This is the story of my twin classmates in Cavite State University. They are Martha and Maria. Martha gave me the permission and opportunity to put their story into texts. This story was made in honor of my late classmate, Maria. What you are about to read was told in Martha’s point of view.
“Ano ka ba, pag ang letter “V” ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay binabasang letter “U” at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter “V” - Maria
MORITVM TE SALVTAMVS
EST DEXTRVMI CVRITE
AVE VERSVS CRISTVS
VERVM DE TREVI
VERMI EST REFLEXVM
ARVM DRI TRIPVM
DEXTRVMI LENTENVM
AVE SATANI
Eto lamang ang huling ala-ala ng kakambal kong si Maria bago siya namatay…
September 12, 2002…
Tandang-tanda ko ang araw na ito. Ito ang sumunod na araw matapos bombahin ng mga terorista ang twin tower sa US noong nakaraang taon ng 2001. Ito rin ang araw kung saan ko huling nakasama pauwi ng bahay ang kakambal kong si Maria.
Mga bandang alas-kwatro y medja na ng hapon. Nakasakay kami ng kambal kong si Maria ng bus pauwing Cavite City ng may nakita siyang isang lumang wallet ng lalaki sa lapag ng inuupuan naming bus. Medyo luma na ang wallet na ito; kulay itim at medyo laspag na. May isang litrato sa loob. Tama kami ng hinala, lalake nga ang may may-ari ng wallet. Medyo may kalumaan na ang litrato. Malutong na ang papel at black and white or should I say brown and white pa ang kulay ng litrato. Bukod sa litrato ay mayroon ding mga nakaipit na tarheta (calling card) , papel na may sulat, reseta ng doktor, mga tickets sa bus at P78.
Wala naman talaga akong habol sa wallet maliban sa P78. Gusto ko sana ay paghatian naming magkapatid yung pera, pambili kahit man lamang ng burger. Ngunit iba si Maria. Sa aming magkapatid masasabi ko talagang mabait siya ng higit kaysa sa akin. Gusto niyang isauli namin ang wallet sa mayari dahil baka mahalaga raw ito sa kanya dahil nga may resetang nakaipit sa loob. Noong mga oras na iyon gusto niyang ibigay na lamang sa driver ng bus ang wallet. Kaya naman agad-agad akong nag-isip ng paraan upang huwag na niyang magawa ang binabalak niyang pagsaoli ng wallet sa driver.
“Para!”
Kahit mga dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bababaan namin ni Maria ay pinahinto ko na ang bus. Dahil sa hindi pa handa sa pagbaba ay nataranta si Maria dali-daling inayos ang mga bitbit niyang gamit at bumunot ng pamasahe namin sabay bayad sa driver.
“Eto pong bayad, dalawa galing Tanza.”
Matapos magbayad at masuklian ay bumaba na rin siya.
“Ano ka ba Martha, dalawang kanto pa ang layo ng bahay natin dito sa pinagparahan mo”
Biglang bumalik sa akin ang sisi. Medyo may kalayuan nga talaga ang pinagparahan ko ng bus. Medyo naiinis na natatawa sa akin si Maria, galing kasi kami sa dorm noon at marami kaming dalang maruruming damit kaya naman may kahirapan nga talaga ang maglakad ng malayo.
“Tricycle!”
Lumapit ang tricycle. Una akong sumakay at sumunod naman si Maria.
“Sa Novero po”
“Ano ka ba Martha, kulang na ang pera natin pangtricycle”
“Diba may napulot kang wallet?, Ehdi yung pera muna dun ang gamitin nating pambayad sa tricycle. Palitan nalang natin paghumingi tayo ng pera kina mama.”
. . . . . . . .
“Dyan lang po sa may gate na blue.”
Binayaran rin ni Maria ang driver ng tricycle gamit ang pera mula sa napulot niyang wallet.
“Ma…, Pa…, nandito na po kami!”
Walang sumasagot. Walang tao sa bahay. Dumeretso ako sa kusina. Si Maria naman ay dumeretso sa kwarto namin.
May sulat na iniwan si mama sa mesa sa kusina. Wala pala sina mama at papa, nagpunta sa Laguna para asikasuhin ang titulo ng lupa namin doon. Medyo nagkakagulo na rin kasi ang mga pamilya ni mama doon sa Laguna tungkol sa lupa namin nuong mga panahong iyon.
Pumasok ako sa kwarto namin ni Maria. Nakita ko siyang nakadapa sa kama niya at tinitingnan kung ano ang mga laman ng wallet na napulot niya kanina.
“Maria nasa Laguna raw sina mama at papa para ayusin ang titulo ng lupa natin doon”
“Martha, halika rito, tingnan mo itong sulat na nakaipit sa wallet.”
“Ano yan?”
“Ewan ko, baka anting-anting”
“Latin yata yan eh.”
“Ewan”
Sinubukan kong basahin ang sulat ngunit talagang mahirap bigkasin. Biglang inagaw sa akin ni Maria ang sulat.
“Ano ka ba, pag ang letter “V” ay nasa pagitan ng mga consonant ito ay binabasang letter “U” at pag ito naman ay nasa pagitang ng ng mga vowels o kaya naman ay sinusundan ng mga vowels, ito binabasang letter “V”
“Asus! At saan mo naman natutunang magbasa ng Latin?”
“Basta alam ko yan”
“Sige nga.”
“MORITUM TE SALUTAMUS, EST DEXTRUMI CURITE, AVE VERSUS CRISTUS, VERUM DE TREVI, VERMI EST REFLEXUM, ARUM DRI TRIPUM, DEXTRUMI LENTENUM, AVE SATANI”
“Ang galing ah parang totoo, bahala ka nga sa buhay mo, kakain na ako”
“Martha anong miryenda?”
“Miryendahin mo’ng mukha mo!”
Pumunta ako ng kusina, binuksan ang refrigerator at naghanap ng maaaring kainin. Samantalang, si Maria naman ay hindi na lumabas ng kwarto namin. Mga bandang ala-sais kwarenta y sinco na nang bumalik ako sa kwarto namin.
“O, akala ko ba magmimiryenda ka?”
“Ayoko na. Bigla kasi akong nahilo pagtayo ko kanina kaya hindi nalang ako lumabas.”
“Nagugutom ka ba?”
“Hindi na, nalipasan na yata ako ng gutom”
Pagkasabing-pagkasabi ni Maria noon ay bigla siyang napaduwal. Kaya dali-dali siyang nagtungo sa banyo namin sa kwarto at sumuka sa lababo.
Makalipas ang ilang minuto…
“Mmm...arthaaa! Mmm…arthaaa!”
Nanginginig na sigaw ni Maria. Parang may halong takot ang pagkakasigaw niya noon sa pangalan ko. Nataranta ako sa ginawang pagsigaw ni Maria. Napabalikwas ako sa pagkakaupo at napatakbo papuntang banyo.
Nakita ko siyang nakatungkod ang isang kamay sa lababo at ang isa ay hawak-hawak ang kanyang dibdib habang patuloy na nakatingin at umiiyak sa harap ng salamin.
“Baket?”
“Anong nangyari?”
“Maria napa-ano ka?”
Sunud-sunod kong tanong kay Maria.
Hindi ko alam ang nangyari kay Maria sa loob ng banyo hanggang sa bigla na lamang akong natakot at kinabahan sa sumunod na nangyari…
Unti-unting napaluhod at umiyak si Maria. Patuloy ang kanyang panginginig. Mula sa paimpit na iyak ay unti-unti itong nagkatinig. Tinig ng hagulgol. Nakakaawa. Nakakakaba. Nakakatakot.
Matibay si Maria. Matapang. Ngunit bumilis ang kaba ng dibdib ko ng makita ko ang nangyari sa kanya sa loob ng banyo. Alam kong may masamang nangyari sa kanya. Hindi basta-basta magkakaganito si Maria ng walang mabigat na dahilan.
Kinabukasan…
“Kring…kring!”
Nag-ring ang telepono. Si mama, medyo matatagalan daw sila bago makauwi ng bahay dahil may aberya pa rin daw sa lupa. Kailangan daw maayos iyon bago umuwi sina lola (ang nanay ni mama) na nasa US sa 24 (ibig niyang sabihin, September 24, 2002).
Ok na si Maria. Parang walang masamang nangyari kahapon. Mga ilang ulit ko na ring pinagtangkaang tanungin siya tungkol sa kung ano ba talaga ang nangyari sa kanya sa banyo, ngunit palagi niya itong iniiwasan. Minsan pa nga, palihis ang mga pagsagot niya sa aking mga tanong upang maiba ang usapan.
Dumaan ang Sabado, Linggo at sa wakas Lunes na naman. Pasukan na naman. Biglang nilagnat si Maria. Medyo nahihilo raw siya. Ako na lamang daw ang pumasok at ipagpaalam ko raw siya sa aming mga instructors.
“Sabihin mo sa kanila baka bukas nalang ako pumasok, masama pa kasi ang pakiramdam ko.”
Martes, September 17, 2002, 7:12 ng umaga.
“Too-toot, too-toot!”
One message received. Si Maria.
“Nwa2la *** ID me. Ndi u b ndla?”
“Nope. Ala skin *** ID u. Bka nsa bag ng mrumi mong dmit. Ppsok n b u?”
Walang na akong narecived na text mula kay Maria nung araw na yun. Hanggang mga bandang alas sais ng gabi, ako na ang nagtext kay Maria.
“Oi, *** hapend 2 u? Msma p b pkiramdam u? Kla me ppsok n u knina?
Wala pa ring reply.
Siguro wala nang load si Maria.
Dumaan ang Miyerkules at Huwebes. Uwian na naman. Apat na araw lang ang pasok namin nuon. Inimpake ko na ang mga marurumi kong damit at umuwi na sa Cavite City.
Pagdating ko sa bahay…
“Maria!”
“Maria!”
Walang sumasagot. Binukasan ko ang pinto. Ang baho ng bahay. Amoy bulok na laman.
“Ang baho!”
“Maria……….Maria!”
Lumabas si Maria ng banyo. Katatapos lang magsipilyo ng ngipin.
“Maria ano yung mabaho. Amoy patay na daga.”
“Dyan yun sa kapitbahay. Namatay kasi yung aso nila. Nasagasaan. At matapos masagasaan ay nagawa pang makabalik ng kulungan at duon na namatay.”
“Eh bakit hindi inilibing?”
“Wala ang may ari. Hindi pa umuuwi ilang araw na. Hindi rin naman mailibing ng ibang kapit-bahay dahil naka-lock ang gate.
“O, naka-lock pala ang gate, bakit nakalabas pa rin yung aso?”
“Malay ko.”
“Naku isara mo nga yang bintana para hindi pumasok dito ang amoy. Nakakasuka.”
Isinara nga ni Maria ang bintana. Maya-maya pa ay naghapunan na ako. Ayaw sumabay ni Maria sa akin dahil nawalan daw siya ng gana. Isa pa nagsipilyo na raw siya ng ngipin. Kaya mag-isa nalang akong kumain.
Nang matutulog na ako ay tumabi nalang ako kay Maria. Double-deck kasi ang kama namin. Ako sa itaas at si Maria ang sa ibaba. Ayoko sa itaas. Tapat na tapat sa bintana ang mukha ko. Tiyak na langhap na langhap ko ang amoy ng namatay na aso sa kabila.
Nang nahiga ako, amoy parin ang baho ng patay na aso. Dumikit na yata sa kama namin ang amoy kaya nag spray ako ng air freshener.
“Bat hindi ko naisip yan?”
“Oo nga, ilang araw ka nang nagtitiis ng amoy dito, hindi mo man lamang naisipang mag-spray ng air freshener.”
Kinabukasan…
Unang nagising sa akin si Maria. Paglabas ko ng bahay nakita ko siyang nanunuod ng T.V. Alas diyes na pala.
“Martha kumain ka na. Nandyan yung tinapay sa mesa. Yung palaman natatakpan ng plato.”
Normal ang araw na iyon at ang mga sumunod na araw.
Linggo ng hapon, inaayos ko na ang mga damit ko na dadalhin ko papuntang dorm. Balak kong umuwi na sa dorm at duon na lamang matulog kahit ala-una pa ng Lunes ang pasok namin ni Maria.
‘Ikaw hindi ka ba sasama?”
“Hindi na. Hindi pa ako naglalaba ng mga gamit ko nuong nakaraan. Marurumi pa ang uniform ko. Mamaya pa ako maglalaba.”
“O sya paano? Uwi na ako sa dorm?”
“Sige.”
Lunes, magtatanghali na. Hindi pa rin bumabalik ng dorm si Maria. Sinubukan ko mag missed call.
“Sorry, your balance is not enough to make this call. Please reload your phone immediately.”
Wala na akong load pang missed call. Kaya itinext ko nalamang si Maria.
“Oi, nsan n u?”
“Nsa bhay p me. Hndi me nkapaglaba ng dmit khapon dhil ala ng tubig. ***** plang me ngla2ba.”
