This story based on real stories in the Philippines requested by someone I know some of these stories have footage sent to me, I changed most of the place,date and story. once again this story was only inspired on the real experience in the Philippines.
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“The Tunnel Route”
There’s a tunnel in northern Cebu that no one wants to drive through past midnight.
Locals say it’s just a superstition. A “provincial ghost story” meant to scare off travelers. But if you ask long-time drivers, especially those who’ve done night shifts—they’ll avoid it when they can. Or at the very least, they don’t look in their mirrors when they’re inside.
It’s not just a tunnel. It’s like the dark there is thicker. And too silent. No signal, no echoes. No matter how loud the radio plays, your ears feel... alone.
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Driver’s Statement – Name Withheld (Recorded Oct 2022)
> "It was 2:47 AM. I remember the exact time because I just finished a delivery in the city and was heading back home to Danao. I took the tunnel shortcut—it’s faster, and I’ve done it a hundred times.
That night, it rained hard. My wipers were barely helping, and the road misted. I turned down the radio and drove slower.
As I was halfway through the tunnel, I saw a girl. A woman.
She was standing by the side, just before the curve. Soaked. Pale. Her head down. I couldn’t just leave her there—it was cold, dangerous, and that tunnel’s not somewhere you want to linger.
She didn’t wave or ask for help. But I stopped.
I called out from the window, ‘Miss, you okay? Do you need a ride?’
She didn’t reply. But when I unlocked the doors, she quietly got into the backseat.
I asked where she was headed. She said, ‘Just past the end of the tunnel.’
I thought nothing of it. Maybe she lived nearby. I tried to start a conversation, but she didn’t answer much.
She smelled like cold stone. Wet cement. The kind of smell that sticks in your teeth.
Then... I passed a mirror. A side mirror on the wall. You know those? The convex ones they use to check for traffic.
I glanced at it.
There was no one in my backseat.
I looked at the rearview mirror—empty. But I could hear her breathing. Right behind me.
I wanted to stop, but my arms locked. My legs wouldn’t listen.
Then she whispered—very close to my ear:
‘This is where I died.’
The car turned cold. Windows fogged up from inside. My vision blurred for a second—then everything snapped back. I slammed the brakes outside the tunnel and jumped out.
The backseat was soaked, dripping. But no one was there.
I still have the dashcam footage. The door opened. Closed. I was talking, answering someone.
But no one was in the car.
Just my voice.
And one frame—barely a second long—of a girl in the backseat.
No eyes. Just a black, gaping mouth. Like it was still screaming underwater."
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Since then, five other drivers have reported similar encounters. Some say the girl follows them home. One reported waking up soaked, with muddy footprints around his bed.
That tunnel is still open.
But if you're ever driving through it, late, alone, and you see a girl on the side of the road?
Don’t stop.
And whatever you do—
Don’t look in the mirror.
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This story was inspired on real experience in the Philippines.
if you're a Filipino you're probably familiar of the footage of a taxi driver in Baguio city who stopped for a passenger at midnight and the footage shows his backseat door opens and close yet no one was inside, until the taxi driver checked on his passenger through his rearview mirror he found out he was talking to no one.
Dashcam footage:
https://youtube.com/shorts/Sqh33e1i0-I?si=jDRxJJiV6y_i5r8p
