From Stardust:
I am not a believer of a ghost stories, until one time in 2005, I was on sunday duty at the pedia department. The usual Sunday duty is benign with the day you spent just watching tv, or chatting with the nurses or eating. I spent the day, sleeping at the lounge which is located inside the pedia ward. At around 2pm, my sister called my cellphone, after chatting at around 10 minutes, she told me "Ate, pakausap kay Zek". Zek is my son, who was then 1 1/2 years old and staying at our house in Pasig. I told her, "E wala si Zek, on duty ako today", she answered back,"Ate, kanina pa ako me naririnig sa backround na nagbe baby talk, akala ko si Zek". I scrambled to go out of the lounge, frightened. How could she hear someone talking in the backround, while I was all alone in the lounge, with the tv off.
From Janielle:
meron din akong experience, yung maid namin, nagpaalam na aalis muna sya kasi may sakit yung kapatid nya and nakaconfine sa hospital. hindi ko na maalala kung anong sakit nya basta ang alam ko grave na. nung hapon, naggrocery kami. kasama ko yung dad ko and my little sister. nagulat ako kasi nakita ko, together with my little sister yung kapatid nung maid namin, nagsmile samen. he was wearing white shirt, maong pants, rubber shoes and nakacap sya. we're very sure na sya yun, since nagtrabaho din sya before sa amin. sinundan namin nung kapatid ko pero biglang nawala as in the whole time, hinahanap namin sya sa grocery store. unfortunately, hindi namin nakita. then, paguwi naisip namin na baka kung saan saan lang pumunta yung maid namin ginamit pa yung kapatid nya. pagdating sa bahay, my mom asked us kung nabalitaan na daw ba namin... so sabi namin, "alin?" yun pala namatay na daw yung kapatid nung maid namin. sobrang kinilabutan ako nun!!!
From Shokoymd:
i was the ICU rotator and our hospital just opened a brand new medical ICU.
i had a patient that was saying 'michael, raymond, patawarin nyo ako', bago sya mag toxic at ma-intubate.
relatives were not there at that time, and my concern was to relay this message to them. he may have issues with this michael and raymond. then i was surprised to hear that the relatives do not know any michael or raymond. so akala namin, may anak sa labas o kung ano man itong si tatang. chickboy! ginawan namin ng story.
sad to say nag expire din sya.
after a few days, meron na namang isang pumasok sa ICU, direct admission from ER, naka intubate na. after a few days na at weaning na sya from the ventilator, the patient can communicate through writing.
tapos eto na naman si raymond, paki-sabi daw sorry.
so akala namin coincidence, but my personnal count were 4 patients, iba pa yung mga kwento ng ibang residents at nurses.
months passed, ibang resident na ang rotator, and they can recall similar experiences from patients asking apology from either michael or raymond.
dun kami kinabahan at nag goosebumps, nung minsan kaming nagka kwentuhan sa quarters.
meron pa palang ibang rotator bukod samin.
minsan si michael, minsan ri raymond.
creepy.
then on the same ICU, i was awaken by loud conversations, (tinulugan ko at benign naman) definitely by 2 males talking ang it was coming from the patients shower room just next door to where i was.
maingay talaga, gising na gising na ko, dinig ko pa sila.
then i thought yung mga nurses on duty na naman, nag yosi sa CR. so naisip ko maki-join. maka yosi nga muna.
nagulat ako pagbukas ko nung CR, walang tao, as in wala! naaay.
lumabas ako, tulog mga tao sa nurses station, at may isang clerk na nag monitor.
naisip ko, baka si michael at raymond, nag endorsement.
kahit naiisip ko lang ito, kinikilabutan ako.
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meron pa isa, eto naman sa napakagandang ICU ng OM. maganda pa sya dati.
may patient na on long standing vent. she can communicate also through writing.
minsan sa endorsement rounds, dinaanan namin itong patient.
may sinulat sya sa papel na pinakita nya sa bantay nya: 'paalisin nyo yung kasama nyong maitim, nasa likod!', at takot na takot sya.
akala namin itong kaduty naming clerk na medyo moreno, sigi na nga maitim sya ng konti. pinapaalis namin, tawanan pa kami.
hindi daw yun.
tapos sulat ulit: 'hindi sya doctor, lagi yan dumadaan dito!'
after a few days, nag expire din sya.
Martes, Mayo 31, 2011
Sabado, Mayo 28, 2011
31st Floor
"Call center butterfly" ang tawag nila sa tulad ko. Hindi kasi ako mapirmi sa isang call center. Hindi ko usually inaabot ang regularization, lumilipat ako agad sa iba after a few weeks on the floor. Ewan ko. Siguro that is how I was wired.
It works for me. Kung pwede nga lang mag kulong sa kwarto at mag DVD marathon o mag sound trip, yun ang gagawin ko maghapon.
But sometimes it bothers me. Hindi ko ito nababanggit sa iba. Pero I'm a ghost magnet yata. Most of the time, graveyard ship ako so pag lumabas ako ng house mga past 6 na. Madilim na dun sa nilalakaran ko papunta sa saayan ng jeep na magbababa sa EDSA. Maraming beses na kasi nangyari na may makakasalubong akong naglalakad--weird--nakatitig sa akin na para bang nanlilisik ang mga mata. Tas pag pinilit kong i-spot nilalakaran nila, nakalutang ang mga paa nila sa lupa.
Alam ata nila na nakikita ko sila. May mga kaluluwang gumagala na ayaw talaga magpaabala. Nagagalit sila pag sinusundan sila ng tingin. Naalalala ko minsan nung bata pa ako, naglalaro ako sa bangketa tas may dumaang karo ng patay. Dun sa mga kapamilyang nakabuntot sa karo, may nakita aong maputlang lalaki na nakapamburol, nakatitig sa akin. Hindi na naalis yun sa isip ko.
Dun sa isang call center na pinasukan ko, sabi nila may bata raw na naglalaro sa mga training rooms sa 25th floor. Madalas hinahampas niya yung swivel chairs.
Yung CR nga sa dulo, wala nang gumagamit dahil madalas siya roong nagpaparamdam. Akala mo may laman ang isang cubicle dahil me maririnig kang mga kaluskos, wala naman pala. Minsan nga nag CR ako dun mag isa. Habang naghuhugas ako ng kamay, biglang kumindat yung ilaw. Tas sa gilid ng mga mata ko, para bang may nakita akong payat na nakablue uniform sa tapat ng ihian, nakalutang ang mga paa niya mga 2 feet mula sa sahig. Baka iyon yung multo ng namatay sa elevator. May isang utility man daw kasing nagkukumpuni ng sirang elevator tas nag short [circuit] ata yung mga kable. Ayun, nabagsakan siya ng elevator mismo. Patay agad.
Isang madaling araw, nang mag rounds yung guwardiya, binuksan niya yung Training Room 3. May nakita raw siyang tao na nakaharap sa computer. Akala niya agent. Pagsasabihan daw niya sana kasi bawal mag stay sa training room kahit before mag start ang class kaso nakatalikod ito sa kanya so tinawag niya. Hindi ito sumagot. Pagbukas niya ng ilaw, wala siyang nakitang tao.
Sa workforce naman namin, may isang area na sobrang lamig kahit nakapatay ang aircon. Isang araw, nung kinakausap ko yung kabatch ko dun bigla nalang tumilapon yung Avaya, yung phone na ginagamit namin sa calls. Nagtaka sila. Minsan kasi bigla nalang umikot yung isang upuan ng 360 degrees. Sa takot nila, nagtakbuhan daw sila lahat. "Baka poltergeist yung multo," sabi ng kabatch ko. Hindi ko nalang binanggit na nakita ko yung reflection ng bata sa salamin ng window. Tumakbo siya at nagtago sa ilalim ng isang computer station na parang naglalaro.
Parang nasanay na ako sa dami ng mga manifestations. At least, hindi pa ako nakakakita ng mga multo na sabot ang bungo o putol ang kamay, yung tipong naaksidente.
Hanggang sa mag work ako sa isa pang kompanya sa Ortigas. Sabado kaya konti lang ang agents na may work saka rest day ng mga nag oopisina. Mga 8 pm yun kaya si manong na lang ang inabutan ko. Sa 36th floor ang mga work stations namin. Bago ko i-swipe ang ID ko bigla akong kinilabutan. Sabi ko, baka malamig lang kasi malakas ang ulan sa labas. Nag good evening si manong--"Pauwi na?" usisa niya--saka binusisi ang bag ko. Tapos kinuha ko yung payong ko dun sa lagayan sa tabi ng door.
Hanggang sa tapat ng elevator sa 36th floor ay parang aburido ako. Pinindot ko yung "down" button. Binilang ko sa isip yung changing numbers sa itaas. Nag ding ang elevator at bumukas ang pinto. Walang tao. Nakita ko yung reflection ko sa salamin. Nilingon ko si manong tas nag wave siya sa akin. Pumasok ako sa elevator at pinindot yung "G" para bumaba sa ground floor.
Kulob yung katahimikan. Binibilang ko ulit sa isip ko yung numbers..nang biglang huminto yung elevator. Nag stop sa 31st floor. Bumukas yung door. Walang tao. Nung magsasara na yung door, biglang may lumapit na matandang babae, may kasunod na bata. Pinindot ko yung button para bumukas ulit ang pintuan. "Salamat." sabi niya. Nakahawak sa braso niya yung bata.
Nakatingin sa akin yung bata. Nakakapote siya, yung bata transparent. Pero basang basa yung buhok niya. Basa pati yung gilid ng mga mata niya. Sumugod ito sa ulan, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Ito namang nanay, kako, hindi pinayungan ang anak niya. Ang lakas pa naman ng ulan sa labas.
Hindi ko gaanong napansin yung mukha nung nanay. Medyo stocky ang katawan niya. Naka t-shirt lang siya at maong. Parang ahente ng mga cosmetic products, yung tipong mag oorder ka gamit ang brochures nila. May dala siyang malaking shoulder bag. Ang naaalala ko yung kuwintas niya na may parang jade na pendant yung nabibili sa mga Muslim sa greenhills.
Dinukot ko ang cellphone ko. Isinaksak ko ang earphones sa mga tenga ko. Inopen ko yung playlist at iniscroll down ko sa "On The Radio" ni Regina Spektor. Clinick ko yung play. Sa itaas ng pintuan ng elevator, pababa nang pbaba yung mga numbers: 28, 27, 26, 25...
Biglang bumukas ang pintuan ng elevator sa 23rd floor. Nagulat ako. Nagkatinginan kami ng babae. Hinintay naming may pumasok. As usual, walang tao. Nakakayamot. Nung magsasara na yung elevator, nagbubukas ulit. Ganun siya mga dalawang beses ata. Parang nagha-hang nang half open. Pinindot ko yung "close" button.
Pagkababa namin sa ground floor, nauna akong lumabas ng elevator. Sumunod sa akin yung ale. Tsinek ng guard ang bag ko. Gumilid ako para isa ang zipper ng bag ko. Yung bag bag naman ng babae ang tsinek ng guwardiya.
"Asan po yung anak niyo?" tanong ko sa babae.
"Ha? Anong anak?" pagtataka niya.
"Kanina po may kasunod kayong bata e. Nakakapote."
"Mag isa lang akong bumaba." sagot niya.
"Nagbiro yung guard. "Baka yung batang multo raw ang sumabay sa amin sa elevator. "Manong naman!" ang takot ng ale. Natahimik nalang ako.
It works for me. Kung pwede nga lang mag kulong sa kwarto at mag DVD marathon o mag sound trip, yun ang gagawin ko maghapon.
But sometimes it bothers me. Hindi ko ito nababanggit sa iba. Pero I'm a ghost magnet yata. Most of the time, graveyard ship ako so pag lumabas ako ng house mga past 6 na. Madilim na dun sa nilalakaran ko papunta sa saayan ng jeep na magbababa sa EDSA. Maraming beses na kasi nangyari na may makakasalubong akong naglalakad--weird--nakatitig sa akin na para bang nanlilisik ang mga mata. Tas pag pinilit kong i-spot nilalakaran nila, nakalutang ang mga paa nila sa lupa.
Alam ata nila na nakikita ko sila. May mga kaluluwang gumagala na ayaw talaga magpaabala. Nagagalit sila pag sinusundan sila ng tingin. Naalalala ko minsan nung bata pa ako, naglalaro ako sa bangketa tas may dumaang karo ng patay. Dun sa mga kapamilyang nakabuntot sa karo, may nakita aong maputlang lalaki na nakapamburol, nakatitig sa akin. Hindi na naalis yun sa isip ko.
Dun sa isang call center na pinasukan ko, sabi nila may bata raw na naglalaro sa mga training rooms sa 25th floor. Madalas hinahampas niya yung swivel chairs.
Yung CR nga sa dulo, wala nang gumagamit dahil madalas siya roong nagpaparamdam. Akala mo may laman ang isang cubicle dahil me maririnig kang mga kaluskos, wala naman pala. Minsan nga nag CR ako dun mag isa. Habang naghuhugas ako ng kamay, biglang kumindat yung ilaw. Tas sa gilid ng mga mata ko, para bang may nakita akong payat na nakablue uniform sa tapat ng ihian, nakalutang ang mga paa niya mga 2 feet mula sa sahig. Baka iyon yung multo ng namatay sa elevator. May isang utility man daw kasing nagkukumpuni ng sirang elevator tas nag short [circuit] ata yung mga kable. Ayun, nabagsakan siya ng elevator mismo. Patay agad.
Isang madaling araw, nang mag rounds yung guwardiya, binuksan niya yung Training Room 3. May nakita raw siyang tao na nakaharap sa computer. Akala niya agent. Pagsasabihan daw niya sana kasi bawal mag stay sa training room kahit before mag start ang class kaso nakatalikod ito sa kanya so tinawag niya. Hindi ito sumagot. Pagbukas niya ng ilaw, wala siyang nakitang tao.
Sa workforce naman namin, may isang area na sobrang lamig kahit nakapatay ang aircon. Isang araw, nung kinakausap ko yung kabatch ko dun bigla nalang tumilapon yung Avaya, yung phone na ginagamit namin sa calls. Nagtaka sila. Minsan kasi bigla nalang umikot yung isang upuan ng 360 degrees. Sa takot nila, nagtakbuhan daw sila lahat. "Baka poltergeist yung multo," sabi ng kabatch ko. Hindi ko nalang binanggit na nakita ko yung reflection ng bata sa salamin ng window. Tumakbo siya at nagtago sa ilalim ng isang computer station na parang naglalaro.
Parang nasanay na ako sa dami ng mga manifestations. At least, hindi pa ako nakakakita ng mga multo na sabot ang bungo o putol ang kamay, yung tipong naaksidente.
