Well I have one more, not outside again- inside Chinatown in Manila if that is OK. Used to ride the Rabbit Bus there to practice Shaolin from the airbase- really fun times, about a 100 years ago, seems like now.
Martial law was still on in the Philippines. You had to be inside by midnight. My pardner and me usually went together sometimes some other GI's but at first it was mostly us. In most KF gyms you drink hot tea not water, and our gym had house keepers "tea girls" that would do the cleaning and make the tea prior to practice, the gym was in a very old area with a lot of history and had been a kwoon for years.
Well the tea girls started to complain about ghosts, multo! shadows and weird feelings like a pat on the back and such things- it went on for a while no one paid much attention. Again- like my other story, they did not want to go in there alone and never after dusk.
Later some of the Chinese guys started to see and feel some things
in the gym, more talk about strange goings on- but no action. Shadows and murmurs.
Then--
One night, my friend went down there alone- a good practice talking to the guys after class- he missed the last bus. Not good! the P.C. might rob you if the caught you out after cerfew or worse- we found that out later but that's another story. He ran back to the gym from the rabbit station, a teacher was there and told him just to crash on the couch in the office till morning, catch the bus back to base at dawn. Cool thanks Sifu! Teacher leaves, alone he covers up with a sheet until--
Sleeping in the office, he heard some noise in the gym WTH? woke up with some foot steps, then clanking of iron rings and the swish, swish swissshh of a chain whip in the gym- door to the gym was shut. Door rattled. oh hell no! He said he shut his eyes covered his head with the sheet and prayed for the rest of the long night . Morning came he beat feet to the Rabbit bus station.
True? or not dunno- I was not there, but my friend never lied to me and was one of the toughest guys I ever met. A real kung fu man in the real meaning of the word, never got close to him in skill. Damn sure he did not scare easy but that night he said he was scareed.
Later they had a Taoist priest come in and have a discussion with what ever it was in the gym- put some yellow paper talismins up, and it stopped for the most part.
But nobody wanted to be alone in there after dark ever again...
Martial law was still on in the Philippines. You had to be inside by midnight. My pardner and me usually went together sometimes some other GI's but at first it was mostly us. In most KF gyms you drink hot tea not water, and our gym had house keepers "tea girls" that would do the cleaning and make the tea prior to practice, the gym was in a very old area with a lot of history and had been a kwoon for years.
Well the tea girls started to complain about ghosts, multo! shadows and weird feelings like a pat on the back and such things- it went on for a while no one paid much attention. Again- like my other story, they did not want to go in there alone and never after dusk.
Later some of the Chinese guys started to see and feel some things
in the gym, more talk about strange goings on- but no action. Shadows and murmurs.
Then--
One night, my friend went down there alone- a good practice talking to the guys after class- he missed the last bus. Not good! the P.C. might rob you if the caught you out after cerfew or worse- we found that out later but that's another story. He ran back to the gym from the rabbit station, a teacher was there and told him just to crash on the couch in the office till morning, catch the bus back to base at dawn. Cool thanks Sifu! Teacher leaves, alone he covers up with a sheet until--
Sleeping in the office, he heard some noise in the gym WTH? woke up with some foot steps, then clanking of iron rings and the swish, swish swissshh of a chain whip in the gym- door to the gym was shut. Door rattled. oh hell no! He said he shut his eyes covered his head with the sheet and prayed for the rest of the long night . Morning came he beat feet to the Rabbit bus station.
True? or not dunno- I was not there, but my friend never lied to me and was one of the toughest guys I ever met. A real kung fu man in the real meaning of the word, never got close to him in skill. Damn sure he did not scare easy but that night he said he was scareed.
Later they had a Taoist priest come in and have a discussion with what ever it was in the gym- put some yellow paper talismins up, and it stopped for the most part.
But nobody wanted to be alone in there after dark ever again...
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