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File 10: The Social Science Building

Schools are always infested with haunted stories. This is more noticeable to big and old universities, especially those whose roots started at the Spanish era. As time progresses, the chilling stories of each school is pass on to generation to generation. Some of these stories died out, while others are forged by time. My school has one and its story is true. Why can I strongly confirm that its true? Because the evidence was never removed (or can't be in this situation).

The Social Science building is one of the oldest building in our campus. The building harbors most of the departments related to the school's education course. In the past the sixth floor of the building was said to be a morgue. When I enrolled in  this school it was removed and became a free floor- a floor for other PE classes or used by several school clubs for practicing.

The most interesting fact about the SS building is that its elevator is closed. As in, there are metal bars in each floor blocking the doors of the elevator. If that ain't creepy enough, there are times when the elevator opens on its own. I said that because I witness it personally.

The SS building has a bridge that connects the buildings adjacent to it. So in traversing towards the STC Building (which is at the right side of the SS), I would usually pass through the SS building. It was really quiet and I was the lone person in the hall. As I was passing by the elevator, its doors suddenly opened. That startled me and caused me to run away.

Now, many of you would think that "maybe there was a maintenance" or anything near that line of thinking. After I recovered from running, I thought the same thing, but then I remembered that there is no electricity running it.

After that incident I researched about the history of that building, specifically about that elevator. I found some really interesting things about it. First, that elevator has never been replaced. Therefore, when the sixth floor of the SS building was still a morgue, that elevator is what they use. Also, the shutting down of the elevator happened 6 years ago for safety reasons.

However rumor has it that those "safety reasons" weren't really the reason. The reason is pretty scary. The story goes like this:

This story takes place after the sixth floor was renovated. There is this priest who has heading to the Religious Studies Department on the SS Building. Being quite old and having shaky bones, the priest decided to take a shortcut... to ride the elevator.

He entered alone. there weren't problems except that the elevator was clicked to go to the sixth floor. "This must be another prankster's joke" he murmured to himself. Now, the RS Department is in the fifth floor and while the elevator was climbing up, it stopped in the third floor. "These students need to be disciplined" he thought.

The door opened revealing no one outside. He press the button for closing the door and the elevator quietly closed its doors. He reached the fifth floor. He was about to step outside when he was brushed aside by a running girl.

It was shocking, not because the girl appeared out of nowhere, rather because the girl came inside the elevator! The same elevator he was riding alone. Finally stepping outside after seconds of shock, when he turned his view inside the elevator.... there it was. A floating girl, wearing white. The priest was so stunned that he black out.

When he came through, he was already inside the RS Department's room, surrounded by the staff of the department. When he asked what happened, all he can say is that "Babae.... nakaputi... lumulutang.... sa likod nyo!"

So this is my share of my university's story of horror. Share yours here!

You can also check the story here:
http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-10-The-Social-Scien-215724

File 9: Tom

My family just moved to a new house in Cagayan De Oro City. It was on a peaceful subdivision on the upper part of the city. The lot has a big garden at the back, with a mango tree shading the middle area. The house itself is beautiful. It has two floors with the pathway made up of wood. After a few weeks of moving in the house we are all happy... until strange things started happening.

I began noticing that our garden gnomes (the little figurine statues of dwarfs) are always knocked down every morning  when I take a stroll in the garden. I thought it was caused by the neighbor's dog going in the garden. I asked my neighbor if they could leash their dog every evening, but even then.. the garden gnomes still get knocked down.

And then there is my kid. His name is John (not his real name for security reasons). Before we transferred he was always a timid, meek type of child. He stays indoors a lot and prefer to be alone reading rather than playing outside with other kids. I thought of it as something natural since I was also a loner in my younger years. However, after moving in I began to see changes. Small changes at first, like playing in the garden or being talkative while eating. The big change came when he introduce to us his friend Tom.

Tom is John's imaginary friend. Me and my wife were shocked at first since we view something as "imaginary friend" unhealthy to the development of a child. However, John was happy so we just let it slide.

John has a diary of his own in which he drew all the things that he did that day. The entries in his diary were pretty normal before the existence of Tom. I've stumbled upon his diary the other day while I was cleaning the room. It piqued my curiosity so I read what he wrote yesterday. What was written there gave me the creeps.

"Today I raced against Tom but he always wins since he can float. I want to float too. He said he can help me, but mom called me for lunch. Lunch is better than floating."

