In the beginning was the word. “Stories were not written. They were spoken, told, sung, enacted in movement and dance, rendered in rough-hewn sculpture, sketched in sand, stained into the walls of cave,” wrote Douglas E. Winter in his introduction to Skin Trade,book five of the Night Visions chronicles.
And in the deepest recesses of the human psyche, reigns fear – of the unknown, of the dark, of evils outside and demons within. Stories were a form of exorcism – to give warning, to understand what cannot be, to banish nightmares.
Or to summon them.
Do you believe in ghosts? Do ghosts believe in you? These are real stories from real people. You decide. After all, “There are only two things worth writing or reading about: love and death, eros and thanatos,” according to sociologist F. Gonzalez Crussi. But if we are forced to make a choice, there can be only one.
Episode One
Our first story is the personal experience of fashion designer Barge Ramos shared inAstroscope magazine.
It wasn’t Luigi’s first time in Japan but for some strange reason he got lost in the subway. Admittedly, it’s not something for a celebrated Manila artist to be proud about, so he tried to feel his way. The noise was insane; everybody was walking a hundred miles an hour. Being a fervent Sto. Niño devotee, he muttered a little prayer and it calmed him somewhat.
Then suddenly, a small boy appeared at his side and motioned for him to go to the other side of the station. Luigi couldn’t speak Japanese, and the little boy couldn’t speak English, much less Cebuano, so he tried to ignore him. But the kid was persistent, if not coherent. Luigi allowed himself to be led and the next thing he knew, the boy was pointing to what he realized was the right train. So he embarked and little boy was with him until his stop. When he emerged in the sunlight, he saw his hotel a few blocks away. He turned to the little fellow to thank him
But the little boy had already disappeared.
It was only later that some friends told him that the tunnel used to be a bomb shelter that was blown away in World War II, killing hundreds of innocent civilians, mostly school children.
Episode Two
Our next tale came from Philippine Star and Pilipino Star Ngayon columnist Jarius Bondoc.
In the middle of the night, Aling Daria came suddenly awake. She was bathed in cold sweat, chills running up and down her spine. She could have sworn she heard her eight- year old daughter Ana, crying for help as if in great agony. The words remained distinct in her mind: “Mama, Mama, help me! It’s so dark in here! I can’t breathe! Please take me away!”
But that’s impossible! her mind protested, Ana was dead! Didn’t her daughter fell victim from the cholera that was plaguing the village? Didn’t she saw with her own two eyes Ana’s coffin being lowered into her damp grave just this morning? Didn’t she almost have a nervous breakdown in the cemetery?
In the dark she groped for her husband who moaned, mumbled, and was soon snoring again.
The next day she went about her usual business in the wet market in a daze. Her friends were sympathetic of course but they reasoned, it’s possible that it was only a manifestation of her subconscious brought about by her tremendous grief of losing her only daughter although they didn’t exactly use those words.
The epidemic has spread in this remote Western Mindanao province, killing thousands, mostly children. Add to that the increasing terrorism of the invading Japanese. Daily survival was of paramount importance than some superstitious wishful thinking.
That night, she heard Ana’s voice again. A plaintive wail that harrowed her soul. Somehow it was more urgent, more terrified. Louder.
Nearer.
The next day she consulted a witch doctor from the next barrio. His macabre advice: Dig up the grave and open the coffin. She refused and went away, even more disturbed.
The voice of her daughter continued to haunt her. Finally, she relented. They went to the cemetery with the local priest and began to exhume Ana’s body. It’s been more than a week and she was told to expect the worse: The body would be bloated and rotting beyond recognition, crawling with worms and maggots and the rush of odor would be indescribably evil – more foul than anyone can ever imagine.
Finally, the coffin was opened.
They were all aghast. The women screamed hysterically. Aling Daria collapsed.
Ana’s body showed no signs of decay.
But instead of lying in repose, her hands were held in front of her, with broken nails and bloodied fingers. The flesh from her knees were scraped clean, bones visible beneath the dried blood. Her mouth was open, as if in silent scream, and her eyes…
A glimpse is enough for a lifetime of nightmares.
Episode Three
The final installment of our trilogy belongs to Albert Seeland of Tempura Misono at Hyatt Regency in Manila, also taken from Astroscope.
The night seemed darker than usual. A sense of eeriness pervaded the scene that Carlos couldn’t help feel a little chill. In the car, his wife was oddly silent, lost in her own thoughts, while eight-year old Jake was sleeping in the backseat, an island of innocence in a sea of gloom.
Carlos had taken this same route to Baguio many times, but not at night. And the little voice inside him telling him he made a wrong turn earlier didn’t help any.
Then suddenly, the car was heading towards a ravine and Carlos had just barely managed to step on the brakes to prevent them from plummeting to their deaths.
The front end was hanging precariously from the edge and the slightest movement is literally a matter of life and death.
Then a very tall man suddenly appeared. He took the entire situation in a glance. Carlos had a surreal feeling that wasn’t exactly different from nightmares, but for some reason, the presence of the tall stranger gave him some comfort.
From nowhere, a group of tall men converged on the car. They tied a long strong rope to the rear bumper, and together, pulled the car like it weighed nothing. Carlos was breathless with gratitude but before he knew it, the men had already driven away in their truck that materialized from the dark.
Lunes, Oktubre 17, 2011
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[Updated] True Philippine GHOST Stories [Compilation]
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THE HOUSE OF THE UNHOLY
Rresidents 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 seel 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.
