Saturday, September 7, 2013

University Ghost Stories

I gathered some university ghost stories from the net and here`s some of the stories I found.Credits to their authors.  Here`s some ghost stories from some of the most famous universities in the country which have an infamous past. Every place has a history, has a past. When ever I hear about haunted places I try not to focus on the story itself, but in the setting. Every ghost story has a hidden story behind it. Once you read these, ask yourself: "Would you ever go in?"

Taken from:http://www.wattpad.com/5048602-philippine-universities-and-colleges-ghost-stories




The setting: The Chapel of the Most Blessed Sacrament, De La Salle University
In attendance: The restless souls of murdered La Sallian brothers
The tale: Many a ghost story has been set in the La Salle Chapel, but among the most harrowing tales is the one about a girl who decided to enjoy some meditative quiet time there. After several minutes of sitting with her eyes closed and breathing evenly, she opened her eyes to see a shadowy figure in the middle of the chapel, moving very slowly towards her. She closed her eyes again and tried to utter a prayer while frozen in fear. But when she opened her eyes, she found that the figure had materialized completely: it was a priest with a bayonet in his gut and bullet wounds in his forehead.

Take note: The scariest thing about the La Salle Chapel ghost stories? Their origins are factual. During World War II, 16 Brothers and several families took refuge in the Chapel. All the Brothers and 25 of the civilians were massacred by Japanese soldiers. The school's official website even gives a date: Feb. 12, 1945.





The setting: The UST hospital morgue
In attendance: A resident and a dead body or two
The tale: A UST doctor decided to ride the elevator down to the hospital morgue. There was only one other passenger inside. Noticing a patient trying to catch the lift, the doctor immediately shut the door. The other passenger asked her why she refused to wait for the patient. She explained that the “patient” was wearing a red band on his wrist and she'd been warned that only corpses wore such bands. The passenger approached him and lifted his arm. “Tulad nito?” he asked, showing the crimson tag dangling from his wrist.
Take note: Four hundred years old, and just plain old, the University of Santo Tomas is an easy target for ghost stories. In a 2006 article in the Varsitarian, History professor Jose Victor Torres explained that thousands of people have died in the University through the years—even before the campus was built. Other reported ghostly areas include the main building, Benavidez Park, and the Ossarium (a storage area for bones in the med building).

As for the corpse trying to catch the elevator? Well, he was just trying to hitch a ride to his home—the morgue. Perfectly understandable.






The setting: The old Communications Department, Ateneo de Manila University
In attendace: A janitor, a security guard and a really mischievous something
The tale: The janitor, who had just finished cleaning the bathrooms, was about to lock up the building when a security guard asked if he could go inside to urinate. The janitor agreed and let the guard in. Minutes later, when the guard emerged, the janitor double-checked the second floor bathroom–and was met with the sight of the tile walls and floors covered in streaky handprints of human excrement. He ran back downstairs to confront the security guard, who was absolutely clueless. When the security guard turned to leave, the janitor was shocked to find another handprint, clearly pressed on the back of the guard's white uniform.

Take note: The Comm Dept. is rumored to be Ateneo's most haunted building, but most of the classes here have been moved to the newer Social Sciences building.




The setting: A bathroom in Miriam College High School
In attendance: Four classmates, more or less
The tale: After their classes ended late, three friends went to the bathroom together. When three of them had emerged from the cubicles, another classmate entered the bathroom and greeted them. As the fourth girl was in the cubicle, the three decided to play a prank on her. They locked the bathroom and stood outside. In a moment they felt the doorknob rattle, and heard their classmate knocking and asking to be let out. They laughed and teased her as she begged them to open the door. When she started crying and howling at them to unlock the door, the three felt guilty and gave in. They opened the door to find no one in the bathroom. Again and again they called their friend's name, but no one responded. Spooked, the three ran to the lanai. They found the fourth girl there, who was surprised when they demanded to know where she had gone. “Kanina pa ako dito,” she said. She hadn't gone to the bathroom at all.

Take note: Bathrooms seem to be an especially prominent setting in ghost stories from all-girls schools. Often, these are haunted by nuns, creepy cubicle occupants, delinquent reflections and–in another story from this school–a ghostly head in the toilet.





Ateneo University Stories

The story of the PIPAC building is a classic one.  Chemistry majors know that the oxygen in the building is routinely sucked out to prevent highly flammable chemicals from turning it into a fireball.  Unfortunately, a janitor was at the wrong place at the wrong time when one such vacuum process took place.

The story goes that he repeatedly tried to call for help by frantically waving his arms and banging in front of the window, but he suffocated before help arrived.  When they found him, his sightless eyes stared up at them in anguish.  Word has it that his restless spirit still occupies the building.

Some of the other halls reportedly have stories of their own.  It is said that the spirit of the late Father Eliazo is still roaming Bellarmine Hall.  The stairs of Gonzaga Hall are also worthy of the Twilight Zone:  they say that if you climb them at night, you’ll always end up at the landing of the second floor no matter what you do.

U.P. Diliman Stories

The College of Music has an 8:00 pm curfew, so everyone must leave the premises by that time.  Some janitors claim, however, that they have heard some pianists ardently practicing their art after curfew hours, only to see no one at the piano when they went to investigate.  The biggest gong in the gamelan room ensemble reportedly vibrates by itself at midnight every evening.

