True Love Story
A True Ghost Story
This is a personal account of a ghost story
that occurred more than ten years ago.
This "true experience" firmly supported
my theory that our departed loved ones can convey
messages through dreams.
Back in 1989, being a fresh Psychology graduate,
I landed a job in the personnel department in
one of the government offices in Quezon City.
A male co-worker, Jun, who was eleven years
older than me became one of my friends while
working there. Jun was kind, loving and romantic.
He was the sole breadwinner of his family. His
parents and relatives liked me a lot. As I was
single and unattached, he courted me in 1990.
I accepted his marriage proposal during the
latter part of that year.
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My parents did not approve of our relationship
and during the first quarter of 1991, my parents
made me quit my job. My dad was a military man
and he threatened Jun to stay away from me.
To make our long story short, I left my job
because of my family. I lost touch with Jun
as I kept myself busy with the family business.
Basically, I went on with my life and tried
to forget about him.
In the morning of June 2nd 1994, I received
a telegram from his aunt saying that Jun had
died the day before. Shocked, I crumpled the
short note and phoned his aunt for confirmation
in a hurry. She told me that after we parted,
Jun resigned from his job and drank heavily
everyday. He neglected his health as well as
his body. Pneumonia caused his sudden death.
"Even up till his remaining hours, all
he wanted was to see you. During his final moments
while suffering from delirium, he even told
us that he still loves you very much."
Jun's aunt said.
Sadly, my parents wouldn't allow me to go to
his wake. I mourned quietly inside my room.
It even came to a point where I tried to convince
myself that he wasn't dead.
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In January 1995 just before my birthday, Jun
visited me in a dream. I dreamed that I was
inside a hospital room. I was wearing a hospital
gown and I was sitting at the foot of my bed.
Jun suddenly appeared before me, clothed in
bright lights. We communicated mentally. I told
him it wasn't true that he was gone. He replied
that I must accept the fact that he was already
dead but it didn't mean that he was leaving
"I will always be beside you, guarding
you." he said.
I cried saying, "I'm sorry I didn't have
the guts to fight for our relationship."
He comforted me and soothed me by shrouding
me with his bright light. The bliss I felt was
interrupted by a voice calling his name.
"It's time for me to go." he told
"But what about me?" I asked, tears
in my eyes.
"I will always be here for you." he
"And I will be waiting for you there. Don't
ever forget that I love you very much."
After saying this, he vanished before my eyes.
I woke up crying. After that incident, I finally
began to accept his death. Whenever I'm depressed,
I feel his presence beside me. I know that somehow
somewhere out there, he's still waiting patiently
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