Hanggang sa mag work ako sa isa pang kompanya sa Ortigas. Sabado kaya konti lang ang agents na may work saka rest day ng mga nag oopisina. Mga 8 pm yun kaya si manong na lang ang inabutan ko. Sa 36th floor ang mga work stations namin. Bago ko i-swipe ang ID ko bigla akong kinilabutan. Sabi ko, baka malamig lang kasi malakas ang ulan sa labas. Nag good evening si manong--"Pauwi na?" usisa niya--saka binusisi ang bag ko. Tapos kinuha ko yung payong ko dun sa lagayan sa tabi ng door.
Hanggang sa tapat ng elevator sa 36th floor ay parang aburido ako. Pinindot ko yung "down" button. Binilang ko sa isip yung changing numbers sa itaas. Nag ding ang elevator at bumukas ang pinto. Walang tao. Nakita ko yung reflection ko sa salamin. Nilingon ko si manong tas nag wave siya sa akin. Pumasok ako sa elevator at pinindot yung "G" para bumaba sa ground floor.
Kulob yung katahimikan. Binibilang ko ulit sa isip ko yung numbers..nang biglang huminto yung elevator. Nag stop sa 31st floor. Bumukas yung door. Walang tao. Nung magsasara na yung door, biglang may lumapit na matandang babae, may kasunod na bata. Pinindot ko yung button para bumukas ulit ang pintuan. "Salamat." sabi niya. Nakahawak sa braso niya yung bata.
Nakatingin sa akin yung bata. Nakakapote siya, yung bata transparent. Pero basang basa yung buhok niya. Basa pati yung gilid ng mga mata niya. Sumugod ito sa ulan, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Ito namang nanay, kako, hindi pinayungan ang anak niya. Ang lakas pa naman ng ulan sa labas.
Hindi ko gaanong napansin yung mukha nung nanay. Medyo stocky ang katawan niya. Naka t-shirt lang siya at maong. Parang ahente ng mga cosmetic products, yung tipong mag oorder ka gamit ang brochures nila. May dala siyang malaking shoulder bag. Ang naaalala ko yung kuwintas niya na may parang jade na pendant yung nabibili sa mga Muslim sa greenhills.
Dinukot ko ang cellphone ko. Isinaksak ko ang earphones sa mga tenga ko. Inopen ko yung playlist at iniscroll down ko sa "On The Radio" ni Regina Spektor. Clinick ko yung play. Sa itaas ng pintuan ng elevator, pababa nang pbaba yung mga numbers: 28, 27, 26, 25...
Biglang bumukas ang pintuan ng elevator sa 23rd floor. Nagulat ako. Nagkatinginan kami ng babae. Hinintay naming may pumasok. As usual, walang tao. Nakakayamot. Nung magsasara na yung elevator, nagbubukas ulit. Ganun siya mga dalawang beses ata. Parang nagha-hang nang half open. Pinindot ko yung "close" button.
Pagkababa namin sa ground floor, nauna akong lumabas ng elevator. Sumunod sa akin yung ale. Tsinek ng guard ang bag ko. Gumilid ako para isa ang zipper ng bag ko. Yung bag bag naman ng babae ang tsinek ng guwardiya.
"Asan po yung anak niyo?" tanong ko sa babae.
"Ha? Anong anak?" pagtataka niya.
"Kanina po may kasunod kayong bata e. Nakakapote."
"Mag isa lang akong bumaba." sagot niya.
"Nagbiro yung guard. "Baka yung batang multo raw ang sumabay sa amin sa elevator. "Manong naman!" ang takot ng ale. Natahimik nalang ako.
Story by: Mark Angeles, courtesy True Philippine Ghost Stories book 22
Demon
One night back when I was 12, I had just come home from playing with my friends. My father had told me to go brush my teeth and go to sleep so like an obedient son, I did. At that age, I was heavy on scary movies. As a result, I scared easily. Even the slightest noise would render me sleepless. I asked my parents to keep the hall light on at night.
That night, after being asleep for what seemed like five hours, a strange noise coming from the mirror at the foot of my bed woke me up. I opened my eyes to see if something was causing the noise. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I closed my eyes again assuming I'd only been dreaming. What happened next startled me that it was one of the memories I will never forget my entire life.
I heard the noise again. This time, I sat up. As I sat on my bed, I saw a figure in the mirror doing the same thing--sitting on my bed. However, the one reflected in the mirror wasn't me. What I saw was unbelievable. I saw a man who looked probably in his mid 40s, with reddish complexion, dark brown horns like an ox, eyes at least two times the size of a normal man's--pure yellow, with black slits down the middle from top to bottom. The only thing worse than the eyes was the smile: big teeth, each one was pointed and must have easily been an inch long.
I stared for probably close to a full minute, after which his smile got wider and bigger. At no point during the first minute did I move. I was too scared. He raised his arm and pointed at me and then he began to speak, even though I never saw his mouth move. His words to me were simple and clear, "I'm here for you now."
As soon as I heard that, I screamed for my father. I heard him coming from his room, down the hall to mine. Over the sound of my father's footsteps, I still heard the "man" in the mirror talking to me, with a deep grumbling voice. My father turned on the light in my room. I instinctively blinked to adjust my eyes to the sudden brightness and just like that, the "man" in the mirror was gone.
I'm a student now and eight years later, and I still think about the incident from time to time. Something happened a week ago that made me recall every detail of that incident. I awoke at 2:37 am to the noise of my backpack shaking violently. I sat up straight in my bed to see the same figure in my mirror again! At first I thought I was dreaming. I blinked like the first time in hopes it would go away, and it did. The backpack, however, was still shaking. I crept to the edge of my bed to check it. As soon as I looked, the shaking stopped.
I can't quite say I was visited or threatened by the devil or a demon. I am still an atheist, but what happened these nights I just can't explain. My dad still thinks I was dreaming..but I haven't told him about the most recent time I experienced it.
That night, after being asleep for what seemed like five hours, a strange noise coming from the mirror at the foot of my bed woke me up. I opened my eyes to see if something was causing the noise. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I closed my eyes again assuming I'd only been dreaming. What happened next startled me that it was one of the memories I will never forget my entire life.
I heard the noise again. This time, I sat up. As I sat on my bed, I saw a figure in the mirror doing the same thing--sitting on my bed. However, the one reflected in the mirror wasn't me. What I saw was unbelievable. I saw a man who looked probably in his mid 40s, with reddish complexion, dark brown horns like an ox, eyes at least two times the size of a normal man's--pure yellow, with black slits down the middle from top to bottom. The only thing worse than the eyes was the smile: big teeth, each one was pointed and must have easily been an inch long.
I stared for probably close to a full minute, after which his smile got wider and bigger. At no point during the first minute did I move. I was too scared. He raised his arm and pointed at me and then he began to speak, even though I never saw his mouth move. His words to me were simple and clear, "I'm here for you now."
As soon as I heard that, I screamed for my father. I heard him coming from his room, down the hall to mine. Over the sound of my father's footsteps, I still heard the "man" in the mirror talking to me, with a deep grumbling voice. My father turned on the light in my room. I instinctively blinked to adjust my eyes to the sudden brightness and just like that, the "man" in the mirror was gone.
I'm a student now and eight years later, and I still think about the incident from time to time. Something happened a week ago that made me recall every detail of that incident. I awoke at 2:37 am to the noise of my backpack shaking violently. I sat up straight in my bed to see the same figure in my mirror again! At first I thought I was dreaming. I blinked like the first time in hopes it would go away, and it did. The backpack, however, was still shaking. I crept to the edge of my bed to check it. As soon as I looked, the shaking stopped.
I can't quite say I was visited or threatened by the devil or a demon. I am still an atheist, but what happened these nights I just can't explain. My dad still thinks I was dreaming..but I haven't told him about the most recent time I experienced it.
By Gabriel Fernandez, courtesy True Philippine Ghost Stories book 22.
Red Shirt
This story was related to me by my uncle.
Believe me, hindi ako nakauwe ng bahay namin sa sobrang takot.
I hope macapture ko yung essence ng story para maramdaman niyo din yung fear na naramdaman ko nun.
Bleh!
My uncle (itago na lang naten sa pangalang selya hehe joke lloyd na lang.)
Yung friend niya (mark na lang)
So one rainy afternoon, lloyd went to his friend's house dahil usapan nilang magkikita sila doon.
Wala pa si mark dahil nasa office pa but he said na pumasok na siya sa loob using the spare key sa ilalim ng doormat.
When he got inside, he was confused to find out na super init sa loob considering ang lakas ng ulan sa labas.
Thinking it might be because the house is kulob, he ignored the feeling and sat on the sofa.
Inikot niya ang paningin sa kabahayan.
The place exudes this weird uncomfortable feeling.
Like somebody is watching his every move.
He also noticed that the room's only illumination is coming from a light bulb, giving the place a somewhat eerie appearance.
"oh well, he said to himself, must be my wild imagination."
He was completely drenched from the rain so he decided to text mark if he could borrow a shirt.
*beep*
1 msg received
"sige, help yourself there na lang, kuha ka na lang ng damit sa closet. Sorry mga 30 mins pako dito. Ill go straight there soon as I get out of here pare. Find something else to do there muna para hindi ka mabored
- mark."
Lloyd heaved out in frustration.
He got up to check the clothes inside the closet.
Upon opening the closet, he saw a red camisa-de-chino.(a plain cotton shirt worn inside a barong)
"perfect." he said.
Soon as he put the shirt on,he felt weird but he ignored the feeling.
He was about to go back to the sofa when he caught glimpse of the computer laptop.
Lloyd smirked and said to himself,
"looks like I won't be bored at all. Hehe."
He paced the table where the laptop is and excitedly opened it para magsurf sa net.
He was busy browsing when he noticed that sobrang init talaga.
He fanned his neck using his hands when suddenly, the light from the bulb went off.......
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Startled, he stood up to check maybe nagloloko yung bumbilya.
Pagkatayo, the light came back.
Puzzled, he sat down again but then came this nagging feeling that something is wrong.
A weird feeling crept inside him.
He coudnt find a logic for his suspicion so he decided against his better judgement na faulty wiring lang siguro.
He thought that getting spooked would be the last thing he ever needed since magisa lang siya.
Exactly.
Magisa lang siya.
All alone inside a house na ngayon lang niya napuntahan.
He quickly dismissed the idea at pinagpatuloy na lang ule niya ang pagsurf sa net.
Then the light went off again.
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Then on again.
Ayaw man niya matakot, pero ang lakas bigla ng heartbeat niya.
His senses are now alive.
Hairs on his arms are standing out.
Ang ulo niya, parang nanlalaki.
Then came that nagging feeling again.
He is now sure that something's goin on that he can't quite put his finger to.
He felt restless now.
So he said to himself,
"isa pa. Isang isa na lang. Mamatay pa ng minsan itong ilaw na ito, lalabas na ako dito."
Dalawang beses ng nagflicker ang ilaw.
Alam niya, dapat na siyang lumabas, but he needed that one last flicker of light.
Thinking that maybe, just maybe, he may be wrong at all.
Anxiety is now clouding his sanity.
Soon as he reached for the laptop, the light went off again... For the third time.
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Lloyd froze in fear.
*Lub-dub-lub-dub*
He can now hear his heartbeat.
"That's it, im leaving."
Soon as he jolted out if his chair,
Saktong pagkatayo niya,
Bumukas ang ilaw.
And he found himselff face to face with someone.
At mula sa kinatatayuan niya, kitang kita niya mula sa liwanag ng bumbilya,
Ang isang bagay na naririnig lang niya sa niya sa mga kwento.
A transparent figure right in front of him.
He can see right thru it.
Isang matandang lalake na sunog na sunog ang anyo.
With just a fraction of 3 inches away from him, he was able to see the intricate details embroidered on its barong.
Pag angat niya ng mukha niya, bumulaga sa kanya ang isang mukha na alam niyang hinding hindi niya makakalimutan.
Agnas na mukha.
Nakikita ang ilang bahagi ng ngipin nito dahil sa bahagi ng balat na nasunog.
Nakaluwa ang kanang mata nito at mulo doon, isang brown na likido ang umaagos.
Its jaw dropped when it was about to speak.
Lloyd mustered his courage and sprinted his way towards the door.
He was fumbling his way out but he was glad he made it.
Its still raining outside but he coudnt be any happier.
With trembling hands, he shoved his hands inside his pocket and fished out his mobile phone.
He texted his mom for it was all too big for him.
Luckily, his friend came home 15mins after.
He refused to come inside and narrated the whole story to mark.
Mark, while attentively listening to lloyd, was busy eyeing the red shirt that lloyd was wearing.
"pare, lolo ko yung nakita mo. Siguro natuwa lang sayo yun. dahil suot mo yan." mark pointed lloyd's shirt using his lips.
"Saka pare, yan kasi yung suot suot ni lolo nung namatay siya eh."
-THE END-
Believe me, hindi ako nakauwe ng bahay namin sa sobrang takot.
I hope macapture ko yung essence ng story para maramdaman niyo din yung fear na naramdaman ko nun.
Bleh!
My uncle (itago na lang naten sa pangalang selya hehe joke lloyd na lang.)
Yung friend niya (mark na lang)
So one rainy afternoon, lloyd went to his friend's house dahil usapan nilang magkikita sila doon.
Wala pa si mark dahil nasa office pa but he said na pumasok na siya sa loob using the spare key sa ilalim ng doormat.
When he got inside, he was confused to find out na super init sa loob considering ang lakas ng ulan sa labas.
Thinking it might be because the house is kulob, he ignored the feeling and sat on the sofa.
Inikot niya ang paningin sa kabahayan.
The place exudes this weird uncomfortable feeling.
Like somebody is watching his every move.
He also noticed that the room's only illumination is coming from a light bulb, giving the place a somewhat eerie appearance.
"oh well, he said to himself, must be my wild imagination."
He was completely drenched from the rain so he decided to text mark if he could borrow a shirt.
*beep*
1 msg received
"sige, help yourself there na lang, kuha ka na lang ng damit sa closet. Sorry mga 30 mins pako dito. Ill go straight there soon as I get out of here pare. Find something else to do there muna para hindi ka mabored
- mark."
Lloyd heaved out in frustration.
He got up to check the clothes inside the closet.
Upon opening the closet, he saw a red camisa-de-chino.(a plain cotton shirt worn inside a barong)
"perfect." he said.
Soon as he put the shirt on,he felt weird but he ignored the feeling.
He was about to go back to the sofa when he caught glimpse of the computer laptop.
Lloyd smirked and said to himself,
"looks like I won't be bored at all. Hehe."
He paced the table where the laptop is and excitedly opened it para magsurf sa net.
He was busy browsing when he noticed that sobrang init talaga.
He fanned his neck using his hands when suddenly, the light from the bulb went off.......
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Startled, he stood up to check maybe nagloloko yung bumbilya.
Pagkatayo, the light came back.
Puzzled, he sat down again but then came this nagging feeling that something is wrong.