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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 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 when she heard something fall on 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 mysister so that meant having the whole room and the television to all 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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SOMEONE WATCHING OVER ME
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 woul 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 rgeir manager had a good time laughing the stories off.
The third night of the semminar, as they were all preparing to go to bed, one off 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.
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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MODEL
Most girls dream of becoming either an actress or a model someday. They dream of seeing their faces on TV or the big screen, the object of envy of most people.
This is the story of one such girl.
It was a rainy afternoon. Staffers of a production house in Makati were grumbling about not being able to catch a ride home that night. They anticipated it was going to be another long day for them as they were screening for models for an advertising campaign.
The director, a foreigner, was a meticulous client who was quite hard to please. He would often go through several screening and VTRs in search for just the right "face" to put in his commercial, which were, in truth, mini-opuses for him.
That particular day, they were looking for fresh faces for a softdrink ad. It was a full-blast ad campaign, so the model who would be chosen would not only be in the 15,-30, and 60-second TV commercials, but will also be plastered on giant billboards, posters and full-spread ads the company was planning to put out.
Needless to say, the director was more demanding than usual.
It was just after lunch, and already the reception area of the production office was filled to the brim with models and wannabe models. Not to mention a whole coterie of stage moms, talent agents, and personal assistants.
The secretary was at her wits' end trying to accommodate all of them. In the end, she gave up and sought sanctuary in the office pantry.
At around 3p.m., a pretty young lady walked in.
She was the perfect China doll. Fair, mestiza skin, Chinky eyes and long black hair. She was about 5'6" and slim. She moved about the room gracefully, smiling at everyone and n oone in particular.
She said her name was Roweena and that she'd always wanted to be a model.
Many of the staffers of the production company wondered why they've never seen her before. She explained that she had just transferred to the Philippines from abroad.
Ohhh... no wonder, they thought. A face like hers would have been snapped up by advertising agencies and plastered all over television and the print media.
As the day wore on, Roweena proved to be friendly and cooperative. Being the last to come to the screening, a awalk-in talent at that, she had a long wait before facing the cameras. But she didn't mind, and showered no signs of impatience, in sharp contrast to many of the other models there.
While the others complained loudly about the long wait, about the cramped quaters and about their melting makeup, Roweena chatted amiably with the production assistants, asking about the commercial, the director, etc.
Finally, at around 6 p.m., it was her turn to face the cameras. The production staff was not disappointed. She registered beautifully on the screen! And she seemed totally at home in front of the camera. Plus she seemed capable of just about anything the director asked her to do. He told her to jump, she did a little cheerdancer's jump. He told her to dance, she shimmied like a disco dancer.
She's perfect, everyone thought. The director seemed to think too.
Towards the end, the director called for a group shot of all the models. So everyone lined up, including roweena, and gave the cameraman thei rbest smiles.
Finally, the shoot was over! They could all go home.
As they filed out of the office, the staffers talked about Roweena and made bets that she would be the lucky one chosen for the ad campaign.
After a day or two, the director called. He had made up his mind to pick Roweena, but he needed to show his client the VTR she made.
But when they showed the reel that Roweena was supposed to be in, there was nothing but exposed film. They checked the other reels, they all seemed okay, except for Roweena's tape.
How weird, they all thought. And how malas (unlucky).
Oh wait, there's still the group shot they took at the end of the shoot.
But when they checked it out, their hairs stood on end and goosebumps popped up all over their body.
Everyone was in the shot except Roweena! In the spot where she was supposed to be was a gap, like someone cut out of a picture.
They checked their models' files. Her file could not be found.
Then they learned that similar incidents happened in other production houses and advertising agencies in Makati.
Apparently, Roweena was a young girl who dreamed of becoming a model, but was not able to make it because she was struck down by cancer at the age of 22.
It seems Roweena's ghost is deadset on breaking into the modelling business.
Even from beyond the grave.
THE HOUSE OF THE UNHOLY
Rresidents 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 seel 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.
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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 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 when she heard something fall on 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 mysister so that meant having the whole room and the television to all 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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SOMEONE WATCHING OVER ME
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 woul 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 rgeir manager had a good time laughing the stories off.
The third night of the semminar, as they were all preparing to go to bed, one off 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.
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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MODEL
Most girls dream of becoming either an actress or a model someday. They dream of seeing their faces on TV or the big screen, the object of envy of most people.
This is the story of one such girl.
It was a rainy afternoon. Staffers of a production house in Makati were grumbling about not being able to catch a ride home that night. They anticipated it was going to be another long day for them as they were screening for models for an advertising campaign.
The director, a foreigner, was a meticulous client who was quite hard to please. He would often go through several screening and VTRs in search for just the right "face" to put in his commercial, which were, in truth, mini-opuses for him.
That particular day, they were looking for fresh faces for a softdrink ad. It was a full-blast ad campaign, so the model who would be chosen would not only be in the 15,-30, and 60-second TV commercials, but will also be plastered on giant billboards, posters and full-spread ads the company was planning to put out.
Needless to say, the director was more demanding than usual.
It was just after lunch, and already the reception area of the production office was filled to the brim with models and wannabe models. Not to mention a whole coterie of stage moms, talent agents, and personal assistants.
The secretary was at her wits' end trying to accommodate all of them. In the end, she gave up and sought sanctuary in the office pantry.
