The White Lady At My Friend’s House

The story happened in Las Pinas, Philippines, at the house of my dear friend whom I haven’t seen for a long time. She’s celebrating her birthday, so a couple of my college friends and I went for a visit. They have to leave early just right after the party since it’s going to be a long drive back home. I, on the other hand, chose to stay so we can catch up on old times. We talked for hours until we got tired and decided to call it a night.

They offered me a room on the second floor beside the balcony. I went inside and from the looks of it, it seems as if no one’s been using it for quite some time. It also made me wonder why her older brother ought to sleep in the smallest room. Anyway, it wasn’t such a big deal, so I didn’t bother to ask. She gave me two pillows and a blanket, then bid me goodnight. I went to bed but didn’t turn the lights off. It has become customary for me to do that whenever I’m sleeping at somebody else’s house as I am not familiar, I don’t want to stumble in the dark and break something in case I’d have to go to the bathroom.

It was already past midnight. I’m exhausted, but I still can’t sleep. I sense as if someone was watching me, but didn’t make a big fuss out of it. I took my Ipad out of the bag, started checking my Facebook account when I glanced at the upper left corner of the screen and saw a reflection of a white silhouette standing behind me. I turned my head around and found nothing but a yellow empty wall. I reckon it’s just my mind playing tricks on me suggesting that it’s time for me to rest, I put my Ipad on the bedside table and doze off.

I woke up in the middle of my sleep feeling cold and started to look for my blanket. I saw it on the floor so I got up and took it while trying to fathom how it could have ended up there. I checked the door and discovered it still locked then went back to bed. I was about to close my eyes when the light in the room suddenly start to flickers before it totally went out. It didn’t get completely dark since there was light coming through the window from the street lamp.

I wanted to go for the switch but suddenly, I’m unable to move my entire body, not even so much as to lift a finger. Next thing I knew, I’m looking at a figure standing at the foot of my bed. It’s a woman in a white dress with a long black hair and a face as dark as night. I didn’t see any lips or nose, but I discern her widely open eyes staring back at me. I started to scream, but no sound came out of my mouth. I felt helpless and terrified, especially when she started to float slowly toward me.

She has reached the right side of my bed and slowly begins leaning closer to my chest. She then bends her head to the left until her face became directly in front of mine. I had a good look at her eyes. It’s gray. A very unusual color for an Asian. I gathered all my strength to force myself to move but I couldn’t. She was just staring at me. It took all my strength to move my elbow and was able to move my whole body, I attempted to push her back when I notice that she’s gone.

I took my blanket with me and immediately run downstairs in the living room to instead sleep on the couch. It wasn’t long when I heard a creaking noise and I saw a window shut by itself. I know it wasn’t the wind for that window faces the garage. I stood up and summoned the courage to talk. In a kind and polite manner, I told them that I’m not a threat and just there to stay for the night. I laid back on the couch and had a good sleep afterward.

While we’re having breakfast the following day, I told my friend and her family what happened that night. They’re not surprised because they too are experiencing strange things inside the house. Her brother told me that when he used to sleep in that room, something would pull the blanket away from him even though he’s still awake. One time, he was heading downstairs when he heard a woman’s voice softly whispered in his ears the words ”help me”. Strange. She could have spoken in our language, why does she have to speak in English? Then it hit me. The gray eyes! It’s not a Filipina but a ghost of someone from a different country. Perhaps an American. But who could she be? What kind of help is she looking for? I was really baffled.

I heard that their neighbor would even sometimes see an old man wearing old-fashioned clothes sitting on the couch in the living room though no one lives there that fits the description.

When I came back for another visit, we’re sitting on the floor and playing a card game, when through the open door I saw a huge white butterfly flying inside one of the rooms. We checked it out and found nothing. There’s no way it could have enter through the window because it’s covered with screen.

Her mom asked me to get rid of them. Though I know how to, I was reluctant as the place wasn’t mine to do begin with. They might become aggressive and harm them in return. I’ve done it before and almost cost me my life (I’ll tell you that story some other time). I told them that as long as they’re not hurting anyone, there’s no need to do something drastic.

I still made frequent visit to their place, but I would always talk to the ghost that I meant no harm and was just there to sleep and would even stay for several days without any bizarre incident until they moved back to their old place in the province. I’ve never been to that house ever since.

Seven Of Us

Back in 2011, five of my colleagues and I went to Vigan, Ilocos Sur (Philippines) for a 2-day tour. Our bus arrived around 7 in the evening, and we checked in at an old Hotel (Grandpa’s Inn) where all of us stayed in the same room. We rest for a bit, unpacked our things, freshen up and then headed out looking for a place to have dinner. While we’re walking, I began having this feeling that we have a company. I sense another presence among us. My mind keeps giving me a hint or most likely implying that there are seven of us in the group instead of six. I choose to ignore it thinking it was just my imagination running wild.

