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Huwebes, Abril 25, 2013
Damsel in Distress
Sikat! Gwapo! Matangkad! Mestiso! May asawa! Pero hindi pa rin kumukupas ang kanyang kagwapuhan!
Yan si Vincent Calye , newly-wed with her lovely wife Ezza Mae Shuning-Calye . At kasalukuyan silang naninirahan sa bago nilang bahay sa Manila.
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''Wow ang ganda naman dito, HONEY!'' masayang sabi ni Ezza sa asawa habang binabaybay ang bago nilang tirahan.
'' Lalalalalala...'' sa di kalayuan nakarinig si Ezza ng babaeng kumakanta, sinundan niya ang tinig ng babae. Hanggang mapunta siya sa balcony .
Doon niya nakita ang isang babaeng nakauniporme , mataas ang buhok at maputi . Kinalabit ni Ezza ang babaeng nakauniporme .
''Lalalalala...''
At sa kanyang paglingon -- dun na napansin ni Ezza na wala pala itong dalawang mata!
''AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!'' sigaw ni Ezza . Dali-dali namang pinuntahan ni Vincent ang asawa.
''Anong nang-'' napatingin si Vincent dun sa babaeng nakauniporme.
''Hi Vincent.... '' sweet na bati nung babaeng nakauniporme . Nabalot naman ng takot ang buong katawan ni Vincent sa dahilang wala itong mga mata.
''Remember me? Your number 1 fan. . .'' pagpapatuloy nung babaeng nakauniporme. At OO naalala ni Vincent ang babaeng nakauniporme , siya lang naman si ...
''S-Serene? D-d-diba p-patay k-ka n-na?'' nauutal na tanong ni Vincent.
Naalala na ni Vincent si Serene -- siya yung girl na patay na patay sa kanya noon pa .
Palagi siyang nagpapadala ng sweet notes para kay Vincent ngunit hindi ito pinansin . Palagi siyang gumagawa ng lunch para kay Vincent ngunit hindi ito nagugustuhan ni Vincent. At nung araw na magtapat si Serene kay Vincent -- ito ang tanging sinagot ni Vincent sakanya ''Ampangit mo pala pag malapitan DULING !!!! WAHAHAAHAAHA''. Dahil sa depresyon napagdisisyunan ni Serene na tusukin ng barbeque stick ang dalawa niyang mata na sanhi naman ng pagkamatay niya.
''Hihihihi , patay na ang katawan ko pero puso't kaluluwa ko'y buhay pa rin ng dahil sayo...''
With all his strength nagawang makapagsalita ni Vincent kay Serene ..
''Ano bang kailangan mo Serene?''
''Ikaw . . .'' sweet na sabi ni Serene tsaka lumapit kay Vincent habang kumakanta.
''Lalalalala...''
''Hindi na ako duling , hmmm maganda na ba ako Vincent?''
Hindi na nagawang makapagsalita ni Vincent --
''Hmmm , siguro mas maganda kung pareho tayo. Lalalalala..''
''A-anong ibig mong s-sabihin?''
''Hayyss , nakakalungkot isipin pero kailangan kong gawin makasama ka lang habang buhay hihihi ... '' kumuha si Serene ng dalawang barbeque stick sa kanyang bulsa.
''Iwan mo na ako! May asawa na ako Serene!'' sigaw ni Vincent pero halatang kabado ito .
''Hihihihi , don't worry it wont hurt .'' sabi ni Serene kay Vincent habang hinahaplos nito ang mukha ni Vincent.
Gustong tumakbo ni Vincent pero hindi niya magawa , parang ice na nafrozen ang kanyang katawan dahil sa takot!
Then *TSUUUUKSSS*
Story submitted by: Migzylicious
Radio Station
“Good morning! Ako nga pala si Mary Rose Madasig at isang malaking karangalan sa akin ang mapabilalang sa mga writer ng DZMT radio station,makakaasa po kayo na ibibigay ko ang aking buong panahon at talento para mas mapaunlad pa ang estasyon na ito.”
“Maraming salamat Mary Rose, at umaasa kaming maging maganda ang pagsasama natin ditto! Guys, since na baguhan itong si Mary Rose pakialalayan lang siya, you may now go to your assigned seat!” ani ng manager ng estasyon na si Ms.Gallardo sa kanyang mga emplyado.
Pagkatapos ng meeting ay bumaba na sa ground floor ang mga emplyado ng istasyon, maliban kay Mary Rose na nanatili sa 2nd floor habang tinitingnang mabuti ang bawat sulok ng istasyon.
Unang araw niya kasi ito sa trabaho matapos niyang maipasa ang exams at interview.
Malawak ang DZMT, mayroon itong dalawang palapag ang 2nd floor kung saan naroon ang managers office, ang kanilang conference room, gayundin ang drama room. Isa kasing AM station ang DZMT kung saan ang kanilang mga programa ay nahahati sa drama at public affairs, habang nasa ground floor naman ng istasyon ang kanilang technical department, kasama ang anchors' booth, kung saan nagsasalita ang mga anchors o announcers, at ang technical booth kung saan naroon ang mga technician habang minomonitor ang mga equipments ng station.
Bukod sa mga ito nasa groundfloor din ang newsroom ng istasyon .
Magkahalong kaba at excitement ang nararamdaman ni Mary Rose sa araw na iyon, matapos ifamiliarize ang kabuuan ng estasyon ay tinungo niya na ang newsroom kung saan siya magsusulat ng mga balita bilang isang news writer.
“Mary Rose, halika, tignan mo itong ginagawa ko,” ani ni Orkids isa sa mga news writer na makakasama niya sa istasyon.
Agad naman siyang lumapit sa tabi ni Orkids at tinitignan ang ginagawa nito sa computer.
“Naku mukhang kaya ko naman!” ani Mary Rose.
“Mabuti naman kung ganoon, mas maganda kung madali kang matuto, kasi dito sa estasyon tig-iisang news writer lang ang nakaduty.”
“Anong ibig mong sabihin,?” tila naguguluhang tanong ni Mary Rose
“Ganito kasi iyon, dito sa Dzmt kahit naka off air na tayo ay nakaduty pa rin ang newswritter,meaning tayo lang ang matitira ditto sa estayon.”
“Ano daw?, hindi ko pa rin naiintindihan!”
“Ganito yon Mary Rose, halimbawa ako ang duty ko, 8:00am -500 pm, pagdating ng 5pm uuwi na ako iisa naman ang papalapit sa akin .duty niya 5:00 pm hanggang 11pm, hahalili na naman sa kanya ang isa pang newswritter ng 11pm-hanggang 6:00am.”mahabang paliwanag ni Orkids
“Naku!,ibig sabihin kahit hatinggabi na tanging newswriter lang ang nandito?”
“Tumpak Mary Rose!”
Malapit ng mag-out si Orkids, mag aalas singko na kasi ng hapon, marami-rami na rin siyang natutunan sa trabaho ng isang newswritter at dahil isang masscomm student si Mary Rose, sisiw sa kanya ang paggawa ng mga balita.
“Hmm,....mukhang nararamdaman kong ito na ang magiging first and last station kong mapapasukan”,bulong ni Mary Rose sa sarili dahil sa labis niyang nagustuhan ang estasyon at ang kanyang trabaho.
“Naku Mary Rose, mukhang mapapasubo ka yata ngayon”, ani Orkids
“Anong ibig mong sabihin ?”
“Ano kasi Mary Rose eh , Si Jun, yung hahalili sa akin, nagtext, hindi daw muna siya makakapasok ngayon, hahabol na lang daw siya mamayang 11pm” paliwanag ni orkids
Tila naiintindihan naman ni Mary Rose ang nais na ipahiwatig ng kasamahan kaya nagmagandang loob na lang siya at nag-alok na siya na muna ang magduduty.
“Naku fren, maraming salamat talaga ha,you know what, I’m sure matutuwa ang manager natin sa kasipagan mo.”
Tumawa nalang si Mary Rose sa tinuran ng kasamahan.
Matapos turuan ni Mary Rose si Orkids ng mga dapat gawin ay umalis na rin ito.
Mag-isa na ngayon si Mary Rose sa loob ng newsroom habang nasa harapan ng computer at gumagawa ng balita.
Mag-aalas siyete na ng gabi nang makaramdaman siya ng gutom, kaya saglit muna niyang inihinto ang kanyang trabaho at lumabas ng estasyon.
Nasa Centro ng Cebu City ang kanilang estasyon kaya maraming mga kainan ang nakapaligid dito.
Natanaw niya ang karenderia,sa tapat ng estasyon at doon siya nagtungo.
Umorder siya ng isang kanin at isang paksiw sa tindera.
“Bago ka ba diyan?”, tanong ng tinderang nagserved ng kanyang order.
“Oo”, ang matipid na sagot ni Mary Rose
“Ano ang trabaho mo diyan?”
“News writer”, muling sagot ni mary Rose
“Ah,”patango-tangong wika ng tindera.
Tila nahihiwagaan si Mary Rose sa reaksyon ng tinderang kausap niya, ngunit binaliwala niya lang ito.
Pagkatapos kumain ay muli siyang bumalik sa newsroom, upang ipagpatuloy ang trabaho..
Hanggang 10:30 pm lang ang DZMT at mag-sisign off na ito at pagkatapos noon mag-uuwian na ang mga anchors maging ang technician, at maiiwan na siyang mag-isa.
Soundproof ang isang radio station kaya anumang ingay sa labas ay hindi ito naririnig sa loob, kaya noong magpaalam ang mga bagong kasamahan ni Mary Rose na umuwi ay wala ng ibang naririnig sa estasyon kundi ang tunog ng keyboard sa computer na ginagamit niya.
Maya maya pa, naiihi siya kaya tinungo niya ang CR na sa dulong bahagi pa katabi ng technical department.
Habang nilalakad ang aisle ay tila unti-unti naming lumamig ang hangin , sa wari niya ay may mga matang nagmamasid sa kanyang mga hakbang.
Binilisan niya ang paglalakad upang maabot ang Cr.
“Ano ba naman itong ilaw sa CR na ito, patay sindi.!Di bali na, “bulong ni Mary Rose sa sarili.
Pagkatapos ay mabilis niyang tinungo ang newsroom, ngunit bago paman niya ito narating ay nakarinig siya ng ingay mula sa 2nd floor ng estasyon kaya mabilis siyang umakyat sa hagdanan upang tignan kung saan nagmumula ang ingay na kanyang naririnig.
“Hay naku, baka guni-guni ko lang iyon, wala namang tao”, usal niya sa sarili.
Akmang bababa na siya sa hagdan ng makarinig siya ng isang napakalakas na tawa.
“wahahhaha...hhahahha”
Palinga-linga siya sa paligid ngunit wala siyang makitang tao, palakas na palakas ang halakhak.
“wahahhahahah...hhahahahahha....”
Napasigaw siya sa takot habang kumaripas ng takbo papuntang first floor.
Nasa first floor siya ngunit biglang nagdilim ang buong kapaligiran,
“Tulong-tulongan niyo ako,,...!”
Mabilis niyang tinungo ang pintuan palabas ng estasyon at dahil bukas ang karenderyang pinagkainan niya kanina ay doon siya tumakbo.
“Tubig-tubig,pahingi pong tubig!” ang wika niya habang naghahabol ng hininga.
Agad naman siyang binigyan ng tubig ng tinderang kausap niya kanina.
Ng mahimasmasan ay ikinuwento niya sa tindera ang kanyang naranasan sa loob ng estasyon, ngunit tila hindi na ito nagtataka.
“Naku miss, hindi ikaw ang kauna-unahang emplyado ng estasyon na iyan ang may ganyang kwento.!”
“Anong ibig mong sabihin?”takang tanong ni Mary Rose.
Sa pakikipagkwentuhan niya sa tindera, napag-alamn niyang mayroon palang isang newswriter sa estasyong iyon ang nagpakamatay matapos mapatalsik sa estasyon matapos mahuling nakipagtalik sa loob ng radio station.
At hindi matahimik ang kaluluwa niya.
Kinabukasan agad na ipinasa ni Mary Rose ang kanyang resignation letter kay Ms.Gallardo.
Bagay na hindi na rin ipinagtaka ng manager ng estasyon.
Story submitted by: Meriam Gumanid
Lunes, Disyembre 31, 2012
Taxi No. 45
February 16, 2008
It was a dark night when Julie and Chris are walking by the Bayside Road. It has been a cold night and having only a few vehicles passing through this road made it even colder.
“Sabi ko na sayo! Dapat hinintay natin si Gary doon sa party para may masakyan tayo pauwi. Eh nahihirapan tuloy tayong makahanap ng taxi sa lugar na ‘to. Wala atang dumadaan na taxi dito eh!” complains Julie to his boyfriend. Chris then replies “Jul, it’s getting late na and the party was getting a little boring already. Tapos parang ayaw pa umalis ni Gary eh. Hintay ka lang, may taxi din jan maya-maya.”
Chris then notices a light from afar behind him. He thought to himself that it could finally be a taxi and that they can finally go home. And as he thought, it appeared to be a taxi after all. Chris then hurriedly waves his hand to signal the vehicle to stop and give them a ride. As the taxi was a few feet away from them, Julie cries out “Ngek! May pasahero na Chris! Puno pa nga ang sasakyan eh.”
As Chris heard this from his girlfriend, he took a close look to make sure that the public vehicle is indeed occupied and sure enough, what he saw was exactly what Julie told him; the taxi is packed with its passengers. But to the couple’s surprise, the taxi stopped a few meters away from them.
“Grabe naman tong driver na to. Puno na nga, magpapasakay pa.” Julie exclaimed. Chris then started to walk towards the vehicle and as he was doing so, he says to his girlfriend, “Baka dito na bababa ang mga pasahero niya.”
Julie then responds, “Ano? Eh wala namang bahay dito sa paligid ah. Tingnan mo nga. We’re practically in the middle of nowhere.” As Chris heard this, he looked around and only saw an empty field on one side and a gloomy forest on the other.
Right then and there, Chris thought that things started to get suspicious. He slowly approached the taxi. When he was near enough, he leaned down to take a look inside. To his shock, he saw no one on the passenger seat or on the backseat. There are no passengers in sight. He couldn’t believe it. There was no way both he and his girlfriend were just seeing things. His girlfriend confirmed it twice already. Even though he started to feel light-headed, he struggled to walk further forward to talk to the driver and possibly shed some light on what they’ve seen earlier.
As he was about to open the passenger door to speak to the driver, he took a look inside and to his horror, neither driver could be seen inside the vehicle. At this point, Chris already felt like his head had already swollen. It was like he is in a trance due to what he is experiencing at that moment. “Ano daw Chris?! Bababa na ba ang mga pasahero niya?” screamed Julie.
Somehow, his girlfriend’s voice snapped Chris out of his shock for a while and he was able to give Julie a look. Yet, Chris couldn’t gather enough strength to speak up. He could only take a deep breath and gulp through his throat. He is already thinking that this is too much for him to handle. Trying to convince himself that all of this are just illusions, he slowly took another look inside the taxi. This time, what he saw was even more horrific. The vehicle is once again filled with people. What’s more bizarre about is that all of them are just looking blankly forward and seemingly oblivious to Chris’ presence. Chris’ eyes started to bulge out in disbelief and as he started to walk backwards, all the people inside the vehicle slowly turned their heads toward Chris. Their eyes are so white; they look like they are glowing. That’s the moment when Chris started to walk anxiously towards his girlfriend. He then grabbed her by the hand and hurriedly walked away from the taxi.
Chris and Julie were only meters away from where the taxi was parked when he decided to look back. The vehicle was no longer there. Now he feels even less safe and all he wants to do is run away but as he turned back to look forward, a very familiar set of headlights pulled over right in front of them. Chris is terrified over the fact that the taxi might have followed them and now he has to confront it again. He can’t bear to see more of those horrific images he has seen earlier.
As Chris was about to run towards the opposite direction, he heard something that made him feel safe again, “Chris! Julie! Get in, I’ll take you guys home.” It was Gary’s car, which pulled over after all. Without any hesitations, Chris took his girlfriend and got in the car.
In the car, Chris tried to calm himself down. He can’t wait to get out of that place.
“I told you guys na sabay na tayong umuwi. Bakit umalis kayo kaagad?” Gary scolded the couple.
“Eh eto naman kasing kaibigan mo, Gar! Gustong-gusto nang umuwi. Kesyo bored na daw siya doon.”, explained Julie. Then Gary said, “Di nyo ba alam na delikado dito?”
That statement caught Chris’ attention and he said “Di mo lang alam Gar! Hindi ka maniniwala sa nangyari sakin doon.”
Gary looked at his friend with heed and said “Anung sinasabi mo?” “Pare minulto ako doon!” cried Chris.
“Ano ano ano?” yelled Julie. Chris turned to look at his girlfriend and told her “Yung taxing pinara natin, paglapit ko, nawala ang mga tao sa loob pati ang driver. Tapos napalingon lang ako saglit, pagtingin ko uli, may mga tao na naman sa loob. Puro puti ang mga mata nila pero naramdaman kong nakatingin sila sa akin. Muntik na’kong himatayin dun sa takot!”
Julie was shocked to hear this and could only hold her hand up to cover her mouth and utter the words “Oh my God…” and when she could finally gathered herself back together she screamed “Chris huwag mo’kong takutin ng ganyan! Ayoko ng ganyang biro!”
After that, the couple simply heard “I believe you.” Gary claimed to his friend. Even though he was certain with what he saw, Chris understood how the story could be so unbelievable so he stared at Gary and said “Talaga? How could you be sure?” “I know you, man. You don’t have the creativity to make this stuff up!” said Gary with a grin and proceeded to say “Plus you’re not the first one to experience that.” “What do you mean?” asks Chris.
“Some of my classmates back in college covered this story once so I pretty much have an idea of what you are talking about. Malamang ang nakita mo tonight ay ang kinakatakutang ‘Taxi #45 ng Malaya Company.’ About five years ago, nadisgrasya dito mismo sa Bayside Road ang Taxing yun. Ang driver pati na ang apat niyang pasahero, patay nang sumalpok ang sasakyan sa puno. Pagkatpos ng disgrasya, marami nang mga kwentong kumakalat na may mga nakakakita pa rin ng taxing yun. May iba sinasabing nakita nilang bumangga ang taxi pro nawawala naman pag nilapitan. May mga kwento rin na tulad sayo, humihinto ang taxi pag pinara tapos pag sasakay na ang pumara, magpapakita yung mga namatay na pasahero. At meron pa. Minsan pag pinapara ang taxi, pinapasakay mismo ang pumara. Tapos bago pa makalabas ng Bayside Road, hihinto ang taxi. Pag tatanungin na ng nakasakay kung ano ang problema, lilingon ang driver pero makikita ng sumakay na walang mukha ang driver. Sinubukan na ng mga classmates ko na tanungin ang Malaya Taxi Company about sa Unit #45 nila pero ang sabi ng kompanya eh nandoon lang daw sa garahe nila ang taxi at di na magamit dahil total wreck na.” tells Gary. “Kung yun nga ang taxing pinara mo Chris, passlamat ka na lang na yun lang ang dinaanan mo.”
Chris took a deep breath and said, “ Diyos ko. Di talaga ako naniniwala sa mga ganitong bagay, Gar. Eh nanginginig pa nga ako hanggang ngayon. Ewan! Ngayon ‘pag iniisip ko yung nakita ko, parang bangungot ang pumapasok sa isip ko. Hindi ata ako makakatulog ng ilang araw nito. Yung mga mata nila, ‘di yun maaalis sa utak ko. Para silang umiilaw sa puti”
Gary quickly responds to what he heard from Chris, “Sabi ng iba, kaya daw ganun angmga mata nila kasi huli nilang nakita sa daan bago namatay ay high beam headlights ng isa pang sasakyan. Sabi nila baka nasilaw dun ang driver kaya sila nadigrasya.”
Julie then buts in, “Chris nahihilo ata ako sa kwento ninyo. Akala ko sa movies lang nagyayari ang mga ganun. Buti na lang hindi ako lumapit doon. Thank God things like those don’t happen to me pero Chris, nilalamig talaga ako ngayon. Nakakapangilabot talaga ang taxing yun.”
“Julie, just relax and lean back. It’s gonna be ok. Malapit na tayong makalampas sa Bayside Road. Wala pakong naririning na sightings ng taxi outside this road.” says Gary as he glanced at Julie through the rear view mirror.