A weird feeling crept inside him.
He coudnt find a logic for his suspicion so he decided against his better judgement na faulty wiring lang siguro.
He thought that getting spooked would be the last thing he ever needed since magisa lang siya.
Exactly.
Magisa lang siya.
All alone inside a house na ngayon lang niya napuntahan.
He quickly dismissed the idea at pinagpatuloy na lang ule niya ang pagsurf sa net.
Then the light went off again.
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Then on again.
Ayaw man niya matakot, pero ang lakas bigla ng heartbeat niya.
His senses are now alive.
Hairs on his arms are standing out.
Ang ulo niya, parang nanlalaki.
Then came that nagging feeling again.
He is now sure that something's goin on that he can't quite put his finger to.
He felt restless now.
So he said to himself,
"isa pa. Isang isa na lang. Mamatay pa ng minsan itong ilaw na ito, lalabas na ako dito."
Dalawang beses ng nagflicker ang ilaw.
Alam niya, dapat na siyang lumabas, but he needed that one last flicker of light.
Thinking that maybe, just maybe, he may be wrong at all.
Anxiety is now clouding his sanity.
Soon as he reached for the laptop, the light went off again... For the third time.
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Lloyd froze in fear.
*Lub-dub-lub-dub*
He can now hear his heartbeat.
"That's it, im leaving."
Soon as he jolted out if his chair,
Saktong pagkatayo niya,
Bumukas ang ilaw.
And he found himselff face to face with someone.
At mula sa kinatatayuan niya, kitang kita niya mula sa liwanag ng bumbilya,
Ang isang bagay na naririnig lang niya sa niya sa mga kwento.
A transparent figure right in front of him.
He can see right thru it.
Isang matandang lalake na sunog na sunog ang anyo.
With just a fraction of 3 inches away from him, he was able to see the intricate details embroidered on its barong.
Pag angat niya ng mukha niya, bumulaga sa kanya ang isang mukha na alam niyang hinding hindi niya makakalimutan.
Agnas na mukha.
Nakikita ang ilang bahagi ng ngipin nito dahil sa bahagi ng balat na nasunog.
Nakaluwa ang kanang mata nito at mulo doon, isang brown na likido ang umaagos.
Its jaw dropped when it was about to speak.
Lloyd mustered his courage and sprinted his way towards the door.
He was fumbling his way out but he was glad he made it.
Its still raining outside but he coudnt be any happier.
With trembling hands, he shoved his hands inside his pocket and fished out his mobile phone.
He texted his mom for it was all too big for him.
Luckily, his friend came home 15mins after.
He refused to come inside and narrated the whole story to mark.
Mark, while attentively listening to lloyd, was busy eyeing the red shirt that lloyd was wearing.
"pare, lolo ko yung nakita mo. Siguro natuwa lang sayo yun. dahil suot mo yan." mark pointed lloyd's shirt using his lips.
"Saka pare, yan kasi yung suot suot ni lolo nung namatay siya eh."
-THE END-
Story by: IAmZevi
Hospital Ghost Stories Compilation #1
From linoleic:
I remember, I was still a junior intern nun, Pedia rotation, we were having our endorsement rounds with the residents and consultants. We entered the room, pang isahan lang ung room, leukemia patient ang admitted dun. Then tuloy ang rounds...then biglang nag react ung consultant telling everyone (JI, PGI, Residents on duty), "Bat pinagsama nyo dalawang patient sa room na ito? Immunocompromised ang pasyente ko so dapat mag isa lang sha na andito sa loob. Bat naghalo pa kayo ng isa?" We were all surprised coz mag isa lang naman talaga ang patient na andun. Then one resident bravely asked the consultant, "Sir, ano po ba mukha and hitsura nung sinasabi mo na isa pang pasyente?" The consultant replied, "Ayan o, nakatingin pa sa atin, nakasando na puti, naka shorts, tapos hawak ang iv fluid nya, wala man lang kayo isa pang iv stand na nilagay d2." We were all silent. After the rounds, we all were still quiet. The consultant thought na we're hurt kasi nagalit sha, so he approached us and sabi "Hindi ako galit ha, ayaw ko lang kasi na may ka share sa room patient ko, lam nyo naman sakit nya dba." Then one resident said, "Sir, hindi po un ang dahilan bat tahimik kami, wala naman po talaga kasama ang patient nyo, kahit check nyo po sa list of patients sa station." Imagine the shock nung consultant, mabait pa naman un...
We also found out na the person whom the consultant saw was the previous patient who occupied the room, apparently, succumbed also 2 days prior nung admission ng patient nya.
From Antigone:
Ako naman me kwento...nag intern ako sa hospital sa EDSA. Endorsed na na meron isang bed sa interns quarter na kinakatakutan kasi laging nababangungot (term is being used loosely, not acute panc ) yung natutulog dun and nakakakita ng babae na naka halfslip at sando na puti. Ako naman, since deadma ako, hindi ako naniniwala. Feeling ko nagtatakutan lang yung mga tao. Tapos na-confine yung dad ko sa ICU kaya lagi ako sa hospital natutulog. Minsan sinubukan ko matulog sa interns quarter, syempre ako lang mag-isa andun. Ni-lock ko yung pinto kasi baka may pumasok tapos natulog na ko. Past midnight na"bangungot ako - yung gising ka na hindi mo sure kung gising ka pero di ka makagalaw. Tapos me nakita akong babae na naka sando at halfslip na palakad lakad. Nagdasal ako tapos nagising na ako.
Since hindi ako mapagpaniwala sa multo, feeling ko bangungot nga yun. Natulog ulit ako. After a few minutes, nangyari ulit. Nakita ko din yung babae na nakaputi. Nung magising ako nagtatakbo ako sa labas. Nakasalubong ko yung isang nurse na nagsabi sa kin na lahat ng taong natutulog sa bed na yun, nararanasan yung naranasan ko. Kaya hindi na tinutulugan yun ng mga interns.
From elrey_md:
Eto naman,not really a freaky one..nun Nursing Student pa lang ako,may nakwento sa amin yun Head nurse sa San Alberto Ward (Pedia).They had a toddler patient who was claiming a Little Child would always visit & play with him in his room especially when his Mom have to leave him for a while or kapag tulog yun Mommy nya.Sympre di naniniwala si Mommy dahil bawal daw ang bata sa hospital & since the patient was immunocompromised,reverse isolation sya.
One day,the toddler patient had tantrums & he was begging his Mom to look for his "Friend"...
wala nmn magawa yun Mommy nya, so they went out to the Nurses Station & asked where they could find this "Liltle Child"..The nurses told the Mom wala namn silang napansin batang pakalat-kalat sa ward.
"Sino pa ba yun kalaro mo?" asked the nurse to the patient.
"Ayun sya oh..."
The toddler was pointing to a Picture poster of Baby Jesus Christ he saw on the wall.
Nun clerk namn ako,Medicine rotation namin sa isang govt hospital sa "silangan lansangan"..from ER duty ako nun so nagpaalam ako sa mga kasamahn ko na iidlip lng ako sandali sa clerks' quarter after ng rounds namin.The room was actually just opposite the Nurses Station & since may kalumaan na,di na pinapagamit sa mga pasyente kaya sa mga clerk ang bagsak (well,lagi nmn ganun eh..kulang na lng sa storage room or bodega patulugin ang mga hamak na clerks/interns,kawawa namn tlaga..tsktsk)..Again,sympre sabi nila may "mumo" daw dun kaya wag akong matulog dun nag-iisa...sa sobrang pagod at antok ko,deadma na lng.
Yun tipong nakukuha ko pa lng yun tulog ko..suddenly, I heard a woman crying, footsteps & banging of windows...akala ko "code" na,baka kako may nag-arrest sa kabilang room or toxic kami..ngek?when I asked the nurse kung sino yun umiiyak or bakit maingay..
"Wala nmn kmi naririnig...vacant yun dalawang rooms katabi mo..kababakante lang nyan nun patient who expired yesterday."said the nurse
"Wala yun mga kasama mo,kumakain sila sa canteen" she added.
wala nga nman katao-tao sa hallway nun....at napansin ko,tulog din mga patients/relatives.
"So alam nyo na kung bakit full volume lagi ang radio namin esp pag 10P-6A duty kami?Hehehe.."
From linoleic:
This experience naman, junior intern din ako, government hospital, pasig area, medicine rotation. Dalawa
kami sa duty. One time, nilapitan ako ng kasama ko, asking me if may nakita daw ako na kausap nya kanina. Sabi ko wala. Someone approached her daw, naka yellow na shirt, lalake. Sabi daw sa kanya na baka pwede nyang check yung pasyente sa isolation. She answered yes. At that time busy ako kaka-push ng mannitol sa IV so she has no choice but to go there. Pag punta nya sa iso, wala namang px dun and tao. She asked mga katabing ward kung may tao daw dun, sabi nila wala daw. She also asked other bantay dun sa ward kung may nakakita sa kanya na may kinakausap sha, sabi nila wala. SHe also approached 2 girls, whom she smiled at while talking dun sa yellow guy, kung nakita ba daw nila yung kausap nya, sabi nila hindi din daw. Then she asked me kung may nakita din daw ako na kausap nya. I said wala. Pati mga nurse at janitor ask namin. All had negative answers. So what we did, all wards dun pinasok namin and we checked kung cno ang naka yellow dun and mamumukhaan din naman daw nya kasi eh. Kaya lang wala talaga. Then sabi nung resident, last na nagkaroon ng px sa iso, wala pa daw yung batch namin. And yung px daw dun TB and sakit and namatay na daw kaya impossible na meron dun. Then the nurse said to my co-ji, "Dra, nung namatay kasi ung px sa iso, naka yellow sha na shirt. Cguro gs2 nya na check sha b4 sha namatay kaya lang wala nakapunta agad." After that we stopped looking for the yellow shirt guy.
Ewan ko ba, kung hindi ako toxic, puro mumu naman ang nakakasama ko sa duty.
From Jennifer:
JI, ako nun. Galing sa pay ward, pabalik na ako sa medicine ward (gabi na). Habang paakyat ako, nakita ko reflection ng co-intern ko sa glass window. Pababa naman sya. Kaso pagdating sa landing wala sya. Pagdating ko sa tambayan, nandun sya at isang oras na daw sya nandun...Sino yung nakita ko
STORIES FROM PINOY.MD FORUM
Biyernes, Mayo 27, 2011
The Art of the Demon Chapter 4
"You're just hungry that time, mmkay?" Marissa told Kate, trying to convince her that what happened to her the afternoon before is just a product of her imagination. "Unless you see things there."
"I swear, Marissa, what happened is real!" Kate said impatiently.
"Did the lights blink?" Jake asked.
"No.." Kate said.
"Alright." Jake said.
"Why?"
"Because I thought you were casted in a scary movie! I was about to congratulate you." Jake said, then he chuckled.
"I'M NOT KIDDING. I'M SURE IT DID HAPPEN!" Kate said, heated.
"Okay, okay!"
Kate stood up, she was deeply offended because none of her friends believed her. She went to the entrance of the canteen and sat at the stairs. She thought for a moment. Did things really happen yesterday afternoon? Or was it just a part of her imagination? "No." she thought. Kate knew herself. She's not creative nor artistic. She loves photography, but photography is not an art that uses your creativeness widely. Meaning her imaginations are weak. How can the terrible things that happened yesterday be a part of her imagination? She knew she's perfectly fine during those times.
"Hey."
Kate looked up. Matthew tapped her slightly in the shoulders.
"Going to tease me too? Fine. It was just my imagination." Kate said, still offended.
"I didn't say I didn't believe you, did I?" Matthew said and sat at her side.
"Right. Neither did you say you believed me." Kate.
"Sorry. But I believe you. Really. I think odd things happen here too, not only in our province."
"Thanks." Kate said. Her mood slightly improved.
"What do you plan to do?" Matthew asked.
"Ahhmmm.. Plan?"
"Yes. After what happened."
"I'll just let it go and try not to think about it."
"How?"
"Maybe I'll join a photography club soon." Kate said.
"Haha. How can that make you forget about what you experienced?"
"Well, my grandma said when you're scared or bothered of something, try to be happy. Photography makes me happy, then I'll do it."
"Right." Matthew said. Napahiya.
***
Mang Reynold sat at the nearest stall in the library. He just finished rounding and checking it. He looked at his watch, it's already 10:30pm. He still needs to go back to the university grounds soon. He's a security guard of the university for 20 years. And even though he neither believe to Saints or even to the greatest creator, God, Mang Reynold continues to work at the catholic school St. Patrice University.
Though he knows that he needs to go to the university grounds to help fellow security guards round the university, he sat in the stall slightly massaging his right knee. At 56, Mang Reynold started to feel the burden of having a rheumatoid arthritis.
"Maybe I'll refrain from eating isaw." He muttered to himself as he try to calm the pain in his right knee. The main library of St. Patrice University is big, but a security guard can do the duty of rounding it at night alone.
PACK.
Something sounded in the other corner of the library from where Mang Reynold sits. He thought that it was a heavy book that fell from the shelves. But never did a book fell without anyone touching it.
Mang Reynold sighed. He stood up with a heavy heart to check what was it or if anyone is in there. His right knee is aching badly but he still stood up and walked to where the sound came from.
"A book fell without anyone in there? Weird. I checked the whole library earlier, there's no one that could've hid from me. And ghosts aren't real." Mang Reynold thought.
He walked from shelve to shelve and checking the with his flash light. He reached the shelve where the sound came from. He pointed the flash light on the floor and indeed, a big book fell from the shelve. He walked towards it. The book is big and color brown. The paper of the book is already yellowish due its age. And there's a thick dust on it. He picked it up and was freaked to see it's title "The Complete List of Demon Names and Their Powers" written broadly in maroon and quite bulging that you can touch each letter of the title..
"What the heck?" He said. But the creeps come out easily of his mind as fast as it came. "I don't believe in God. Who'll expect this demon book to scare me? No way! If God doesn't exist, the demons don't too! Only fools and weaklings believe these demons! Somebody just took advantage of how people was fooled by the existence of demons and God!" Mang Reynold inspected the book to find who's the author of it and he'll abuse whoever written it in his mind, probably will curse it and call it names in his head. He really thinks that the author of the book just made it to earn huge sums of money, taking advantage of how people believe in God and demons. After inspecting, he found out that the name of the author wasn't written there. He then opened the book, hoping that it's written inside. When he opened the book, it looked ancient. Edges of the paper are eaten by insects, the letters were vague but still readable. He found scary images of different demons. There are Abadon, Abalam, Agares in the first few pages with details about them. The book is alphabetical. Their looks were really scary, but it didn't break Mang Reynold. He still doesn't believe in neither God or the demons. He scanned the book. Different drawings of devils. There are these bald demons with enormous horns and fangs. There are these demons with long hair, big bulging eyes, four horse like arms etcetera. "Feeble and non sense. These drawings are obviously all made up!"
