Headless Priest This particular story happened to my Boyfriend during his high school days, in one of the popular catholic school in the metro. He experienced this scary incident during the Junior-Senior Prom. He was assigned as one of the ushers of the said event, and as an usher, he would patrol the school grounds for any high school student who would decide to have unwanted solitary time. Wielding his flashlight, he walked down the halls of the famous old building of the campus and whistled a happy tune as he scanned the area. It was really quiet at the said part of the school and he wondered why the silence was so deafening and disturbing for some reason. He patrolled down the halls until he realized that the library door was open. Aha he whispered to himself and slowly entered the quiet and dark library. Inside he flashed his flashlight all over the place and said Hello? Is anybody here? Nobody answered and he entered the area cautiously until his flashlight caught sight of someone at the far corner of the room. The person seemed to be wearing a brown priest clothing, somewhat of a monk and he seemed to be browsing an old book. He was reading using the dim light from a candle. Father have you seen a student here? He asked in a respectful tone and slowly walked towards the priest. The priest did not respond and seemed to be solemnly reading the book he was holding, paying no attention to his query. Father? He asked again and this time he was just a few steps away from the priest. He tapped the priest twice on the shoulder and that was when the priest responded, You are the only student I have seen around here. Sshhh... Please keep your silence. Oh, Im sorry, Father. Thank you po He responded and flashed the light at the priest to see who it was so he could thank him. He stopped, and his hands trembled as he saw the priest. He was talking to a priest with NO HEAD! He shouted at the top of his lungs and ran as fast as he could to get out of the library. He knew that his face really went pale and he could perfectly feel the cold sweat flowing from his forehead down his pallid cheeks. He kept shouting vulgar words as he ran down the stairs of the old building and swore that he would not enter the library alone ever again. For that matter, he never volunteered again as an usher to any event of the school. Later on he found out that the Headless Priest is one of the pioneer of that said school. Amanda
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 13:45:00 +0000
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