Natapos ang araw. Medyo nakakapagod. Ang lalayo kasi ng mga building namin. Pagdating sa dorm,nagpahing na ako. Mahaba ang tulog ko noong araw na iyon. Marahil nga ay dahil sa pagod.
Miyerkoles, September 25, 2002, 9: 23 A.M.
Ngayon ang araw ng paguwi nila lola mula sa U.S. siguradong may pasalubong kaming stateside. Eto rin ang araw na nagpagimbal sa akin.
Alas nueve beintetres ng umaga. Nagising ako sa isang text. Isang number ang nagregister sa cellphone ko nang binuksan ko, si Mama pala.
“ANG KPATID M PTAY N. UMUWI K AGAD. – MAMA”
Parang nawala ako sa sarili ko. Kumikilos ako ngunit hindi nararamdaman ng katawan ko. Hindi ako umiiyak ngunit nakatulala. Naligo ako. Nagayos ng sarili. Nagayos ng gamit at umuwi na. Hindi man lamang sumagi sa isip ko kung nanloloko ba ang taong iyon, o si kung mama ba talaga iyon. Ni hindi ko rin man lamang naisip na magreply sa number na iyon. Basta ang alam ko lang kailangan kong umuwi.
Habang papalapit na ang sinasakyan kong tricycle sa bahay, napansin kong nakalabas ang ilan sa mga gamit namin sa bahay. Bukas ang gate at maraming tao. Hinanap ko agad si mama. Nakita ko siyang umiiyak at may binabasang papel. Nang tiningnan ko, isa pala itong autopsy result. Pina-autopsy nila ang bangkay ni Maria.
“ Ma…anong nangyari?”
“Nasaan ka ba? Hindi ka ba umuwi sa bahay?”
“Umuwi po. Bakit ano po ba ang nangyari kay Maria?
Inabot sa akin ni mama ang autopsy result. Nagulat ako at nanlamig. Ayon sa result labing tatlong-araw nang patay si Maria. Natagpuan siyang patay sa ilalim ng kama. Naaagnas na.
Nanginig ako. Nanlamig. Sino ang nakasama ko sa bahay nuong umuwi ako noong Huwebes? Sino ang nakatabi ko sa pagtulog? Sino ang nagrereply sa mga texts ko kay Maria? Natatakot ako, kinakabahan. Lalo pa ng makita ko ang kapitbahay namin.
“Psst…Tagpi! Labas dito!”
Si Tagpi. Ang asong sinabi ni Mariang nasagasaan at namatay sa kulungan.
…
Hanggang ngayon ay malaking palaisipan parin sa akin ang nangyari kay Maria. Malaki ba ang kahulugan ng sulat na napulot namin sa bus? Sinubukan kong hanapin ang kahulugan ng salitang Lating iyon at ayon sa napag-alaman ko, ganito ang kahulugan noon:
Ang salitang MORITVM (moritum) ay nangangahulugan ng kamatayan, ang SALVTMVS (salutamus) ang nangangahulugang to salute or to give honor, TREVI means life, ang AVE VERSVS CRISTVS (ave versus cristus) means hail the anti-christ, ang REFLEXVM (reflexum) ay nangangahulugang reflection, ang DEXTRVMI LENTENVM (dextrumi lentenum) means there will be a wake (lamay) after thirteen days at ang AVE SATANI (ave satani) ay nangangahulugang hail Satan.
Sa madaling salita, ito ay spell. Ayon sa aking nabasa, ito ay ginagamit ng mga tao upang magpakamatay. Ginagamit rin nila ang spell na ito upang ihain o ihandog ang sarili nila sa demonyo upang magkaroon ng masaganang ani ang kanilang maiiwang pamilya. Sa loob ng labing tatlong araw ay makikita mo ang taong nagbasa nito ngunit ang totoo pala ay ito ay isang repleksyon lamang niya. Matatagpuan nalamang ang katawan niya thirteen days after reading the spell.
Ngunit isa sa ipinagtataka ko ay bakit hindi naman nangyari sa akin iyong nangyari sa kapatid ko? Nasagot rin ang tanong kong iyan. Ayon sa librong “The Latin Mystery” ni Johannes Burnt, mahalaga raw ang paraan ng pagbabasa. Marahil isa sa nagligtas sa akin ay ang kamangmangan ko sa pagbabasa ng wikang Latin.
Writer of the story unknown. Email us at pinoyhorrorstories@gmail.com if you own this story. (Please have a proof)
Teka lang… Saglit…
Maiba tayo…
Ikaw binasa mo ba ang sulating Latin na nakapaloob sa kasaysayang ito? Mali kaya ang pagkakabasa mo? Pareho kaya tayo? SANA…
Lunes, Mayo 21, 2012
Silent Screams
My sister isn't one to believe in things that go bump in the night. But that changed when she attended an out-of-town seminar and came face-to-face with an otherworldly presence.
My sister said it was more like a retreat than seminar, really. It was held at one of the vacation houses owned by the company she worked for. It was far from the main road and could only be reached by private vehicles. No public transportation passed by. But you can take a tricycle from the main road and just direct the driver to the house.
It was far from the maddening noise of the city and was nestled amidst mountain ridges that accounted for the breezy afternoons and chilly nights.
However, she found it creepy that the trees had all these crosses on them. One of her officemates said it's because the trees were used for the Station of the Cross during the Lenten season.
It was a week- long seminar. The days were spent with the usual team- building exercises and activities. At night, they would have bonfires and tell encouraging or inspirational stories.
It was during one of these bonfires that she heard about "resident".
Some of her officemates, especially those who had with the company for years and had previously attended these seminars, recounted their encounter with the lodge's apparition. How it would suddenly pass them by on the stairs; how it would appear at the door of the dining area as if checking on them.
But the manager who had been with the company for almost 10 years, would quickly debunk the stories and call them "nonsense." And my sister, as I've said earlier, was not one to easily believe such talk. So, she and the manager had a good time laughing the stories off.
The third night of the seminar, as they were all preparing to go to bed, one of her officemates came rushing to her room. The officemate told her she heard something moving, rustling, inside her closet and asked my sister to accompany her to check it out.
It was my sister who opened the closet door and there, lying top of a bunch of clothes was a salamander. Her officemate freaked out. Nothing like a reptile to scare the wits out of somebody. Anyway, since both of them were afraid of the reptile, they decided to leave it alone. My sister then asked her officemate to just sleep in her bedroom. The slamander might attack her, they thought.
My sister and her officemate went back to her room and got ready for bed. After a few hours of chit- chat, they went to sleep.
My sister is a light sleeper. A movement on the bed would easily wake her up. She woke up in the middle of the night with a sense of unease. She wasn't exactly sure what woke her up. But she felt chill even before she opened her eyes. Her mind registeres that maybe she had forgotten to close the windows. And so even though her lids were heavy with sleep, she willed them open.
And there, hovering above her was a face!
She felt a scream rise to her throat. She wanted to kick her officemate, who was happily snoring beside her, into wakefulness. She wanted to raise her hands in alarm, wanted to fail her arms at the spectre. But fear paralyzed her.
The face was that of a woman. She had wide sunken eyes, gaunt cheeks and an empty hollow mouth. It screamed at her, a high piercing sound that could've come from the very pits of hell.
Then her officemate turned and in an instant, the apparition was gone and my sister, trembling, woke her officemate up. She told her what happened and though scared as my sister, they went to the next room to crash another officemate's room. My sister huddled close to her officemate, fearful that the wraith would come back. They didn't sleep a wink that night.
Source The company stopped having it's semminars at thet house shortly after that. A few months after the incident, my sister resigned. Though she would not admit that it was probably the experience that pushed her to do it.
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My sister said it was more like a retreat than seminar, really. It was held at one of the vacation houses owned by the company she worked for. It was far from the main road and could only be reached by private vehicles. No public transportation passed by. But you can take a tricycle from the main road and just direct the driver to the house.
It was far from the maddening noise of the city and was nestled amidst mountain ridges that accounted for the breezy afternoons and chilly nights.
However, she found it creepy that the trees had all these crosses on them. One of her officemates said it's because the trees were used for the Station of the Cross during the Lenten season.
It was a week- long seminar. The days were spent with the usual team- building exercises and activities. At night, they would have bonfires and tell encouraging or inspirational stories.
It was during one of these bonfires that she heard about "resident".
Some of her officemates, especially those who had with the company for years and had previously attended these seminars, recounted their encounter with the lodge's apparition. How it would suddenly pass them by on the stairs; how it would appear at the door of the dining area as if checking on them.
But the manager who had been with the company for almost 10 years, would quickly debunk the stories and call them "nonsense." And my sister, as I've said earlier, was not one to easily believe such talk. So, she and the manager had a good time laughing the stories off.
The third night of the seminar, as they were all preparing to go to bed, one of her officemates came rushing to her room. The officemate told her she heard something moving, rustling, inside her closet and asked my sister to accompany her to check it out.
It was my sister who opened the closet door and there, lying top of a bunch of clothes was a salamander. Her officemate freaked out. Nothing like a reptile to scare the wits out of somebody. Anyway, since both of them were afraid of the reptile, they decided to leave it alone. My sister then asked her officemate to just sleep in her bedroom. The slamander might attack her, they thought.
My sister and her officemate went back to her room and got ready for bed. After a few hours of chit- chat, they went to sleep.
My sister is a light sleeper. A movement on the bed would easily wake her up. She woke up in the middle of the night with a sense of unease. She wasn't exactly sure what woke her up. But she felt chill even before she opened her eyes. Her mind registeres that maybe she had forgotten to close the windows. And so even though her lids were heavy with sleep, she willed them open.
And there, hovering above her was a face!
She felt a scream rise to her throat. She wanted to kick her officemate, who was happily snoring beside her, into wakefulness. She wanted to raise her hands in alarm, wanted to fail her arms at the spectre. But fear paralyzed her.
The face was that of a woman. She had wide sunken eyes, gaunt cheeks and an empty hollow mouth. It screamed at her, a high piercing sound that could've come from the very pits of hell.
Then her officemate turned and in an instant, the apparition was gone and my sister, trembling, woke her officemate up. She told her what happened and though scared as my sister, they went to the next room to crash another officemate's room. My sister huddled close to her officemate, fearful that the wraith would come back. They didn't sleep a wink that night.
Source The company stopped having it's semminars at thet house shortly after that. A few months after the incident, my sister resigned. Though she would not admit that it was probably the experience that pushed her to do it.
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Huwebes, Mayo 17, 2012
Elizabeth's School Spirits
Magnolia Avenue Elementary in California: for 12-year-old me, that school was the furthest thing from normal. Rumors flew thick and fast about Magnolia – some people said that before it was a school, it was a mansion, later destroyed to build a mental institution. Death seemed to have its hand on the mental institution, because it was soon turned into a cemetery. Some tales claimed that the school was built right on top of the cemetery without the dead bodies being removed.
The stories were real enough to me. I avoided being alone as much as possible, but for a shy, lonely fifth-grader like me, it was nigh impossible to always travel with someone. Everywhere I went through the hallways, I could feel gazes on me. Sometimes, an invisible hand would touch me, or a voice would whisper my name. No matter how hard I looked, I could never see anyone there.
One day, I raised my hand in class to ask if I could use the restroom. No one was in the bathroom; I made sure of that before I settled in to relieve myself. As I was wrapping up, I heard the door slam. I peered around the edge of the swinging door, but saw nothing – until the lights began to flicker.
Then I saw the shadowy figure of a girl. She began to talk in a sing-song voice, and I stood there and listened to her. Fear paralyzed me, but curiosity kept me from overcoming that terror. She told me how she died, and then she moved her hand to indicate the ceiling. I knew what I would see there, and I didn’t want to follow her gesture, but it was as if there was an invisible string attached to my head. There she was, her dead body, dangling in the middle of the bathroom, swinging gently.
Footsteps interrupted my horrified observation, and I jerked to see that the girl was gone. Some of my classmates came in, gossiping and giving me strange looks. I hurried back to class, vowing never to return to that bathroom.
I found another restroom near the cafeteria, and for a while, I was able to go in peace. Then my friends sniffed out the story about my terrifying experience and, knowing I was prone to such fears, decided to dig up another tale of woe.
They told me that a girl went crazy in one of the bathrooms – though no one seemed to know which it was – and that before she hung herself in the big tree right outside, she was raped by the school janitor. The cruel man then locked her in the bathroom for a long weekend, without food or water and only her thoughts to keep her company.
Her thoughts became her reality: soon after the janitor let her out (after forcing her to swear she would never tell, on pain of death), she would scream randomly, pointing at mirrors all throughout the school. She saw something there, she would desperately tell anyone who would listen. After everyone rejected her story, she climbed into the tree, tied a rope around her neck, and hung herself.
It was the story of the girl from the first bathroom. I led my friends back there and we scoured the mirror. After a while, I spotted a black dot, which my friends claimed shifts spots every time you return and look in the mirror anew.
We all had our own theories about the spot. Some of us thought it was the soul of the girl, trapped forever with her demons to haunt her. Others said it was the devil’s spot, trying to claim another young soul in that bathroom.