PACK.
Another heavy book fell from the other corner of the library.
PACK.
Then another.
"Don't dare us." somebody whispered in a hoarse voice to Mang Reynold's ear. Mang Reynold suddenly felt scared for the first time that night and turned around to see if someone's with him. He saw nothing. His skin hair from all over his body raised and he felt the temperature around him suddenly cooling relentlessly.
"Who's that?" Mang Reynold shouted desperately.
PACK. PACK. PACK. PACK.
Heavy books fell from different shelves in different sides and corners of the big library. Mang Reynold's heart beats fast. He completely forgot the pain in his right knee because of the scare he's feeling. Then in 2 seconds he ran as fast as he can. Wishing that hopefully, he'll get out of the university library alive and kicking.
But before he can even run faster, somebody covered his mouth, trying to drag him. The other hand of the unknown man is holding both of his arms. The man is very strong and taller probably '2'' feet from him. Mang Reynold tried to elbow the man. He's using the whole force of his body to escape from him. Finally, he succeeded and elbowed the unknown tall man strongly that it made him fall to sit down to the floor.
Mang Reynold ran again shelve to shelve. The library is too wide and the exit is still far and he'll have to pass further giant shelves.Then another man caught him. He elbowed that man again. He looked back. The man's wearing a mask similar to those who rob house and hold up people. But when he saw the clothes of this another unknown guy, he was surprised to see that he's wearing uniform of St. Patrice University. But he doesn't believe that this is just a prank or practical joke so he continued to run shelves to shelves. But while running in the middle of the biggest shelves with the biggest books in the library, the heavy books fell to him mysteriously. Mysterious in a way that no one's there to push the books to fall; it can't also be just a result of an air blowing or what.
The heavy books fell to him. One big book hit his head and he fell down to the floor. A lot of books continue to fall from the shelves and he was completely covered by it now. His whole body aching because of the heavy books that hit him. He knows he's gonna lose his consciousness soon. He touched his forehead, it's bleeding wildly.
"Help me, God. Forgive me too." he muttered.
"You dared us. Now who's the weakling?" the hoarse voiced speaker who whispered earlier whispered again. And by now, Mang Reynold knows it's the demon. Mang Reynold now believes in God and demons. He knows why this terrible thing happened.. it's because he's too far from God, too far from his protection. But it's too late. After a second or two, he lost his consciousness. He's done. Before finally losing his find, he realized that it's not the people who believe in God that are fool, but he and other people who don't.
-PandemiC-
Watch out for the next chapters of The Art of the Demon during Mondays and Fridays at 7:00PM (Philippine Time) and 4:00AM (Washington, USA time)
Miyerkules, Mayo 25, 2011
The Bathroom Ghost
by: Jonathan Celeste
This story was told to me by my officemate. Marie (not her real name) has a gift -- a third eye. as a clairvoyant, she has the ability to see ghosts and spirits, experience the paranormal, and communicate with the spirit world. It is both a gift and a curse.
But Marie has to live with it, because she was born with that ability. Marie's mother has the same gift. In her family, power runs stronger among the females than males.
One day Marie woke up to a blinding headache. She felt like someone was drilling inside her head. Her migraine was acting up again.
She decided not to go to work and get some rest instead. Safely ensconced in her bed, she slept the day away, never leaving her room the whole day. (Marie lived alone in a studio on the third floor of a condo unit.)
In the middle of the night, she woke up to answer the call of nature. Still half asleep, she headed for the bathroom. After finishing up, she padded her way back to her bed but her attention was caught by a slight movement on her left.
Seated on the sofa of her living room was an old woman wearing a white towel tied at the chest, like she just had shower! The old woman was drying her hair with another towel.
Marie stifled her shout of surprise. Creeping closer to the old woman, she peered at the figure seated on her settee. There was something familiar about her, Marie thought.
She was taken aback when she realized it was her favorite old aunt, the one who lived in Davao!
"How did she get in here?" Marie wondered. "Wow, was I that tired that I didn't hear her come in?"
What was she doing here all the way from Davao, Marie thought, delighted yet at the same time bewildered. Her aunt was in her late 60s and she found it difficult to travel.
She was about to call out "Auntie, how are you?" when her aunt turned her head towards Marie. Their eyes crossed and then, something happened that really raised the hair on the back of Marie's neck: her aunt slowly disintegrated into thin air! She looked like she went up in smoke!
Was that a premonition or a dream? Feeling a disturbing sense of foreboding that something wrong might have happened to her favorite aunt Marie ran to her room and immediately dialed her mom's number.
"Hello, Ma"
"Yes, Marie."
"You know what?"
"I know." Her mom sounded like she knew what Marie was going to say.
"I saw auntie right here in my pad! Something wrong must have happened to her! How is she? Did you talk to her recently? I don't know what to do!"
At that, Marie poured the whole story out to her Mom, who tried several times to interrupt.
When Marie finally finished relating her experiences, her mom told her that her aunt passed away hours before their conversation. She had succumbed to complications brought by diabetes.
Marie broke down and cried. She hadn't seen her favorite aunt in the past five years! Now they'll never see each other again.
Marie put the phone down and cried. She hadn't seen her favorite aunt in the past five years! Now they'll never see each other again.
Marie put the phone down and cried all night till she fell asleep.
Due to her hectic schedule in the office, Marie wasn't able to attend her aunt's funeral but she offerd prayers for her departed loved one.
Three days after the interment, something spooky happened again to Marie.
She arrived home from office at around 10 that evening. As she was opening her door, she was saw three butterflies coming out of her room.
The three bright brown butterflies hovered near her head. Suddenly, she felt something cold. She felt the peculiar presence of someone else joining her in her pad.
This frightened her for she had a feeling the three butterflies were her aunt, her uncle and her dad.
Although she was used to spirits making their presence felt to her, she was scared ot the idea that her loved ones, someone she knew, would be manifesting themselves to her.She frantically grabbed the doorknob and stumled into her pad. She wanted to run and hide under the covers of her bed.
As the butterflies neared her, smoke began forming out of thin air. Slowly it began taking the shape of woman.
BANG!!!
She kicked the door shut before the figure could fully materialize and locked it tight.
She then jumped straight into bed, skipping dinner and escaping another scary apparition.
This story was told to me by my officemate. Marie (not her real name) has a gift -- a third eye. as a clairvoyant, she has the ability to see ghosts and spirits, experience the paranormal, and communicate with the spirit world. It is both a gift and a curse.
But Marie has to live with it, because she was born with that ability. Marie's mother has the same gift. In her family, power runs stronger among the females than males.
One day Marie woke up to a blinding headache. She felt like someone was drilling inside her head. Her migraine was acting up again.
She decided not to go to work and get some rest instead. Safely ensconced in her bed, she slept the day away, never leaving her room the whole day. (Marie lived alone in a studio on the third floor of a condo unit.)
In the middle of the night, she woke up to answer the call of nature. Still half asleep, she headed for the bathroom. After finishing up, she padded her way back to her bed but her attention was caught by a slight movement on her left.
Seated on the sofa of her living room was an old woman wearing a white towel tied at the chest, like she just had shower! The old woman was drying her hair with another towel.
Marie stifled her shout of surprise. Creeping closer to the old woman, she peered at the figure seated on her settee. There was something familiar about her, Marie thought.
She was taken aback when she realized it was her favorite old aunt, the one who lived in Davao!
"How did she get in here?" Marie wondered. "Wow, was I that tired that I didn't hear her come in?"
What was she doing here all the way from Davao, Marie thought, delighted yet at the same time bewildered. Her aunt was in her late 60s and she found it difficult to travel.
She was about to call out "Auntie, how are you?" when her aunt turned her head towards Marie. Their eyes crossed and then, something happened that really raised the hair on the back of Marie's neck: her aunt slowly disintegrated into thin air! She looked like she went up in smoke!
"OH MY LORD!" was all Marie could say.
Was that a premonition or a dream? Feeling a disturbing sense of foreboding that something wrong might have happened to her favorite aunt Marie ran to her room and immediately dialed her mom's number.
"Hello, Ma"
"Yes, Marie."
"You know what?"
"I know." Her mom sounded like she knew what Marie was going to say.
"I saw auntie right here in my pad! Something wrong must have happened to her! How is she? Did you talk to her recently? I don't know what to do!"
At that, Marie poured the whole story out to her Mom, who tried several times to interrupt.
When Marie finally finished relating her experiences, her mom told her that her aunt passed away hours before their conversation. She had succumbed to complications brought by diabetes.
Marie broke down and cried. She hadn't seen her favorite aunt in the past five years! Now they'll never see each other again.
Marie put the phone down and cried. She hadn't seen her favorite aunt in the past five years! Now they'll never see each other again.
Marie put the phone down and cried all night till she fell asleep.
Due to her hectic schedule in the office, Marie wasn't able to attend her aunt's funeral but she offerd prayers for her departed loved one.
Three days after the interment, something spooky happened again to Marie.
She arrived home from office at around 10 that evening. As she was opening her door, she was saw three butterflies coming out of her room.
Marie knew that sometimes spirits take the form of butterflies and visit their living relatives. She took this as a significant sign.
The three bright brown butterflies hovered near her head. Suddenly, she felt something cold. She felt the peculiar presence of someone else joining her in her pad.
This frightened her for she had a feeling the three butterflies were her aunt, her uncle and her dad.
Although she was used to spirits making their presence felt to her, she was scared ot the idea that her loved ones, someone she knew, would be manifesting themselves to her.She frantically grabbed the doorknob and stumled into her pad. She wanted to run and hide under the covers of her bed.
As the butterflies neared her, smoke began forming out of thin air. Slowly it began taking the shape of woman.
BANG!!!
She kicked the door shut before the figure could fully materialize and locked it tight.
She then jumped straight into bed, skipping dinner and escaping another scary apparition.
Lunes, Mayo 23, 2011
The Art of the Demon Chapter 3
"Who's she?" Matthew asked Kate as he looks at a pretty girl walking while they were eating in the canteen.
"Well, I don't expect you to know her. But she is Alynna, cheerleader of St. Patrice University's pep squad." Kate answered as she finished her lunch. "I know her because she's popular and I've been searching for things in this university."
"Ah yeah. Of course. That beauty of hers, I'm not surprised at all why she became a cheerleader, not at all--"
"Hey, can we seat here? We can't find any other vacant seats.." a girl in glasses asked, she was with a tall guy in glasses too. They both looked genius.
"Sure!" Kate replied cheerfully.
"Thanks!" the girl in glasses said. "I'm Marissa by the way."
"Hi, I'm Kate. He is Matthew, my friend." Kate said and introduced Matthew to them, Matthew merely smiled, quite shy.
"He's Jake, my friend too." Marissa said, introducing a tall guy in glasses.
The rest of the lunch developed into a new group of friends. Matthew didn't find anything bad to dislike Marissa and Jake. They were both humble and intelligent. Both of them take Political Science course and were blockmates. Kate also admires them. Matthew starts feeling comfortable now with two new friends in the university. "I'm finally getting used here." he thought while walking home.
***
3 days later, a university-wide breaking news spread. The Patrician, what the students of St. Patrice University call themselves, were aroused. The popular girl and cheerleader Alynna San Miguel was missing. Some students say she was killed and burned so that her body wouldn't be find etcetera, others say she was kidnapped, a few people claim that they saw her running away with her boyfriend probably to live together. However, the truth is yet to be revealed. All of these rumors are just rumors. Besides, according to Alynna's closest friends, she has no boyfriend. The rumor spreaders are just making up stories according to them.
"Have you heard the latest news?" Marissa asked her friends in a low voice as she settle in their table while eating their lunch at the canteen. Matthew looked skeptical, Jake and Kate looked at Marissa like they're silently saying "What?".
"That Osama bin Laden's dead?" Kate said, quite amused to herself.
"No, not that. Of course, you didn't know." Marissa said. "The popular girl, Alynna has been missing for 3 days!"
"What?" Matthew said, surprised. "I mean, I just first saw her three days ago. And she's gone missing also three days ago?"
"Looks like you admire her." Jake said then chuckled.
"And that makes you a suspect." Kate said, chuckling harder. "Kidding."
"Anyway, who told you about this story?" Matthew asked Marissa, ignoring Kate and Jake.
"It's all over the school. Actually, I was being sarcastic when I said that 'of course, you guys didn't know.' It actually makes me wonder why you guys didn't know."
"Is it in the school papers already?" Kate asked.
"Nah, not yet. Maybe if Alynna will not be found in the next couple of days, it'll be in the school papers, even in Manila times or other popular broadsheets."
"So sad.." Matthew muttered to himself and frowned.
Alynna's disappearance continues to be the hottest topic in the school. Everyone's wondering, some people continue to speculate, others are happy because they're envying Alynna so bad that they want her gone, others are sad..and the members of the pep squad are eying the 'cheerleader' position.
Kate bid goodbye to Matthew, Marissa, and Jake. It was already 4pm and their classes already ended. Among the four of them, she's the only one who uses gate four. Matthew, Marissa, and Jake enter and exit at the gate one because it's nearer to their places.
But before exiting the school, Kate decided to drop by at the nearest comfort room to pee and to fix herself. She entered the women's C.R, then she tried to push open all the first four cubicle doors one by one, but all of the doors were locked. So she ended up using the fifth and the last cubicle. As she sits in the toilet, she heard slight thumping in the rest of four cubicles. She wondered what are they doing in there. Are they using the toilet or 'partying partying fun fun fun'. "It's not weekend yet." Kate thought and chucled slightly at her own joke, remembering Rebecca Black's viral music video 'Friday'.
After a few minutes, Kate went out of the cubicle, the slight thumpings stopped making her wonder. She ducked down and peek at the other cubicles from the bottom to find out what are they doing. She saw there's no one inside all four cubicles after peeking.
She then ignored it. She went to take a glance at herself in the mirror then applied face power and combed her hair, when suddenly, the thumpings in all five cubicles started and now stronger. Kate turned to look at the doors, flabbergasted.
"Is this some kind of a prank or what?" Kate said, her tone shaky, though she's not expecting a reply.
The thumpings continued and got stronger and stronger and stronger.
BLAG BLAG BLAG. It didn't stop. Kate thought of running out of the comfort room but she can't. She stood there frozen because of the terror she's feeling.
Then..
The door creaks open. Her Science professor entered.
"Ms. ahmmm.. Ms. Kate, what's the matter? Are you okay?" Prof. Perez asked.
"Yes ma'am." Kate responded, her voice still shaky.
Kate walked out of the room. Prof. Perez looked at her suspiciously as she walks.
What was the thumpings all about? Who or what thing on earth made those sounds? Kate wondered as she walks to exit the building. Her knees are weakened and shaky. She's never been that scared before. At the time, it's the creepiest thing that happened to her.
