Pampanga House

My maternal grandparents stayed in the US for almost a decade. Sadly, during their absence, their Pampangga home became...somewhat empty, except on weekends. So during the week..there's really nobody there. Strangely, I guess because it hasn't been inhabitated, it became..well..maybe some of the energies stirred up the place...

The first incident happened when it was my Tito's turn to check the house out over the weekend. He was by himself in the house. It's pretty spacious. The property itself is huge. It has a lot of big trees *yes I try to stay indoors after dark *. So anyway, my Tito happen to be outside, directly underneath the bedroom window. He then heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom. It sounded like someone was walking inside the room. Thinking it was an intruder, he went upstairs to check it out. He walked in the room and of course it was empty. There was also an old radio set in the bedroom during that time, and according to my Tito, the thing *which was unplugged* turned on by itself and he heard people praying from this radio station. He turned it off, went downstairs and as he passed by the living room, my grandparents have this narra wooden living room set, and one of the set pushed against the wall. Tito said he could hear the legs as it made a screeching sound as it slid through the floor and the walls vibrated as it slammed against it. Yes it did it by itself. That did it, he didn't even bother to lock the doors, he sprinted out the front door, ran out the gate and asked his childhood friend *who lives next door * to keep him company for the night... hehehehe...

and this same Tito was the reason why I steered clear from the basement. When we were kids, he would tell us this creepy story about a secret room in one of the closets in the basement and that it leads up to the cemetary located across from our grandparent's house. There's a huge field in between the house and the cemetary. It's at the foot of this hill. Imagine telling that to an 8-year old and under kids. That was cruel. Now that we're older, sabi ba naman ng tito ko. ah graduate na kayo diyan, malalaki na kayo, sila naman tatakutin ko he was referring to my younger cousins now *ages 3-14*, kami kasi yung first batch ng apo, the youngest is now 19 hehehehe. But still, takot parin kaming bumaba sa basement. I can't go down there by myself up to now..I can't. It's kinda interesting how, eventhough we've gotten older, the place still unnerves us. I remember how one time, we went down there with our younger cousins. The younger ones, untainted by my Tito's story, just went down there for the heck of it. They even explored it, but the ones who were "broken-in" hehehehe, we just stood outside the bedroom doors, we couldn't go any further. We were all scared, matatanda na kami nun ah. Eto namang mga makukulit sabi come on!! Come inside!! No freakin' way!!!


I'll tell you guys more about it next time I come back ...

Story By: Triglyceride on PEX