As they were exiting the Bayside Road, Gary adds one more story he remembers about the cursed taxi, “May isa pa. Hindi lang yung taxi mismo ang nagpaparamdam sa mga dumadaan doon sa Bayside. Pati na ang mga namatay na pasahero nito ay naghahasik din ng lagim. May nagsasabing nagpapakita daw ang mga pasehero sa mga drivers ng mga sasakyang dumadaan doon. Makikita mo daw sila sa tabi ng daan na parang pinapara ka. Tapos ‘pag nakalampas ka na, magugulat ka na lang pag lingon mo sa rear view mirror. Makikita mo na lang na nakasakay na sila sa likod.”
“Anak ng… Eh anung gagawin ng driver?!” screams Chris.
“Marami sa mga drivers, lumalabas sa sasakyan at tumatakbo. Kaya maraming nachochop-chop na sasakyan diyan sa Bayside kasi iniiwan na lang.” Gary glanced at Chris and looks at Julie through the rear view mirror as he continues, “Meron namang mga driver na malalakas ang loob at pinapabayaan na lang daw. Pero may nangyayari sa mga pasahero ‘pag pinabayaan mo lang silang sumakay. Nawawala daw sila isa-isa at nangyayari ito habang may dumadaan na sasakyan. Ang sabi ng iba, yung Taxi #45 ang nakakasalubong mo kaya’t nawawala yung mga multo sa likod ng sasakyan mo. Parang isa-isa silang sinusundo.”
“Grabe! Gulong-gulo talaga siguro ang mga kaluluwa nung mga namatay kaya’t ganun na lang sila kung pagparamdam.” says Chris. Gary nods at his friend and says “Sa tingin ko kaya nila ginagawa yung dahil ‘di nila maalala kung ano ang nagyari sa kanila. Paulit-ulit silang bumabyahe sa Bayside para maalala at matanggap ang sinapit nila. Kaya kung pakikiramdaman o pakikitaan ka man, pabayaan mo na lang. Isipin mo na lang na para mo na silang tinutulungan.”
Gary, Chris and Julie finally reached Julie’s house so the couple were dropped there. Gary escorts them to the door and bids them goodbye. Julie has entered the house and Chris shook Gary’s hand and said “Thanks man! Because of the things you’ve said, I kinda feel better about what happened tonight,”
Gary smiles and tells Chris “Don’t worry. All three of us shared your ordeal tonight. By the way, nakita ko rin sila ngayong gabi…”
Chris’ jaw dropped and whispered “What?!… How?! Where?!”
“Relax! I think I handled it pretty well. Just don’t tell Julie about it.” says Gary.
Chris then asks, “Ha? Bakit?”
Gary responded, “When I saw them, they were already inside.”
Chris’ eyes widened and Gary continued “Yes. They were inside my car but just couldn’t scare the hell out of your girlfriend. Kaya alam ko kung bakit siya nilalamig kanina. And don’t worry. You’re here now in her house. You’re safe and secured. We’re kilometers away from the Bayside Road. You have nothing to be scared of anymore.”
Chris then felt weakened with terror and sat on the porch steps where he and Gary were standing. Gary glances at his car and tells Chris “Yo I need to go! See you around.”
As Gary was walking away, Chris screamed “Whoa, Gar! Ayaw mo mag-stay?” Gary continued walking to his car and just yelled “No! I still have to go back!” Chris quickly replied “Wh.. WHAT? Sa Bayside?! Bakit?! Naloloko ka na ba? Umuwi ka na kaya!”
As Gary was entering the car, he looked at Chris with a serious look and said, “Trust me.” As Gary was driving away, Chris found the answer to why his friend needed to go back to the cursed road. A very familiar sight appeared before Chris. At Gary’s backseat, Chris saw that there was one more passenger that was left and looked at Chris with those same blinding, bright eyes. Gary needed to drop off one more passenger.
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It was a dark night when Julie and Chris are walking by the Bayside Road. It has been a cold night and having only a few vehicles passing through this road made it even colder.
“Sabi ko na sayo! Dapat hinintay natin si Gary doon sa party para may masakyan tayo pauwi. Eh nahihirapan tuloy tayong makahanap ng taxi sa lugar na ‘to. Wala atang dumadaan na taxi dito eh!” complains Julie to his boyfriend. Chris then replies “Jul, it’s getting late na and the party was getting a little boring already. Tapos parang ayaw pa umalis ni Gary eh. Hintay ka lang, may taxi din jan maya-maya.”
Chris then notices a light from afar behind him. He thought to himself that it could finally be a taxi and that they can finally go home. And as he thought, it appeared to be a taxi after all. Chris then hurriedly waves his hand to signal the vehicle to stop and give them a ride. As the taxi was a few feet away from them, Julie cries out “Ngek! May pasahero na Chris! Puno pa nga ang sasakyan eh.”
As Chris heard this from his girlfriend, he took a close look to make sure that the public vehicle is indeed occupied and sure enough, what he saw was exactly what Julie told him; the taxi is packed with its passengers. But to the couple’s surprise, the taxi stopped a few meters away from them.
“Grabe naman tong driver na to. Puno na nga, magpapasakay pa.” Julie exclaimed. Chris then started to walk towards the vehicle and as he was doing so, he says to his girlfriend, “Baka dito na bababa ang mga pasahero niya.”
Julie then responds, “Ano? Eh wala namang bahay dito sa paligid ah. Tingnan mo nga. We’re practically in the middle of nowhere.” As Chris heard this, he looked around and only saw an empty field on one side and a gloomy forest on the other.
Right then and there, Chris thought that things started to get suspicious. He slowly approached the taxi. When he was near enough, he leaned down to take a look inside. To his shock, he saw no one on the passenger seat or on the backseat. There are no passengers in sight. He couldn’t believe it. There was no way both he and his girlfriend were just seeing things. His girlfriend confirmed it twice already. Even though he started to feel light-headed, he struggled to walk further forward to talk to the driver and possibly shed some light on what they’ve seen earlier.
As he was about to open the passenger door to speak to the driver, he took a look inside and to his horror, neither driver could be seen inside the vehicle. At this point, Chris already felt like his head had already swollen. It was like he is in a trance due to what he is experiencing at that moment. “Ano daw Chris?! Bababa na ba ang mga pasahero niya?” screamed Julie.
Somehow, his girlfriend’s voice snapped Chris out of his shock for a while and he was able to give Julie a look. Yet, Chris couldn’t gather enough strength to speak up. He could only take a deep breath and gulp through his throat. He is already thinking that this is too much for him to handle. Trying to convince himself that all of this are just illusions, he slowly took another look inside the taxi. This time, what he saw was even more horrific. The vehicle is once again filled with people. What’s more bizarre about is that all of them are just looking blankly forward and seemingly oblivious to Chris’ presence. Chris’ eyes started to bulge out in disbelief and as he started to walk backwards, all the people inside the vehicle slowly turned their heads toward Chris. Their eyes are so white; they look like they are glowing. That’s the moment when Chris started to walk anxiously towards his girlfriend. He then grabbed her by the hand and hurriedly walked away from the taxi.
Chris and Julie were only meters away from where the taxi was parked when he decided to look back. The vehicle was no longer there. Now he feels even less safe and all he wants to do is run away but as he turned back to look forward, a very familiar set of headlights pulled over right in front of them. Chris is terrified over the fact that the taxi might have followed them and now he has to confront it again. He can’t bear to see more of those horrific images he has seen earlier.
As Chris was about to run towards the opposite direction, he heard something that made him feel safe again, “Chris! Julie! Get in, I’ll take you guys home.” It was Gary’s car, which pulled over after all. Without any hesitations, Chris took his girlfriend and got in the car.
In the car, Chris tried to calm himself down. He can’t wait to get out of that place.
“I told you guys na sabay na tayong umuwi. Bakit umalis kayo kaagad?” Gary scolded the couple.
“Eh eto naman kasing kaibigan mo, Gar! Gustong-gusto nang umuwi. Kesyo bored na daw siya doon.”, explained Julie. Then Gary said, “Di nyo ba alam na delikado dito?”
That statement caught Chris’ attention and he said “Di mo lang alam Gar! Hindi ka maniniwala sa nangyari sakin doon.”
Gary looked at his friend with heed and said “Anung sinasabi mo?” “Pare minulto ako doon!” cried Chris.
“Ano ano ano?” yelled Julie. Chris turned to look at his girlfriend and told her “Yung taxing pinara natin, paglapit ko, nawala ang mga tao sa loob pati ang driver. Tapos napalingon lang ako saglit, pagtingin ko uli, may mga tao na naman sa loob. Puro puti ang mga mata nila pero naramdaman kong nakatingin sila sa akin. Muntik na’kong himatayin dun sa takot!”
Julie was shocked to hear this and could only hold her hand up to cover her mouth and utter the words “Oh my God…” and when she could finally gathered herself back together she screamed “Chris huwag mo’kong takutin ng ganyan! Ayoko ng ganyang biro!”
After that, the couple simply heard “I believe you.” Gary claimed to his friend. Even though he was certain with what he saw, Chris understood how the story could be so unbelievable so he stared at Gary and said “Talaga? How could you be sure?” “I know you, man. You don’t have the creativity to make this stuff up!” said Gary with a grin and proceeded to say “Plus you’re not the first one to experience that.” “What do you mean?” asks Chris.
“Some of my classmates back in college covered this story once so I pretty much have an idea of what you are talking about. Malamang ang nakita mo tonight ay ang kinakatakutang ‘Taxi #45 ng Malaya Company.’ About five years ago, nadisgrasya dito mismo sa Bayside Road ang Taxing yun. Ang driver pati na ang apat niyang pasahero, patay nang sumalpok ang sasakyan sa puno. Pagkatpos ng disgrasya, marami nang mga kwentong kumakalat na may mga nakakakita pa rin ng taxing yun. May iba sinasabing nakita nilang bumangga ang taxi pro nawawala naman pag nilapitan. May mga kwento rin na tulad sayo, humihinto ang taxi pag pinara tapos pag sasakay na ang pumara, magpapakita yung mga namatay na pasahero. At meron pa. Minsan pag pinapara ang taxi, pinapasakay mismo ang pumara. Tapos bago pa makalabas ng Bayside Road, hihinto ang taxi. Pag tatanungin na ng nakasakay kung ano ang problema, lilingon ang driver pero makikita ng sumakay na walang mukha ang driver. Sinubukan na ng mga classmates ko na tanungin ang Malaya Taxi Company about sa Unit #45 nila pero ang sabi ng kompanya eh nandoon lang daw sa garahe nila ang taxi at di na magamit dahil total wreck na.” tells Gary. “Kung yun nga ang taxing pinara mo Chris, passlamat ka na lang na yun lang ang dinaanan mo.”
Chris took a deep breath and said, “ Diyos ko. Di talaga ako naniniwala sa mga ganitong bagay, Gar. Eh nanginginig pa nga ako hanggang ngayon. Ewan! Ngayon ‘pag iniisip ko yung nakita ko, parang bangungot ang pumapasok sa isip ko. Hindi ata ako makakatulog ng ilang araw nito. Yung mga mata nila, ‘di yun maaalis sa utak ko. Para silang umiilaw sa puti”
Gary quickly responds to what he heard from Chris, “Sabi ng iba, kaya daw ganun angmga mata nila kasi huli nilang nakita sa daan bago namatay ay high beam headlights ng isa pang sasakyan. Sabi nila baka nasilaw dun ang driver kaya sila nadigrasya.”
Julie then buts in, “Chris nahihilo ata ako sa kwento ninyo. Akala ko sa movies lang nagyayari ang mga ganun. Buti na lang hindi ako lumapit doon. Thank God things like those don’t happen to me pero Chris, nilalamig talaga ako ngayon. Nakakapangilabot talaga ang taxing yun.”
“Julie, just relax and lean back. It’s gonna be ok. Malapit na tayong makalampas sa Bayside Road. Wala pakong naririning na sightings ng taxi outside this road.” says Gary as he glanced at Julie through the rear view mirror.
As they were exiting the Bayside Road, Gary adds one more story he remembers about the cursed taxi, “May isa pa. Hindi lang yung taxi mismo ang nagpaparamdam sa mga dumadaan doon sa Bayside. Pati na ang mga namatay na pasahero nito ay naghahasik din ng lagim. May nagsasabing nagpapakita daw ang mga pasehero sa mga drivers ng mga sasakyang dumadaan doon. Makikita mo daw sila sa tabi ng daan na parang pinapara ka. Tapos ‘pag nakalampas ka na, magugulat ka na lang pag lingon mo sa rear view mirror. Makikita mo na lang na nakasakay na sila sa likod.”
“Anak ng… Eh anung gagawin ng driver?!” screams Chris.
“Marami sa mga drivers, lumalabas sa sasakyan at tumatakbo. Kaya maraming nachochop-chop na sasakyan diyan sa Bayside kasi iniiwan na lang.” Gary glanced at Chris and looks at Julie through the rear view mirror as he continues, “Meron namang mga driver na malalakas ang loob at pinapabayaan na lang daw. Pero may nangyayari sa mga pasahero ‘pag pinabayaan mo lang silang sumakay. Nawawala daw sila isa-isa at nangyayari ito habang may dumadaan na sasakyan. Ang sabi ng iba, yung Taxi #45 ang nakakasalubong mo kaya’t nawawala yung mga multo sa likod ng sasakyan mo. Parang isa-isa silang sinusundo.”
“Grabe! Gulong-gulo talaga siguro ang mga kaluluwa nung mga namatay kaya’t ganun na lang sila kung pagparamdam.” says Chris. Gary nods at his friend and says “Sa tingin ko kaya nila ginagawa yung dahil ‘di nila maalala kung ano ang nagyari sa kanila. Paulit-ulit silang bumabyahe sa Bayside para maalala at matanggap ang sinapit nila. Kaya kung pakikiramdaman o pakikitaan ka man, pabayaan mo na lang. Isipin mo na lang na para mo na silang tinutulungan.”
Gary, Chris and Julie finally reached Julie’s house so the couple were dropped there. Gary escorts them to the door and bids them goodbye. Julie has entered the house and Chris shook Gary’s hand and said “Thanks man! Because of the things you’ve said, I kinda feel better about what happened tonight,”
Gary smiles and tells Chris “Don’t worry. All three of us shared your ordeal tonight. By the way, nakita ko rin sila ngayong gabi…”
Chris’ jaw dropped and whispered “What?!… How?! Where?!”
“Relax! I think I handled it pretty well. Just don’t tell Julie about it.” says Gary.
Chris then asks, “Ha? Bakit?”
Gary responded, “When I saw them, they were already inside.”
Chris’ eyes widened and Gary continued “Yes. They were inside my car but just couldn’t scare the hell out of your girlfriend. Kaya alam ko kung bakit siya nilalamig kanina. And don’t worry. You’re here now in her house. You’re safe and secured. We’re kilometers away from the Bayside Road. You have nothing to be scared of anymore.”
Chris then felt weakened with terror and sat on the porch steps where he and Gary were standing. Gary glances at his car and tells Chris “Yo I need to go! See you around.”
As Gary was walking away, Chris screamed “Whoa, Gar! Ayaw mo mag-stay?” Gary continued walking to his car and just yelled “No! I still have to go back!” Chris quickly replied “Wh.. WHAT? Sa Bayside?! Bakit?! Naloloko ka na ba? Umuwi ka na kaya!”
As Gary was entering the car, he looked at Chris with a serious look and said, “Trust me.” As Gary was driving away, Chris found the answer to why his friend needed to go back to the cursed road. A very familiar sight appeared before Chris. At Gary’s backseat, Chris saw that there was one more passenger that was left and looked at Chris with those same blinding, bright eyes. Gary needed to drop off one more passenger.
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Tales from the (Filipino) Dark Side
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Perhaps the best example of the melding of old and new Filipino culture through the ghost story is the celebrity ghost story. When Filipinos find out that weird stuff happens to popular or famous people, it only adds to the veracity of the tale.
Take for example the tale of Andrea Torres, the lead star of GMA-7’s “Sana Ay Ikaw na Nga” remake. Torres started her career as the host of the now-defunct youth-oriented TV show called “Ka-Blog!” For its Halloween episode, the production crew shot scenes at an old building where, Torres claims, she heard voices talking in Korean or Vietnamese (she wasn’t sure). Interestingly, the only people in the old building were the staff and crew, and they didn’t hear the voices.
Or this spooky story from singer Sheree:
“It all started when I rented a place. It was just me and my yaya. I was surprised because the unit was cheap even if it was in a nice area, so I signed the lease for three years. During the first three days of my stay, I noticed that I was having bad dreams. I dreamt of weird characters like the queen and king in the deck of cards, a person without a head and ugly dwarfs. They asked me what my name was. I ignored it and thought maybe I was just tired from taping because at that time I was so busy with my shows and tapings.
But then it started happening almost every night. Then, I saw this black long-haired man standing in front of me with red eyes.
Another time, a friend from Cebu stayed at my place overnight. I again had the same dream. So I woke up and at the edge of the bed, I saw this dark man standing there. A few minutes later, my friend woke up saying she had a nightmare where she saw this black man standing at the edge of the bed.
In another incident, my yaya woke up with half her face being black and blue like someone had beaten her up. She said that when she woke up, she accidentally hit her face on the edge of the wall. I thought that was impossible because the wall is way too far from her bed. I asked her to go home and rest. The night she left, I heard someone crying from her room. I thought it was our neighbor, then I found out from the security guard that our neighbor had left for Canada.
I decided to have the house blessed. I put a crucifix in the middle of the house just as the priest had told me. The scariest thing happened the next morning I woke up and saw that the hands of Jesus in the crucifix were broken and that the cross had been turned upside down. I was so scared that I decided to look for another unit where I could transfer.
But things became worse. Delivery boys kept bringing five gallons of bottled water, saying that I had ordered them. But I had not called them! Then one time, my road manager and I were talking when we heard the gas oven being turned on.
I had a lot more scary experiences in that place. My best friend Odessa took a picture the night before I moved to another unit. When I checked the photo, I saw that someone else had joined the picture-taking, There was this figure standing in the back with big eyes and an open mouth, and covering his face like it was scared by the camera flash. I locked all the doors and we ran off.
The following day, the day I was leaving the unit, we were woken up by the banging on our door. It was so loud, as if someone was kicking and trying to break down the door. Then when the guards opened the door, nobody was there. That was the last day. I’m never going back to that unit ever again.”
Sometimes, the story isn’t an outright ghost story but a tale of strange and sometimes threatening situation.
Model Solenn Heussaff, host of “Fashbook,” has had close calls that were scary in themselves. The first was at a shoot for a product endorsement. From out of nowhere, a huge piece of metal almost fell on her and would certainly have caused serious injury if she had not moved away just seconds before the metal piece fell.
At another shoot for her show, huge lights came crashing on the chair that she had just vacated because she had to go the bathroom. Solenn is hoping that she would be as lucky should another perilous experience happen to her.
Take for example the tale of Andrea Torres, the lead star of GMA-7’s “Sana Ay Ikaw na Nga” remake. Torres started her career as the host of the now-defunct youth-oriented TV show called “Ka-Blog!” For its Halloween episode, the production crew shot scenes at an old building where, Torres claims, she heard voices talking in Korean or Vietnamese (she wasn’t sure). Interestingly, the only people in the old building were the staff and crew, and they didn’t hear the voices.
Or this spooky story from singer Sheree:
“It all started when I rented a place. It was just me and my yaya. I was surprised because the unit was cheap even if it was in a nice area, so I signed the lease for three years. During the first three days of my stay, I noticed that I was having bad dreams. I dreamt of weird characters like the queen and king in the deck of cards, a person without a head and ugly dwarfs. They asked me what my name was. I ignored it and thought maybe I was just tired from taping because at that time I was so busy with my shows and tapings.
But then it started happening almost every night. Then, I saw this black long-haired man standing in front of me with red eyes.
Another time, a friend from Cebu stayed at my place overnight. I again had the same dream. So I woke up and at the edge of the bed, I saw this dark man standing there. A few minutes later, my friend woke up saying she had a nightmare where she saw this black man standing at the edge of the bed.
In another incident, my yaya woke up with half her face being black and blue like someone had beaten her up. She said that when she woke up, she accidentally hit her face on the edge of the wall. I thought that was impossible because the wall is way too far from her bed. I asked her to go home and rest. The night she left, I heard someone crying from her room. I thought it was our neighbor, then I found out from the security guard that our neighbor had left for Canada.