-PandemiC-
Watch out for the next chapters of The Art of the Demon during Mondays and Fridays at 7:00PM (Philippine Time) and 4:00AM (Washington, USA time)
Linggo, Mayo 22, 2011
Ate
It was one Saturday night when Alwyn, a first year college student, called her older cousin, Jaja, to stay with him even at least up to 10pm. 10pm is the curfew for the visitors in that specific condo tower for students.
“Ate, pwede mo ba akong samahan dito sa room ko kahit hanggang 10 lang ?” Alwyn texted her ate. Alwyn is a masscom student in one university in the university belt in Manila. He is from Cebu, that’s why he depends on his older cousins whenever he needs something.
"Ha? Bakit? Ok, I’ll be there.” replied Jaja.
“Tnx ate. D best ka talaga! Hehe..”
Her ate arrived at 5pm in his room.
“Bakit mo ako pinapunta dito Al? May kelangan ka ba?” Jaja asked.
“Wala naman ate. Nalulungkot lang ako kasi mag isa lang ako dito. Yung mga room mates ko umuwi sa kanila kasi malapit lang naman mga province nila. ” Alwyn answered with sadness painted on his face.
“Kawawa ka naman pala. Sige, I’ll stay with you kahit hanggang mamayang gabi lang. Suggestion ko lang, matulog ka bago mag 10pm para may kasama ka sa pagtulog mo. ”
“Okay ate. Salamat talaga ha.”
“Oo ba. Basta ikaw.”
The 2 bonded for that day. One bought 1.5 coke, one bought big chips, and they
watched movie all the time and chitchat until 9pm arrived.
“Alwyn, tulog ka na. Alis ako 10, at bukas, andito na ako pag gising mo. ”
“Talaga ate, pupunta ka ulit dito bukas?”
“Oo naman. Para sayo."
Then Alwyn already moved to his bed and slept. Awhile later, he was awaken by some movements he heard in the kitchen side. It seems like someone is doing something. Then Alwyn stood up and checked who is in the kitchen.
“Ate? Bat andito ka pa?” Alwyn said and checked the time in his watch. “It’s 1am na ah. Buti at di ka sinita. Astig ka talaga te. Sige, tulog na ulit ako. ”
Jaja is standing in front of the dishes but the lights are turned off.
The next day, one text message made Alwyn cry.
“Anak, ang ate mo, wala na siya. Naaksidente siya kagabi habang umuuwi sa house nila. ” a text message from his mom.
And more than, he also missed 7 calls from her ate. He thought of the image he saw last night. Maybe her ate visited him because he missed the calls from her, he thought.
Alwyn cried all that day and until to this date, he is still depressed and haven't moved on yet because of that
sad and tragic event.
-PandemiC-
P.S: I would like to thank the posters of my stories on PinoyWap.Net. Because of them, I was able to retrieve this post. Thank you! :)
“Ate, pwede mo ba akong samahan dito sa room ko kahit hanggang 10 lang ?” Alwyn texted her ate. Alwyn is a masscom student in one university in the university belt in Manila. He is from Cebu, that’s why he depends on his older cousins whenever he needs something.
"Ha? Bakit? Ok, I’ll be there.” replied Jaja.
“Tnx ate. D best ka talaga! Hehe..”
Her ate arrived at 5pm in his room.
“Bakit mo ako pinapunta dito Al? May kelangan ka ba?” Jaja asked.
“Wala naman ate. Nalulungkot lang ako kasi mag isa lang ako dito. Yung mga room mates ko umuwi sa kanila kasi malapit lang naman mga province nila. ” Alwyn answered with sadness painted on his face.
“Kawawa ka naman pala. Sige, I’ll stay with you kahit hanggang mamayang gabi lang. Suggestion ko lang, matulog ka bago mag 10pm para may kasama ka sa pagtulog mo. ”
“Okay ate. Salamat talaga ha.”
“Oo ba. Basta ikaw.”
The 2 bonded for that day. One bought 1.5 coke, one bought big chips, and they
watched movie all the time and chitchat until 9pm arrived.
“Alwyn, tulog ka na. Alis ako 10, at bukas, andito na ako pag gising mo. ”
“Talaga ate, pupunta ka ulit dito bukas?”
“Oo naman. Para sayo."
Then Alwyn already moved to his bed and slept. Awhile later, he was awaken by some movements he heard in the kitchen side. It seems like someone is doing something. Then Alwyn stood up and checked who is in the kitchen.
“Ate? Bat andito ka pa?” Alwyn said and checked the time in his watch. “It’s 1am na ah. Buti at di ka sinita. Astig ka talaga te. Sige, tulog na ulit ako. ”
Jaja is standing in front of the dishes but the lights are turned off.
The next day, one text message made Alwyn cry.
“Anak, ang ate mo, wala na siya. Naaksidente siya kagabi habang umuuwi sa house nila. ” a text message from his mom.
And more than, he also missed 7 calls from her ate. He thought of the image he saw last night. Maybe her ate visited him because he missed the calls from her, he thought.
Alwyn cried all that day and until to this date, he is still depressed and haven't moved on yet because of that
sad and tragic event.
-PandemiC-
P.S: I would like to thank the posters of my stories on PinoyWap.Net. Because of them, I was able to retrieve this post. Thank you! :)
Sabado, Mayo 21, 2011
I Will Follow You
"condolence pare, were sorry for your lost doug.." Rinig kong pahayag ng kaibigan kong si butch kay doug.
Tumango lang si doug at tipid na ngumiti sa amin.
Tatlo kami sa barkada.
Ako, si butch, at si rain.
Si doug ay kapitbahay at matalik na kaibigan ni butch.
Kilala na namin si doug kahit minsan pa lang namin itong nakasama. Madalas kasi itong makwento ni butch sa amin kaya ganun na lang ang pagkagulat namin nang makareceive kami ng tawag mula kay butch, patay na daw ang tatay ni doug.
Kaya heto kami ngayon, nasa lamay. First night ng lamay.
Doug's father, mang Lito, met an accident isang gabing pauwi ito galing sa opisina.
We patted doug's back as if telling him everything's gonna be okay.
Mag aalas nueve na ng gabi nang dumating kame doon.
Pagpasok namin sa bakuran ng bahay nila,
nadaanan namin ang mga nakalatag na lamesa para sa mga hardcore fans ng sugal.
Present din sa eksena ang mga uzi(usisero/usisera) sa likuran ng mga sugarol habang panay ang dukwang ng mga ito sa plato ng mani, mixed beans, butong pakwan,butong melon at kung anik anik pang buto na pwedeng ngatngatin.
"Ay korek mare, narinig ko nga na may ibang babae yang mister ng kumare mo!" chismis ng isang ginang sa kanyang mga diehard fans na chismosa na tutok na tutok naman sa kanya.
"oist tol,"
Naputol ang aking pagmamasid sa paligid ng siniko ako ni rain.
o
"tara silip tayo sa kabaong. Natatakot akong pumunta magisa eh. Baka bumuka ang mata."
"eh di isara mo kung bumuka. hehe" tugon ko.
"Har-har very funny. I overheard kasi kanina na dapat daw closed casket,kasi medyo hindi raw kid friendly yung mukha nung patay."
Nacurious naman ako sa scoop niya.
"ay, bakit daw?"
Luminga linga muna si rain bago nagsalita. Gamit ang mahinang boses, nagsimula siyang magkwento.
"sumuot daw yung sinasakyan niyang owner type jeepney sa ilalim ng ten wheeler truck. The car was totaled tol. Tsk tsk,"
Umayos ng upo si rain bago muling itinuloy ang pagku-kwento.
"at syempre, asa ka pa bang mabuhay sa ganun? Muntik pa nga daw maputol yung ulo eh. Ang finished product, puro tahi ang mukha. Ang tragic ng death niya noh?" umiiling iling na kwento ni rain.
"Kung makapag emote ka naman akala mo affected ka masyado noh, close kayo nung namatay?"Pabirong sagot ko.
"pero oo nga nho," dagdag ko. "Ang tragic masyado. Pwede namang atakihin na lang, o kaya nakalimutan na lang niyang huminga. Yung ganun para peaceful."
Rain rolled his eyes in response to my weird humor. He fished out his phone from his pocket at nagsimulang tumipa sa keypad nito.
Napasulyap ako sa kabaong. Dalawang matanda ang nakaupo sa gilid nito. I wondered ano kaya ang itsura ng namatay?
"Tol," pukaw ko kay rain.
"huh?" marahang sagot niya without peeling his eyes off of his phone.
"tingnan mo yung dalawang damatands" turo ko sa dalawang oldies gamit ang nguso ko.
"talagang kailangan may bantay sa gilid ng kabaong ano? 24 hours yan. Salit salitan sila. hindi ko alam bakit, pero isa siguro sa mga pamahiin yan."
Nagkibit balikat lang si rain habang nakatingin pa din sa cellphone.
"saka alam mo," pagpapatuloy ko.
"pag yung biktima ay na rape or pinatay, naglalagay ng chick sa ibabaw ng kabaong para sumayaw, este sisiw pala. Hehe. Sabi ng lola ko, kapag may sisiw na kumakayod sa taas ng kabaong, uusigin nito ang konsensiya ng taong lumapastangan sa biktima."
Nag angat ng tingin si rain saka sumagot.
"ganyan yung nakita ko sa tv. Kaya pala."
"wag kang magpanggap rain, wala kayong tv." pabirong banat ko.
"haha, gagu!"
Sumulyap uli ako sa kabaong. I suddenly remember yung mga pamahiin tuwing may patay.
"lam mo," pukaw kong muli kay rain, "kapag inilalabas na ang kabaong sa pinto dapat daw una lagi ang ulo. Saka bawal mauntog ang kabaong sa hamba ng pinto. Kasi may susunod agad na mamamatay."
And I went on by telling rain about one incident. Nauntog yung kabaong sa hamba ng pinto habang nilalabas na. Weeks after, may sumunod na namatay.
Pagdating naman sa simbahan, yung mga bumubuhat would always complain how the coffin would suddenly get heavy.
Biglang bumibigat. Paniniwala ng matatanda na sumasakay ang lahat ng kaluluwang nasa simbahan as a way of welcoming the new member. And then there are numerous accounts where family members would expirience 'dalaw' from their departed ones. Mga naglalakad na sapatos, umuubo, apparations sa mga lugar where the deceased person used to frequent nung nabubuhay pa ito.
"o yan, mainam yan." putol ni rain sa pagkekwento ko. "uunlad ka sa ginagawa mong pananakot saken."
"eto naman walang ka thrill thrill sa buhay. Etong piso, bumili ka ng hapiness sa tindahan para magkaroon ka naman ng konting excitement sa katawan." tumatawang pangaasar ko.
Rain is such a scaredy cat. You wouldn't want him for a friend kung mahilig ka sa mga paranormal things.
I glanced sa side ko to find butch talking to doug. Both have serious faces.
I stood up para silipin yung namatay. Niyaya ko si rain pero parang nagbago na daw ang isip niya. I nudged him a little para tumayo na and reluctantly, he gave in.
Pasimple kaming lumapit sa puting ataul.
The scent of the flowers assailed my noise as we got nearer.
I felt lightheaded as we stand right beside the coffin. There lay doug's dad, cold, and lifeless..
Humpak ang pisngi at bahagyang maga ang ilang bahagi ng mukha nito.
The mortician must have had a very hard time covering up the stiches that run in every direction on his face.
Mang lito's face doesn't seem happy at all, you can almost tell that he died a very painful death.
Kung yung ibang patay ay parang natutulog lang, ibang klase ito.
"tara na," yaya agad ni rain saken. "a little bit more longer at mamemorize ko na yang mukha nya." rain said while looking away.
I obliged and we went back to our seats.
Soon as we were seated, rain asked me kung nasan yung lata ng biscuit that we are supposed to bring.
I gave him a confused look.
"yung lata ng biscuit na dala namen sa inyo kahapon. Diba? Nilagay ko pa sa gilid ng tv rack mo."
I chuckled. I remember seeing a can of biscuits. And remember leaving it half full pagkatapos kainin.
"whaaat? Kinain mo?!Para sa patay yun!"
Rain feigned a shocked expression. "what's new. Masiba ka talaga."
I just smirked at him.
It was almost midnight nang naisipan na naming umuwi.
"tara, daan muna tayo sa bahay nila rain." yaya ko.
Butch gave me a puzzled look.
"kasi diba, wag muna daw didiretso sa bahay pagkauwe pagkagaling sa patay. Kasi susunod yung kaluluwa sayo. Pumunta muna daw elsewhere para iligaw yung spirit, so I suggest we head to rain's place first. Para dun pumunta yung spirito." natatawang biro ko. Being the unbeliever that I am, hindi ako masyadong naniniwala sa mga pamahiin. But yeah I do believe in ghosts.
We all laughed about my idea. They asked me to hang out muna sa starbucks but I refused dahil maaga pa ako gigising kinabukasan. So we parted ways. Ako, dumiretso uwe na para makapagpahinga.
Bad idea. For I was in for the greatest shock of my life...
Pagkabukas ng pinto, napatingin ako sa lata ng biscuit na nasa gilid ng tv rack. Natawa ako ng marahan dahil aksidente kong nakain yun.
I live alone sa flat ko. My friends love going here and would bring foods para may nakakain kami. Akala ko tuloy pagkain namin yung biscuit.
I went straight to my room and took a quick shower before going to bed.
After bathing,I sat on my bed and I was toweling my hair dry when I felt something cold and smooth press against my left foot.
Puzzled, I looked down to see what it was.
Lata ng biscuit.
Vague, I don't remember bringing it to my room. I didnt give much thought about it since im alone. Crazy scary ideas would be the last thing I needed.
Confused, I picked it up to return it sa sala.
After returning the can of biscuit, I paced my way back to my room. Napansin kong malamig ang paligid. Weird I said to myself, since when did it get to be so cold here on a summer's night?
Nagtataka man, binalewala ko na lang yun at dumiretso na sa kwarto. Pagpasok ko,I closed the door and locked it. I
was putting a shirt on para makatulog na nang may maamoy ako.
Amoy bulaklak!
Nagtaka ako.
I sniffed my shirt.
Amoy downy naman.
Inaamoy ko yung paligid.
Amoy bulaklak talaga.
Kinilabutan ako.
Sumunod, napalitan ng amoy ng kandila ang paligid.....
Tension was now building up inside my stomach. My palms were getting sweaty, my heart was beating wildy, I can feel the rush.. Im scared as hell. I thought that was it, but no. It is just the beginning of a long night.
I crept my way towards my bed at umupo sa pinakadulo malapit sa wall. nagkumot ako at kinuha ang lahat ng unan as if maproprotektahan ako ng mga ito.
Naglilikot ang mga mata ko sa paligid.
The smell lasted for about 15 mins. When it died, I heard a knock sa pinto ko. 3 soft knocks. Napatingin ako sa pinto.
"tok tok tok"
With Pulse racing, my heart wanting to jump out of my chest, I reached for my phone beside my bed to call my mom.
And then I heard loud footsteps..
Mabibigat na yabag. Paroot parito.
Panic mode. Gusto kong sumigaw pero anong isisigaw ko?
You can almost tell na kung sino man ang naglalakad na iyon, tumitigil at tumitigil siya sa harap mismo ng pinto ko bago muling maglalakad palayo.
Halos mabaliw ako sa anticipation sa kung ano ang susunod na mangyayari.
Pano kung pumasok siya sa loob ng kwarto?
I gritted my teeth in attempt to calm my raging nerves. Then the footsteps disappeared. Just like that. Snap. Everything went silent. Like the calm after the storm. Shivering, I slowly, I edged towards the left side of my bed.
Then came that awful smell again.
Amoy ng kandila at bulaklak ng patay.
Sa kabila noon ay may maamoy kapa na tila amoy ng nabubulok na karne.
Napakasangsang.
Takot na takot ako ng ng mga oras na yon ate charo. Gusto kong tumakbo pero hindi ko magawa. Gusto kong sumigaw pero para akong pipi.
All of a sudden, the lights went off.
At bumukas ang bintana ko.
Tila mala pelikulang hinangin ang aking mga kurtina. At mula sa dilim,
kitang kita ko ang isang pigura ng tao na nakasideview.
Tila may malamlam na liwanag na nanggagaling mula dito.
Dumaan ito sa bintana ko nang
pagkatagal tagal, animo slow motion.
Just as it was about to reach the middle of the window, it slowly turned its head towards me.
At nakita ko ang mukhang alam ko na hinding hindi ko makakalimutan.
Ang tatay ni doug.
Malungkot ang kanyang mga mata na tumunghay sa akin. Ang kanyang balat ay napakaputla, animo tissue paper.
When it opened its mouth, isang maitim na likido ang tumulo mula dito.
That's it. Everything went blank.
Hinimatay ako sa takot.
The next thing I knew, nakahiga na ako sa sahig at umaga na.
Kinapa ko ang pisngi ko. Panaginip lang ba ang lahat?
Tuliro man ay tumayo na ako mula sa sahig upang tumungo sa kama.
Isang tanong ang paulit ulit na umu-ukilkil sa aking isipan. Totoo ba ang mga nangyari kagabi?
With that in mind, nakaramdam ako ng banayad na ihip ng hangin sa aking katawan. Napatingin ako sa pinagmulan nito.
Bukas ang bintana..
Ang bintana kung saan ko nakita ang kaluluwa ng tatay ni doug.
Isa ito sa mga hinding hindi ko makakalimutan na pagpaparamdam. My clairvoyant friend told me maybe doug's father sensed that I can see them, and that he needed help that's why he followed me.
Story Written by: IAmZevi
Tumango lang si doug at tipid na ngumiti sa amin.
Tatlo kami sa barkada.
Ako, si butch, at si rain.
Si doug ay kapitbahay at matalik na kaibigan ni butch.
Kilala na namin si doug kahit minsan pa lang namin itong nakasama. Madalas kasi itong makwento ni butch sa amin kaya ganun na lang ang pagkagulat namin nang makareceive kami ng tawag mula kay butch, patay na daw ang tatay ni doug.
Kaya heto kami ngayon, nasa lamay. First night ng lamay.
Doug's father, mang Lito, met an accident isang gabing pauwi ito galing sa opisina.
We patted doug's back as if telling him everything's gonna be okay.
Mag aalas nueve na ng gabi nang dumating kame doon.
Pagpasok namin sa bakuran ng bahay nila,
nadaanan namin ang mga nakalatag na lamesa para sa mga hardcore fans ng sugal.
Present din sa eksena ang mga uzi(usisero/usisera) sa likuran ng mga sugarol habang panay ang dukwang ng mga ito sa plato ng mani, mixed beans, butong pakwan,butong melon at kung anik anik pang buto na pwedeng ngatngatin.
"Ay korek mare, narinig ko nga na may ibang babae yang mister ng kumare mo!" chismis ng isang ginang sa kanyang mga diehard fans na chismosa na tutok na tutok naman sa kanya.
"oist tol,"
Naputol ang aking pagmamasid sa paligid ng siniko ako ni rain.
o
"tara silip tayo sa kabaong. Natatakot akong pumunta magisa eh. Baka bumuka ang mata."
"eh di isara mo kung bumuka. hehe" tugon ko.
"Har-har very funny. I overheard kasi kanina na dapat daw closed casket,kasi medyo hindi raw kid friendly yung mukha nung patay."
Nacurious naman ako sa scoop niya.
"ay, bakit daw?"
Luminga linga muna si rain bago nagsalita. Gamit ang mahinang boses, nagsimula siyang magkwento.
"sumuot daw yung sinasakyan niyang owner type jeepney sa ilalim ng ten wheeler truck. The car was totaled tol. Tsk tsk,"
Umayos ng upo si rain bago muling itinuloy ang pagku-kwento.
"at syempre, asa ka pa bang mabuhay sa ganun? Muntik pa nga daw maputol yung ulo eh. Ang finished product, puro tahi ang mukha. Ang tragic ng death niya noh?" umiiling iling na kwento ni rain.
"Kung makapag emote ka naman akala mo affected ka masyado noh, close kayo nung namatay?"Pabirong sagot ko.
"pero oo nga nho," dagdag ko. "Ang tragic masyado. Pwede namang atakihin na lang, o kaya nakalimutan na lang niyang huminga. Yung ganun para peaceful."
Rain rolled his eyes in response to my weird humor. He fished out his phone from his pocket at nagsimulang tumipa sa keypad nito.
Napasulyap ako sa kabaong. Dalawang matanda ang nakaupo sa gilid nito. I wondered ano kaya ang itsura ng namatay?
"Tol," pukaw ko kay rain.
"huh?" marahang sagot niya without peeling his eyes off of his phone.
"tingnan mo yung dalawang damatands" turo ko sa dalawang oldies gamit ang nguso ko.
"talagang kailangan may bantay sa gilid ng kabaong ano? 24 hours yan. Salit salitan sila. hindi ko alam bakit, pero isa siguro sa mga pamahiin yan."
Nagkibit balikat lang si rain habang nakatingin pa din sa cellphone.
"saka alam mo," pagpapatuloy ko.
"pag yung biktima ay na rape or pinatay, naglalagay ng chick sa ibabaw ng kabaong para sumayaw, este sisiw pala. Hehe. Sabi ng lola ko, kapag may sisiw na kumakayod sa taas ng kabaong, uusigin nito ang konsensiya ng taong lumapastangan sa biktima."
Nag angat ng tingin si rain saka sumagot.
"ganyan yung nakita ko sa tv. Kaya pala."
"wag kang magpanggap rain, wala kayong tv." pabirong banat ko.
"haha, gagu!"
Sumulyap uli ako sa kabaong. I suddenly remember yung mga pamahiin tuwing may patay.
"lam mo," pukaw kong muli kay rain, "kapag inilalabas na ang kabaong sa pinto dapat daw una lagi ang ulo. Saka bawal mauntog ang kabaong sa hamba ng pinto. Kasi may susunod agad na mamamatay."
And I went on by telling rain about one incident. Nauntog yung kabaong sa hamba ng pinto habang nilalabas na. Weeks after, may sumunod na namatay.
Pagdating naman sa simbahan, yung mga bumubuhat would always complain how the coffin would suddenly get heavy.
Biglang bumibigat. Paniniwala ng matatanda na sumasakay ang lahat ng kaluluwang nasa simbahan as a way of welcoming the new member. And then there are numerous accounts where family members would expirience 'dalaw' from their departed ones. Mga naglalakad na sapatos, umuubo, apparations sa mga lugar where the deceased person used to frequent nung nabubuhay pa ito.
"o yan, mainam yan." putol ni rain sa pagkekwento ko. "uunlad ka sa ginagawa mong pananakot saken."
"eto naman walang ka thrill thrill sa buhay. Etong piso, bumili ka ng hapiness sa tindahan para magkaroon ka naman ng konting excitement sa katawan." tumatawang pangaasar ko.
Rain is such a scaredy cat. You wouldn't want him for a friend kung mahilig ka sa mga paranormal things.
I glanced sa side ko to find butch talking to doug. Both have serious faces.
I stood up para silipin yung namatay. Niyaya ko si rain pero parang nagbago na daw ang isip niya. I nudged him a little para tumayo na and reluctantly, he gave in.
Pasimple kaming lumapit sa puting ataul.
The scent of the flowers assailed my noise as we got nearer.
I felt lightheaded as we stand right beside the coffin. There lay doug's dad, cold, and lifeless..
Humpak ang pisngi at bahagyang maga ang ilang bahagi ng mukha nito.
The mortician must have had a very hard time covering up the stiches that run in every direction on his face.
Mang lito's face doesn't seem happy at all, you can almost tell that he died a very painful death.
Kung yung ibang patay ay parang natutulog lang, ibang klase ito.
"tara na," yaya agad ni rain saken. "a little bit more longer at mamemorize ko na yang mukha nya." rain said while looking away.
I obliged and we went back to our seats.
Soon as we were seated, rain asked me kung nasan yung lata ng biscuit that we are supposed to bring.
I gave him a confused look.
"yung lata ng biscuit na dala namen sa inyo kahapon. Diba? Nilagay ko pa sa gilid ng tv rack mo."
I chuckled. I remember seeing a can of biscuits. And remember leaving it half full pagkatapos kainin.
"whaaat? Kinain mo?!Para sa patay yun!"
Rain feigned a shocked expression. "what's new. Masiba ka talaga."
I just smirked at him.
It was almost midnight nang naisipan na naming umuwi.
"tara, daan muna tayo sa bahay nila rain." yaya ko.
Butch gave me a puzzled look.
"kasi diba, wag muna daw didiretso sa bahay pagkauwe pagkagaling sa patay. Kasi susunod yung kaluluwa sayo. Pumunta muna daw elsewhere para iligaw yung spirit, so I suggest we head to rain's place first. Para dun pumunta yung spirito." natatawang biro ko. Being the unbeliever that I am, hindi ako masyadong naniniwala sa mga pamahiin. But yeah I do believe in ghosts.
We all laughed about my idea. They asked me to hang out muna sa starbucks but I refused dahil maaga pa ako gigising kinabukasan. So we parted ways. Ako, dumiretso uwe na para makapagpahinga.
Bad idea. For I was in for the greatest shock of my life...
Pagkabukas ng pinto, napatingin ako sa lata ng biscuit na nasa gilid ng tv rack. Natawa ako ng marahan dahil aksidente kong nakain yun.
I live alone sa flat ko. My friends love going here and would bring foods para may nakakain kami. Akala ko tuloy pagkain namin yung biscuit.
I went straight to my room and took a quick shower before going to bed.
After bathing,I sat on my bed and I was toweling my hair dry when I felt something cold and smooth press against my left foot.
Puzzled, I looked down to see what it was.
Lata ng biscuit.
Vague, I don't remember bringing it to my room. I didnt give much thought about it since im alone. Crazy scary ideas would be the last thing I needed.
Confused, I picked it up to return it sa sala.
After returning the can of biscuit, I paced my way back to my room. Napansin kong malamig ang paligid. Weird I said to myself, since when did it get to be so cold here on a summer's night?
Nagtataka man, binalewala ko na lang yun at dumiretso na sa kwarto. Pagpasok ko,I closed the door and locked it. I
was putting a shirt on para makatulog na nang may maamoy ako.
Amoy bulaklak!
Nagtaka ako.
I sniffed my shirt.
Amoy downy naman.
Inaamoy ko yung paligid.
Amoy bulaklak talaga.
Kinilabutan ako.
Sumunod, napalitan ng amoy ng kandila ang paligid.....
Tension was now building up inside my stomach. My palms were getting sweaty, my heart was beating wildy, I can feel the rush.. Im scared as hell. I thought that was it, but no. It is just the beginning of a long night.
I crept my way towards my bed at umupo sa pinakadulo malapit sa wall. nagkumot ako at kinuha ang lahat ng unan as if maproprotektahan ako ng mga ito.
Naglilikot ang mga mata ko sa paligid.
The smell lasted for about 15 mins. When it died, I heard a knock sa pinto ko. 3 soft knocks. Napatingin ako sa pinto.
"tok tok tok"
With Pulse racing, my heart wanting to jump out of my chest, I reached for my phone beside my bed to call my mom.
And then I heard loud footsteps..
Mabibigat na yabag. Paroot parito.
Panic mode. Gusto kong sumigaw pero anong isisigaw ko?
You can almost tell na kung sino man ang naglalakad na iyon, tumitigil at tumitigil siya sa harap mismo ng pinto ko bago muling maglalakad palayo.
Halos mabaliw ako sa anticipation sa kung ano ang susunod na mangyayari.
Pano kung pumasok siya sa loob ng kwarto?
I gritted my teeth in attempt to calm my raging nerves. Then the footsteps disappeared. Just like that. Snap. Everything went silent. Like the calm after the storm. Shivering, I slowly, I edged towards the left side of my bed.
Then came that awful smell again.
Amoy ng kandila at bulaklak ng patay.
Sa kabila noon ay may maamoy kapa na tila amoy ng nabubulok na karne.
Napakasangsang.
Takot na takot ako ng ng mga oras na yon ate charo. Gusto kong tumakbo pero hindi ko magawa. Gusto kong sumigaw pero para akong pipi.
All of a sudden, the lights went off.
At bumukas ang bintana ko.
Tila mala pelikulang hinangin ang aking mga kurtina. At mula sa dilim,
kitang kita ko ang isang pigura ng tao na nakasideview.
Tila may malamlam na liwanag na nanggagaling mula dito.
Dumaan ito sa bintana ko nang
pagkatagal tagal, animo slow motion.
Just as it was about to reach the middle of the window, it slowly turned its head towards me.
At nakita ko ang mukhang alam ko na hinding hindi ko makakalimutan.
Ang tatay ni doug.
Malungkot ang kanyang mga mata na tumunghay sa akin. Ang kanyang balat ay napakaputla, animo tissue paper.
When it opened its mouth, isang maitim na likido ang tumulo mula dito.
That's it. Everything went blank.
Hinimatay ako sa takot.
The next thing I knew, nakahiga na ako sa sahig at umaga na.
Kinapa ko ang pisngi ko. Panaginip lang ba ang lahat?
Tuliro man ay tumayo na ako mula sa sahig upang tumungo sa kama.
Isang tanong ang paulit ulit na umu-ukilkil sa aking isipan. Totoo ba ang mga nangyari kagabi?
With that in mind, nakaramdam ako ng banayad na ihip ng hangin sa aking katawan. Napatingin ako sa pinagmulan nito.
Bukas ang bintana..
