Location:Manila Phillipines
hen I was in college, I went to a university in the Philippines
called Ateneo de Manila University. The university was ran by Jesuit
priests and was fairly new when you compare it the Ivy League schools in
the USA. The land where the university now stood was apparently either a
prison camp or a war hospital during the Japanese occupation of the
Philippines back in World War two. Now that fact may or may not have
anything to do with my story. I only know what me and my roommates
experienced.
It was summer and I was dorming in Cervini Hall with three other
girls - Michelle, Kat and a girl who didn't really attend the university
but was just their for summer classes and therefore I can't remember
her name. For the sake of the story, I will call her SummerGirl.
Michelle, Kat and I knew each other pretty well after having lived in
the same dorm for the past few terms. We usually lived in Eliazo Hall
the girls dorm but during the summers, we had to make do with living in
the third floor of the boys dorm. This is how ended up in Room 314.
From, the beginning, there were some strange occurrences in Room 314.
It wasn't really any big deal in the beginning. It was just things like
door locking themselves, hair standing on end in the middle of the
night over nothing. Stuff like that.
But there were two occurrences that really marked our summer
experience that year. The first one involved Michelle. Her bed was by
the door. And the wall of the door had wooden window jalousies. The
jalousies at the bottom half would not close. One night while Michelle
was studying French, she suddenly bolted out of her study desk and ran
outside. Kat and I looked at each other in surprise when she did this.
Upon her return, we asked her what made her bolt like that. According to
Michelle the reason that she did was that while staring off into space
while studying, she had seen someone through the open jalousies walking
very slowly in a long white nightgown. The pace of the person's walk as
well as the what she (Michelle referred to her as a she) was wearing
made her curious and that's why she ran out. Kat and I asked her then
what she found outside. Michelle replied that there was no one outside.
But she was sure she had seen that person in a white nightgown walking
slowly.
She even went next door, she said, because at the rate the person was
walking she would have just been next door - but when she opened the
door to the next room, no one there was wearing a white nightgown. We
never did find out what that thing was, but I remember Kat, Michelle and
I praying that night for the unrestful souls.
The second incident in room 314 was even scarier. This time it
involved me and Michelle. One night, I was experimenting with my new
curling iron. I had a mirror positioned on my desk and I was curling my
hair. From behind me through the mirror, I could see NewGirl sitting on
her chair in front of her desk studying or reading at least. Kat was on
her bed next to New Girl's bed Michelle was again across me sitting by
her desk studying.
As I curled my hair, I could see NewGirl from her back in my mirror. A
few moments on, I thought I heard her crying as well as reading a
letter or something like that. The thought should I approach her and
comfort her crossed my mind, but then I thought, I shouldn't be so nosy
after all, I didn't know her at all. So that decided, I continued
curling my hair and eventually got tired of doing so and started to
straighten my hair again. She was still crying then. As I turned around
to talk to Michelle, I suddenly glimpsed NewGirl sleeping on the bed
next to Kat's. In the split second that I've seen her through my mirror
crying and reading, there was no way that she could have gotten to the
bed from the chair that fast. I suddenly realized that the person that
I've been seeing in the mirror was not NewGirl. I glanced at Michelle
and she told me, I saw her too! I jumped from my bed and Michelle and I
ended up sleeping in the same bed that night.
When Kat saw us lying in the same bed the next day she asked what
happened. And we told her. She said that NewGirl had gone to sleep the
same time as her. I was curling my hair and seeing that girl in the
mirror for a good 20 minutes. And all that time, it wasn't her.
From that time on, we resolved to pray for the restless souls in our
midst before going to bed at night. I think we helped them, because we
had an uneventful rest of the summer in Rm.314.
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