When I was younger we lived on an island, and a paranormal story is common among locals. When I was in elementary school, we had girl and boy scouts' camping weekend. We always stayed on the school grounds for the weekend; camping. Our school was a good location for camping because we had a huge "plaza" where we set up tents and our school was located by the sea; our camping activities were mostly held on the beach. At night, we would see a lot of fireflies on the big old trees around the campus. The locals say that a tree with fireflies means that that tree has a resident entity (the fireflies are there lights) and you should not disturb them.
I remember one particular night it was too cold to sleep in the tents and for the Girls Scout's Master's feared that we might catch cold if we slept outside that night. So we slept in the quarters to our classrooms. There were only two rooms that we were allowed to use, the Grade 5 classroom and the other was the home economics building. The girls were divided into 3 clusters, 2 occupied the HE building since it was much bigger. Our group occupied the Grade 5 room which was located in another building. It was 11 before we settled to sleep and we had to wake up at 3:30 for the activities. Our group had a good night sleep then compared to the rest of the groups, who slept little or none.
Our cluster woke up at 3 AM being excited about the activities ahead. We were going to do a dawn rosary along the beach. Being the cluster leader, it was my job to go to the HE building and check if they were awake. I had a classmate with me. When we arrived all of them were awake, but not ready. We asked them why they were not ready or excited. That's when they told us what happened.
All of them were sleeping when one of the campers heard someone sobbing, she looked around because the lights were on and saw no one, she quickly woke the other girls but the sobbing stopped. They did not believe her and so she forced herself to get back to her mat. The scout master who was with them was sleeping alone on a sofa. She said between 12:30-1:00 AM she was awoken by the sound of someone sobbing. She checked to see if someone was still up but no one was. She was bothered by that knowing that if it was one of the students, she must assist that kid because all the students in the camp are their responsibility. She woke the cluster leaders to do a headcount making sure that everyone is in the room.
Upon knowing what happened, one of the cluster leaders woke the girl who first heard the sobbing. They were puzzled with what happened. If the one sobbing is outside the building they won't hear it in the room where they were sleeping. They checked the entire HE building and no one else was there.
After the weekend, the teachers told the principal what had happened, and the principal said that she also heard the sobbing; usually during noon break (she had her office in that building). And she shared some weird experiences in that building then. One time she heard someone taking a shower in the bathroom (the building was designed to look like a real house since it's for HE, except for the test papers in there.) When she came in to check no one was in the bathroom, and its dry showing no one took a bath in there. And there were little things missing and found in the most unlikely places like one time
I asked my grandmother what lies in our school premises (During late afternoons she always go to the seashore and pick shells but instead of going through the school for a short cut she uses a long way around). She told me of this tragedy. She told me that years ago when I was 2-3 years old there was a strong typhoon that hit our region and one of our neighboring cities suffered the worst of it. They suffered from deep floods (it was one of the worst in our country's history just like when Ketsana hit the other year). According to my granny after the storm, dead bodies came up on our shores; they were rotten and decayed so the locals just buried them in a vacant area within the school premises. When I was in elementary that spot became our vegetable garden (And did I say that this garden is just beside the HE building? Well, it is.).
I verified the story with my parents; they said it was true, in fact my father helped in burying them.
Thank you so much for letting me convey this story. Happy reading everyone.
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Taylor ❤