Benigno Aquino Jr. and my friend

  Dear insansapinas,

Every August 21, I like to remember Ninoy Aquino by reposting this story. Believe it or not, kebs ko. 

BENIGNO AQUINO, JR. AND MY FRIEND'S NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

My friend was a co-faculty member in the Graduate School. He handled Organization and Management as well As Human Behavior in Organization subjects. A scholar since grade school, he finished his college and masteral with distinct honors from a prestigious sectarian university in the South. Employed as a Manager in HR Department of a chain of hotels when he had the amazing near death experience, his job descriptions included trouble shooting between management and the union.

That fatal day, after a long hours of negotiations and renegotiations, he was just happy to drive home and take a hot shower.

He was about to board his car when he felt something on his chin, No pain, but it came later as blood gushed like a busted fire hydrant. He got shot . No one dared to come near him. They did not see the assassin. He did not know how long he had been there, lying in a pool of blood. The bullet was the type that explodes inside the skin. The ambulance came; so were the kibitzers. The nearest hospital was a government hospital where despite the lack of medical supplies to handle such kind of operation, the doctors did their best to save his life. Time was running out and he was losing a lot of blood.

After six hours of operation, the doctor assured the family that he would pull through.
He lived but there was a need for him to go to the United States for reconstructive surgery. The bullets shattered his chin. His jawbone was no longer there.

Through the help of relatives and friends, he was brought to the US for the much needed surgery. The operation entailed sawing off a portion of his skull in order to get a bone for his mandible.
During the process, he flatlined.

“ I felt myself floating in that room. I can hear the frantic conversations of the doctors and nurses. They were trying to revive me. I felt light and could see the medical team working on a body that seemed to be mine”.
"In that unconscious state, I saw a very familiar figure, dressed in white. He seemed to be floating too since we were looking down on the doctors and nurses."
"He did not talk; he was just smiling. I never expected him to be a member of a reception committee”"
"Then I heard a voice. He’s back. "

For years, he had this puzzle to himself. He was no way connected or have met Benigno Aquino, Jr.
The dean of the Graduate School advised him to consult me. He believed in me when I identified who was haunting the resort where we stayed for our conference.


Though, he was skeptical, he approached me. After relating the story, he asked me for an explanation.
I said, " It must be because it was August 21." The answer just came out of the blue.
"Acceptable, but how did you know it was August 21?" he asked.
I did not know either, I told myself. I shrugged my shoulders in response.

Teresita Basa- A ghost who named her murderer

Dear insansapinas,
Here in the United States, there are police authorities who make use of psychics to help them solve crimes.

Their function is to lead the investigators who in turn gather evidence to identify and bring the suspects to trial.

This story however about ghost who led the police to her murderer was the first. And the Victim was a Filipina. A Nurse.

I read this story from the Oxford Book of Supernatural. Then when I googled the name TERESITA BASA, I got this article.

The Murder of Teresita Basa. On February 21, 1977, a woman by the name of Teresita Basa was found brutally murdered and partially burned in her Chicago high-rise apartment...
There were no clues and no suspects.
 
Dr. Jose Chua and his wife worked at the same hospital as Teresita, but they barely knew her. Nevertheless, one evening Mrs. Chua suddenly went into a trance and announced in perfectly fluent Tagalog, a Phillipine dialect--
 
"I am Teresita Basa."
She then proceeded to tell the Chuas that she was murdered by an orderly, Allen Showery, who had stolen her jewelry and given her pearl cocktail ring to his wife...
Terrified, the Chuas reported the information to the Chicago police. Two veteran detectives assigned to the case were highly skeptical of the information, but having no other leads, they decided to investigate. When they searched Showery's apartment, they found Teresita's jewels--and his wife had the pearl cocktail ring!
When Allen Showery was confronted with this evidence he immediately confessed to the murder of Teresita Basa, but at trial his attorney moved to dismiss the case on the grounds that evidence provided by a ghost is inadmissible in a court of law.
The judge disagreed. Allen Showery was convicted of murder and sent to prison for fourteen years...
The decision created quite a stir in legal circles because it was the first case on record in which the chief witness for the prosecution was a ghost.