I read John's other entries. I was slowly being consumed by fear as each page flip to the previous ones.

"Tom was really angry at the dog today. He said that the dog reveals his location whenever we play hide and seek so unleashed the dog and push its head to the pool of Mrs. Samantha. Tom said that the dog likes it. He said the dog was happy. I am also happy."

"Tom said he was always looking at Pa and Ma whenever they sleep. He said that he was guarding them. Tom is a really nice friend."

That's it. I need to talk to John now. He should have limits to his imagination.

I head down the garden to look for him. He was not there. I looked for him in the kitchen, still not there. I searched all over the house. My fear getting worse, and couldn't even see a glimpse of his shadow.

Finally I head a cry. It was John stuck in the branches of the mango tree. My fear quickly dissipating, then I noticed that there is a rope attach to his neck. As to how and why he was up there with the rope on his neck, I thought of nothing about that. What I was so concerned about is the figure, that ominous figure standing behind him. It was a startling figure for it has no eyes, no nose. It only has a very big and creepy mouth. The creature seems to chuckling to the situation I am in, either that or to what he intends to do to John.

I was frantically exploding inside as John continued crying and the monstrous being continued laughing. Then he did it. He pushed John from the tree-top. My heart stop, my breathing turned heavy as I saw my son falling. The rope was reaching its full stretch size until a miracle happened.

The rope snapped.

Realizing what happened, I hurriedly run to catch John. As I have John in my arms again I regained my rationality.

We moved out of the house, transferred to my parents' until I was able to find another house. This time, hopefully, with no enigmatic beings. That was, and hopefully, the last time I ever saw that entity.

http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-9-Tom-215725

File 8: Bad Girls and the Bathroom Ghost

I was a student at the Central Philippine University in 1985. I had two best friends, Marie and Jacky. We were considered “the bad, but cool, girls.”

It wasn’t easy to join our group, nor were we looking for additional members. We enjoyed ourselves being “bad” girls – well not the kind that you probably would have in mind. We were still conservative in our unique ways.

Anyway, we always frequent the girl’s restroom for a make over, smoke and the usual gossip. One day, on one of our routine smoking sessions, a girl we never saw before came in and started fixing her hair. She totally ignored us – that was disrespectful! We were furious at her audacity, for no one - and I mean no one - would dare come in the girls' room when we were in there.

We stared at her hard but she, apparently, wasn’t intimidated at all. So Jackie, being the most assertive of us, nudged her and went with her face close to her cheek. The room became so silent, you could literally hear a pin drop. It was a tense moment and we were all at the edge of our breaths. Then suddenly, the stranger turned her head sharply toward Jackie! Jackie screamed, and that led to a chain reaction of screams from Marie and me as well. Jackie jolted backwards and nearly tripped over my foot.

We stood there in horror! Was she going to hurt us? Were we doomed for all the things we had done against many girls like her? These questions went through our minds equally. We stood there staring at her face which was blue, and her eyes were bloodshot and popped halfway out of the sockets!

It is the most horrendous, most scary thing I have ever seen in my life! I've been scared by sights in the movies but nothing beats this!

After that incident, we stopped using the girls' room as often, and vowed not to bully anyone anymore.

Apparently, others have also seen the “ghost-girl” but only as a reflection in the mirror.

Check it out here:
http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-8-Bad-Girls-and-the-215730

File 7: Ghost In White

It was shortly after midnight, just after a movie, my girlfriend and I took a stroll to enjoy the cool morning. The morning had an ambiance of romance, and we didn’t feel like parting company just yet.

After some walking, we thought it would be nice to go for ice-cream so we hailed a tricycle taxi and hopped in. We asked the driver to take us to St Bernadette Street. To our surprise, he refused. When we asked him why, he told us he had an encounter with a ghost once when driving through St Bernadette Street.

We were so intrigued that we took a joy ride instead. We listened attentively while he told us this story:

“With a best friend, Sunny, I would take rides along St Bernadette Street to pick up passengers. Sunny was a fun guy to be with. He would tell me many jokes and make our work fun. One night, I'll remember this for the rest of my life...” The driver said with a tear trickling down from his left eye.

My girlfriend and I looked at each other and felt guilt building up but said nothing. Maybe it will do him good to talk, we thought. But actually, we both were yearning to hear more, and waited for him to continue.

