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Curiousity killed the cat. /

7.31.2006

It all started last last week.

Okay, I'm lying. I really don't know when it had started. All I know that it was on Monday and it was our PE time. Our teacher was absent, so we had the whole period to do whatever we like.

Our group decided to play tag. Pagkatapos, patintero. And then we grew tired, so we tried to play another kind of game. We never really made up our mind so we just decided to share ghost stories.

But really, I wasn't scared, compared to my classmates. I was still brave enough to go to the washroom on my own. To watch television downstairs on my own. In my fifteen[!] years of living and seven years of being a student I have already heard countless ghost stories and have gotten over it eventually. I even had my sweet revenge when it was my friends' time to be scared with the ghost stories I know.

But everything changed one Filipino time.

I even blogged about that day. Our teacher was narrating a story, which led to sharing of love stories. When the sharing ended, we asked our teacher to tell us some ghost stories. I know, sobrang layo ng subject. :))

I don't want to tell you the story, since I'm all alone here, and I'm starting to get scared. Maybe someday I'd tell you. But not now.

After that day, it was like Ghost Story Frenzy. My classmates from other sections were also sharing their own stories that other teachers have told them.

There were stories about a small child following a teacher, the auditorium, the conference room, the washroom at the 2nd floor, the washroom at the 1st floor, the old library, EVERYWHERE.

I was feeling like wherever I go, there are ghosts. In the washroom, especially, since that is the common setting for a ghost story. :)

It was too much. This weekend I had a hard time sleeping. I had to cover my mirror [which can be seen when I lie down] to get some sleep. It was crazy! Like I'm back in Grade Four where I'm scared to sit at a certain part of the bench because it has a 'curse'.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned that some of my classmates are really not helping? We were practicing at the audi and they kept saying that someone's looking through the conference room. :|

Really. It's too much. Tama na. And you know what the weird thing is? I still want to hear a ghost sotry whenever someone has a new one.

I never really learn my lesson. God, I'm so stubborn. Like they say, curiosity killed the cat. And now, it's torturing me.

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Aba. At last, isang matinong post. Todo career ako dito. I even used spellcheck sa Word. :) Har.

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