Night at the U.P. Street

The road was turbid and there I was walking down the road alone in nearly eight o'clock in the evening. “ I have a lot rigmarole to wallop tonight” I cracked a joke inside me to brighten up my atmosphere. I listened to the planks of the rain as it hits the ground as if listening to a tintinabulation of music. Quidnanc says there are a lot of skulduggeny took place here. I don't mind it anyway, I feel safe here since the guardhouse is nearby. I took a deep breath as I slowly move from one place to another. Just when the rain slowly fading I saw a woman walking towards me. I did not mind her and I lean to the other side.

One hour earlier I was inside the Royal Cafe, eating with my co-dormers. Enjoying their accompany after the NSTP concert event. Hunger must've struck us badly for we ate a lot that near evening. We shared jokes and funny moments together not minding the people around us. I don't want to be called a mugwump again or a killjoy but I have to go ahead. I kept glancing at the clock checking from time to time what time is it.

Minutes passed by and I was still on my sit. I'm eating a mango float, feeling like I've been abducted again by the sillabub's temptation. It's time to scrimp I finally decided. I went out from the carenderia and tried to make my self to be productive. I bid good bye to them not knowing what will happened next.

A moment after that I was alone walking in a muddy road. I was thinking about a lot of things and I don't really know how will I ever manage my time. While I was in deep thought about myself and about music that correlates my plates in visual perception I saw an old lady. I was trying to avoid her gaze so I leaned on the other side of the road. Though I can sense something bad from her I still feel pity on her. To my surprised something scrape me on my back part. It was not painful but one thing is forsure it was foeceful. I looked back and then I saw the old lady.

She was frowning at me. “ whats wrong?” she asked me with her crassilingual voice. She was somehow mad at me. I did not know why. I draw near to her slowly ready to apologize to her if I bothered her. Just when I was near to her, I saw her holding a fork. Now I know that she was the one who scrape my back. She was glaring at me. That scary eyes is still hunting me in my dreams. There was one thing that crossed into my mind that night. According to urban legends when someone pats you or touch you, you do the same to the person who did it to you. Rumors says that if you wont, a moment later you will be suffering from being poisoned. I don't really believe in those but it's time to take a risk, I am not afraid of dying but I still have to have the proper death though.

With brave heart I draw closer to her now and she was twaddling. I did not know what to do . “Please nang, ayaw pag-ingun-ana, wala biya ko nang hilabot” I mumbled at her with a low voice. Another thing came across to my mind again that moment. I was thinking of what if she was a monster or a vampire and she's gonna' eat me tonight. My imagination was moving so fast. I did imagine my self a moment after that to be lying on the road dead. It was a state of pandemonium. The lady turned out to be a termagent woman. She was mumbling that I better stay away. She has this accusation that I am a robber. She turned out to be a wild one.

“Hawa diri, kawatan ka!hawa” she shouted at me as she was gnashing her teeth. Holding her fork she tried to smite me using those. I walk away from her as fast as I could. She ran after me and I feel like my whole world is falling at that time. That zany lady is really running after me. I did not know what I did but it was really a wrong move to have a pity on random people. I ran as fast as I could until I reached the guardhouse.

The guard was not there I was really mad at the guard at that moment. How could he be not around when I needed him. With no hisitation I ran to the dorm with tearful eyes. I did not say anything nor say aomething about what I experienced. I went to my bed dropped my self without even changing my clothes and cried the whole night. What happened to the old lady? I don't know. I did not look back. It was really to late for me to be informed that she was insane.