Let me tell you another story, one I didn’t experience at home and definitely one I didn’t experience alone. I attended college at a catholic institution where I met most of my true friends. In our 1st 2 semesters we had block sections and I had all the same faces for classmates but it wasn’t then that I met my best friends. The Next 2 semesters,I met new people, met some of my good friends but I somehow lost contact of them since most of them failed in class. Only Jessie and I were left in the gang and she unfortunately fell to a different class every subject we had. It was summer that I met my best friends as we had all the same classes. We hung out together, and went out together even after our classes. It was block sectioning once again so I saw the same faces every subject.
Saint Mary’s College of Tagum, Philippines – just a little background of the school, this school had been subject to paranormal studies and documentations for local researchers and adventurers looking for a thrill for over 10 years now. A few stories I’ve heard were headless nuns walking about or lady in white and there’s this one story a lot of people witnessed was as the students were having their flag ceremony, the flag went up and down, from top to bottom of the pole several times and stopped at the top of the pole and just swung around and the around with the flag seemingly stretched. All the students and some of the nuns ran away. I could go on and on, this building has a lot of stories before mine and a lot of witnesses.
Anyway, back to my story, The next semester, we had the same sections, again same faces and a few new ones. We had a couple of major subjects that semester and everything seemed manageable. In our Microbiology subject, we had our classes at room 316, I had my seat at the right row next to this boy’s seat. I would often look at his notes to copy the lessons or to� check my spelling. However, a few weeks into the semester, I noticed he hadn’t been in to any of our classes. Then the news broke, he committed suicide and was in local hospital’s ICU and is in a very bad state. He hung himself after not being able to cope up with stress. A few days later, he died after being admitted for a few days. We were all sad,but classes went on and life became normal again. Not a month later,another news broke. Another student from the same class committed suicide during break period of our microbiology. It wasn’t a successful one, thank GOD. She was lead to the hospital for wound treatment after she slit both of her wrists. Again, a few days after this event everything went back to normalcy. But not a month later, another student committed suicide and the news broke at the same class. The girl took a mouthful of pills and was taken to the hospital for lavage. She stopped studying after that semester. Our instructress – who was tired of announcing a suicide attempt of her student – requested to pause the class to pray for ourselves and for whatever’s going on to stop. The prayer seemed to have worked. No more attempts had been announced after that.
The following semester, We met new faces, some of the old ones – including Jessie.We had our NCM again at room 316. A few days in and already some strange things would happen. I was seated at the front row, at the right half. everytime I’m in that room I would often feel like jumping out of the window (this is situated at the 3rd floor of the old building) although I’m always in a logical state and know this is definitely not something I should do. We were asked to face the wall at the right as the projector was directed there. Our teacher was presenting pictures to us and was discussing this as she went about changing graphics of the presentation. Behind her was a wall where the projector was directed and at the leftmost and rightmost corner were the doors. It was probably around early November (We Filipinos show the spirit of Christmas right as the 1st “Ber” month hit) A belen was set up and the Belen was then situated a few seats behind me. My best friend was behind me at that time so she was closer to the Belen. As our teacher discussed, I heard a very clear yet faint singing of a sweet voice which was undoubtedly female. And it was coming from the direction of the Belen, I turned my head and saw my best friends worried face. Yep, she heard it too. Nobody was singing, the class was quiet. By the way, our class is always the last one out of the school as we stretch out almost at 9 in the evening – this isn’t common in our school. I swapped seats with my friend as she was clearly scared. It was fine with me, it wasn’t so scary. Suddenly, our teacher looked behind her as if she was startled by something. Then she asked “did someone pass by behind me?” Of course nobody did. We tried to continue our class but most of us had been seeing a very fast white something and shadow something passing back and forth as we looked beyond the door. My teacher didn’t know this but she’d been really feeling uneasy – I guess – so she cut the class short and suggested we continue the next day.
Next day – one of the students were having a report and this time, I was seated at the back seat at the left half beside Jessie. My teacher sat beside me as she observed the reporters. A few hours into the class when Jessie, me and another classmate of ours heard a male voice almost like praying and singing on a microphone. I couldn’t believe it. I excused my self as I went to the bathroom. The chapel below us, I checked, it was visible and it was empty. The registrar who had access to the speakers and microphone for announcement and daily prayers closes after 4:30 in the afternoon. There was no way anyone could be around to be on mike singing. As I went back in, the voice kept its litany. My teacher, clearly annoyed thinking someone from class was doing this,shouted “whoever is singing in class will sing in front after the report” After the report, she again announced whoever was annoyingly disturbing the report earlier stand up and do the singing now. It was then that I told her that the singing wasn’t from the class. Less than 10 students out of 40 heard that voice and she just went quiet. Possibly thinking.The next day it was announced that we were to have our class at a different room that day and onwards.
I asked some of the graduates of that school about some of their experiences-one of them,my aunt, randomly told me some stories but this one story got my ears, one really haunted room 316 even on broad daylight, chairs would move, doors slam. This room was said to be the room of one student who committed suicide years ago. He was� said to have shot himself with his father’s gun unable to cope up with the family problem he’d been having. His spirit was said to have been seen in that room a couple of times. This was once the most haunted part of the school. She had no idea of what had happened at my class a few months back.
Written by Jenny, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com