Wiping the tear away, he asked, “You sure you want to hear my sad story, I don’t want to bore you with it?”

We nodded enthusiastically. “Of course we do." I said. "Unless it bothers you to talk about it, then we’d….”

Before I could continue, he interrupted. “No, it’s no bother. Actually, I appreciate your interest. Ok, so where was I? Oh yes! Sunny.”

“You see, there was this lady all dressed in white, she smiled at Sunny and Sunny struck a conversation with her."

Sunny’s like that you know." He said to me and carried on.

"She — was a beautiful woman, very beautiful. Sunny then asked her what she was doing all alone at that time of the night.”

Then, with his eyebrows raised, palm up as he pointed his hand at us to emphasize the next sentence, the driver said.“ You know, this was around 2 am and she was all alone.” He paused, shook his head, then continued.

“She replied to Sunny that she was lost and confused. She didn’t know why she was wandering about. Sunny asked her where she wanted to go and she replied, ‘home.’ Sunny, without asking where her home was, offered her a ride - he invited her into his tricycle and she got in."

The driver looked at me and said. "Sunny turned and looked at me – with that look you give when you are about to score big – you know."

Realising my girlfriend there, he bashfully said, "Err..it’s a man thing.”

I looked at my girlfriend and we smiled. I saw how absorbed she was in the story and kissed her on the cheek; she was totally oblivious to it.

Then, our driver just stared into the distance, forgotten we were there, I thought. Hated being left in suspense, my girlfriend asked while trying to hide her impatience. “So what happened?”

Jolted out of rapt, he blurted. “What? Oh! Sorry. Well, Sunny rode away…and….err…he turned the corner up ahead.” He paused.
Another tear rolled down his cheek. We didn’t push him that time. There was a silence and we thought we’d better just leave it at that. We slid back in our seat. I put my arm over my girlfriend's shoulder, our heads leaned and rested on each other’s.

We sat like that and in complete silence for almost a minute as we enjoyed the slow cold wind in our faces. Then, the driver suddenly stopped paddling. He turned to look at us and I saw in his face, a man burdened with unanswered questions.

He finally said in a soft voice. “She was no where! It had been only seconds and she disappeared! I didn’t see her walking away or anything! You know.”

He sounded and looked like he was blaming himself for something.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He took a deep breath and came to presence of mind. He let out a sigh and said, ”There was an accident. Sunny’s tricycle was crushed and broken to pieces right before my eyes. I rushed to him and…and…he was bleeding from the head. He muttered a few words but I couldn't understand. Then he..., he was dead!”

He looked at me with the eyes of a very frightened man. He then said, ”And the girl? She just disappeared! I looked for her but she was nowhere to be found! She was a ghost!

He paused. He rubbed his arms for goose bumps had formed, and started to sob.

"A ghost!” he muttered to himself.

We looked at each other, I gripped my girlfriend's hand tight.

He took us to a cafe and we invited him to join us for coffee but he politely refused and rode away a tortured soul.


http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-7-Ghost-In-White-215731

File 6: Floating Woman

This is a story related to me by my parents.

Before my parents were married, my mother often visited my father at his house in Daanbantayan. At midnight, my father would send my mother home on his little motorcycle. This was their courtship routine.
My mother may have been granted permission by her parents to visit my father, but she was never allowed to stay the night; it was not a respectful thing to do then. So, at midnights, no matter what, my father would send my mother home.

Normally, the rides to my mother's home were uneventful, but there was one night when things were different.

The day was wet; it had been raining heavily. The courting couple remain indoors all day. They talked, cooked and ate together. My father's parents liked having my mother around because, apart from being a good company, she was a great help around the house.

That midnight, it was still raining so they waited a little longer. At around one o'clock in the morning, the rain had turned into a drizzle. My father quickly brought out his little motorcycle and hopped on. My mother climbed up and hugged him; it was going to be a cold ride home.

As they pass the main road and entered into a lonely narrow road, which would eventually take them to my mother's house, they saw ahead an old woman crossing the road. They thought nothing of her, even though she was carrying two kerosene lamps and walking very slowly---where was she going at that time of the night, in the middle of nowhere?

