Posted by: Jae | April 30, 2008

From Another Dimension

When our close friend Kit (Chief of Staff of Risa) was confined in the hospital last week due to kidney failure, we made it a point to be there everyday to keep her company. Being understably protective of Kit’s disposition, we were aghast when a nurse who took her vitals at 3 in the morning, muttered to herself while staring out of the window “full moon pala, kaya pala madaming multo sa hallway.” At the time, I was more incensed at how a nurse can foist her fears (founded or unfounded) on unsuspecting patients at an ungodly hour of the day, than perturbed by the statement itself.

A few nights after, around 8:00 p.m., I decided to grab a snack at the cafeteria at the ground floor. I took an elevator from the third floor, where Kit’s room is located. The elevator was empty when I stepped in, but there was a little boy around the age of seven who was behind me. He entered the elevator as well. I gave him a small, polite smile.

Then he suddenly chimed, “may sakit ka din?”

I felt an inexplicable jolt. Staring straight ahead, I replied, “hindi, dinadalaw ko lang ang kaibigan ko.”

We then both stepped out of the elevator when it landed on the ground floor.

I wondered about the strange feeling I felt when I was in bed later that night. I like kids, and make small talk with strangers. Certainly, there was nothing strange about engaging in small talk with a kid I haven’t met before. And then, all of a sudden, it hit me: Kahlil, Kit’s 6-year-old son, was not allowed to visit his mom during the entire duration of her stay. Children below the age of ten are prohibited from entering the premises of the National Kidney Institute. The little boy who spoke to me could not have been visiting a relative. If he were a patient, then why was he moving around so freely?

* * *

If the little boy was not of this world, it would not be my first encounter with friends from the other realm. When I was in fourth year College as a Journalism major, I interned at the crime beat of GMA 7. One night, we covered a vehicular collision at the North Expressway. The scene of the incident was, literally, a bloody mess. It was my first time to see intestines and blood and brains splattered on the pavement. In the midst of the commotion, someone came up to me from the side and then muttered about how the driver had fallen asleep on the wheel and missed the chance to swerve. Something like that. I remember that he had on a yellow t-shirt.

Thinking that I had the first hand account we were looking for for interviews, I told him to wait there while I look for the reporter and tell him we have a subject. When I caught up with the reporter and the camera man, they told me we had to rush to the hospital. Upon reaching the hospital (a mere five minute drive), we learned that the driver had just been declared dead. As I had gotten used to looking at corpses from being in the crime beat for a month already at the time, I went ahead to take a look. One glance was enough to make me turn away.

He was wearing the same yellow shirt as the guy who had spoken to me just a few minutes earlier.


Responses

  1. jae, baka sadyang lapitin ka ng mga naliligaw na espirito! pwede kang maging “mumu whisperer”🙂

  2. buti di sumagot sayo ang bata ng “same here…”

  3. ngayon alam ko na kung sino pupuntahan ko oras na mamatay ako para ihatid ang mga mensahe mula sa kabilang mundo, hahaha.

  4. taroogs – hehe. third eye. ayoko maging ghost whisperer. malaking obligasyon. tama nang hinaharap natin ang multo ng lipunan. (grim and determined again)

    selvo – tse. walang private jokes sa comment. bawal.

    levy – si gus, pwede mong dalawin, patay ka man o buhay. hahaha.

  5. “same here.”

  6. multuhin ka sana, bakla. ng maraming maraming easter eggs.

  7. ^^ or mga babaeng multo… harharhar.. sorry badet. minsan kelangan kong kampihan si jae, lalo na kapag may banta ng trabaho next week hehehe

  8. isali ba ako nang wala akong kamalay malay???!

    dahil diyan, i will join the fray: “same here” (kung ano man yun haha)

    tsaka si papi levy, di yan magmumulto kasi ortigas nga lang di makapunta *rita avila*

  9. Sister nung boy:

    http://www.revver.com/video/844514/real-ghost-stories-haunted-hospital-ghost-girl/

  10. ihatechuuu.andito ako sa office.ako na lang mag-isa.erck uuwi na nga ako.

  11. clang – oh yes, mga babaeng multo. chick boy eh. mwahahaha.

    gus – wala naman yung “same here”. nabore lang sina clang, jonas at josel kahapon, nagrevive ng mga multo ng nakaraan.😦 naiyak nga ako eh. choz. wag mo na awayin si levy. konti lang ang gwapo sa kilusan.

    enteng – *wave* in fernez, ngayon ka lang nagcomment sa blog ko.

    golda – may multo talaga sa office natin. tanong mo si karl.

  12. it is either you have a very dynamic imagination o kulang ka lang sa tulog. siguro may insidente ka din tungkol sa justice secretary natin who is also “from another dimension”. (hehe) lumalabas din ito kahit hindi “full moon”. (baka dibdibin mo uli, joke lang). ;p

  13. jae, tama bang i-confirm mo pa kay golda na may mumu nga dyan (lalo na dun sa dulong corridor papunta sa stock room ba yun na fire exit niyo ata.)

  14. chrisgel – haha. oo nga dun eksakto ang pwesto niya. sa may cr sa dulo.

  15. Multo sa ideals? may mukhang multo. lumalabas yan everytime magsolo work ka. so advice ko sa iyo lingon ka once in a while may nakangiti sa likuran mo:)

    proposal ko dyan tanggalin poster ni charlie chaplin kasi nung isang gabi paran gumalaw yung image niya. at iba siya makatingin sa dilim. subukan nyo mga lola.

    anyway, abusayyaf lang ang takot sa multo.kasi sa kanila nananampal ang mga multo.astig di ba? ghosts slapping the living shit out of the living.

  16. karl! tigilan mo ako sa charlie chaplin theory mo ha. nahihirapan na ako magCR sa likod ng mag-isa pag gabi na.

    naalala ko pa yung nagkasigawan tayo isang gabi sa opis (ay correction, ikaw pala ang sumigaw, at nagulat lang ako sa iyo hehe) kasi kala mo may multo. si golda pala yung pinagkamalan mong multo.

  17. sa congress akala ko may multo. may parang kaluskos e. nung tiningan ko si jessie pala, humihili. ngorkkk….

    as always, same here!


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