At around 3p.m., a pretty young lady walked in.
She was the perfect China doll. Fair, mestiza skin, Chinky eyes and long black hair. She was about 5'6" and slim. She moved about the room gracefully, smiling at everyone and n oone in particular.
She said her name was Roweena and that she'd always wanted to be a model.
Many of the staffers of the production company wondered why they've never seen her before. She explained that she had just transferred to the Philippines from abroad.
Ohhh... no wonder, they thought. A face like hers would have been snapped up by advertising agencies and plastered all over television and the print media.
As the day wore on, Roweena proved to be friendly and cooperative. Being the last to come to the screening, a awalk-in talent at that, she had a long wait before facing the cameras. But she didn't mind, and showered no signs of impatience, in sharp contrast to many of the other models there.
While the others complained loudly about the long wait, about the cramped quaters and about their melting makeup, Roweena chatted amiably with the production assistants, asking about the commercial, the director, etc.
Finally, at around 6 p.m., it was her turn to face the cameras. The production staff was not disappointed. She registered beautifully on the screen! And she seemed totally at home in front of the camera. Plus she seemed capable of just about anything the director asked her to do. He told her to jump, she did a little cheerdancer's jump. He told her to dance, she shimmied like a disco dancer.
She's perfect, everyone thought. The director seemed to think too.
Towards the end, the director called for a group shot of all the models. So everyone lined up, including roweena, and gave the cameraman thei rbest smiles.
Finally, the shoot was over! They could all go home.
As they filed out of the office, the staffers talked about Roweena and made bets that she would be the lucky one chosen for the ad campaign.
After a day or two, the director called. He had made up his mind to pick Roweena, but he needed to show his client the VTR she made.
But when they showed the reel that Roweena was supposed to be in, there was nothing but exposed film. They checked the other reels, they all seemed okay, except for Roweena's tape.
How weird, they all thought. And how malas (unlucky).
Oh wait, there's still the group shot they took at the end of the shoot.
But when they checked it out, their hairs stood on end and goosebumps popped up all over their body.
Everyone was in the shot except Roweena! In the spot where she was supposed to be was a gap, like someone cut out of a picture.
They checked their models' files. Her file could not be found.
Then they learned that similar incidents happened in other production houses and advertising agencies in Makati.
Apparently, Roweena was a young girl who dreamed of becoming a model, but was not able to make it because she was struck down by cancer at the age of 22.
It seems Roweena's ghost is deadset on breaking into the modelling business.
Even from beyond the grave.
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[Updated] True Philippine GHOST Stories [Compilation]
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True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 1
Compiled and edited
by Gianna Maniego
From immensly popular stories of White Ladies to spine-chilling tales of devil possession, Philippine culture is ripe with stories of the supernatural, the paranormal and the extraordinary.
Perhaps this is because Filipinos have a rich imagination, a suspicious mindsetand a penchant for the unnatural.
Give a Pinoy a ghost story and you have his undivided attention for the next couple of hours...or maybe the whole day.
The thing about ghost is, one tale often leads to another, until the whole thing snowballs into one giant ghost story telling session.
This book started out that way.
From a single story evolved a whole collection of ghostly experiences and close encounters with the supernatural that we wrote down and compiled to share with everyone out there who love a good scare every once in a while.
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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 her 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 yous. 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 awake in the middle of the night.
"Salamat anak," 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 have nothing to bring)," said a third voice.
"Mahirap din e, may bantay (It's difficult because someone stands guard all the time)," said the first voice again.
I ran to the window, bit 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 th 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 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?
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THE BATHROOM GHOST
This story was told to me by my officemate. Marie (not her real name) has a gift--a third eye. As a clairvoyant, she has the ability to see ghosts and spirits, experience the paranormal, and communicate with the spirit world. It is both a gift and a curse.
But Marie has to live with it, because she was born with that ability. Marie's mother has the same gift. In her family, power runs stronger among the females than males.
One day Marie woke up to a blinding headache. She felt like someone was drilling inside her head. Her migraine was acting up again.
She decided not to go to work and get some rest instead. safely ensconced in her bed, she slept the day away, never leaving her room the whole day. (Marie lived alone in a studio on the third floor of a condo unit.)
In the middle of the night, she woke up to answer the call of nature. Still half asleep, she headed for the bathroom. After finishing up, she padded her way back to her bed but her attention was caught by a slight movement on her left.
Seated on the sofa of her living room was an old woman wearing a white towel tied at the chest, like she just had shower! The old woman was drying her hair with another towel.
Marie stifled her shout of surprise. Creeping closer to the old woman, she peered at the figure seated on her settee. There was something familiar about her, Marie thought.
she was taken aback when she realized it was her favorite old aunt, the one who lived in Davao!
"How did she get in here?" Marie wondered. "Wow, was I that tired that I didn't hear her come in?"
What was she doing hereall the way from Davao, Marie thought, delighted yet at the same time bewildered. Her aunt was in her late 60s and she found it difficult to travel.
she was about to call out "Auntie, how are you?" when her aunt turned her head towards Marie. Their eyes crossed and then, something happened that really raised the hair on the back of Marie's neck: her aunt slowly disintegrated into thin air! She looked like she went up in smoke!
"OH MY LORD!" was all Marie could say.
Was that a premonition or a dream? Feeling a disturbing sense of foreboding that something wrong might have happened to her favorite aunt Marie ran to her room and immediately dialed her mom's number.
