This is my first submission here. Although I have already submitted this to a ghost story blog on tumblr, I figured I should also share it here. I hope you enjoy reading my short story!
Last December, my college classmates reserved a pool in Bulacan for our Christmas party. It's our last Christmas party as a block so we figured to do something different for a change; in this case, going out of town overnight and go swimming (even for such a cold month) for the record. Now, being kids from Manila, we ought to go to Bulacan because for one thing, its accessible, and second, the prices for renting a pool are very reasonable. We all agreed (except for a few) and travelled to Bulacan at about 4PM in the afternoon, as we have reserved the pool from 6PM to 6AM.
The sun was halfway gone when we arrived to our destination. I've forgotten the location but from what I remember, it goes something like Sitio Gitna. "Gitna" means "middle" in Tagalog so I assume we are probably in the middle of Bulacan. As any excited bunch, we headed to the nipa huts, the boys set up the karaoke and some of the more responsible ones took charge of preparing dinner. I lounged for a bit inside the hut and examined the place. It was a nice place--calm, with an eerie feel but I felt we were welcome nonetheless.
About past 1 in the morning, I joined my friends in the hut. I was feeling a little cold already. About an hour later, one of my friends asked me to join the three of them to play in the pool for one last time before heading to the shower and grabbing a quick nap before we leave at sunrise.
The pool was cold, as expected. But I didn't want to be a killjoy so I joined my friends in their playing. One suggested we do this game where we will line up and she'll dive between our legs. One of us decided to go to the warm end of the pool so that left me, my close friend, and the friend who suggested. We lined up, the two of us, nonetheless and waited for our classmate to surface.
She got out of the water and we were all laughing... But what she said next made me stop.
"Okay, who decided to troll me? I didn't expect that! I had to hold my breath longer so I could get past the third pair of feet!"
I didn't say anything. I looked around and well, there were only three of us playing and our classmate who stood away from us remained in her place.
"Guys, there were three pairs of feet in there. I know because I touched the last one," her smile faded.
I, for one, am sure that there was no one else because I was supposedly the last pair of feet in there, and I didn't feel her touch me. I did not question this classmate of mine because she, for one thing, is sensitive to the supernatural and would never lie about something like this. She takes her gift seriously and would never joke about ghosts or any unexplained phenomenon for that matter.
We all came to an unanimous decision of not saying another word and just leave the pool altogether.
To this day, I never found out any more about the incident at the pool. Yet looking back, it was supposed to be WAY past godly hours to play in the pool and it made me think: who really did disturb someone else's playtime?