The Girl from the Closet

By Earth Cake (Philippines)

Before i start this story, i want to request somebody to help me after reading this. My name is John and im currently 13 years old. But i forgot my age when this happened. A few years ago when my younger cousin Karlo and i were playing around at my house, we were playing at the higher bed at my mom’s double deck. There was a cabinet right next to my mom’s bed but her room was small so the cabinet was always blocked and it had ropes tied up at it’s knobs so back to the story. My cousin and i accidentaly hit the cabinet and that part of the cabinet broke.

We tried to fix it but we just put it where it belongs. One of our cousins named Tin-Tin who was also in the room doing her studies in the same room told us that a girl died at that cabinet a long time ago and the cause of her that was never revealed. Me and Karlo froze and i looked at Karlo with a frightened face. We went to Karlo’s house (which was located just behind ours). We told my aunt who was Karlo’s mom about what happened and she told us that we should always behave & be good so nothing bad will ever happen again.

Me and Karlo never talked about that ever since. A couple of years ago when my cousin Tin-Tin and her family moved out and when my sister was at a sleepover at her friend Jeremy’s house, i was left alone with my grandma. She sleeps downstairs and i sleep upstairs. I was playing this game called “Armies of Magic” at facebook I kept on playing ’til i realized it was midnight. And i didn’t want my aunts scolding me because my mom was at london at that time and my father has problems with my mom’s family so my aunts & uncles (mostly aunts) take care of me.

I turned the computer of and the lights to. I slept at my mom’s bed for the night. I was sleeping sideways facing away the cabinet when suddenly i felt a weird presence of some sort and the hairs at the back of my neck stood up. I closed my eyes and felt like someone got on the bed as well. I slowly turned around with my eyes closed as if i was trying to be comfortable and then i opened my eyes a bit.

A girl was there but she quickly vanished. I was really frightened and my heart was beating so fast but still managed to get some sleep. I never told anybody except to my classmates when we were all chatting about our experiences & lives. They looked concerned when i told them but some of them tried to make a logical explanation. But i countered them all.

A couple of years ago things got weirder. Whenever no one is upstairs, there are always sounds of someone walking around. Sometimes when it’s sunny, there would always be a shadow of someone, sometimes there would be walking sounds at the roof. Sometimes i could hear tapping, whispering, walking, singing, or knocking sounds. After a few months things got creepier, she’s showing her self now!

She looks like me accept she’s pale and has eyebags wearing a white robe. One night after i turned of the living room lights. I saw her running towards me holding up a knife but faded emmidiately. She’s making weird sounds now and freaking me out by making things move and by makking weird noises. I will write a part 2 if things got weirder. That is all, for now (i guess…). Goodnight!

The Faceless

By Alvinrender

So… this Story is not actually my Story, it’s my Mom’s Story…….., She was at 1st Grade at the Time and she was having a cold…here’s the thing, back then My Grandma’s house was surrounded by Woods…. and back then there was not many of our Neighbour Houses…..even though they’re very close from each house to another house…. it’s just very few of them.

so that Day my mom is Off School because she’s having a Cold, she’s sleeping in my Grandma’s Bedroom…. but she woke up finding herself feeling so Thirsty…. eventually she tried to go to the Kitchen but she can’t get up, but she sees my Uncle outside the Window playing with his Friend, she called him but he can’t hear her from the Outside….. so my Mom go to the Kitchen by Herself, and remember this, there is nobody home….. so there she was walking to the Kitchen, back then the Light Bulbs were this kind of Orange light that came out of it, not Bright.

so after my Mom Drank, she Turned around to see this thing…..on the Wooden Bench there was this thing laying down with it’s hand covering his face, the whole body of this thing is a very Dark Grey not Black, how tall this thing is as tall as an Adult……… so my Mom just Stood there Motionless…. Starring at this THING….she felt like she’s gonna Scream out of her lung and Cried but she can’t…..then this thing suddenly showed his Face at my Mom…….There is no Face, there is nothing there, No Mouth, No Eyes, Nothing…. just a Dark Grey Skin….and this thing just do some kind of Peek-a-Boo stuff with it’s hand, you know the way you Peek-a-Boo with a Baby…yeah that’s what he did…. but there is no sound, what my mom Hear is only Silence.