"Hello, Ma."
"Yes, Marie."
"You know what?"
"I know." Her mom sounded like she knew what Marie was going to say.
"I saw auntie right here in my pad! Something wrong must have happened to her! How is she? did you talk to her recently? I don't know what to do!
At that, Marie poured the whole story out to her Mom, who tried several times to interrupt.
When Marie finally finished relating her experience, her mom told her that her aunt passed away hours before their conversation. She had succumbed to complications brought by diabetes.
Marie broke down and cried. She hadn't seen her favorite aunt in the past five years! Now they'll never see each other again.
Marie put the phone down and cried all night till she fell asleep.
Due to her hectic schedule in the office, Marie wasn't able to attend her aunt's funeral but she offered prayers for her departed loved one.
Three days after the interment, something spooky happned again to Marie.
she arrived home from office at around 10 that evening. As she was opening her door, she saw three butterflies coming out of her room.
Marie knew that some spirits take the form of butterflies and visit their living relatives. She took this as a significant sign.
The three bright brown large butterflies hovered near her head. Suddenly, she felt something cold. She felt the peculiar presence of someone else joining her in her pad.
The frightened her for she had a feeling the three butterflies were her aunt, her uncle and her dad.
Although she was used to spirits making their presence felt to her, she was scared of the idea that her loved ones, someone she knew, would be manifestating themselves to her.
She frantically grabbed the doorknob and stumbled into her pad. She wanted to run and hide under the covers of her bed.
As the butterflies neared her, smoke began forming out of thin air. Slowly it began taking the shape of a woman.
BANG!!!
She kicked the door shut before the figure could fully materialize and locked it tight.
She then jumped into bed, skipping dinner and escaping another scary apparition.
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FACT OR FAKE?
Hi! Just wanted to send you this photo taken last week at eastwood libis. 3 silang magkaibigan namasyal dun, may dala yung isa na celfon 7250 ata, yung may video & camera. Then nagpakuha silang 2 (girls) dun sa kasama nila. Picture taking lang. Then after that nakita nila sa screen ng celfon 7250 may kasama na sila sa photo nakahawak sa braso nung isang girl sa leftside unknowingly. Di nila na feel or nakita kasi dalawa lang talaga sila na nagpa picture dun sa isa nilang kasama. The girls were really shouting & shocked to see the picture taken after a minute. Remember nacapture ng video ang hindi nila nakita in actual. Grabe this is true kasi friend ng daughter ng boss ko ang involved dito. They immediately forwarded the picture message to my boss then dinala sa office. Yun pinakita sa amin last tuesday. I was really gulat kakatakot talaga grabe totoo eto. They are just magbarkada having gimik at libis taht night then picture2 ayun may kasama pala sila all the while. We really need to pray for GOD'S PRESENCE ALL THE TIME especially sa gabi..... cely
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True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 1
Compiled and edited
by Gianna Maniego
From immensly popular stories of White Ladies to spine-chilling tales of devil possession, Philippine culture is ripe with stories of the supernatural, the paranormal and the extraordinary.
Perhaps this is because Filipinos have a rich imagination, a suspicious mindsetand a penchant for the unnatural.
Give a Pinoy a ghost story and you have his undivided attention for the next couple of hours...or maybe the whole day.
The thing about ghost is, one tale often leads to another, until the whole thing snowballs into one giant ghost story telling session.
This book started out that way.
From a single story evolved a whole collection of ghostly experiences and close encounters with the supernatural that we wrote down and compiled to share with everyone out there who love a good scare every once in a while.
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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 her 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 yous. 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 awake in the middle of the night.
"Salamat anak," 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 have nothing to bring)," said a third voice.
"Mahirap din e, may bantay (It's difficult because someone stands guard all the time)," said the first voice again.
I ran to the window, bit 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 th 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 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?
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THE BATHROOM GHOST
This story was told to me by my officemate. Marie (not her real name) has a gift--a third eye. As a clairvoyant, she has the ability to see ghosts and spirits, experience the paranormal, and communicate with the spirit world. It is both a gift and a curse.
But Marie has to live with it, because she was born with that ability. Marie's mother has the same gift. In her family, power runs stronger among the females than males.
One day Marie woke up to a blinding headache. She felt like someone was drilling inside her head. Her migraine was acting up again.
She decided not to go to work and get some rest instead. safely ensconced in her bed, she slept the day away, never leaving her room the whole day. (Marie lived alone in a studio on the third floor of a condo unit.)
In the middle of the night, she woke up to answer the call of nature. Still half asleep, she headed for the bathroom. After finishing up, she padded her way back to her bed but her attention was caught by a slight movement on her left.
Seated on the sofa of her living room was an old woman wearing a white towel tied at the chest, like she just had shower! The old woman was drying her hair with another towel.
Marie stifled her shout of surprise. Creeping closer to the old woman, she peered at the figure seated on her settee. There was something familiar about her, Marie thought.
she was taken aback when she realized it was her favorite old aunt, the one who lived in Davao!
"How did she get in here?" Marie wondered. "Wow, was I that tired that I didn't hear her come in?"
What was she doing hereall the way from Davao, Marie thought, delighted yet at the same time bewildered. Her aunt was in her late 60s and she found it difficult to travel.
she was about to call out "Auntie, how are you?" when her aunt turned her head towards Marie. Their eyes crossed and then, something happened that really raised the hair on the back of Marie's neck: her aunt slowly disintegrated into thin air! She looked like she went up in smoke!
