WANT TO HEAR SOME GHOST STORIES? Part 1
Si Cheryl
Depending on the reader, this may sound real interesting and scary, or stupid. At this age, who would still believe in ghosts? But for the sake of dealing with out-of-this-physical-world elements, let me share to you some ghastly (and ghostly) encounters of my friends. Not mine. My ghost stories are quite trite and bordering on uninteresting. I've seen some white ladies (hey, 30 percent of the population would claim to have seen that famous female), heard chains dragged on the streets, talked to one on the phone, the lights went on and off, and got visited by a shadowy figure. Those are ho hum stories.
What happened to my colleague, Cheryl (bless her soul), was more interesting. In order to save on money, our bosses in DOT made it a policy that only one research officer was allowed to go on an ocular visit. It did not matter to them whether one was a boy or a girl. We were old enough to take care of ourselves.
So, all alone in a tiny hut in a deserted beach, Cheryl heard some disturbing sounds on the walls. The sound was like that of sharp fingernails scratching the flimsy walls made of pawid. Cheryl was a very brave person (she was able to stay at night and alone in the ghost-filled DOT building) and was able to sleep that night. Nothing bad really happened.
The following day was a very refreshing one. The sun was bright and the gentle waves dominated the sound of the morning. It was a low tide and the sparkling white sands and emerald waters were very inviting for a morning dip or a sentimental walk. Cheryl took the opportunity and walk and after some distance, she saw a huge, dead fish on the sand. By it was a man with one foot stepping on the fish. Cheryl got near the fish and the man. With eyes focused on the fish she remarked, "Ay, patay" (oh, its dead). Then she looked at the man who was already smiling at her. Cheryl noticed that the guy looked sullen and had blood-shot eyes. Then the man said, "Alam ko kung saan ka tumira." (I know where you stayed). "Di ba, doon?" (Isn't it there?) and pointed at the hut where she slept. Wondering how the heck that guy would know something about her, Cheryl looked back at the cottage and confirmed he knew what he was saying. She became disturbed and faced the man. The whole looking-back-and-facing-the-man thing took less than five seconds, but the guy was nowhere in sight! Then she looked at the fish. It was still there. But one thing that made her terrified was that there were no footprints on the sand! Cheryl made a quick turn-around and ran as fast as her feeble feet would bring her back to the hut!
Depending on the reader, this may sound real interesting and scary, or stupid. At this age, who would still believe in ghosts? But for the sake of dealing with out-of-this-physical-world elements, let me share to you some ghastly (and ghostly) encounters of my friends. Not mine. My ghost stories are quite trite and bordering on uninteresting. I've seen some white ladies (hey, 30 percent of the population would claim to have seen that famous female), heard chains dragged on the streets, talked to one on the phone, the lights went on and off, and got visited by a shadowy figure. Those are ho hum stories.
What happened to my colleague, Cheryl (bless her soul), was more interesting. In order to save on money, our bosses in DOT made it a policy that only one research officer was allowed to go on an ocular visit. It did not matter to them whether one was a boy or a girl. We were old enough to take care of ourselves.
So, all alone in a tiny hut in a deserted beach, Cheryl heard some disturbing sounds on the walls. The sound was like that of sharp fingernails scratching the flimsy walls made of pawid. Cheryl was a very brave person (she was able to stay at night and alone in the ghost-filled DOT building) and was able to sleep that night. Nothing bad really happened.
The following day was a very refreshing one. The sun was bright and the gentle waves dominated the sound of the morning. It was a low tide and the sparkling white sands and emerald waters were very inviting for a morning dip or a sentimental walk. Cheryl took the opportunity and walk and after some distance, she saw a huge, dead fish on the sand. By it was a man with one foot stepping on the fish. Cheryl got near the fish and the man. With eyes focused on the fish she remarked, "Ay, patay" (oh, its dead). Then she looked at the man who was already smiling at her. Cheryl noticed that the guy looked sullen and had blood-shot eyes. Then the man said, "Alam ko kung saan ka tumira." (I know where you stayed). "Di ba, doon?" (Isn't it there?) and pointed at the hut where she slept. Wondering how the heck that guy would know something about her, Cheryl looked back at the cottage and confirmed he knew what he was saying. She became disturbed and faced the man. The whole looking-back-and-facing-the-man thing took less than five seconds, but the guy was nowhere in sight! Then she looked at the fish. It was still there. But one thing that made her terrified was that there were no footprints on the sand! Cheryl made a quick turn-around and ran as fast as her feeble feet would bring her back to the hut!
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