Luckily somehow my Mom got the Power to just Run as Fast as she could to leave the House…. but After ran past the Kitchen Door, she don’t know why but she Turned around only to see…….THIS FUCKING THING doing the Peek-a-Boo again on the Door Frame…… but it wasn’t Standing…….this thing….it’s Floating….not Vertically but.. Horizontally while he’s Head Peeking through the Door Frame while it’s doing the Peek-a-Boo…..My mom, she felt like she’s Dead…… She screamed SO loud that the whole Neighbour in that Area ran at my Grandma’s House, then there was my Grandma, Running and Panicking to see her Daughter…..Pale White, Shaking, Peed her Pants…… when my Grandma’s Asked Her and Hug her…. She Passed out.

After that Encounter My Mom’s Had a Really Bad Cold it took her a Month or so to Recover…. but that whole Month while she was Sick, She never Open her Eyes because Everytime she did, she sees that thing Standing, or doing the Peek-a-Boo…..but it’s not always that thing…. she can see something that Normal People couldn’t. It’s like her Eyes had been “Opened”

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The ghost that has crush on me?

I wanted to share my story.

I grew up in the Philippines and since I had an accident where I fell from the second story of my grandmas house I become closer to the things that can’t be seen by naked eyes. Around 9 I started seeing things like my brothers dubbelganger and other sort of “ghost or spirits”. But the story that I’m gonna share is the most unforgettable one I had.

It happened around my first year in college around 2008.

I just moved in with my dad cause I was living with my aunt (moms sister) cause she was supporting me on my high school studies which she sent me to a private school.

The apartment that I’m moving in was a two story vary spacious.

It was me, my dad, my sister, my uncle (dads brother) my aunt (dads sister and her 2 kids ages 5&3).

The house has 2 bedrooms in the second story and a long corridor.My aunts and her kids share one bedroom and me and my sister on the other one. Our room is the closest to the stairs.My dad and uncle was sleeping in the first floor living room but mostly my dad was not there at night because i works at night shift. When I moved in there I was fully aware that we have an extra tenant with us.

Ones that can’t depart this world.

I heard a lot of stories from my dad and his siblings. Like sudden flashing of toilet in the middle of the night. Or sounds like someone is having a coffee in the middle of the night but when they go and check it no on was there.

I don’t really mind those kind of things cause I’m use to it. Most of the houses I lived with has someone in them. Like in my previous house with my aunt where I stayed with in high school. I would just wake up that may bed has a part like someone is sitting on or sometimes I’ll see this girl just standing in the living room.

Or sitting in my bedroom. She was great never she never harm me.So back to my new house it was late at night and I suddenly woke up to a loud footsteps just outside our room.

i know my sister was fast asleep cause if she’s not she would says something.

I started sweating like cold sweats and then I just said in my mind holy shit so this is what they are talking about. I started whispering oh god please don’t open the door , repeatedly. And then the next thing I remembered I was awake in the morning.

I am certain though that it’s not a dream. I asked my sister about it and she said she didn’t hear anything last night I told my aunt and uncle and they just laugh and said the ghost has crushed on you.i just kind of smirk at them.

And my life continued forgetting about what happened but it haunting is just starting.

It got scarier when my cousin which is 5 asked me one day when I got back from school, he said “big sis who is that guy that’s always with you?” I froze staring at him.

“Wh-what guy?” I asked him.

And he just pointed at my back “that guy, he’s always following you”.

And just smiled I him “hehe nice, no one is with me” and walk away.

But deep inside I was scared of all my experience I never had a ghost follow me around.

It even got worse to the point that I can feel him. It happened around January where they have a bunch of fireworks.

I was a fan of fireworks. This happened around 7 pm ii was already dark outside.m when one of our neighbors started to light up some fireworks. I couldn’t see it in the first floor window so I ask my 5 year old cousin to come with me upstairs but he said no cause h was busy playing. My aunt was also downstairs with my cousin and my sister. My uncle was still at work same as my dad.

So I went upstairs alone it was dark all light was off cause nobody went upstairs so far. And due to the excitement I didn’t bother to turn on any lights. I position my self near the window where my uncle kept one of his dumbbell he use to work.

I was too short to see plus there is a tree branch blocking my view so I decided to step on the bar of the dumbbell when suddenly I felt this heavy hands in my shoulders. I can feel the weight of the hands like it’s telling me to get down from the bar of the dumbbell that it’s not safe.

So I got down and turn around as fast as I can but nobody was there.

And if someone was there I’m sure it’s not my 5 year old cousin or my sister or my aunt. That hands that touched me that night felt so different, it felt so heavy. Then later that week I tried to do some excitement, cause some people say camera can capture things our eyes can’t.

