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Sana wala pang thread na ganito... since malapit na ang holloween, post your ghost stories here.

 

dapat first hand experience yung story para okay. wag sana yung mga umi-ikot sa mail na mga stories, okay?

 

here's my story...

 

mga 2 years ago, nagpunta kami nga mga kaibigan ko sa Paskuhan (sa UST). After the show was over, we decided to go somewhere else para umiom. Since lahat kami nun low budget, naisip na lang namin bumili ng toma sa 7/11 tapos hanap ng lugar. Since we were in Manila, naisip namin sa may CCP grounds. Pumwesto kami sa may tabing dagat, malapit dun sa ay floating casino dati. Hindi pa umiinit katawan namin nang may dumating na mga pulis na napa-patrol. May mga nahuli na sila so tinago na lang namin toma namin and we left. Medyo may buzz na rin kami noon kaya nagka-yayaan sa may Film Center.

 

If you're not familiar with the place, amy dalawang driveway siya, one higher and the one lower. Our car went up the higher one tapos nag-loop sa dulo pababa sa lower. We passed by an entrance that had some things inside. Parang ginawang post ng guard kasi may desk, chairs, tapos may nakapark na bike sa isang tabi. Pagdaan namin, wala kaming nakitang guard.

 

We parked at the lower driveway and we began surveying the place, hoping to feel any "paranormal" activity. Yung isa namin kasama open yung 3rd eye nya and he can sense the presence of any "spirits" around. Pumunta sya sa may likod ng building, the part where it was really dark. There were 7 of us that night, 2 girls and 5 boys. Sumunod kami nung isa pang kaibigan ko tapos may sumama sa amin na barkada namin na girl. The others stayed near the car. Pagkalapit namin sa friend namin na may 3rd eye, tinanong namin kung may nararamdaman siya. Nung una wala daw pero after a while, sabi niya na may mga lumalabas na daw and told us na baka mas okay kung bumalik na kami sa sasakyan.

 

Sabi naman ng isa pa namin kasama, try daw man lang namin lumapit sa building mismo kasi parang corny yung punta namin dahil wala man lang siya naramdaman o nakita. So we decided to go ahead. Pag sinita kami nung guard, sasabihin na lang namin na arki students kami at gusto lang namin makita up-close yung building. Di na nakayanan nung girl yung kaba so she went back to the car whie the 3 of us proceeded up the first flight of steps. Now this is how it looks like. Lower driveway tapos may steps tapos driveway ulit. After that, may isa pang flight of steps tapos building na. Dun sa pangalawang driveway yung may parang guard post. We had just reached the second driveway and was about to cross when we heard a male voice coming from the guard post.

 

"Hoy!!! Wag kayo dyan!!!"

 

We stopped dead in our tracks. Sabi namin baka yung guard since wala talagang ibang tao doon sa lugar na yun at that time (it was already around 3 a.m.). Sabi ko lapitan na lang namin yung guard and explain our alibi (na arki nga kami). Which was indeed true.... So lapit ang mga magigiting ninyong bida.

 

Pag tingin namin dun sa guard post, nandun nga yung guard. Ang problema, tulog na tulog at babae pa! Imposibeng sya yung sumigaw sa amin just a few seconds back. We clearly heard a man's voice pero wala ngang ibang tao sa lugar. I just felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge! Takbo na kami pabalik sa kotse. The others were laughing at us kasi narinig din daw nila yung sigaw at akala nila napagalitan kami. Pero pagkakwento namin nung nakita namin, kinabahan na in sila and we decided to leave na.

 

Sakay kami lahat sa kotse, binuksan ng driver makina at ilaw and in front of us was a closed gate which all of us swore wasn't there a minute ago. We now had 2 options... go up the sidewalk to avoid the gate or retrace the way we got in which would mean passing by the guard post. I think our driver was running on adrenaline at that time kasi walang isip-isip, isinampa nya ung kotse sa bangketa and we left the place. Lahat tahimik sa sasakyan pauwi and i don't think anyone of us has been there again ever since that night.

 

Well, yan po. Sana nagustuhan nyo kahit di masyado nakakatakot. I can swear the story is 100% true. You have similar stories? Post them here! :)

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yikes, freaky naman :ninja:

 

 

anyway, here's my story, not actually a ghost story, but its more of exorcism.