At any rate, we stayed out of there.
Source
The stories were real enough to me. I avoided being alone as much as possible, but for a shy, lonely fifth-grader like me, it was nigh impossible to always travel with someone. Everywhere I went through the hallways, I could feel gazes on me. Sometimes, an invisible hand would touch me, or a voice would whisper my name. No matter how hard I looked, I could never see anyone there.
One day, I raised my hand in class to ask if I could use the restroom. No one was in the bathroom; I made sure of that before I settled in to relieve myself. As I was wrapping up, I heard the door slam. I peered around the edge of the swinging door, but saw nothing – until the lights began to flicker.
Then I saw the shadowy figure of a girl. She began to talk in a sing-song voice, and I stood there and listened to her. Fear paralyzed me, but curiosity kept me from overcoming that terror. She told me how she died, and then she moved her hand to indicate the ceiling. I knew what I would see there, and I didn’t want to follow her gesture, but it was as if there was an invisible string attached to my head. There she was, her dead body, dangling in the middle of the bathroom, swinging gently.
Footsteps interrupted my horrified observation, and I jerked to see that the girl was gone. Some of my classmates came in, gossiping and giving me strange looks. I hurried back to class, vowing never to return to that bathroom.
I found another restroom near the cafeteria, and for a while, I was able to go in peace. Then my friends sniffed out the story about my terrifying experience and, knowing I was prone to such fears, decided to dig up another tale of woe.
They told me that a girl went crazy in one of the bathrooms – though no one seemed to know which it was – and that before she hung herself in the big tree right outside, she was raped by the school janitor. The cruel man then locked her in the bathroom for a long weekend, without food or water and only her thoughts to keep her company.
Her thoughts became her reality: soon after the janitor let her out (after forcing her to swear she would never tell, on pain of death), she would scream randomly, pointing at mirrors all throughout the school. She saw something there, she would desperately tell anyone who would listen. After everyone rejected her story, she climbed into the tree, tied a rope around her neck, and hung herself.
It was the story of the girl from the first bathroom. I led my friends back there and we scoured the mirror. After a while, I spotted a black dot, which my friends claimed shifts spots every time you return and look in the mirror anew.
We all had our own theories about the spot. Some of us thought it was the soul of the girl, trapped forever with her demons to haunt her. Others said it was the devil’s spot, trying to claim another young soul in that bathroom.
At any rate, we stayed out of there.
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Prayer for a Ghost
My family and I used to live in an apartment in Manila. The apartment was very old. We liked to think it had character. More than that, it had a ghost.
Nobody in our neighborhood wanted to admit they knew about the ghost in our new house. We'd heard the talks though.
But since the rent was quite low compared to most apartments in the area, my parents chose to "conveniently ignore" the rumors and attributed them to the overactive imaginations of our neighbors.
But our "housemate" would not be ignored.
The first night, we felt the presence immediately.
We were in our respective rooms when our three dogs started howling. I quickly got up to check what was causing the commotion. My parents also went out to investigate.
We saw all three dogs circling around and howling at some unseen entity. My mom yelled at the dogs to stop and herded them to our room.
For weeks, things went on that way. The dogs would suddenly go berserk, and bark at something, their fangs bared as if ready for attack. Then, they would whimper, as if scared into submission, and then run off, their tails behind their legs.
One day, after my dad, my younger sister and I went off to work and my brother went to school, my mom set off to clean the house. She had just finished cleaning the bedrooms and decided to do the same to the sala (living room) when she heard something fall to the floor.
Suddenly, my brother's toy cars came zooming in the sala from his bedroom. She quickly ran out of the house and ran to the nearby sari-sari store. The owner told my mom it must be some spirit who wanted prayers.
She told us what happened that night, and said she thought she would faint from fear.
You could just imagine the agitation the whole incident caused in our household. My parents decided we should start looking for a new house and move out. But it wasn't easy to find reasonably-priced apartments in Manila. They're either too expensive or too cramped.
So we decided to stay put till we found a new house, one that didn't have much "character".
It's funny. The house we just moved out of had a ghost too. I'm beginnning to suspect Parañaque's full of earthbound spirits. Either that or they're following me around. Of course, they're both crazy assumptions.
Then it happened again. To me.
My younger sister and brother went to sleep over at their friends' houses. I share a room with my sister, that means the whole room and the television are all to myself.
I retired early. I turned on the television and picked up the book I'd been trying to finish that week. I do that a lot--watch TV and read at the same time. Or watch TV and write.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember a shrill scream waking me up. I quickly wiped the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hands. The TV was still on, some 70s-looking slasher flick was on.
I turned off at once and pulled the plug. My father always insisted we pull the plug of whatever appliance we've used as a safety measure.
I then turned the lights off and went under the covers. Suddenly, I felt the temperature in the room drop. It's not like I have an aircon in the room and I didn't think I set the electric fan on Number 3.
Then I saw her. She was sitting at the foot of my bed.
In the dimness of the room, she appeared to be illuminated. It was the image of an old woman, wearing a floral dress and a pair of eyeglasses. She had short, graying hair and a pert nose. She appeared to be smiling although I couldn't be so sure. I blinked and then she was gone.
The following day, our landlady visited us, having heard all the strange stories about the house. I then told her about what I saw the previous night. She looked shocked and her eyes became watery.
"That's my mother," she said. "Her death anniversary's next week."
We had a mass paid for her and the bizarre goings-on stopped.
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Nobody in our neighborhood wanted to admit they knew about the ghost in our new house. We'd heard the talks though.
But since the rent was quite low compared to most apartments in the area, my parents chose to "conveniently ignore" the rumors and attributed them to the overactive imaginations of our neighbors.
But our "housemate" would not be ignored.
The first night, we felt the presence immediately.
We were in our respective rooms when our three dogs started howling. I quickly got up to check what was causing the commotion. My parents also went out to investigate.
We saw all three dogs circling around and howling at some unseen entity. My mom yelled at the dogs to stop and herded them to our room.
For weeks, things went on that way. The dogs would suddenly go berserk, and bark at something, their fangs bared as if ready for attack. Then, they would whimper, as if scared into submission, and then run off, their tails behind their legs.
One day, after my dad, my younger sister and I went off to work and my brother went to school, my mom set off to clean the house. She had just finished cleaning the bedrooms and decided to do the same to the sala (living room) when she heard something fall to the floor.
Suddenly, my brother's toy cars came zooming in the sala from his bedroom. She quickly ran out of the house and ran to the nearby sari-sari store. The owner told my mom it must be some spirit who wanted prayers.
She told us what happened that night, and said she thought she would faint from fear.
You could just imagine the agitation the whole incident caused in our household. My parents decided we should start looking for a new house and move out. But it wasn't easy to find reasonably-priced apartments in Manila. They're either too expensive or too cramped.
So we decided to stay put till we found a new house, one that didn't have much "character".
It's funny. The house we just moved out of had a ghost too. I'm beginnning to suspect Parañaque's full of earthbound spirits. Either that or they're following me around. Of course, they're both crazy assumptions.
Then it happened again. To me.
My younger sister and brother went to sleep over at their friends' houses. I share a room with my sister, that means the whole room and the television are all to myself.
I retired early. I turned on the television and picked up the book I'd been trying to finish that week. I do that a lot--watch TV and read at the same time. Or watch TV and write.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember a shrill scream waking me up. I quickly wiped the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hands. The TV was still on, some 70s-looking slasher flick was on.
I turned off at once and pulled the plug. My father always insisted we pull the plug of whatever appliance we've used as a safety measure.
I then turned the lights off and went under the covers. Suddenly, I felt the temperature in the room drop. It's not like I have an aircon in the room and I didn't think I set the electric fan on Number 3.
Then I saw her. She was sitting at the foot of my bed.
In the dimness of the room, she appeared to be illuminated. It was the image of an old woman, wearing a floral dress and a pair of eyeglasses. She had short, graying hair and a pert nose. She appeared to be smiling although I couldn't be so sure. I blinked and then she was gone.
The following day, our landlady visited us, having heard all the strange stories about the house. I then told her about what I saw the previous night. She looked shocked and her eyes became watery.
"That's my mother," she said. "Her death anniversary's next week."
We had a mass paid for her and the bizarre goings-on stopped.
Source
Residents of this subdivision in Parañaque often relate how the engineer who designed and developed the village they lived in hasn't left his home, which is situated near the subdivision gate. Not even after his death, several years now.
The engineer was a distinguished old gentleman who usually dressed all in white, from his shirt and trousers to his shoes.
According to the story, the engineer developed the land for Air Force servicemen assigned to the Villamor Air Force back in the 1930's. The land was as an extension of Villamor Air Base. It was his grand plan to design identical houses for families of airmen just a stone's throw away from the airbase.
The engineer became a popular figure around the village. He would often be seen, strolling down the streets of the subdivision in his familiar white garb.
His wife, however, was a different story. She was very unpopular, known for her hot temper and snooty airs. Her househelp often cowered in fear whenever she ordered them around. Rumors that she beat them for the slightest infraction of the rules also followed her wake.
Helpers, who were employed at the house would come and go, most of them leaving in haste. Some of them simply disappeared, never to be heard from nor seen ever again.
Residents reported the suspicious activities were happening at the house.
For several years, the engineer and his family prospered. But then disaster struck and his business faltered. It was a big blow for the engineer. He was crushed and devastated.
Soon, they had to sell their home. They settled in a room in the tenements.
The reversal of fortune affected the engineer's sanity. Burdened by the weight of his problems, h leaped from the top floor of the tenement building and smashed his head on the pavement.
Years after his death, several residents reported sightings of him in the village. They would see him, dressed in his usual white, roaming the streets of the village, surveying his realm.
Soon enough, his tale became legend. Stories of him were passed down from generation to generation: how he died, why he died, and his wife's cruelty. He was the village's resident ghost.
He would often be seen as a headless figure dressed all in white. People would catch sight of him at his former home. Even tricycle drivers stationed at the back of the house would report seeing the old man.
Its new owners would sometimes see the apparition standing on the terrace of his previous room.
The ghost would even show itself to the guests of the new owners. Guests would feel uneasy staying in the house, especially in the bathroom, where many guests reported they felt they were being watched. Most of them had trouble sleeping. They said, they felt that somebody was leaning over them in bed.
As such the house kept being sold and passed on from one set of owners to another.
One day, the new owners of the house decided to have the basement renovated. Construction workers were digging in the basement when they stumbled upon what seemed to be a burial plot. as they dug a little deeper, they uncovered several bones. Bones which looked human. Spooked residents theorized that the bones belonged to the missing househelp.
After a few years, the villagers got used to their village ghost.
Unfortunately, the ghost attracted other spirits to the subdivision. Vacuumed by the negative force brought by the engineer's presence, spectres from neighboring areas flocked to the subdivision and soon invaded the engineer's former home, including an incubus and succubus.
The incubus preyed on women in the house, while the succubus preyed on the men.
A househelp was once seen being abused by the misheivous spirit. It took off the victim's clothes then proceeded to sexually assault her. The victim felt icy cold and was left in a daze. She was incoherent for weeks after that.
Today, the sightings and the strange goings on continue at the engineer's house.
The one they call the House of the Unholy.
Source
The engineer was a distinguished old gentleman who usually dressed all in white, from his shirt and trousers to his shoes.
According to the story, the engineer developed the land for Air Force servicemen assigned to the Villamor Air Force back in the 1930's. The land was as an extension of Villamor Air Base. It was his grand plan to design identical houses for families of airmen just a stone's throw away from the airbase.
The engineer became a popular figure around the village. He would often be seen, strolling down the streets of the subdivision in his familiar white garb.
His wife, however, was a different story. She was very unpopular, known for her hot temper and snooty airs. Her househelp often cowered in fear whenever she ordered them around. Rumors that she beat them for the slightest infraction of the rules also followed her wake.
Helpers, who were employed at the house would come and go, most of them leaving in haste. Some of them simply disappeared, never to be heard from nor seen ever again.
Residents reported the suspicious activities were happening at the house.
For several years, the engineer and his family prospered. But then disaster struck and his business faltered. It was a big blow for the engineer. He was crushed and devastated.
Soon, they had to sell their home. They settled in a room in the tenements.
The reversal of fortune affected the engineer's sanity. Burdened by the weight of his problems, h leaped from the top floor of the tenement building and smashed his head on the pavement.
Years after his death, several residents reported sightings of him in the village. They would see him, dressed in his usual white, roaming the streets of the village, surveying his realm.
Soon enough, his tale became legend. Stories of him were passed down from generation to generation: how he died, why he died, and his wife's cruelty. He was the village's resident ghost.
He would often be seen as a headless figure dressed all in white. People would catch sight of him at his former home. Even tricycle drivers stationed at the back of the house would report seeing the old man.
Its new owners would sometimes see the apparition standing on the terrace of his previous room.
