Spooky Nights!

[nix_ur_dead]

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!

[ImRJ]

:boo: :boo: :boo:

[ImRJ]

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...

[zaguuu]

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.

[thestyle2002]

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 so what they did, inikot nila yung TM namin (para daw ma-reverse or makontra)

 

yikes, halloween pa naman is coming :cry:

[katty]

yikes!! creepy stories.. :cry:

[dedbol]

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

[ImRJ]

olryt, may mga bago! siguro okay na din mag-post ng mga kwento na kahit d experience.... basta nakakatakot.

 

pa lagay na lang sa start ng story kung fiction or non fiction.

[ImRJ]

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.

[thestyle2002]

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...

[GMT]

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...

Wow. Change the floor from the 19th to the 13th floor to give it that "Halloween flair".

[ImRJ]

wala bang bagong ghost stories dyan???

[ImRJ]

eto mga bagong kwento, kaka-email lang sa akin.... yung iba medyo malabo, intindihin nyo na lang. :evil:

 

scary stories sa UP

 

Seen at: Wilfrido Ma. Guerrero Theater

Claim to fame: If Poveda has an Ursula, the UP theater department

has Marita. She was a theater actress. In her last scene, she was

lowered to the stage via a harness. When it snapped, she was choked and died. She sometimes appears in theater productions when there are lots

of cast members in one scene. Once she was branded a bad actress

when everybody on stage was running while she was just walking.

[ImRJ]

DEAD ROOMMATE

 

Seen at: Kalayaan residence

The story: It was the onset of sem break. While a resident was

still packing her bag, her roommate was ready to go. Since the former

wasn't done yet, the latter went ahead. Then the roommate's

parents came in looking for her. The resident told them that she already

left. When the resident was about to finish her packing, she

opened the closet and saw her roommate inside--already decomposing.

[ImRJ]

Ikot Jeep incident #2:

 

Nag-iisa na lang yung girl sa jeep nung pauwi na cya sa dorm ng

9pm. Nagulat cya ng biglang nag-iba yung direction ng jeep, di na nito

sinusunod yung route nito. Nakiusap siya: "Manong, bababa

po ako sa ***** dorm," pero di cya pinansin ng driver. Nang

bumalik ito sa ikot route, nakiusap ulit yung girl. So pinababa nga cya sa may

dorm, pero bago cya bumaba cnabihan cya ng driver: "Ineng, pag-uwi mo

hubarin mo agad yang mga damit mo at kung pwede sunugin mo agad. Iniba ko

yung ruta para makaiwas sa disgrasya. Kanina kasi pagtingin ko sa

salamin, wala kang ulo."