The bita tree, seen in the photo below, is less than five minutes from our home in Jordan in the Philippines. The tree is right off a main road we travel to get to the nearby “Crossing”. I have passed by this tree dozens of times since my arrival in the Philippines with my wife Melinda. It is completely surrounded by jungle, however, being a fairly large-sized tree with its close proximity to the road it is one that would be noticed by passerbys under normal conditions. But the tree has had a visitor again, one that made an appearance last year with deadly consequences.
The following account is a true story and told by a eyewitness to the events. I have no reason to doubt this account, and believe it to come from a reliable source. Whatever judgment you may make of
the following events, of course, is up to you. I just attempt to relate my daily life in the Philippines and try to give you an unvarnished view. Sometimes humorous things happen here. Sometimes not.
My mother-in-law came home the other morning from a little shopping trip to “The Crossing” near our home, and she related some frightening news from her relative Betty’s daughter, Evelyn. The following account came from Evelyn’s boyfriend, Henry. Henry was heading home late this past Sunday evening around one am after visiting his girlfriend Evelyn. As Henry was going down the main road to “The Crossing” he saw underneath the very bita tree shown above, a beautiful woman dressed in white. Her figure glowed in the black night, and Henry could see right through her! He nearly lost control of his motorcycle, horribly frightened by what he had just seen, and nearly skidded off the road. He managed to stop his bike without any harm to himself or his bike, and was only about twenty feet or so from the apparition. Stunned, he looked towards the tree, and saw the lovely ghost beckoning to him. He could not believe his eyes! Terrified, he started his motorcycle back up and tore down the road back home, racing as fast as he could away from the shimmering lady in white. As he tore down the road, he could see the glowing wraith in his cycle mirror, and sped away as fast he could.
Yes, the multo, the Filipino ghost, has come back to haunt our little town of San Miguel, and the last time this beautiful demon appeared it cost a young man their live; a young Filipino named Rennie. All the Filipinas around liked Rennie, called him “guwapo” (handsome); he fit the classic tall, dark, and handsome profile and had an engaging personality. My wife Melinda knew Rennie and heard of his untimely death last year near the same haunted bita tree while we still lived back in the States from my wife’s relatives
But two weeks before Rennie’s death, young couple had lost their lives by the bita tree of death. There is no curve by the road, it is a good section of road to travel, no potholes or other nearby hazards. But one late evening a young Filipino man, (I will just call him Renaldo) and his girlfriend, Maria, were traveling down the road to the crossing and approaching the bita tree. It was not raining that night, no bad weather at all, so the reason for the accident was never determined by the local authorities. Drugs and alcohol were ruled out. It was a tragic death of two young Filipinos that were soon to be married. High school sweethearts, and barely out of their teens, were these two lovers. Maria was know all around as maganda (beautiful), and Renaldo known for being a hard worker and quite the comedian. Renaldo had an OFW (Overseas Filipino Worker) job lined up in Saudi Arabia, and would have to leave poor Maria behind soon after their wedding. But that is quite common in the Philippines, as one has to make great sacrifices for their family in order to provide for them.
Two weeks later, the handsome Rennie is traveling the same road late in the evening, near the same dreaded bita tree, and suddenly loses control of his motorcycle. Again, no bad weather. A good section of road. A tricycle driver that was near the scene rushed to Rennie as he laid sprawled and bloody on the tall grass underneath the bita tree. The driver felt his pulse. It was weak. No 911 here to call, and by the time the ambulance did arrive, Rennie had already passed away to another world. The police at the scene questioned the tricycle driver and asked if he had seen anything. Yes, he replied. As he was approaching the bita tree the tricycle driver told the police he could see the glowing figure of a beautiful woman dressed all in white. Did I tell you, or have you already guessed, that Maria, who had just tragically died there, wore white all the time?
So was it Maria, in ghostly form returning to the scene of her beloved Renaldo’s death, and the scene of her own demise? It has been almost a year to the day that Henry saw the beautiful woman dressed in white by the cursed bita tree. I do not know the answer to that, but I will let you know next time I pass that bita tree on a late evening. Again, I just relate the stories here. I am just an observer. A stranger in a strange land.
(And what of the young witch that according to the Iloilo City radio stations, lives in our own San Miguel here in Guimaras, and is in the second year of high school; the one that is looking for a beautiful baby’s liver to devour. I do not know of any updates for now, except my nieces that attend high school here have been told by their school authorities the witch is not in their school. However, there is a private school here. But then again, did you always believe what your school officials told you? Happy Halloween! from “The Rooster Crows at 4am!”)