[Updated] True Philippine GHOST Stories [Compilation]
seth:
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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