Good riddance, I have not seen one. A real frightening one. But in my wildest dreams they seem to chase me no end as if they are real. They want my heart out for them to feast on. And I would cry for help but nobody seems to help.
How much I would like to wake up and free myself from those nightmares. But the more I do the more they run after me until I would be breathless in chasing me no end. I would grope for my crucifix but can’t find anything like it. Then I’d cross my fingers hoping it would do the trick. Tales have it that garlic can help but can’t find a single clove of it.
One late night while travelling with friends from far way, I can’t believe what my big brown eyes have seen. A white lady holding a candle was coming our way. I shouted at the driver while everybody at the back seat cowered for safety, frightened like a child believing they can hide.
So how many stories have been told of white ladies? Who often show in cemeteries, roads and homes? But I also have stories to tell that ghosts visit my dreams and encountered a white lady though she looked like a hoax.
The ghosts we see in dreams are products of folklores and tales of the olds. If you believe in God no ghost really exists.
Such faith would save us from fear!
