Do you believe in ghosts? Or those other scary creatures out there that will make you pee on your pants with the way they scare you? Those creatures that will appear out of nowhere with no words will just baam! And when you look at it again, you will be surprised that no one is in there. Is it really just your imagination? Or they really exist and are so ready to get you to the deepest, darkest, and scariest place that exists in the world. Are you ready for it?
We all have a fair share of experiences that involve "Kababalaghan," which is really beyond expectation, unexplainable, and will make you wonder if it's real. Or even if you don't want to believe, you already experience it, and you are one of those who can attest to how real it is. Some believes but there are some too, that don't. As for me, I'm in between, but I still had a spooky experience when I was just a kid that I will share here. I not sure though if it's scary to you.
This will be my entry for the week 1 contest of @hiveph with a theme: Horror Stories.
Have you experienced getting spooked? Share with us some of your horror stories.
We're about to finish our dinner, and I am not happy with it. Don't get me wrong, I am glad that we have something to eat. What I don't like is that I have to wash the dishes in our little kitchen again. Our house is big, and some part of that house is where those tools and machines for cooking are located. I will describe it just to give you some insight.
We have a store in front of the house, and it is located on higher ground. You have to walk past the room for baking or the bakery where they cook bread, and just beside it is a door leading to the bedroom on the second floor. It has a long flight of stairs, and I remember how many times I slipped on those stairs because of my carelessness. You know how kids can be sometimes.
And on the same side of the door, it actually has another room where the other helpers sleep. The way to that room is a little tight, but it still works for everyone. And, in that other room, there is a door that leads to the kitchen. But I don't use that because most of the time that room is closed because it was someone's room. So I don't really have a choice but to go the other way.
And you know that, at night it is very quiet. You can imagine every scary scenario because of how quite it is. Specially on the weekend, it's a day off for the workers of the bakery, and it's actually just me and my mom. While my Papa and Mama had their own house just beside my Mommy's (auntie's) house, they ate separately with my siblings. So washing the dishes is always on me at my aunt's house; I have no choice.
But really, I have no problem doing that. What I hate is washing the dishes alone at night. If it's weekdays, I can just ask my ate (helper) to accompany me while I'm washing the dishes, but if it's the weekend, that's where the problem will arise. Well, this is a problem only for me. Mommy (Auntie) has no idea about my fears about washing the dishes in the kitchen alone, lol. What if someone pull my legs and bring me into the underworld?
She has no idea that I am afraid of a ghost and that washing the dishes at night is what I hate the most. That I always imagine that someone might appear in front of me wearing a bloody white dress while floating in the air to get me, anytime. Or what if it is actually a beast. But not just that; what's really frightened me is that someone is always calling me like she or he is calling me this way. Tell me if you also experience this.
"Pst, pst, pst, pst!"
I always hear that whenever I am alone in the kitchen. I am not sure if it's just someone I know making fun of me, but that really gives me a lot of hell. My imagination doesn't help because I always think of the worst-case scenario. It's like someone is just waiting for me to go outside to fetch some water from the pump, ready to pull me underground. Our water pump was located outside, and I really hated it. Then another
"Pst, pst, pst, pst!"
If I heard more of that, I would wash the plate quickly while humming a song so I couldn't hear more of it. But then that humming was really ineffective. I have no choice but to really move fast. I will pretend that I am not afraid at all, but I am already trembling in fear, inside. I was a kid back then, so I was easily afraid, and that is also thanks to my wild imagination.
So I'm going back to where my mother's is. It's another fight I have to win. Because while doing that, a lot of scenarios are running through my head. like a scary scenario. It actually has another staircase, so I have to get past that before I can finally breathe. What I'm doing is continuing to hum a song while walking up those stairs. And once I'm already up, I will run like my life is on the line and go back to where Mother is.
While they are outside in front of our store, they have no idea that I am fighting the demon. Yes, the demon whoever is calling me with that "Pst, pst, pst!" Seriously, I hated that kind of sound. It gives me trauma because I heard it in a scary way. The good thing is that while I'm growing up, those traumas disappear. I just thought, maybe it's just me who's scaring myself. because of those scenarios that I created in my head.
I mean, I've never really experienced seeing a ghost or whatever scary creatures exist out there. But I can imagine them; I can picture them in my head even though I never saw the real thing. Thanks to those ghost story books that I read before But our mind is good at playing with us. It can do the tricks on its own, and even if we don't want it, it is enough to make us feel scared. Well, that's on to me. not sure about the others.
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