Every year our clan spends time with our departed at the cemetery from afternoon of October 31 to the morning of November 1. It has become a tradition of sorts. Most you might ask, “Why would psychics go to a cemetery, or worse, spend the whole night at one?” Well, we deal with the unknown all year long so what’s a night at a cemetery?
One of my cousins, Erwin, who has yet to master his skills, had an idea night back in 2001. He had made an Ouija Board and asked us if we could like to try it in a far corner of the cemetery. “Huwag kayong mag-alala. Hindi alam nina tita,” he said in a reassuring voice.
”Alam mo ba kung anong araw ngayon? Eh kung masapian ka? Monopoly na lang,” I told him and looked around to see if anyone else is listening.
He got mad and whispered, “Kung ayaw mo eh di huwag.” He and two of our cousins went to the darker part of the cemetery.
Concerned, I asked my mon if she knew where they were headed. “Bibili lang yata ng makakain,” she told me.
I began to fear for my cousins, because if anything were to happen, nobody would know until it was too late. I took a rosary and wrapped it around my left hand. Holding a bible in my right, I followed them from a safe distance.
I saw them throw away the Ouija Board. This partially shocked me, prompting me to hide behind a tree to see what they were really up to.
It was three minutes past midnight when my cousins performed an incantation. When I closed my eyes and opened them again, I saw a crowd of entities appear one by one and encircle my cousins. I felt my heart jump and cold sweat run down my face. I did not know what to do. Beatrice, one of my cousins, screamed. Erwin was already flat on the ground.
With my eyes closed, I ran towards them. Bad idea. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the entities in my mind and they were turning to look at me. I felt myself being choked and I could barely keep myself aware of the surroundings. I was slapped, kicked and even punched by the entities. They were not hitting me physically, yet it hurt real bad.
I got to my cousins and I asked what incantation they did. Beatrice could barely control her crying as Noel, our other cousin, answered my query. “Mag-dasal tayo,” I told them. I checked Erwin, who was unconscious. As we prayed the Our Father, the entities around us giggled while the others mocked us repeating what we were praying. Chills ran down my spine while Erwin began to cry and blood ran down his cheeks. We continued to pray and the entities continued to mock us. This was hopeless, I said to myself.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, someone hugged me from behind. I was about the shout out when I saw the arms around me - they were slender and their caress made me feel at ease, something I sorely needed at that moment. Big white wings covered me and I turned to look who it was. I was one of my guardians, smiling and winking at me. I felt her face next to my ear and she told me to say, “Dominus. Dominus. Be Gone.” I uttered those words and then it was over.
Erwin woke up and asked what had happened. If it was not a travesty I would have slapped him with the Bible over and over.
”Sira ulo ka! Mintik ka na nu’n!” I scolded him. Asw we made our way back, I continued my sermon. I hope my cousins learned their lessons.
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