I just randomly started taking videos in that same spot.

And in my second my second take I captured what I was looking for but since I was so scared I forgot to save it.

In that video while I was going around that spot I capture a hand reaching out for me as if it’s saying I’m here something like that.

And that was the last thing I can remember of that ghost that maybe had crush on me. Later on I found out that the house we are living in was a dumped site of dead bodies like rape victim or murder victim. Me, my dad and my sister moved out of that place in early 2009 not because of ghost but some family issues with her sister.

But I would love to come back and set those soul free.In that house I have experienced a lot of other stuff not just from the same ghost but from the others like him trap in that place.But in the place where we moved in it’s the same thing.

A roommate that’s not supposed to be there.

Thank you so much. I hope my story get featured in the video. I always listening to your story. I also have a lot of other ghosts story and sleep paralysis story.


This happened more than 20 years ago, back in 1993 when I was still an incoming fourth grader. I shared a room with my brother, who was an incoming high school freshman at the time.

It started when my grandmother (may her soul rest in peace) purchased a small, 60-centimeter (about 24 inches) Santo Niño statue with green cape on December 1992 for us to place in our room. It was later placed on top of the four-foot-high cream-colored cabinet there.

She was a devout Catholic who believed we needed to have a sacred relic to keep evil away. In the Philippines, where 85-90% are Catholics, many people have such statues. Also, the statue served as a Christmas gift of sorts.

While we also were Catholics, we didn’t really pray to it or anything. It was simply just there. Sometimes, it would collect dust but even at that point we never really bothered with it.

We generally kept our room clear of clutter. However, we seldom would dust the shelves and cabinets since we found this to be too repetitive and tedious. We were just too lazy about it. The only time we would dust the tops was when our mother would tell us to do it, which was months far in between.

In the summer of 1993, my brother went on vacation for about a week, leaving me temporary sole occupancy of our room. I remember feeling ecstatic about this, because this was the first time I would have the room to myself.

On the first night I was alone, I woke up in the middle of the night. There wasn’t any noises or anything that would cause me to wake up. I just did, for some reason. I tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep but to no avail. I suddenly got the feeling of being watched, so I sat up on my bed looking around the room. The light from the street light outside dimly illuminated the room.

No one else was inside the room, and no one was standing outside the window. Still, I felt there were eyes on me somehow.

It was then that I noticed something off with the statue. It seemed to have moved closer to the edge of the cabinet. It also appeared to be positioned in such a way that it was facing me. It normally faced the center of the room, and my bed was on the farthest left side facing the door while my brother’s bed was to the right wall. I knew this was off, but I didn’t really make a fuss about it. I decided to get back to sleep.

When I woke up in the morning, the Santo Niño was right there where it should be, and positioned as it should be.

For the succeeding three nights, I would wake up in the middle of the night with the feeling of being watched. No matter how I tried, I could never find the cause of this feeling.

It was on the morning of the fifth day when I noticed something different. The Santo Niño was slightly off of its position. I knew this because of the circular clean spot the size of the statue’s pedestal right in the middle of the cabinet top. No other spot that big should be clean, except the exact spot where the Santo Niño should have been.

Again, I shrugged this off and placed the Santo Niño in its proper place. That night was the same as the previous nights; the feeling of eyes on me was still there.

The morning of the sixth day was even weirder than the previous one. This time, I found the Santo Niño near the edge of the cabinet; the edge closest to mine. The marks on the top of the cabinet was unmistakable also. The clean spot in the center was there. Furthermore, there were now lines, dust trail marks, starting from that clean spot which ended right to where the Santo Niño was.

This time, I freaked out and told my parents about it. They checked it out, and saw what I saw. However, the dismissed it on account of me being not used to sleeping alone. Until then, I have never slept by myself. They placed the Santo Niño back and went on their day like nothing happened.

Meanwhile, I was freaking out. I didn’t want to sleep another night in my room alone. So that night, I ended up sleeping in the living room. As soon as my parents were asleep, I let our dog, Richard, into the house. Richard normally slept outside the house to guard the my father’s prized roosters. Richard and I shared the sofa. In the middle of that night, I woke up again but this time to the sound of Richard’s low growls. He was facing my room’s closed door. I don’t know how long that went on, since I eventually drifted back to sleep.

My brother went home a day earlier than expected. I told him everything about what was happening in the room. Of course, he didn’t believe me and picked on me for being such a wuss.