 

one of my best gals experienced this few months ago. u know naman siguro SFC (Singles for Christ), she attends that regularly. One thursday night, may prayer meeting sila. this happened, i think if not Marcelo Green Village, then Severino, both in Pque. while waiting for the others to arrive, somehow the lights went off. they went outside to see if the whole subdivision was in blackout. surprisingly, yung place lang nila ang nawalan ng ilaw, so they just thought maybe there were problems lang with the switches, blah blah...few mins later, one of the members (i cant remember kung leader sha) was on his way (together with some other members) when their car f#&ked up, so they called someone whos in the prayer meeting alrdy na ma-le-late nga sila. what a coincidence...hindi tuloy makapag-start yung prayer meeting.

 

finally, after everybody had arrived, they started praying. geez i cant remember how do u call that kind of prayer (my God! what kind of a Christian am I? heheh) basta its like humming when ure singing. there are no words, but inside ur mind, its like u are still praising God. they say the experts can actually translate what are u saying or what do u mean with ur humming. after a few, when almost everybody's on fire (now this is a very common christian word... :) ) this person started humming differently. its was really eerie bcoz when they translated it, they said its wasnt God that person was worshipping.

 

so in short, nasaniban sha. :unsure:

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own experience:

 

Baguio City, 2000---my family and I spent the holy week together with my cousin. we were all 7. we stayed at my cousin's house, the village right across Loakan Airport. the house was pretty big for us, even if we're 7. during our 2nd day there, i went to my cousin's room to ask her to accompany me downstairs to take a pee before goin to sleep. her husband was using the bathroom on the 2nd flr that moment so i have no choice. we went together down, it was quite dark and i was really starting to think funny, even hilarious thoughts just avoid feeling creepy. i went inside, and man...that bathroom was the biggest one ive ever seen. i think 10 people can fit in the shower area!!! :lol: moving on...im only halfway through when i heard someone knocking at the door......continuously. it wasnt really that loud, but its annoying. so i said, "hey knock it off! im almost done!" the knock didnt just stop after that. so i thought, what hell, knock all u want! i washed my hands and face quickly then after opening the door, my cousin wasnt there. :unsure: just a few seconds later, she was just about to come down from the stairs. i asked her,"hey, whats with all that knocking??" she then gave me a weird look, and replied, "what the hell are u talking about?" i went upstairs for a while to get my phone. i never knocked!"

 

f**k Baguio City...i aint comin back there. at least not in that house again <_<

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one of my best gals experienced this few months ago. u know naman siguro SFC (Singles for Christ), she attends that regularly. One thursday night, may prayer meeting sila. this happened, i think if not Marcelo Green Village, then Severino, both in Pque. while waiting for the others to arrive, somehow the lights went off. they went outside to see if the whole subdivision was in blackout. surprisingly, yung place lang nila ang nawalan ng ilaw, so they just thought maybe there were problems lang with the switches, blah blah...few mins later, one of the members (i cant remember kung leader sha) was on his way (together with some other members) when their car f#&ked up, so they called someone whos in the prayer meeting alrdy na ma-le-late nga sila. what a coincidence...hindi tuloy makapag-start yung prayer meeting.

 

may mga friends din ako na member ng SFC. they had this meeting sa may Christ the King dyan sa may E. Rodriguez sa QC. nung gabi na daw they heard low moaning sounds na parang galing sa lupa. ewan ko ba, madalas may mga ganyang kwento sa mga prayer meetings na ganyan. :D

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i had this experience in one of the studios (television commercials/movies)in makati. I can never forget that, its studio A. Since that i am part of the production team, i witnessed everything from the make-up, the settings, the camera movement and the works.

 

At that time, we were shooting a television commercial. ako yung tiga-sigaw ng "video, roll camera", then the director will shout "action".

 

we were on the second to the last frame, then the camera starts rolling. then all of a sudden, my director shouted "cut"! may dumaan daw na tao infront of the camera. so, another take, the he shouted cut because it happened again. he even scolded me because hindi ko daw tinitignan yung set! so i reasoned out na wala naman pong dumadaan. then the vtr technician playbacked the last two takes. and after seeing it, na-packed up ng wala sa oras yung shoot.

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hmmm...marami akong scary stories pero this is one story i'll never forget...

