Chapter III: “Science’s Comfort Room”
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I am a FEU Manila student (Main). It was 2010 when I had the dreadful experience on the 3rd Floor. The Science Building at FEU. There are numerous stories that it was used as a morgue during the Japanese occupation.
So, it's 2 p.m. on a normal day, and we have PE class. There are rumors and stories that the location was once a morgue, but I'm not afraid because the building is clean and bright.
While the rest of the class was still in class, I thought about going to the comfort room at the far end of the third floor.
There is a comfort room, a large comfort room, and a reasonably sized cubicle. Because there are windows and lights in the comfort room, there is too much light there.
I urinated, but while doing so, I noticed that I felt heavy. I immediately felt very heavy negative energy. I was alone at the time. I checked each cubicle one by one out of curiosity, but no one was there.
When I decided to wash my hands, the water was super cold and felt strange. I tried to leave the comfort room right away, but when I opened the door and pulled it open, it wouldn't open. I've yanked the door three or four times and it still won't open. It's just odd because I'm sure it wasn't locked.
After that, I merely prayed to Our Father. In fact, I pulled on the door so hard that it opened like a piece of paper, and my body was thrown back into the middle of the comfort room as I yanked on it so hard that it opened like I was playing a game of tug of war. I was so terrified that I quickly sprung to my feet and bolted from the comfort room.
I'll never forget that thought that no one showed me that time inside the comfort room, but I am certain that I wasn't alone that time.
I just want to add that I was a freshman then. Our professor, who was teaching on the second level of the same building, had decided to retire. Because there was a woman sitting in our class, there were many empty seats, but our professor didn't exactly say where.
Janjalani.
Batch 2007
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