Ang bintana kung saan ko nakita ang kaluluwa ng tatay ni doug.
Isa ito sa mga hinding hindi ko makakalimutan na pagpaparamdam. My clairvoyant friend told me maybe doug's father sensed that I can see them, and that he needed help that's why he followed me.
Story Written by: IAmZevi
Back In Time
Ed's Note: This is a rewritten post. The original Back in Time post was erased when PinoyScaryBlog.com closed without prior notice. I decided to rewrite this story since it's one of my most popular short stories before. -PandemiC-
This story was told to my mom by her friend when she was still a college student. One of her friends shifted from medicine to journalism. Nevertheless, she kept her friendship with her friends in college of medicine.
According to her, their professor assigned an individual project for the students. Their project is to write a feature article about an old or ancestral house. Let's hide the story teller's name to the name of Mila. (LOL sorry, I forgot what name did I use when I gave the story teller a code name in the original Back in Time post)
Since Mila have no idea where can she find an ancestral or old houses in the city, she decided to go to her hometown in Pampanga. She knew an ancestral house near their place. She arrived at Pampanga at 4:00PM. She didn't drop by at their home, but instead, went directly to the ancestral house.
She arrived. She tried to call for someone from the gate, and later on, the caretaker saw her. The house is very old. As far as Mila knows, the house looks like it was built in late 1800s. The gate's paint are already torn off, and portions of the steel gate are very rusty and looks like it's about to collapse anytime..
"Good afternoon." Mila greeted the caretaker. When Mila was still in high school, she always sees the caretaker every time she walks by the house but it was her first time to talk to him.
"Good afternoon. Can I help you?" the caretaker asked.
"Ahmmmm.. Sir, I'm a journalism student. I was just wondering if I could come in to observe, and interview you or the owner because I need to write a feature post about an old or ancestral house?" Mila still mentioned the 'owner' but she didn't believe that the owner is inside.
"Wait, I'll ask the owner. Can you wait?" The old caretaker said politely.
"Yes, of course." Mila responded. The old man caretaker then set off inside the house. Mila was quite surprised that there's still an owner living in the house.
"You can come in now." the old caretaker said a minute after. Then he opened the gate for Mila to enter.
The ancestral house is very old but very elegant. The garden outside it is still very alive and looks like as if it was just planted. When Mila looked back, she realized that the gate wasn't old, rusty, and soon to collapse at all. It was newly painted by white, the steel gate complete and stainless. Mila thought for a second, "Am I forgetful now or my eyes are just weakening?"
The house is almost an all-wood house, except for the staircase to the main door which is made by cement.
The caretaker opened the door for Mila. Mila entered. When she entered, she saw a very beautiful, vintage chandelier. It was above the living area. In the living area, there is a wooden sofa, there seated the owner. He was an old man, with tobacco in his mouth, wearing an old khaki pants, old shoes, and his left foot rested to his right.
"Good afternoon, madam. So, how can I help you?" the man asked.
"I'm Mila, sir. I just came here to ask you some questions about this house because it is our project. That's if you're willing to help me, sir." Mila said politely.
"Of course, I am. I am Gregorio, by the way. Have a seat."
Then Mila asked Gregorio at least 12 questions about the house when a vintage looking Spanish lady went down from the second floor. She looked at Mila, then at Gregorio, and said "We were just wondering if we could play your music while we are waiting for you upstairs?"
To her, Gregorio said, "Of course, of course. Go on." Then Mila continued asking. After a couple of minutes, three people went down and then one of them said "We're gonna go now. We still have a theater show to catch." Mila wondered, "Theater show?"
Mila is already feeling the oddness of the environment of the house. The three people are also looking vintage. They look like as if they were the rich people during the Spanish colonization. Plus, is it really normal to say that you still have a theater show to catch during this modern times?
Then the music played. To which made Mila wonder even more. The music that was played was very old and unrecognizable to modern people of the 1980's. It gave Mila the thought that maybe it's a prank joke or something like that. They act as if the time is really in the late 1800's.
Mila continued the interview, and when she finished, she said "Thank you very much sir for your time. Thank you sir. I'm done. I'm going to go now. Again, thank you very much."
"No problem. I always help people if I can. Thank you for choosing to feature my house too. Wait, don't you want to wander through the house to make your feature post better?" the old man said as he smokes."
It is part of Mila's plans to wander through the house, but "No thanks. I realized that the information I have gotten from your sir is already enough. Thank you." But the truth is, she's already feeling the creeps of the house and she wants to leave immediately.
"Okay then."
Then Mila left. When she got out of the house, the caretaker was there and led her to the gate. Mila merely smiled at the caretaker before exiting the gate. Mila looked at her watch, and she found out that it was already 7:00PM! She can completely remember that she got there at 4:00PM. And the interview couldn't have possibly last for 3 hours. She turned around to look at the house again, but she was crept out when she saw the gate was old, rusty, and looking like it was about to collapse again. And the painting in the house was also torn off and looking like it was a hundred years old or so. And the plants in the garden that she saw earlier are already withered. When she saw the plants earlier, it seems as if it was just newly planted. She felt the goosebumps through her body now.
The lights of the vintage chandelier should also reflect in the window of the house but it didn't because it isn't lit anymore.
Mila felt as if she was in a nightmare. She ran to get away from the house. Someone saw her and asked her "Did you enter in the house?" a woman asked.
"Yes." Mila responded.
"How did you enter then?" the woman asked again.
"The caretaker let me in. I interviewed the owner of the house." Mila said, trying to sound calm and okay.
"Are you crazy? No one lives there anymore! The caretaker died last month and the owners are not living there."
Mila didn't respond. She find her self dumb stricken to what she discovered. After that, she did a little research about the house and found out that an old Filipino-Spanish family lived there in the late 1800s. They are a rich family. And according to what she read, there is a small group that meets nightly at the house to have a meeting in how are they going to get rid of Indio-Filipinos or the poor pure Filipino families of the old times. The group is said to be one of the most discriminative groups at the times and loves to kill poor Filipinos.
She never returned to that house anymore.
Gusi ng Ginto
We are a group of families na nakatira sa isang compund. Ang family namen ay nakatira sa pinakadulo ng looban na iyon. Ang mga kamaganak naman namin ay nakatira naman sa bandang harap.
Even before pa, it is rumored na may mga gusi ng ginto na nakabaon sa mga lupa namin. Katunayan ay tuwing gabi, may makikita kang santelmo (ball of fire believed to be guarding an ancient treasure) na lumulutang at mawawala bigla sa isang bahagi ng
lupa.
Walang bakuran sila mang encho so guess where they
dug? Sa loob ng bahay nila. Sa labas, mukhang normal na bahay lang. Pero pagpasok mo, para kang nasa loob ng minahan sa india. Pinagbawalan kaming magpipinsan na lumapit man lang doon dahil baka daw gumuho yung hukay.
When I was able to see the hole they were digging, I was shocked ….To be continued… Joke joke joke! Hehe! The large gaping hole is so deep, kasya ang 3-storey
na bahay.
Everyone was fearing na baka magcollapse yung bahay dahil wala ng
foundation sa loob
It was pitch dark when we arrived. The house looked very sinister mula sa malayo. Madaming puno ang nakapaligid dito. Wala pang installed na electricity doon nung pumunta kame.
Kaya madilim. The house stands several meters away sa maalikabok na daan. So dadaanan mo pa yung mga puno mg duhat, manga, santol, camachile, at tamarind bago ka makapasok.
Ito pa ang mas disturbing na pangyayari na kinwento na lang ni mama saken nung umuwe ako para maki lamay.
ISIP.
Manang leony died of brain
anerysm.
PUSO.
Mang raon died of heart
attack.
KATAWAN.
Aling beani had multiple
organ failure. Her whole
body was swelling(edema).
Even before pa, it is rumored na may mga gusi ng ginto na nakabaon sa mga lupa namin. Katunayan ay tuwing gabi, may makikita kang santelmo (ball of fire believed to be guarding an ancient treasure) na lumulutang at mawawala bigla sa isang bahagi ng
lupa.
Kahit totoo pa ito, kami ay hindi interesado. Mas naniniwala kami na magsumikap ka lang, mapapa saiyo ang karangyaan na minimithi mo. Kaba ligtaran naman ito ng mga pamilya sa harap.
Kaya naman ang pamilya ni mang encho ay naisipang hukayin ang ginto. Nagsimula ito ng napanaginipan ni mang encho (kamaganak namen), ang isang ubod ng gandang
lalake na nagsabing may gusi ng ginto sa ilalim ng lupa nila. Ang lalake ay ubod ng puti. Maging ang kulay ng buhok,kilay at pilikmata nito ay puti. Napakagwapo daw nito. Being the sarcastic that we are, we laughed at their silly notion.
lalake na nagsabing may gusi ng ginto sa ilalim ng lupa nila. Ang lalake ay ubod ng puti. Maging ang kulay ng buhok,kilay at pilikmata nito ay puti. Napakagwapo daw nito. Being the sarcastic that we are, we laughed at their silly notion.
Walang bakuran sila mang encho so guess where they
dug? Sa loob ng bahay nila. Sa labas, mukhang normal na bahay lang. Pero pagpasok mo, para kang nasa loob ng minahan sa india. Pinagbawalan kaming magpipinsan na lumapit man lang doon dahil baka daw gumuho yung hukay.
Pero syempre curious ako! Hehe!
When I was able to see the hole they were digging, I was shocked ….To be continued… Joke joke joke! Hehe! The large gaping hole is so deep, kasya ang 3-storey
na bahay.
Everyone was fearing na baka magcollapse yung bahay dahil wala ng
foundation sa loob
.
I don’t know how many weeks silang naghuhukay until one takipsilim, finally they stumbled upon a little black chest. The little sinister-loking chest looked very jaded. Several engravings could be seen on its anterior. They didn’t have any hard time opening it. While opening it, the trees outside swayed kahit walang hangin.
It was written in Latin. (dont ask me what the
words are, I forgot it)
Still euphoric over the little treasure they’ve uncovered, they threw the parchment away and continued rejoicing. None of us knew the horror that was about to unfold. Lagim na dala ng itim na baul. Later that night, my brother had an ominous dream. A very goodlooking guy with horns was hovering just above mang encho ’s house.
I don’t know how many weeks silang naghuhukay until one takipsilim, finally they stumbled upon a little black chest. The little sinister-loking chest looked very jaded. Several engravings could be seen on its anterior. They didn’t have any hard time opening it. While opening it, the trees outside swayed kahit walang hangin.
There placed inside, was a good 4-inch glistening bars of gold. 3 bars of gold. Everyone exclaimed in disbelief!
“ mayaman na tayo!” shouted everyone in the room.
Soon as they lifted the bars out of the chest, a piece of white parchment fell. Mang encho picked it up to examine it.Something was written on it. Mang encho gave the parchment to his son to
further analyze it.
further analyze it.
Ray shrugged his shoulders in response. None of them can understand the writings on
the parchment.
the parchment.
How can they understand it?
It was written in Latin. (dont ask me what the
words are, I forgot it)
Still euphoric over the little treasure they’ve uncovered, they threw the parchment away and continued rejoicing. None of us knew the horror that was about to unfold. Lagim na dala ng itim na baul. Later that night, my brother had an ominous dream. A very goodlooking guy with horns was hovering just above mang encho ’s house.
Its skin was red and it has hooves instead of fingertoe nails. It was giving my brother a devilish grin. Right below the man’s feet, lay 3 black coffins. My brother, (lets call him derek) didn ’t give it much thought. Hindi niya alam, sign na pala yun. When my mom learned about my brother ’s
dream, she sought for some help. My mom by the way, can predict things thru her dreams. (she dreamt about the great earthquake in the 90 ’s buts that’s another story)
Lumapit si mama sa isang albularyo-slash-manghuhula-slash-manggagamot para itanong yung dream ng bro ko. What my mom learned was by far the most shocking revelation to her. Tatlong buhay daw ang kukunin. Then My mom related the story about the little treasure sa albularyo na nakuha ng mga kamaganak namen sa harap.
dream, she sought for some help. My mom by the way, can predict things thru her dreams. (she dreamt about the great earthquake in the 90 ’s buts that’s another story)
Lumapit si mama sa isang albularyo-slash-manghuhula-slash-manggagamot para itanong yung dream ng bro ko. What my mom learned was by far the most shocking revelation to her. Tatlong buhay daw ang kukunin. Then My mom related the story about the little treasure sa albularyo na nakuha ng mga kamaganak namen sa harap.
The witchdoctor gave my mom a very worried expression. They need to cast a protection sa house namin (diba nga yung house namin nasa dulo ng compound). Para hindi kami madamay sa sumpa.
Kahit hindi kami kasama sa naghukay, pwede kaming madamay kasi related kami sa kanila. Syempre sinabi namen kila mang encho. They dismissed our concern kasi daw inggit lang kami. Yung katabi nilang bahay, dun nakatira sila uncle lloyd(siya yung nasa red
shirt story ko). Sinabihan din namin sila uncle lloyd and fortunately, naniwala sila. Ganun din ang ginawa ni mama sa iba pang kapatid ni mang encho pero ayaw nilang maniwala so kebs diba?
shirt story ko). Sinabihan din namin sila uncle lloyd and fortunately, naniwala sila. Ganun din ang ginawa ni mama sa iba pang kapatid ni mang encho pero ayaw nilang maniwala so kebs diba?
Here is the freakiest part. Yung family namen, (mama,tita,lola,cuzins at kami ng kapatid ko) along with uncle lloyd ’s family, kami lang yun mga
naniniwala dun sa albularyo.
naniniwala dun sa albularyo.
Sila mang encho, kasama ibang kapatid niya, mina mock lang kami. Mayroong bahay sa barrio sila uncle lloyd. Doon sila nagstay kung anihan at magtatanim lang so they aren't frequent to the place. Yung house nila doon ay magisang nakatirik sa gitna ng bukid.
Super dilim din sa paligid dahil wala ngang mga kalapit na bahay. If you may ask bakit doon pa sa barrio kami nagpunta para mag alay? Kasi mayroon daw family ng mababait na engkanto ang nakatira doon. Maybe they could help us. So off we go to the barrio. Ako, si mama, si uncle lloyd at ate niya,dad ni uncle lloyd, saka yung albularyo lang ang nagpunta. (ayaw ako isama kaso nagpilit ako hehe)
It was pitch dark when we arrived. The house looked very sinister mula sa malayo. Madaming puno ang nakapaligid dito. Wala pang installed na electricity doon nung pumunta kame.
Kaya madilim. The house stands several meters away sa maalikabok na daan. So dadaanan mo pa yung mga puno mg duhat, manga, santol, camachile, at tamarind bago ka makapasok.
Takot na takot ako nun kasi ang daming kwento tungkol sa lugar na yun. Name it, that place has it! Kapre, dwende, tikbalang, whitelady, paring
pugot ang ulo, lalaking hubad na umiiyak in pain habang may hila hilang tanikala..
pugot ang ulo, lalaking hubad na umiiyak in pain habang may hila hilang tanikala..
