Takutan tayo!
We know that UPLB is not only famous for its academics and extra-curricular activities, we know so well of the many ghost stories and hauntings that float around campus. The dorms and Baker Hall are particularly rich in those stories. I remember my roommates and me huddled together during brownout nights (and there were plenty, uso kasi brownout in the early 90s) and talking about scary stories in campus, frightening everyone to sleep. Being the eldest, I usually take the lead in story telling, sometimes embellishing things to make them more frightening and end it up with a joke! Or a good laugh for me (I’m that mean!). I’ve never experienced those kind of things really, usually late na ako kung dumating at tapos na ang “event”. I’ve heard stories though, of children playing in the middle of the night at the back of BioSci, of a white apparition in a dark corner as my classmates stayed in the lab late at night, of notebooks getting moved to another bed in the dorm, of footprints in the dorm going up, of someone waking up my friend in her room…
What about Baker Hall? Most of what I heard are stories of someone hearing chains being dragged, moanings… Did anyone actually hear them? Or what about Maria Makiling near the Palma Bridge, is she really enhanted -changing positions in carrying her pot? There’s a Jackie Chan movie I remember, where ghosts in a book taught him martial arts, meron din kayang ganyan sa Main Lib?
A lot of these stories have been passed around from one batch to the next, like an oral tradition passed from generation to generation. It’s part of campus life we all know. And since it’s almost November 1 and it’s that time of the year, does anyone have a scary story to tell or an experience to share about UPLB?
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October 30th, 2006 at 4:10 am
I remember hearing scary stories involving Baker Hall, BioSci, the dorms and even Forestry. But I never dreamed I would experience being a “victim” of the never-ending-bridge.
This is the bridge behind the library. I used to hear stories of students taking almost forever in crossing the bridge on foot, usually on a dark, moonless night. One FebFair night, I was walking home towards faculty from the field and was about to cross the bridge. Thinking of all the stories I have heard, I did so absent-mindedly, not thinking of the dark and hoping my nonchalance would not “invite” any “incident”. Well, what did you know, it was almost five minutes and [i]I haven’t even reached the middle of the bridge yet![/i]. This snapped me to my senses and when I realized this I said a short prayer and ran all the way home!
I never passed that way on foot again!
October 30th, 2006 at 9:45 am
Baka naman you just had too much to drink