Benitez Hall, Vinzon’s Hall and the Sampaguita dorm all have stories of their own.  Two students once spotted Dean Benitez (after whom the College of Education gets its name) observing one of the new professors in her class—a practice he regularly engaged in when he was alive on Earth.  The Vinzon’s Hall comfort room reportedly has a girl hanging from the ceiling.  Dormers have also reported mysterious presences appearing in the mirror, supposedly smiling at them or even praying the rosary with them.

DLSU Stories

DLSU has interesting stories about its elevator system.  Two students working on their thesis in the STRC area at night reportedly ran into a lady who used the elevator.  She had extremely long hair.  Her bottom torso was missing.

The Sports Complex elevator also sees regular service in the evening.  One volleyball player who rode the elevator at night claimed that it stopped at every floor on the way down—only no one got on it.  The overload signal even buzzed when she was supposed to be the only person in there.

The security guards at the same complex are reportedly hesitant to go up to the ninth floor at night.  They claim that a long dead basketball player switches the lights on after they’ve switched them off and practices sprinting drills there.

UST Stories
Thousands of people reportedly died within the walls of UST before the grounds became home to the school.  Its centuries-old history (it was once used as an internment camp during the Japanese occupation era) offers a plethora of secrets and tales, including that of a long-dead Dominican priest reportedly walking along Benavides Park at midnight, nodding at passers-by.

The security guard known as “Mang Ambo” was fond of pulling pranks during his lifetime—and beyond.  A janitor went to the comfort room in the wee hours of the morning to wash his face.  He claimed that the lights went on and off, only to find no one there when he investigated.  The interesting thing is that he received phone call moments later that announced Mang Ambo’s death in a freak accident.

Finally, stories are also told of the spirit of a brokenhearted young lady who weeps in Room 406 of the St. Raymund’s Building—the same place from which she jumped to her death after hearing of her parents’ planned separation.


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

The Fallen




The Fallen


I know that I shall meet my fate
To the one who`s in the clouds above
But my fate was snatched by men
Driven by hate not fueled with love
So they told us to fight
To fight a war that was not right
As we hear the shells roar
And as we hear the battle cry
Others return, others just die
As we go over the top, and crossed death valley
We were mowed down by bullets that formed a volley
But those who I fight, I do not hate
Those who I guard some I do not love
No law nor duty bade me to fight
Nor Public men nor cheering crowd
But they`d never know what`s it like when your hope is gone,
You`d just stare up in the cloud
A lonely impulse of delight
Drive towards the tumults of the clouds
But they may not grow old
But we that are left will grow old
They shall no longer feel the pain
As we that are left will feel
And they shall no longer be haunted by the memories
As we who are left are being haunted
From the going down of the sun
To the rising of the moon
They shall be remembered
And so I balanced all, brought all to mind
The years to come the waste of breath,
The waste of breath from the years behind
And to balance with this life,
And to balance with this death.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Vengeance is not Ours, It`s of God`s Summary and reflection

So, again and again Sir Ket gave us a new blog to write about.


This story is called: "Vengeance is not Ours, It`s of God`s"

The story goes during the Japanese Occupation of the Philippines. A blind boy solemnly begs in front of dozens of people for a single crust of bread. Then he retells the sequence of events that lead him to his present situation. He was part of a happy family. Until his father was arrested by the Japanese(Possibly those Japanese Soldiers were the Kempeitai or the Japanese Secret Police responsible for the arrest of any people under occupied territory that would be a possible threat to the empire), so Oscar and his mother chase his father that was taken away. Until they just found his father hanged to a tree and was executed by the Japanese. With pure rage Oscar rowed revenge for the murder of his father. A few weeks has passed and Oscar and his mother was left homeless and without a dad, he was the only one left to nurse his sick mother. Oscar heard the church bell ring and they hurried inside, but suddenly bombers(possibly from American Carriers trying to take the Philippines back) began dropping bombs in the area. Oscar`s mother was hit by the bomb. So Oscar again vowed vengeance, but, his mother`s last words were:"No, Oscar. Vengeance, it's God's."



My reflection:
I mean damn! It`s like there the most unlucky family! Talk about double-trouble! First his dad was murdered by the Japanese, the second his mom was hit by a bomb, and now his blind?!
Could it get any worst?!
But it's true, Oscar may not have his revenge, but God did that for him. My reflection is no matter how hopeless your situation is, you need to trust in God to lead you to greener pastures. You could truly imagine the hardships our countrymen faced during the occupation times. So now that we have our freedom, we must enjoy it and treasure it and thank God for it!



-Micheal Fuentes




Where`s the Patis?


Miyerkules, Agosto 28 2013

Where`s the Patis

So, I`m here to talk to you about the summary of something that I just read with the title: "Where the hell is the Soy Sauce?! Tell me damn it!" Ok, enough with jokes. Here's the real title: "Where`s the Patis?" It's about some guy locked up abroad who misses the local delicacy of his country. The good R.P. He misses the rice of his hometown, the pancit gusado reeking with garlic in the streets of  Quiapo, or the lapu-lapu or the frog legs from Pampanga.


OK. Let me talk about my reflection of the essay. The guy misses the Philippines. Do I need to say more?
I mean, hello?! would you even like to live in a foreign land where the people there are not the same people you know? Or the foods? You know, I`ve been to Hong Kong, and we ate nothing but noodles, noodles, noodles. Which is good by the way, what I mean is, how could you survive leaving your own country?  I don't understand how people could survive having to leave their own country. As for me, I`m not leaving my country. Toto ain't going nowhere papi!



-Micheal Fuentes