ROOM 209

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 By:  Ma. Izza Puey

Eight years ago (back in 2000)  my mother had an operation and was  confined  in the hospital, staying  on the second floor,  Room 209. Our family  doctor  didn’t want us to stay in that room  but we  had no  choice  because it  was the only room available. The first night  of our stay, at  9:45 p.m. the  doorknob  kept turning, as  if  someone was twisting if like  a screw. Slowly  at first but then it  kept  going faster  and faster  until it  finally popped  out. The door slowly  opened  and a  gust  of wind  breezed  into our room, leaving  the door  open. Nobody was outside.  On the second night  of our stay, at around  9:30 p.m.  we were  getting  ready for bed when we heard  a child’s  cry coming  from the  bathroom. Our  helper searched  the  bathroom but found  no one.  But when  she looked  in the mirror.  she saw a  reflection  of a child’s face in  the window, dripping with blood. When she  looked  at the  window, the  face  was gone  but the sound  of a child’s  laughter  filled  the whole  room.  The next morning , our family  doctor conducted  her daily rounds,  We told  her what  happened last night and we  requested a transfer  to another  room . She  wasn’t  shocked  or surprised  by our request. She  told us  that she, had a similar  experience  when she  was confined to this room.  She was reading the Bible at around  10 P.M. when the  bathroom  door slowly  opened. A group  of hooded people  in black  clothing paraded  in front  of her,  floating  in midair. They were all  looking at her, some with faces  you could  barely make out and some  without  any faces  at all. They were  carrying  a large  black  coffin  and the  guy in  front  was carrying  a big black cross.  They stopped  as the coffin creaked  open and a women in white  jumped  out. She had a mass of  black hair that  covered her whole  face but a pair  of red  eyes  shone  through the thick  tresses.  Our doctor  maintained  her courage  and kept  praying  the Apostle’s  Creed  over and over.  The hooded people  continued  their parade, passing through the closed window, leaving the doctor   open-mouthed  with the Bible still  clutched in her hands.  When our  family doctor left the room, she sent in a pregnant nurse to check  my mother’s  temperature. Our helper liked to gossip so she  told the nurse  what happened  to us and to our family doctor.  The nurse also shared  with us similar experiences that  happened  and to our  family doctor.  The nurse also shared with us similar experiences that happened  to other patients  who were confined in this room.

According  to her,  an old man was confined  in this  room last year  because of  bronchitis. His watcher  went down to eat lunch in the cafeteria, leaving  the old man alone. Just  as the old man was drifting  off to sleep,  the bathroom door opened  and a  couple  wearing  old,  dusty wedding  clothes  came out.  They were  carrying  a red pillow   in their  hands  and suffocated  the helpless old man  with it.  When  his  watcher returned, he saw  the old man dead, his face  already  a shade  of blue.   Back in the late 90’s  a pregnant  nurse  aborted  her baby in the  bathroom  of this  very room. Maybe  she felt  guilty  so she  jumped  out the window. Her body was  found in the parking  area the  next morning. Nurse in this  hospital say that  her soul  still wanders  around the hospital  grounds. Maybe the child  that our helper  saw yesterday  was  the spirit  of her baby,  jealous  that he was  deprived  of the  right  to live.  “But  how  do you know all  this?”  I asked  the pregnant  nurse.  “Oh, I have my sources,”  she replied with a wink  As she  left the room,  we saw a  trickle of blood  run down  her leg.  Out of  curiosity. I asked  our helper, “How  did she  know the story of that old  man when  he did not live  to tell it?  Could it be….?”

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