I’ve heard several eerie stories about St. Martin de Porres or the Medicine building in UST but this one dashed the other spooky stories. Read on..

A young doctor hurriedly boarded the elevator as if someone is chasing him.
Then suddenly a hysterical woman in a hospital gown was running after the doctor towards the elevator waving her arms screaming, “wait! wait! hold the door!

Just when the woman was about to get in, the doctor frantically pressed the “close” button.

The stranger inside the elevator, annoyed by the doctor’s insensitivity, glared at him and said, ”I cant believe you did that! You can see she was rushing to get in and you did not even bother to “hold” the door. That was really rude of you, doctor”!

The young doctor, his face pale from disbelief, beads of cold sweat forming in his forehead; turned to the stranger and said,
“ Didn’t you notice the tag on her wrist?” SHE WAS WEARING A RED TAG!
She was my patient and she died a couple of hours ago”

The stranger sensing the fear in the young doctor’s voice; slowly raised her hand so that the doctor can see her wrist.

“ RED TAG? You mean, like this one?”

Happy Halloween everyone!

I was seven years old when my grandma died. I did not cry when I first heard about the sad news. I don’t know why. Maybe because I don’t want to believe that she left me without saying good bye. I haven’t fulfilled my promise to her yet. I can still remember the time when she washed me after I pooed and would tell me that when I grow up I should do the same to her when she can’t take care of herself anymore. “Of course grandma”, I would always reply.

During her wake, I do not want to look at her casket because I was always afraid that she might open her eyes and grab me. Believe it or not, until now I’m still afraid looking on caskets. My uncles would carry me when they would look at the casket but I would always turn my back. Then they would tell me that I was lola’s favorite apo and that she will visit me on my sleep if I will not look at her in the casket. After a few days, I would climb up the stairs and take a peek at my grandma’s casket then I would go and lock myself in our room. I would ask God why it has to be a funeral, why can’t it be a wedding so everyone can be happy. I have tons of questions when I was a child.

I was closer to my lola than my mom during those time and when my mom would smack me with her ever trusted pamalo I would always run to my lola and she would stop my mom. My mom would tell me that the reason why I’m such a stubborn girl is because lola spoiled me. I’m such a bitch when I was a kid you know! I can make my mom cry. My grandma would always give in to my every capricious acts and wishes. God I’m missing my lola!

It’s nice to remember our departed loved ones but let us not forget family members and friends who are still with us at this very moment. We should show them how much we care and love them when we still have the luxury of time.

The freaky frightful tv shows, the carved pumpkins, the grotesque face masks you saw everywhere, and the traffic on the roads near cemeteries… yes, it’s Halloween again. I hate Halloweens because it reminds me of death. I’ve always been scared and this fright is intense when I’m just a kiddo. I think its normal for kids to have that fright, I mean you know how kids are right?! I admit, when I grew up my curiosity about the world of the unknown, the unexplainable and bizarre, and the paranormal phenomena heightened but my fright is still there. It never left me.

I’m afraid of death. There’s never a time in my life that I haven’t thought about this unpleasant incident. I know we’ll all have our final breath on earth when we’ll leave our family and friends. When I think of death, I imagine total darkness, you can’t breath as if all air has been sucked out of you, you scream but no voice escaped your mouth, you run but there’s nowhere to go. You are trapped in place where no one can help you and I tell you that is a dreadful place to be. Yes, I’m afraid of death and I’m afraid for that day to come without me having to fulfill the things that I’m supposed to do. I’m afraid of disappointing my family…, of hurting the very people that I deeply love and cared about.

I want to die peacefully…, calm…, no sufferings. I want to die old and when that happens I want my loved ones to be there. When the time comes that I will leave earth, the last thing that I would want to see is the faces of the people I love. Oh my! I don’t know what’s gotten into me to discuss my death. Now it’s giving me this eerie feeling. It makes my skin to crawl… (*sigh) Oh well, Happy Halloween everyone!

No doubt, ghosts, bloody creatures, and monsters scare you out of your wit. But let me give you my top ten list of the things that scares me the most and prove that it’s not always about ghosts, ghouls, and monsters.

1. Snakes - Even when I’m just a kid, I’m already scared of snakes. There was one time when I’m 7 years old and I saw a snake in the street hit by a car, its blood was splattered everywhere. And believe me, I wasn’t able to eat the whole day because I cannot forget the snake. Also sometimes they were in my dreams and it really freaked me out. There was one time when I watched Anaconda, the night after that I dreamed of the giant snake hunting me. That was really scary.
2. Cockroaches specially when they are flying – gruesome creatures… ehw
3. Losing a family member, friends, and loved one – These people are part of me. They are special. I learn from them. They make me smile and fill my life and with these reasons I’m afraid of losing any one of them.
4. Death - I don’t want to die… Not yet…
5. Darkness and confined spaces - I hate ‘em because they give me a suffocating feeling.
6. Being alone – who does?
7. Losing my memory - I don’t like the idea of forgetting all of the wonderful experiences, nice people, and thoughts.
8. Ghosts - Like most people I’m also scared of ghosts. I hate the thought of dead people manifesting themselves in you.
9. Rats - I hate rats particularly the big one.
10. Failure - I don’t want to fail because that means disappointing others specially my family.