I decided to have the house blessed. I put a crucifix in the middle of the house just as the priest had told me. The scariest thing happened the next morning I woke up and saw that the hands of Jesus in the crucifix were broken and that the cross had been turned upside down. I was so scared that I decided to look for another unit where I could transfer.
But things became worse. Delivery boys kept bringing five gallons of bottled water, saying that I had ordered them. But I had not called them! Then one time, my road manager and I were talking when we heard the gas oven being turned on.
I had a lot more scary experiences in that place. My best friend Odessa took a picture the night before I moved to another unit. When I checked the photo, I saw that someone else had joined the picture-taking, There was this figure standing in the back with big eyes and an open mouth, and covering his face like it was scared by the camera flash. I locked all the doors and we ran off.
The following day, the day I was leaving the unit, we were woken up by the banging on our door. It was so loud, as if someone was kicking and trying to break down the door. Then when the guards opened the door, nobody was there. That was the last day. I’m never going back to that unit ever again.”
Sometimes, the story isn’t an outright ghost story but a tale of strange and sometimes threatening situation.
Model Solenn Heussaff, host of “Fashbook,” has had close calls that were scary in themselves. The first was at a shoot for a product endorsement. From out of nowhere, a huge piece of metal almost fell on her and would certainly have caused serious injury if she had not moved away just seconds before the metal piece fell.
At another shoot for her show, huge lights came crashing on the chair that she had just vacated because she had to go the bathroom. Solenn is hoping that she would be as lucky should another perilous experience happen to her.
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Originally written by Ruel S. De Vera, Niño Mark Sablan from Inquirer Lifestyle.
Lunes, Nobyembre 19, 2012
Sa Isang Madilim na Gubat ang Daan
Malalim ang kadiliman ng gabi, akoy naglalakad sa gilid ng kalsada. Ibat-ibang uri ng mga kotse, mga truck at jeepney, sadyang makulay ang paligid habang silay mabagal na umuusad sa kalsada.
Napansin ko na may ilang mga tao ding naglalakad sa kalsada, mga chicks, manong at mga kabataan. Hindi ko maisip na sa dami ng jeepney na umuusad, hindi nila piniling sumakay. Pinapagod nila ang kanilang sarili sa paglalakad.
Medyo traffic, naglalakad nga ako sa isang avenida. Diretso ang daan ng kalsada at medyo dumadami ang mga taong naglalakad. Nakakasalubong ko silang lahat mapungay ang mga mata at nakangiti.
Sinasabi nila sa kanilang mga mata at sa kanilang isipan sa akin habang isa-isa ko silang nakakasalubong. “Saan ang patungo mo, Kaibigan?.” Sinagot ko sila sa aking isip “Papunta ako sa aking kamag-anak”.
Malayo pa ang daan at patuloy ako sa paglalakad. Maganda ang lugar, puno ng ilaw at mga huni ng mga sasakyan sa kalsada samantalang tahimik ang mga tao sa paglalakad. Medyo weird ang mga nangyayari.
Walang dahilan bakit sa kamag-anak namin ang destinasyon ko. Sabi ko sa aking sarili “Bakit ko kailangang lakarin ang napaka-habang daan na ito samantalang may shortcut naman banda jan”, kaya naman pinili ko ang shortcut na daan.
May eskinita sa gilid ng daan. Pinili kong dumaan sa shortcut. Sa Dami ng beses na dinaanan ko na ang shortcut na ito, di ko mapagtanto na parang iba ang lugar na ito. Alam at alam kong eto ang tamang daan na lagi kong dinaraanan pero parang ang weird. Pinagpatuloy kong dumaan at medyo lumalamig.
Ang shortcut na dinaraanan ko ay isang gubat. Maraming puno, mga damo at panay kurba ang daan. May mga ilang bahay na kalahating bato at kalahating kahoy ang tuktok, yero ang mga bubong.
Sadyang madilim ang shortcut na ito habang akoy naglalakad. Ang tanging ilaw lang na maaaninag ay ang mga ilaw ng mga bahay, dilaw na ilaw ng mga bumbilya.
Sa aking paglalakad may humarang sa akin na isang napakalaking aso, kulay itim ito at umiilaw ang mga mata. Umaamba ang aso at kumuha naman ako ng malaking bato para ipagtanggol ko ang aking sarili.
Kumahol ang malaking aso. “Roar!!, Roar!!, Roar!!”. Handa naman ako sa isang mabilis na pagtakas papalayo, pero tumigil ang aso at pumasok sa bahay ng amo.
Kaya naman pinagpatuloy ko ang aking paglalakad. Lalong lumalamig at tumatayo ang aking mga balahibo sa balat. Sinabi ko sa aking sarili “Iba na tong mga nangyayari.”
Nakaramdam ako ng isang malakas na aura na sanhi ng malamig na pakiramdam at pagtaas ng aking mga balahibo. Alam ko sa sarili kong aura yun ng isang mangkukulam.
Nangangamba ako sa aking sarili na wag nang magpatuloy sa daan na yun. Pero nang tumingin ako pabalik sa pinanggalingang daan papalabas ng shortcut, wala na ang daan. Wala na akong maaninag, sobrang madilim, alam kong pag bumalik pa ako, mahuhulog ako sa isang napakalalim na hukay. Wala nang paraan para bumalik pa.
Sa isang malaking bahay, kalahating bato, kahoy ang tuktok ng bahay at yero ang bubong na may bumbilyang dilaw. Lumabas ang isang matandang babaeng mangkukulam na may dalang lampara, matabang babaeng nakaitim na medyo singkit ang mga mata.
Tiningnan niya ako sa aking mga mata at nanigas ang aking katawan, may pumasok na malamig na hangin. Siyay humihiyaw-hiya at nag-sisisigaw. Hindi ko maintindihan ang sinisigaw niya. Namutla ako na parang mamamatay.
Pinilit kong labanan ang kaniyang aura, sinigaw ko ang ganito “Isa kang mangkukulam!! Mangkukulam ka!! Layuan mo ako kung ayaw mong pumutok ang katabaan ng katawan mo!!.”
Umusok ang kaniyang katawan, kulay itim, mabaho ang amoy na hindi mo maintindihan. Kumaripas na ako ng takbo pabalik, palabas ng shortcut.
Lumiliwanag ang daan, galing sa kaitaasan. Naaninag ko na ang daan palabas. Ang bilis ng aking takbo, kumakaripas.
“Nasa anong uri ba ng lugar ako, bakit kakaiba ang mga nangyayari?”. “medyo nagagalak ako pakiramdam koy napatay ko ang mangkukulam”. Nakalabas na ako sa gubat, naaninag ko na muli ang siyudad puro ilaw at ang diretsong mahabang kalsada. Nang tumawid ako may nakasalubong akong isang lalaki, nagsalita siya at sinabing.
“Hindi mo dapat na dinaanan ang eskinitang iyon sapagkat sinumpa ang lugar na yun, Ililigaw ka sa gubat na pugad ng maraming mga mangkukulam, Wala nang iba pang nakalabas dun, silay ginawang hapunan ng mga mangkukulam at habang buhay na silang makukulong dun.”
Maya maya pa, naramdaman kong may kumalabog sa kusina. At akoy nagising sa panaginip. Hindi ko alam na panaginip lang pala yun. Sobrang nakakakilabot ang panaginip na yun, katulad ng isang bangungot.
Dumiretso ako sa kusina para uminom. Binuksan ko ang ref, kinuha ang malamig na tubig sa pitsel at uminom. Ang oras ay 12:30 ng medaling araw. Sa pagsara ko ng ref, tumingin ako sa taas.
Nakita ko ang aking uncle na nakabarong na puti at nakalutang sa taas ng refrigerator namin. Natumba ako sa sobrang takot, wala namang ibang tao sa bahay namin kundi ako lang. Nakatingin siya sa akin na parang nakangiti at unti unti siyang naglaho sa taas ng ref.
Kinabukasan nabalitaan ko, ang aking uncle ay patay na. Inatake siya sa puso sa kahabaan ng tour nila sa Zambales. Hindi na siya inabot na buhay sa Hospital.
Story by: erwinmilitar99@yahoo.com
Napansin ko na may ilang mga tao ding naglalakad sa kalsada, mga chicks, manong at mga kabataan. Hindi ko maisip na sa dami ng jeepney na umuusad, hindi nila piniling sumakay. Pinapagod nila ang kanilang sarili sa paglalakad.
Medyo traffic, naglalakad nga ako sa isang avenida. Diretso ang daan ng kalsada at medyo dumadami ang mga taong naglalakad. Nakakasalubong ko silang lahat mapungay ang mga mata at nakangiti.
Sinasabi nila sa kanilang mga mata at sa kanilang isipan sa akin habang isa-isa ko silang nakakasalubong. “Saan ang patungo mo, Kaibigan?.” Sinagot ko sila sa aking isip “Papunta ako sa aking kamag-anak”.
Malayo pa ang daan at patuloy ako sa paglalakad. Maganda ang lugar, puno ng ilaw at mga huni ng mga sasakyan sa kalsada samantalang tahimik ang mga tao sa paglalakad. Medyo weird ang mga nangyayari.
Walang dahilan bakit sa kamag-anak namin ang destinasyon ko. Sabi ko sa aking sarili “Bakit ko kailangang lakarin ang napaka-habang daan na ito samantalang may shortcut naman banda jan”, kaya naman pinili ko ang shortcut na daan.
May eskinita sa gilid ng daan. Pinili kong dumaan sa shortcut. Sa Dami ng beses na dinaanan ko na ang shortcut na ito, di ko mapagtanto na parang iba ang lugar na ito. Alam at alam kong eto ang tamang daan na lagi kong dinaraanan pero parang ang weird. Pinagpatuloy kong dumaan at medyo lumalamig.
Ang shortcut na dinaraanan ko ay isang gubat. Maraming puno, mga damo at panay kurba ang daan. May mga ilang bahay na kalahating bato at kalahating kahoy ang tuktok, yero ang mga bubong.
Sadyang madilim ang shortcut na ito habang akoy naglalakad. Ang tanging ilaw lang na maaaninag ay ang mga ilaw ng mga bahay, dilaw na ilaw ng mga bumbilya.
Sa aking paglalakad may humarang sa akin na isang napakalaking aso, kulay itim ito at umiilaw ang mga mata. Umaamba ang aso at kumuha naman ako ng malaking bato para ipagtanggol ko ang aking sarili.
Kumahol ang malaking aso. “Roar!!, Roar!!, Roar!!”. Handa naman ako sa isang mabilis na pagtakas papalayo, pero tumigil ang aso at pumasok sa bahay ng amo.
Kaya naman pinagpatuloy ko ang aking paglalakad. Lalong lumalamig at tumatayo ang aking mga balahibo sa balat. Sinabi ko sa aking sarili “Iba na tong mga nangyayari.”
Nakaramdam ako ng isang malakas na aura na sanhi ng malamig na pakiramdam at pagtaas ng aking mga balahibo. Alam ko sa sarili kong aura yun ng isang mangkukulam.
Nangangamba ako sa aking sarili na wag nang magpatuloy sa daan na yun. Pero nang tumingin ako pabalik sa pinanggalingang daan papalabas ng shortcut, wala na ang daan. Wala na akong maaninag, sobrang madilim, alam kong pag bumalik pa ako, mahuhulog ako sa isang napakalalim na hukay. Wala nang paraan para bumalik pa.
Sa isang malaking bahay, kalahating bato, kahoy ang tuktok ng bahay at yero ang bubong na may bumbilyang dilaw. Lumabas ang isang matandang babaeng mangkukulam na may dalang lampara, matabang babaeng nakaitim na medyo singkit ang mga mata.
Tiningnan niya ako sa aking mga mata at nanigas ang aking katawan, may pumasok na malamig na hangin. Siyay humihiyaw-hiya at nag-sisisigaw. Hindi ko maintindihan ang sinisigaw niya. Namutla ako na parang mamamatay.
Pinilit kong labanan ang kaniyang aura, sinigaw ko ang ganito “Isa kang mangkukulam!! Mangkukulam ka!! Layuan mo ako kung ayaw mong pumutok ang katabaan ng katawan mo!!.”
Umusok ang kaniyang katawan, kulay itim, mabaho ang amoy na hindi mo maintindihan. Kumaripas na ako ng takbo pabalik, palabas ng shortcut.
Lumiliwanag ang daan, galing sa kaitaasan. Naaninag ko na ang daan palabas. Ang bilis ng aking takbo, kumakaripas.
“Nasa anong uri ba ng lugar ako, bakit kakaiba ang mga nangyayari?”. “medyo nagagalak ako pakiramdam koy napatay ko ang mangkukulam”. Nakalabas na ako sa gubat, naaninag ko na muli ang siyudad puro ilaw at ang diretsong mahabang kalsada. Nang tumawid ako may nakasalubong akong isang lalaki, nagsalita siya at sinabing.
“Hindi mo dapat na dinaanan ang eskinitang iyon sapagkat sinumpa ang lugar na yun, Ililigaw ka sa gubat na pugad ng maraming mga mangkukulam, Wala nang iba pang nakalabas dun, silay ginawang hapunan ng mga mangkukulam at habang buhay na silang makukulong dun.”
Maya maya pa, naramdaman kong may kumalabog sa kusina. At akoy nagising sa panaginip. Hindi ko alam na panaginip lang pala yun. Sobrang nakakakilabot ang panaginip na yun, katulad ng isang bangungot.
Dumiretso ako sa kusina para uminom. Binuksan ko ang ref, kinuha ang malamig na tubig sa pitsel at uminom. Ang oras ay 12:30 ng medaling araw. Sa pagsara ko ng ref, tumingin ako sa taas.
Nakita ko ang aking uncle na nakabarong na puti at nakalutang sa taas ng refrigerator namin. Natumba ako sa sobrang takot, wala namang ibang tao sa bahay namin kundi ako lang. Nakatingin siya sa akin na parang nakangiti at unti unti siyang naglaho sa taas ng ref.
Kinabukasan nabalitaan ko, ang aking uncle ay patay na. Inatake siya sa puso sa kahabaan ng tour nila sa Zambales. Hindi na siya inabot na buhay sa Hospital.
Story by: erwinmilitar99@yahoo.com
Ang Pasyon ni Lola
Bata palang ako ng namulat na ako sa aming relihiyon, bininyagan kasi akong Katoliko. Malaking porsyento kasi ng mga Pilipino eh Roman Catholic. Di mawawala sa kanila ang tradisyong gumalang sa mga santo. Ang iba pinupunasan pa nila ng panyo. Ang iba pinapasan sa kanilang balikat.
May celebrasyon na tinatawag na Mahal na araw, uso na naman ang Pasyon. Inaalala nila ang pagkamatay ni kristo sa krus. Inilalabas nila ang mga rebulto at larawan ni kristo, naglalagay ng kandila sa altar, sinisindihan at binabasa ang bibliya na parang umaawit.
Isang dapit hapon kasama ko ang aking mga kaibigan na si Sarah at Mark labing isang taong gulang palang kami nung araw na yun. Naglalaro kami nang taguan nang may makita kaming isang malaking bahay na luma na, panahon pa ng mga kastila ang disenyo nito di kalayuan sa aming bahay.
Hindi namin maisip na may ganitong bahay pala dito sa subdibisyon na ganito ang disenyo at nag iisa lang ito sa maraming bahay.
Ako ang taya at kailangan kong hanapin sila Sarah. Nag-bilang ako ng isa hanggang sampo hanggang sa mawala sila Sarah at Mark. At oras na para hanapin ang mga kolokoy, pinasok ko ang malaking bahay na mukhang haunted house na walang pag aalinlangan. Nagbabakasakaling ma-taya ko ang aking mga kaibigan pero mukhang tahimik at walang sumasagot.
Nakita ko ang loob ng bahay, walang mga gamit at puro agiw sa kisame at medyo madilim. Mayamaya may narining akong tunog ng gitara na nag strum ng isang beses at nawala rin ang tunog. Gusto kong hanapin kong saan nagmula ang tunog.
Naglakad lakad ako at umakyat sa 2nd floor nito. Nakakatakot talaga ang loob ng matandang bahay na ito. Hinanap ko ang mga kaibigan ko pero parang wala namang tao sa loob.
At may nakita akong isang kwarto, may umaawit na pang pasyon sa loob na isang matanda, di ko maintindihan ang kanyang salita, pinasok ko ang kwarto. Bumungad sakin sa loob ng kwarto ang napakadaming Rebulto at larawan ng mga taong may ibat ibang mukha. Nakita ko rin ang mga kandilang kulay itim na may sindi. Nakakakilabot, nagsimula na akong manlamig at halos kulay violet na ang aking labi.
Nakita ko ang isang matandang babae na nakaluhod sa altar na may hawak na isang maliit na libro na parang bibliya pero ibang letra ang mga nakasulat. Bumubulong siya sa hangin na parang umaawit, di ko maintindihan ang salita na ginagamit niya, parang kastila o latin pero alam kong nagpapasyon siya.
Ang matanda ay lumingon sa akin. Siyay nakatalukbong ng itim, at sobrang kulukulubot na ang balat. Nakakatakot ang mga mata nito.
Akoy takot na takot at nanlalamig, at di makagalaw. Gusto kong tumakbo palabas pero hindi ako makagalaw at hinihigop ako papasok ng dahan dahan at parang may nagpipilit sakin na tumingin sa isang krus.
Isang Tao ang nakapako sa krus kulay itim ang mukha nito at maiksi ang buhok, nakasulat ang aking pangalan sa uluhan ng krus, nakalagay rin ang date ng birthday ko at isa pang date pero napakalabo at di ko mabasa, ang nabasa ko lang na word eh “Date Died:”
Pinipilit ko ang aking sariling makagalaw pero hinihigop ako ng altar papalapit sa matandang babaeng naka itim.
“Wag po! Wag po!! Ayaw ko pang mamatay!” akoy napasigaw sa takot hanggang sa madampi ko na ang kamay ng matandang babae na nag sasabing “Halika!! Halika!!” na ang boses niya ay parang isang ugong na nanggaling sa di ko malamang napakalalim at nakakatakot na lugar. Napakalamig ng kamay nito na parang multo ng isang kaluluwang patay na. Pinipilit ako ng matandang babae na magmano sa kanya sa harap ng altar.
Sabi ng nanay ko pag nasa bingit daw ako ng panganib o sa nakakatakot na lugar banggitin ko daw ang pangalan ni Kristo. Binanggit ko ang pangalan ni Kristo ng tatlong beses “Dios ko, Tulungan nyo po ako!” at unti unting uminit at lumuwag ang pakiramdam ko at nakatakas ako sa kamay ng matandang babae.
Kumaripas ako ng takbo pababa ng 2nd floor at takbo takbong lumabas palayo sa matandang bahay na inaamag na. Hindi ko na inisip na hanapin ko pa ang aking mga kaibigan.
Nang nakalabas na ako dinungaw ko ang matandang bahay at napansin ko na parang palabo ng palabo ang bahay hanggang sa naging transparent at nawala na parang bula.
Maya maya natagpuan ako ng aking mga kaibigan at sinabi sa akin.”Hoy Mathew, nandito ka lang pala? hinahanap ka na ng mama mo, isang araw ka nang nawawala!” nabigla ako sa sinabi nila, eh parang 10 minuto lang ang mga nangyari nung nasa loob ako ng matandang bahay eh. Hindi pa rin ako makapag salita hanggang sa dinala ako sa bahay namin at konti konti kong ikinuwento ang lahat sa kanila.
May nagkuwento rin sa amin na ang matandang bahay daw na iyon ay 50 years ng giniba dahil araw araw may nagpapakitang ligaw na kaluluwa ng isang matanda doon. Sa paglipas nang araw pinaganda ang lugar at ginawang subdibisyon. At matapos nun wala nang ibang balita pa tungkol sa matandang babae.
Story by: erwinmilitar99@yahoo.com
May celebrasyon na tinatawag na Mahal na araw, uso na naman ang Pasyon. Inaalala nila ang pagkamatay ni kristo sa krus. Inilalabas nila ang mga rebulto at larawan ni kristo, naglalagay ng kandila sa altar, sinisindihan at binabasa ang bibliya na parang umaawit.
Isang dapit hapon kasama ko ang aking mga kaibigan na si Sarah at Mark labing isang taong gulang palang kami nung araw na yun. Naglalaro kami nang taguan nang may makita kaming isang malaking bahay na luma na, panahon pa ng mga kastila ang disenyo nito di kalayuan sa aming bahay.
Hindi namin maisip na may ganitong bahay pala dito sa subdibisyon na ganito ang disenyo at nag iisa lang ito sa maraming bahay.