Musta naman diba?
Buti na lang wala akong nakita. So pumasok na kami sa madilim na bakuran. Kami nila mama, we settled sa isang lugar while tahimik na nakamasid dun sa albularyo na nag ooffer at nagdadasal sa ilalim ng isang puno sa gilid ng bahay.
Hulaan niyo kung ano mga alay namin?
7 black cigar.
7 black candles.
7 black stones.
Isang alak na nakalagay sa
black bottle container.
3/4 margarine
2 cloves of garlic
1 onion
Water.
Flour .
Kumuha ng isang malinis na
lalagyan at paghalu haluin
ang mga sangkap.
Joke.
7 black candles.
7 black stones.
Isang alak na nakalagay sa
black bottle container.
3/4 margarine
2 cloves of garlic
1 onion
Water.
Flour .
Kumuha ng isang malinis na
lalagyan at paghalu haluin
ang mga sangkap.
Joke.
So ayun. After mag alay, sumakay na kaming lahat sa jeep nila uncle lloyd para
umuwe na. Babalikan nila bukas yung alay kung effective ba or hindi.
umuwe na. Babalikan nila bukas yung alay kung effective ba or hindi.
Nung nakasakay na kaming lahat at umaandar na yung jeep, sumigaw yung ate ni uncle lloyd. Napatingin kami sa kanya. We saw her pointing towards the house.
And there, just beside the house where the offerings were placed, 3 candles were lit. Mabuti sana kung nakasindi lang. May tatlong tao na hindi kita ang mukha ang nakahawak sa kandila.
Nagpanic lahat. Walang paa at mukha yung mga nilalang na may hawak sa kandila. I swear muntik akong himatayin sa takot!
And there, just beside the house where the offerings were placed, 3 candles were lit. Mabuti sana kung nakasindi lang. May tatlong tao na hindi kita ang mukha ang nakahawak sa kandila.
Nagpanic lahat. Walang paa at mukha yung mga nilalang na may hawak sa kandila. I swear muntik akong himatayin sa takot!
I thought hindi na kami makakauwe nun eh! Nalaman ko na lang kinabukasan na kulang ng
tigtatatlo yung mga Inalay. Tatlo nanaman. Nakausap ng albularyo yung engkanto doon at nalaman daw na matindi daw yung demon na na
unleashed nila mang encho.
tigtatatlo yung mga Inalay. Tatlo nanaman. Nakausap ng albularyo yung engkanto doon at nalaman daw na matindi daw yung demon na na
unleashed nila mang encho.
Kapalit nung tatlong ginto ay buhay daw at wala ng magagawa para ireverse yung sumpa. Fortunately, yung family namen at nila uncle lloyd ay safe dahil iga guard daw kami nung mga good enfkanto!
To cut the story short, after one month, unang namatay yung wifey ni
mang encho. Nasa baguio na ako that time studying nung nalaman ko yung
masamang balita.
mang encho. Nasa baguio na ako that time studying nung nalaman ko yung
masamang balita.
Dun sila nagsisi.
Ang nakakatakot pa, hindi nila matanggap ang pagkamatay ng asawa niya
kaya may kinuha silang albularyo na bubuhay daw
sa wifey niya.
kaya may kinuha silang albularyo na bubuhay daw
sa wifey niya.
Ito pa ang mas disturbing na pangyayari na kinwento na lang ni mama saken nung umuwe ako para maki lamay.
That day nung namatay yung wifey ni mang encho, hindi pa nila diniretso sa punerarya. Kasi pwede pa daw mabuhay. Pauwe na si mom ko galing work. Since dulo pa yung bahay
namen, madadaanan nya muna yung bahay nila mang encho.
namen, madadaanan nya muna yung bahay nila mang encho.
Nagulat daw siya bakit may papag sa daanan at may nakahiga pa! Eh gabi na noon at madilim
pa. Pagkalapit niya, si manang leony pala.
Stiff na stiff daw yung body kasi umaga pa namatay. Kinilabutan si mama so nagmadali na siyang malakad.
Pagkauwe niya, nadatnan niya yung cuz kong babae umiiyak. So mom asked her why.
My cuzin said earlier daw, yung anak ni mang encho, pinipilit siyang gawing instrument para buhayin si manang leony.
Apparently, they needed three virgins, three black chickens and black candles. Tatapakan daw nila yung bangkay while yung albularyo na nakuha nila ay magchachant ng prayer. Weird thing was hindi daw makapasok yung albularyo na yon sa bakuran namen. he was keeping a good distance away from our gate like na parang may nagbabantay sa gate at di siya makapasok.
I freaked out sa story ni mama.
I mean that is so insane! Mabuti na lang hindi pumayag sila tita at mga lola ko. Sumunod na namatay yung kuya ni mang encho, si mang Raon Tapos yung kapatid niyang babae, si aling beani.
2weeks lang ang mga pagitan. Lahat sila biglaang
namatay. They were healthy and were doing fine, tapos the
next day, patay na sila.
namatay. They were healthy and were doing fine, tapos the
next day, patay na sila.
Kahit na may findings ang doctor sa pagkamatay nila, we still know better.
After one year, nalaman namen ang ibig sabihin nung note na kasama sa
ginto.
ginto.
(courtes y of uncle lloyd)
The words written on the parchment meant:
Akin kayo.
Isip.
Puso.
Katawan.
Isip.
Puso.
Katawan.
ISIP.
Manang leony died of brain
anerysm.
PUSO.
Mang raon died of heart
attack.
KATAWAN.
Aling beani had multiple
organ failure. Her whole
body was swelling(edema).
Up to this day, whenever pinaguusap an namen yan, kinikilabutan pa din kami. At thankful kay God kasi hindi niya kami hinayaan mapahamak.
Whew. Natapos din. Hope you liked my story. This story happened 7 years ago and until now hindi ko pa din maintindihan yung mga turn of events na kumuha ng tatlong buhay.
Story Written by: IAmZevi
P.S: IAmZevi is one of my fellow authors/writers in the old PinoyScaryBlog.Com. Gusi ng Ginto is one of his most popular posts. I wonder where he is right now. I mean, if he still writes stories. I've always been a fan of his stories. Haha. One of my inspirations when I started writing. -PandemiC-
Biyernes, Mayo 20, 2011
Dorm Party
It was already 7PM when Rudy finished all his houseworks. He really made sure that all his works are well done because it's the key for his mother to allow him to go to his friend's mini party.
After doing so, he changed his clothes and wore black shirt and an old blue jeans. Before going straight to his friend's dorm where they will drink liquors and have a mini party, Rudy dropped by at the nearest store and bought a hard drink and few junk foods. Then after that he rode a jeep and went straight to his friend's place.
Manny invited Rudy, and two other friends Mikko and Arnold to his dorm because it's his birthday. And since Manny is a student and his family is in the province at the moment, he decided to celebrate with friends instead. The four of them are engineering students.
Rudy arrived at Manny's dorm. It was a big, old building near their university. From the outside, you would have the impression that Hitler once lived there. The white painting of the building looks like it was painted during the birth of world war II and now covered by moss. The dorm entrance is only a small door and has no door bell at all. "This is an old dorm, indeed. I wonder if Rizal saw this place since this is near to UST." Rudy thought.
Rudy knocked. After knocking for five times, still, no one opened the door for him. Rudy tried to open the door but it's locked. Then he decided to send a text message to Manny and inform him that he has arrived. But as Rudy type in the words in his cellphone, he was flabbergasted by the unexpected creaking of the old door. It opened instantly without anyone inside! Rudy was crept out. The door continues to creak as it opens. The door pivot is very rusty, making the unpleasant sound when opened or closed.
Rudy set aside the eeriness of what had just happened and entered, trying to forget the incident. When he tried to open the door earlier, it was locked. But then it opened later automatically. Rudy tried to think that it was an automatic door but then he realized that how can there be an automatic door in a very old dormitory?
When Rudy entered, he noticed that in the first floor of the four-story dorm building is already the corridors of different dorm rooms. There are three different corridors and a small table in front of the entrance. Rudy thought it must be the security guard's or the receptionist's table. There is a record book in it. Rudy thought that he must wait for the guard or the receptionist, but when he realized that the floor is completely deserted and the lights are dim and all the room doors are closed and it is very quiet, the eeriness and creepiness he is feeling rose up. That's when Rudy decided to skip registering in the record book since no one is manning it.
He then moved up. The room of Manny is in the 3rd floor. As he steps on the stairs, he feels that it shakes every time he moves. The stairs, too, are very old. And because of that, even if he wanted to move faster because it's quite creepy being there alone, he slowed down.
When he reached the second floor, the corridors there have no lights at all! But in the first room in the left from where he stood, there is a lit room. Rudy can see the light coming out from the slightly opened door. Rudy stood there, looking and wondering why the corridors aren't lit and the floor seemed abandoned but there's a lit room. Then Rudy looked at the lit room, as he stares at it, the light changed. From being a plain white light, it then turned into something like a disco light. Rudy was drew by what he's seeing. He's been there staring at the lights from the room for a minute and like he was enchanted or something. Then he stepped slowly, moving towards the door, his eyes still on the room lights, not leaving it.
TAP. "Dude, where are you going?" Rudy was tapped at his shoulder and he acted as if he was just awoken from dreaming.
"Hey." Rudy said. It was Manny who tapped him. He was with Mikko and Arnold. All of them were puzzled.
"Where are you going dude?" Manny asked again, still looking puzzled. Rudy pointed to the lit room, but when his friends looked at it, there was no light anymore.
"Okay? Anyway, we're going down to buy something. I thought you weren't coming." Manny said.
Rudy didn't understand what just happened. A moment earlier, he was at the second floor, staring at a mysteriously lit room that has lights that enchanted him. But when he tried to show it to his friends, the lights went off.
***
A few hours later, they were at the room of Manny and are already quite drunk after drinking a few bottles of rum and beer. That's when Rudy opened up. He told them everything he saw a few hours earlier. But he didn't expect what happened next, Manny, Mikko, and Arnold were rolling on the floor laughing at his story.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Did you take drugs or something like that?"Arnold asked as he continue to laugh.
"Dude, I'm not kidding." Rudy insisted.
"Or maybe, you're already drunk a few hours earlier? HAHAHAHAHA." Mikko said.
"I'm not! I'm certain to what I saw! And the door that opened automatically! It's not part of my imagination!"
"Okay then. Forget about it. My stomach is already aching laughing at you." Manny said. Then Mikko and Arnold laughed even more. But Rudy thinks that Manny knew something..that Manny's laugh weren't real and he's trying to change the subject and make all the things that Rudy saw a joke.
A couple of hours later, they were already sleeping at the dorm room of Manny. All of them were drunk. The dorm room has four double deck beds. The room mates of Manny, luckily, weren't around that night. Nevertheless, to respect Manny's room mates, they did not use the beds. Instead, the four of them slept in the mat laid in the cold surface of the room. Manny slept at the mat too to join his friends. All four of them were already deeply asleep. Others are snoring when Rudy was stuck in th middle of a dream and reality.
He can see now but his view is blurry and he can't move. It felt as if his body was frustrated. Later on, there's a man standing at his foot's end. He was wearing white shirt with blood splatters and his eyes are firing red, staring directly and Rudy's eyes. Rudy felt fear rush through his body, but he can't move! The man in white bloody shirt neared Rudy and then choked him. Rudy is now looking eyes to eyes to the man. It looks like as if the man were some kind of the devil. Rudy tried to move and save himself but he can't! He's still stuck in the nightmare.
1 second, 2 second, 3 second. Luckily, Rudy was saved. Manny slapped him. He woke up. It seemed that he wasn't seeing the reality earlier at all. When he was awaken, the lights are on, different to what his nightmare has shown that the lights are off. His friends are around him, again looking puzzled. Mikko and Arnold tried to ask Rudy, but Manny gestured his hand saying that it wasn't the right time. They all got back to sleep. Luckily, the nightmare didn't continue.
The next thing in the morning, Manny told them the story.
"I'm sorry, Rudy, if I just laughed at you last night and didn't tell you the truth." Manny confessed as they eat breakfast in the nearest fast food chain from Manny's dorm.
I knew it, Rudy thought. But even though he already know what Manny means, he asked "What do you mean?"
"What you told us last night is valid. Many people experienced what you've experienced. But I thought it wasn't real and I thought that I don't need to tell you the story of the dorm. Besides, I don't want to scare you."
"Okay? Then what's the story?" Rudy felt goosebumps through his body, but he's eager to know. Arnold and Mikko listened.
"20 years ago, there is a 19 year-old college student who lived in that dorm. Just like what I did, he was alone in his birthday and he invited his friends. According to the story of the landlord, the next day after his birthday, he was found dead in his room. He was stabbed 10 times. He's lying in the floor, bathing in his blood. After the initial reports, it states that he was killed by his friends. A few grams of drugs were found in his room. After the whole investigation, it turns out that the man was offered to take drugs by his friends. But instead of trying the drugs, he refused and even told his friends that he's going to report them to the police. And that's what forced his friends to kill him brutally."
"Creepy. Is that real?" Arnold said.
"Yes. And that's the reason why the second floor was closed. The suspects flee to different countries. And because of money and influence, they weren't jailed, they overpowered the justice system of the Philippines. The family of the murdered man is poor and wasn't able to continue the court battle. And after that, the second floor was believed to be cursed. New tenants in the second floor, if not going crazy, are killing themselves or killing each others."
"What the hell. You should've told us!" Rudy said.
"I'm sorry. I thought it wasn't real." Manny apologized.
"But..but how about the lights I saw?" Rudy asked.
"As I've said, they were partying that night. Maybe what you saw is the reenactment of what happened the night he died. According to the police reports, there is an improvised party light that was found in the crime scene."
"Holy shit." Mikko said.
"But there's more. No one dares to look at the corridors in the second floor because of the belief that the whole floor was cursed. During the time that you were like walking to the room when I tapped you, Rudy, you were spelled. All of the new tenants are told not to look at the corridors when walking upstairs because when you do, you'll be spelled or cursed or something like that. When we didn't arrive and didn't tap you, you would continue to walk to the room. And according to the stories, when that happened, the ghost will curse you and you will experience what he experienced the night he died. That's when the cursed victim will go crazy or will want to kill himself."
"But why are you safe then?" Rudy asked.
"The evil ghost doesn't touch tenants if they are not living in the second floor. It's like, he wants the second floor to be his place and only his. And the reason why he visited you in your nightmare last night? It's because he hates visitors. It's his visitors who killed him. And maybe, you dared him too when you looked at the corridors."
After that, neither Rudy or Mikko or Arnold visited Manny again in the dorm. And after a year, Manny moved to a new place.
-PandemiC-
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