The ghost would even show itself to the guests of the new owners. Guests would feel uneasy staying in the house, especially in the bathroom, where many guests reported they felt they were being watched. Most of them had trouble sleeping. They said, they felt that somebody was leaning over them in bed.
As such the house kept being sold and passed on from one set of owners to another.
One day, the new owners of the house decided to have the basement renovated. Construction workers were digging in the basement when they stumbled upon what seemed to be a burial plot. as they dug a little deeper, they uncovered several bones. Bones which looked human. Spooked residents theorized that the bones belonged to the missing househelp.
After a few years, the villagers got used to their village ghost.
Unfortunately, the ghost attracted other spirits to the subdivision. Vacuumed by the negative force brought by the engineer's presence, spectres from neighboring areas flocked to the subdivision and soon invaded the engineer's former home, including an incubus and succubus.
The incubus preyed on women in the house, while the succubus preyed on the men.
A househelp was once seen being abused by the misheivous spirit. It took off the victim's clothes then proceeded to sexually assault her. The victim felt icy cold and was left in a daze. She was incoherent for weeks after that.
Today, the sightings and the strange goings on continue at the engineer's house.
The one they call the House of the Unholy.
Source
Miyerkules, Mayo 16, 2012
Subic Terror
One day, my friends and I decided to go on a three-day wacation in Subic. Leaving all our cares in Manila, we proceeded to enjoy the wonders of the former American naval base. We went to various pretty places.
We visited the Bat Kingdom, swam in the beach, and of course shopped at the numerous Duty-free outlets.
We stayed at a famous condominium, so we were assured of getting a good night's sleep, which we enjoyed--but only for the first two days.
On the third day, the last night before we headed back home to Manila, we decided to have a fun night. We divided ourselves into groups and each group prepared a presentation. Since I was tasked to videotape the whole thing, I was not assigned to any group.
Everyone was excited to perform. After short rehearsal, the groups performed their presentation. There were those who sang, while others preferred to dance. We all enjoyed watching the presentations. For my part, I enjoyed watching the festivities through the lens of the videocam.
When the presentations finally came to an end, we decided to give an award for the best group. After a short deliberation, we decided to award the honor to the third group. Everyone cheered for them (they were the crowd favorites).
After the excitement died down someone suggested we view the presentations on TV while we drank a few rounds of beer. So we slipped the tape into the VCR and sat back to enjoy and laugh at our friends' shenanigans.
As we watch, the screen suddenly turned black.
"What the....?"
We were all perplexed by what happened to the tape.
"Sigurado kang natape mo un (Are you sure you taped that part)?" my friends asked me.
"Oo naman (Of course)!" I said. "Wala namang naging problema nung tine-tape ko yung part na yan (There weren't any technical problems as I was taping that part)."
In the middle of our argument, Cherry, one of our girl friends began crying. We turned towards her in surprise to find out why she was crying. Then she fell into dead faint.
Panicked, we sprang into action trying to revive her.
She was stiff as a board, and she lay very, very still. We decided to carry her to the room. Normally, she was very easy to carry, being a bit small and thin. But to our surprise, it took five of my friends to carry her.
Upon reaching the room shre regained consciousness. She suddenly began wailing. Ed, one of my friends who was a psychic said she might have been possessed.
Then he confessed that he invited spirits to come to the house, to give us a scare so that we could have a thrilling night. He said the spirits he had called were the ones possessing our friend--two women, a dwarf, and a big, bad and dark man.
He said he would cast out the spirits. He began praying. He tried to talk to the spirits and asked them to leave our friend's body.
Outside, we formed circles and prayed for protection. Ed said the spirits requestd three girls to enter the room.
When the girls entered they cried as they watched my friend screaming. They continued crying as they went out of the room. Soon, they too began acting weird.
We realized that some of the spirits transferred to them and are now possessing our friends' bodies. Later, they toyed with us, transferring from one body to another.
Funny though, the spirits spared me, and my friends who were in the circle praying.
When I saw what was happening I fled to the comfort room to pray alone. But to my shock, as I was praying I heard sounds of laughing and giggling inside the restroom with me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood and I got goosebumps.
I ran outside and rejoined my friends praying. Some of my friends were crying and laughing, acting every inch like possessed people.
Later, my psychic friend told me he had convinced the malevolent to leave. We felt him leave the room. Shortly after, we heard the door bang against the wall.
Unfortunately the remaining ghosts didn't want to leave.
It was getting late so while Ed stayed with Cherry to try to convince the spirits to leave, we fled the room and tried to get some sleep.
All through the night, we could hear doors banging downstairs. Finally, in the morning everything grew quiet. The ghosts finally left.
When she came to her senses, Cherry said she could not remember a thing.
On our way back to Manila, we talked about our experience and we knew we would never forget that terrifying night in Subic.
Source
We visited the Bat Kingdom, swam in the beach, and of course shopped at the numerous Duty-free outlets.
We stayed at a famous condominium, so we were assured of getting a good night's sleep, which we enjoyed--but only for the first two days.
On the third day, the last night before we headed back home to Manila, we decided to have a fun night. We divided ourselves into groups and each group prepared a presentation. Since I was tasked to videotape the whole thing, I was not assigned to any group.
Everyone was excited to perform. After short rehearsal, the groups performed their presentation. There were those who sang, while others preferred to dance. We all enjoyed watching the presentations. For my part, I enjoyed watching the festivities through the lens of the videocam.
When the presentations finally came to an end, we decided to give an award for the best group. After a short deliberation, we decided to award the honor to the third group. Everyone cheered for them (they were the crowd favorites).
After the excitement died down someone suggested we view the presentations on TV while we drank a few rounds of beer. So we slipped the tape into the VCR and sat back to enjoy and laugh at our friends' shenanigans.
As we watch, the screen suddenly turned black.
"What the....?"
We were all perplexed by what happened to the tape.
"Sigurado kang natape mo un (Are you sure you taped that part)?" my friends asked me.
"Oo naman (Of course)!" I said. "Wala namang naging problema nung tine-tape ko yung part na yan (There weren't any technical problems as I was taping that part)."
In the middle of our argument, Cherry, one of our girl friends began crying. We turned towards her in surprise to find out why she was crying. Then she fell into dead faint.
Panicked, we sprang into action trying to revive her.
She was stiff as a board, and she lay very, very still. We decided to carry her to the room. Normally, she was very easy to carry, being a bit small and thin. But to our surprise, it took five of my friends to carry her.
Upon reaching the room shre regained consciousness. She suddenly began wailing. Ed, one of my friends who was a psychic said she might have been possessed.
Then he confessed that he invited spirits to come to the house, to give us a scare so that we could have a thrilling night. He said the spirits he had called were the ones possessing our friend--two women, a dwarf, and a big, bad and dark man.
He said he would cast out the spirits. He began praying. He tried to talk to the spirits and asked them to leave our friend's body.
Outside, we formed circles and prayed for protection. Ed said the spirits requestd three girls to enter the room.
When the girls entered they cried as they watched my friend screaming. They continued crying as they went out of the room. Soon, they too began acting weird.
We realized that some of the spirits transferred to them and are now possessing our friends' bodies. Later, they toyed with us, transferring from one body to another.
Funny though, the spirits spared me, and my friends who were in the circle praying.
When I saw what was happening I fled to the comfort room to pray alone. But to my shock, as I was praying I heard sounds of laughing and giggling inside the restroom with me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood and I got goosebumps.
I ran outside and rejoined my friends praying. Some of my friends were crying and laughing, acting every inch like possessed people.
Later, my psychic friend told me he had convinced the malevolent to leave. We felt him leave the room. Shortly after, we heard the door bang against the wall.
Unfortunately the remaining ghosts didn't want to leave.
It was getting late so while Ed stayed with Cherry to try to convince the spirits to leave, we fled the room and tried to get some sleep.
All through the night, we could hear doors banging downstairs. Finally, in the morning everything grew quiet. The ghosts finally left.
When she came to her senses, Cherry said she could not remember a thing.
On our way back to Manila, we talked about our experience and we knew we would never forget that terrifying night in Subic.
Source
The Howling in Benitez Hall
It was about 11 in the evening, and the air was damp and heavy with rain.
The evening sky covered the city like a dark gray blanket even though it was right on midnight.
The wind was cold, bitter and crisp, almost vindictive as it howled and made the branches of the old acacia trees that lined the edge of the University of the Philippines Sunken Garden whistle.
Two friends, Alma and Christine (not their real names), both young creative writing instructors at the Diliman campus, were stranded in front of Benitez Hall.
They hadn't expected it to rain so hard that day. There was nothing in the news about an oncoming storm. There were no warnings from PAGASA, as usual.
After alighting from the jeepney, they ran as fast as they could towards the huge wooden door of Benitez Hall where a security guard was sitting quietly, writing something on a small piece of paper.
Christine, who lived nearby, asked the security guard to let them into the building since the rains were getting more furious. The two teachers needed a place to stay for the night, or at least, until rains subsided.
After presenting their IDs, the guard let them in. By that time both Alma and Christine were already soaking wet.
The guard accompanied them into one of the room situated at the left wing of the old building. The guard called Obet, the caretaker of the building, and asked if he had the keys to the classrooms. As the caretaker opened the door, a whiff of frosty air blew toward the faces of the two instructors. Which was strange Christine thought, noticing that all windows were closed.
As the two instructors went in, Christine, who was more spiritually sensitive of the two, felt a certain presence brush near her shoulder. At first she did not mind it. It's probably a wayward breeze, she said to herself.
Benitez Hall, or the college of Education, was one of the oldest buildings in the campus. Aside from being the building where some of the best professors in UP were honed, Benitez Hall is likewise infamous because of its ghost sightings.
In its former incarnation, it was an interrogation camp of the Japanese Army during World War II. Most UP graduates know that it is the most haunted building in the campus.
Christine and Alma settled down, took off their wet business jackets. They put together two tables to use as beds. Since they did not have blankets the two used their jackets.
As Christine was about to hand the jackets to Alma, she heard footsteps coming from the corridor, on the other side of the door. At first, she thought it was the guard, but she noticed that the footsteps were made by someone in rubber soles, like slippers. The guard was wearing leather shoes.
Both knew they were the only ones in the building aside from the guard.
Christine went to the door. She tried to open it, but the door remained tightly shut. Feeling something eerily strange about the goings on, she motioned to Alma to help her open the door.
But even though both of them combined their strengths and pulled with all their might, they could not budge the door.
They started yelling, calling for the guard. Despite their shouts and calls for help, the guard did not come.
But Christine could still hear the footsteps from the other side of the door. After about three minutes, the sound of footsteps stopped. She peeked through the peephole to see who it was on the other side. All she saw was the color red.
Alma, scared stiff because of the ghost stories she heard in the past about Benitez Hall, started banging on the door and kicking it.
A few seconds later, the door opened and the guard rushed in the classroom, asking what happened.
Christine asked, "Is there anyone in the building aside from us?"
The guard shrugged his shoulders.
"We heard footsteps, someone wearing slippers."
"Obet already left. There's no one in the building but us," the guard confirmed.
"Is this building really haunted?" Alma asked.
"I've been guarding this building for the past six months," the guard said. "Yes, I've heard stories of people who died in Benitez Hall. I also heard ghost stories from the former guards. I don't believe these ghost stories. All I know is that a student died here once. A friend of mine who used to be assigned to guard Benitez Hall said he saw a person floating in the air dressed in white, with BIG RED EYES!"
At that christine slumped down in a dead faint.
Source
The evening sky covered the city like a dark gray blanket even though it was right on midnight.
The wind was cold, bitter and crisp, almost vindictive as it howled and made the branches of the old acacia trees that lined the edge of the University of the Philippines Sunken Garden whistle.
Two friends, Alma and Christine (not their real names), both young creative writing instructors at the Diliman campus, were stranded in front of Benitez Hall.
They hadn't expected it to rain so hard that day. There was nothing in the news about an oncoming storm. There were no warnings from PAGASA, as usual.
After alighting from the jeepney, they ran as fast as they could towards the huge wooden door of Benitez Hall where a security guard was sitting quietly, writing something on a small piece of paper.
Christine, who lived nearby, asked the security guard to let them into the building since the rains were getting more furious. The two teachers needed a place to stay for the night, or at least, until rains subsided.
After presenting their IDs, the guard let them in. By that time both Alma and Christine were already soaking wet.
The guard accompanied them into one of the room situated at the left wing of the old building. The guard called Obet, the caretaker of the building, and asked if he had the keys to the classrooms. As the caretaker opened the door, a whiff of frosty air blew toward the faces of the two instructors. Which was strange Christine thought, noticing that all windows were closed.
As the two instructors went in, Christine, who was more spiritually sensitive of the two, felt a certain presence brush near her shoulder. At first she did not mind it. It's probably a wayward breeze, she said to herself.
Benitez Hall, or the college of Education, was one of the oldest buildings in the campus. Aside from being the building where some of the best professors in UP were honed, Benitez Hall is likewise infamous because of its ghost sightings.
In its former incarnation, it was an interrogation camp of the Japanese Army during World War II. Most UP graduates know that it is the most haunted building in the campus.