Ako ang taya at kailangan kong hanapin sila Sarah. Nag-bilang ako ng isa hanggang sampo hanggang sa mawala sila Sarah at Mark. At oras na para hanapin ang mga kolokoy, pinasok ko ang malaking bahay na mukhang haunted house na walang pag aalinlangan. Nagbabakasakaling ma-taya ko ang aking mga kaibigan pero mukhang tahimik at walang sumasagot.
Nakita ko ang loob ng bahay, walang mga gamit at puro agiw sa kisame at medyo madilim. Mayamaya may narining akong tunog ng gitara na nag strum ng isang beses at nawala rin ang tunog. Gusto kong hanapin kong saan nagmula ang tunog.
Naglakad lakad ako at umakyat sa 2nd floor nito. Nakakatakot talaga ang loob ng matandang bahay na ito. Hinanap ko ang mga kaibigan ko pero parang wala namang tao sa loob.
At may nakita akong isang kwarto, may umaawit na pang pasyon sa loob na isang matanda, di ko maintindihan ang kanyang salita, pinasok ko ang kwarto. Bumungad sakin sa loob ng kwarto ang napakadaming Rebulto at larawan ng mga taong may ibat ibang mukha. Nakita ko rin ang mga kandilang kulay itim na may sindi. Nakakakilabot, nagsimula na akong manlamig at halos kulay violet na ang aking labi.
Nakita ko ang isang matandang babae na nakaluhod sa altar na may hawak na isang maliit na libro na parang bibliya pero ibang letra ang mga nakasulat. Bumubulong siya sa hangin na parang umaawit, di ko maintindihan ang salita na ginagamit niya, parang kastila o latin pero alam kong nagpapasyon siya.
Ang matanda ay lumingon sa akin. Siyay nakatalukbong ng itim, at sobrang kulukulubot na ang balat. Nakakatakot ang mga mata nito.
Akoy takot na takot at nanlalamig, at di makagalaw. Gusto kong tumakbo palabas pero hindi ako makagalaw at hinihigop ako papasok ng dahan dahan at parang may nagpipilit sakin na tumingin sa isang krus.
Isang Tao ang nakapako sa krus kulay itim ang mukha nito at maiksi ang buhok, nakasulat ang aking pangalan sa uluhan ng krus, nakalagay rin ang date ng birthday ko at isa pang date pero napakalabo at di ko mabasa, ang nabasa ko lang na word eh “Date Died:”
Pinipilit ko ang aking sariling makagalaw pero hinihigop ako ng altar papalapit sa matandang babaeng naka itim.
“Wag po! Wag po!! Ayaw ko pang mamatay!” akoy napasigaw sa takot hanggang sa madampi ko na ang kamay ng matandang babae na nag sasabing “Halika!! Halika!!” na ang boses niya ay parang isang ugong na nanggaling sa di ko malamang napakalalim at nakakatakot na lugar. Napakalamig ng kamay nito na parang multo ng isang kaluluwang patay na. Pinipilit ako ng matandang babae na magmano sa kanya sa harap ng altar.
Sabi ng nanay ko pag nasa bingit daw ako ng panganib o sa nakakatakot na lugar banggitin ko daw ang pangalan ni Kristo. Binanggit ko ang pangalan ni Kristo ng tatlong beses “Dios ko, Tulungan nyo po ako!” at unti unting uminit at lumuwag ang pakiramdam ko at nakatakas ako sa kamay ng matandang babae.
Kumaripas ako ng takbo pababa ng 2nd floor at takbo takbong lumabas palayo sa matandang bahay na inaamag na. Hindi ko na inisip na hanapin ko pa ang aking mga kaibigan.
Nang nakalabas na ako dinungaw ko ang matandang bahay at napansin ko na parang palabo ng palabo ang bahay hanggang sa naging transparent at nawala na parang bula.
Maya maya natagpuan ako ng aking mga kaibigan at sinabi sa akin.”Hoy Mathew, nandito ka lang pala? hinahanap ka na ng mama mo, isang araw ka nang nawawala!” nabigla ako sa sinabi nila, eh parang 10 minuto lang ang mga nangyari nung nasa loob ako ng matandang bahay eh. Hindi pa rin ako makapag salita hanggang sa dinala ako sa bahay namin at konti konti kong ikinuwento ang lahat sa kanila.
May nagkuwento rin sa amin na ang matandang bahay daw na iyon ay 50 years ng giniba dahil araw araw may nagpapakitang ligaw na kaluluwa ng isang matanda doon. Sa paglipas nang araw pinaganda ang lugar at ginawang subdibisyon. At matapos nun wala nang ibang balita pa tungkol sa matandang babae.
Story by: erwinmilitar99@yahoo.com
Huwebes, Agosto 23, 2012
My Encounter With An Aswang
I have numerous experiences with ghosts or whatever they might be but this one I would never forget. It happened when I moved up to Calamba from Paranaque due to my new job location.
I rented a penthouse; it's on the rooftop on a two story building apartment. I'm living with my girlfriend and in the first weeks we began to experience strange things, at first we tried to hold these from each other but then began to discuss them among ourselves. I told her at times I would hear a male voice whistling in a merry tone or some people (a female) conversing in the middle of the afternoons which to my surprise she hears them too. She then told me she would catch at time in the corner of her eyes a silhouette rushing through the door which I do also encounter.
Her elder sister one time visited and stayed with us and during the first day she said she sense something in the house but told us it was guarding the house or we and we need not to be afraid. She told us these even we don't tell her any stories of it.
Now, the worst one, we are experiencing this scratching, something like crawling or walking in our roof, at time we would hear thuds. I already have hints it's an ASWANG, I was so angry at it that I would curse at it when when we heard the sounds.
I got 2 handguns with me a.38 and.45, a samurai and a number of knives which I collected. I would get out of the house armed and with a flashlight and threw stones on our roof, ready to shoot anything that comes off of it.
It was one night my spitz dog which I tied to the backdoor was crying in the middle of the night and I knew it's starting again. Slowly with all the lights off I approached the backdoor and I heard the only sound that I cannot decide what kind or where it was coming from. It was somewhat coming afar, it says Kaaaak! Kaaak, sounds like a bird or what ever that is scaring the hell out of my dog. I was told that the aswang sounds afar when it is near you.
My dog was really scared with her body pressed against the backdoor crying. I was just waiting for the doorknob to turn and I'm really going to blow this aswang away if it intends to go through my backdoor so I click on the hammer of my gun and got into a position. Suddenly the sound stops. Probably heard the gun-clicking, my eyes were all over the place, looking the window direction or any. It was dark and I don't if he already managed to slip in the house.
I let out a curse for the aswang to hear seconds later there was nothing. Soon I was back in the bed and we heard rattling on our roof and again with my gun and a knife, my girlfriend along with me we went out of the house. I'd say past 12 midnight maybe and checked out our roof. I told her to throw garlic's and salt in the roof and around the house especially on the doors path. It was then that it all stops for months.
It was then we are sitting outside the house enjoying the moon that night when she notices something flying, flapping it's wings at points it to me, to my surprise I cannot make something to what I see, brown in color maybe the size of a dog some 100 meters away maybe and my girlfriend and just look at each other and we both agree its no big bird or bat it is, it was flying slow and I'm totally sure its now owl too, I've seen owls they don't get that big nor fly that way.
Today I sleep with my guns and knives beside me, I was told to wet the bullets with my saliva to have them penetrate these beings the same way I did with my samurai and knives sharpness. Who knows I maybe the first one to kill some of things or whatever they maybe.
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I rented a penthouse; it's on the rooftop on a two story building apartment. I'm living with my girlfriend and in the first weeks we began to experience strange things, at first we tried to hold these from each other but then began to discuss them among ourselves. I told her at times I would hear a male voice whistling in a merry tone or some people (a female) conversing in the middle of the afternoons which to my surprise she hears them too. She then told me she would catch at time in the corner of her eyes a silhouette rushing through the door which I do also encounter.
Her elder sister one time visited and stayed with us and during the first day she said she sense something in the house but told us it was guarding the house or we and we need not to be afraid. She told us these even we don't tell her any stories of it.
Now, the worst one, we are experiencing this scratching, something like crawling or walking in our roof, at time we would hear thuds. I already have hints it's an ASWANG, I was so angry at it that I would curse at it when when we heard the sounds.
I got 2 handguns with me a.38 and.45, a samurai and a number of knives which I collected. I would get out of the house armed and with a flashlight and threw stones on our roof, ready to shoot anything that comes off of it.
It was one night my spitz dog which I tied to the backdoor was crying in the middle of the night and I knew it's starting again. Slowly with all the lights off I approached the backdoor and I heard the only sound that I cannot decide what kind or where it was coming from. It was somewhat coming afar, it says Kaaaak! Kaaak, sounds like a bird or what ever that is scaring the hell out of my dog. I was told that the aswang sounds afar when it is near you.
My dog was really scared with her body pressed against the backdoor crying. I was just waiting for the doorknob to turn and I'm really going to blow this aswang away if it intends to go through my backdoor so I click on the hammer of my gun and got into a position. Suddenly the sound stops. Probably heard the gun-clicking, my eyes were all over the place, looking the window direction or any. It was dark and I don't if he already managed to slip in the house.
I let out a curse for the aswang to hear seconds later there was nothing. Soon I was back in the bed and we heard rattling on our roof and again with my gun and a knife, my girlfriend along with me we went out of the house. I'd say past 12 midnight maybe and checked out our roof. I told her to throw garlic's and salt in the roof and around the house especially on the doors path. It was then that it all stops for months.
It was then we are sitting outside the house enjoying the moon that night when she notices something flying, flapping it's wings at points it to me, to my surprise I cannot make something to what I see, brown in color maybe the size of a dog some 100 meters away maybe and my girlfriend and just look at each other and we both agree its no big bird or bat it is, it was flying slow and I'm totally sure its now owl too, I've seen owls they don't get that big nor fly that way.
Today I sleep with my guns and knives beside me, I was told to wet the bullets with my saliva to have them penetrate these beings the same way I did with my samurai and knives sharpness. Who knows I maybe the first one to kill some of things or whatever they maybe.
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A Creepy Wailing Woman
It has been a while since I last posted a story. Work has been hectic but at least I've 'earned' a few experiences to share.
This particular one happened fairly recently, around June 2010, when my husband and I had our master's bedroom repainted. Because of the strong odour from the paint, my husband and I decided to sleep in the guest room which was right next to our dining area. After reading a book and exchanging stories for a bit, we were both asleep. Around half past two, I felt aware of my surroundings and I started hearing a woman's voice. I then opened my eyes and listened in, trying to make out what she was saying. I can't say exactly if she was singing a melancholy tune or if she was crying. Worse of all, her voice sounded ethereal that I immediately knew she wasn't of this world anymore. One minute she'd sound nearby and another minute, her voice would suddenly sound distant. It even came to a point that she sounded like she was right outside my bedroom window. The thing is we live on the 4th floor! I decided not to tell my husband about it because I knew he'd probably think I was nuts. Days later, after having convinced myself that I probably dreamt about her, I heard her again.
I was having lunch with my hubby and dad-in-law when I suddenly heard the same ethereal wail-singing. I was creeped out but I chose to keep quiet about it. After lunch, I couldn't take it anymore! I went straight to the kitchen to ask our maid if she was hearing what I was hearing. To my surprise she said: "Alin po? Yung babaeng kumakanta na parang umiiyak? Opo ate, naririnig ko sya gabi gabi." (Do you mean the woman who sounds like she's singing or crying? Yes mam, I hear her every night.) My jaws almost dropped. At the same time, I was also happy to realize that what I was hearing was real! (Considering the fact that I only asked her if she was hearing anything strange yet she described what I was hearing accurately!) She then went on to tell me how the woman's voice would sometimes sound like its right outside her bedroom door! She even told me how she'd deliberately play praise songs on her CD player in an attempt to keep herself safe and at around 2 or 3 in the morning, she'd find the CD player unplugged!
We have no idea who she could be or what she needs, but I think she needs help. I've also tried burning incense in every room of the house but it only seemed to keep her away for a few days. One other strange fact about the whole experience is that I never hear her when I'm at the master's bedroom, which is only a few feet away!
Any thoughts?
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This particular one happened fairly recently, around June 2010, when my husband and I had our master's bedroom repainted. Because of the strong odour from the paint, my husband and I decided to sleep in the guest room which was right next to our dining area. After reading a book and exchanging stories for a bit, we were both asleep. Around half past two, I felt aware of my surroundings and I started hearing a woman's voice. I then opened my eyes and listened in, trying to make out what she was saying. I can't say exactly if she was singing a melancholy tune or if she was crying. Worse of all, her voice sounded ethereal that I immediately knew she wasn't of this world anymore. One minute she'd sound nearby and another minute, her voice would suddenly sound distant. It even came to a point that she sounded like she was right outside my bedroom window. The thing is we live on the 4th floor! I decided not to tell my husband about it because I knew he'd probably think I was nuts. Days later, after having convinced myself that I probably dreamt about her, I heard her again.
I was having lunch with my hubby and dad-in-law when I suddenly heard the same ethereal wail-singing. I was creeped out but I chose to keep quiet about it. After lunch, I couldn't take it anymore! I went straight to the kitchen to ask our maid if she was hearing what I was hearing. To my surprise she said: "Alin po? Yung babaeng kumakanta na parang umiiyak? Opo ate, naririnig ko sya gabi gabi." (Do you mean the woman who sounds like she's singing or crying? Yes mam, I hear her every night.) My jaws almost dropped. At the same time, I was also happy to realize that what I was hearing was real! (Considering the fact that I only asked her if she was hearing anything strange yet she described what I was hearing accurately!) She then went on to tell me how the woman's voice would sometimes sound like its right outside her bedroom door! She even told me how she'd deliberately play praise songs on her CD player in an attempt to keep herself safe and at around 2 or 3 in the morning, she'd find the CD player unplugged!
We have no idea who she could be or what she needs, but I think she needs help. I've also tried burning incense in every room of the house but it only seemed to keep her away for a few days. One other strange fact about the whole experience is that I never hear her when I'm at the master's bedroom, which is only a few feet away!
Any thoughts?
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The Price of Freedom
I knew a man, a dead man who was nameless, and a spectre that every sane man forgot. He told me his story in my nightmares and my dreams and he’ll repeat it to me every goddamn day.
The days long ago were harsh and black; every man’s life was more a dead living then living until death. In this time, there was a young man, a defiant man with eyes of the bluest, deadest ice.
No one knew his name, no one could care, and life was too much of a struggle to be involved. This young man was taken away as prisoner for a crime to his dying day would say he did not commit. He was a lonely man by any means, a quieter man you’ve never met yet a friendlier one you’ve never seen, but there was a scent of madness on this man. It was in his skin, his breath, his essence, it was the scent of a dead man walking and he knew it but he’d fight it to the end.
They took him in cuffs to his court room drama, and he fought it all the way. The guards, they tore at him and ripped his clothing to shreds. With both hands tied, he broke their skulls with his head alone but for every man he broke in survival, he lost every chance, every possibility of walking free.
Fate pulls at the heartstrings in all of us, but it seems only the worst of luck would place a laughing judge behind the desk in front. A Judge, a Jury and a Warden, and whose corruption was at peace with the time of the world, when money and numbers meant everything and names and lives meant nothing. The prisoner fought telling the court he was innocent, innocent.
“I’m Innocent!” He cried.
It was all in vain. The jury just laughed with jeering cries, calling for a harsher punishment, calling for death and execution. All the while the judge just sat behind a quiet smirk, for of course he knew he was getting his money and his time was not wasted.
The guards eventually subdued the young mad man, and when they had him on all fours, they didn’t waste a second on him, for he was scum in their eyes. They beat him to an inch of his life, let the blood pool in his kidneys and his lungs, pummelling against flesh and bone, for they enjoyed it all. They enjoyed beating the animal senseless.
To them, he was filth, just another criminal, another piece of trash on the street, garbage as if the world wasn’t full of it and each and every one piece protesting their innocence. They cried and sobbed, still yelling their innocence until their throats was raw. He was no different.
Blindfolded, his pride destroyed; they stripped him down and dragged him to his cell. The guards opened the door, threw him in wrapped only in a small loincloth made of rags. The cell was cold and damp, a reminder this wasn’t just a prison but a camp.
Slowly the man was broken down. For that first day his screaming would not stop, instead it would turn to sobbing or hysteria and who could blame the prisoner? Stripped of everything and left in the cold to die like an animal, would you not cry your sanity away as well?
Two years passed and the prisoner had lost his words. He could think, he could hear, see and smell. He could touch and feel and he knew where he was, but he would not talk. After that first day in his cell, no man ever heard him utter another word. Instead he remained in a near catatonic state, always on the very edge of sanity. Until one day in his second year of imprisonment his world changed.
The guards were always cruel and for their own messed up reasons, he was their special prey. They always made sure to include him in their sadistic games. One special occasion, a guard had a twisted game for his meat. Armoured and tall the guard strode in; rifle under one arm and a red fountain pen in the other. The pen was small, thin and sharp but solid and strong.
The guard told the prisoner to make it easier on himself, that he would exit the cell and give the prisoner enough privacy to kill himself quietly, provided he wouldn’t make too much of a mess and for the first time in his life, the prisoner had an option could think about even if it was only briefly.
Slowly the prisoner nodded his head to the guard, indicating he wanted to go through with it. Laughing savagely the guard wandered off, leaving the man with a choice.
The prisoner sat quietly on the cell floor, both hands wrapped around this pen full of bloody ink. He thought about everything his life had once been, about everything that had been taken away from him.
Half an hour later the guard came back and found the prisoner asleep. He looked through the bars in the door at the prone figure, swore quietly to himself about people being weak and stalked off.
The prisoner lay sleeping and for the first time in a long time he found himself dreaming, not just sleeping but actually dreaming pictures and words. He found himself dreaming for one thing: freedom.
The next morning the prisoner awoke his new weapon in hand. From morning to night, night to morning he tapped the butt of that god forsaken pen against every inch of wall in his cell, always listening closely for any hollow noises, anything to indicate a weakness in the walls. The endless TAP, TAP… every few seconds was enough to drive those still sane mad.
For ten years the prisoner tapped every morning and every night. For those ten years his other prison-mates complained. One night in his tenth year, the prisoner heard a hollow noise from his tapping; weakness in the wall just above his bed frame, maybe from water damage or heating. He tapped as a mad man, the echoing thuds loud enough for everyone to hear. This prisoner had the scent of hope, and hope is something no prisoner should hold, at least not in the eyes of their keepers.
His keepers, his guards dragged him from his cell in the eye of the morning to a room in the back, a place away from passing patrols and surveillance cameras. They beat him, they beat him so hard. They pummelled him with batons and broke his ribs with their fists and boots. The morning air was filled with the sound of bruised flesh and breaking bones. He had been close to death many times before but not as close as this. They flayed his flesh with whips and stabbed him in every area not vital with glass and nails, anything they could use to take away his hope.
Torn asunder in mind and body, they left him there to die, and die he did until a petite figured nurse with blonde and black hair found him. She was beautiful and rare, something the prisoner could barely see through eyes so swollen. She spoke about everything and anything while she worked and he loved every moment of her company, but the hours passed too quickly and his keepers came to claim him to his cell.
Days went by and she was all the prisoner could think about. He wanted to escape, to take her away from this devils paradise. The more he thought about her, the quieter he became, a fact his guards hated. He would give them no response; no gasp of pain even a goddamn glance. They laughed at him, jeered at him because they knew he could never speak a word.
Night by night they beat him and they laughed and every night he woke to the voice of the petite blond and black haired nurse. She spoke words he could not comprehend, but only hear in blurs and muffles in his broken head and deafened ears. Through blood-cracked lips… he smiled.
The guards were ruthless in their taunting, in their effort to break him. They would point and laugh at him, knowing he had no words to come back with; until one day... he snapped. A man already broken can snap, and when he does death is always waiting close by for him and those around him. He walks beside them all but when a broken man cracks, death breaks into a run and the scent of agony fills his senses with ecstasy.
The prisoner pointed at all of them with fingers snapped in all directions and he laughed. He laughed beyond everything and all he was for a moment was hysterical, hurting laughter. It was as if every beating, every hurt his heart had felt was coming back up in his bray, like he was telling the world and the guards to get lost, to go screw themselves and lose themselves in their pathetic lives.
He could not talk, but he could think and this laughter was the closest thing to true defiance he had ever had before.