We found a restaurant (Café Leona) and decided to eat on the patio. We already have enough chairs for ourselves when one of my friends (Farrah) requested for another one. I thought she needed it to put her stuff on while she eats. The waiter brought her a chair, but she hasn’t put anything. I then decided to put her bag on the chair when she quickly stop me and said ”don’t! It’s for…” then halted and didn’t even finish what she was trying to say. She stared at everyone with this wondering expression on her face and said ”never mind”. Shortly after we eat, we took a stroll and went back at the inn around 10 in the evening.

We all washed up and went to bed. It was almost 11 in the evening when we heard one of our friends’ (Ceasar) phone received a message along with the message tone ”may nagmamahal” (someone who loves). I guess he’s awfully tired, he didn’t even bother to read it. Some of us awakened from our sleep when we heard it again. I looked at my watch and found that it’s already 2 in the morning. It made me wonder who could have been sending him these messages at that hour. He still didn’t bother to pick it up, but then after a few minutes, we heard the same tone again. That time, I saw him stand up, grabbed his phone, read the message and then went outside. I followed and saw him having a smoke, I light up a cigarette myself.

I began asking him from whom the message was. He answered that it’s from his daughter but the strangest thing is, there are no other messages except the one he got around 11 pm. I told him not to kid around as it isn’t funny. I looked at him and notice that he’s serious. We’ve talked for a bit and both of soon realized that the last two message tones we heard appear to be coming from the walls, and it was much louder than the one coming from his phone. Now here’s the thing, the walls are thick so there’s no way it could have come from the other rooms. And that particular message tone is a recorded voice of his daughter, which makes it very unlikely that someone else could have had the same. We put it aside for the meantime and headed back to our room.

The following day, we had our breakfast then proceed to a nearby church bell tower to take a few photos. On our way out, we saw an ice cream cart and each of us got one for ourselves. My friend being so generous told us that it will be his treat and decided to pay the bill. When the ice cream guy asked him how many people will he be paying for, he replied ”seven”. I reminded him that there are only six of us. The others made a remark that they too felt the same thing right after we checked in at the hotel. We started staring at each other in disbelief.

During the tour, I’ve also seen a ghost of a headless priest in one of the museums that we visited. I wouldn’t be surprised since it used to be the house of Father Jose Burgos. He died on a garrote after being accused of treason by the Spanish authorities back in 1872. When I told the guide about it, he said it wasn’t the first time since there are other people who also witnessed the same thing on that same spot a few number of times.

FYI, Vigan is one of the few remaining 16th-century towns in the Philippines. It has many Spanish period haciendas and mansions. They are intact and well-preserved that UNESCO deemed it a World Heritage Site.

Mysterious Children In The Mountain

I was in high school when my dad planned a trip to visit our grandparents in Catanduanes, which is one of the provinces here in the Philippines. When he asked us to come with him, we got pretty excited since it will be our first time. We could have taken a plane, but we don’t want to miss the chance of witnessing different breathtaking views. So we took a bus for 11 hours, a boat ride for 4 hours and another bus ride for five hours from the port to our grandparent’s house. Whew! It was a day’s worth of travel. It was exhausting, but it was worth it.

They were so surprised and delighted when we arrived. My dad knows how fascinated I am with tales of the supernatural and mentioned that my grandparents have a lot of stories to tell. I keep bugging them even while we’re having dinner until finally they started talking. Haha

How I eagerly listen as they tell me this story…

My grandpa came from a family of fishermen and farmers. He remembered one night when he was just a small kid, his dad awakened him around two in the morning to prepare the things needed for fishing. Still confused and half-asleep, he slowly got up to help his dad. He carried the fishing rods on their way to the beach. They got on a small boat and paddled their way into the open water.

They’ve decided to anchor near the foot of a mountain and cast the bait into the water. They have been on the boat for almost two hours, but they haven’t caught any. Not a single fish was taking the bait. My grandfather being a kid, was getting cranky and insists on going back when all of a sudden, near the top of the mountain, torches appeared one by one accompanied by children’s laughter as if they’re playing. My grandpa was startled. He was asking himself who might those kids be? What are they doing in the mountains in the middle of the night? His dad uttered that they might be one of the neighbors’ kids.

The next thing they heard is a rumbling noise, and the water started to ripple. The sound they heard seems like a big boulder is rolling down the mountain, but they can’t figure out where it’s coming from. My grandpa got scared and demanded them to leave or else they might get crushed. His dad told him to stay still and be quiet. When all of a sudden, something started pulling the line. It was a fish. They put it in a basket and not long after casting a bait, again, there was another catch. It happened over and over and even some of the fish would just jump into the boat, all they have to do is grab it. When the basket was full, the rumbling sound disappeared, the water became calm and the children carrying the torches vanished one by one as if they’re going inside a cave. They went home puzzled, but with smiles on their faces.

The next day, his dad asked the neighbors to find out if any of their kids was on that mountain that night. They told him that no one’s been there, and nobody goes there especially at night. Nevertheless, whoever or whatever they are, he appreciates the help.