"OH MY LORD!" was all Marie could say.
Was that a premonition or a dream? Feeling a disturbing sense of foreboding that something wrong might have happened to her favorite aunt Marie ran to her room and immediately dialed her mom's number.
"Hello, Ma."
"Yes, Marie."
"You know what?"
"I know." Her mom sounded like she knew what Marie was going to say.
"I saw auntie right here in my pad! Something wrong must have happened to her! How is she? did you talk to her recently? I don't know what to do!
At that, Marie poured the whole story out to her Mom, who tried several times to interrupt.
When Marie finally finished relating her experience, her mom told her that her aunt passed away hours before their conversation. She had succumbed to complications brought by diabetes.
Marie broke down and cried. She hadn't seen her favorite aunt in the past five years! Now they'll never see each other again.
Marie put the phone down and cried all night till she fell asleep.
Due to her hectic schedule in the office, Marie wasn't able to attend her aunt's funeral but she offered prayers for her departed loved one.
Three days after the interment, something spooky happned again to Marie.
she arrived home from office at around 10 that evening. As she was opening her door, she saw three butterflies coming out of her room.
Marie knew that some spirits take the form of butterflies and visit their living relatives. She took this as a significant sign.
The three bright brown large butterflies hovered near her head. Suddenly, she felt something cold. She felt the peculiar presence of someone else joining her in her pad.
The frightened her for she had a feeling the three butterflies were her aunt, her uncle and her dad.
Although she was used to spirits making their presence felt to her, she was scared of the idea that her loved ones, someone she knew, would be manifestating themselves to her.
She frantically grabbed the doorknob and stumbled into her pad. She wanted to run and hide under the covers of her bed.
As the butterflies neared her, smoke began forming out of thin air. Slowly it began taking the shape of a woman.
BANG!!!
She kicked the door shut before the figure could fully materialize and locked it tight.
She then jumped into bed, skipping dinner and escaping another scary apparition.
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FACT OR FAKE?
Hi! Just wanted to send you this photo taken last week at eastwood libis. 3 silang magkaibigan namasyal dun, may dala yung isa na celfon 7250 ata, yung may video & camera. Then nagpakuha silang 2 (girls) dun sa kasama nila. Picture taking lang. Then after that nakita nila sa screen ng celfon 7250 may kasama na sila sa photo nakahawak sa braso nung isang girl sa leftside unknowingly. Di nila na feel or nakita kasi dalawa lang talaga sila na nagpa picture dun sa isa nilang kasama. The girls were really shouting & shocked to see the picture taken after a minute. Remember nacapture ng video ang hindi nila nakita in actual. Grabe this is true kasi friend ng daughter ng boss ko ang involved dito. They immediately forwarded the picture message to my boss then dinala sa office. Yun pinakita sa amin last tuesday. I was really gulat kakatakot talaga grabe totoo eto. They are just magbarkada having gimik at libis taht night then picture2 ayun may kasama pala sila all the while. We really need to pray for GOD'S PRESENCE ALL THE TIME especially sa gabi..... cely
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TRUE PHILIPPINE GHOST STORIES [Compilation]
True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 2
By Gianna Maniego and Her Team of Ghost Writers
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URBAN LEGENDS
Among many ghost stories that abound in Metro Manila, there are those that have evolved into what many call the "urban legend."
What is an urban legend?
An urban legend is a story derived from real life, but with elements of over the top horror. It is a way of expressing one's fears, in a totally exaggerated was as to appear ridiculous. Urban legends are often widely circulated. Whether these stories are true or not, no one can tell with absolute certainty.
But one thing's for sure, they make for great copy.
Schools, particularly are favorite settings for urban legends. This is because most schools date way back to the Second World War, when most institutions were used as garrisons, prisons and torture chambers.
It is said that the ghjosts of the soldiers and innocent civilians who have shed their blood in these places will forever walk the halls of these institutions.
Following is a sampling of the urban legends circulating around the schools. Is your school one of them?
University of the Philippines, Diliman
A girl was on the way to the dorm, the only remaining passenger on the jeep she was on.
she had taken this route many times before, soi she was surprised when the driver suddenly changed course. Alarmed, she told the driver to drop her off at her dorm.
After a few minutes, they turned to the original route and the driver dropped her off at the dorm.
But before letting her leave, he gave her a few words of advice:
"Ineng, pag-uwi mo hubarin mo agad iyang mga damit mo at kung pwede sunugin mo agad. Iniba ko yung ruta para makaiwas sa disgrasya. Kanina kasi pagtingin ko sa salamin, wala kang ulo (Miss, when you get home, take off your clothes immediately and burn them. I changed the route to avoid any accidents. I got spooked because when I looked at you the rearview mirror, you didn't have a head!)"
Adamson University
A girl was by the sink in one of the comfort rooms in the building, washing her face.
When she looked in the mirror, she sw that on her face, instead of droplets of water, were little drops of blood. And standing behind her was a man. A headless man in a soldier's uniform.
Every year, students would encounter various but similarly scary experiences in the toilet. According to research, the St. Vincent de Paul building, where the comfort room was, is the oldest building of and was used as an execution station by the Japanese army during World War II.
rumor has it that countless heads had been chopped off in the toilet itself.