This scared the guardsmen, it scared them in a way they had never known. The beatings came faster and harder every hour and every day, and every day he’d wake and laugh. He’d laugh so hard and so hysterically through bloodied lips and cracked ribs. Blood would pool on the ground from teeth that had been knocked out, from cuts and scrapes and skin in strips, but still he would laugh. He knew what he was doing in his own mind. Because every time he’d laugh, they would beat him and he would wake up in the arms of his lovely nurse. The pain was worth it, the beatings were worth it just to wake up in the arms of company.
Her small expressions of kindness were enough to get him through his days, to help him weather the pain of his own life. He thought that if he could do this long enough, maybe he could grow stronger and accept that he was a prisoner, he would never truly leave his cell behind.
But the keepers were not stupid. They caught on to his fondness for the nurse, the game he played. For a time they stopped their beatings. They never came to take him away to the back room, away from the world. Even when he laughed and pointed at them, they walked away.
He never could understand why until it was far too late and this time, they would not hold back. There was no back room this time; there was no hiding from other patrols or the surveillance.
This time it was pure, raw hatred for a man who they saw had wronged them, had used them. In front of the crowd of in-mates they beat him worse than they had ever. They broke both his legs and shattered his kneecaps to being useless. They broke every bone in his body and saved the spine to last, just to watch him squeal and scream and he held on. He held on with every part of his soul, all because of his nurse.
Little did he know of the news they held back. They waited for the right time to tell him. They waited three weeks til he woke from his battle coma. They smiled at him and waited eagerly for his reaction as one of the smaller ones piped up.
His nurse was gone, they sacked her for stealing. She lost her job, her references and any hope of survival. They made sure she’d never work again. They’d beaten her and raped her, scarred her face with their sharpened knives meant for unruly prisoners. They’d made sure she would never earn a dollar on the streets even, for no man would take a night out with a hooker with a carved mask for a face.
To their delight, their hard work paid off, for at the start of their shift that day, they found her body in the street; malnourished and frozen, she lay on the staircase to their entrance her fist frozen to the door, her pleading to be let in still caught on her still-beautiful face.
The looks on their faces that day when they shared their news with the prisoner, they giggled and laughed and made every crass joke under the sun. They watched him cry and plead, something he had not done for a long time.
With broken legs they dragged him one last time to his cell. With broken legs he dragged himself through the cell door, his legs like splintered ivy, bones shooting off in all directions.
For three days he lay there on the floor, on his stomach. For three days he cried.
On the third night, a small fountain pen with red ink rolled out from under his bed towards him. He wondered how, for there was no one in his cell. Without light he could tell there was no one beside him.
The guards that morning heard his tapping, the endless procession of eerie, tiny taps and then the loud thudding began. Hope in his heart, he had found the weakened wall again, but he wanted them to know. He wanted to see their eyes when they knew he had discovered his hope again. He wanted them to be scared, to be terrified of a man who had lost all and only recovered the maddening of a slim hope and so he pounded that pen against the wall, against the weakened mortar.
They rushed to him and he waited. He waited for their yells, their curses. He waited until they had just pried his cell door open. He waited until they bent close to him, and tried to grab his arms.
To this day, be it my dreams or my nightmares, the strength behind a desperate act still scares me, as did the look in this man’s eyes. He has left his soul behind and now only clings to his flesh.
As the guards bent down, his will returned. With broken arms and fingers splayed in all directions, he fought them off. The sheer power in those broken hands was enough to snap his captor’s wrists as he pried them off. Slowly he stood on broken legs with agony passing through every vein. The guards… they cried out for help, any one to stop this mad man, but on that day time came to a slow. The first step he took, he nearly fell, but he regained his balance quickly as the second step came down faster, and in a heartbeat later he was close to running.
His keepers stood in silent fear, in a world of awe as he charged full speed at that weakened wall. A man’s cell is his prison, as is his heart; but that day the prisoner was free from his jail. Six inches of mortar and brick become dust as the prisoner hit. A demolition crew couldn’t break that wall like the prisoner did that day.
He was free...
But freedom comes with a price, and this is something we all know. For some of us the price is too high and we choose keep being prisoners from our own fear. For others, the price is just right and they pay it willingly.
For ten years the prisoner had never known the layout of his jail, for ten years he had never known how high or low he was off the ground, and that there was his mistake. A mistake he would pay for with his life and this he knew at the very end.
As he fell through the wall, his momentum carried him on and before he fell, he turned himself over to look at his captors once more. He looked into their eyes one last time and kept their glance, laughing all the way down. With tears in his eyes, his thoughts were chaos, all but two.
His last thoughts were two things a second before he hit –
His blonde and black haired nurse, whose beauty he would never forget, but name he had never known.
His very last was –
“I’m finally free...”
Source
The days long ago were harsh and black; every man’s life was more a dead living then living until death. In this time, there was a young man, a defiant man with eyes of the bluest, deadest ice.
No one knew his name, no one could care, and life was too much of a struggle to be involved. This young man was taken away as prisoner for a crime to his dying day would say he did not commit. He was a lonely man by any means, a quieter man you’ve never met yet a friendlier one you’ve never seen, but there was a scent of madness on this man. It was in his skin, his breath, his essence, it was the scent of a dead man walking and he knew it but he’d fight it to the end.
They took him in cuffs to his court room drama, and he fought it all the way. The guards, they tore at him and ripped his clothing to shreds. With both hands tied, he broke their skulls with his head alone but for every man he broke in survival, he lost every chance, every possibility of walking free.
Fate pulls at the heartstrings in all of us, but it seems only the worst of luck would place a laughing judge behind the desk in front. A Judge, a Jury and a Warden, and whose corruption was at peace with the time of the world, when money and numbers meant everything and names and lives meant nothing. The prisoner fought telling the court he was innocent, innocent.
“I’m Innocent!” He cried.
It was all in vain. The jury just laughed with jeering cries, calling for a harsher punishment, calling for death and execution. All the while the judge just sat behind a quiet smirk, for of course he knew he was getting his money and his time was not wasted.
The guards eventually subdued the young mad man, and when they had him on all fours, they didn’t waste a second on him, for he was scum in their eyes. They beat him to an inch of his life, let the blood pool in his kidneys and his lungs, pummelling against flesh and bone, for they enjoyed it all. They enjoyed beating the animal senseless.
To them, he was filth, just another criminal, another piece of trash on the street, garbage as if the world wasn’t full of it and each and every one piece protesting their innocence. They cried and sobbed, still yelling their innocence until their throats was raw. He was no different.
Blindfolded, his pride destroyed; they stripped him down and dragged him to his cell. The guards opened the door, threw him in wrapped only in a small loincloth made of rags. The cell was cold and damp, a reminder this wasn’t just a prison but a camp.
Slowly the man was broken down. For that first day his screaming would not stop, instead it would turn to sobbing or hysteria and who could blame the prisoner? Stripped of everything and left in the cold to die like an animal, would you not cry your sanity away as well?
Two years passed and the prisoner had lost his words. He could think, he could hear, see and smell. He could touch and feel and he knew where he was, but he would not talk. After that first day in his cell, no man ever heard him utter another word. Instead he remained in a near catatonic state, always on the very edge of sanity. Until one day in his second year of imprisonment his world changed.
The guards were always cruel and for their own messed up reasons, he was their special prey. They always made sure to include him in their sadistic games. One special occasion, a guard had a twisted game for his meat. Armoured and tall the guard strode in; rifle under one arm and a red fountain pen in the other. The pen was small, thin and sharp but solid and strong.
The guard told the prisoner to make it easier on himself, that he would exit the cell and give the prisoner enough privacy to kill himself quietly, provided he wouldn’t make too much of a mess and for the first time in his life, the prisoner had an option could think about even if it was only briefly.
Slowly the prisoner nodded his head to the guard, indicating he wanted to go through with it. Laughing savagely the guard wandered off, leaving the man with a choice.
The prisoner sat quietly on the cell floor, both hands wrapped around this pen full of bloody ink. He thought about everything his life had once been, about everything that had been taken away from him.
Half an hour later the guard came back and found the prisoner asleep. He looked through the bars in the door at the prone figure, swore quietly to himself about people being weak and stalked off.
The prisoner lay sleeping and for the first time in a long time he found himself dreaming, not just sleeping but actually dreaming pictures and words. He found himself dreaming for one thing: freedom.
The next morning the prisoner awoke his new weapon in hand. From morning to night, night to morning he tapped the butt of that god forsaken pen against every inch of wall in his cell, always listening closely for any hollow noises, anything to indicate a weakness in the walls. The endless TAP, TAP… every few seconds was enough to drive those still sane mad.
For ten years the prisoner tapped every morning and every night. For those ten years his other prison-mates complained. One night in his tenth year, the prisoner heard a hollow noise from his tapping; weakness in the wall just above his bed frame, maybe from water damage or heating. He tapped as a mad man, the echoing thuds loud enough for everyone to hear. This prisoner had the scent of hope, and hope is something no prisoner should hold, at least not in the eyes of their keepers.
His keepers, his guards dragged him from his cell in the eye of the morning to a room in the back, a place away from passing patrols and surveillance cameras. They beat him, they beat him so hard. They pummelled him with batons and broke his ribs with their fists and boots. The morning air was filled with the sound of bruised flesh and breaking bones. He had been close to death many times before but not as close as this. They flayed his flesh with whips and stabbed him in every area not vital with glass and nails, anything they could use to take away his hope.
Torn asunder in mind and body, they left him there to die, and die he did until a petite figured nurse with blonde and black hair found him. She was beautiful and rare, something the prisoner could barely see through eyes so swollen. She spoke about everything and anything while she worked and he loved every moment of her company, but the hours passed too quickly and his keepers came to claim him to his cell.
Days went by and she was all the prisoner could think about. He wanted to escape, to take her away from this devils paradise. The more he thought about her, the quieter he became, a fact his guards hated. He would give them no response; no gasp of pain even a goddamn glance. They laughed at him, jeered at him because they knew he could never speak a word.
Night by night they beat him and they laughed and every night he woke to the voice of the petite blond and black haired nurse. She spoke words he could not comprehend, but only hear in blurs and muffles in his broken head and deafened ears. Through blood-cracked lips… he smiled.
The guards were ruthless in their taunting, in their effort to break him. They would point and laugh at him, knowing he had no words to come back with; until one day... he snapped. A man already broken can snap, and when he does death is always waiting close by for him and those around him. He walks beside them all but when a broken man cracks, death breaks into a run and the scent of agony fills his senses with ecstasy.
The prisoner pointed at all of them with fingers snapped in all directions and he laughed. He laughed beyond everything and all he was for a moment was hysterical, hurting laughter. It was as if every beating, every hurt his heart had felt was coming back up in his bray, like he was telling the world and the guards to get lost, to go screw themselves and lose themselves in their pathetic lives.
He could not talk, but he could think and this laughter was the closest thing to true defiance he had ever had before.
This scared the guardsmen, it scared them in a way they had never known. The beatings came faster and harder every hour and every day, and every day he’d wake and laugh. He’d laugh so hard and so hysterically through bloodied lips and cracked ribs. Blood would pool on the ground from teeth that had been knocked out, from cuts and scrapes and skin in strips, but still he would laugh. He knew what he was doing in his own mind. Because every time he’d laugh, they would beat him and he would wake up in the arms of his lovely nurse. The pain was worth it, the beatings were worth it just to wake up in the arms of company.
Her small expressions of kindness were enough to get him through his days, to help him weather the pain of his own life. He thought that if he could do this long enough, maybe he could grow stronger and accept that he was a prisoner, he would never truly leave his cell behind.
But the keepers were not stupid. They caught on to his fondness for the nurse, the game he played. For a time they stopped their beatings. They never came to take him away to the back room, away from the world. Even when he laughed and pointed at them, they walked away.
He never could understand why until it was far too late and this time, they would not hold back. There was no back room this time; there was no hiding from other patrols or the surveillance.
This time it was pure, raw hatred for a man who they saw had wronged them, had used them. In front of the crowd of in-mates they beat him worse than they had ever. They broke both his legs and shattered his kneecaps to being useless. They broke every bone in his body and saved the spine to last, just to watch him squeal and scream and he held on. He held on with every part of his soul, all because of his nurse.
Little did he know of the news they held back. They waited for the right time to tell him. They waited three weeks til he woke from his battle coma. They smiled at him and waited eagerly for his reaction as one of the smaller ones piped up.
His nurse was gone, they sacked her for stealing. She lost her job, her references and any hope of survival. They made sure she’d never work again. They’d beaten her and raped her, scarred her face with their sharpened knives meant for unruly prisoners. They’d made sure she would never earn a dollar on the streets even, for no man would take a night out with a hooker with a carved mask for a face.
To their delight, their hard work paid off, for at the start of their shift that day, they found her body in the street; malnourished and frozen, she lay on the staircase to their entrance her fist frozen to the door, her pleading to be let in still caught on her still-beautiful face.
The looks on their faces that day when they shared their news with the prisoner, they giggled and laughed and made every crass joke under the sun. They watched him cry and plead, something he had not done for a long time.
With broken legs they dragged him one last time to his cell. With broken legs he dragged himself through the cell door, his legs like splintered ivy, bones shooting off in all directions.
For three days he lay there on the floor, on his stomach. For three days he cried.
On the third night, a small fountain pen with red ink rolled out from under his bed towards him. He wondered how, for there was no one in his cell. Without light he could tell there was no one beside him.
The guards that morning heard his tapping, the endless procession of eerie, tiny taps and then the loud thudding began. Hope in his heart, he had found the weakened wall again, but he wanted them to know. He wanted to see their eyes when they knew he had discovered his hope again. He wanted them to be scared, to be terrified of a man who had lost all and only recovered the maddening of a slim hope and so he pounded that pen against the wall, against the weakened mortar.
They rushed to him and he waited. He waited for their yells, their curses. He waited until they had just pried his cell door open. He waited until they bent close to him, and tried to grab his arms.
To this day, be it my dreams or my nightmares, the strength behind a desperate act still scares me, as did the look in this man’s eyes. He has left his soul behind and now only clings to his flesh.
As the guards bent down, his will returned. With broken arms and fingers splayed in all directions, he fought them off. The sheer power in those broken hands was enough to snap his captor’s wrists as he pried them off. Slowly he stood on broken legs with agony passing through every vein. The guards… they cried out for help, any one to stop this mad man, but on that day time came to a slow. The first step he took, he nearly fell, but he regained his balance quickly as the second step came down faster, and in a heartbeat later he was close to running.
His keepers stood in silent fear, in a world of awe as he charged full speed at that weakened wall. A man’s cell is his prison, as is his heart; but that day the prisoner was free from his jail. Six inches of mortar and brick become dust as the prisoner hit. A demolition crew couldn’t break that wall like the prisoner did that day.
He was free...
But freedom comes with a price, and this is something we all know. For some of us the price is too high and we choose keep being prisoners from our own fear. For others, the price is just right and they pay it willingly.
For ten years the prisoner had never known the layout of his jail, for ten years he had never known how high or low he was off the ground, and that there was his mistake. A mistake he would pay for with his life and this he knew at the very end.
As he fell through the wall, his momentum carried him on and before he fell, he turned himself over to look at his captors once more. He looked into their eyes one last time and kept their glance, laughing all the way down. With tears in his eyes, his thoughts were chaos, all but two.
His last thoughts were two things a second before he hit –
His blonde and black haired nurse, whose beauty he would never forget, but name he had never known.
His very last was –
“I’m finally free...”
Source
Martes, Hulyo 10, 2012
Minsan, May Dumadalaw
Share ko lang yung experience ko
This happened nung 2000. Anyways, we had our house renovated a year before, and we've just moved back to our old house. Ilang linggo pa lang kami nakakabalik one time. So one night, I was talking to my g/f over the phone, tas I told her I was just going down to get a glass of water and told her not to put down the phone. So I went down and headed for the kitchen.
I went for the ref to pull out the pitcher when I saw someone sa sala namen. From our kitchen kasi you can see if someone was seated on the couches sa sala. I didn't turn on the lights that time kasi nga sanay ako sa dilim. I initially thought na baka yung helper namen yun (si manang), every night kasi nagrorosary siya bago matulog. Eh usually dun siya banda nauupo pag nagrorosary. So tinawag ko siya, at aba hindi sumagot.
Nilapitan ko siya kasi akala ko di ako naririnig (medyo matanda na kasi). Tas that's when I realized na iba ang sillhouete niya from manag. Nilapitan ko pa further (I was like 15 feet away na lang. Ibang 'tao' pala yung nakaupo! The apparition had short hair and was wearing a red duster. That's when I realized na it was my grandma who passed, kasi ever since na nagkamalay ako eh short hair siya, tas she was wearing her favorite duster na red with white trim. Nung nilapitan ko hindi nawala at I'm pretty sure nakatingin siya sa akin! Sobrang kinilabutan ako nung time na yun tapos for a second or so di ako nakagalaw. When I finally recovered my wits, I turned on the light near the sala and nawala siya.
That was the last time I saw her, and after that, hindi siya nagpakita sa family namen. I can only guess kung baket sa akin lang siya nagpakita sa akin. For one thing, kakarenovate lang ng house namen and nung buhay pa siya, she used to visit us very often. Also, ako yung una niyang apo, and I would say na laki ako sa lola ko.
When I went back up to pick up the phone that night, I didn't tell my gf. Matatakutin kasi siya, tas for sure pag kinuwento ko yun di siya makakatulog hehehe I only told her about it a couple of days later.
Hindi lang yung lola ko yung mumu na nagpakita sa house namen. One of my sister's blockmates went to our house 2 years ago one night. Tas sabi niya sa kapatid ko, 'Dumating na pala ang kuya mo?', to which my sister replied na nasa office pa ako. Sabi nung blockmate niya may nakita daw siya sa den namen (near the door) na guy na nakashort-sleeved checkered polo & slacks, and she thought na ako yun kasi same facial & body structure!
Tapos that same friend of my sis felt bad vibes dun sa CR namen upstairs. Sabi niya minsan daw may nagpapakita dun. Tapos yung bunso naman namen told us na one time she was watching TV in my parents' room. She was lying in their bed that time when she felt the bed sink as if someone sat down! Tapos that same sister of mine saw a lady in white walking past the window sa sala namen! This was around 2 years before we had our house renovated.
Sometimes our helpers would also hear footsteps upstairs in the middle of the day. Dati nga akala nila I went home nung lunch, tas when they checked upstairs wala namang tao!
I guess normal part na sila ng buhay naten. Ipagdasal na lang naten sila.
From PEX User Tifosi
Lunes, Mayo 21, 2012
Ang Liham
This is the story of my twin classmates in Cavite State University. They are Martha and Maria. Martha gave me the permission and opportunity to put their story into texts. This story was made in honor of my late classmate, Maria. What you are about to read was told in Martha’s point of view.
“Ano ka ba, pag ang letter “V” ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay binabasang letter “U” at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter “V” - Maria
MORITVM TE SALVTAMVS EST DEXTRVMI CVRITE AVE VERSVS CRISTVS VERVM DE TREVI
VERMI EST REFLEXVM ARVM DRI TRIPVM DEXTRVMI LENTENVM AVE SATANI
Eto lamang ang huling ala-ala ng kakambal kong si Maria bago siya namatay…
September 12, 2002… Tandang-tanda ko ang araw na ito. Ito ang sumunod na araw matapos bombahin ng mga terorista ang twin tower sa US noong nakaraang taon ng 2001. Ito rin ang araw kung saan ko huling nakasama pauwi ng bahay ang kakambal kong si Maria.
Mga bandang alas-kwatro y medja na ng hapon. Nakasakay kami ng kambal kong si Maria ng bus pauwing Cavite City ng may nakita siyang isang lumang wallet ng lalaki sa lapag ng inuupuan naming bus. Medyo luma na ang wallet na ito; kulay itim at medyo laspag na. May isang litrato sa loob. Tama kami ng hinala, lalake nga ang may may-ari ng wallet. Medyo may kalumaan na ang litrato. Malutong na ang papel at black and white or should I say brown and white pa ang kulay ng litrato. Bukod sa litrato ay mayroon ding mga nakaipit na tarheta (calling card) , papel na may sulat, reseta ng doktor, mga tickets sa bus at P78.
