again. Praying he got the justice he deserved.