shake, rattle and roll… and flip!
In observance of Undas (Filipino version of Halloween), there’s no other perfect time to tell some freaky stories that Monette and I have experienced together.
(Un)fortunately, we have never encountered anything beyond our sanity threshold while on a major trip. Unless you’d consider running out of cigarettes in the middle of nowhere a legitimate horror (Well, it actually is. It was really horrifying seeing Monette turning into a Linda Blair on nicotine withdrawal.)
One of the eeriest experience wasn’t really a Magandang Gabi Bayan material that will make one sleepless for nights. But for us it was freaky enough to induce goosebumps in the middle of broad daylight (noon time daylight).
We were scouting for a good location to shoot a video, so we decided to go to the cemetery where Monette’s late dad was interned. I told her that we should first pay Tito a visit but she insisted on doing it later after the ocular rounds. Suddenly my car radio, for no reason, just turned off. Which never happened before since I bought it.
Me: Monette, sinong nagpatay? (who turned it off?)
And we are both sure that no one is touching the buttons.
Monette: OMG!! OMG!! TATAY sorry naaa! dadaanan ka na namin, ngayon na!!! (We will drop by, NOW).
Then the radio unexplainably went back to life. The next thing I remember was Monette shrieking and crying like a tranny losing on a pageant.
Another one also happened in my car while running along EDSA. We decided to go to the office to prep-up some things for our Cambodia trip. It was a Sunday at around 1 AM and we ran out of things to talk about so we just fell silent, until a strong scent came out of nowhere.
Me: Monyat, can you check if there’s a spilt perfume somewhere?
Monette: (checked and looked around) Nada!
Me: I can smell it, can you?
Me: It smells like… OH F**%$&@ &^+!!!! (I rolled down the windows)
Monette: F*** WHY?! WHAT’S WRONG?!
Me: THAT’S DAVIDOFF!!!
Monette: WHAT ABOUT DAVIDOFF!?
Me: I DON’T HAVE DAVIDOFF!!! THAT’S THE PERFUME OF J______. HE’S F***ING DEAD REMEMBER?!
Monette: P****** **Aaaaaa! RONNEEEEEEEEeeeeeeLL!!!!
Then, we heard a loud sound like someone banged the side of the car! Monette gripped my arm really tight, closed her eyes until we reached Makati. My heart was pounding and almost audibly reciting some random prayers while running at 120 kph!
Now take a look at these pictures:
What about those orbs? I never believed in this pop-sensationalized urban legend saying that these white objects caught on camera are allegedly cam whoring spirits. It could be just a glare, some sort of floating speck in the air or fairy dust and what not. But this photos were taken on two different places, the first one was in SMX Manila and the other one was taken five days after in Naga City, Camarines Sur.
After we took the second photo, I received a call from my mom and found out that my Lolo died of heart failure!