This story was narrated to me by Ces, a friend. She was a graduate of the university here in Iloilo City.
It was 7 o'clock in the morning when she and her friend Mariel arrived at the university. It was so early for their first class at 7:45 am, and so they decided to proceed in the library which was situated at the very back of the university.
There was no one in the library except of the female student reading magazine. She was oblivious of their presence that the she never bothered to look. Her back on them.
Ces and Mariel sat down two tables away from her. There was no librarian yet and so Ces just leave her library card in the counter and borrowed magazines from the rack.
Shortly they decided to leave. They were already in the basketball court when Ces realized that she forgot her library card. She went back alone because Mariel went to one of their classmates.
At the library, Ces asked the librarian, who had just arrived, about her card.
"So it's yours." said the librarian. "When did you left it?"
"Kagaina lang sang aga ma'am (just this morning ma'am)." Ces replied Ces.
The librarian looked at her in puzzle. "Are you making a fool out of me?"
"No ma'am. Upod ko pa gani classmate ko 'di kagina (I was with my classmate when I went her)."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes ma'am. Actually there was someone here who came first before we arrived."
"What?" The librarian stood up. "When did you went in?"
Ces told her that they came as early as seven. The librarian got out of the counter and pulled her out of the library. Though appalled, Ces followed the teacher.
Outside, the librarian told her something that made her chill. "Inday, what you just told me was impossible. I came late here because we have a meeting. The library was locked until 8 o'clock."
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
White Balls of Hell
Every year, on the month of May, the Sta. Teresita Parish Youth ministry holds a sportsfest to promote camaraderie and friendship to young people at its vicinity. Events were held every night at the backlot of the church after the last mass at 6pm.
It was summer supposedly, but one certain night, the weather seemed to spoil the party. A volleyball game was postponed due to the condition. The rain poured in rage, flooding the area.
Everyone gathered inside the church. Suddenly, it was a beehive of noise. Some got wet and some was worse. Fortunately, me and my cousin Ian has managed to dry ourselves.
It was dark inside so one bulb was turned on, giving us a pale shade of light, hiding a large area of the hall in darkness.
The rain has no intention to stop, I thought. It's getting strong every second. It was 8:46 pm and I was starving.
Helpless, I sat beside Ian who was with a group. They were telling stories. Well, what else could be fitting for such setting?
Guess what. Ghost stories at its best!
They were so damn into it as one of them narrated his own experience. Then someone bought the urge to magnify the atmosphere.
"Hoy! Alam niyo ba may multo dito sa simbahan (Hey! Did you know that there's a ghost here in the church)?" said Kim, the smart-ass ten-year old boy.
"Shut up!" I said. Jokingly cutting his throat. Then laughters broke the ice.
It was getting late when the rain has soften. But its mark had us cursing it. We were kept waiting for its full halt.
Feeling the boredom of their chat, I quitted in dismay.
As the hours passed, with the rain smothering my patience, I found myself sitting in the darkness. The altar behind me.
It was in my silence that something pierced me. As if someone was watching me. I took a quick turn at the altar, conciously ignoring the picture in my mind.
Nothing. So I shrugged it off.
I moved to where Ian was. And asked him for us to leave.
"Umuulan pa. Mamaya na. (It's still raining. Later.)"
I sat beside him, ignoring the conversations. I was feeling eerie by then, though I tried not to dwell into it. But the more I disregard, the more it creeps. Something's telling me to look back. And I did.
I gazed at the altar... To the pillar where a statue of St. Joseph stood. Then, behind it, in the darkness, something caught my eyes. I shivered chill down my spine. A block of air burdened my throat.
There it was, even an idiot could tell that it was a hair. And I don't have to study science just to know that a hair belong to someone!
Then, there were two white dots floating. Behind those dots, formed was a sillhouette of a face. Pale face. It was of a woman- looking straight at me!
It's been seven years, almost, since I had my last encounter with the unknown. But now, how hard I try, when it should have been ordinary to me, at that very moment, I felt like I was a chicken-shit. It scared the hell out of me!
My knees were shaking. My head was spinning and my heart was trembling-too much I could bear. With all that, I had managed to keep my mouth shutted. Pretending that everything's fine.
I stood up, pulled my cousin's arm and got out of the church without turning back.
It was summer supposedly, but one certain night, the weather seemed to spoil the party. A volleyball game was postponed due to the condition. The rain poured in rage, flooding the area.
Everyone gathered inside the church. Suddenly, it was a beehive of noise. Some got wet and some was worse. Fortunately, me and my cousin Ian has managed to dry ourselves.
It was dark inside so one bulb was turned on, giving us a pale shade of light, hiding a large area of the hall in darkness.
The rain has no intention to stop, I thought. It's getting strong every second. It was 8:46 pm and I was starving.
Helpless, I sat beside Ian who was with a group. They were telling stories. Well, what else could be fitting for such setting?
Guess what. Ghost stories at its best!
They were so damn into it as one of them narrated his own experience. Then someone bought the urge to magnify the atmosphere.
"Hoy! Alam niyo ba may multo dito sa simbahan (Hey! Did you know that there's a ghost here in the church)?" said Kim, the smart-ass ten-year old boy.
"Shut up!" I said. Jokingly cutting his throat. Then laughters broke the ice.
It was getting late when the rain has soften. But its mark had us cursing it. We were kept waiting for its full halt.
Feeling the boredom of their chat, I quitted in dismay.
As the hours passed, with the rain smothering my patience, I found myself sitting in the darkness. The altar behind me.
It was in my silence that something pierced me. As if someone was watching me. I took a quick turn at the altar, conciously ignoring the picture in my mind.
Nothing. So I shrugged it off.
I moved to where Ian was. And asked him for us to leave.
"Umuulan pa. Mamaya na. (It's still raining. Later.)"
I sat beside him, ignoring the conversations. I was feeling eerie by then, though I tried not to dwell into it. But the more I disregard, the more it creeps. Something's telling me to look back. And I did.
I gazed at the altar... To the pillar where a statue of St. Joseph stood. Then, behind it, in the darkness, something caught my eyes. I shivered chill down my spine. A block of air burdened my throat.
There it was, even an idiot could tell that it was a hair. And I don't have to study science just to know that a hair belong to someone!
Then, there were two white dots floating. Behind those dots, formed was a sillhouette of a face. Pale face. It was of a woman- looking straight at me!
It's been seven years, almost, since I had my last encounter with the unknown. But now, how hard I try, when it should have been ordinary to me, at that very moment, I felt like I was a chicken-shit. It scared the hell out of me!
My knees were shaking. My head was spinning and my heart was trembling-too much I could bear. With all that, I had managed to keep my mouth shutted. Pretending that everything's fine.
I stood up, pulled my cousin's arm and got out of the church without turning back.
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