Obstetric Witchcraft

Let me start this story off by saying the events in this story are true, however the reasons and beliefs are still unkown. It’s really more of a belief story that makes you think. It starts off with my best friend Terri (not really her name, but for her sake). Her and I were close friends and at some period in her life around 4 years ago she lived at her grandmother’s that I would see every so often. It didn’t take much of talking to her grandmother to find out that she’s heavily religious of the Christian faith.

One day I was over at her grandmother’s house to pick Terri up and as I sat in the living room as the TV was on of a preacher, as always. Her grandmother sat down and from what I remember out of the blue she asked me if she ever told me about when Terri’s older brother was born. Terri rolled her eyes as if she heard the story a million times and her grandmother told me that around the early 90’s when her older brother Jerry (also not his real name) was born from what I remember a hospital in Ann Arbor. Which specifically? I don’t recall. But the nurse put him in the baby room as with any newborn. However her grandmother claims that she saw the nurse take a blood sample from Jerry, and put the blood into a thin glass tube. I think it’s kind of suspicious to take a blood sample behind the scenes, but I mean in a way it makes sense because they could run a test for any health problems. So I guess I really wouldn’t make anything of it. That is unless she took the sample to somewhere else in the hospital. But that’s not what she did. Terri’s grandmother said that the nurse slid the tube underneath Jerry’s mattress. She said before she was very skeptic about his doctor in the first place, because of his attitude but primarily because she says that he had a pentagram tattoo on his wrist.

So what she was trying to tell me was that the nurse was secretly taking the blood of all newborns so that the doctor could use them in some sort of witchcraft. She never told me for what kind of witchcraft specifically but the idea of that is quite eerie but also skeptical. I mean you can see this from the view of this is just a crazy Christian lady and the doctor could be a metalhead when he’s off work and has a badass tattoo. But this is why I say it’s more of a belief story.

Anyways, she said she confronted the nurse and yelled at her when she left the baby room. I’m sure it was off putting because Terri’s grandmother is quite nice and soft-spoken, so I can’t imagine her pointing and yelling at the nurse. So after a three minute argument she was escorted out and she refused to ever walk in there again. But she told Terri’s mother to get Jerry out of there as quickly as possible.

A few years later, she told me that a close friend of hers was having a baby. Her friend had the same doctor. She told her story to her friend and apparently she was not convinced. Her friend had a daughter who grew up normal. However until she was around nineteen or so and would have absolute temper tantrums and nervous breakdowns. To the point where she threatened to kill people and herself. Having numerous blackouts and random road trips to places she doesn’t remember why she drove out to. She said that her friend would get phone calls from her daughter at 3 am saying that she’s in Roscommon (a good 3 hour drive from here) out of gas and doesn’t know why she’s there. She had no drugs in her to make her feel this way, but she was given drugs for treatment.

Terri’s grandmother tried to tell her friend that this had to be because of their doctor putting some kind of curse on her daughter from when she was a newborn. But still she didn’t believe her. Well I guess until she found that her daughter disappeared. She gone off and left with out taking the car. Her friend came to her and sobbed in her arms. Terri’s grandmother told me it was hard to see her friend go through that. She also said she had constant dreams about her daughter. Saying that she would have terrible dreams about finding her in the woods. And that one she was trying to get her to follow her into a cave.

That’s when I started to get goosebumps. So I guess we assume Jerry’s okay. Maybe Terri’s mom did get him out quick enough, and her friend’s daughter was never seen again. I still don’t know if this is all really 100% true with the doctor. I don’t know what his name is or the hospital he worked at, but I do pray that he no longer works there if it is true. I mean you can go through the extent of believing that maybe this doctor is making these teenagers disappear to join some sort of devil army, or sacrifice, or who really knows? I mean that’s really the scary part. Who knows how many of their children have been given their blood to a devil worshipper?  My biggest concern is that I was also born in an Ann Arbor (I’m sure as thousands of other babies from the 90’s) hospital and I pray that it wasn’t my doctor. Because I haven’t suffered from anything like that. At least, yet…


Real Slenderman Sighting

The story you are about to read is 100% true.

I was in 5th grade when this happened, and I live near a ravine in Indiana. Now a little info about me, I’m 15 years old now, and I’m the only boy in my family. I’m the middle kid, my older sister is 17, and my younger sister is 11.

Anyways, I remember this like it was yesterday. I was in my ravine with my b-b gun, the gun I had was a red rider b-b gun, if you’ve ever seen “A Christmas Story” then you know what I’m talking about. Don’t worry, I was responsible.

Anyways I was walking through my ravine, and then I thought I saw something, and what I saw made me freeze.

It was a little taller than me, and it was just standing there. It was wearing a dark suit and it had NO FACE, It’s skin was milk white. I loaded my b-b gun and I took aim, I squeezed the trigger, and I missed! I freaking missed!

By then my heart was practically pounding, and I had goosebumps. I ran as fast as I could, and I put my b-b gun in my garage, and i just ran inside.

That was the first time I thought I was a dead man. I didn’t sleep for 2 hours that night. The scariest thing is that he never came after me. I never saw slender man after that, maybe he got bored of me, I don’t know. I hope to God that even if I see him again, I’ll be able to get away.