They were freezing in the cold wind so all they could think about was getting home as soon as possible. So, they rode by her without saying a word. After passing by her, both of them curiously looked into the motorcycle's handlebar mirror. What they saw, froze them completely. My father nearly crashed the motorcycle into a tree as he swerved about uncontrollably. He could not keep his hands still; they were trembling out of control.

Behind them, the old woman was floating in the air---her feet were almost three feet off the ground. Her hair fluttered in the wind as though an electric current was going through her body. Her eyes were burning furiously, like the kerosene lamps she was carrying. She was right behind, and appeared to be chasing them.

Although petrified, my father did not lose total control of his motorcycle. He rode so fast and furiously that he missed the turn into the road that led to my mother's house. He only slowed down after my mother alerted him about the turn.

Both my parents didn't know if the other had seen what each of them had seen. When they reached home finally, my father looked at my mother and calmly asked her.

"Nakakita ka sa tiguwang nga naglutaw?" which means, Did you see the floating old woman?

"Yes." She replied, shuddering.

They quickly entered the house and closed the door.

That night, my mother insisted that my father slept in her house. Luckily, he did, or he may not be alive today, and neither would I.


http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-6-Floating-Woman-215732

File 5: 31st Floor (in Tagalog)

 "Call center butterfly" ang tawag nila sa tulad ko.  Hindi kasi ako mapirmi sa isang call center. Hindi ko na usually inaabot ang regularization, lumilipat ako agad sa iba after a few weeks on the floor. Ewan ko. Siguro that is how I was wired.
 It works for me. Kung pwede nga lang magkulong sa kwarto at mag-DVD marathon o mag-sound trip, 'yun ang gagawin ko maghapon.
 But sometimes it bothers me. Hindi ko ito nababanggit sa iba. Pero I'm a ghost magnet yata. Most of the time, graveyard shift ako so 'pag lumabas ako ng house mga past 6 na. Madilim na dun sa nilalakaran ko papunta sa sakayan ng jeep na magbababa ng EDSA. Maraming beses na kasi nangyari na may makakasalubong akong naglalakad-weird-nakatitig sa akin na para bang nanlilisik ang mga mata. Tas 'pag pinilit kong i-spot ang nilalakaran nila, nakalutang ang mga paa nila sa lupa.
 Alam ata nila na nakikita ko sila. May mga kaluluwang gumagala na ayaw talaga magpaabala. Nagagalit sila 'pag sinusundan sila ng tingin. Naalala ko minsan nung bata pa ako, naglalaro ako sa bangketa tas may dumaang karo ng patay. Dun sa mga kapamilyang nakabuntot sa karo, may nakita akong maputlang lalaki na nakapamburol, nakatitig sa akin. Hindi na naalis 'yun sa isip ko.
 Dun sa isang call center na pinasukan ko, sabi nila may bata raw na naglalro sa mga training rooms sa 25th floor. Madalas himahampas niya 'yung mga swivel chairs.
 'Yung CR nga sa dulo wala nang gumagamit dahil madalas siya rung magparamdam. Akala mo may laman ang isang cubicle dahil may maririnig kang mga kaluskos, wala naman pala. Minsan nga nag-CR ako dun mag-isa. Habang naghuhugas ako ng kamay, biglang kumindat 'yung mga ilaw. Tas sa gilid ng mga mata ko, para bang may nakita akong payat na naka-blue uniform sa tapat ng ihian, nakalutang ang mga paa niya mga 2 feet mula sa sahig. Baka iyon 'yung multo ng namatay sa elevator. May isang utility man daw kasing nagkukumpuni ng sirang elevator tas nag-short yata 'yung mga kable. Ayun, nabagsakan siya ng elevator mismo. Patay agad.
 Isang madaling-araw, nang mag-round yung guwardiya, binuksan niya 'yung Training Room 3. May nakita raw siyang tao na nakaharap sa computer. Akala niya agent. Pagsasabihan niya sana kasi bawal mag-stay sa training room kahit before mag-start ang class kaso nakatalikod sa kanya so tinawag niya. Hindi ito sumagot. Pagbukas niya ng ilaw, wala siyang nakitang tao.
 Sa Workforce naman namin, may isang area na sobrang lamig kahit nakapatay ang aircon. Isang araw, nung kinakausap ko 'yung ka-batch ko dun bigla na lang tumilapon 'yung Avaya, 'yung phone na ginagamit namin sa calls. Nagtaka sila. Minsan kasi bigla na lang umikot 'yung isang upuan ng 360 degrees. Sa takot nila, nagtakbuhan daw sila lahat. "Baka poltergeist 'yung multo, " sabi ng ka-batch ko. Hindi ko na lang binanggit na nakita ko 'yung reflection ng bata sa salamin ng window. Tumakbo siya at nagtago sa ilalim ng isang computer station na parang naglalaro.
 Parang nasasanay na ako sa dami ng mga manifestations. At least, hindi pa ako nakakakita ng mga multo na sabog ang bungo o putol ang kamay, 'yung tipong naaksidente.
 Hanggang sa mag-work ako sa isang kompanya sa Ortigas. Sabado kaya konti lang ang agents na may work saka rest day ng mga nag-oopisina. Mga 8 p.m. 'yun kaya si manong na lang ang inabutan ko. Sa 36th floor ang mga work stations namin. Bago ko i-swipe ang ID ko bigla akong kinilabutan. Sabi ko, baka malamig lang kasi malakas ang ulan sa labas. Nag-good evening si manong-"Pauwi na?" usisa niya-saka binusisi ang bag ko. Tapos kinuha ko 'yung payong ko dun sa lagayan sa tabi ng door.
 Hanggang sa tapat ng elevator sa 36th floor ay parang aburido ako. Pinindot ko 'yung "down" button. Binilang ko sa isip 'yung changing numbers sa itaas. Nag-ding ang elevator at bumukas ang pinto. Walang tao. Nakita ko 'yung reflection ko sa salamin. Nilingon ko si manong tas nag-wave siya sa akin. Pumasok ako sa elevator at pinindot yung "G" para bumaba sa ground floor.
 Kulob 'yung katahimikan. Binibilang ko ulit sa isip ko 'yung numbers.
 Nang biglang huminto 'yung elevator. Nag-stop sa 31st floor. Bumukas 'yung door. Walang tao. Nung magsasara na 'yung door biglang may lumapit na matandang babae, may kasunod na bata. Pinindot ko 'yung button para bumukas ulit ang pintuan. "Salamat," sabi niya. Nakahawak sa braso niya 'yung bata.

