scary stories

(This scary story is from my student 13 year-old student, Tara. I just provided the details.)

One cloudy afternoon, as it was nearing dusk, a taxi driver made his way to the scarcely populated and under-developed part of town, after dropping a passenger off one of the warehouses. He knew that there was a fat chance that he would score another passenger on the way back to downtown, but he needed all the money he could make. Times are not good for a father of four on a taxi driver’s pay. 

The clouds looked heavier as he tried to make his way back to the metro. A little past the abandoned buildings, he spotted a figure with its back to him. Probably hearing the rumblings of the old motor, the figure turned and flagged the taxi with a bony hand. It belonged to a young Chinese girl, her long black hair contrasting with the paleness of her face. Her white dress billowed with the wind that signalled the coming storm, but she stood there calmly, her pretty face expressing empty sadness and something else that the driver cannot place.

His colleagues at the cab company would have passed that girl without stopping, probably would have been freaked by the girl’s otherwordly aura. These parts are known for ghost passengers and other supernatural energies, but the driver did not think himself as superstitious. Let them shit their pants with children’s stories, he had kids to feed. He stopped in front of his passenger and felt the cold air as the girl boarded.  

“To the St. James’ cemetery, please.” 

Heavy rains started to pour as they made their way to the graveyard. The road became slippery and it forced him to pay attention to his driving. Once a while, he tried to take surreptitious peeks at his passenger from the rear view mirror, vaguely curious of the sad countenance on her face as she stared at the pouring rain outside.

He absent-mindedly took a peek at the rearview mirror and was startled to a sudden stop. His backseat was empty. He turned around to check, but the girl was there, whole and solid, albeit now with a questioning look on her face. He turned back to the mirror, and the girl was still there. He must be very tired he’s seeing things.

Or not seeing things. A couple of minutes later, he felt like he was alone again. He looked over his shoulder but he saw the seat empty. But on the rearview, she was there.

Suddenly, the airconditioning was giving out too much cold air.

He had driven right into the town, his mind whirling of all possible logical answers. The traffic light glowed red and he took the opportunity to stare down his passenger, trying to catch her disappearing. But as the other cars started blowing their horns angrily, he tore his eyes away for a second to move his vehicle.

He hasn’t even made it past the intersection when he suddenly stepped on the brakes. She’s gone again!

But everyone knows you shouldn’t suddenly brake in the middle of a busy street.

A couple of hours later, after the screech of the pile-up have faded, the police finally extracted the frenzied man from the flattened taxi. He was screaming that there was a ghost in his cab. The police told him that there wasn’t any ghost.

The pretty girl was just trying to pick her nose.

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(This one is from Jec, a long long time ago.)

Baguio may be the Summer Capital of the country, but everyone knows that there is huge mystery hanging over the mountain city’s proverbial head. With its cold air and desolate feel, it is the perfect place to tell and experience ghost stories, especially of the experiences in the abandoned and spooky Teacher’s Camp.

This tale is about an unnamed man who, through some really really bad luck, emptied his gas tank just as he was driving by the said haunted camp. Anxious and obviously spooked, the man was on the verge of crying when he espied something slowly approaching him.

Thank God, It’s a car. He grabbed a flashlight from his own car and waved it to signal the other driver.

But as the flashlight’s rays passed the driver seat, he saw that nobody was driving.

He had to make a quick decision. It is either he rotted there and meet more ghosts who might do him more harm, or he accept this “friendly” ride to the nearest town.

It was a no-brainer. As the car slowed down in front of him, the poor guy jumped into the passenger seat and covered his face to keep from crying.

Soon, the twinkling lights of civilization were visible. The man, scared out of his wits already, jumped out of the car as fast as he got in and fled to the nearest shelter he could get to. It was a small carinderia full of early morning taxi drivers.

Almost hysterical and hyperventilating, the man was given a glass of water and was made to tell of his harrowing experience. However, as he was about to, two men came huffing in and, upon seeing him, shouted angrily:

 ”E eto pala yung *****ngina na sumakay sa kotseng tinutulak natin e!” (SO this was the SOB who climbed into the car we were pushing!)

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~ by denice on 30 March, 2007.