His presence didn’t make the situation go away. For the next few nights, I kept getting that same feeling. In the morning, both of us would see the Santo Niño being out of place which my brother attributed to me.

One night was probably the worst of all. That night, I once again got woken up. This time, I could see the Santo Niño move. The correct word would be slide. It slid across the top of the dresser, until eventually it fell to the ground still upright.

It then slowly slid on the floor, heading to my bed.

I stared at it as it did so. However, at one point the light from the street lamp illuminated its face.

It was the most hideous face I’ve ever seen. The statue’s face was contorted, like it was smiling and frowning at the same time. Its grin revealed tiny triangular teeth in its mouth.

I knew this thing was supposed to be holy. But at that time, it felt as if I was looking at pure evil. I was so afraid, tears rolled out of my eyes uncontrollably.

If I didn’t do anything, I wouldn’t make it through the night. This was what went through my mind as cold sweat started breaking.

It took another few seconds for me to realize that my brother was sleeping just on the opposite side of the room. I looked to him, and he was sound asleep.

I turned back to the Santo Niño on the floor. Somehow, it was now a lot closer to the foot of my bed.

I mustered up enough courage to set my feet on the floor and jump onto his bed.

He’s normally a light sleeper, with the slightest of noise being enough to rouse him. But at that time he didn’t wake up from the ruckus I made. I had to forcefully grab his shirt by the sleeves and shake him as violently as I could.

As soon as he woke up, he slapped me across the face hard.

“The f*ck are you doing?! Get back to your bed! You’re all sweaty and gross!” he exclaimed.

His anger gave way to confusion as my shaking hand pointed to the floor near my bed.

“If you woke me up because of a stupid cockroach, I swear I’ll beat…” my brother’s voice trailed off as he realized what I was pointing to.

“What the hell is that thing doing there?” he asked.

I couldn’t speak because I was openly crying by then.

I saw how his eyes widen. I looked to floor, only to see the Santo Niño now halfway between my bed and my brother’s bed.

It was then that my brother realized that I was telling the truth all along.

We sat there, horrified. We both kept our eyes on that unholy statue until the sunlight made its way into our room.

We became braver come sunrise.

Without speaking another word, my brother grabbed his blanket and spread it on top of that thing. He then tied the blanket and brought it outside to the garage. As soon as Richard saw the blanket, he barked like crazy.

My brother grabbed a hammer and kept pounding away at the Santo Niño inside the blanket. He kept at it until the thing’s shape could no longer be discerned through the blanket.

“We need to get rid of this thing,” my brother said. He then grabbed a bottle from the worktable.

With that, we went to the next neighborhood on foot, along with Richard. We made our way to the local playground, and since it was so early in the morning there wasn’t anyone there yet.

He grabbed a couple of loose iron bars and told me to dig at one of the spots there. We dug a hole about four feet deep.

He then threw the blanket-covered remains of the Santo Niño into the hole. He spilled the liquid contents of the bottle he took, lit a match and threw it in setting the blanket on fire. It actually took him maybe four or five tries before being able to successfully light up the thing.

The wind blew hard that morning, but the fire kept going until there was nothing but ashes left in the hole. Richard kept barking the whole time.

We then buried the ashes and left to get back home in silence.

Eventually, that particular playground became overgrown and abandoned. Until this day, there are rumors spreading across that neighborhood about disembodied voices being heard by some children left unattended there.

My brother and I never talked about what happened. At some point, my brother became an atheist while I became more of an agnostic. I can’t help but think that this incident is one of the main catayst for our current religious stances.

We’ve drifted apart after the years, to the point where we only consider ourselves brothers on paper. Minor arguments led to major ones. One argument came after the other. It’s probably been a decade since I last talked to him.

Since then, I’ve also developed an irrational fear of statues. I can no longer stand being inside Catholic churches, Buddhist temples or any places of worship with statues. If I’m within the vicinity of one, I sweat and tremble. If I stay with it any longer, I panic.

When I was in Bangalore (India), my Indian co-workers didn’t know what to do with me when we entered a Hindu temple because I panicked.

All of this, because of that haunted Santo Niño.

One psychic I told this story to said that the reason why the sacred relic became the way it was was because it wasn’t able to attract positive energy as no one prayed in its presence. She also explained that possessions do not just happen to people similar to “The Exorcist”. Possessions can also be connected to places, or in this case, inanimate objects.

This is my first true paranormal experience. It was after this that I started experiencing many other ones in my lifetime.