What was not mentioned was, later, the suspect admitted his crime.
Taunted and stalked by the ghost? Maybe.


Pinaysaamerika

It 's all in the Family -Close Encounters with Ghosts-Halloween Series

Dear insansapinas,

Contrary to the belief of my friends, I never opened my third eye. One is because I got four eyes. I got prescription glasses. mwehehehe

Kidding aside, my “gift” or curse came into my realization  when I was already busy juggling my academic and corporate lives. I can not  afford to give in to requests to find out if some

People have ghosts in their homes or if their loved ones would like to communicate with them. I did not intend to make the “gift” as a source of income.

Before my I-can-talkslash-see-dead people episodes, I was a normal person who could not sleep alone in an unlighted room nor stay in the house which is rumored to be haunted.

Besides, my mother was warned by some old folks who had seen my eyes that I was the type of person who could easily be spooked or stalked by people in the other realm.

My first encounter with ghost was with the family. The Ghosts of the Death March.

I was scared to death then, hearing the shoutings, the scampering noises of soldiers who tried to escape, the sounds of the guns and the curses of the Japanese soldiers.

The second one that I could recall was a day before my father’s death. My mom came home after weeks of stay in the hospital attending to my comatose father. So she was dead tired after we finished our dinner. My eldest brother was tasked to replace my mom in her vigil in case my father woke up.

All of us were huddled in one room. My brothers and sisters had fallen asleep or were they?

I felt I was the only one awake and scared. The lone light bulb flickered. I saw my father entered the room. He was very lonely. I forgot that he was in the hospital. I just thought that my brother brought him home and he was well.

I was about to ask when he came towards us. He kissed every one of us. Nobody woke up. I felt the kiss was icy cold. Then he left.

I was about to ask him where he’s going.

The following morning, my eldest brother came. My father expired during the evening.

There were other ghost sightings that if I am going to write, it would be Christmas and my theme is still Halloween.

There were scary encounters, that’s why I do not recommend for those who have no

Strong spiritual guidance to refrain from summoning spirits.

One encounter was here in the States. It was the home being rented by my friend where I temporarily stayed. I felt an angry discarnate that I felt her hands in my throat. It was a woman, I could sense her shadows. It was a dark one.

The other encounter was when I had the least idea that I am a sensistive person.

I thought it was just one of those nightmares. But the dream was recurring. The woman tried to strangle me too. I know that I was not the object of the fury of these earthbound spirits but because I can sense them, I can geth bad vibes.

As to the “talking”, there were only a few who could calibrate in my frequency since I closed also the antennae.

 Pinaysaamerika

It’s all in the Family- Part 3 Halloween Series

 Dear insansapinas,
This is a continuation of my pinoy ghost series.This article is a repost from my Now What, Cat?

photoforwarded thru e-mail.

Sister/Nurse 2



When my sister was studying nursing, she stayed with me during weekdays. Our house in Quezon City was too far away from her school. She occupied my first bedroom. I had an extension made which functioned as bedroom/private office for me.

That early morning, I was awakened by loud raps at my door. My wall clock showed that it was quarter to four in the morning. Grudgingly, I reached for my slippers.

As soon as I opened the door, my sister sprang towards me with a single syllable"ghost", coming out from her lips repeatedly.

After calming down, she narrated how she heard a queer whistling sound emanating from outside her room. She saw the door knob moved. At that instant, chills ran in the length of her spine. Her room was in total darkness. Only the light coming from the garage seeped in her screened window with sturdy grills. Slowly, an image began to form. It was a man. Awestruck, she closed her eyes and opened them slowly when she heard the "man" singing. For nearly a minute, she stared at the apparition, unsure what to do next. He was a young man. He got black curly hair and a well-trimmed mustache.
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After coming face to face with the ghost, my sister slipped under the covers, afraid that if she got up, she would collide with the stranger. "He's coming to me" my terrified sister thought as the singing grew louder. She started praying aloud, hoping that if it were an evil spirit, it would go away. It did.

Minutes went by and when she was sure that the singing sound disappeared, she ran to my room.

