Ad Blocker Detected
Our website is made possible by displaying online advertisements to our visitors. Please consider supporting us by disabling your ad blocker.
By: Jon Zuluaga
As fas ar I know, this is a true story. It happened to my brother when he was taking Medicine at one of the colleges on Taft, the one attached to the hospital. You see, my brother and a couple of his friends were trying to get into a frat. To get in, they had to spend one night in the hospital morgue. Yes, Philippines hospitals have morgues. Where do you think they put the dead bodies? Where do you think the med students perform their dissections? Anyway, it was either that or get paddled or something . You know how frats can be. Anyway, my brother and two of his blockmates had to pass the night in the morgue. Now the morgue is off limits to students so they had to bribe a security guard with Tanduay to get in. Once they were in, Paco, one of my brother’s blockmates, told them why the morgue was off-limits.
Apparently it was fairly common for body parts to get “lost” I mean, after a while, the med students were desensitized enough to be able to eat in front of an open cadaver, so it was only natural that they would start having naughty ideas. According to Paco, a Med freshman was studying at her dorm when her lights went out. What her blockmates did was they got a severed hand from the morgue and placed it on her study lamp when the lights went out, because they figured that was the first thing she’d check. They were waiting for her to scream, and then they’d turn on the lights and yell “surpise” or something. So they were all in the dark, and there were no sounds. They heard her fumbling around her desk and then dead silence. The blockmate by the light switch got impatient and turned on the lights, and there was their classmate, hunched over at her study table, eyes wide open in shock, with the hand between her teeth. Yeah, she was biting it. They say she now lives in a Mental institution. So since that day the morgue is off-limits to students unless a resident supervised them. No, that’s not my story. So my brother, he got a little antsy and lit a cigarette. “Don’t do that,” said Jepoy, the other blockmate with them. He had heard a story about the last time someone smoked in the morgue: A bunch of med-seniors were pulling in an all-nighter at the morgue, cramming for finals or something. One senior decided to use a corpse as an ashtray. “He won’t mind,” the senior said. And that was when the corpse sat up and pulled the cigarette out of the senior’s mouth. “Please,” the corpse whispered, “show some respect.”
True story, man, I mean, with witnesses and all. The corpse was in mid autopsy pa naman so when it sat up they could see right into it. Anyway, around 10 p.m. , my bro and his buds got caught in the lab by their Anatomy 101 prof. He didn’t give them too much grief though, since he’s from the same frat. He told them that they might even get lucky, and see the Hospital’s dirty little secret. Apparently, back when the Prof was in med school, back in nineteen-forgotten or something, the hospital had it’s very own celebrity doctor. Doctor…. Ramirez, I think. Jesus Antonio Ramirez. Right, the guy who dove out the window, yeah that’s him. He was from a farming family from Negros, and they were loaded. Old money that somehow survived the war. So this Ramirez got the best education money can buy-the States, Europe, you name it. He was the doctor’s doctor. And he was a social butterfly, too. Made sure his face was seen at all the right parties, making all the right friends. “Star Doctor” was what they used to call him. Sort of like Vicky Bello, but he did it without the boob jobs and tummy tucks. He just knew people, you know?
Although rumor had it that he had a “side business” that not too many people knew about. His specialty, they said, was making unwanted pregnancies “unhappen” Back in those days, that was a pretty big Dirty Secret. That was why he had so many “friends” in high places, more like they owed him for keeping their skeletons in the closet.
Being young, rich, and famous, it was only a matter of time before he became stupid. Supposedly he got one of his nurses pregnant and tried to convince her to let him abort it, so that neither of them had to bear the “shame” of having a bastard kid. Plus, obviously, he was in no mood to get married. And now this was the really big SUPPOSEDLY- when he couldn’t get his way, he had her drugged, and then did the abortion anyway. She died on the operating table, probably from the drugs. Ramirez was able to cover it up, and he came out of the whole thing smelling like roses.
That was when things got really weird, On any given day, Ramirez would break out into hysterical laughter during hospitals meetings. On other day’s he would start arguing with himself in the middle of surgery, waving his scalpel around. One day, during the morning rush hour, a couple of nurses saw him running down the Nursery hallway, half-naked and his hair a mess. His mouth was open as if trying to scream, but he didn’t make a sound. When he ran out of hallway he ran right through the window. Now the Nursery wasn’t always on the second floor of the Hospital. In those days it was on the fifth floor, up where they have the doctors’ offices these days.
“It’s a true story,” the prof told my brother, because the prof was actually there, and actually saw Ramirez swan dive five stories. Every now and then crying babies could be heard on the fifth floor ( except, you kow, there are no babies anymore on the fifth floor). Sometimes sobbing sounds were heard in the ladies’ bathroom. And a couple of guards have seen Ramirez running down the hall, mouth open in a scream but no sound came out.
Now, you’ve got three young and stupid college kids who’ve just heard this spooky ghost story. What do you think they did? Yeah, they went up to the fifth floor to check the story out.
So the three of them were sitting on a bench outside a doctor’s office on the fifth floor. At about 3 in the morning, Paco woke up, because he heard someone crying, He shook my brother and Jepoy up, and they can both heard it too- it sounded like a woman was crying. But it was not coming from the bathroom. Standing right beside them was this woman in a white hospital gown. According to my bro, she looked completely normal, no missing facial parts or weirdo eye movements. she was kind and pretty, even. “Do you want to see my baby?” She asked. Before they could answer, she opened her robe and they could see right through her sliced-open stomach into her womb. They saw the fetus hanging there. Then the fetus looked up at them, and squirmed. Now they were really freaked out, and started running for their lives. While they were running, Doctor Ramirez ran right past them, sprinting for his own life, mouth open with no sound coming out. I think it was Jepoy who actually looked behind them and saw this mini army of fetuses crawling on the hospital floor, heading in their direction. They didn’t see Doctor Ramirez dive out the window, but they did hear the sound of breaking glass as they ran down the stairs.
My brother shifted to Fine Arts two weeks later, and he refuses to even look at the General Hospital building. Jepoy shifted out to dentistry, I think, and Paco was sticking it out in Med, but he doesn’t stay after dark at the Hospital.
True Story, man, I swear.