Thursday, November 01, 2007

Spooky stories

The last time I saw a ghostly apparition was last month -- or something close to supernatural. One time, I came ten minutes early so naturally the lights on our side of the one-floor office was still switched off. I saw my colleague's back about 2 meters from where I stood from the glass divider and thought why she didn't turn the lights on and how I was weirded out why she was sort of staring aimlessly at our glass cabinet full of tapes, CDs and other materials. I thought about it for three seconds before I was about to greet her. (I have to turn to the left side after switching the lights on and I wouldn't see her in about 2 seconds because of a blockade). My colleague who I think I saw wearing a washed-out tangerine and a headband turned out to be arriving later with an entirely different set of clothing. I told my division-mates of the supposed doppelganger. They made me swore never to tell of it again.

Experiencing the supernatural was sort of commonplace back in college. Working as a student assistant, I was usually assigned at night because almost all of my classes were during the day. I'd stay up to 9 pm and I'm practically all by myself by 8 except for rare times that I get visitors at night. Human visitors that is. I usually hear the doorknobs go berserk like somebody wants to barge in. I'd immediately peek unfazed by what I might see but I'm always greeted by darkness or sometimes I'm greeted by the glaring eyes of the resident black cat scouring the trash bin of the oldest building where my office is situated.

There was also this one time that I heard a loud shrill scream in the desk of the division chairperson. It was 10 pm and on the way out that time, I think I was the only living soul aside from the guards at the gates. I scrambled downstairs hitting my hip with the edge of the table and I didn't bother to turn off the lights. I was also able to see a ghostlike apparition while I was taking a photo of myself through the cameraphone. It passed behind me while I was at the height of my narcissism. Last time I saw a much clearer ghostlike figure was in the third floor of the same old building. While accompanying my fellow SA, I just sat there quiet, unmoved by the passage of what seemed like a white lady in the window. I didn't tell her right away but she did see it also. From calmness, her scream drove me nuts and we ran downstairs.

Back when we still had a decent house in a subdivision, I was able to witness the so called aswang (jeez, my hairs suddenly shot up) in the form of a very large cat atop our chicken house in the backyard. According to my mother, when she was still alive, she drove the beast away with a bolo. The cat, it turns out, have shapeshifted from a dog, to another form of animal. I was also able to hear the proceedings of an exorcism from our neighbor's house at the back. The growls vis-a-vis the incantations of the priest just spooked the hell out of me. The kids in the neighborhood were told not to gallivant around the area when 6pm approached. That neighbor of ours vacated the house but the next occupants were still pestered by what seemed to be lamang-lupa.

Oh God, my goosebumps won't stop. Lord, please don't let Linda Blair visit my dreams tonight.

5 comments:

aajao said...

aswang-in ka pala jay. lol. :P

Anonymous said...

oohh... Here comes Johnny!

jayclops said...

Kinsa na nga Johnny? Bravo? Hihihi.

Anonymous said...

Jack Nicholson in the Shining man! Jeez, you see dead people kuya jay tapos you didn't see shining? :P

Jap said...

LoL@Pablo =)

Jay, I can't believe you didn't get the Shining reference lol

Next time you see a ghost, tell it to give me a good scare. I haven't seen one yet =)

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