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This story happened during my college days. I was a graduating student taking up Mass Communication at a College in the University belt in Manila. A requirements to graduate is for our class to produce a short film, My friend Chad (not his real name)and I wrote the script, with me taking on the responsibility of the director. The story was a suspense- thriller like the like the movie scream.
We had to do location hunts that will suit every scene. The climax of the story was a barkada (clique) outing where the serial killer will be revealed. I chose a beach resort in Naic, Cavite as a good place for us to shoot the scene.
Before we arrived at the resort, we encountered different kinds of trouble: One of our actress was not physically and mentally prepared for the shoot; I had no spare tire for my car’s flat tires the day before the shooting day; some of my crew had gone missing the night before. We were nearing the deadline of for the film, so as director and team leader I decided to proceed with the shoot. “Whatever happens, happens,” was my attitude.
As we arrived at the resort I was shocked by its ambiance. Shocked, but happy. I had been to the resort a couple of months before but now it was totally different from when I first came there. A storm had gone through it recently, wrecked cottages and fences, dead plants and trees. There was no one else there but a few caretaker and a little white dog. It looked like an abandoned beach resort. And that suited the scenes we were about to shoot! I ordered everybody to prepare before the darkness fell. Together with the production team, I studied the place, checked the angles for the cameras and lights, ready to film just as the night fell.
We took our dinner break at around 8 p.m. As I finished eating, I glanced at the place where I will film Sharon, the actress that wasn’t mentally and physically ready. As I checked the place, I felt somebody watching us. I saw a tall man’s shadow walking around the area. I immediately went back to the cottage to get my rosary. I didn’t tell anybody about what I saw to prevent any commotion. My classmates knew beforehand that I could perceive with my third eye. We continue filming after the break. By 11 p.m. I felt exhausted. I asked my assistant to take over to allow myself a short nap. During the nap I had a mind-boggling dream. I dreamt of a man. around 40 to 50 years old, wearing floral-designed polo and white shorts. He was pointing and walking around us while we were filming. With him was a white dog, the same dog that I had been ignoring the whole day. When I woke up I hurriedly ran to the shore where the crew was filming. The white dog was still there, staring at me as I ran towards the group. I didn’t tell anybody about my dream or anything that might panic my crew. We continue filming. By 12:30 a.m. we were about to shoot in the place where I saw the tall man’s shadow. As we checked on the camera angles, Sharon approached me and told me that she wasn’t comfortable with the place. “Parang ayoko yata dito mag-shoot, kinikilabutan ako . ( I don’t think I want to shoot here. It’s giving me the creeps.), she said.
Even though I knew what was there, I made them believe that I didn’t feel anything. I told myself, ” We have to take the risk. We have to finish this film.” The scene was this: Sharon, holding a flashlight, walking towards the camera while shouting for her missing friend. To speed things up, I manned the camera. Take one; Sharon was afraid to walk; she could barely act. Take two: I saw the man’s shadow following behind her. Sharon stopped walking and told me that she heard somebody whispering near her while she was walking. Take three: Sharon run towards the camera, screaming. She looked to her right and collapsed.
When I turned my head in the same direction, a demon’s face was a few inches from my face.
Everybody panicked as Sharon collapsed. One of my crew carried Sharon to our cottage. Everybody in the cottage was shocked and curious about what happened. Sharon was placed on the bed, still unconscious. Some of my classmates were already crying as we told them the story. We didn’t know what to do with Sharon. Then I remembered that we left one of our cameras at the sites the camera that I had been using, and I left it on and still recording. I asked for a volunteer to come with me to get the cam but nobody was brave enough. I was left to do it myself. But as I opened the door, a heavy wind slammed the door in my face, making me lose courage.
My classmate who used to be a volleyball spiker slapped Sharon across the face to bring her back to consciousness to no avail. Then Sharon opened her eyes in a different manner. She stared at us and started to lose her head- she shouted and screamed. Six of us, big men including me, held her down. I was holding her right arm. She was growling in a very deep voice. I asked her who the spirit was, thinking that it was the one I saw in my dreams. As we held her we heard noises banging everywhere on the walls, floor, ceiling, and even the lights were turning on and off. It was like a Shake, Rattle and Roll episode. We prayed as we held her. When she calmed down we asked her to pray with us. She was eager to pray at first but the spirit that was in her wouldn’t allow her to continue. The second time she calmed down, she hurriedly told us that it was “Paciano.” Her description of him was the same as the man I saw in my dreams. Then she started growling and shouting again. I was so afraid of what was happening that I couldn’t control myself from cursing Paciano and commanding him to let Sharon go. When I looked at Sharon I saw a different face, like she had thicker eyebrows.
I was sure that our group prayers urged the spirit to let go of her, but it took us hours to do so. We were able to expel it from her but it was still roaming inside the room, choosing its next victim. I commanded everyone to guard each other and never let fear conquer our faith. We held hands and formed a circle while continuing our prayers. The sun was rising when we finally felt calm.
When morning came, I immediately went back to fetch the camera that I left. It was still there but it was off. We checked for damage or detect, turning it on. We played the scene that scared us; the cam had captured it all. Sharon running towards the camera, shouting then collapsing. We heard our shouting voice as we left the film gear on the ground. And there it was, the tall man’s dark shadow walking from right to left and back while staring at the camera. Everyone saw this video clip and we were horrified. We decided not to finish the film and went straight to the nearest church to get blessed. We hoped that our professors would believe our story since we had captured it on film.
As we packed our things, we had a chance to talk to the caretakers of the resort. When we told them what happened, they told us that they heard the shouting from the night before. They thought it was part of the film so they ignored us. I asked one of them if there was any story about a man named Paciano. They knew his story: Paciano had died in the ocean decades ago. There were a lot of stories about his spirit guarding the resort. According to them, his spirit was harmless; he was one of the good ones. If that was the case, I thought, we were not battling Paciano last night but a totally different spirit. After packing up we went to the nearby church. At first, the priest wouldn’t believe us. He was a skeptic about these things, but just to make us relax he would offer a mass for us. When he started the mass, I knelt down. As I did, felt a spirit beside me. It went out from the resort to join us. The priest ordered us to fall in line to bless us with holy water. There were five of us who could strongly feel the spirits around us and we were in the last line. When our turn came, the priest stopped and said” Ayoko na, hindi ko na kaya. (I don’t want to anymore. I can’t do it anymore.)” It seemed that the demons were with us and the priest was too weak to face them. On the way home, we still had the frightening experience in our minds. We talked to our professors and told them the whole story. Some believed us, some didn’t. When we showed them the video clip. it was all gone; it seemed like it was a new blank tape. Mr. Reyes, one of our professors also has the third eye. He told us that it was neither an ordinary lost spirit nor a simple black one; it was the fifth demon that we faced. He told us that if God had his angels so did Satan. Paciano was one of the good guys; he gave us signs and guarded us. If he wasn’t there the time Sharon was possessed we might have lost her. Until now, every time I tell this incident, I feel their presence- Paciano and the fifth demon.