On the islands of the Philippines, in the province of Bataan, there is the story of the ‘White Lady.’ The story goes like this:
On the main road of Subic Bay, from the main base to the navy hospital, the main road is very long – about ten miles – and very dark. The road is extremely straight as it goes through the very dense jungle. As people drive along this road back and forth between the main base and the hospital, there have been reports of a White Lady that appears on the road. The White Lady appears looking for her child who was killed along with her in a tragic accident. Everyone on the base knows of the story, but most just dismiss it as a tall tale, although all of the Filipinos know of the story and do not discount it so easily. There is an actual police report from the early 1960’s that supposedly details the exact car accident that caused the White Lady to start appearing. Plenty of people driving along the road have reported seeing her, and there have been single-car accidents caused by drivers swerving to avoid hitting her on the road.
One night while on duty, my buddy and I were on duty, driving along that road going toward the hospital. About halfway to there, the White Lady appeared right in front our jeep. I slammed on the brakes and came to a stop about two feet from her. We sat there for a few seconds in shock, and my buddy for some reason shouted, “What are you doing? What do you want?”
I kid you not, this apparition or whatever it was called out in this strange and creepy voice, “I need my baby.”
My buddy said to it, “We don’t have your baby and we haven’t seen it.” Then she just dissolved into the air like a vapor.
Of course we were scared out of our minds…. I stepped on the gas and we went to the hospital just as fast as the jeep would go. When we got there for our night inspection we discussed telling someone, but we thought the better of it as our superiors wouldn’t believe us, or else accuse us of drinking on duty, so we kept our mouths shut. However, I did share the experience with some of my close American and Filipino friends and they completely believed my story… especially those who had driven the road themselves and had seen her.
I am now almost 62 years old, and for the last 40 years I have never forgotten the experience. I am completely convinced that I saw what I saw, and heard what I heard that night… and no one can tell me otherwise.