1 - The first and hopefully the last

"Describe a time when you really felt fear."

It was summer, 13th of May 2008, morning. My dad came home from the gym after playing badminton. Not much happened in the morning. It was in the evening where the weird things happened.

Come night time, my dad came looking for the badminton racket he used in the morning. He asked me to help him find it. We looked everywhere for his racket. The bedroom, the kitchen, outside. We even looked inside the bathroom. I don't know what came into my dad's mind that made him look inside the bathroom. But we still insisted on looking for it there. Anyway, we've lost hope looking for it in the house. He then asked me and my cousins, who fortunately went to our house for the vacation, if we want to come with him to the gym to check if his racket is still there.

Here's comes the scary bit. So me, my dad, my cousins, and our grandma, who also came to our house for vacation, went to the gym. My dad parked outside the gym where it was very dark. It was very dark because only one lamp was lit and that lamp was the one beside the car. He went inside the gym alone. The gym was closed though. I don't know how he managed to get in. Anyway, while we we're outside the car, I saw someone standing from afar. He looked like he was wearing a barong which was very unusual for someone to be wearing at night, and at the gym. So I looked at my cousin whose name is Enar and told him what I saw. He looked at the same place I looked and he said that there was no one there. I looked again, but the person was still there. I then asked my other cousin whose name is Paul if he also saw the person I saw. He looked, and yet again, he said the same thing Enar said to me. This time I was shaking so hard. I looked again, he was still there! But this time he was swaying a bit. I asked my grandma the same thing I asked my cousins. Guess what, she didn't see anyone. Not one single person. I looked at the place where the person was, lo and behold, he was gone.

By this time I was crying already due to the fact that I think I just saw a real ghost. I was shivering so bad I had a hard time explaining what had happened to my cousins and my grandma. So my dad came back with his racket (I still don't know how he manage to get it). He saw me wiping my tears off of my eye. He asked me what had happened. I didn't want anyone to know why I was crying so I told him that he was taking so long and I missed him. I don't know why I told him that though. Probably because they might get hurt or something if I told them.

That, my dear readers, is my first and hopefully last encounter of a ghost. I don't know why that happened. I don't why it happened to me. But I do hope that it doesn't happen again.