Wala naman talaga akong habol sa wallet maliban sa P78. Gusto ko sana ay paghatian naming magkapatid yung pera, pambili kahit man lamang ng burger. Ngunit iba si Maria. Sa aming magkapatid masasabi ko talagang mabait siya ng higit kaysa sa akin. Gusto niyang isauli namin ang wallet sa mayari dahil baka mahalaga raw ito sa kanya dahil nga may resetang nakaipit sa loob. Noong mga oras na iyon gusto niyang ibigay na lamang sa driver ng bus ang wallet. Kaya naman agad-agad akong nag-isip ng paraan upang huwag na niyang magawa ang binabalak niyang pagsaoli ng wallet sa driver.
“Para!”
Kahit mga dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bababaan namin ni Maria ay pinahinto ko na ang bus. Dahil sa hindi pa handa sa pagbaba ay nataranta si Maria dali-daling inayos ang mga bitbit niyang gamit at bumunot ng pamasahe namin sabay bayad sa driver.
“Eto pong bayad, dalawa galing Tanza.”
Matapos magbayad at masuklian ay bumaba na rin siya.
“Ano ka ba Martha, dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bahay natin dito sa pinagparahan mo”
Biglang bumalik sa akin ang sisi. Medyo may kalayuan nga talaga ang pinagparahan ko ng bus. Medyo naiinis na natatawa sa akin si Maria, galing kasi kami sa dorm noon at marami kaming dalang maruruming damit kaya naman may kahirapan nga talaga ang maglakad ng malayo.
“Tricycle!”
Lumapit ang tricycle. Una akong sumakay at sumunod naman si Maria.
“Sa Novero po”
“Ano ka ba Martha, kulang na ang pera natin pangtricycle”
“Diba may napulot kang wallet?, Ehdi yung pera muna dun ang gamitin nating pambayad sa tricycle. Palitan nalang natin paghumingi tayo ng pera kina mama.”
. . . . . . . .
“Dyan lang po sa may gate na blue.”
Binayaran rin ni Maria ang driver ng tricycle gamit ang pera mula sa napulot niyang wallet.
“Ma…, Pa…, nandito na po kami!”
Walang sumasagot. Walang tao sa bahay. Dumeretso ako sa kusina. Si Maria naman ay dumeretso sa kwarto namin.
May sulat na iniwan si mama sa mesa sa kusina. Wala pala sina mama at papa, nagpunta sa Laguna para asikasuhin ang titulo ng lupa namin doon. Medyo nagkakagulo na rin kasi ang mga pamilya ni mama doon sa Laguna tungkol sa lupa namin nuong mga panahong iyon.
Pumasok ako sa kwarto namin ni Maria. Nakita ko siyang nakadapa sa kama niya at tinitingnan kung ano ang mga laman ng wallet na napulot niya kanina.
“Maria nasa Laguna raw sina mama at papa para ayusin ang titulo ng lupa natin doon”
“Martha, halika rito, tingnan mo itong sulat na nakaipit sa wallet.”
“Ano yan?”
“Ewan ko, baka anting-anting”
“Latin yata yan eh.”
“Ewan”
Sinubukan kong basahin ang sulat ngunit talagang mahirap bigkasin. Biglang inagaw sa akin ni Maria ang sulat.
“Ano ka ba, pag ang letter “V” ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay binabasang letter “U” at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter “V”
“Asus! At saan mo naman natutunang magbasa ng Latin?”
“Basta alam ko yan”
“Sige nga.”
“MORITUM TE SALUTAMUS, EST DEXTRUMI CURITE, AVE VERSUS CRISTUS, VERUM DE TREVI, VERMI EST REFLEXUM, ARUM DRI TRIPUM, DEXTRUMI LENTENUM, AVE SATANI”
“Ang galing ah parang totoo, bahala ka nga sa buhay mo, kakain na ako”
“Martha anong miryenda?”
“Miryendahin mo’ng mukha mo!”
Pumunta ako ng kusina, binuksan ang refrigerator at naghanap ng maaaring kainin. Samantalang, si Maria naman ay hindi na lumabas ng kwarto namin. Mga bandang ala-sais kwarenta y sinco na nang bumalik ako sa kwarto namin.
“O, akala ko ba magmimiryenda ka?”
“Ayoko na. Bigla kasi akong nahilo pagtayo ko kanina kaya hindi nalang ako lumabas.”
“Nagugutom ka ba?”
“Hindi na, nalipasan na yata ako ng gutom”
Pagkasabing-pagkasabi ni Maria noon ay bigla siyang napaduwal. Kaya dali-dali siyang nagtungo sa banyo namin sa kwarto at sumuka sa lababo.
Makalipas ang ilang minuto…
“Mmm...arthaaa! Mmm…arthaaa!”
Nanginginig na sigaw ni Maria. Parang may halong takot ang pagkakasigaw niya noon sa pangalan ko. Nataranta ako sa ginawang pagsigaw ni Maria. Napabalikwas ako sa pagkakaupo at napatakbo papuntang banyo.
Nakita ko siyang nakatungkod ang isang kamay sa lababo at ang isa ay hawak-hawak ang kanyang dibdib habang patuloy na nakatingin at umiiyak sa harap ng salamin.
“Baket?” “Anong nangyari?” “Maria napa-ano ka?”
Sunud-sunod kong tanong kay Maria.
Hindi ko alam ang nangyari kay Maria sa loob ng banyo hanggang sa bigla na lamang akong natakot at kinabahan sa sumunod na nangyari…
Unti-unting napaluhod at umiyak si Maria. Patuloy ang kanyang panginginig. Mula sa paimpit na iyak ay unti-unti itong nagkatinig. Tinig ng hagulgol. Nakakaawa. Nakakakaba. Nakakatakot.
Matibay si Maria. Matapang. Ngunit bumilis ang kaba ng dibdib ko ng makita ko ang nangyari sa kanya sa loob ng banyo. Alam kong may masamang nangyari sa kanya. Hindi basta-basta magkakaganito si Maria ng walang mabigat na dahilan.
Kinabukasan…
“Kring…kring!”
Nag-ring ang telepono. Si mama, medyo matatagalan daw sila bago makauwi ng bahay dahil may aberya pa rin daw sa lupa. Kailangan daw maayos iyon bago umuwi sina lola (ang nanay ni mama) na nasa US sa 24 (ibig niyang sabihin, September 24, 2002).
Ok na si Maria. Parang walang masamang nangyari kahapon. Mga ilang ulit ko na ring pinagtangkaang tanungin siya tungkol sa kung ano ba talaga ang nangyari sa kanya sa banyo, ngunit palagi niya itong iniiwasan. Minsan pa nga, palihis ang mga pagsagot niya sa aking mga tanong upang maiba ang usapan.
Dumaan ang Sabado, Linggo at sa wakas Lunes na naman. Pasukan na naman. Biglang nilagnat si Maria. Medyo nahihilo raw siya. Ako na lamang daw ang pumasok at ipagpaalam ko raw siya sa aming mga instructors.
“Sabihin mo sa kanila baka bukas nalang ako pumasok, masama pa kasi ang pakiramdam ko.”
Martes, September 17, 2002, 7:12 ng umaga.
“Too-toot, too-toot!”
One message received. Si Maria.
“Nwa2la *** ID me. Ndi u b ndla?”
“Nope. Ala skin *** ID u. Bka nsa bag ng mrumi mong dmit. Ppsok n b u?”
Walang na akong narecived na text mula kay Maria nung araw na yun. Hanggang mga bandang alas sais ng gabi, ako na ang nagtext kay Maria.
“Oi, *** hapend 2 u? Msma p b pkiramdam u? Kla me ppsok n u knina?
Wala pa ring reply.
Siguro wala nang load si Maria.
Dumaan ang Miyerkules at Huwebes. Uwian na naman. Apat na araw lang ang pasok namin nuon. Inimpake ko na ang mga marurumi kong damit at umuwi na sa Cavite City.
Pagdating ko sa bahay…
“Maria!”
“Maria!”
Walang sumasagot. Binukasan ko ang pinto. Ang baho ng bahay. Amoy bulok na laman. “Ang baho!”
“Maria……….Maria!”
Lumabas si Maria ng banyo. Katatapos lang magsipilyo ng ngipin.
“Maria ano yung mabaho. Amoy patay na daga.”
“Dyan yun sa kapitbahay. Namatay kasi yung aso nila. Nasagasaan. At matapos masagasaan ay nagawa pang makabalik ng kulungan at duon na namatay.”
“Eh bakit hindi inilibing?”
“Wala ang may ari. Hindi pa umuuwi ilang araw na. Hindi rin naman mailibing ng ibang kapit-bahay dahil naka-lock ang gate.
“O, naka-lock pala ang gate, bakit nakalabas pa rin yung aso?”
“Malay ko.”
“Naku isara mo nga yang bintana para hindi pumasok dito ang amoy. Nakakasuka.”
Isinara nga ni Maria ang bintana. Maya-maya pa ay naghapunan na ako. Ayaw sumabay ni Maria sa akin dahil nawalan daw siya ng gana. Isa pa nagsipilyo na raw siya ng ngipin. Kaya mag-isa nalang akong kumain.
Nang matutulog na ako ay tumabi nalang ako kay Maria. Double-deck kasi ang kama namin. Ako sa itaas at si Maria ang sa ibaba. Ayoko sa itaas. Tapat na tapat sa bintana ang mukha ko. Tiyak na langhap na langhap ko ang amoy ng namatay na aso sa kabila.
Nang nahiga ako, amoy parin ang baho ng patay na aso. Dumikit na yata sa kama namin ang amoy kaya nag spray ako ng air freshener.
“Bat hindi ko naisip yan?”
“Oo nga, ilang araw ka nang nagtitiis ng amoy dito, hindi mo man lamang naisipang mag-spray ng air freshener.”
Kinabukasan…
Unang nagising sa akin si Maria. Paglabas ko ng bahay nakita ko siyang nanunuod ng T.V. Alas diyes na pala.
“Martha kumain ka na. Nandyan yung tinapay sa mesa. Yung palaman natatakpan ng plato.”
Normal ang araw na iyon at ang mga sumunod na araw.
Linggo ng hapon, inaayos ko na ang mga damit ko na dadalhin ko papuntang dorm. Balak kong umuwi na sa dorm at duon na lamang matulog kahit ala-una pa ng Lunes ang pasok namin ni Maria.
‘Ikaw hindi ka ba sasama?”
“Hindi na. Hindi pa ako naglalaba ng mga gamit ko nuong nakaraan. Marurumi pa ang uniform ko. Mamaya pa ako maglalaba.”
“O sya paano? Uwi na ako sa dorm?”
“Sige.”
Lunes, magtatanghali na. Hindi pa rin bumabalik ng dorm si Maria. Sinubukan ko mag missed call.
“Sorry, your balance is not enough to make this call. Please reload your phone immediately.”
Wala na akong load pang missed call. Kaya itinext ko nalamang si Maria.
“Oi, nsan n u?”
“Nsa bhay p me. Hndi me nkapaglaba ng dmit khapon dhil ala ng tubig. ***** plang me ngla2ba.”
Natapos ang araw. Medyo nakakapagod. Ang lalayo kasi ng mga building namin. Pagdating sa dorm,nagpahing na ako. Mahaba ang tulog ko noong araw na iyon. Marahil nga ay dahil sa pagod.
Miyerkoles, September 25, 2002, 9: 23 A.M.
Ngayon ang araw ng paguwi nila lola mula sa U.S. siguradong may pasalubong kaming stateside. Eto rin ang araw na nagpagimbal sa akin.
Alas nueve beintetres ng umaga. Nagising ako sa isang text. Isang number ang nagregister sa cellphone ko nang binuksan ko, si Mama pala.
“ANG KPATID M PTAY N. UMUWI K AGAD. – MAMA”
Parang nawala ako sa sarili ko. Kumikilos ako ngunit hindi nararamdaman ng katawan ko. Hindi ako umiiyak ngunit nakatulala. Naligo ako. Nagayos ng sarili. Nagayos ng gamit at umuwi na. Hindi man lamang sumagi sa isip ko kung nanloloko ba ang taong iyon, o si kung mama ba talaga iyon. Ni hindi ko rin man lamang naisip na magreply sa number na iyon. Basta ang alam ko lang kailangan kong umuwi.
Habang papalapit na ang sinasakyan kong tricycle sa bahay, napansin kong nakalabas ang ilan sa mga gamit namin sa bahay. Bukas ang gate at maraming tao. Hinanap ko agad si mama. Nakita ko siyang umiiyak at may binabasang papel. Nang tiningnan ko, isa pala itong autopsy result. Pina-autopsy nila ang bangkay ni Maria.
“ Ma…anong nangyari?”
“Nasaan ka ba? Hindi ka ba umuwi sa bahay?”
“Umuwi po. Bakit ano po ba ang nangyari kay Maria?
Inabot sa akin ni mama ang autopsy result. Nagulat ako at nanlamig. Ayon sa result labing tatlong-araw nang patay si Maria. Natagpuan siyang patay sa ilalim ng kama. Naaagnas na.
Nanginig ako. Nanlamig. Sino ang nakasama ko sa bahay nuong umuwi ako noong Huwebes? Sino ang nakatabi ko sa pagtulog? Sino ang nagrereply sa mga texts ko kay Maria? Natatakot ako, kinakabahan. Lalo pa ng makita ko ang kapitbahay namin.
“Psst…Tagpi! Labas dito!”
Si Tagpi. Ang asong sinabi ni Mariang nasagasaan at namatay sa kulungan. …
Hanggang ngayon ay malaking palaisipan parin sa akin ang nangyari kay Maria. Malaki ba ang kahulugan ng sulat na napulot namin sa bus? Sinubukan kong hanapin ang kahulugan ng salitang Lating iyon at ayon sa napag-alaman ko, ganito ang kahulugan noon:
Ang salitang MORITVM (moritum) ay nangangahulugan ng kamatayan, ang SALVTMVS (salutamus) ang nangangahulugang to salute or to give honor, TREVI means life, ang AVE VERSVS CRISTVS (ave versus cristus) means hail the anti-christ, ang REFLEXVM (reflexum) ay nangangahulugang reflection, ang DEXTRVMI LENTENVM (dextrumi lentenum) means there will be a wake (lamay) after thirteen days at ang AVE SATANI (ave satani) ay nangangahulugang hail Satan.
Sa madaling salita, ito ay spell. Ayon sa aking nabasa, ito ay ginagamit ng mga tao upang magpakamatay. Ginagamit rin nila ang spell na ito upang ihain o ihandog ang sarili nila sa demonyo upang magkaroon ng masaganang ani ang kanilang maiiwang pamilya. Sa loob ng labing tatlong araw ay makikita mo ang taong nagbasa nito ngunit ang totoo pala ay ito ay isang repleksyon lamang niya. Matatagpuan nalamang ang katawan niya thirteen days after reading the spell.
Ngunit isa sa ipinagtataka ko ay bakit hindi naman nangyari sa akin iyong nangyari sa kapatid ko? Nasagot rin ang tanong kong iyan. Ayon sa librong “The Latin Mystery” ni Johannes Burnt, mahalaga raw ang paraan ng pagbabasa. Marahil isa sa nagligtas sa akin ay ang kamangmangan ko sa pagbabasa ng wikang Latin.
Writer of the story unknown. Email us at pinoyhorrorstories@gmail.com if you own this story. (Please have a proof) Teka lang… Saglit… Maiba tayo… Ikaw binasa mo ba ang sulating Latin na nakapaloob sa kasaysayang ito? Mali kaya ang pagkakabasa mo? Pareho kaya tayo? SANA…
“Ano ka ba, pag ang letter “V” ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay binabasang letter “U” at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter “V” - Maria
MORITVM TE SALVTAMVS EST DEXTRVMI CVRITE AVE VERSVS CRISTVS VERVM DE TREVI
VERMI EST REFLEXVM ARVM DRI TRIPVM DEXTRVMI LENTENVM AVE SATANI
Eto lamang ang huling ala-ala ng kakambal kong si Maria bago siya namatay…
September 12, 2002… Tandang-tanda ko ang araw na ito. Ito ang sumunod na araw matapos bombahin ng mga terorista ang twin tower sa US noong nakaraang taon ng 2001. Ito rin ang araw kung saan ko huling nakasama pauwi ng bahay ang kakambal kong si Maria.
Mga bandang alas-kwatro y medja na ng hapon. Nakasakay kami ng kambal kong si Maria ng bus pauwing Cavite City ng may nakita siyang isang lumang wallet ng lalaki sa lapag ng inuupuan naming bus. Medyo luma na ang wallet na ito; kulay itim at medyo laspag na. May isang litrato sa loob. Tama kami ng hinala, lalake nga ang may may-ari ng wallet. Medyo may kalumaan na ang litrato. Malutong na ang papel at black and white or should I say brown and white pa ang kulay ng litrato. Bukod sa litrato ay mayroon ding mga nakaipit na tarheta (calling card) , papel na may sulat, reseta ng doktor, mga tickets sa bus at P78.
Wala naman talaga akong habol sa wallet maliban sa P78. Gusto ko sana ay paghatian naming magkapatid yung pera, pambili kahit man lamang ng burger. Ngunit iba si Maria. Sa aming magkapatid masasabi ko talagang mabait siya ng higit kaysa sa akin. Gusto niyang isauli namin ang wallet sa mayari dahil baka mahalaga raw ito sa kanya dahil nga may resetang nakaipit sa loob. Noong mga oras na iyon gusto niyang ibigay na lamang sa driver ng bus ang wallet. Kaya naman agad-agad akong nag-isip ng paraan upang huwag na niyang magawa ang binabalak niyang pagsaoli ng wallet sa driver.
“Para!”
Kahit mga dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bababaan namin ni Maria ay pinahinto ko na ang bus. Dahil sa hindi pa handa sa pagbaba ay nataranta si Maria dali-daling inayos ang mga bitbit niyang gamit at bumunot ng pamasahe namin sabay bayad sa driver.
“Eto pong bayad, dalawa galing Tanza.”
Matapos magbayad at masuklian ay bumaba na rin siya.
“Ano ka ba Martha, dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bahay natin dito sa pinagparahan mo”
Biglang bumalik sa akin ang sisi. Medyo may kalayuan nga talaga ang pinagparahan ko ng bus. Medyo naiinis na natatawa sa akin si Maria, galing kasi kami sa dorm noon at marami kaming dalang maruruming damit kaya naman may kahirapan nga talaga ang maglakad ng malayo.
“Tricycle!”
Lumapit ang tricycle. Una akong sumakay at sumunod naman si Maria.
“Sa Novero po”
“Ano ka ba Martha, kulang na ang pera natin pangtricycle”
“Diba may napulot kang wallet?, Ehdi yung pera muna dun ang gamitin nating pambayad sa tricycle. Palitan nalang natin paghumingi tayo ng pera kina mama.”
. . . . . . . .
“Dyan lang po sa may gate na blue.”
Binayaran rin ni Maria ang driver ng tricycle gamit ang pera mula sa napulot niyang wallet.
“Ma…, Pa…, nandito na po kami!”
Walang sumasagot. Walang tao sa bahay. Dumeretso ako sa kusina. Si Maria naman ay dumeretso sa kwarto namin.
May sulat na iniwan si mama sa mesa sa kusina. Wala pala sina mama at papa, nagpunta sa Laguna para asikasuhin ang titulo ng lupa namin doon. Medyo nagkakagulo na rin kasi ang mga pamilya ni mama doon sa Laguna tungkol sa lupa namin nuong mga panahong iyon.
Pumasok ako sa kwarto namin ni Maria. Nakita ko siyang nakadapa sa kama niya at tinitingnan kung ano ang mga laman ng wallet na napulot niya kanina.
“Maria nasa Laguna raw sina mama at papa para ayusin ang titulo ng lupa natin doon”
“Martha, halika rito, tingnan mo itong sulat na nakaipit sa wallet.”
“Ano yan?”
“Ewan ko, baka anting-anting”
“Latin yata yan eh.”
“Ewan”
Sinubukan kong basahin ang sulat ngunit talagang mahirap bigkasin. Biglang inagaw sa akin ni Maria ang sulat.
“Ano ka ba, pag ang letter “V” ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay binabasang letter “U” at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter “V”
“Asus! At saan mo naman natutunang magbasa ng Latin?”
“Basta alam ko yan”
“Sige nga.”
“MORITUM TE SALUTAMUS, EST DEXTRUMI CURITE, AVE VERSUS CRISTUS, VERUM DE TREVI, VERMI EST REFLEXUM, ARUM DRI TRIPUM, DEXTRUMI LENTENUM, AVE SATANI”
“Ang galing ah parang totoo, bahala ka nga sa buhay mo, kakain na ako”
“Martha anong miryenda?”
