scaredy cat.
I got scared shitless tonight at work.
Some of the people at work and I were hanging outside the studio, smoking and sharing stories. It came to the point where the happy stories turned into scary ones.
So, we shared stories about 13th floors, elevators, showers and - this is the place I'd hate to see a ghost in - the comfort/bathroom. All the stories about seeing silhouettes behind you while you look in the mirror or someone knocking on a cubicle door but you can't see any feet and then some came rushing back into my memory. Grr.
Unluckily for me, after that, I had to go to the comfort room. There's a comfort room on the 2nd floor of Serendra where a friend of mine, who has a third eye, saw a silhouette of a woman disappear into one of the cubicle. She saw this from the reflection of the hand dryer, where you can see almost all the cubicles. Again, unluckily for me, that was the bathroom nearest to the studio.
I bravely went to the comfort room alone. Stupid establishment beside the CR had the lights closed for the "ambiance" of dining by candlelight. Or something. So I briskly walked towards the entrance of the CR in the dark.
Cubicle. Pee. Quickly open the door. Don't look at the mirror. Wash hands. Rinse. DON'T use the hand dryer. Get out of the comfort room. QUICKLY.
As soon as I got out of the bathroom - BAM! There he was. A silhouette of a man.
Oh, I'm sorry! Did I scare you??, says the silhouette in the dark.
Uhm. Oh. Haha. Yeah.
I'm sorry. And he laughs.
I walk away quickly, half scared and half embarrased.
Your hands are wet, he says. (Small talk ka pa, leche!)
I know, was my reply to someone who nearly made me pee my pants (if I hadn't gone beforehand, hehe.) I start walking faster, shaking the excess water from my hands.
Do you work here? (Ah shit, I'm walking away from you, mister, can't you see?)
Uh, yeah.
Where?
Over there, in that studio. Blow-Up Babies.
Okay. I work at the bar. (Oh shit, you're not some person having dinner here!)
What bar?
Fez.
Oh, I've tried it there. (Wanted to say that the service was quite slow that day!)
Really? How come I didn't see you there?
That was a long time ago.
Well, you should go again sometime. See you! (You think I would after this?!)
Yeah. Bye!
Before I can even reach the door of the studio, I was laughing my ass off! I can't believe I got so scared like that, that I actually forgot my manners and was talking to the guy behind me without looking back! Okay, fine. Mas nahihiya ako sa kanya. Nonetheless, my heart hurt and so did my stomach. I just wish that the guy I ran into didn't work there so the chances of me seeing him again would be thin to none. Buti nalang hindi ako sumigaw sa mukha nya!
I wonder how my face looked like for him to actually ask me if he scared me. Shhhiiiiit. Sa lahat naman kasi ng araw na pwedeng mangyari 'to sakin, right after pa magkwentuhan about ghosts! Feel na feel ko tuloy! Hahaha!
Lesson learned. Don't hurry out of the comfort room when it's dark outside. Or pee before sharing scary stories.
Some of the people at work and I were hanging outside the studio, smoking and sharing stories. It came to the point where the happy stories turned into scary ones.
So, we shared stories about 13th floors, elevators, showers and - this is the place I'd hate to see a ghost in - the comfort/bathroom. All the stories about seeing silhouettes behind you while you look in the mirror or someone knocking on a cubicle door but you can't see any feet and then some came rushing back into my memory. Grr.
Unluckily for me, after that, I had to go to the comfort room. There's a comfort room on the 2nd floor of Serendra where a friend of mine, who has a third eye, saw a silhouette of a woman disappear into one of the cubicle. She saw this from the reflection of the hand dryer, where you can see almost all the cubicles. Again, unluckily for me, that was the bathroom nearest to the studio.
I bravely went to the comfort room alone. Stupid establishment beside the CR had the lights closed for the "ambiance" of dining by candlelight. Or something. So I briskly walked towards the entrance of the CR in the dark.
Cubicle. Pee. Quickly open the door. Don't look at the mirror. Wash hands. Rinse. DON'T use the hand dryer. Get out of the comfort room. QUICKLY.
As soon as I got out of the bathroom - BAM! There he was. A silhouette of a man.
Oh, I'm sorry! Did I scare you??, says the silhouette in the dark.
Uhm. Oh. Haha. Yeah.
I'm sorry. And he laughs.
I walk away quickly, half scared and half embarrased.
Your hands are wet, he says. (Small talk ka pa, leche!)
I know, was my reply to someone who nearly made me pee my pants (if I hadn't gone beforehand, hehe.) I start walking faster, shaking the excess water from my hands.
Do you work here? (Ah shit, I'm walking away from you, mister, can't you see?)
Uh, yeah.
Where?
Over there, in that studio. Blow-Up Babies.
Okay. I work at the bar. (Oh shit, you're not some person having dinner here!)
What bar?
Fez.
Oh, I've tried it there. (Wanted to say that the service was quite slow that day!)
Really? How come I didn't see you there?
That was a long time ago.
Well, you should go again sometime. See you! (You think I would after this?!)
Yeah. Bye!
Before I can even reach the door of the studio, I was laughing my ass off! I can't believe I got so scared like that, that I actually forgot my manners and was talking to the guy behind me without looking back! Okay, fine. Mas nahihiya ako sa kanya. Nonetheless, my heart hurt and so did my stomach. I just wish that the guy I ran into didn't work there so the chances of me seeing him again would be thin to none. Buti nalang hindi ako sumigaw sa mukha nya!
I wonder how my face looked like for him to actually ask me if he scared me. Shhhiiiiit. Sa lahat naman kasi ng araw na pwedeng mangyari 'to sakin, right after pa magkwentuhan about ghosts! Feel na feel ko tuloy! Hahaha!
Lesson learned. Don't hurry out of the comfort room when it's dark outside. Or pee before sharing scary stories.