 

there's this guy na i really liked...brother siya ng asawa ng tito ko...i first saw him noong kasal ng tito ko. we never really got to talk, pero i liked him nonetheless. though he never told me anything, people could see na he liked me, too... :)

 

years after, he died (binangungot daw according to them). after ng burol, ang daming nagkukuwento na nakikita pa daw nila si ___ kung saan-saan...since binangungot nga, hindi pa daw niya siguro alam na patay na siya...eh hindi naman kami close, so i believed na hindi siya sakin magpapakita.

 

i spoke too soon.

 

one night, patulog nako nun, i saw a shadow lurking sa may cabinet ko. siyempre, being a logical being, tiningnan ko muna kung baka merong gamit na pwedeng nakaharang kaya nakalikha ng shadow. eh wala, so i got really scared. worst part of it was that the shadow was moving, as if it were alive. ewan ko kung instinct yun, pero naisip ko talaga na siya yun. sabi ko sa shadow, "___, patulugin mo naman ako, may test pako bukas." siyempre hindi nakinig...nandun lang talaga siya, as if binabantayan ako. talagang magpapakita yung shadow pag patulog nako...

 

ewan ko kung kalokahan ko lang yun, pero to fight my scary feeling off, i tried talking to him. i told him na i was really sad when he passed away, and i told him na i liked him...

 

isang linggo niya din akong binantayan sa cabinet ko...and noong last day niya sa pagbabantay sakin, i felt a gush of wind...and he was gone...

 

maybe it was his way of telling me na all those years, he liked me back...

 

may he rest in peace.

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isang linggo niya din akong binantayan sa cabinet ko...and noong last day niya sa pagbabantay sakin, i felt a gush of wind...and he was gone...

 

:unsure: syet, sana wala ako ma-experience na gayan, matatakutin talaga ako eh :unsure:

 

ok lang sa akin yung mga nagpaparinig peo ayoko yung magpapakita pa (labo ba?) :blink:

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hehe pinakanakakatakut na na experience ko recently...two nights ago lang...

mga 4 am may tumawag sa cell ko...ewan ko bat ko naisipan hindi lagay sa silent...

e hindi ko lam kung sino yun kasi # lang lumabas and nasilaw pa mata ko kasi tulog na ko...punta ko sa cr and dun ko sinagot para hindi magising bro ko...girl na umiiyak...parang scene sa horror flick! hahaha...aabang ako na may lalabas sa harap ko tapos naumpog pa ko sa cabinet so nagka black eye pa ko! 2 thoughts

lang nasa isip ko nun....wala naman akong sigurong nabuntis and wag ka titingin sa salamin! hahaha....gro lang pala pinapapunta ko sa bahay nya...sabi ko bahala ka sabuhay mo....then tulog uli....

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Well i don't really believe in ghost untill i experienced one - personal encounter actually!

 

One dear friend of mine, whom I consider my soulmate died a few years back.. We were friends for more than 10 years. Almost a year of not hearing from him I got an overseas call from my female best friend (who introduced Patrick, my soulmate, to me) and told me that Patrick died of Cardiac Arrest. More than the pain of loosing my friend, it was much painful for me having heard the news about his sickness from somebody else. In my thoughts I talked to him, Itold him.. "you are just so unfair!!!!! you used to call me whenever you have problems... I thought we both believe we are soulmates??.. " and even call him "coward!!!!" for I believe when he was in the ER he has 2 choices - to live or to die, in which I believe he chose to die to run away from his many problems. I told him I'll never forgive him unless he'll talk to me...

 

That same night I dreamt of him talking to me and asking for an apology.. I told him, this is impossible you are now dead.. then he said why don't you open your eyes.. that statement really woke me up!... I refused to open my eyes.. pero I decided to try it... I saw light.. little by little forming into human image...getting nearer and nearer where I was... I closed my eyes and felt cold... I shouted "I forgive you but I cant take much of this anymore...pleaseeeee.....!!!!! Things normalizes when I tried to open my again....