I did not know what to make of my sister's statements. As far as I know, I bought the lot, and built the house that made us the first owners/ occupants thus eliminating the possibility of spirits of the former occupants lurking around. But I did have a share of my weird experiences in that room before I moved to my new bedroom.

Early morning, I did not waste a single minute to make inquiries about the lot where our house stood.

Mesmerized by the story that I told her, the oldest resident of that village remembered that the first owner of the lot was a young man, a seaman who according to the parents who sold the lot to the developer did not come back from his last sea voyage.

I informed my sister of my finding. The description fitted the vision.

I asked her if she wanted to swap room with me or stay with me instead of her room with a single bed.
She gave a little thought to my suggestion and chose the second option. I hoped that the stranger will not make a comeback.


But I was wrong. Hardly had I closed my eyes, after several hours of trying to catch some sleep, my sister burst into my room.

She was a lot calmer. But she said that he was back. Slowly she explained what she did. Before he started singing, she told her that the place was no longer his and if he needed some guidance, she offered to pray for the repose of his soul.

As the ghost disappeared, my sister heard a soft whisper of thank you and a melody slowly fading from the distance.

He never was seen again, until another sister who's visiting for the weekend  occupied the room.

Youngest sister

My youngest sister was born months after my father died. She was only a few months old when she fell from the bed in the middle of the night. She was supposed to be beside my mother when all of us went to bed that night. Every one of us wanted to be my mother's side. We're afraid of ghost.We just moved in to an old house after we left the bungalow where my father died. 

My mom was puzzled when she woke up in the middle of the night not because of my baby sister crying but someone was standing beside the bed cooing. 

It was  my baby sister "standing" by the bedside...propped up by an unseen force. She could not stand by herself. She could not even hold her head yet. 


My mom woke us up to ask who put my baby sister there. I thought she fell from the bed. But if it was so, she would be lying on the floor with all the pillow and her baby blanket.


But she was not aware that yet. She met her real ghost in my place again. I had my new house blessed. They slept over in my house that night. And there she met my resident ghost.


The resident ghost said that he saw light when my house was blessed. Then he disappeared. He thought that he could stay in my place. This was different from the ghost that my other sister met.


And he was not the lady ghost who was fond of hiding things in the house.



Pinaysaamerika

It’s all in the Family- Part 2 Halloween Series

 Dear insansapinas.

Eldest Brother

My eldest brother was in his first year college when my father died. A teenager who felt he gained freedom from curfew set by my father, he adopted the habit of coming early dawn after hanging out with his “barkada”.

He learned how to drink and smoke and ignored my mother’s admonition until he saw a ghost. The ghost of the past…that of my father.

He came late and went to bed without changing his streetclothes. He was about to fall into sleep when he felt someone was tugging his legs. Thinking that it was one of my brothers, he pulled his legs

to flex his knees ready to give a kick.

He froze. In the darkness, he saw my father’s silhouette. He heard the message. If he’s not going to stop being irresponsible, my father was going to take him with him.

Call it a nightmare or a hallucination but my brother rushed to my bed and told me that my father is “ nagmumulto".

There was a big transition after the ghost sighting. From a teener, he became an adult who helped my mom took care of us.

My Twin Brothers

I did not have the opportunity to sit down and hear my brother to talk about his experience with ghost. He was still a teenager when he came to the United States and his visits came once a year which was mostly spent on talks about his life abroad.

But his twin who was the agnostic half had supernatural encounters; ghosts and demons. And he is not even “gifted”.

He has this guilty pleasure of pouring boling water in a cup with coffee, sugar and cream mixed together. He would not settle for cold coffee.

That morning, he was left alone in the house. It was a holiday. It was not a big deal since he really did not join the family in a meal anytime of the day. Any day.

He usually left before breakfast to avoid morning traffic going to work and came home late in the evening when everyone was already in the bedrooms. 

As usual, he boiled water ( takuri) and he was pouring the bubbling hot water when he heard knocks from the main door.

He left the cup of coffee and opened the door. There was no one.He went back to the kitchen and cooked hotdogs for his pan de sal. Right after putting the hotdog in a small plate, he heard the knocks again.

