Tales of Faraday
Posted by twisted_virgo at 08:43 AM on July 1, 2005 as a stickied post.
I live in a modest studio type unit somewhere here in Faraday in the outskirts of Makati. Far from the rumbling day time traffic and the bustling city crowd of the business district I seek solitude with another soul in this ghetto kinda place. I have lived here since March of this year nursing my heart and mind from the pressure of family, friends and lovers alike. I sought solitude here. First moves, first times, first tries these things are never easy and I can say for sure. The moment I stepped into this place, I cannot help but compare it to home. Home sweet home. The ambiance is totally different... oh and let me tell you how i survived with food. Let's just say thanks to inovation for having modified the noodles these days. Anyway. I had a roomate. She can be another story if you'd like but then again let me just give you a brief. One friend told me that if Alan K would see her walking down the street, he'll grab her guts for sure and sue her for all she's worth.. why? because Alan K will lose his career if she is discovered by Eat Bulaga to have owned the nose! 
So there.. now you've got a pretty good idea of how she is. And she is the typical virgin who is a kill joy as well. I don't how she survived her life for 23 years. But I sure am not as pathetic as her. The minute I started talking about positions and blow jobs and boys and drugs. I wasn't giving her any impression but she sure blew me away saying the words "Oh my God!" and "What?!" ever so often in between. She made me sound like a hooker speaking in front of the church! ack! 
Can you just imagine that? She is so weird and so paranoid and oh so god damn pathetic.
One time when a friend and I were out on our usual weekend gimmick, she was left alone in the unit of course. Then when we got home we unlock the doors and click the lights on, she snapped. Then when we asked what is she so jiggy about, she told us this.
When we were out the whole night, she was hearing knocks on the doors of our pad and the walls that never stops. The next door peeps moved out a week ago, so she stood up and opened the lights and freaked out...
I never believed her of course. I was born a skeptic and a half. Plus it's already 2005 would you really believe that ghosts still exist? C'mon!
But I never can know can I?
The skeptic in me was lost when one cool night, i was hanging out alone waiting for my friend to come home in our pad. The other one who we call Chona who was the kill joy virgin left the pad a week ago and still the next door peeps have gone for months to date. I was left alone but not for the first time. But this night, i never knew it's gonna be quite a ride.
I was listening to MYMP's album that night, smoking and playing with my palm when I heard a faint knocking sequence. I wasn't even sure if i heard it on the door or on the walls. I thought, what the fuck! .... it could be just the manongs on the lower units trying to clean the place or repairing something...so i just lay there.. singing... listening and playing with my tungsten.
It never ceased.
The knocking continued at a very disciplined sequence without stops and its getting harder to ignore. Not minding if there are no people on the other side of our apartment or not I stood and opened the door.... thinking that one of my friends could be knocking trying to see if I am awake or something.
I opened the door.
I only saw black.
Damn. It was just dark. 
Who was there I do not know. Who plays with my mind I do not know... but one thing's for sure... there wasn't anyone when I opened the door...