Ateneo de Manila University
In the Sacred Heart Novitiate building, the story of the "stairs" is one that forces retreat-goers to go around in the "safety" of groups.
Legend has it that late one night, a group of students went downstairs to go "exploring" after the others had gone to sleep.
The frightening thing was that no matter how long they kept going down the flights of stairs from the 3rd floor dorm hall they occupied, they could not seem to find the ground floor landing.
Even more sinister was that they kept passing the same eerie painting of Christ at each floor landing, over and over again.
College of Saint Benilde
This happened few years ago in the College of Saint Benilde.
During an early morning class, a girl dressed all in black entered room M-409 where a class was going on. The class didn't mind the girl, thinking that she was only sitting in. Suddenly, in the middle of the teacher's lecture, the girl stood up, walked towards the front wall and, to the shock of everyone, wanished into the blackboard.
The incident, which was reported in the school paper, still scares students who take classes in the said room.
Feati University
At 10 pm one night, one ROTC cadet was relieving himself in one of the comfort rooms at third floor of the Paterno building.
He was just about finished when he made out the unmistakable figure of a woman dressed in white floating in the air. The vision made him scream in intense fright, catching attention of his other companions. Upon their arrival, the ghostly apparitionwas still there.
It was seven in the evening at another instance, when a janitor getting ready to go home noticed a mysterious lady enter one of the restrooms at the third floor. He followed the lady to warn her that the part of building was strictly prohibited. He entered the restroom and saw no one there.
According to stories, the Paterno building, which had existed even before the outbreak of World War II, was used as a garrison by the Japanese during the war.
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THE HOWLING AT 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 nigh 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 incoming 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 on 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 on 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 blanketsm the two used the 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 their 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, shemotioned to Alma to help her open the door.
But 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 though 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 oast 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 guard. 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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A NIGHT OF TERROR AT SUBIC
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, ans 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 psychis 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.
TRUE PHILIPPINE GHOST STORIES [Compilation]
True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 2
By Gianna Maniego and Her Team of Ghost Writers
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URBAN LEGENDS
Among many ghost stories that abound in Metro Manila, there are those that have evolved into what many call the "urban legend."
What is an urban legend?
An urban legend is a story derived from real life, but with elements of over the top horror. It is a way of expressing one's fears, in a totally exaggerated was as to appear ridiculous. Urban legends are often widely circulated. Whether these stories are true or not, no one can tell with absolute certainty.
But one thing's for sure, they make for great copy.
Schools, particularly are favorite settings for urban legends. This is because most schools date way back to the Second World War, when most institutions were used as garrisons, prisons and torture chambers.
It is said that the ghjosts of the soldiers and innocent civilians who have shed their blood in these places will forever walk the halls of these institutions.
Following is a sampling of the urban legends circulating around the schools. Is your school one of them?
University of the Philippines, Diliman
A girl was on the way to the dorm, the only remaining passenger on the jeep she was on.
she had taken this route many times before, soi she was surprised when the driver suddenly changed course. Alarmed, she told the driver to drop her off at her dorm.
After a few minutes, they turned to the original route and the driver dropped her off at the dorm.
But before letting her leave, he gave her a few words of advice:
"Ineng, pag-uwi mo hubarin mo agad iyang mga damit mo at kung pwede sunugin mo agad. Iniba ko yung ruta para makaiwas sa disgrasya. Kanina kasi pagtingin ko sa salamin, wala kang ulo (Miss, when you get home, take off your clothes immediately and burn them. I changed the route to avoid any accidents. I got spooked because when I looked at you the rearview mirror, you didn't have a head!)"
Adamson University
A girl was by the sink in one of the comfort rooms in the building, washing her face.
When she looked in the mirror, she sw that on her face, instead of droplets of water, were little drops of blood. And standing behind her was a man. A headless man in a soldier's uniform.
Every year, students would encounter various but similarly scary experiences in the toilet. According to research, the St. Vincent de Paul building, where the comfort room was, is the oldest building of and was used as an execution station by the Japanese army during World War II.
rumor has it that countless heads had been chopped off in the toilet itself.
Ateneo de Manila University
In the Sacred Heart Novitiate building, the story of the "stairs" is one that forces retreat-goers to go around in the "safety" of groups.
Legend has it that late one night, a group of students went downstairs to go "exploring" after the others had gone to sleep.
The frightening thing was that no matter how long they kept going down the flights of stairs from the 3rd floor dorm hall they occupied, they could not seem to find the ground floor landing.
Even more sinister was that they kept passing the same eerie painting of Christ at each floor landing, over and over again.
College of Saint Benilde
This happened few years ago in the College of Saint Benilde.
During an early morning class, a girl dressed all in black entered room M-409 where a class was going on. The class didn't mind the girl, thinking that she was only sitting in. Suddenly, in the middle of the teacher's lecture, the girl stood up, walked towards the front wall and, to the shock of everyone, wanished into the blackboard.
The incident, which was reported in the school paper, still scares students who take classes in the said room.
Feati University
At 10 pm one night, one ROTC cadet was relieving himself in one of the comfort rooms at third floor of the Paterno building.
He was just about finished when he made out the unmistakable figure of a woman dressed in white floating in the air. The vision made him scream in intense fright, catching attention of his other companions. Upon their arrival, the ghostly apparitionwas still there.
It was seven in the evening at another instance, when a janitor getting ready to go home noticed a mysterious lady enter one of the restrooms at the third floor. He followed the lady to warn her that the part of building was strictly prohibited. He entered the restroom and saw no one there.
According to stories, the Paterno building, which had existed even before the outbreak of World War II, was used as a garrison by the Japanese during the war.
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THE HOWLING AT 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 nigh 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 incoming 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 on 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 on 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 blanketsm the two used the 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 their 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, shemotioned to Alma to help her open the door.
But 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 though 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 oast 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 guard. 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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A NIGHT OF TERROR AT SUBIC
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, ans 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 psychis 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.
Huwebes, Oktubre 6, 2011
Miyerkules, Oktubre 5, 2011
Rape Case
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This occurred in 1993.
At that time I was attached to Kg Ubi NPP located at Block 9 Eunos Crescent.
It was during the Chinese 7th Month and as usual I was on “C” shift. (Yea! Supernatural things always occurred in the hours of darkness).
I was out on patrol at about 0330hrs with my partner, a young Chinese boy serving his NS, when we received a dispatch from our DOR (Division Ops Room) to attend a case at Block 3XX, Ubi Ave 1 #03-XXX.
We arrived at scene within 10 mins and knocked on the Complainant’s door. The door was opened by a young woman in her early 20’s, She had a towel across her body to cover her modesty. She was hysterical! She was holding a cluster of garlic and a cross on one hand and a cleaver on her other hand.
She looks glad to see us and immediately invited us into her house and lead us to her kitchen. She was speaking very furiously and at a very fast speed which we had a had time to comprehend, I then told her to put down the cleaver and her other items, she only put down the cleaver but not the cluster of garlic or the cross. She said its for our protection. She then lead us into her kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, we noticed a cup was smashed and there was a bad liquid believed to be coffee. There were also some drawers were on the floors with its contents all spill all over the kitchen’s floor. There was a foul smell like shits and there were some black thick grease on the floor. There was also some torned clothings.
She then lead us to the kitchen’s window and pointed to a tree located about 10 metres from her kitchen window. She then asked us, “Can you see him?” I repiled, ” See What?” She looked at us with unbelieving eyes and again said, “Can you the see creature?”, I again repiled “See what creature? Mdm, there is nothing there!” “Officers are you blind, there is a man on the branch of the tree, & his severe head is resting on his right hand’s palm & he is smiling & looking at us right now!!!” Both my partners again took a long look at the tree but neither of us could see anything. “Look Mdm, are you on medication (drugs)?” She shooked her head. “Are you saying that there is a headless man on the branch of the tree outside your house and he is holding his severe head in his hand?” She nodded! I turn to my partner and said, “32″, my partner nodded his head. (32 is a Police jargo which mean Insane Person). I turned back to her and said,”Mdm, there is nothing out there! & I think its your imagination working overtime”
Her face turn pale and we lead her back into her living room. This is her story. (We still have to “entertain” her even if she is really “32″).
Janet (not her real name), is a Chinese Singaporean and had recently got married and that her husband was away in Malaysia for work. They have shifted to Ubi just 3 months back after their wedding.
Her husband, Jack (Not his real name), is a oil lubricant Salesman and has to travelled intensely to South East Asia countries to services his clients.
Her husband had left for Malaysia earlier in the day. He intended to drive to KL to meet his clients.
Janet said, “Officers, what I am going to tell you, although it might sound incredible and you might even think that I am crazy or high on drugs, which I can asurred 100% that neither am I high on drugs or is crazy. What I am going to tell you is the truth!”
As I could not fall asleep, I to make myself a cup of coffee before watching VCD (That time still dun have DVD hor!).
As I entered the kitchen, I felt a strange presense, “It was like someone staring at me from a distance”, thinking that it was my own imagination, I continued to make my coffee. It was then the entire unit’s lights went off, leaving the entire unit in darkness.
As I was trying to locate a candle & some matches from one of the kitchen’s drawer, I saw someone had jumped in from the window. The creature then tried to rape me. The “thing” grabbed me from my rear & hugged me. Its hands were grouping my breasts. The thing then tried to undress me & as a result my pyamas were torned.
I was struggling with it, when I caught a look at my attacker, it was tall, dark & huge & its body was covered with a layer of thick grease or engine oil. Its eyes were bright yellow like black jauguar’s eyes. I then grabbed a washing board and hit it on its head with it. The creature gave out a loud shriek and then its head rolled off. The creature then got up & picked up its head & flew out of the kitchen’s door and rested on the tree’s branches outside my unit. The creature is still sitting outside my unit in the tree.
She then showed us her torned pyamas which was recovered from the kitchen. On the torn pyamas, there were clearly 2 set of hands prints on it. Its palms prints were covered with grease and mud and it showed up clearly.
As my partner had completed giving the facts to our DOR, my Ops Sgt instructed me to give a call back to DOR.