Angrily, he left the hotdog and coffee which was still steaming hot to find out who had been  disturbing him to enjoy his breakfast. The doorbell at the gate was not working so a visitor had to knock loud on the door to be heard inside.  It was eight in the morning.

What he saw was a woman who said that he should change. Nothing more. Thinking that she was just a beggar who was asking for money for some reasons..e.g. someone is sick…she is sick or she was a victim of scam... blah blah….he slammed the door.

One who was not easily intimidated, he was pissed by the woman who just suddenly appeared in our doorstep.

When he went back to the kitchen/dining room, he saw that his coffee cup was empty and the hotdogs were shaped more like fingers.

He did not scream. He run to the door to look for the woman. The backdoor was bolted from the inside.  He saw no one outside. It was only a few minutes had passed and if she came and left without a car, she would be walking the long road towards the gate of the subdivision.

He threw away the hotdogs; made himself another cup of coffee and decided to talk me as soon as possible.

My Sisters

I got three sisters and all of them have ghost stories of their own. Two ghost sightings in my own house.

Both of my two sisters are nurses.

Nurse/Sister 1

Although she had shares of ghost stories with her classmates in UP, the one which frightened her most was her experience in Boston hospital.

There were already stories about ghost sightings in that ward but she thought that just because she lived and grew up in our house which we believed we shared with other entities, she would not get scared.

But she did. It was there when she had experienced   goosebumps, hair-raising and sudden lost of mobility moments when she sensed the apparition near the elevator.

To be continued...


Pinaysaamerika

It’s all in the Family- Halloween Series

Dear insansapinas,
Read my other ghost stories.

Many people do not believe in ghosts but they are scared that they might see one.
If seeing a ghost is included in the DNA blue print of a family, I suspect that the codes had been very well written for each of the member.


My Father

Among the family members, my father had the remotest desire to see a ghost. He did not believe in one since he had been and had lived in so many parts of the Philippines that he would have the chance to stay in a haunted place.


He had no idea that he would meet one when he moved to a city to accept a job offer.
The employment fringes included housing accommodation for him and the family.
Since the house that was being constructed was not ready yet, the company temporarily
Made him stay in a six bedroom old house. Alone. No one told him that it had a reputation of being haunted so that the rent was merely a pittance. We moved in to the new house later.


On the first night of his stay, he heard all sorts of noise, knockings, foot falls and moans.
He was a man who was not easily scared so he kept quiet about the unusual experience.


But the ghosts in the house which was not occupied for a long time must be very determined to drive him away so they can have the house all for themselves. On the third night he learned what the word fear meant.


According to him, his hair stood up on end and he was “ paralyzed” for a few seconds when the apparition stood by the door which he opened when he heard the knocks, thinking that it was a new employee who also came from the city and was going to share in the house until he found a place of his own.


He could not run outside because the door was blocked. So he merely shut the door and jumped on his bed.


Lest, his co-workers would laugh at him, the next morning he just kept quiet but he insisted that he moved to the new house even it was not finished yet. He thought that if he had stayed one more night in that house, he would have barricaded himself with a lot of crucifixes .


I read an explanation about ghosts being cranky . She attributed the emotion to the frustration of trying to communicate and the people do not hear them.


He told this story when all the family members and the neighbors experienced the ghosts of the Death march.


Mother

Most of the ghost apparitions experienced by my mother were after my father died.
When we were all grown up and my father’s manifestations became less, she told us that she believed that my father must have asked for a deferred crossover so he could watch over us. My mother then was not even 40 years old and was pregnant when he died.


One psychic wrote that the common reason for the deliberate missing of the crossover was passion ( either it is love or hate.) Obviously, my father was that of love.


Those who are motivated by hate were more the earthbound type. They do not want to move on because of reasons other than love.


The first time that he saw my father after he died was on the third day after we buried him. In our hometown, the old people required the widow to take a bath on this day early morning when no one ‘s up yet.


My mom told us that she saw my father standing by the door. She forgot that he’s dead. She just realized when the apparition disappeared. She noticed however that he was slightly elevated from the floor. Sylvia Browne, an authority on paranormal said that the Other Side actually exists three feet about our ground and vibrational levels.


Our dog did not stop from barking and howling at night so that a neighbor must have
Caused his sudden disappearance.


When we moved back to Manila, one of my brothers stayed with a relative in the province.


We were busy settling in the city so that my mom was always tired whenever she came home. Tired as she was every evening, she checked on us after she had rested. One night, she went to the boys’ room and found that there were two figures on the bed. She did not switch on the light. But when she saw my eldest brother in the kitchen taking his late dinner, she asked him if they had a guest sleeping over. When he said none, she went back to the bedroom and checked again. There were not two but just one sleeping on the bed.


She just thought that it must be a pillow that she saw and mistook it as a body. Before she went back to bed, she heard a whisper…to go and see my other brother who was in the province.


That she did and found out that my brother was sick for days and the relative did not inform us.


There were minor manifestations but one that she would not forget was when I , the rebel
Run away to marry at a very young age.


She said that she saw my father at the foot of the stairwell, crying.


To be continued...

Ang Aking Tatay na di ko Tatay-Halloween Stories

Dear insansapinas,
Kung multo at multo lang naman ang pag-uusapan, mas maraming kuwento ang aking mother.
Hindi siya katulad ko na I-talk-to-dead-people. Siya lang ang ay I-can-see-dead people.


Ilang beses niyang nakita ang aking father matapos na siyang mamatay. Pero nang una niyang makita ang aking father ay buhay pa siya. Nope, hindi siya ang doppelganger na sinasabi ng iba.


Baby pa ako noon at nagtatrabaho ang daddy ko ng pm shift kaya lampas alas dose na ng gabi kung siya ay umuwi.


Ang sabi nila (kapitbahay namin), yong bahay daw namin ay daanan ng mga engkanto at iba pa. Huwag ninyo akong tanungin, wala pa akong kamalay-malay noon.


Isang madaling-araw, nagising ang mother ko na may nagbukas ng pinto sa kusina. Doon pumapasok ang aking father instead na sa balkonahe namin.


Ang gamit namin noon ay petromax kasi ang koryente ay hanggang alas dose lang. So ang mga aswang siguro naglalabasan pag wala ng koryente. ngek ngek ngek.


Ang gamit naming moskitero (hindi yong musketeers ni king Arthur) kung hindi yong mosquito net para di kami kagatin ng lamok ay malaking pampamilya.


Eniwey, hinintay ng aking mother ang pagpasok ng aking father mula sa kitchen.


Narinig niya ang yabag pero hindi siya lumabas sa kulambo. Napansin niya na kumulimlim ang petromax. Nakita niya na nakatayo ang aking ama sa paanan ng kulambo. Ang nakikita lang niya ay ang pantalon nito hanggang baywang.


Tumuloy ito sa salas. Kaya inisip niya na baka may gagawin pa o kaya maghuhubad ng sapatos.


Nakatulog siyang kaunti nang marinig niyang bumukas na naman ang pinto sa may kusina. Tapos nakita niya ang father ko na pumasok.


Tinanong niya kung saan siya pumunta. Sagot naman ng aking ama na sa trabaho. Ang bilis mo naman, sabi ng aking mother.


Sinabi niya na nakita na niyang dumating siya at pumunta ng salas. So akala niya lumabas ulit at kababalik lang.


Sabi naman ng aking father, kararating lang niya.


Sabi ng mother ko eh sino yong nakita kong nakatayo sa may kulambo?


Pinaysaamerika

Ang Katok sa Pinto sa Baguio Teachers' Camp-Halloween Stories

Dear insansapinas,
Ilang beses ang grupo naming nagpunta sa Baguio Teachers' Camp pag summer. Tuwing pupunta kami doon ay may kuwento ng multo.


Isang summer, pumunta kami ng grupo ko para magkaroon kami ng working seminar paggawa ng sylabus. Actually, gawa na namin yon, discussion na lang ang ginawa namin at sa gabi ay libre ang mga kasamahan kong lumabas habang ang iba ay nagbabaraha o kaya scrabble. Bonding namin yon at paimpress na solid kami sa aming College.


