The guiding phrase I learned being a journalist and features editor in school -- write something fresh and interesting. Well today, I could write about how my steady and blooming love life has gone (that's probably interesting) but it ain't fresh.
So let me tell you of something that could scare the hell out of you -- the place where I exactly type this blog down through my MS word -- The Mystique Qualfon Training rooms.
I am alone in this room right now, and I'm hoping nothing happens while I type this down. I felt a little uncomfortable, but I want to let it be...
It was only the last day of training that a trainee of mine told me of her story. Since then she has seen unexplainable people everywhere. According to the mentor in the class who knew her very well, during HS years, this girl has struggled to be stronger when she sees through her bare eyes some extra-ordinary people that seem to live among us.
Months before talking to this girl, silhouettes of images seen from our video cameras have been seen in our training rooms and these have taken us aback -- in a scary way. We hear big and heavy steps in our ceiling that most times resonates all over the room - even when nobody in the production floor does. I wrote something in the board, and later on discovered.. it was gone and no trainee could do it coz my eyes are all with them.
Things that are so peculiar and this time is special because I had to talk to someone who really can see it.
It was easy to not believe someone telling you she can see "them". It's so easy; most especially if you find them really weird and loner-acting, mediocre and those who seem to have personality or esteem problems. These people, i believe are more susceptible to acting and "making-believes".
But this trainee is different, I could sense her wit and personality - someone down-to-earth, and she's never the loner type. I could see sincerity in her eyes. And there I go, listening to her while saying "I saw her beside you when you were discussing before we took a break.." -- and that freaked me out!
As our questioning came even more detailed we asked her if she can see anybody inside the training room at the moment. She looked around and said yes. Casually, we talked of her description and my hair got lifted even more. Stories came flooding in, and it made me believe that they indeed, exists.
Whatever it is, I know they are here for a reason; perhaps they are here to guide or to simply make us "believe" that paranormal exists. Even when right now, I feel my hair raise; I wanna try to believe it is. Because human as I am, sometimes, we fancy over stories as such.
I still think it's nice if they make a little noise here and now. Scary.