I told my partner to stay with the complainant while I go downstairs to use the Public phone to contact DOR. (That time, we were not issued with HP like the officers now)
It was already nearly 0435hrs when I spoke to my Ops Sgt, she informed that a Singaporean car had been involved in a fatal accident along the North South highway of Malaysia after Segamat earlier on at 0100hrs. The car had overturn and handed upside down inside a small river. A body with its head severed was found in the wreakage. I replied, “Sarge, I am still engaged in a case leh!” (I thought she wanted me to inform the Next of Kin - Police Officers, sometimes when the Next of Kin cannot be located or contacted, they will get the Police to assist to inform them)
“Cpl Christopher. please let me finished” Said my Ops Sgt
“From the contents in the deceased’s wallet, it was established that the deceased was a Jack Lim residing at Block 3XX Ubi Ave 1 #03-XXX. It is the same unit that you are attending a case right now!” “You are to informed his wife about the fatal accident”
I then went back to the unit and informed Janet about the accident as gently as I could. Once I told her, she fainted and fell to the floor. We carried her back to her living room and put her onto the sofa. I summoned for AB (Ambulance). While waiting for the arrival of the AB, my partner & I heard sobbing sound coming out from the kitchen. We went to investigate and managed to trace the sobbing sound to the tree. However, neither of us could see anything! It send a chill to our bones.
When AB arrived, Janet was conveyed to hospital. It was learnt that she passed away the same day without regaining conscious.
After the incident, whenever I attended any cases near the vicinity of the block, it never fails to send a chill to my bone.
I hoped that their souls will find peace where ever they are.
Pulau Tekong True Fact
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It is a well-known fact that Pulau Tekong has a number of ghosts. Some of you readers may have read or heard about the ghost at Charlie Company at the old basic military camp I. Unfortunately, some versions that I read or heard have been distorted over the years.
Here, I hope to set the record straight. Instructors and trainees of Charlie Company, Infantry Training Depot during the March-June 1983 period can vouch for my version of the story. It is NOT my intention to revive hurtful memories especially for the bereaved family or to blame anyone, but purely to narrate facts as they had happened.
The starting point of this true story should be the 16 Km route march about 18 years ago. Before the march, the Officer Commanding of the company asked the trainees whether anyone was sick or not feeling well. No one put up his hand. But there was a trainee among the company, Recruit Tham W.K., who was down with flu but did not put up his hand.
Then the route march started. The platoons took turns to lead the company after each break during the route march. Sometimes, the pace of the march became too hot for some trainees, who could not keep pace and had to fall out. They became stragglers and had to be picked up by a few instructors walking at the rear of the company. The landrover with the medical orderly was also supposed to be at the rear.
Somehow, Tham fell out and managed to slip out of view by taking cover in the forest. He was not to be seen alive again.
During subsequent rest breaks, there were head-counts. He was presumed to be with the medical orderly. It was only in the evening after the route march, when the the rifles were due to be returned to the armoury, that they realised Tham was missing. They went to the medical centre but he was not there. The instructors feared the worst. Overnight, they organised a night-search party for him, re-tracing the 16-Km route taken earlier in the day. They could not find him.
The next day, the entire Camp I ceased training and batches of instructors and trainees were dispatched to find Tham. It was only about 5 p.m. that his own platoon commander (PC) found his corpse. Near a forest track junction, the PC noticed a half-pictched tent. He called out but there was no response. As he neared the tent, he noticed many flies buzzing around and detected a foul stench. There lay before him his dead trainee, lying with one hand holding his rifle and the other hand outstretched with a water bottle, with its cover opened. The PC broke down in tears and wept openly.
(A subsequent post-mortem showed that Tham had apparently died of stomach rupture. When his body system was still hot from the heat of the route march, against the advice of instructors, he had apparently gulped down massive amounts of water suddenly. It was like pouring ice cubes into a thin glass of hot water, which can cause the glass to crack. But the post mortem also found puncture marks on his body, which could not be satisfactorily explained to this day.)
It was left to the Company Sergeant Major and his landrover driver to drive the corpse back to camp for transfer to the mortuary. It was twilight at that time. Inexplicably, the engine could not start. The thought of the two of them spending the night with the corpse unnerved them. But eventually, they somehow had the engine started and returned safely to base.
The late Tham was promoted to NCO and cremated at Mount Vernon with full military honours. As the company trainees lined the road snaking up to the crematorium to salute our late comrade, it was a heart-breaking sight to see a distraught mother being supported by two daughters following the hearse.
A few instructors returned to the site where he departed from this world, to offer incense and prayers. One instructor asked the late Tham not to come back and haunt us, but rather to express his last wishes in a dream so that his soul could rest in peace after his wishes were fulfilled.
But Tham did not listen.
Incident 1: One of the instructors came to the Platoon 9 bunk to remove his personal effects. When he opened up his metal cupboard, there was a foul stench from inside that could not be explained.
Incident 2: In the dead of the night, some trainees of Charlie Company heard Tham’s voice shouting for the platoon or company to fall in at the common company compound.
Incident 3 (more scary): One of the platoon 9 section mates woke up in the middle of the night and saw the white figure of Tham’s ghost standing in front of his former cupboard ! He bolted to the next double-decker bed, grabbed to share his blanket and said “ghost!” The next morning, the platoon mates could see two trainees pale and ashened by the encounter.
Incident 4: During one of the subsequent route marches (by Golf Company), the company noticed a figure of a soldier in full battle order standing in the distance among some trees. The OC (a former Commando Captain) dashed forward to take a closer look. He quickly ordered the whole company to double past without slowing down to see what he saw. Subsequent route marches were diverted to avoid that area of sighting.
It’s been a long time since I last set foot on Pulau Tekong in June 1983. But I heard that the bunk in which the late Tham used was converted into a lecture room and subsequently into a store room. The room was installed with padlocked doors for obvious reasons.
Over the years, generations of trainees who became instructors passed down their version of Tham’s story by word of mouth, which unfortunately got distorted in the process.
May his soul rest in peace.
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