Chapter VI: Giggle
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I don't want to reveal my name or the location of the condo mentioned here. I don't want them to destabilize my story. For the sake of everyone's sake. I want to say sorry first, because this is going to be long.
I've never been a fan of ghosts or paranormal activities, whatever you want to call them. Perhaps it's because I haven't come across one yet. Such horror stories are only told to me by adults, my friends, or even in movies. It's embedded in my mind that there are no ghosts or other paranormal phenomena. But I was wrong.
What happened to me was so traumatizing (for me) that all I could do was cry out of fear. So that's the entire point of my story.
I was an independent person who separated from my family at a young age because I could support my needs and had a stable job. I'm a workaholic, so I'm always exhausted when I get home to my condo from work.
One night, I was so stressed and tired that when I got home from work, I went straight to bed to sleep.
Someone giggling woke me up in the middle of the night. It sounded like someone was laughing, but it was only a whisper. It is, in fact, the sound of a giggle.
I was taken aback because I was the only person in my condo. And this is the first time that it has happened to me. I kept as calm as I could and didn't let fear consume me.
I looked around my room, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Until I noticed someone's shadow standing in the corner of my room. I couldn't tell because it was too far and only the night lights were on, so it was really dark.
I was sweating so much and didn't know what to do that my palms were freezing. I was just staring at her as her chuckle grew louder and louder until it became laughter. As I could see, her shoulder was moving through the figure of her shadow. I didn't know what to do, and all I wanted to do was cry.
Because I had so much going on in my mind, it appears that I expended all of my energy in my body. I'm not sure whether I'll scream or try to escape. It was as if I had been stunned in my bed, unsure of what to do, and was just staring at her in the corner of the room. She didn't stop laughing. Until it appears she is approaching me because her voice is becoming louder and I can clearly see the figure of her shadow moving. Until I saw her face clearly.
I quickly closed my eyes because I was terrified by what I saw. Even though I immediately closed my eyes, I was able to see her entire face. It appears that white paint has been poured all over her body. She has the color of chalk on her skin.
Her hair is wet and almost covers her face. Her smile was unusual. That smile of hers will live with me forever. Her mouth was so wide that it nearly reached both of his ears. Then her eyes glazed over everywhere, and her eyeballs began to move in unexpected directions. I could also see her head tilting slightly as her eyes moved in different directions. She couldn't stop laughing in a very high-pitched and groggy voice. She is n***d, and her skin is extremely pale. As I closed my eyes, I prayed to the Lord, hoping that it was just another nightmare and that he would wake me up. I prayed to Our Father over and over again. Until her deafening laughter faded.
I waited a moment to make sure if she had truly disappeared completely before opening my eyes. And I looked around the room. But she was there, standing on the edge of my bed. Then she burst out laughing again, this time very loudly. I was so terrified that I closed my eyes abruptly again. Until I felt a section of my bed sink beneath my feet.I felt so scared that I couldn't help but cry. I feel like I'm going to die. She finally stopped laughing.
A minute passed, and I felt a hair on my face. I'm not sure what force in the universe told me to tilt my head up, but I did, and even opened my eyes. And there I saw her. Her face was so close to mine. She screamed at my face and began laughing again. I could see her face more clearly now, and it seemed like her mouth was about to be ripped off her jaw.
I screamed very loudly because I was terrified. Her face was so close that it floated on top of mine. She couldn't stop laughing. I screamed my lungs out and couldn't move until everything went black.
I passed out. I'm not sure if I lost consciousness or not. Because when I opened my eyes, it was already morning, and everything was clean. I walked around the entire room, but there was no sign of anyone having entered my room. But I'll never forget that woman, or maybe it was just me. But I decided to take a deep breath and try to ignore what had happened. I tried to convince myself that "it was just a bad dream." I reasoned to myself that I was tired, so I had nightmares, and I decided to start my day. I did the usual things I do. Eat, bathe, and dress for work. I tried to shrug things off what happened last night.
I was about to leave my condo unit and close the door, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I try, the door will not close completely. I was correct in thinking that something was stuck and blocking the door, preventing it from closing, because when my car key dropped from my bag, and when I looked down, there was a foot blocking the door that I saw, which gave me goosebumps. The feet were extremely pale. I looked up once more to see who the feet belonged to. And there she was again, wearing a very creepy grin and staring at me. I screamed, much to my surprise.
She tried to pull me forcefully back inside the condo unit as she burst out laughing again. The kind of laugh that sends chills up your spine. I yanked my hand as hard as I could. His laughter was the last thing I heard.
I woke up in the hospital holding my mother's hand. When I asked why I was in the hospital, she stated that I had collapsed in front of my unit. And all of a sudden, I remembered everything that had happened at the time. I actually remember her face once again. Her creepy grin, that terrifying laugh. I couldn't do anything but cry and hug my mother.
When I was released from the hospital, I sold my condo and moved in with my parents. That laugh has stayed with me to this day. And every time this happens, I become terrified and cry out in fear and panic. After all of that, I never slept alone. I despise sleeping alone.
It's fine, you don't have to believe this. But this is what I've experienced. I saw what I saw, and I'm not insane. I apologize if I'm not very good at telling my story. I just really have no one to talk to about this, and this still lives within me. But if I share this here, it's worth a shot, right? It wouldn't hurt. Hopefully.
Independent Girl.
Cavite.
- Writer
