Halloween Masquerade - Horror Stories by Denver Gerafil https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories Post your Horror Stories here! en-us 2021-11-01 12:14:52 UTC 2021-11-05 14:53:02 UTC hello@padlet.com https://padlet-uploads.storage.googleapis.com/1252024069/3a63d22244b7271cd2bbb7004278e6c8/1.png We are never alone. https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1861264818 There are definitely too many times where one seeks the solace and comfort of silence. Places where we can sit, think, and reflect alone. However, this is not always the case. We are not always ALONE. 

This is my story, one that I've shared with our cluster not too long ago. I went to the office to do my Once-a-month onsite work. I took the 12pm - 9pm schedule so I wouldn't have to ride home so late. I was setting up as kuya guard fixed the flickering light bulb in the bay I was going to work in. I suddenly joked "Kuya, wala naman siguro akong kasama dito ano? Di naman siguro kayo nakakarinig ng kung anu-ano dito?". He then replied "Nako Ma'am, di natin sure". I shrugged it off as we normally do scare jokes from where I've lived. Fast forward to around 8:30pm. As I prepare to end my day, I suddenly saw the lights flicker in the far away bay right across prod 9. Not thinking much about it, I went on with finishing my task and making sure to pick up all my stuff. That's when I heard someone "typing" in another bay. The lights were on so I couldn't figure which PC was on. The brave soul I was, I decided to check every bay. Until I reached the last, I saw noone. I saw no other open PC. No magical typing keyboard. I said to myself "Pagod lang yan, Chay. Konti nalang uwian na." I decided to work my way back to my station to clock out and pack up. On the way back, I passed one of the meeting rooms that had been open but the lights were off. As I grazed through, I noticed someone move in the corner of my eye. I didn't bother as much because my eyes always knew how they would play tricks on me. But as I was about to clear the station I was in, that's when I saw him. It was a man standing so close to the window of the meeting room. I saw him so vividly with his blank expression. Wearing an old checkered polo that could not have been a trend of this era. You would know that the person was not of our office. Not even of our generation. I decided to go back to the meeting room after I blinked my eyes. Reason why? He was gone and I didn't even feel anyone pass me. There is only one working entrance and exit. I would know if someone else went in or out. I quickly opened the lights of the meeting room and saw NOONE. Not a single soul (besides mine) was there. I decided to leave the production area right after that, leaving all the lights on. I took my stuff in a hurry and even bumped into the other kuya guard in the pantry. Without thinking twice, I didn't even look back, I just briefed my sorry and ran out of that area. 

Think twice when you choose to work alone in Prod 9. You never know when you would see a soul confirming you aren't alone. Someone is always with you. Watching you. 

This happened last October 24, 2021. Sunday. ]]> 2021-11-02 10:45:40 UTC https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1861264818 Octagon Bldg https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1862641776 When i was still an agent in one of the BPOs in ortigas, there was this one time when an agent (Anna)   went hysterical.. It was because a friend of her (Lyn) get into the elevator and  Anna opted not to join her… when they met at the 18th floor lobby.. she was asked by Lyn " uy bakit d mo pako sinabayan kanna" may galit kaba sakin.  

Everyone was just staring at them from afar while talking, until a loud screammmmmmmmm dominated the whole floor. 
 
Anna was uncontrollable that even the guards on duty had to step in.

 
The building is not exclusive for Call Center employees, it was also the building of a known bank, Networking Company and a Travel agency.  So it was expected to be visited by different people with different age bracket. 
 
When everyone finally was able to talk to Anna …This is what everyone learned… 


“Di ako sumabay sa kanya kasi nkita ko puno na ung elevator…     pinauna ko na kasi ung matanda hindi na puede umusog ..  ung isa may kasama pa bata… 

 Anna was told by lyn.. that the whole elevator travel time… she was alone.  

