Last Wednesday morning, my friend, Chito, was in a hurry on his way to work. Driving along the traffic-jammed Ortigas Avenue Extension during the morning rush hour certainly didn’t help in his quest to break his consecutive tardy clock-ins at work for the past few days. But he was still hoping for some sort of a miracle. Maybe the traffic gods could be a bit kinder to him that day and let him zoom his way to his office in Shaw Boulevard.
But that day was not his lucky day. Traffic crawled at a snail’s pace. He was mindlessly driving by the inner lanes of the bridge along Ortigas. And he could clearly see that traffic was also building up even on the opposite lanes. This section is usually the choking point for motorists due to the bottleneck structure of the roads.
He saw a familiar vehicle coming from the adjacent opposite lane. It was Charlie’s FX. Charlie is a friend and a neighbor. He drives the FX for a living and it is not unusual that they cross each other’s path during the morning commute.
Chito honked his horn as his car neared Charlie’s FX. Charlie immediately recognized Chito’s car and beeped a greeting to him while waving his hand. Chito smiled and waved back.
“Oh crap! It’s already 9AM and I’m still here,” Chito realized.
The rest of the morning drive was as uneventful as the rest of the working day. That was until he got home later that evening and got greeted by some surprising news.
Another friend broke the news to him that Charlie died earlier that day. Jogging at the parking lot of a local mall early that morning, he suffered a stroke. He died on the spot.
“But I even saw him driving his FX early this morning,” Chito told his friend.
“Are you sure it was him?” his friend verified.
“Yup, he even honked at me and waved his hand. That was around 9AM,” Chito recounted.
“That can’t be. First of all, Charlie didn't go on any trip today since his FX is banned from the roads, being a Wednesday. You know, that coding scheme. And secondly, Charlie jogged at around 7AM and he was pronounced dead-on-arrival at the nearby hospital at around 8AM,” his friend explained.
Chito creepily realized his day wasn’t as uneventful as he initially thought.
Happy Halloween everyone!
2 comments:
is this for real?? reminded me of something way back which gave me a chill down my spine. Yup! my own creepy experience. Geez!
Although this is a third-person account of the creepy story, I have no reason to suspect that my friend, Chito, just made it up.
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