“Miryendahin mo’ng mukha mo!”
Pumunta ako ng kusina, binuksan ang refrigerator at naghanap ng maaaring kainin. Samantalang, si Maria naman ay hindi na lumabas ng kwarto namin. Mga bandang ala-sais kwarenta y sinco na nang bumalik ako sa kwarto namin.
“O, akala ko ba magmimiryenda ka?”
“Ayoko na. Bigla kasi akong nahilo pagtayo ko kanina kaya hindi nalang ako lumabas.”
“Nagugutom ka ba?”
“Hindi na, nalipasan na yata ako ng gutom”
Pagkasabing-pagkasabi ni Maria noon ay bigla siyang napaduwal. Kaya dali-dali siyang nagtungo sa banyo namin sa kwarto at sumuka sa lababo.
Makalipas ang ilang minuto…
“Mmm...arthaaa! Mmm…arthaaa!”
Nanginginig na sigaw ni Maria. Parang may halong takot ang pagkakasigaw niya noon sa pangalan ko. Nataranta ako sa ginawang pagsigaw ni Maria. Napabalikwas ako sa pagkakaupo at napatakbo papuntang banyo.
Nakita ko siyang nakatungkod ang isang kamay sa lababo at ang isa ay hawak-hawak ang kanyang dibdib habang patuloy na nakatingin at umiiyak sa harap ng salamin.
“Baket?” “Anong nangyari?” “Maria napa-ano ka?”
Sunud-sunod kong tanong kay Maria.
Hindi ko alam ang nangyari kay Maria sa loob ng banyo hanggang sa bigla na lamang akong natakot at kinabahan sa sumunod na nangyari…
Unti-unting napaluhod at umiyak si Maria. Patuloy ang kanyang panginginig. Mula sa paimpit na iyak ay unti-unti itong nagkatinig. Tinig ng hagulgol. Nakakaawa. Nakakakaba. Nakakatakot.
Matibay si Maria. Matapang. Ngunit bumilis ang kaba ng dibdib ko ng makita ko ang nangyari sa kanya sa loob ng banyo. Alam kong may masamang nangyari sa kanya. Hindi basta-basta magkakaganito si Maria ng walang mabigat na dahilan.
Kinabukasan…
“Kring…kring!”
Nag-ring ang telepono. Si mama, medyo matatagalan daw sila bago makauwi ng bahay dahil may aberya pa rin daw sa lupa. Kailangan daw maayos iyon bago umuwi sina lola (ang nanay ni mama) na nasa US sa 24 (ibig niyang sabihin, September 24, 2002).
Ok na si Maria. Parang walang masamang nangyari kahapon. Mga ilang ulit ko na ring pinagtangkaang tanungin siya tungkol sa kung ano ba talaga ang nangyari sa kanya sa banyo, ngunit palagi niya itong iniiwasan. Minsan pa nga, palihis ang mga pagsagot niya sa aking mga tanong upang maiba ang usapan.
Dumaan ang Sabado, Linggo at sa wakas Lunes na naman. Pasukan na naman. Biglang nilagnat si Maria. Medyo nahihilo raw siya. Ako na lamang daw ang pumasok at ipagpaalam ko raw siya sa aming mga instructors.
“Sabihin mo sa kanila baka bukas nalang ako pumasok, masama pa kasi ang pakiramdam ko.”
Martes, September 17, 2002, 7:12 ng umaga.
“Too-toot, too-toot!”
One message received. Si Maria.
“Nwa2la *** ID me. Ndi u b ndla?”
“Nope. Ala skin *** ID u. Bka nsa bag ng mrumi mong dmit. Ppsok n b u?”
Walang na akong narecived na text mula kay Maria nung araw na yun. Hanggang mga bandang alas sais ng gabi, ako na ang nagtext kay Maria.
“Oi, *** hapend 2 u? Msma p b pkiramdam u? Kla me ppsok n u knina?
Wala pa ring reply.
Siguro wala nang load si Maria.
Dumaan ang Miyerkules at Huwebes. Uwian na naman. Apat na araw lang ang pasok namin nuon. Inimpake ko na ang mga marurumi kong damit at umuwi na sa Cavite City.
Pagdating ko sa bahay…
“Maria!”
“Maria!”
Walang sumasagot. Binukasan ko ang pinto. Ang baho ng bahay. Amoy bulok na laman. “Ang baho!”
“Maria……….Maria!”
Lumabas si Maria ng banyo. Katatapos lang magsipilyo ng ngipin.
“Maria ano yung mabaho. Amoy patay na daga.”
“Dyan yun sa kapitbahay. Namatay kasi yung aso nila. Nasagasaan. At matapos masagasaan ay nagawa pang makabalik ng kulungan at duon na namatay.”
“Eh bakit hindi inilibing?”
“Wala ang may ari. Hindi pa umuuwi ilang araw na. Hindi rin naman mailibing ng ibang kapit-bahay dahil naka-lock ang gate.
“O, naka-lock pala ang gate, bakit nakalabas pa rin yung aso?”
“Malay ko.”
“Naku isara mo nga yang bintana para hindi pumasok dito ang amoy. Nakakasuka.”
Isinara nga ni Maria ang bintana. Maya-maya pa ay naghapunan na ako. Ayaw sumabay ni Maria sa akin dahil nawalan daw siya ng gana. Isa pa nagsipilyo na raw siya ng ngipin. Kaya mag-isa nalang akong kumain.
Nang matutulog na ako ay tumabi nalang ako kay Maria. Double-deck kasi ang kama namin. Ako sa itaas at si Maria ang sa ibaba. Ayoko sa itaas. Tapat na tapat sa bintana ang mukha ko. Tiyak na langhap na langhap ko ang amoy ng namatay na aso sa kabila.
Nang nahiga ako, amoy parin ang baho ng patay na aso. Dumikit na yata sa kama namin ang amoy kaya nag spray ako ng air freshener.
“Bat hindi ko naisip yan?”
“Oo nga, ilang araw ka nang nagtitiis ng amoy dito, hindi mo man lamang naisipang mag-spray ng air freshener.”
Kinabukasan…
Unang nagising sa akin si Maria. Paglabas ko ng bahay nakita ko siyang nanunuod ng T.V. Alas diyes na pala.
“Martha kumain ka na. Nandyan yung tinapay sa mesa. Yung palaman natatakpan ng plato.”
Normal ang araw na iyon at ang mga sumunod na araw.
Linggo ng hapon, inaayos ko na ang mga damit ko na dadalhin ko papuntang dorm. Balak kong umuwi na sa dorm at duon na lamang matulog kahit ala-una pa ng Lunes ang pasok namin ni Maria.
‘Ikaw hindi ka ba sasama?”
“Hindi na. Hindi pa ako naglalaba ng mga gamit ko nuong nakaraan. Marurumi pa ang uniform ko. Mamaya pa ako maglalaba.”
“O sya paano? Uwi na ako sa dorm?”
“Sige.”
Lunes, magtatanghali na. Hindi pa rin bumabalik ng dorm si Maria. Sinubukan ko mag missed call.
“Sorry, your balance is not enough to make this call. Please reload your phone immediately.”
Wala na akong load pang missed call. Kaya itinext ko nalamang si Maria.
“Oi, nsan n u?”
“Nsa bhay p me. Hndi me nkapaglaba ng dmit khapon dhil ala ng tubig. ***** plang me ngla2ba.”
Natapos ang araw. Medyo nakakapagod. Ang lalayo kasi ng mga building namin. Pagdating sa dorm,nagpahing na ako. Mahaba ang tulog ko noong araw na iyon. Marahil nga ay dahil sa pagod.
Miyerkoles, September 25, 2002, 9: 23 A.M.
Ngayon ang araw ng paguwi nila lola mula sa U.S. siguradong may pasalubong kaming stateside. Eto rin ang araw na nagpagimbal sa akin.
Alas nueve beintetres ng umaga. Nagising ako sa isang text. Isang number ang nagregister sa cellphone ko nang binuksan ko, si Mama pala.
“ANG KPATID M PTAY N. UMUWI K AGAD. – MAMA”
Parang nawala ako sa sarili ko. Kumikilos ako ngunit hindi nararamdaman ng katawan ko. Hindi ako umiiyak ngunit nakatulala. Naligo ako. Nagayos ng sarili. Nagayos ng gamit at umuwi na. Hindi man lamang sumagi sa isip ko kung nanloloko ba ang taong iyon, o si kung mama ba talaga iyon. Ni hindi ko rin man lamang naisip na magreply sa number na iyon. Basta ang alam ko lang kailangan kong umuwi.
Habang papalapit na ang sinasakyan kong tricycle sa bahay, napansin kong nakalabas ang ilan sa mga gamit namin sa bahay. Bukas ang gate at maraming tao. Hinanap ko agad si mama. Nakita ko siyang umiiyak at may binabasang papel. Nang tiningnan ko, isa pala itong autopsy result. Pina-autopsy nila ang bangkay ni Maria.
“ Ma…anong nangyari?”
“Nasaan ka ba? Hindi ka ba umuwi sa bahay?”
“Umuwi po. Bakit ano po ba ang nangyari kay Maria?
Inabot sa akin ni mama ang autopsy result. Nagulat ako at nanlamig. Ayon sa result labing tatlong-araw nang patay si Maria. Natagpuan siyang patay sa ilalim ng kama. Naaagnas na.
Nanginig ako. Nanlamig. Sino ang nakasama ko sa bahay nuong umuwi ako noong Huwebes? Sino ang nakatabi ko sa pagtulog? Sino ang nagrereply sa mga texts ko kay Maria? Natatakot ako, kinakabahan. Lalo pa ng makita ko ang kapitbahay namin.
“Psst…Tagpi! Labas dito!”
Si Tagpi. Ang asong sinabi ni Mariang nasagasaan at namatay sa kulungan. …
Hanggang ngayon ay malaking palaisipan parin sa akin ang nangyari kay Maria. Malaki ba ang kahulugan ng sulat na napulot namin sa bus? Sinubukan kong hanapin ang kahulugan ng salitang Lating iyon at ayon sa napag-alaman ko, ganito ang kahulugan noon:
Ang salitang MORITVM (moritum) ay nangangahulugan ng kamatayan, ang SALVTMVS (salutamus) ang nangangahulugang to salute or to give honor, TREVI means life, ang AVE VERSVS CRISTVS (ave versus cristus) means hail the anti-christ, ang REFLEXVM (reflexum) ay nangangahulugang reflection, ang DEXTRVMI LENTENVM (dextrumi lentenum) means there will be a wake (lamay) after thirteen days at ang AVE SATANI (ave satani) ay nangangahulugang hail Satan.
Sa madaling salita, ito ay spell. Ayon sa aking nabasa, ito ay ginagamit ng mga tao upang magpakamatay. Ginagamit rin nila ang spell na ito upang ihain o ihandog ang sarili nila sa demonyo upang magkaroon ng masaganang ani ang kanilang maiiwang pamilya. Sa loob ng labing tatlong araw ay makikita mo ang taong nagbasa nito ngunit ang totoo pala ay ito ay isang repleksyon lamang niya. Matatagpuan nalamang ang katawan niya thirteen days after reading the spell.
Ngunit isa sa ipinagtataka ko ay bakit hindi naman nangyari sa akin iyong nangyari sa kapatid ko? Nasagot rin ang tanong kong iyan. Ayon sa librong “The Latin Mystery” ni Johannes Burnt, mahalaga raw ang paraan ng pagbabasa. Marahil isa sa nagligtas sa akin ay ang kamangmangan ko sa pagbabasa ng wikang Latin.
Writer of the story unknown. Email us at pinoyhorrorstories@gmail.com if you own this story. (Please have a proof) Teka lang… Saglit… Maiba tayo… Ikaw binasa mo ba ang sulating Latin na nakapaloob sa kasaysayang ito? Mali kaya ang pagkakabasa mo? Pareho kaya tayo? SANA…
Silent Screams
My sister isn't one to believe in things that go bump in the night. But that changed when she attended an out-of-town seminar and came face-to-face with an otherworldly presence.
My sister said it was more like a retreat than seminar, really. It was held at one of the vacation houses owned by the company she worked for. It was far from the main road and could only be reached by private vehicles. No public transportation passed by. But you can take a tricycle from the main road and just direct the driver to the house.
It was far from the maddening noise of the city and was nestled amidst mountain ridges that accounted for the breezy afternoons and chilly nights.
However, she found it creepy that the trees had all these crosses on them. One of her officemates said it's because the trees were used for the Station of the Cross during the Lenten season.
It was a week- long seminar. The days were spent with the usual team- building exercises and activities. At night, they would have bonfires and tell encouraging or inspirational stories.
It was during one of these bonfires that she heard about "resident".
Some of her officemates, especially those who had with the company for years and had previously attended these seminars, recounted their encounter with the lodge's apparition. How it would suddenly pass them by on the stairs; how it would appear at the door of the dining area as if checking on them.
But the manager who had been with the company for almost 10 years, would quickly debunk the stories and call them "nonsense." And my sister, as I've said earlier, was not one to easily believe such talk. So, she and the manager had a good time laughing the stories off.
The third night of the seminar, as they were all preparing to go to bed, one of her officemates came rushing to her room. The officemate told her she heard something moving, rustling, inside her closet and asked my sister to accompany her to check it out.
It was my sister who opened the closet door and there, lying top of a bunch of clothes was a salamander. Her officemate freaked out. Nothing like a reptile to scare the wits out of somebody. Anyway, since both of them were afraid of the reptile, they decided to leave it alone. My sister then asked her officemate to just sleep in her bedroom. The slamander might attack her, they thought.
My sister and her officemate went back to her room and got ready for bed. After a few hours of chit- chat, they went to sleep.
My sister is a light sleeper. A movement on the bed would easily wake her up. She woke up in the middle of the night with a sense of unease. She wasn't exactly sure what woke her up. But she felt chill even before she opened her eyes. Her mind registeres that maybe she had forgotten to close the windows. And so even though her lids were heavy with sleep, she willed them open.
And there, hovering above her was a face!
She felt a scream rise to her throat. She wanted to kick her officemate, who was happily snoring beside her, into wakefulness. She wanted to raise her hands in alarm, wanted to fail her arms at the spectre. But fear paralyzed her.
The face was that of a woman. She had wide sunken eyes, gaunt cheeks and an empty hollow mouth. It screamed at her, a high piercing sound that could've come from the very pits of hell.
Then her officemate turned and in an instant, the apparition was gone and my sister, trembling, woke her officemate up. She told her what happened and though scared as my sister, they went to the next room to crash another officemate's room. My sister huddled close to her officemate, fearful that the wraith would come back. They didn't sleep a wink that night.
Source The company stopped having it's semminars at thet house shortly after that. A few months after the incident, my sister resigned. Though she would not admit that it was probably the experience that pushed her to do it.
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My sister said it was more like a retreat than seminar, really. It was held at one of the vacation houses owned by the company she worked for. It was far from the main road and could only be reached by private vehicles. No public transportation passed by. But you can take a tricycle from the main road and just direct the driver to the house.
It was far from the maddening noise of the city and was nestled amidst mountain ridges that accounted for the breezy afternoons and chilly nights.
However, she found it creepy that the trees had all these crosses on them. One of her officemates said it's because the trees were used for the Station of the Cross during the Lenten season.
It was a week- long seminar. The days were spent with the usual team- building exercises and activities. At night, they would have bonfires and tell encouraging or inspirational stories.
It was during one of these bonfires that she heard about "resident".
Some of her officemates, especially those who had with the company for years and had previously attended these seminars, recounted their encounter with the lodge's apparition. How it would suddenly pass them by on the stairs; how it would appear at the door of the dining area as if checking on them.
But the manager who had been with the company for almost 10 years, would quickly debunk the stories and call them "nonsense." And my sister, as I've said earlier, was not one to easily believe such talk. So, she and the manager had a good time laughing the stories off.
The third night of the seminar, as they were all preparing to go to bed, one of her officemates came rushing to her room. The officemate told her she heard something moving, rustling, inside her closet and asked my sister to accompany her to check it out.
It was my sister who opened the closet door and there, lying top of a bunch of clothes was a salamander. Her officemate freaked out. Nothing like a reptile to scare the wits out of somebody. Anyway, since both of them were afraid of the reptile, they decided to leave it alone. My sister then asked her officemate to just sleep in her bedroom. The slamander might attack her, they thought.
My sister and her officemate went back to her room and got ready for bed. After a few hours of chit- chat, they went to sleep.
My sister is a light sleeper. A movement on the bed would easily wake her up. She woke up in the middle of the night with a sense of unease. She wasn't exactly sure what woke her up. But she felt chill even before she opened her eyes. Her mind registeres that maybe she had forgotten to close the windows. And so even though her lids were heavy with sleep, she willed them open.
And there, hovering above her was a face!
She felt a scream rise to her throat. She wanted to kick her officemate, who was happily snoring beside her, into wakefulness. She wanted to raise her hands in alarm, wanted to fail her arms at the spectre. But fear paralyzed her.
The face was that of a woman. She had wide sunken eyes, gaunt cheeks and an empty hollow mouth. It screamed at her, a high piercing sound that could've come from the very pits of hell.
Then her officemate turned and in an instant, the apparition was gone and my sister, trembling, woke her officemate up. She told her what happened and though scared as my sister, they went to the next room to crash another officemate's room. My sister huddled close to her officemate, fearful that the wraith would come back. They didn't sleep a wink that night.
Source The company stopped having it's semminars at thet house shortly after that. A few months after the incident, my sister resigned. Though she would not admit that it was probably the experience that pushed her to do it.
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Huwebes, Mayo 17, 2012
Elizabeth's School Spirits
Magnolia Avenue Elementary in California: for 12-year-old me, that school was the furthest thing from normal. Rumors flew thick and fast about Magnolia – some people said that before it was a school, it was a mansion, later destroyed to build a mental institution. Death seemed to have its hand on the mental institution, because it was soon turned into a cemetery. Some tales claimed that the school was built right on top of the cemetery without the dead bodies being removed.
The stories were real enough to me. I avoided being alone as much as possible, but for a shy, lonely fifth-grader like me, it was nigh impossible to always travel with someone. Everywhere I went through the hallways, I could feel gazes on me. Sometimes, an invisible hand would touch me, or a voice would whisper my name. No matter how hard I looked, I could never see anyone there.
One day, I raised my hand in class to ask if I could use the restroom. No one was in the bathroom; I made sure of that before I settled in to relieve myself. As I was wrapping up, I heard the door slam. I peered around the edge of the swinging door, but saw nothing – until the lights began to flicker.
Then I saw the shadowy figure of a girl. She began to talk in a sing-song voice, and I stood there and listened to her. Fear paralyzed me, but curiosity kept me from overcoming that terror. She told me how she died, and then she moved her hand to indicate the ceiling. I knew what I would see there, and I didn’t want to follow her gesture, but it was as if there was an invisible string attached to my head. There she was, her dead body, dangling in the middle of the bathroom, swinging gently.
Footsteps interrupted my horrified observation, and I jerked to see that the girl was gone. Some of my classmates came in, gossiping and giving me strange looks. I hurried back to class, vowing never to return to that bathroom.
I found another restroom near the cafeteria, and for a while, I was able to go in peace. Then my friends sniffed out the story about my terrifying experience and, knowing I was prone to such fears, decided to dig up another tale of woe.
They told me that a girl went crazy in one of the bathrooms – though no one seemed to know which it was – and that before she hung herself in the big tree right outside, she was raped by the school janitor. The cruel man then locked her in the bathroom for a long weekend, without food or water and only her thoughts to keep her company.
Her thoughts became her reality: soon after the janitor let her out (after forcing her to swear she would never tell, on pain of death), she would scream randomly, pointing at mirrors all throughout the school. She saw something there, she would desperately tell anyone who would listen. After everyone rejected her story, she climbed into the tree, tied a rope around her neck, and hung herself.
It was the story of the girl from the first bathroom. I led my friends back there and we scoured the mirror. After a while, I spotted a black dot, which my friends claimed shifts spots every time you return and look in the mirror anew.
We all had our own theories about the spot. Some of us thought it was the soul of the girl, trapped forever with her demons to haunt her. Others said it was the devil’s spot, trying to claim another young soul in that bathroom.
At any rate, we stayed out of there.
Source
The stories were real enough to me. I avoided being alone as much as possible, but for a shy, lonely fifth-grader like me, it was nigh impossible to always travel with someone. Everywhere I went through the hallways, I could feel gazes on me. Sometimes, an invisible hand would touch me, or a voice would whisper my name. No matter how hard I looked, I could never see anyone there.