Isang gabi, ang mga grupo ng boys ay lumabas para maggoodtime habang kaming mga babae ay nag-uubusan ng barya paglalaro ng forty-one. Alas dose na wala pa ang mga boys kaya tulog na kami. Total alam naman naming dala nila ang susi sa main door. Sila naman ay magkakasama sa isang kuwarto except yong isa na kasama ang pamilya niya. May sarili silang kuwarto.



That time , solo namin ang building na yon kasi kaaalis lang noong isang grupo. 


Kinabukasan, kuwento sila.

Itong palang mga boys ay naiwan ang kanilang susi sa excitement. Hindi naman sila puwedeng kumatok dahil hindi namin mariring. Isang oras daw silang nambabato ng bintana namin, walang gumigising. Yong isa nga raw ay umakyat pa ng dustpout para gisingin kami, wala rin. Habang abala ang iba sa paghanap kung paano nila kami magigising, yong isang kasamahan namin ay naramdaman na nagclick yong pinto. Binuksan siya noong naiwang kasamahan naming lalaki na kasama ang pamilya.



Tamang-tama dumating yong buong pamilya para sumalo sa breakfast. Sabi namin, buti na lang gising pa sila at binuksan nila ang pinto.


Sabi noong lalaki, tulog na raw sila kaya lang may malakas na kumatok sa pinto nila.Binuksan niya walang tao. Sinara niya ulit at muli na namang kumatok. Lumabas daw siya ng kuwarto para hanapin kung sino ang kumakatok at bakit ito nagtatago. Papunta siya sa hallway ng marinig niya ang mga boys na kumakatok naman doon sa ibaba, kaya bumaba siya at binuksan ang pinto.


Sinabi namin na baka yong katok ng mga boys ang narinig niya. Sabi niya hindi. Malakas ang katok sa pinto nila at ang katok sa ibaba ay hindi maririnig kung hindi lalabas ng hallway.


Noong gabing yon, nag-abang kami ng multo. Ahohoy. Ninuninu


Pinaysaamerika

How it is to live with ghosts-Halloween Stories

Dear insansapinas,
Noon nagtataka ako kung anong nahihita noong mga ghost hunters kasi hindi naman sila nagchacharge doon sa mga kliyente nilang gustong malaman kung may multo nga sa kanilang bahay.


Yon pala inaalok nila sa mga TV network ang kanilang video.Sa panonood ko naman wala naman akong makita o marinig na nagpapatunay na multo. Sabi nila merong narerecord sa kanilang mga equipment. Wala namang kasama sa kanila na "sensitive" na kahit walang equipment ang lakas magparamdam ng mga nasa ibang dimension.


Sabi ko sainyo "sensitive " ako. hindi yong sensitive na magtatampo o magagalt pag may narining akong di ko gusto at di ko na babatiin yong tao  hanggang pumuti an gbuhok niya malagas o pumuti. (ah may mga occasion palana ganoon ako ako. guilty. pag ako nagtampo, manikluhod ka man, di kita papansinin. Toink).
Sensitive ako sa mga ingay,galaw at amoy sa ibang dimension.


Ang macoconclude ko ay di yong bahay ang haunted, ako ang sinusundan. AHHHHHH.


Yong bahay sa SF, wala raw doong multo hanggang dumating ako. Ibig mong sabihin, bitbit ko Dito sa bahay ng kapatid ko, wala naman siyang nararamdaman, pero ako, paboritong ginigising ng mga ingay. Hindi ingay ah na naghihila ng kadena o something, kundi nanggigising. Wall to wall carpeting ang bahay so hindi maririnig.


Noong isang madaling araw, kumatok na naman. Di ko na pinansin. Hindi naman nanggaling sa pinto kung hidi sa wall. Istorbo.


May nahulog sa carpet. Ang lakas naman ng bagsak eh dapat, walang sound yon kasi ang kapal ng carpeting namin. Yong tipong lulubog ang paa mo pag bagong vacuum.