Christine and Alma settled down, took off their wet business jackets. They put together two tables to use as beds. Since they did not have blankets the two used their jackets.
As Christine was about to hand the jackets to Alma, she heard footsteps coming from the corridor, on the other side of the door. At first, she thought it was the guard, but she noticed that the footsteps were made by someone in rubber soles, like slippers. The guard was wearing leather shoes.
Both knew they were the only ones in the building aside from the guard.
Christine went to the door. She tried to open it, but the door remained tightly shut. Feeling something eerily strange about the goings on, she motioned to Alma to help her open the door.
But even though both of them combined their strengths and pulled with all their might, they could not budge the door.
They started yelling, calling for the guard. Despite their shouts and calls for help, the guard did not come.
But Christine could still hear the footsteps from the other side of the door. After about three minutes, the sound of footsteps stopped. She peeked through the peephole to see who it was on the other side. All she saw was the color red.
Alma, scared stiff because of the ghost stories she heard in the past about Benitez Hall, started banging on the door and kicking it.
A few seconds later, the door opened and the guard rushed in the classroom, asking what happened.
Christine asked, "Is there anyone in the building aside from us?"
The guard shrugged his shoulders.
"We heard footsteps, someone wearing slippers."
"Obet already left. There's no one in the building but us," the guard confirmed.
"Is this building really haunted?" Alma asked.
"I've been guarding this building for the past six months," the guard said. "Yes, I've heard stories of people who died in Benitez Hall. I also heard ghost stories from the former guards. I don't believe these ghost stories. All I know is that a student died here once. A friend of mine who used to be assigned to guard Benitez Hall said he saw a person floating in the air dressed in white, with BIG RED EYES!"
At that christine slumped down in a dead faint.
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Si Aling Ursula
si aling ursula
May kuwento si lola ko ang tungkol sa kapitbahay nilang si Ursula.
Isang mayaman at maraming katulong.
Maldita at naninigaw.
May mga kumakalat na tsismis na isa daw itong aswang.
Lagi siyang tumitingin sa baba o yumuyuko kapag kinakausap.
Mahilig mamigay ng kamote, mani at suman.
Sabi pa nga ng mga matatanda sa lugar, si Ursula daw ay matandang matagal ng nabubuhay sa mundo.
Kaya 'wag na 'wag daw tatanggap ng mga pagkaing binibigay niya. Dahil nanghahawa daw yan ng pagka aswang.
Minsan pa nga daw kapag may buntis sa kanila lola nilalapitan daw ito at hinahapuhap ang tiyan na tila baga naglalaway.
At may isang eksenang ikinagimbal sa lahat. May burol daw sa lugar nila. Yung iba, abala sa pagsasakla at halos wala ng bantay sa burol dahil ang mga bantay ay napagod sa ilang araw na pagbabantay.
Sa pagkagulat nila kinaumagahan, nawala ang bangkay at ang nasa kabaong ay mga mais na tuyot at mga sanga ng puno ng saging na pinagbigkis. Kumbaga, pinalitan ito.
At ang hinala nila, ay si Ursula daw ang nagnakaw dahil napapansin nilang nagkaroon ng pagtitipon ng kamag anakan ni aling ursula sa malaki niyang bahay.
Ang pinakamalupit na ikinuwento sa kin ni lola ay nambiktima daw ng buntis si Ursula at di nagtagumpay, dahil ang asawa ng buntis ay nahuli niyang bumababa ang dila ng aswang. Pinutol ito gamit ang itak. Bigla daw sumigaw at nang hahabulin ng asawa ng buntis, nakita niya ang pusang kulay brown na napakalaki na kumakaripas ang takbo.
Kinabukasan, pinuntahan ng asawa ng buntis ang bahay ni ursula. Nakita niyang nakanganga daw ito at putol ang dila. Nanghihina.
Nang nalaman nila na aswang si Ursula nagsipulasang umalis ang mga katulong niya at ang iba pa nga daw nagnakaw pa.
Di na rin pinatay ng lalaki dahil alam niyang ang aswang na iyon ay di na magtatagal at mamamatay rin.
Nabalitaan daw namatay daw iyon agad dahil kapag tumuntong sa bahay ng aswang ang taong nanakit sa aswang ay tiyak na ang kamatayan nito.
Source
May kuwento si lola ko ang tungkol sa kapitbahay nilang si Ursula.
Isang mayaman at maraming katulong.
Maldita at naninigaw.
May mga kumakalat na tsismis na isa daw itong aswang.
Lagi siyang tumitingin sa baba o yumuyuko kapag kinakausap.
Mahilig mamigay ng kamote, mani at suman.
Sabi pa nga ng mga matatanda sa lugar, si Ursula daw ay matandang matagal ng nabubuhay sa mundo.
Kaya 'wag na 'wag daw tatanggap ng mga pagkaing binibigay niya. Dahil nanghahawa daw yan ng pagka aswang.
Minsan pa nga daw kapag may buntis sa kanila lola nilalapitan daw ito at hinahapuhap ang tiyan na tila baga naglalaway.
At may isang eksenang ikinagimbal sa lahat. May burol daw sa lugar nila. Yung iba, abala sa pagsasakla at halos wala ng bantay sa burol dahil ang mga bantay ay napagod sa ilang araw na pagbabantay.
Sa pagkagulat nila kinaumagahan, nawala ang bangkay at ang nasa kabaong ay mga mais na tuyot at mga sanga ng puno ng saging na pinagbigkis. Kumbaga, pinalitan ito.
At ang hinala nila, ay si Ursula daw ang nagnakaw dahil napapansin nilang nagkaroon ng pagtitipon ng kamag anakan ni aling ursula sa malaki niyang bahay.
Ang pinakamalupit na ikinuwento sa kin ni lola ay nambiktima daw ng buntis si Ursula at di nagtagumpay, dahil ang asawa ng buntis ay nahuli niyang bumababa ang dila ng aswang. Pinutol ito gamit ang itak. Bigla daw sumigaw at nang hahabulin ng asawa ng buntis, nakita niya ang pusang kulay brown na napakalaki na kumakaripas ang takbo.
Kinabukasan, pinuntahan ng asawa ng buntis ang bahay ni ursula. Nakita niyang nakanganga daw ito at putol ang dila. Nanghihina.
Nang nalaman nila na aswang si Ursula nagsipulasang umalis ang mga katulong niya at ang iba pa nga daw nagnakaw pa.
Di na rin pinatay ng lalaki dahil alam niyang ang aswang na iyon ay di na magtatagal at mamamatay rin.
Nabalitaan daw namatay daw iyon agad dahil kapag tumuntong sa bahay ng aswang ang taong nanakit sa aswang ay tiyak na ang kamatayan nito.
Source
The Ghost On Dimasalang Street
I used to be Daddy's little girl. I was very close to him. We did everything together--went to the mall, to Church, to kiddie parties... I hardly remember doing things with my mom, most of my early memories were tied up with my Dad. You could say I was spoiled by my Dad. He usually gave me what I asked for, within reason.
"Daddy bili mo ako ng rubber shoes ( Dad please buy me rubber shoes)" I would ask.
"Sige anak, pumili ka lang (Go ahead, choose what you want)," he would usually answer.
He would also do the same thing for my sister and brother, but my Dad and I shared a special bond. All that changed when I was in second year high school. That year, my Dad suffered a mild stroke and he became an invalid.
In the beginning, we had to hire a guy nurse to help us in taking care of him, because my Dad was a tall guy. But because of what happened, my mom became the breadwinner of the family and we all had to tighten our belts. There were five of us in the family--my parents, my sister, my baby brother and I.
Pretty soon, money became too tight and eventually, we had to let go the services of the nurse. This meant we would have to take up the slack of taking care of my Dad, assisting him as he moved about in the house.
Trying to make it easier for us, he volunteered to sleep in our living room instead of bedroom upstairs. He knew that we would have a hard time taking care of him because we were all girls (except for my kid brother) and he was so big.
This made life a little easier. But I missed spending time with him. So from then on, I would do my homework in our living room to keep him company and I would always feel sad at the end of the day whenever I had to leave him downstairs.
One day, I gave him a gift.
"Daddy o, sa iyo ito. Binili ko yan para sa iyo (Daddy this is yours. I bought it for you)."
It was a rosary that I had bought from school. I told him to put the rosary under his pillow so that he would not get scared and lonely should he wake in the middle of the night.
"Salamat anak, (Thank you)" my Dad said, then we hugged.
It took a while for him to recover because we did not have enough money to continue his therapy. So his health slowly deteriorated.
All of us took turns checking up on him throughout the night.
One night, it was my turn to check up on him. I went downstairs half awake when I heard whispers coming from our garden.
"Ano, kunin na natin mamaya yan (So do you think it's time to fetch him later)?" said the first voice.
"Wag muna, bantayan pa natin nang ilang gabi (No, not yet. Let's watch over him for a few more nights)," said another voice.
"Wala tayong madadala nyan (But we might not have anything to bring)," said a third voice.
"Mahirap din e, may bantay (It's difficult, too, because someone stands guard all the time)," said the first voice again.
I ran to the window, but I couldn't see anybody in the garden. I was so scared. I knew they were talking about my Dad but I didn't know what to do, or how to save him from the voices.
I hit the switch, flooding our living room with light. I ran to my Dad and hugged him tight.
"NO!" I shouted at the voices I heard in the garden. "Hindi niyo pwedeng kunin ang Daddy ko! Hindi niyo siya makukuha sa amin. Mahal na mahal namin siya! (No, you can't take my Daddy away from us because we love him so much.)"
My Dad was startled awake.
"O bakit? Ano ba yang panigsisigaw mo diyan? Binangungot ka ba? (What are you shouting about? Did you have a night mare?)" my Dad asked, trying to shake his sleepiness away.
At that, the whisperes subsided and eventually faded into the darkness.
As my Dad lay awake in our sofa. I rushed upstairs to wake up my mom, my sister and my brother.
I told them what I heard. They all grew scared as well. Who could the voices be?
"Baka demonyo! (They could be devils!)" my brother said in a scared voice.
"Buti na lang may bantay daw si Daddy (It's a good thing Daddy had someone guarding him)!" I cried.
At first I thought the "bantay" the voices talked about was me. But then I realized they meant the rosary I had given my Dad.
From then on, we all decided to sleep in our living room with my Dad.
For a long time afterward, I pondered on who these voices were.
Then I remembered something my grandmother told me several years ago, when I was still a kid.
She said that when a person is on his or her deathbed, beings come to "fetch" his or her soul. Sometimes these are the spirits of dead relatives or family members.
But there are also bad spirits who would try to intercept these souls. According to my lola, these manunundo (fetchers) do nothing but wait for dying people to finally expire so they could get their souls and bring it to hell with them.
Could they have been these beings?
Source
"Daddy bili mo ako ng rubber shoes ( Dad please buy me rubber shoes)" I would ask.
"Sige anak, pumili ka lang (Go ahead, choose what you want)," he would usually answer.
He would also do the same thing for my sister and brother, but my Dad and I shared a special bond. All that changed when I was in second year high school. That year, my Dad suffered a mild stroke and he became an invalid.
In the beginning, we had to hire a guy nurse to help us in taking care of him, because my Dad was a tall guy. But because of what happened, my mom became the breadwinner of the family and we all had to tighten our belts. There were five of us in the family--my parents, my sister, my baby brother and I.
Pretty soon, money became too tight and eventually, we had to let go the services of the nurse. This meant we would have to take up the slack of taking care of my Dad, assisting him as he moved about in the house.
Trying to make it easier for us, he volunteered to sleep in our living room instead of bedroom upstairs. He knew that we would have a hard time taking care of him because we were all girls (except for my kid brother) and he was so big.
This made life a little easier. But I missed spending time with him. So from then on, I would do my homework in our living room to keep him company and I would always feel sad at the end of the day whenever I had to leave him downstairs.
One day, I gave him a gift.
"Daddy o, sa iyo ito. Binili ko yan para sa iyo (Daddy this is yours. I bought it for you)."
It was a rosary that I had bought from school. I told him to put the rosary under his pillow so that he would not get scared and lonely should he wake in the middle of the night.
"Salamat anak, (Thank you)" my Dad said, then we hugged.
It took a while for him to recover because we did not have enough money to continue his therapy. So his health slowly deteriorated.
All of us took turns checking up on him throughout the night.
One night, it was my turn to check up on him. I went downstairs half awake when I heard whispers coming from our garden.
"Ano, kunin na natin mamaya yan (So do you think it's time to fetch him later)?" said the first voice.
"Wag muna, bantayan pa natin nang ilang gabi (No, not yet. Let's watch over him for a few more nights)," said another voice.
"Wala tayong madadala nyan (But we might not have anything to bring)," said a third voice.
"Mahirap din e, may bantay (It's difficult, too, because someone stands guard all the time)," said the first voice again.
I ran to the window, but I couldn't see anybody in the garden. I was so scared. I knew they were talking about my Dad but I didn't know what to do, or how to save him from the voices.
