From Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann
Here is my ghost story that I
promised to send you. There have been many instances of seeing a ghost but this
one stands out.
The year was most likely 1993
although now I can't say for sure. It was the month of August when my son Juno was off
school for the summer. He and I would spend a whole month in Manila
and stay with my good friend Liza (also from Zurich) whose son Mark was Juno's
age and a good friend, too. Liza had a house in Pacdal, Baguio, and when we were in town, we
would drive up there and stay a few days.
We would usually leave Manila
early so that it would still be light arriving in Baguio, but for some reason
this time we left later and arrived in the evening.
Tired from our drive up, the two
boys sat in front of the television in the sala (living room), and I sat on the couch behind
them to rest. Liza's house had
four bedrooms downstairs -- three were off of the hallway with one room at each
end, one midway, and one of them (at one end of the hall) was called the
pink room because everything in it was pink.
So there I was, watching TV with
the boys, when out of the corner of my left eye, I saw a silhouette slowly
floating from one end of the hallway heading into the pink room. At first
I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, tired from the drive up and all. But
I turned my head to the left and looked at it squarely: it was the silhouette
of an older lady, fine profile, hair up in a bun, square shoulders, wearing a
baro't saya, floating slowly towards the pink room and finally disappearing as
she passed the door.
What a eerie moment! I didn't
move or say anything because I didn't really want to scare the boys who were oblivious
to what I had just seen, so I sat there for a few more minutes and later went to
my room to settle in.
The following morning, at the
breakfast table, my friend Liza said, "I wonder why the "Pink Lady" hasn't shown herself to me yet?"
I asked Liza what the "Pink Lady"
looked like, “just curious,” I said. She proceeded to describe her to
me. I told Liza, "I saw her last night. She floated into the
pink room. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to scare the
boys."
My brother Carlos was visiting us
that same day, and Liza assigned him the pink room. We decided not to
tell him anything and see if he would "feel" her at some point.
When Carlos arrived later that day, he slept in the pink room. The next morning we asked him if he had
felt anything that night. He said he didn't.
I guess the Pink Lady didn't want
everybody to catch a glimpse of her. I thought she was a beautiful woman,
tall and statuesque. I would have wanted to know who she was, when she
lived in the house and what happened to her, but there was no one to ask.
It remains a mystery.
I hope you enjoyed reading my
little encounter with a beautiful ghost!
Best,
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann
Bio:
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann lives a quiet life in Redondo Beach, California, one
of the small cities that makes up the "South Bay", a
few miles South of Los Angeles airport. In her younger days she lived in
Zurich, Switzerland and left there in 1997 to move back to America. She has
lived here with her husband Gene, ever since. A reluctant empath, she
loves to read about people's experiences with ghosts and is happy to share one
with you.
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