White Lady of Balete Drive

You may be familiar with her or have encountered her firsthand. The white lady has been documented worldwide. Although her narrative differs depending on the location, tragedy remains a recurring theme. In this blog post, we will share the Filipino adaptation of the white lady's story. Now, let's delve into the tale.

Mark just had the worst imaginable trip ever.. His dream honeymoon turned into a tragic event, leaving him a widower in a foreign country. Accidents happen sometimes. Although his in-laws offered him a place to stay in Quezon City, Mark's only desire was to return home to Los Angeles. He drove rapidly down the narrow roads in his rental car, replaying the events over and over in his mind. Could he have done something differently? Why did it have to be her? His thoughts were interrupted when his car hit something on the road, causing it to swerve. Mark stopped to investigate and found that the back driver's side tire was flat, as expected. Fortunately, he had experience with this situation and was able to easily change the tire for the spare. As he closed the trunk, he noticed someone inside the car. "Um, Hello. Can I assist you? Do you need something?" He approached the door cautiously. However, when he looked back at the back seat, it was empty. It must have been a mere shadow, he thought to himself. Exhausted and feeling unwell, he quickly returned to the car and drove away. The seat belt warning flashed, and Mark fastened his seat belt, but the signal continued to ring. His eyes met the rear-view mirror, where a woman was staring back at him. Startled, Mark slammed on the brakes. However, when he looked again, his fear subsided. He recognized this woman. He would recognize that dress anywhere. It was his wife, Annie. "Hi Langga. I've missed you." "I.. I don't understand. How are you here?" He began slapping his face, but Annie placed her hand on his shoulder. Her touch felt warm, a feeling he longed for. "I wasn't joking when I told you how magical my homeland was." The couple giggled and embraced. Mark was enveloped by the familiar scent of lavender. The radio turned on, playing their favorite song. Even if it was just a hallucination, Mark didn't mind. He was the happiest he had been since the accident. "We were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together. I don't know how to live without you here. What if I told you there was a way for us to be together again?" "Yes, dear. Absolutely anything." "I'll guide you." "Are we going to one of those healers you've mentioned before? Is resurrection really possible?" Mark smiled and nodded. They sped down the long, dark road as Mark's mind raced. He felt a mix of happiness, confusion, worry, and excitement at the prospect of reuniting with his wife. Annie pressed her hand on Mark's knee, urging him to accelerate to 80, then 90, and now over 100 miles per hour.

Mark felt a growing unease, attempting to move Annie's hand but to no avail. She assured him it would be a quick and painless experience, followed by their reunion. Mark comprehended his wife's wishes, yet his instincts for self-preservation clashed with his grief-stricken state of mind. Nevertheless, under the influence of the soothing lavender scent and melodic music, Mark yearned for this moment to endure indefinitely. When he turned to kiss Annie, he realized the gravity of his mistake. If only Annie had forewarned him about the tales she had heard during her childhood, he would have been aware of the truth. One should never place trust in a white-clad woman on Balete Drive. Due to their immense size, Balete trees are believed to harbor spirits and supernatural beings. The name of Balete Drive in the Philippines stems from the trees that once lined its path. Legend has it that if one encounters a woman dressed in white while driving along this road at night, they must refrain from picking her up. Once inside the vehicle, her true horrifying form will be revealed, as she endeavors to cause a fatal accident, subjecting the driver to the same suffering she endured.