[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.
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