Marc, a young man in his late 20s, was cruising inside BF Homes Subdivision in Parañaque City along with his two pals. They were speeding along at about 40 kms/hr on a quartermile long road known to BF homeowners as Concha Cruz Drive. This long stretch of asphalt used to be the venue for drag races among teenagers im the early 80s.
Ronnie, one of Marc's friends riding with him motioned for them to stop. He wanted to relieve himself by the grassy area along the right side of the road. It was nearly midnight, and all was quite as usual. There was not a car in sight.
After Ronnie finished doing his business, the group went back on the road, cruising along Concha Cruz on their way to El Grande Avenue to bring home their friend Jen.
About two hundred meters before the nearest intersection, they were surprised when a black sedan pulled up along their right side. It's windows were heavily tinted so that neither Marc nor his friends could see into it. The black car stopped right next to Marc's, obviously spoiling for a drag race. Marc, the son of a race car driver, was just too ready to oblige the unknown challenger.
As both car drivers gunned their engines repeatedly, the three young boys noticed the window of the black car slowly being rolled down. Marc and Jen rolled down their own window to see who they were racing against. What they see inside chilled their blood.
Inside the black sedan, Marc and Jen saw a young man and a young woman, dressed totally in white, their clothes drenched in fresh blood, their ashen faces streaked with blood that seemed to be pouring from head wounds.
Both lay lifeless on their seats, looking like victims of an accident, with their bloodshot eyes staring unseeingly ahead.
Marc immediately stepped on the gas pedal and sped away from the sedan, which remained motionless. When Jen looked back, she saw nothing but pitch darkness, with only the light from a lamppost flickering feebly in the distance.