Yong plastic bottle ng gamot ko na nakapatong sa gitna ng maliit na cabinet (wala pang 2 feet ang taas) ay nahulog. Wala namang hangin. Wala namang lindol para yon gumalaw mula sa gitna at kusang mahulog sa carpet. At ang lakas ng ingay. Talang nagpapansin. TSEH.


Nonng isang gabi, nanonood ako ng TV sa living room. Sarado ang ilaw pero yong ilaw sa kitchen ay nakabukas. Madilim kasi sa hallway papunta sa bathroom.


Bukas, sindi ang ilaw. Dalawang fluorescent lights yon. Di ko sinara. Inisip ko na baka mapupundi na ang isang bulb at papapalitan ko bukas.


Kinabukasan, okay naman. Di naman siya bukas, sara. Talagang gusto lang maglaro.


Okay naman sa akin ang mga paramdam niya o nila. Hindi ko alam kung sino siya. Ayaw magpakilala. Ang alam ko kasi marami.


Mabuti na lang di na ako kagaya noon na matatakutin.


Doon sa bahay namain sa Queson City, mayroon doong nagpaparamdam. Minsan tulog na ang mga kapatid ko, nakahiga kami sa bunk bed, kuwarto ng mga girls nang marealize ko na ako na lang pala ang gising.


Ang aming kumot noon ay manipis lang dahil mainit naman, tama lang na huwag matulog nang nakabilad ang katawan.


Naramdaman ko na nagfofloat ang kumot. Nakikita ko na ang paa ko. Ngiiiii. Hinawakan ko ang dulo at nagtalukbong ako. Tseh.


Itutuloy para sa mga multong nakakatakot.


Pinaysaamerika

Ang Babae sa Toilet

Dear insansapinas,
alam naman ng karamihan ng aking kaibigan na para akong si Joel Osment sa Sixth Sense. Nakakita ako ng multo. ngiiiiii!!!!

Noong bata pa ako do ko alam na mayroon akong ganoong 'regalo'. Kaya takot na takot ako sa multo.

Noong ako ay nasa kolehiyo, nag-aaral ako sa gabi. Ang pinakalate ay yong hanggang alas nuwebe ng gabi.

Sa building na iyon, ilan na lang kaming may klase kaya patay na ang mga ilaw sa karamihang ng classroom. Kami ay nasa gitna ng wing na yon. Nag-may I go out ako at nag-iisang pumunta sa toilet. Tatlo ang cubicle sa ladies room. Ang ikatlo ay okupado. Nakasara at parang may nakita akong paa pag-silip ko sa pinto na sarado. alam naman ninyo ang pinto sa cubicle ng toilet, hindi buo; bukas ang ibaba.

Ginamit ko ang ikalawa.Pag-labas ko ay nandoon iyong isang professor na babae at naghihintay. Ayaw niya doon sa una. Hindi malinis. So hintay siya doon sa ikalawa na ginagamit ko at sa ikatlona hindi pa rin lumalabas ang gumagamit. Kahaba naman. hehehe

Nag good-evening ako sa professor ko nang may narinig kaming umiiyak. Nanggagaling doonsa ikatlong cubicle. Nagkatinginan kami. Pareho naming narinig.

Sumilip ako sa ilalim. Wala naman akong makitang paa. Baka nakataas? Kinatok ng professor ko ang pinto. Walang sumasagot.

Pareho na kaming takot. may umiyak ulit. Haaa, takbo na kami pareho.

pinaysaamerika

Anong gagawin ninyo pag nakakita kayo ng multo?

Dear insansapinas,


Ano ang gagawin ninyo kung makakakita kayo ng multo?

Ito ang mga posibleng sagot.

1. kakaripas ka ng takbo
2. pipikitang mata
3. iiyak
4. sisigaw
5. walang gagawin


Ang hindi alam ng karamihan, pag nakita mo ang multo, hindi mo alam na multo iyon...pagkatapos lang pag napag-isipan na multo pala iyon saka ka matatakot.

Iba naman yong mga ingay na naririnig.Iyon naman, hindi alam ng multo na naririnig sila.

AAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

pinaysaamerika