 

The following night I visited his wake (in Pasay), I don't usually look at coffins, but I did kasi nga friend ko sya... I talked to him and said my last goodbye..i even joked "I'll leave early, I don't have Patrick to take me home anymore.. iniwan mo na ako eh!"... When I turned my back, the lights went out...BROWN OUT! I told him "Ok ka lang Patrick??? You know I need to leave early, you know how far Cainta is from Pasay!!" I was forced to stay for a while... I am not brave enough to walk through Funeral home's hallway without lights!!!! Then came my best friend's cousin, who happened to be with somebody from Cainta, and offered me a ride...then I said "Ok ka talaga Patrick!"

 

Coincidence or product of my imagination??? nah... i believe it was Patrick!

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Sa akin naman kuwento nang nanay ko.

 

My lola has been buried for about a week.

Usually it's my moms habit to sleep in the

living room after sending us to school. During that

day narinig nya yung peculiar na walk nang lola ko.

Sinabi nya 'inang ingat kayo baka madapa kayo', then

sumilip sya, nakita nya yung profile nang lola ko wearing

her favorite duster. Then she suddenly remembered my lola

was buried last week. Karipas sya nang takbo paakyat tapos tinabihan

ang tatay ko. For two months wala kaming breakfast na bagong luto

sa umaga dahil nagluluto na sya pag gabi hehehehe.

 

2nd story, nanay ko uli.

She was with my tatay in Korea for a business meeting. Suddenly

my great grandmother died. She was not informed kasi nasi korea nga sila.

Pero during the night eh nakita nya sa mirror ang face nang lola nya.

 

So somebody called her, i think it was my tita informing her na wala na nga

ang lola nila. So they went home and umattend nang lamay. During the trip

back to our house, tatay ko ang nagdrive nang car. While using the rear view

mirror nakita nang tatay ko ang lola nang nanay ko nakasakay sa likod. Sinabi

nya sa nanay ko and they just continued driving. Syempre takot sila tumingin

sa likod.

 

Pagdating sa house umiyak ang nanay ko asking for forgiveness sa great grandmother

ko. Kasi nuong buhay pa daw yun gustong sumakay sa car namin ang lola nya at magpapasyal.

Laging sinasabi nang nanay ko sa susunod ipapasyal sya pero hindi nagawa hanggang mawala

ang great grandmother ko.

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i can relate with one of the posters here. pero guest lang sya. i was also in a shooting for a tvc. it was a location shoot in tagaytay sa bahay ng isang singer na mahilig sa mga anitques.

 

we were about to start the shoot, when one of the lightmen was really hysterical and kept on shouting na talagang parang nawala ang pagkalalaki nya. he was taking a nap on the second floor of the said house when all of sudden someone woke him up, when he opened his eyes, he saw this man na sobrang eerie, face to face with him as in ga-buhok lang ang pagitan. ayun, postponed ang shooting. hanap kami iba bahay. ahehehehe.

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this a personal experience of mine and all those who dared to sleep inmy room without permission.................. eversince i am child i had this thing with ghost and enchanted beings.......... they have protected me from all dangers that their kind can do to me......... this happens every nyt before i sleep..... i talk to them ...they play with me..... but whats funny to me and eery to those who dont know is...... whenever someone sleeps in my room without my knowledge........... have almost same experiences.......... first they will hear an earry voice calling their name coming from the direction of the coming from the fan or the window............ if they try to ignore this and still try to stay...... thy will feel more manifestations like someone pinching them or tapping then from the back............. this happens everytime those enchanted friend of mine doesnt like whoever is in my room

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experienced it dati. pero it wasnt actually me. it was marvin agustin nuong nagaaral p sya sa up. i was riding a jeepney around 10 pm mlapit sa sunken garden, pumara c marvin sa may tpat ng engineering bldg. tpos nagtataka kme ng driver bat sumabit sya at ayaw nyang pumasok. nung bumaba ang ktabi ko sa harap. saka sya sumakay at umupo sa tabi ko. tinanong sya ng driver kung bket ayaw nya pumasok. sbe nya "bos puno na kse jeep nyo e." pero nung tumingin kme sa likod. wla nman tlgang pasahero. 3 lng kme nung driver. after that.... tumayo na balahibo ko. nyay!

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19TH FLOOR

 

may naalala akong kwento, kinuwento sa akin ng friend ko working at a call center in libis. this happened to one of their officemates....

 

their office was located at the 22nd floor of the building. sa 19th floor, walang mga tenants, as in empty yung floor na yun. e diba sa mga call center you have a break in the middle of your shift so marami bumababa tapos nagyoyosi sa labas. may mga cases na daw na paakyat yung mga tao tapos titigil yung elevator sa 19th floor peo shempre walang bumababa doon. takot lang nila!