Who did Anna see?
]]> 2021-11-02 19:22:22 UTC https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1862641776 Night Ride goes wrong https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1867218683 it was October 31st, we are preparing foods since my grandfather died last year and we need to prepare for the "padasal" and for the halloween as well. However, I woke up late as I was watching KDrama the day before that and no one can ride the motorcycle except me so they need to wait for me to wake up. We need to ride a motorcycle  since my grandmother's house is kind a far from us. After several times of delivering stuff from our house to my grandma's house. I forgot my phone and forgot the flowers that should be offered on Nov 1 so I need to go back again to our home to get it and since I can get it on my own, I opted that I can get it alone so that my cousins can focus on cleaning and decorating the stuff that I delivered earlier. So I went back home and get those.

When I'm on my way going back to my grandma's house. The motorcycle suddenly stopped. My signal was lost and I cannot call anyone. I'm in a middle of the road and that road is full of big trees and there's no home or anyone nearby. In short, it's just me and I cannot call for help since I'm already away from the home. If you leave in the province, you'll know the term "lagnas" it's a shortcut so that you don't need to take the highways anymore. I tried to start the motor but it's not really working. I even try to manually start it but it's still not working. The wind blows differently and it feels like someone is there "tabi tabi po, makikiraan lang po". I was there for 30 minutes, alone as I cannot just leave the motor in a middle of no where. 


After 30 minutes, luckily someone passed by and saw me struggling. I was really scared that time  and don't know if I should ask for his help. I recognized him and I think he's a neighbor of my grandma so he helped me. I didn't know what happened but when he tries to start the motor, it suddenly start in just one try afterwards I continue on going to my grandma's home. When I reached to my grandma's home, I really can't believe that it happened to me like why should I need to experience that and I really cannot sleep after that as I cannot forget it.

I told everyone what happened and since I'm on province, it's very usual that those stories can happened and it's not just only me who experience it even my cousins as well who's living beside my grandma's house so I stay calm and try to forget what happened as we need to prepare for the "padasal and for the "Undas" as we have traditions that we need to follow.

That experience thought me that I should never be alone specially on taking a roads like that. I don't have third eyes but I believe on "multo" or anyone related to that as living in province you'll hear different stories about them.










]]> 2021-11-04 11:56:13 UTC https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1867218683 CARE FOR A SMOKE? https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1869741307 I guess it's safe to tell you this now. 

It's been a while. Surely, no one would remember anymore. But one normal Sunday, around two years ago, was the first and last time I saw him.

He looked normal enough. Just your regular cigarette vendor. He stood by his motorcycle. With the back compartment open, showing the goods he bring and is selling.

A first break in the night shift meant a cigarette break at the back of Gamma, wary of any police patrolling the area. We had our coins ready, lighters on hand as we take our poison sticks and drop the payment in the waiting hands of the cigarette vendor.

He kept looking down for some reason. At first I thought it was because he was busy counting change.

I dismissed any thoughts—it was irrelevant to me. I just wanted to smoke.

Even before we reached our usual spot, lights of red and blue came rounding the corner and we nonchalantly walked back, acting as if we weren't about to be law-breakers.

I shoved the cigarette stick down the back pocket of my jeans, already in a sour mood as I now need to go back to my job without the short, sweet release smoking gives me.

Strangely, the elevator ride felt heavy for some reason. Like something was weighing in on me.

Reaching my floor, I went straight to the CR but not before my teammate pulled me to the side.

"Do you have your period?"

I made a face. No. I wasn't to have my period in another 2 weeks. I told her this.

"You have blood on your jeans though."

That made my eyes widen. Quickly making my way to the CR, pulling down my hoodie to cover my butt.

Quickly checking my back side on the mirror in the CR, I see the stain my teammate was talking about.

It looked weird though, as it was more on the right side than in the middle of my butt. I felt the stain with my hand and I encountered a bump on my butt.

The cigarette stick. Shit!

I quickly pulled it out, hoping to save it from the stain and use for later.

My shriek echoed inside the empty CR as I saw what I was holding in my hand.

A severed finger, all bloody and icky.

I have not smoked since then.]]> 2021-11-05 11:47:43 UTC https://padlet.com/denvergerafil/horrorstories/wish/1869741307