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The Footsteps

 

Ghosts are definitely not real. Those were my words said before we started our trip up to the mountains of Baguio city. A group of delegates from our grade school department were going to a leadership seminar in one of the most haunted places in the Philippines, Teachers camp. Plenty of ghosts stories come from that dreaded place where we were about to stay for six days. It was known for it's old age and the rumors that it was built on top of a war-related area. People see ghosts of war veterans and enemy soldiers kidnapping women. I thought I could never experience something like that, But I was wrong.

First day of the trip was fun, as I remember. We went biking around the park there and hung out in the hotel room of one of the delegates parents. I didn't even think about the place we were really supposed to stay, until of course I saw our hall in Teachers Camp. The camp was enormous, plenty of halls we could've stayed in. But of all of the halls we were assigned to, we were assigned to White hall, the oldest and the one in the worst condition. The floor would creak with every step and because of an opening between the ceiling and wall you could hear anything from chattering teachers to the bags of others dragged on the floor. Our toilets didn't even work well. So everyday I dreaded coming back to that hall at night.

The long awaited first night in our room finally came and as usual I didn't sleep well, I always have difficulty sleeping whether at home or a creepy camp. Room 109 was our assigned quarters, four other girls stayed in the room with me and they were comfortable with the place, just a bit disgusted at the counterproductive toilet. Anyway, As I was saying I didn't sleep well at all. I was awake until the hours of eleven desperately trying to sleep, of course I left the lights on fearing something might go bump that night. Finally, I fell asleep for around four hours and woke up again at 3:00 am. "Screw sleep." I thought. Luckily, I brought an interesting book from my sister. I read undisturbed yet still a bit paranoid for a few minutes. Until I heard something.

Footsteps. Faint yet coming closer. I stopped reading and waited if they'd actually get louder. They did. Before anything got any louder I actually peeked outside of my room, finding nothing, but the footsteps kept coming. Stronger and closer as it headed down from the stairs across the room. I went back to my bed and just stayed there, sitting upright, my ears eagerly taking in the footsteps. I was nervous, I tried to calm myself saying that there were late guests coming in. But then the footsteps reached the entrance of the room, so roughly that I felt the bed move whenever it sounded. I freaked and hid my head under the blanket. Hurriedly, reciting my prayers, while my friends slept soundly. I feared I'd see something that I'd remember for the rest of my life. The footsteps felt as if it was coming towards my bed. Then it stopped. I lifted enough courage to look up from my blanket. I saw a white shady figure with a somewhat bloodied face. It was only for a few seconds, until I finally got the urge to hide myself from it. I hid under the blanket again. The footsteps ensued but this time grew fainter and fainter until it was gone, like the figure. I was so scared I could barely get sleep. For the passing days, in room 109, nothing else happened.

I told my friends about this ghostly experience and they laughed about it. I know what I saw, whether it was a ghost or just my mind playing paranoid tricks on me. I still go to Teachers Camp and I still hear stories of the hauntings, even ones similar to mine, but hearing or reading ghosts stories can never amount to the thrill of experiencing one.

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MyleneAunzo (13 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-11)
Well seems like ghost were just checking you guys out.

They're just wondering if their visitors were okay.

Wow how hospitable and much caring though. That's sweet.
ChoklateeKenzie (1 posts)
 
7 years ago (2010-08-05)
Emilie,

I can't believe you got so much courage to look out of your blanket at the bloody face and manage not to scream your head off, as I would've done. And so much courage to still go to that camp. Anyway, I liked your story and that the figure didn't hurt you.

Take care,
Kenzie x
ghostfox96 (1 stories) (25 posts)
 
7 years ago (2010-08-05)
I don't think I could possibly give my child permission to go to such a place either. However its a great story, exciting.
Great writing. Wish I could write like that: (❤ ~ ❤
Akatsuki07 (5 stories) (16 posts)
 
9 years ago (2009-03-01)
I believe your story because that place is very popular of ghost stories. We are near to that place and can walk from our house to teachers camp.
elner (38 posts)
 
10 years ago (2008-03-10)
if I could only say things like that ok ill post my story ok haha ill just try
whitebuffalo (guest)
 
10 years ago (2007-12-04)
What the heck kind of leadership seminar is booked in one of the "most haunted places in the Philippines"? That is crazy. Is that the only time that you saw an apparition after going so many times to that same camp? I can not even imagine giving permission for my child to go for six days to a camp that is supposedly in such a place. I would think that they were spending most of their time ghost hunting and not learning their leadership skills that they were supposed to be doing. It is crazy and cool at the same time. Thank you for the story.
GermanPinay (guest)
 
11 years ago (2007-01-30)
the same happened to me when I was with my family in baguio to visit my ante the....
we spend one nigt in Teachers Camp because our driver was to tired to drive back to dagupan to our house.
my cousins and I was in room 109 too and we all heard the footsteps comming to our room and suddndly it stop... and then we saw a white figure with bloody red eyes smiling at us....

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