 

one time yata yung ka opisina nila na babae nahuli umakyat so mag-isa lang sya. just as she was about to enter the elevator, may bata (around 6-8 yrs old) na sumabay sa kanya. although medyo nagtaka siya kung anong ginagawa ng bata doon ng ganung oras, hindi na lang nya pinansin. baka nga naman anak ng isang na-oopisina dun. wrong move... :boo:

 

walang pinindot ung bata na floor so akala nya sa 22nd din bababa. just as they were about to pass the 19th, huminto doon yung elevator. it was pitch black outside the elevator doors. to her surprise, the boy moved towards the open door. ang malupit pa, the boy grabbed her arm and tried to pull her outside the elevator saying, "Tara, dito na tayo. Laro tayo!"

 

shemre nanlaban siya and after much struggling, the boy let her go. she was in tears daw pag-akyat sa 22nd. medyo tulala so they sent her home na lang...

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Ako madami akong SPOOKy STories

 

1st is when My grandfather died NOV of 1994, It was just me, my lola and my eldest tita sa funeral home kasi malakas ang ulan and nobody in their place can go sa funeral house kasi as in malayo talaga. sabi ng lola ko wish daw ng lolo ko was sa bahay nya siya maburol, eh makukulit mga tita kong sosyal kesyo ganito kesyo ganyan, anyway the whole night it was raining heavily, then we suddenly heard yung faucet sa kitchen nung funeral room na tumutulo, the problem was duon ang daan namin sa harap ng kabaong, then iikot pa kami just to go inside the kitchen. so 2 kami ng tita went to the kitchen pag tingin namin dun sa gripo walang tulo so tayuan na agad balahibo namin plus sobrang lamig ng kitchen, eh wala namang aircon dun. so takbo kami pabalik ng sala, without telling anything to my Lola, after 20 mins dumating yung Bunsong tita ko then she went directly to the kitchen to prepare our food paglabas nya galit na galit sa amin kasi daw yung lababo umaapaw na sa dami ng tubig. this was really scary

 

 

The next day, we decided na iuwi yung remains ng lolo ko sa bahay nya.

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19TH FLOOR

 

may naalala akong kwento, kinuwento sa akin ng friend ko working at a call center in libis. this happened to one of their officemates....

 

their office was located at the 22nd floor of the building. sa 19th floor, walang mga tenants, as in empty yung floor na yun. e diba sa mga call center you have a break in the middle of your shift so marami bumababa tapos nagyoyosi sa labas. may mga cases na daw na paakyat yung mga tao tapos titigil yung elevator sa 19th floor peo shempre walang bumababa doon. takot lang nila!

 

one time yata yung ka opisina nila na babae nahuli umakyat so mag-isa lang sya. just as she was about to enter the elevator, may bata (around 6-8 yrs old) na sumabay sa kanya. although medyo nagtaka siya kung anong ginagawa ng bata doon ng ganung oras, hindi na lang nya pinansin. baka nga naman anak ng isang na-oopisina dun. wrong move... :boo:

 

walang pinindot ung bata na floor so akala nya sa 22nd din bababa. just as they were about to pass the 19th, huminto doon yung elevator. it was pitch black outside the elevator doors. to her surprise, the boy moved towards the open door. ang malupit pa, the boy grabbed her arm and tried to pull her outside the elevator saying, "Tara, dito na tayo. Laro tayo!"

 

shemre nanlaban siya and after much struggling, the boy let her go. she was in tears daw pag-akyat sa 22nd. medyo tulala so they sent her home na lang...

eeeeeeeeeeeekkkk hehe theres a version naman at RCBC Makati: 6th floor

 

 

this actually happened just this morning arnd 3am...my team mate has 3 eye kasi. story goes when shes about to go back to 12th flr to take calls, coming from her 15-min break. nag iisa lang sha sa elevator, when suddenly the elevator stopped for arrn 10 mins---------imagine 10mins---no wonder why she was late. ang weird pa kasi the elevator just stayed at the 6th flr, never nag-open yung door. while waiting daw, all she could do was to say "pls make this stop...this isnt happening."

