By: Aya Andrea Koji
One of my old friends said that everyone has a third eye, but not everyone has an opened third eye. I, for one, never wanted my third eye to be opened. I’m always scared that when my third eye becomes open. I would instantly see a fleeting image of a bloodied woman or a headless priest. That’s why In never bothered asking my clairvoyant friend to open my third eye, even though she kept on insisting that I should go on with it. She even that seeing entities that cannot be seen by naked eye is so cool.
I saw in one of the books that I have read the steps on how to open one’s third eye. I tried it for kicks, thinking that it would never work anyway. But ever since that day, I would always see of feel presence in our house and even in my school. But there was this certain incident that I never forgot up to thid day and still brings chills down to spine. I studied in a local high school during my 3rd and 4th year as a high school student. Ghost stories always circulate around school. A nun walking at night, a white lady appearing during afternoon classes, but the scariest in those stories was the evil entity lurking inside the Chesmistry lab. During my midterm exam, my Chemistry teacher decided to give us an unusual test, not the usual one when they hand over test papers. She decided that we shoule conduct an experiment. I’m a sucker for Chemistry that’s why I spent almost all of my spare time in the laboratory, perfecting my experiment. One time, I didn’t attend my last class in order to conduct a last-minute experimentation in the lab. With my partner Jamie, we went inside the lab and started organizing the necessary tools to be used for the said experiment. “Dia (that’s what my close friends call me), I’ll just go to Ma’am Lopez and ask for a magnesium ribbon. I can’t seem to find one in the shelf,” my partner Jamie said as she looked at me intently, waiting for my permission.
I nodded and said, ” Just hurry up, Jamie, I can’t do this all alone. And we really need that magnesium ribbon.”
Jamie walked off and I started the experiment. A few minutes later, I started to feel woozy and light- headed. It’s just because of the fumes, I thought. I didn’t want to rush the experiment since I was beginning to freak out already. I was hearing light footsteps behind me. I also could also hear some shuffling behind me, as if someone was working behind me using papers. I remembered the talks about an evil entity residing inside the lab. That was the reason why I didn’t want to be left alone in the lab. I didn’t even bother to look for the source of the weird sounds . I just might see a something that I might regret seeing. About 10 minutes later, Jamie still didn’t return with the magnesium ribbon. Annoyed, I looked for a magnesium ribbon inside the shelf hoping that Jamie just made a mistake and didn’t check all the jars. When I opened the glass door, I felt someone touching my shoulder. I turned around thinking that it was Jamie and she already brought the magnesium ribbon with her. But I saw nothing but air behind me. I shrugged and continued looking for the missing material in our experiment, but fear was overtaking my more sensible self.
“Jamie, where the heck are you? I’m so gonna kill you once you come back….”I whispered to myself, trying to ease my tension. A few minutes, more, I gave up waiting. I headed towards the closed door when I felt an invisible force push me back. I stumbled backwards, looking bewildered and shocked. I wanted to scream, but I felt my voice deserted me. Every ounce of courage I had left me also. I gulped. One more time, I tried to reach out for the door, but someone, or rather something, was strangling me from behind. I couldn’t breathe and I tried prying away the iron grip of my captor. When I broke free, I heard a demonic laugh.
That’s was it, I had enough. That experience made me scamper away from the room. I didn’t know that I was already crying. I reached my History classroom. My classmates saw my ashen face and I was shaking. They gathered around me, concerned. I cried. My teacher asked me what happened and I told him everything. My Chemistry teacher and Jamie arrived soon enough. They said that they saw the lab really messy. The chairs were upturned, some vials and other equipments broken, our experiment was spilled on the floor. I refused to go back to the lab, even to retrieve my things. I was afraid that I might experience it once again. That’s why I vowed never to return to that lab, over again. But if I really need to do something in the lab, I make sure, always make sure, that i’m never alone. And I am always the first one to leave the premises.