This happened to me last year. We were on a road somewhere in Leyte (I'm with my
friends Iries, Kevin, and the driver). It was already dark and there were many trees
around. We were playing music; and the song we were singing was "Goodbye to You,"
by Michelle Branch. Suddenly, Iries' cell phone rang and he said that there was no one
on the phone. I said, "What's the number?" "09167713666," he said..."Do you know
the number?" None of us knew the number. Then, the driver shouted, "Ahhhhhhhh!!!"
The car bumped a tree, but we were still alive. When we asked the driver, "why did this
happen?" He answered, "Someone was beside me wearing a black robe!" After that
we continued our trip, not minding what had happened. But then, our car hit another big
tree, and the driver was dead - and I injured my left arm. In the hospital, Kevin called
our other friends. When they came, my friends told us what happened to them, when we
were on the trip. My friend, "Lime," told us that my favorite stuffed toy that I gave her
was tattered and torn by a black cat. "Laine" told us that my organ in our apartment
played (but no one was playing it). "Lester" said that I called him but was not talking.
When we recall the story, we noticed the cellphone number that called Iries, had
numbers 13 and 666 (often said to be satan's numbers). And, the man wearing a black
robe was "Kamatayan," and the stories that happened to my friends were connected to
me. Then, we realized that I'm very lucky to still be alive after what happened.