 

few hours later...1 hr before our shift ends, she saw a "resident" daw at the company's lobby, tall imagine wearing black tapos hollow yung face, and after seeing that, she saw our team manager without his head :ninja: so what they did, inikot nila yung TM namin (para daw ma-reverse or makontra)

 

yikes, halloween pa naman is coming :cry:

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bigla ko lang naalala....dati sa bahay namin natuulog ako sa room ng bro ko pero

tuwig hating gabi tumatakbo ako sa room ng parents ko...mga 8 y. o. siguro ko nun...then just recently natulog uli ako dun...pero room na yun ng sis ko....

then nagising ako mga 1 a.m. pagtingin ko sa pinto, may nakita akong matandang babae....gusto kong tumakbo nun1 hehehe...dun ko lang naalala na dati pala

nakikita ko yung old lady kaya ako tumatako....hindi na ko natulog uli dun! hehehe

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eto, alam ko fiction lang 'to pero still sends shivers down my spine...

 

My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving

important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys

and read the message.

 

"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted

the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried

to go back to sleep.

 

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.

 

"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.

 

"Who the hell could this be asking for a txtmate at the wee hours of the

night?" I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the

message.

 

I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone

even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents,

who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told

me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if

they're miles away.

 

I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at

night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.

 

Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone

beeped again.

 

Same number...Such determination!

 

"Pls reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"

I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys...

I just realized I was replying to the message.

 

"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a

simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.

 

Seconds later came the reply.

 

"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur

frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"

 

"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.

 

"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she

replied.

 

That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.

We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We

only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for

school!

 

And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving

and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to

appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone

beeped, hoping it would be her.

 

Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized

I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.

 

"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d

key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..." One day, she sent this message

to me.

 

I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold on &

nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on..."

 

I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d pipol

hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of

ur lyf & nvr come back again."

 

I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure

though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become

used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she

already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.

 

I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f

l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."

 

I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word

came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to

each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.

 

I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft,

kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We

only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call

again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.

 

But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long

to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the

phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a

little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that

all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and

cut through the heart.

 

"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes & der u r.

Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan

4ever..." One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had

been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was.

She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough

to make us both realize what was keeping us together.

 

I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,

hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read ur mind f u

luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."

 

"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love,

scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get

tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.

 

And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f

destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of

free will."

 

Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered,

"Soon...soon, love...soon."

 

Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for

her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she

felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines,

between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that

sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.

 

Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I

just though she had ran out of prepaid. but there was something that kept

bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell

nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I

continued sending messages.

 

Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my

phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her!

 

"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't

mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a

painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."

 

I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I

texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but

she would not answer.

 

For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I

didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love

her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

 

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella

took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones

that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me

could feel the emptiness I felt.

 

Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped

again. It was her!

 

"Meet me at d cafe, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was

true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got

myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to

be

there before she arrived.

 

I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see

her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set

eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly

chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes,

her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something

in them...sadness?

 

"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The

voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."

 

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and

gave the roses I brought for her.

 

"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she

loved pink roses.

 

"You are always welcome, Love"

 

"Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears?

"I really must go."

 

"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked,

pleadingly.

 

"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you

shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget

you...you will always be here in my heart." She was looking at me straight

into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear,

there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those

lovely yet lonely eyes...

 

She got up and smiled at me, lovingly. "Tomorrow morning, please come and

visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.

 

I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.

 

The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,

thinking of her. I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink

roses - for Mikaella.

 

They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told

the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.

 

The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to

wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was

going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.

 

A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.

 

"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we

were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very

well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly

understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother

was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the house,

it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed

away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.

 

As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while

others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"

 

She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded

by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pink roses.

 

No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who

was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...

 

A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.

 

"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even

asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you

could still send her messages and you would always be with her."

 

I couldn't believe everything...My mind was in limbo.

 

"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."

 

"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been

suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.

 

"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.

 

"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears,"

she said you will come, and here you are.

 

Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at

her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I

would never forget while I was still alive.

 

After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me

she went everyday.

 

Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U

taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u

shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing u didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u

didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"

 

I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP

again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a

reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine. The

sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my

cheeks as I read the message.

 

"Let go of d hand of d prson u love, but dnt let go of God's hand. 4 if u

hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d prson u love n d ader hand 2 let u

hold each other again."

