It was way back in 2004 when I ran away from home and stayed at my friend’s large 2-storey house in Tandang Sora (Philippines) with four bedrooms owned by his older sister who lives overseas. There were 4 of us staying there including my friend’s 3 year-old son. That place has become a safe haven for most of my friends whenever we have troubles at home.
One night, my friend, Archie, and I were playing video games in the living room (I still remember it was Resident Evil 2 and Silent Hill 4: The Room) when we heard footsteps going down the stairs. It was my friend, carrying his kid who headed straight to the couch and they started to watch us play. I found it very strange for him to behave that way because I know he never allows his kid to stay awake late at night. They were sitting there for five minutes without saying a word when I started to ask him what’s wrong. He told me to ask his kid instead. He was just a toddler, and he uttered 2 words, ”babae puti” (lady white). I already know what he means and it pisses me off furiously.
I immediately run upstairs. His kid followed me weeping and saying ”Eymer wag” (Homer don’t) over and over. I took him into my arms and came crashing into their room. I began yelling ”I don’t know what you want, just don’t scare this kid again or else I’ll take drastic measures and mess you up”. I even then said that if she wants to talk, talk to us grown-ups instead. We went back downstairs and they only went up to their room and went back to bed when dawn comes.
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.
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 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
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.
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.