I hit the switch, flooding our living room with light. I ran to my Dad and hugged him tight.
"NO!" I shouted at the voices I heard in the garden. "Hindi niyo pwedeng kunin ang Daddy ko! Hindi niyo siya makukuha sa amin. Mahal na mahal namin siya! (No, you can't take my Daddy away from us because we love him so much.)"
My Dad was startled awake.
"O bakit? Ano ba yang panigsisigaw mo diyan? Binangungot ka ba? (What are you shouting about? Did you have a night mare?)" my Dad asked, trying to shake his sleepiness away.
At that, the whisperes subsided and eventually faded into the darkness.
As my Dad lay awake in our sofa. I rushed upstairs to wake up my mom, my sister and my brother.
I told them what I heard. They all grew scared as well. Who could the voices be?
"Baka demonyo! (They could be devils!)" my brother said in a scared voice.
"Buti na lang may bantay daw si Daddy (It's a good thing Daddy had someone guarding him)!" I cried.
At first I thought the "bantay" the voices talked about was me. But then I realized they meant the rosary I had given my Dad.
From then on, we all decided to sleep in our living room with my Dad.
For a long time afterward, I pondered on who these voices were.
Then I remembered something my grandmother told me several years ago, when I was still a kid.
She said that when a person is on his or her deathbed, beings come to "fetch" his or her soul. Sometimes these are the spirits of dead relatives or family members.
But there are also bad spirits who would try to intercept these souls. According to my lola, these manunundo (fetchers) do nothing but wait for dying people to finally expire so they could get their souls and bring it to hell with them.
Could they have been these beings?
Source
Martes, Mayo 15, 2012
Spare Me
Story by: Pandemic
Ellie was caught in the middle of dreaming and reality. She was paralyzed in bed and had her eyes slightly open. Her hair and her back were dripping in sweat and she’s frozen in terror. She keeps hearing words from a suffering lady saying “Spare me, spare me.”
At first, the only thing she sees in the darkness was the closet opposite the bed. She wished her eyes haven’t adjusted through the darkness yet, but it did already. After a few seconds of being paralyzed in bed and half asleep, she started seeing weird things.
She heard the door opening and a girl in polka-dots red dress entered. Her hair was stuffy and messy as if she just got away from a brawl with another lady. She was crying, her lipstick was all over her face, parts of her dress have been torn and her lower lip was a bit bloody. After a split second, the door opened again and was slammed closed. A man entered, he was wearing white sleeveless shirt and faded jean pants. He appears to be on drugs because his eyes are very red and he, although it was Ellie’s first time to see him, appears to be not himself.
The lady leaned pleading in the corner of the closet and the wall. She keeps saying “Spare me, please. Stop, stop, stop!” The man, seeing the lady’s pleadings, appeared to be amused. He walked slowly toward her. When he reached her location, he dragged her near him by the hair, their faces almost touched, and he said “You bitch don’t meddle with anything with me again. When I ask for your dimes, you give me your dimes, understand?” The hurt lady nodded as tears flow from her eyes.
Ellie almost wished she can close her eyes because the next happenings were too brutal for her. Still holding the lady by the hair, the man banged the woman’s head to the closet door repeatedly. And when he stopped, he slapped the lady’s face very hard that the wounded lips bleed badly again and the woman fell to the floor weeping.
That’s when Ellie awoke. She sat up in bed, dripped with cold sweat and panting like a tired horse. Unlike what she saw in her nightmare, the daylight was bright and the room is calm. There is no one in the wide, square room but her. She couldn’t quite believe that everything she saw was just a part of a nightmare. Ellie is not like any other thirteen year old girls. She knows more. She thought she was just caught in a sleep paralysis. It is the state when you are not completely asleep and also not completely awake; it is when your brain meddles with reality and shows you things that aren’t real but seems like the reality.
But this theory doesn’t completely fit. The event or dream, or whatever lasted at least for two to four minutes in her estimation, although she can’t really accurately estimate how long the scene had taken because it was just a dream.
Lest being ridiculed or mocked by her younger and older cousins, Ellie resisted asking her aunt during breakfast about her dream and told herself that what she had seen was simply a part of a nightmare. Ellie is in a small town in Bicol for a week-long vacation with her older sister, Erika. Another reason why she came to the place is also to get to know her relatives in that province.
The night that followed wasn’t particularly worse but definitely not better. But for Ellie, if you were in her position, the nightmare was definitely worse. The second nightmare doesn’t have any scene that will appeal to drama fans; there is no battered wife or abusive husband and the drama cliché of slapping faces. Sounds better than the first one, right? But could it really be better if you seem to be a part of the nightmare already?
Ellie again was paralyzed in her bed. This time her eyes are more than half open and everything that she sees appear to be very vivid and real. The closet is still opposite the bed, except that someone blocks the view. At first, it was only the same woman that she had seen last night standing at the foot of her bed, wearing white sleep dress. Her eyes look straight into Ellie’s intently. Ellie was frightened to death. She could see the woman’s face clearly. Below the woman’s eyes are thick, bulgy, blackish eye bags, her face is very pale and weathered. She doesn’t look mad or angry, but her face is sad, as if pleading.
But then, the worse isn’t over yet. The scene changed. In Ellie’s peripheral vision, in the left of her, she could see a man standing in the open doorway, watching. In front of Ellie, the woman is no longer merely standing, but floating. She was slightly rotating while her neck was tied with thick rope and she was hanging there with her eyes open but dead. Then Ellie heard the man’s horrific, fiendish crackling laughter.
The scene vanished again. Both the woman and the man disappeared, except the woman didn’t completely disappear. The next moment, the woman was in Ellie’s left, she appeared to be leaning her face down to Ellie’s ear. There she whispered in thin, cold, misty voice that Ellie actually felt her breath, “He didn’t spare me.”
When Ellie awoke, everything that she had seen seemed to be in real time, the door was open and the room doesn’t feel calm at all, although it is impossible because the lady appeared to be a woman who lived during the 50’s. It was still in the dead of the night. The digital clock beside her bed shows in green light the figures 1:05. She was again dripping in cold sweat and panting very hard. Instead of going anywhere, she hid herself under her thick comforters and tried to continue her sleep.
The next morning, during breakfast, Ellie couldn’t hold her little secret anymore. There are eight of them in the table. Her sister Erika, her four cousins, and her Uncle Robert and Aunt Hilda were all having hot pandesal, coffee, bacons and eggs, and other freshly-cooked food.
“Aunt Hilda…” Ellie said hollowly.
“Yes Ellie?” Aunt Hilda replied.
“For my past two nights here, I’ve seen things.”
Both Aunt Hilda and Uncle Robert looked at Ellie with sudden interest, their eyes narrowed. “What is it that you saw, Ellie?" Aunt Hilda asked.
“A man…a man and a woman…fighting.” Ellie said, she was suddenly feeling scared again.
“W-when was this?” Uncle Robert asked. When Uncle Robert showed interest, the rest of the people in the table started paying attention to what Ellie is about to say.
Ellie then said her accounts of her first two nights in the house. She said everything that she saw, every detail of it. When she finished, at first, everyone was silent. The two younger boys shivered, Aunt Hilda just stared in blankness, unable to utter a word. After a moment, Uncle Robert said something. “Okay, this is the first and the last time that I will talk about this. Since it has been a long time, I’ve no reason to keep on telling this story and I also forbid any of you to share this with anyone.”
Aunt Hilda looked at her husband, but she doesn’t appear to disagree with what Uncle Robert is about to say. “It was 1958-”
“Wait.” Aunt Hilda interrupted. “Let me tell the story, Robert, since this concerns my ancestors.”
“Okay.”
“It was in the year 1958 and I was four. Most of the families in this neighborhood were part of our extended family from our great great grandfathers. In this house, my aunt Miranda resided together with her abusive husband, Uncle Rodrigo. Through the years, the couple did everything and did all the praying, but still they failed to have a child. In frustration, my Uncle Rodrigo ended up being an alcoholic and a drug user. He started being apathetic, arrogant, rude, and abusive to our Aunt Miranda. Aunt Miranda’s earnings were just enough for common necessities because Uncle Rodrigo stopped working. When Uncle Rodrigo is either stoned or drunk or in need of money, he will beat his wife. Ten years after their marriage, Aunt Miranda was found dead in the room where you are staying. She was found hanging near the bed as what you have told us, Ellie.
“It took a few days before her body was discovered. The police officers first assumed that she was killed by her husband, but later found out that the husband didn’t do anything to kill her. My aunt killed herself because of the sufferings and depressions she has been through. Uncle Rodrigo nevertheless was jailed for a few charges, including drug abuse and violence to a woman.”
“This house wasn’t really changed even after at least fifty years. We only maintained it but we never did any major reworking in any part of this house. Maybe that’s why the dead still lingers. The history of ghostly encounters in Aunt Miranda’s room is also the reason why as much as possible, I don’t allow guests or anyone to stay there. You have been quite persuasive, Ellie, that’s why I allowed you to stay there. And I also thought and hoped that Aunt Miranda’s ghost has left already, that she already moved on to the other life where she belongs. That is the history of this house.” No one has been able to utter a word after Aunt Hilda’s story.
After Aunt Hilda’s tale, Ellie spent the rest of the summer vacation sharing a room with her Ate Erika.
Ellie was caught in the middle of dreaming and reality. She was paralyzed in bed and had her eyes slightly open. Her hair and her back were dripping in sweat and she’s frozen in terror. She keeps hearing words from a suffering lady saying “Spare me, spare me.”
At first, the only thing she sees in the darkness was the closet opposite the bed. She wished her eyes haven’t adjusted through the darkness yet, but it did already. After a few seconds of being paralyzed in bed and half asleep, she started seeing weird things.
She heard the door opening and a girl in polka-dots red dress entered. Her hair was stuffy and messy as if she just got away from a brawl with another lady. She was crying, her lipstick was all over her face, parts of her dress have been torn and her lower lip was a bit bloody. After a split second, the door opened again and was slammed closed. A man entered, he was wearing white sleeveless shirt and faded jean pants. He appears to be on drugs because his eyes are very red and he, although it was Ellie’s first time to see him, appears to be not himself.
The lady leaned pleading in the corner of the closet and the wall. She keeps saying “Spare me, please. Stop, stop, stop!” The man, seeing the lady’s pleadings, appeared to be amused. He walked slowly toward her. When he reached her location, he dragged her near him by the hair, their faces almost touched, and he said “You bitch don’t meddle with anything with me again. When I ask for your dimes, you give me your dimes, understand?” The hurt lady nodded as tears flow from her eyes.
Ellie almost wished she can close her eyes because the next happenings were too brutal for her. Still holding the lady by the hair, the man banged the woman’s head to the closet door repeatedly. And when he stopped, he slapped the lady’s face very hard that the wounded lips bleed badly again and the woman fell to the floor weeping.
That’s when Ellie awoke. She sat up in bed, dripped with cold sweat and panting like a tired horse. Unlike what she saw in her nightmare, the daylight was bright and the room is calm. There is no one in the wide, square room but her. She couldn’t quite believe that everything she saw was just a part of a nightmare. Ellie is not like any other thirteen year old girls. She knows more. She thought she was just caught in a sleep paralysis. It is the state when you are not completely asleep and also not completely awake; it is when your brain meddles with reality and shows you things that aren’t real but seems like the reality.
But this theory doesn’t completely fit. The event or dream, or whatever lasted at least for two to four minutes in her estimation, although she can’t really accurately estimate how long the scene had taken because it was just a dream.
Lest being ridiculed or mocked by her younger and older cousins, Ellie resisted asking her aunt during breakfast about her dream and told herself that what she had seen was simply a part of a nightmare. Ellie is in a small town in Bicol for a week-long vacation with her older sister, Erika. Another reason why she came to the place is also to get to know her relatives in that province.
The night that followed wasn’t particularly worse but definitely not better. But for Ellie, if you were in her position, the nightmare was definitely worse. The second nightmare doesn’t have any scene that will appeal to drama fans; there is no battered wife or abusive husband and the drama cliché of slapping faces. Sounds better than the first one, right? But could it really be better if you seem to be a part of the nightmare already?
Ellie again was paralyzed in her bed. This time her eyes are more than half open and everything that she sees appear to be very vivid and real. The closet is still opposite the bed, except that someone blocks the view. At first, it was only the same woman that she had seen last night standing at the foot of her bed, wearing white sleep dress. Her eyes look straight into Ellie’s intently. Ellie was frightened to death. She could see the woman’s face clearly. Below the woman’s eyes are thick, bulgy, blackish eye bags, her face is very pale and weathered. She doesn’t look mad or angry, but her face is sad, as if pleading.
But then, the worse isn’t over yet. The scene changed. In Ellie’s peripheral vision, in the left of her, she could see a man standing in the open doorway, watching. In front of Ellie, the woman is no longer merely standing, but floating. She was slightly rotating while her neck was tied with thick rope and she was hanging there with her eyes open but dead. Then Ellie heard the man’s horrific, fiendish crackling laughter.