 

"I will never forget you, Mikaella and I will never let go..." I vowed to

her and to myself as I left the church.

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eto, alam ko fiction lang 'to pero still sends shivers down my spine...

 

My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving

important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys

and read the message.

 

"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?" Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted

the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried

to go back to sleep.

 

I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.

 

"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.

 

"Who the hell could this be asking for a txtmate at the wee hours of the

night?" I asked myself. Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the

message.

 

I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone

even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents,

who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told

me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if

they're miles away.

 

I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at

night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.

 

Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone

beeped again.

 

Same number...Such determination!

 

"Pls reply 2 dis msg & b an angel & save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"

I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys...

I just realized I was replying to the message.

 

"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a

simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.

 

Seconds later came the reply.

 

"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur

frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"

 

"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.

 

"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she

replied.

 

That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.

We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We

only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for

school!

 

And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving

and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to

appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone

beeped, hoping it would be her.

 

Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized

I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.

 

"Keep me as a frnd & I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up & throw away d

key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..." One day, she sent this message

to me.

 

I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson & f u evr find 1, hold on &

nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping & holdin on..."

 

I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d pipol

hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of

ur lyf & nvr come back again."

 

I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure

though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become

used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she

already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.

 

I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f

l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."

 

I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word

came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to

each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.

 

I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft,

kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We

only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call

again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.

 

But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long

to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the

phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a

little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that

all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and

cut through the heart.

 

"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes & der u r.

Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan

4ever..." One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had

been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was.

She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough

to make us both realize what was keeping us together.

 

I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,

hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read ur mind f u

luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."

 

"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love,

scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me & pray dat u will not get

tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.

 

And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f

destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of

free will."

 

Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered,

"Soon...soon, love...soon."

 

Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for

her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she

felt the same way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines,

between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that

sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.

 

Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I

just though she had ran out of prepaid. but there was something that kept

bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell

nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I

continued sending messages.

 

Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my

phone's message tone again... at last! It was from her!

 

"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't

mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a

painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."

 

I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I

texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but

she would not answer.

 

For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I

didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love

her. And I wanted to be with her forever.

 

The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella

took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones

that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me

could feel the emptiness I felt.

 

Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped

again. It was her!

 

"Meet me at d cafe, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was

true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got

myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to

be

there before she arrived.

 

I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see

her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set

eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly

chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes,

her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something

in them...sadness?

 

"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The

voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."

 

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and

gave the roses I brought for her.

 

"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she

loved pink roses.

 

"You are always welcome, Love"

 

"Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears?

"I really must go."

 

"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked,

pleadingly.

 

"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you

shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget

you...you will always be here in my heart." She was looking at me straight

into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear,

there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those

lovely yet lonely eyes...

 

She got up and smiled at me, lovingly. "Tomorrow morning, please come and

visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.

 

I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone.

 

The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,

thinking of her. I hurriedly went to a flower shop and bought a dozen pink

roses - for Mikaella.

 

They lived in an exclusive subdivision. Upon reaching their house, I told

the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.

 

The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to

wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was

going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.

 

A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.

 

"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we

were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very

well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly

understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother

was crying while talking to me. As we came near the great hall of the house,

it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed

away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.

 

As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while

others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"

 

She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded

by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pink roses.

 

No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who

was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...

 

A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.

 

"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even

asked that her phone be buried with her. She said that in that way, you

could still send her messages and you would always be with her."

 

I couldn't believe everything...My mind was in limbo.

 

"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."

 

"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been

suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.

 

"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.

 

"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears,"

she said you will come, and here you are.

 

Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at

her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I

would never forget while I was still alive.

 

After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had told me

she went everyday.

 

Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U

taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u

shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing u didnt teach me & it hurts mor - u

didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"

 

I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP

again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a

reply, yet as my phone beeped again, I felt a shiver down my spine. The

sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my

cheeks as I read the message.

 

"Let go of d hand of d prson u love, but dnt let go of God's hand. 4 if u

hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d prson u love n d ader hand 2 let u

hold each other again."

 

"I will never forget you, Mikaella and I will never let go..." I vowed to

her and to myself as I left the church.

read this from a friend's email...

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