 Nakatingin sa akin 'yung bata. Nakakapote siya, yung transparent. Pero basang-basa yung buhok niya. Basa pati 'yung gilid ng mga mata niya. Sumugod ito sa ulan, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Ito namang nanay, kako, hindi pinayungan ang anak niya. Ang lakas pa naman ng ulan sa labas.
 Hindi ko gaanong napansin 'yung mukha nung nanay. Medyo stocky ang katawan niya. Naka-t-shirt lang siya at maong. Parang ahente ng mga cosmetic products, 'yung tipong mag-oorder ka gamit ang brochures nila. May dala siyang malaking shoulder bag. Ang naaalala ko'yung kuwintas niya na may parang jade na pendant, 'yung nabibili sa mga Muslim sa Greenhills.
 Dinukot ko ang cellphone ko. Isinaksak ko ang earphones sa mga tenga ko. In-open ko 'yung playlist at ini-scroll down ko sa "On The Radio" ni Regina Spektor. Clinick ko 'yung play. Sa itaas ng pintuan ng elevator, pababa nang pababa 'yung mga numbers: 28, 27, 26, 25 ...
 Biglang bumukas ang pintuan sa 23rd floor. Nagulat ako. Nagkatinginan kami ng babae. Hinintay naming may pumasok. As usual, walang tao. Nakakayamot. Nung magsasara na 'yung elevator, nagbubukas siya ulit. Ganun siya mga dalawang beses ata. Parang nagha-hang nang half-open. Pinindot ko 'yung "close" button.
 Pagkababa namin sa ground floor, nauna akong lumabas ng elevator. Sumunod sa akin 'yung ale. Tsinek ng guard ang bag ko. Gumilid ako para isara ang zipper ng bag ko. 'Yung bag naman ng babae ang tsinek ng guwardiya.
 "Asan po 'yung anak n'yo?" tanong ko sa babae.
 "Ha? Anong anak?" pagtataka niya.
 "Kanina may kasunod po kayong bata e. Nakakapote."
 "Mag-isa lang akong bumaba," sagot niya.
 Nagbiro 'yung guard. Baka 'yung batang multo raw ang sumabay sa amin sa elevator. "Manong naman!" ang takot ng ale. Natahimik na lang ako.

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