The scene vanished again. Both the woman and the man disappeared, except the woman didn’t completely disappear. The next moment, the woman was in Ellie’s left, she appeared to be leaning her face down to Ellie’s ear. There she whispered in thin, cold, misty voice that Ellie actually felt her breath, “He didn’t spare me.”
When Ellie awoke, everything that she had seen seemed to be in real time, the door was open and the room doesn’t feel calm at all, although it is impossible because the lady appeared to be a woman who lived during the 50’s. It was still in the dead of the night. The digital clock beside her bed shows in green light the figures 1:05. She was again dripping in cold sweat and panting very hard. Instead of going anywhere, she hid herself under her thick comforters and tried to continue her sleep.
The next morning, during breakfast, Ellie couldn’t hold her little secret anymore. There are eight of them in the table. Her sister Erika, her four cousins, and her Uncle Robert and Aunt Hilda were all having hot pandesal, coffee, bacons and eggs, and other freshly-cooked food.
“Aunt Hilda…” Ellie said hollowly.
“Yes Ellie?” Aunt Hilda replied.
“For my past two nights here, I’ve seen things.”
Both Aunt Hilda and Uncle Robert looked at Ellie with sudden interest, their eyes narrowed. “What is it that you saw, Ellie?" Aunt Hilda asked.
“A man…a man and a woman…fighting.” Ellie said, she was suddenly feeling scared again.
“W-when was this?” Uncle Robert asked. When Uncle Robert showed interest, the rest of the people in the table started paying attention to what Ellie is about to say.
Ellie then said her accounts of her first two nights in the house. She said everything that she saw, every detail of it. When she finished, at first, everyone was silent. The two younger boys shivered, Aunt Hilda just stared in blankness, unable to utter a word. After a moment, Uncle Robert said something. “Okay, this is the first and the last time that I will talk about this. Since it has been a long time, I’ve no reason to keep on telling this story and I also forbid any of you to share this with anyone.”
Aunt Hilda looked at her husband, but she doesn’t appear to disagree with what Uncle Robert is about to say. “It was 1958-”
“Wait.” Aunt Hilda interrupted. “Let me tell the story, Robert, since this concerns my ancestors.”
“Okay.”
“It was in the year 1958 and I was four. Most of the families in this neighborhood were part of our extended family from our great great grandfathers. In this house, my aunt Miranda resided together with her abusive husband, Uncle Rodrigo. Through the years, the couple did everything and did all the praying, but still they failed to have a child. In frustration, my Uncle Rodrigo ended up being an alcoholic and a drug user. He started being apathetic, arrogant, rude, and abusive to our Aunt Miranda. Aunt Miranda’s earnings were just enough for common necessities because Uncle Rodrigo stopped working. When Uncle Rodrigo is either stoned or drunk or in need of money, he will beat his wife. Ten years after their marriage, Aunt Miranda was found dead in the room where you are staying. She was found hanging near the bed as what you have told us, Ellie.
“It took a few days before her body was discovered. The police officers first assumed that she was killed by her husband, but later found out that the husband didn’t do anything to kill her. My aunt killed herself because of the sufferings and depressions she has been through. Uncle Rodrigo nevertheless was jailed for a few charges, including drug abuse and violence to a woman.”
“This house wasn’t really changed even after at least fifty years. We only maintained it but we never did any major reworking in any part of this house. Maybe that’s why the dead still lingers. The history of ghostly encounters in Aunt Miranda’s room is also the reason why as much as possible, I don’t allow guests or anyone to stay there. You have been quite persuasive, Ellie, that’s why I allowed you to stay there. And I also thought and hoped that Aunt Miranda’s ghost has left already, that she already moved on to the other life where she belongs. That is the history of this house.” No one has been able to utter a word after Aunt Hilda’s story.
After Aunt Hilda’s tale, Ellie spent the rest of the summer vacation sharing a room with her Ate Erika.
Haunted Pilipinas #4: The Ozone Disco
The Ozone Disco at one time was a trendy hotspot disco in Quezon City that caught on fire. Due to mass panicking, nobody was able to get out alive. Some people near the location hear ghostly disco music in their houses at night and see faint people dancing.
A fire at the Ozone Disco Club in Quezon City, Philippines broke out shortly after midnight, Philippine Standard Time, March 18, 1996 (04:00:00 PM, March 17, 1996, GMT) leaving at least 162 people dead. It was officially acknowledged as the worst fire in Philippine history, and the world's worst nightclub fire since the 1977 Beverly Hills Supper Club fire in Southgate, Kentucky.
Ozone Disco, located along Timog Avenue corner Tomas Morato Avenue in Quezon City, was opened in 1991 by Segio Orgaoow. Its building had previously housed a jazz club named "Birdland". The disco was operated by Westwood Entertainment Company, Inc.
The fire broke out on March 18, 1996. At the time of the fire, it was estimated that there were around 350 patrons and 40 club employees inside Ozone Disco, though it had been approved for occupancy for only 35 persons. Most of the club guests were high school and college students attending graduation or end-of-the-school-year celebrations.[6] Survivors reported seeing sparks flying inside the disc jockey's booth shortly after midnight, followed by smoke which they thought was part of the party plan of the DJ.
Many of the bodies were discovered along the corridor leading to the only exit, piled up waist-high. Quezon City officials were quoted as saying that the club's emergency exit had been blocked by a new building next door, and that there was no proper fire exit. It was also reported that the exit had been locked from the outside by the club's guards, who had thought that a riot had taken place.
Even though the incident happened, the structure which housed the disco is known for its haunting's until today. The people who live near the location of the disco house hear faint disco music and see ghostly people dancing when darkness falls. They also claim that the people were the victims of the fire.
The Ozone Disco in Manila was the scene of a fire that caused the death of 162 revelers on March 19, 1996. The burnt-out shell of the club still lies vacant and undisturbed -- except, apparently, for ghosts. Passers-by report strange noises and sightings. Investigators, grieving relatives and friends of the victims say they have seen apparitions. Some photographs appear to show floating, whitish figures.
In a bid to put the spirits at rest, Joseph Stephen Santos, who lost a cousin in the fire and heads the Justice for Ozone Victims movement, invited the questors to hold a séance on the site. Questor Josie Buenafe, a teacher at an exclusive boys' school, called up the spirit of Ed. He said that while the victims wanted to be remembered, they urged their loved ones to let them go. Ed said there were only 60 spirits left in the Ozone and asked the questors to return for another meeting on the first anniversary of the fire.
In March this year the questors were back. This time they tapped into the spirit of Joey, who told them the details of what had happened on the night of the fire. Thought to be the deejay, Joey explained that when disco-goers saw smoke bellowing from his booth, they assumed it was just part of the show. Joey grabbed an extinguisher and tried to douse the flames, but was finally overcome and engulfed in the fire. He said he could "find the light" and move on to the next world, but had stayed to help the other spirits who were having trouble leaving.
Today, the Ozone's old neighbors have gone. A once-flourishing design shop next-door now stands vacant. On the other side, separated from the Ozone plot by a wall, is the restaurant and club of a recently built hotel. Workers in a glass shop two doors down say they don't hear anything unusual, but no one works late. "We all go home at night," they say.
Perez says there are far fewer spirits in the remains of the Ozone Disco than there used to be. "But many still remain, mostly because they are concerned for the welfare of their loved ones, who are still grieving. Unless the living learn to let go, the spirits will stay in the disco and will not find peace."
Many family members of the victims in the accident had tried contacting the souls of their love one thru a medium. Rituals were also held outside the once flourished discotheque regularly to assist the spirits of the victims to leave the world in peace. A man assisting in the ritual was said to have being processed by one of the spirit of the victim during the accident. The processed man could illustrate the process of the fire breakout in vivid clear details. Today, the street is still very quiet; workers around the neighborhood had said to experience fewer ghostly encounters and they never carry out work at night.
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Haunted Pilipinas #3: Baguio City
This Philippine city is of course considered to be highly haunted. Aside from the military academy, there are other haunted places scattered throughout the city, such as cemeteries, old hotels and sites where populated buildings and structures used to stand until the 1990 earthquake brought them down, injuring and killing the people inside. There is the Diplomat Hotel, an abandoned structure in Dominican Hill that allegedly saw the beheading of nuns and priests during the Second World War.
Many say that horrible Aswangs, who are evil wicked witches often practice black magic here in the dead of night. And that many have seen them flying low in the night trying to capture young men and women to torture or to steal their bodies. Residents in the area claim to have heard them and their victims screaming and Aswang howling even during the daytime.
Former hotel employees even say that when the location was in operation there were several headless ghosts walking the halls carrying their heads on platters.
The haunted fountain is said by many to be a place where few dare to tread. Many say it once flowed with human blood and still is a favorite spot where the dead congregate to commune with the living. If your brave enough to stay their in that spot for 24 hours.
This abandoned hotel in the Philippines is a historic attraction on the verge of being turned into a museum after decades of stagnation (unless you count the creatures that reportedly haunt the place).
The building has served many purposes throughout the years including being a refugee camp, housing for Dominican friars and a first-class hotel. Its current state of disrepair is said to make the place incredibly spooky, so consequently it is a place of both notoriety and great interest to the world’s ghost hunters. when you stroll outside the compound you would see neighboring houses with crosses painted on their doors and windows, and are kept shut when darkness falls.
At Teacher's Camp, a popular location for company meetings and school seminars, visitors claim to have heard mysterious voices and seen weird shadows. Legend has it that the camp, constructed as a tent-city for teachers during the American Occupation, was built on an old battleground for Baguio's indigenous citizens. It seems that some of the warriors who lost their lives here have never left.
And in the Philippine Military Academy, phantom platoons are said to be heard marching on the grounds. A ghost of a uniformed man appears too. Many say vampires and blood sucking or soul stealing monsters roam the night here. Some believe that a shape shifting demon that can assume the guise of an animal, especially a huge black dog. This monster often is said to lure unwary travelers into the dark buildings to slay and devour them. The creature also preys on young children, robs graves, drinks blood, steals coins and eats the dead, taking on the form of the one they previously ate going to their home and devouring the entire family over the course of a night.
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Many say that horrible Aswangs, who are evil wicked witches often practice black magic here in the dead of night. And that many have seen them flying low in the night trying to capture young men and women to torture or to steal their bodies. Residents in the area claim to have heard them and their victims screaming and Aswang howling even during the daytime.
Former hotel employees even say that when the location was in operation there were several headless ghosts walking the halls carrying their heads on platters.
The haunted fountain is said by many to be a place where few dare to tread. Many say it once flowed with human blood and still is a favorite spot where the dead congregate to commune with the living. If your brave enough to stay their in that spot for 24 hours.
This abandoned hotel in the Philippines is a historic attraction on the verge of being turned into a museum after decades of stagnation (unless you count the creatures that reportedly haunt the place).
The building has served many purposes throughout the years including being a refugee camp, housing for Dominican friars and a first-class hotel. Its current state of disrepair is said to make the place incredibly spooky, so consequently it is a place of both notoriety and great interest to the world’s ghost hunters. when you stroll outside the compound you would see neighboring houses with crosses painted on their doors and windows, and are kept shut when darkness falls.
At Teacher's Camp, a popular location for company meetings and school seminars, visitors claim to have heard mysterious voices and seen weird shadows. Legend has it that the camp, constructed as a tent-city for teachers during the American Occupation, was built on an old battleground for Baguio's indigenous citizens. It seems that some of the warriors who lost their lives here have never left.
And in the Philippine Military Academy, phantom platoons are said to be heard marching on the grounds. A ghost of a uniformed man appears too. Many say vampires and blood sucking or soul stealing monsters roam the night here. Some believe that a shape shifting demon that can assume the guise of an animal, especially a huge black dog. This monster often is said to lure unwary travelers into the dark buildings to slay and devour them. The creature also preys on young children, robs graves, drinks blood, steals coins and eats the dead, taking on the form of the one they previously ate going to their home and devouring the entire family over the course of a night.
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Haunted Pilipinas #2: San Juan, La Union
In 1582, San Juan was proclaimed a mission station under the authority of the Augustian Order, as recorded by the Nueva Segovia Bi-centennial souvenir booklet dated April 25, 1587. By 1586 the town had become the center of the parish, and was renamed San Juan by the Augustian Fathers after the Catholic Patron Saint of San Juan Bautista. The town boasted an Augustinian convent and a population of 6,000. Its first priest was Friar Agustin Niño. The center of the parish was subsequently transferred to Bauang, with San Juan sometimes being an out-station (visita) of Bauang and sometimes of Bacnotan. In 1707 the Church of St. John the Baptist was constructed at San Juan. In 1772, the mission station was placed under the authority of the Dominican Order. In 1807, San Juan was established as a parish in its own right.
Pindangan Ruins this is the home of the headless stabbed priest whose sole ghost prowls at night, either carrying his severed head or searching for his head. Some report hearing his head calling out for his body to find it. Many say EVP's happen here all the time and the wind is known to whisper strange malediction to those that disrespect the location.