One day, I raised my hand in class to ask if I could use the restroom. No one was in the bathroom; I made sure of that before I settled in to relieve myself. As I was wrapping up, I heard the door slam. I peered around the edge of the swinging door, but saw nothing – until the lights began to flicker.
Then I saw the shadowy figure of a girl. She began to talk in a sing-song voice, and I stood there and listened to her. Fear paralyzed me, but curiosity kept me from overcoming that terror. She told me how she died, and then she moved her hand to indicate the ceiling. I knew what I would see there, and I didn’t want to follow her gesture, but it was as if there was an invisible string attached to my head. There she was, her dead body, dangling in the middle of the bathroom, swinging gently.
Footsteps interrupted my horrified observation, and I jerked to see that the girl was gone. Some of my classmates came in, gossiping and giving me strange looks. I hurried back to class, vowing never to return to that bathroom.
I found another restroom near the cafeteria, and for a while, I was able to go in peace. Then my friends sniffed out the story about my terrifying experience and, knowing I was prone to such fears, decided to dig up another tale of woe.
They told me that a girl went crazy in one of the bathrooms – though no one seemed to know which it was – and that before she hung herself in the big tree right outside, she was raped by the school janitor. The cruel man then locked her in the bathroom for a long weekend, without food or water and only her thoughts to keep her company.
Her thoughts became her reality: soon after the janitor let her out (after forcing her to swear she would never tell, on pain of death), she would scream randomly, pointing at mirrors all throughout the school. She saw something there, she would desperately tell anyone who would listen. After everyone rejected her story, she climbed into the tree, tied a rope around her neck, and hung herself.
It was the story of the girl from the first bathroom. I led my friends back there and we scoured the mirror. After a while, I spotted a black dot, which my friends claimed shifts spots every time you return and look in the mirror anew.
We all had our own theories about the spot. Some of us thought it was the soul of the girl, trapped forever with her demons to haunt her. Others said it was the devil’s spot, trying to claim another young soul in that bathroom.
At any rate, we stayed out of there.
Source
Prayer for a Ghost
My family and I used to live in an apartment in Manila. The apartment was very old. We liked to think it had character. More than that, it had a ghost.
Nobody in our neighborhood wanted to admit they knew about the ghost in our new house. We'd heard the talks though.
But since the rent was quite low compared to most apartments in the area, my parents chose to "conveniently ignore" the rumors and attributed them to the overactive imaginations of our neighbors.
But our "housemate" would not be ignored.
The first night, we felt the presence immediately.
We were in our respective rooms when our three dogs started howling. I quickly got up to check what was causing the commotion. My parents also went out to investigate.
We saw all three dogs circling around and howling at some unseen entity. My mom yelled at the dogs to stop and herded them to our room.
For weeks, things went on that way. The dogs would suddenly go berserk, and bark at something, their fangs bared as if ready for attack. Then, they would whimper, as if scared into submission, and then run off, their tails behind their legs.
One day, after my dad, my younger sister and I went off to work and my brother went to school, my mom set off to clean the house. She had just finished cleaning the bedrooms and decided to do the same to the sala (living room) when she heard something fall to the floor.
Suddenly, my brother's toy cars came zooming in the sala from his bedroom. She quickly ran out of the house and ran to the nearby sari-sari store. The owner told my mom it must be some spirit who wanted prayers.
She told us what happened that night, and said she thought she would faint from fear.
You could just imagine the agitation the whole incident caused in our household. My parents decided we should start looking for a new house and move out. But it wasn't easy to find reasonably-priced apartments in Manila. They're either too expensive or too cramped.
So we decided to stay put till we found a new house, one that didn't have much "character".
It's funny. The house we just moved out of had a ghost too. I'm beginnning to suspect Parañaque's full of earthbound spirits. Either that or they're following me around. Of course, they're both crazy assumptions.
Then it happened again. To me.
My younger sister and brother went to sleep over at their friends' houses. I share a room with my sister, that means the whole room and the television are all to myself.
I retired early. I turned on the television and picked up the book I'd been trying to finish that week. I do that a lot--watch TV and read at the same time. Or watch TV and write.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember a shrill scream waking me up. I quickly wiped the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hands. The TV was still on, some 70s-looking slasher flick was on.
I turned off at once and pulled the plug. My father always insisted we pull the plug of whatever appliance we've used as a safety measure.
I then turned the lights off and went under the covers. Suddenly, I felt the temperature in the room drop. It's not like I have an aircon in the room and I didn't think I set the electric fan on Number 3.
Then I saw her. She was sitting at the foot of my bed.
In the dimness of the room, she appeared to be illuminated. It was the image of an old woman, wearing a floral dress and a pair of eyeglasses. She had short, graying hair and a pert nose. She appeared to be smiling although I couldn't be so sure. I blinked and then she was gone.
The following day, our landlady visited us, having heard all the strange stories about the house. I then told her about what I saw the previous night. She looked shocked and her eyes became watery.
"That's my mother," she said. "Her death anniversary's next week."
We had a mass paid for her and the bizarre goings-on stopped.
Source
Nobody in our neighborhood wanted to admit they knew about the ghost in our new house. We'd heard the talks though.
But since the rent was quite low compared to most apartments in the area, my parents chose to "conveniently ignore" the rumors and attributed them to the overactive imaginations of our neighbors.
But our "housemate" would not be ignored.
The first night, we felt the presence immediately.
We were in our respective rooms when our three dogs started howling. I quickly got up to check what was causing the commotion. My parents also went out to investigate.
We saw all three dogs circling around and howling at some unseen entity. My mom yelled at the dogs to stop and herded them to our room.
For weeks, things went on that way. The dogs would suddenly go berserk, and bark at something, their fangs bared as if ready for attack. Then, they would whimper, as if scared into submission, and then run off, their tails behind their legs.
One day, after my dad, my younger sister and I went off to work and my brother went to school, my mom set off to clean the house. She had just finished cleaning the bedrooms and decided to do the same to the sala (living room) when she heard something fall to the floor.
Suddenly, my brother's toy cars came zooming in the sala from his bedroom. She quickly ran out of the house and ran to the nearby sari-sari store. The owner told my mom it must be some spirit who wanted prayers.
She told us what happened that night, and said she thought she would faint from fear.
You could just imagine the agitation the whole incident caused in our household. My parents decided we should start looking for a new house and move out. But it wasn't easy to find reasonably-priced apartments in Manila. They're either too expensive or too cramped.
So we decided to stay put till we found a new house, one that didn't have much "character".
It's funny. The house we just moved out of had a ghost too. I'm beginnning to suspect Parañaque's full of earthbound spirits. Either that or they're following me around. Of course, they're both crazy assumptions.
Then it happened again. To me.
My younger sister and brother went to sleep over at their friends' houses. I share a room with my sister, that means the whole room and the television are all to myself.
I retired early. I turned on the television and picked up the book I'd been trying to finish that week. I do that a lot--watch TV and read at the same time. Or watch TV and write.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember a shrill scream waking me up. I quickly wiped the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hands. The TV was still on, some 70s-looking slasher flick was on.
I turned off at once and pulled the plug. My father always insisted we pull the plug of whatever appliance we've used as a safety measure.
I then turned the lights off and went under the covers. Suddenly, I felt the temperature in the room drop. It's not like I have an aircon in the room and I didn't think I set the electric fan on Number 3.
Then I saw her. She was sitting at the foot of my bed.
In the dimness of the room, she appeared to be illuminated. It was the image of an old woman, wearing a floral dress and a pair of eyeglasses. She had short, graying hair and a pert nose. She appeared to be smiling although I couldn't be so sure. I blinked and then she was gone.
The following day, our landlady visited us, having heard all the strange stories about the house. I then told her about what I saw the previous night. She looked shocked and her eyes became watery.
"That's my mother," she said. "Her death anniversary's next week."
We had a mass paid for her and the bizarre goings-on stopped.
Source
Residents of this subdivision in Parañaque often relate how the engineer who designed and developed the village they lived in hasn't left his home, which is situated near the subdivision gate. Not even after his death, several years now.
The engineer was a distinguished old gentleman who usually dressed all in white, from his shirt and trousers to his shoes.
According to the story, the engineer developed the land for Air Force servicemen assigned to the Villamor Air Force back in the 1930's. The land was as an extension of Villamor Air Base. It was his grand plan to design identical houses for families of airmen just a stone's throw away from the airbase.
The engineer became a popular figure around the village. He would often be seen, strolling down the streets of the subdivision in his familiar white garb.
His wife, however, was a different story. She was very unpopular, known for her hot temper and snooty airs. Her househelp often cowered in fear whenever she ordered them around. Rumors that she beat them for the slightest infraction of the rules also followed her wake.
Helpers, who were employed at the house would come and go, most of them leaving in haste. Some of them simply disappeared, never to be heard from nor seen ever again.
Residents reported the suspicious activities were happening at the house.
For several years, the engineer and his family prospered. But then disaster struck and his business faltered. It was a big blow for the engineer. He was crushed and devastated.
Soon, they had to sell their home. They settled in a room in the tenements.
The reversal of fortune affected the engineer's sanity. Burdened by the weight of his problems, h leaped from the top floor of the tenement building and smashed his head on the pavement.
Years after his death, several residents reported sightings of him in the village. They would see him, dressed in his usual white, roaming the streets of the village, surveying his realm.
Soon enough, his tale became legend. Stories of him were passed down from generation to generation: how he died, why he died, and his wife's cruelty. He was the village's resident ghost.
He would often be seen as a headless figure dressed all in white. People would catch sight of him at his former home. Even tricycle drivers stationed at the back of the house would report seeing the old man.
Its new owners would sometimes see the apparition standing on the terrace of his previous room.
The ghost would even show itself to the guests of the new owners. Guests would feel uneasy staying in the house, especially in the bathroom, where many guests reported they felt they were being watched. Most of them had trouble sleeping. They said, they felt that somebody was leaning over them in bed.
As such the house kept being sold and passed on from one set of owners to another.
One day, the new owners of the house decided to have the basement renovated. Construction workers were digging in the basement when they stumbled upon what seemed to be a burial plot. as they dug a little deeper, they uncovered several bones. Bones which looked human. Spooked residents theorized that the bones belonged to the missing househelp.
After a few years, the villagers got used to their village ghost.
Unfortunately, the ghost attracted other spirits to the subdivision. Vacuumed by the negative force brought by the engineer's presence, spectres from neighboring areas flocked to the subdivision and soon invaded the engineer's former home, including an incubus and succubus.
The incubus preyed on women in the house, while the succubus preyed on the men.
A househelp was once seen being abused by the misheivous spirit. It took off the victim's clothes then proceeded to sexually assault her. The victim felt icy cold and was left in a daze. She was incoherent for weeks after that.
Today, the sightings and the strange goings on continue at the engineer's house.
The one they call the House of the Unholy.
Source
The engineer was a distinguished old gentleman who usually dressed all in white, from his shirt and trousers to his shoes.
According to the story, the engineer developed the land for Air Force servicemen assigned to the Villamor Air Force back in the 1930's. The land was as an extension of Villamor Air Base. It was his grand plan to design identical houses for families of airmen just a stone's throw away from the airbase.
The engineer became a popular figure around the village. He would often be seen, strolling down the streets of the subdivision in his familiar white garb.
His wife, however, was a different story. She was very unpopular, known for her hot temper and snooty airs. Her househelp often cowered in fear whenever she ordered them around. Rumors that she beat them for the slightest infraction of the rules also followed her wake.
Helpers, who were employed at the house would come and go, most of them leaving in haste. Some of them simply disappeared, never to be heard from nor seen ever again.
Residents reported the suspicious activities were happening at the house.
For several years, the engineer and his family prospered. But then disaster struck and his business faltered. It was a big blow for the engineer. He was crushed and devastated.
Soon, they had to sell their home. They settled in a room in the tenements.
The reversal of fortune affected the engineer's sanity. Burdened by the weight of his problems, h leaped from the top floor of the tenement building and smashed his head on the pavement.
Years after his death, several residents reported sightings of him in the village. They would see him, dressed in his usual white, roaming the streets of the village, surveying his realm.
Soon enough, his tale became legend. Stories of him were passed down from generation to generation: how he died, why he died, and his wife's cruelty. He was the village's resident ghost.
He would often be seen as a headless figure dressed all in white. People would catch sight of him at his former home. Even tricycle drivers stationed at the back of the house would report seeing the old man.
Its new owners would sometimes see the apparition standing on the terrace of his previous room.
The ghost would even show itself to the guests of the new owners. Guests would feel uneasy staying in the house, especially in the bathroom, where many guests reported they felt they were being watched. Most of them had trouble sleeping. They said, they felt that somebody was leaning over them in bed.
As such the house kept being sold and passed on from one set of owners to another.
One day, the new owners of the house decided to have the basement renovated. Construction workers were digging in the basement when they stumbled upon what seemed to be a burial plot. as they dug a little deeper, they uncovered several bones. Bones which looked human. Spooked residents theorized that the bones belonged to the missing househelp.
After a few years, the villagers got used to their village ghost.
Unfortunately, the ghost attracted other spirits to the subdivision. Vacuumed by the negative force brought by the engineer's presence, spectres from neighboring areas flocked to the subdivision and soon invaded the engineer's former home, including an incubus and succubus.
The incubus preyed on women in the house, while the succubus preyed on the men.
A househelp was once seen being abused by the misheivous spirit. It took off the victim's clothes then proceeded to sexually assault her. The victim felt icy cold and was left in a daze. She was incoherent for weeks after that.
Today, the sightings and the strange goings on continue at the engineer's house.
The one they call the House of the Unholy.
Source
Miyerkules, Mayo 16, 2012
Subic Terror
One day, my friends and I decided to go on a three-day wacation in Subic. Leaving all our cares in Manila, we proceeded to enjoy the wonders of the former American naval base. We went to various pretty places.
We visited the Bat Kingdom, swam in the beach, and of course shopped at the numerous Duty-free outlets.
We stayed at a famous condominium, so we were assured of getting a good night's sleep, which we enjoyed--but only for the first two days.
On the third day, the last night before we headed back home to Manila, we decided to have a fun night. We divided ourselves into groups and each group prepared a presentation. Since I was tasked to videotape the whole thing, I was not assigned to any group.
Everyone was excited to perform. After short rehearsal, the groups performed their presentation. There were those who sang, while others preferred to dance. We all enjoyed watching the presentations. For my part, I enjoyed watching the festivities through the lens of the videocam.
When the presentations finally came to an end, we decided to give an award for the best group. After a short deliberation, we decided to award the honor to the third group. Everyone cheered for them (they were the crowd favorites).
After the excitement died down someone suggested we view the presentations on TV while we drank a few rounds of beer. So we slipped the tape into the VCR and sat back to enjoy and laugh at our friends' shenanigans.
As we watch, the screen suddenly turned black.
"What the....?"
We were all perplexed by what happened to the tape.
"Sigurado kang natape mo un (Are you sure you taped that part)?" my friends asked me.
"Oo naman (Of course)!" I said. "Wala namang naging problema nung tine-tape ko yung part na yan (There weren't any technical problems as I was taping that part)."
In the middle of our argument, Cherry, one of our girl friends began crying. We turned towards her in surprise to find out why she was crying. Then she fell into dead faint.
Panicked, we sprang into action trying to revive her.
She was stiff as a board, and she lay very, very still. We decided to carry her to the room. Normally, she was very easy to carry, being a bit small and thin. But to our surprise, it took five of my friends to carry her.
Upon reaching the room shre regained consciousness. She suddenly began wailing. Ed, one of my friends who was a psychic said she might have been possessed.
Then he confessed that he invited spirits to come to the house, to give us a scare so that we could have a thrilling night. He said the spirits he had called were the ones possessing our friend--two women, a dwarf, and a big, bad and dark man.
He said he would cast out the spirits. He began praying. He tried to talk to the spirits and asked them to leave our friend's body.
Outside, we formed circles and prayed for protection. Ed said the spirits requestd three girls to enter the room.
When the girls entered they cried as they watched my friend screaming. They continued crying as they went out of the room. Soon, they too began acting weird.
We realized that some of the spirits transferred to them and are now possessing our friends' bodies. Later, they toyed with us, transferring from one body to another.
Funny though, the spirits spared me, and my friends who were in the circle praying.
When I saw what was happening I fled to the comfort room to pray alone. But to my shock, as I was praying I heard sounds of laughing and giggling inside the restroom with me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood and I got goosebumps.
I ran outside and rejoined my friends praying. Some of my friends were crying and laughing, acting every inch like possessed people.
Later, my psychic friend told me he had convinced the malevolent to leave. We felt him leave the room. Shortly after, we heard the door bang against the wall.
Unfortunately the remaining ghosts didn't want to leave.
It was getting late so while Ed stayed with Cherry to try to convince the spirits to leave, we fled the room and tried to get some sleep.
All through the night, we could hear doors banging downstairs. Finally, in the morning everything grew quiet. The ghosts finally left.
When she came to her senses, Cherry said she could not remember a thing.
On our way back to Manila, we talked about our experience and we knew we would never forget that terrifying night in Subic.
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We visited the Bat Kingdom, swam in the beach, and of course shopped at the numerous Duty-free outlets.
We stayed at a famous condominium, so we were assured of getting a good night's sleep, which we enjoyed--but only for the first two days.
On the third day, the last night before we headed back home to Manila, we decided to have a fun night. We divided ourselves into groups and each group prepared a presentation. Since I was tasked to videotape the whole thing, I was not assigned to any group.
Everyone was excited to perform. After short rehearsal, the groups performed their presentation. There were those who sang, while others preferred to dance. We all enjoyed watching the presentations. For my part, I enjoyed watching the festivities through the lens of the videocam.
When the presentations finally came to an end, we decided to give an award for the best group. After a short deliberation, we decided to award the honor to the third group. Everyone cheered for them (they were the crowd favorites).
After the excitement died down someone suggested we view the presentations on TV while we drank a few rounds of beer. So we slipped the tape into the VCR and sat back to enjoy and laugh at our friends' shenanigans.
As we watch, the screen suddenly turned black.
"What the....?"
We were all perplexed by what happened to the tape.
"Sigurado kang natape mo un (Are you sure you taped that part)?" my friends asked me.
"Oo naman (Of course)!" I said. "Wala namang naging problema nung tine-tape ko yung part na yan (There weren't any technical problems as I was taping that part)."
In the middle of our argument, Cherry, one of our girl friends began crying. We turned towards her in surprise to find out why she was crying. Then she fell into dead faint.
Panicked, we sprang into action trying to revive her.
She was stiff as a board, and she lay very, very still. We decided to carry her to the room. Normally, she was very easy to carry, being a bit small and thin. But to our surprise, it took five of my friends to carry her.
Upon reaching the room shre regained consciousness. She suddenly began wailing. Ed, one of my friends who was a psychic said she might have been possessed.
Then he confessed that he invited spirits to come to the house, to give us a scare so that we could have a thrilling night. He said the spirits he had called were the ones possessing our friend--two women, a dwarf, and a big, bad and dark man.
He said he would cast out the spirits. He began praying. He tried to talk to the spirits and asked them to leave our friend's body.
Outside, we formed circles and prayed for protection. Ed said the spirits requestd three girls to enter the room.
When the girls entered they cried as they watched my friend screaming. They continued crying as they went out of the room. Soon, they too began acting weird.
We realized that some of the spirits transferred to them and are now possessing our friends' bodies. Later, they toyed with us, transferring from one body to another.
Funny though, the spirits spared me, and my friends who were in the circle praying.
When I saw what was happening I fled to the comfort room to pray alone. But to my shock, as I was praying I heard sounds of laughing and giggling inside the restroom with me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood and I got goosebumps.
I ran outside and rejoined my friends praying. Some of my friends were crying and laughing, acting every inch like possessed people.
Later, my psychic friend told me he had convinced the malevolent to leave. We felt him leave the room. Shortly after, we heard the door bang against the wall.
Unfortunately the remaining ghosts didn't want to leave.
It was getting late so while Ed stayed with Cherry to try to convince the spirits to leave, we fled the room and tried to get some sleep.
All through the night, we could hear doors banging downstairs. Finally, in the morning everything grew quiet. The ghosts finally left.
When she came to her senses, Cherry said she could not remember a thing.
On our way back to Manila, we talked about our experience and we knew we would never forget that terrifying night in Subic.
Source
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