my sister is a tourism graduate, and back in school they had to travel to all sorts of places—as part of their curriculum. it was quite an adventure for a homebody like my sister.

their class had gone all over the philippines, and some other countries in asia. they’ve gone to beaches, they’ve gone camping—they’ve done all sorts of things. but from all the stories she shared, i always remember the one that came from baguio.

baguio is the summer capital of the philippines. it’s also a place full of ghost stories. and like most ghost stories, this one happened at night:

my sister’s class was staying at one of the cheaper hotels in baguio. the rooms were okay, but the hallways tend to go really dark at night. not a problem though as there are a lot of them in the class, no one is ever by her self. [oh and by the way, my sister went to an all-girls college.] also, a room has at least four girls. so it never got too scary.

on their last night in baguio, my sister’s classmates thought it would be fun to go out. experience the night life in baguio, so to speak. but my sister, being the homebody that she is, opted to stay. one of her roommates decided to stay too.

since there were no keys, my sister and her roommates agreed that those who were going out would knock loudly for her to open the door for them. and off they went.

the next morning, my sister woke up to her roommate’s loud chatter.

at the breakfast table, a classmate was complaining about their room’s bathroom that wouldn’t stay locked. and soon my sister’s roommates had joined the table.

one of my sister’s roommates told my sister that she sure moved fast. my sister was perplexed. she asked what her classmate meant, and the girl reminded her of what happened the night before.

my sister, having no clue, asked what happened.

the roommate told her that when they knocked the night before, no one was answering them. which scared them a little, since there were only two of them left in the hallway. and it was dark. and then, my sister finally woke up to answer the door—only to pretend to still be sleeping.

my sister told her that she really was sleeping. that she didn’t remember waking up. she asked if maybe their other roommate had opened the door.

her roommate said that it was impossible, as their other roommate was a deep sleeper—and wouldn’t be able to pretend as well as she did about being asleep.

and no matter what my sister said otherwise, no one would believe her that she didn’t open the door.