Who was She?

“Who was that girl in your room last night?”

My neighbor (the girl renting two rooms away from mine) asked me.

“Why?” I asked.

“She was cooking. There were two of you in there. Come on, tell me. Don’t be shy. Is she your girlfriend?”

“Did you really saw a girl? in my room?” I could not figure out what she wanted for me to say.

“I’m sure of it. I saw the lady through the window. The door was half open too!”

She sounded even more positive.  I would have been happier if there was.

The problem is…

all the time

I was alone in my room…

sleeping.

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This is a scheduled post. I just realized there’s that option.

Probably right now I am sleeping in the economy class bed number 327 of M/V Wonderful Stars bound for Ormoc City.

I’ll arrive in my hometown (San Isidro) at 7 in the morning.

In the province, away from all the noise of the city.

No internet, weak phone signal, no electricity. (that’s too much)

Simple living. Thank God!

Where is the head?

She wont make it that far. The rest room was on the other end of the mall. There was no way she’s going to run the length of a mile. She has another option: to go into that scary comfort room.

As far as the gossips have gone around, there seems to be evil lurking in the room. It was supposedly for comfort or rest as the name suggests, but it does the exact opposite. Most of the girls who came in there (its a ladies CR by the way) either left out screaming, or learned their lesson: never to return again.

There she was bravely entering the ominous room.

She could not much believe how the rumors have started. When she was in there, she hurriedly went to one of the cubicles and pissed.

She never felt anything. She shrugged the stories passed around. Maybe the janitor just don’t want people to go in there so it will be clean. She decided to retouch her make-up.

The room is exquisitely clean, she noticed. To think it was open for the general public. She opened her bag and brought out a blush on.

While she was applying  the blush on, she noticed something on the mirror.

There was a black body walking behind her. Without a head. The stories are true!

She closed her eyes and started whispering “Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with you… …blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”

She felt calm so she opened her eyes. Only to see a bloody head reciting “Holy Mary mother of God, ….”  right in front of her face, mocking her.

All she could do was scream. She passed out.

Happy Halloween!

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This was told to me by a friend as one of her acquaintances have experienced in a rest room in a famous mall.

They said evil spirits are immune to memorized prayers. I wonder where they get the immunity: the insincerity of the prayer or the weakness of faith. I guess it’s both.

 

A Strange Encounter

I am in an old house made of wood. Big planks of polished Narra wood are used as the floor. The floor is somehow elevated a meter or so from the ground. Pieces of furniture were made of carved wood, one was made into a couch. No foam or upholstery. Just the hard and cold wood.

 

I am lying on the long chair. Head on the arm rest. No one was around. There were only minimal light coming from a candle on top of the center table. The room was  quiet. You could hear a needle drop.

 

Then, there were footsteps outside. It sounded calm. And slow. Tik. tak. tik. tak… maybe ascending a staircase. The footsteps stopped. Someone was at the door. The man, as I think because of its shadow casting the glass window, did not bother knocking. He just stood there.

 

I debated over myself to try to open the door and find out who he is. Eventually, the pro won. I got up and walked towards the door. I removed a plank of wood used as a lock and pulled the door open. What happened next brought me to my senses.

 

The man was striking an ax at me. I am astounded. I stood in shock. My feet wont work. I felt extreme pain. I am bleeding. The axe was on my left forehead; cutting through (and still there) in my skull.

 

Tik. tak. tik. tak. The man walked down the stairs calmly. As if nothing to worry about.

 

I saw faces of my mother and sister crying. My father at their backs trying to be calm. I am dead now. This is the end of me. A tear rolled in my eyes. I wish I could say I love them.

 

Lights out. Pitch-black darkness. I am drenched in sweat. The ceiling fan wasn’t making its buzzing sound. A brownout. I checked my phone to see what the time was. 3:33 am. I’m still breathing.

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Happy Halloween!