Why I hate November...

The start of the month is what I hate about November. It is this time that I don't get to enjoy so much using my social media accounts. I am anxious to open links to a particular article, photos that I want to see and videos that pass through my feeds and now even blogs that I wanted to read.

Why is that?

It is because it is during November that horror stories are retold, reposted in online media and even celebrated (aka Halloween). I am a scaredy cat. I am scared of horror stories, eerie sounds from horror videos and scary faces of unknown entities even if those are not real. I don't like seeing these kinds of things and often I would scroll fast my newsfeed when I can sense that a post is about spooky stories. I am never a fan of horror movies or documentaries. If I watch one, surely in my sleep I would literally hide under my blanket the whole night. 😆😆

But this doesn't mean I do not have spooky experiences that brought chills down to my spine.

One instance happened in this place I considered my second home back in college...

From the looks of it, in this angle, this dorm looked spooky, right? It is like those old houses or buildings you usually find in the middle of a jungle when you are lost which is usually depicted in horror movies. 😆

From the beginning, when I enrolled in the University and was admitted to this dormitory with the help of my older sister, I was told that the room where I was assigned in this dormitory is where many students wouldn't want to be. So I asked why, and I was told a chilling story.

It was in that room that a student committed suicide by locking herself inside her cabinet. 😱😱😱 I am getting chills right now! The story goes that she was an intelligent student but was pressured by the expectations from her parents because she got lower grades. They said she asked her roomate to lock her cabinet before she leaves home. So her roomate just did what she was asked to do, not knowing her roomate was inside. I couldn't imagine the horrors that was brought to everyone in the dormitory especially her roomates.

And until now this kind of story is still haunting us nowadays because many people undergo this kind of problem or situations that lead them to do the unthinkable. That's the real horror there. It really is important to take care of our mental health.

If you were in my place, would you dare stay in that room?

But thankfully, in my one year of stay in that room I never felt any "paramdam" or anything scary about that room. Though my roomates said she did hear someone talked to her even if she was alone. It seldom happened though.

But here's another one. This time I can really say that horror stories are for real.

One afternoon I came back to the dormitory from my class. I noticed a commotion in one of the room in the second level of the building. I was curious what it was all about. I thought there was a fight or something. So I went there because of my curiosity. (Marites mode on 😆)

So what happened?

A dormate was recording herself singing the song of Kitchie Nadal titled "Same Ground". It was a popular song during that time. She used a cassette tape recorder to record her singing. After recording she then played her recorded voice. To her surprise, there were other voices heard in the recorded song.

At first I was skeptical thinking maybe those were just her other roomates voices that was recorded. So she let us hear the whole recording. And woah! I got goosebumps as soon as I heard it. Indeed, there were another voices singing not in the background but singing everytime the song went instrumental. In the recording, I could hear my roomate singing the lyrics part and then during the instrumental part of the song a group of seemingly old ladies was heard singing something that sounded like a prayer in Latin language. I do not know if it was Latin or Spanish or whatever language it was but it was not Tagalog or Bisaya or Waray. These are the common dialects spoken in our dorm since students came from different places. It sounded Latin for me. Then when the roomate sing another lyrics part, the voices would be gone and then it repeated again during instrumental part until the song ended. Their voices was so clear to hear. I personally heard it so I can attest to the authenticity of the recording I heard. It was really something not the ordinary. Spooky!

Now I am getting scared and getting goosebumps even if I am just writing this. Oh, I think it is just the cool air from the electric fan. Grrh!😆

So I think I must end the story here.

I hope you get some chills to your spine too. 😆

This is my entry to @hiveph weekly blogging prompt which you can check
here.

Thank you for reading.