Pasatsat is word rooted on the Pangasinense word satsat, meaning "to stab". Pasatsats are ghosts of people who died or were killed in the Second World War. Coffins during the time were so expensive, so the families of the dead wrapped the corpses in reed mats or icamen. The dead were buried in places other than cemeteries because tomb robberies were rampant during that era of extreme poverty. These ghosts usually show up in solitary paths and block passersby. To get rid of such a ghost, one needs to stab (hence pasatsat) the reed mat and unravel it, but doing so will show no presence of a corpse, although the mat will emit a noxious odor, much like that of putrid flesh.
In 1898 during the latter days of the Philippine Revolution, the whole of San Juan was razed to the ground by a great fire. Many ghost from this period are said to roam the streets.
The town of San Juan, La Union has a considerable amount of ghost encounters, sightings and many many paranormal monsters and legends, including a headless nun and a smiling white lady at the old tower.
Another strange ghost is that of Devil Cigar Man or as many call him just the Devilman. In the months just before the war, young men from the town would all go around an abandoned man-hole, there they would smoke cigars and speak of the goings on of the day then one night at midnight something strange occurred. Once, a stranger came appearing strangely with his his long well combed black slicked and straight and braided beard is his most striking feature for his face is always overshadowed by a large brimmed straw hat, he came to them asking for light. When they lent a lit cigar, the man looked up to light his, showing a spine-chilling blank where a face should have been. The faceless Devil man allegedly still shows up, because he prefers unbranded, native tobacco to imported ones. And if you don't give him a light he will drag you straight to hell are strike you deaf and dumb on the spot.
Another strange haunted tale is about finding the the Devilman's large brimmed straw hat. If by chance you see a straw hat of or hat of any type of hat or head gear on the side of the road by no means touch it. Because if you dare to do os of God forbid to put it on your head. To do so will bring you straight to hell.
The tale of the strange ghost nun that was beheaded by the Japanese, and her convent burned down is a very weird ghost story.
If someone passes the ruins of the covenant on a full moon at midnight, an eerie ghost bell tolls this is the signaling of the approach of the nun's ghost. One of the many tales tells that the old historical ruins of a Spanish convent were burned by the Japanese and a pious chaste nun was beheaded as an example for all to see.
The old ruins of the covenant still stand. On some nights when an unfortunate person happens to pass by on a full moon at midnight, some spectral bell would toll from the netherworld. It supposedly signals the approach of the ghost nun who will slowly creep up on you from behind. They say she is looking for the man who killed her or his descendents to take her exacting revenge. Many say several daring people have died from fright others driven mad when being touched by her on the left shoulder.
The white lady another ghosts not to be confused with the ghost nun or the Balete Drive specter, is said to appear at midnight in the ruins of an old watch tower that dates to pre-Hispanic times, and is particularly likely to be seen by many individuals. In recent times, she is often called the laughing white lady is said to have been showing herself periodically in the old historical ruins. The ghosts of this woman is said to appear often and her disguised appearance is said to be very frightening for she has no eyes. Only gaping sockets which glow with an erie spooky ghost light. Many report they hear her maniacal ghostly laughter and would rather run the see her eyeless ghosts.
One of the hitchhiker stories tells of three boys who pick up a girl near a cemetery and take her to a party. this is very similar to the tales of Resurrection Mary in Chicago USA. On the way back, the girl complains of the cold and borrows a jacket. The girl disappears near the cemetery, and the boys find the jacket neatly folded on the headstone of her grave. Or that of a freshly dug up grave where the body has been pulled from the earth and partially eaten. Many believe her to be a real ghoul like creature. A ghoul is a folkloric monster associated with graveyards and consuming human flesh, often classified as undead.
In another story, a male hitchhiker asks to be taken to a given address. When they arrive, the hitchhiker has disappeared, but it turns out that he used to live at that address and this is the anniversary of her death. Stories tell that this young disfigured man appears as if he was just in some terrible accident with blood on his clothes.
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Pindangan Ruins this is the home of the headless stabbed priest whose sole ghost prowls at night, either carrying his severed head or searching for his head. Some report hearing his head calling out for his body to find it. Many say EVP's happen here all the time and the wind is known to whisper strange malediction to those that disrespect the location.
Pasatsat is word rooted on the Pangasinense word satsat, meaning "to stab". Pasatsats are ghosts of people who died or were killed in the Second World War. Coffins during the time were so expensive, so the families of the dead wrapped the corpses in reed mats or icamen. The dead were buried in places other than cemeteries because tomb robberies were rampant during that era of extreme poverty. These ghosts usually show up in solitary paths and block passersby. To get rid of such a ghost, one needs to stab (hence pasatsat) the reed mat and unravel it, but doing so will show no presence of a corpse, although the mat will emit a noxious odor, much like that of putrid flesh.
In 1898 during the latter days of the Philippine Revolution, the whole of San Juan was razed to the ground by a great fire. Many ghost from this period are said to roam the streets.
The town of San Juan, La Union has a considerable amount of ghost encounters, sightings and many many paranormal monsters and legends, including a headless nun and a smiling white lady at the old tower.
Another strange ghost is that of Devil Cigar Man or as many call him just the Devilman. In the months just before the war, young men from the town would all go around an abandoned man-hole, there they would smoke cigars and speak of the goings on of the day then one night at midnight something strange occurred. Once, a stranger came appearing strangely with his his long well combed black slicked and straight and braided beard is his most striking feature for his face is always overshadowed by a large brimmed straw hat, he came to them asking for light. When they lent a lit cigar, the man looked up to light his, showing a spine-chilling blank where a face should have been. The faceless Devil man allegedly still shows up, because he prefers unbranded, native tobacco to imported ones. And if you don't give him a light he will drag you straight to hell are strike you deaf and dumb on the spot.
Another strange haunted tale is about finding the the Devilman's large brimmed straw hat. If by chance you see a straw hat of or hat of any type of hat or head gear on the side of the road by no means touch it. Because if you dare to do os of God forbid to put it on your head. To do so will bring you straight to hell.
The tale of the strange ghost nun that was beheaded by the Japanese, and her convent burned down is a very weird ghost story.
If someone passes the ruins of the covenant on a full moon at midnight, an eerie ghost bell tolls this is the signaling of the approach of the nun's ghost. One of the many tales tells that the old historical ruins of a Spanish convent were burned by the Japanese and a pious chaste nun was beheaded as an example for all to see.
The old ruins of the covenant still stand. On some nights when an unfortunate person happens to pass by on a full moon at midnight, some spectral bell would toll from the netherworld. It supposedly signals the approach of the ghost nun who will slowly creep up on you from behind. They say she is looking for the man who killed her or his descendents to take her exacting revenge. Many say several daring people have died from fright others driven mad when being touched by her on the left shoulder.
The white lady another ghosts not to be confused with the ghost nun or the Balete Drive specter, is said to appear at midnight in the ruins of an old watch tower that dates to pre-Hispanic times, and is particularly likely to be seen by many individuals. In recent times, she is often called the laughing white lady is said to have been showing herself periodically in the old historical ruins. The ghosts of this woman is said to appear often and her disguised appearance is said to be very frightening for she has no eyes. Only gaping sockets which glow with an erie spooky ghost light. Many report they hear her maniacal ghostly laughter and would rather run the see her eyeless ghosts.
One of the hitchhiker stories tells of three boys who pick up a girl near a cemetery and take her to a party. this is very similar to the tales of Resurrection Mary in Chicago USA. On the way back, the girl complains of the cold and borrows a jacket. The girl disappears near the cemetery, and the boys find the jacket neatly folded on the headstone of her grave. Or that of a freshly dug up grave where the body has been pulled from the earth and partially eaten. Many believe her to be a real ghoul like creature. A ghoul is a folkloric monster associated with graveyards and consuming human flesh, often classified as undead.
In another story, a male hitchhiker asks to be taken to a given address. When they arrive, the hitchhiker has disappeared, but it turns out that he used to live at that address and this is the anniversary of her death. Stories tell that this young disfigured man appears as if he was just in some terrible accident with blood on his clothes.
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Haunted Pilipinas #1: Balete Drive
Balete Drive is a street located in New Manila, Quezon City known for apparitions of a white lady and haunted houses which were built during the Spanish Era (1800s). New Manila has an abundance of balete trees, which, according to legend, is a time honored favorite resting spot of wandering spirits and other otherworldly paranormal beings. Many believe Aswangs and their evil spooky paranormal pets live in these haunted trees, roosting and waiting for their next victim to draw near.
Paranormal experts believe that the white lady multo (ghost) was a poor woman who was brutally raped by Japanese soldiers during the Second World War, her corpse many say was not buried properly it was thrown on the side of the road and stayed there for many years, only to be carried away by birds, rats and other creatures over time piece by piece. Some of her hair and bones are still perched high in branches as part of their nests or buried in rat holes in the ground under the trees and the street street. And this tale which is supposedly told by locals as 100% truth differs from the movie version. Her skull many say or her face which was cut away by a machete or bayonet blade was taken as his personal souvenir. Many believe she searches for the man or his descendents to exact her evil revenge upon them. Or as many believe today upon those that mock her existence.
Hiwaga sa Balete Drive (Mystery on Balete Drive) is a Filipino movie that was filmed in 1988. The white lady was played by Zsa Zsa Padilla. In the story, she died in the Spanish Era but her spirit keeps on searching for her undying love. Some of the scenes were filmed on location on Balete Drive. The movie is frequently shown in Halloween specials on the Filipino TV broadcasters ABS-CBN, Cinema One and TFC. Midnight DJ Episode 12 Babae sa Balete Drive
Witnesses of the white lady ghost, advise other motorists to avoid the street at night at all costs, especially if they are alone. If it is necessary to travel the route, they advise that the backseat of the car is fully occupied and that no one should look back or look in any mirrors. If your riding in a taxi cab you will notice the drivers edginess and fear and panic level rise. For if you or the driver see her then she will certainly mark you next for a certain violent death. Only by saying the holy rosary and fasting for the following three days after you see her might then you be spared.
Those who have seen the White Lady ghost and lived to tell of it say of her apparition that she wears a long white blood stained night gown tattered and ripped, and she has long disheveled tangled hair but has no distinguishable facial features or one covered with dripping blood.
If you are on foot or a motor bike or bicycle and she touches you then you will die on the spot. And if she chases you then it is a sign that you need to change your lifestyle or personal ways immediately and live a pious life. Many young men and women who have encountered her often will not speak of their encounters to do so brings sudden doom or bad luck.
Some modern tales say she was raped and killed by a taxi driver and this is why the fear driving in the area. Motorists are advised by locals to take alternate routes at night. If passing the road is unavoidable, there are several precautions one might take if they find themselves on Balete Drive: Make sure the backseat is fully occupied with people and no pets, don't look back and don't look in the mirrors.
Many believe that aswangs (witches) also live and seek out victims in the area. These evil witches are believed to prey upon lost pets and the homeless or a stray tourist that might trek through the area at night. Their evil pets Mannagals or Sigbin type creatures are also noted to be hungry for blood and souls to steal.
The Aswang witch and manananggal (sometimes confused with the Wak Wak in some areas by the Filipinos) is a blood sucking creature. It resembles a Western vampire, in being an evil, man-eating monster or witch.
The myth of the manananggal is popular in the Visayan region of the Philippines, especially in the western provinces of Capiz, Iloilo, and Antique. There are varying accounts of the features of a manananggal. Like vampires, Visayan folklore creatures, and aswangs, manananggals are also said to abhor garlic and salt.
They were also known to avoid daggers, light, vinegar, spices and the tail of a stingray, which can be fashioned as a whip. Folklore of similar creatures can be found in the neighboring nations of Indonesia and Malaysia.
Duwende are goblins, hobgoblins, elves or white or black dwarfs (Spanish: duende "golbin, elf, charm" < "duen de (casa)", owner of the house). They are little creatures who can provide good fortune or bad fate to humans. In the Philippines, duwendes frequently live in houses, in trees, underground, termite like mound or hill, and in rural areas. They are known to be either good or mischievous, depending on how homeowners treat them. They usually come out at 12 noon for an hour and during the night. Filipinos always mutter words ("tabi-tabi po" or "bari-bari apo ma ka ilabas kami apo") asking them to excuse themselves for bothering the Duwendes. Filipinos would leave food on the floor, so that the duwende residing (or guarding) the house would not be angry with them.They also take your things,and laugh at you when you try to find it. They give it back when they feel like it,or when you tell them to please give it back.
Kikik also are known to haunt the area and they are creatures who are bird-like humans. They are winged-humans who at night search for victims. They hunger for flesh, livers, bowels and blood. In American Literature, it is like a vampire.
The intersection of Balete Drive is between Aurora Boulevard, a few blocks away from Gilmore Avenue and Broadway Centrum. The east side exits near St. Luke's Medical Center and the west side exits near GMA-7 and Tomas Morato Avenue, one of the night-life centers of the city. The central intersection of Aurora Boulevard is the EDSA-Cubao shopping center built in the 1970s.
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