Thursday, November 8, 2007

A Nightmare in Seven Episodes

So Daryle and I were having breakfast and sharing scare stories from the previous night. It turns out we both experienced some kind of paranormal thing in the room we stayed in.

I told him about the series of nightmares I had. He told me that since we checked in he's had a bad feeling about the room and has been sensing some creepy, mysterious thing hanging out in there with us. But he did not think to tell me for fear of being laughed at. So he stayed quiet.

EPISODE ONE. Wednesday night. Around 10pm.
Daryle and I came home from dinner. Daryle went straight to bed while I stayed up a little longer to go online. The Inn had wifi internet so I thought, might as well. Besides, I napped for about 2 hours late in the afternoon and I wasn't really ready to go back to sleep. I went to bed around midnight.

EPISODE TWO. Thursday. After midnight.
I felt something heavy on my chest. I couldn't breathe. In my usual half-asleep, half-awake state, I tried waking myself up by flexing my fingers and toes. I woke up short of breath. I thought, maybe the pillow I was hugging caused the shortness of breath. So I repositioned it away from my chest and went back to sleep.

EPISODE THREE. Thursday. After midnight.
I woke up short of breath again and thought I caught someone stepping over me on the bed. As if he climbed up the bed from the right side and stepped over me to my left side. I sat up and looked around but there was no one there.

EPISODE FOUR. Thursday. After midnight.
I tried to sleep on my left side. Again, in my usual half-asleep, half-awake state, I thought I felt and heard someone try to scare me. In my "dream" I saw someone standing on the right side of the bed push me with both hands. I thought I even heard him say, "Boo!"

EPISODE FIVE. Thursday. After midnight.
I shifted to sleep on my right side. This time, I thought I saw something. (You see, I don't turn all the lights off, and in this weird state of sleep, I could partially open my eyes and see what was around me.) This thing that I saw looked me right in the eyes. It was only about a few inches away from my face. It had a round head/face made of green jello-like material. The eyes were large, round and yellow. The creature looked to me like a cross between an alien, a cat and a tarsier. I woke myself up a 4th time, prayed, and checked the time. It was a little past 3. I went back to bed.

EPISODE SIX. Thursday. After 3 AM.
I dreamed I stood from the bed and walked around it to Daryle's side (to the left of my bed). I found Daryle lying by the bed, face ash white and all dried up. I thought he was dead. I got scared and jumped onto my bed. I threw a pillow at him thinking he would wake. Good thing he did and his face changed back to its normal state and he was fine.

EPISODE SEVEN. Thursday. Some time around 5 AM.
I had another dream, which could very well be the continuation of the previous one. This time I heard Daryle shouting, "There! There! What is that?" and pointing at something on the floor. I sat up to look and just then a dark hairy thing jumped onto my bed and at me. It looked like a large hairy hamster, but it moved like a large rat - the type that usually infests homes. I remember I was hugging a pillow. The creature jumped onto my chest between the pillow and me. I could recall feeling its teeth gnawing at my right arm near the armpit and me struggling like crazy. I woke up struggling and decided, despite feeling groggy and sleepy, to get up. I checked my watch. It was a little after 5. I took the keys and went out for a long walk very early in the morning.

I went back to the Inn around 6:30 AM and ordered breakfast.

Daryle came down around 7 and asked where I've been. I told him about my nightmares and my early morning walk. It was then he told me about the bad vibes he's been getting from the room. His extrasensory radar pointed to the area by the bathroom door, which was closest to my bed.

(Daryle also complained of stiff neck. He doesn't know how it happened. The bed and the pillows were very comfortable.)

On our way back to the room, I took pictures.

This is the staircase that led up to the second floor rooms.

This is the hallway that led to our room.

Room number 15.

This is that area where Daryle could feel the bad vibes. That's my bed on the foreground. It is on this side where, in my dreams, I thought someone stepped onto the bed and over me, the same side where someone tried to push me, and where I saw that green jello creature with yellow eyes.

Later, at checkout, I told the receptionists about our experiences. They admitted that a pastor once stayed in an adjacent room and complained of nightmares. The pastor told them that there possibly were unfriendly spirits in the room he stayed in (Room 12, adjacent to ours).

I'm no psychic. I've no third eye nor sixth sense (and do not wish to have them). But suffice it to say that the experience was scary. Enough to get me up at 5:30 AM for a walk, which is so unusual for me. (Ask my friends.)


  1. hmmm... thank ngod hindi niyo ko kasama... kung nagkataon, baka nagthreesome tayo... este... namatay ako sa takot... bwahahaha!

  2. let's see in january. bwahahaha!


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Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.


Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda