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June 11th, 2010 at 19:29
Once, I had to visit a relative in a really remote and rural part of the city, and the tricycle I rode (the tricycle is the main means of transport in our Kidapawan) had to pass vast Coconut fields as well as wild groves. When it was time to head back to civilization, it was already around six in the evening and it was raining.
I hired the tricycle exclusively, so back and forth, it was just me and the driver, a somewhat senile old man. He did not look at me throughout but kept on muttering to himself. To distract myself from the unease, I fancied staring at the wilderness we passed by. It was a refreshing sight, seeing the wild green of nature being showered by rain, and I felt at peace.
But when we reached back to the coconut trees, I noticed a white figure beneath one tree. while I stared at it, trying to see what it was, the sound of the rain and the tricycle seemed to have been replaced by total silence. I noticed this and blinked. when I looked back, the figure disappeared!
Spirits, it thought really did haunt the woods.
But our City of Kidapawan also has an urban aspect of it: in fact it’s somewhere between urban and rural.
And this is where it gets really creepy.
Upon reaching what might be considered civilization, The night had already crept in, and in rural cities, people slept early, so it was already dark and quiet around seven. we reached our house, which was just in front of a national highway around eight, and as we approached it our tricycle was the only thing in the four lane road. Upon reaching the house I descended from the tricycle and, completely facing the house, I started looking for a 100 peso bill.
When I turned around, The tricycle was gone!
When I tell this story to people, no one believes me. but I swear that on that day I had encountered a being of the woods while unwittingly riding a being of the streets!
June 12th, 2010 at 01:51
This happened when I just recently tried doing psychic/mental exercises (progressive relaxation, creative visualization etc) to develop my sensitivity towards the unseen energies around us and to awaken that part of our brains that help us tap the subconscious and the supra-conscious. I was taking a shower when I suddenly felt an entity with me inside the bathroom. When I looked around, I saw a naked, bald, overly mascular man with veins popping out. He had horns coming out the side of his head (like Ram horns but bigger). He had a very large erect red penis. He tried to wrap his arms around me trying to enter the back of my head. I prayed so hard calling out to God and all the saints in heaven to protect me. Thank God I had a very strong will so he wasn’t able to over power me, otherwise I might have been intellectually raped or possesed that day. (I’m an artistically inclined person, oftentimes weird, and I think has a very large potential to be clinically insane one day. But the fact that I am still aware that I have the potency to be crazy makes me believe that I am not yet crazy, maybe bordering on, but not yet.) A lot of my friends believe me, some laugh at this story and some just raise their eyebrows and shrug. It’s up to you if you would believe me or not but I hope when you take your shower later, you wouldn’t feel that prickly sensation (kilabot) specially with shampoo on your hair or soap on your face
June 12th, 2010 at 05:19
In an intimate party I was in, my friend and I approached a male celebrity to say hi. Being condo-mates made it easy for us to spark a conversation. As we brought the topic up, he said that he no longer lives in our building. He moved out few month ago together with his sister who lives in one of the condos above him. He said that there was one incident that made them go away. While he was chatting with his sister in the same building over web cam, he saw someone approached his sister. The guy sat down with her, placed his arms over her shoulder and smiled at him. This gave him the fright of his life because the guy he saw in her sister’s cam was himself.
June 12th, 2010 at 08:42
Right after high school, I entered the the minor seminary as a precollege entrant. Rumors have it that our dormitory was haunted. I did not believe it though. Not until one cold night when i was awakened by the call of nature. When I woke up, a gloomy and pale sight of a kid staring sternly straight to my eyes caught me immeasurably stunned. Even though I was doubting what I saw, but undeniably, His eyes mirror the heart of darkness. Almost inhospitable to any human contacts. When I tried to get up to clear any doubt left, he started to turn his back against me and went inside the dorm C.R. I could not hear any footsteps at all because his silhoutte was swiftly floating in the air. My breath was almost erratic, my hands arthritic, and my soul was frantically terrified when all the toilets flushed in diabolical unison as the water swallowed the kid completely out of the face of the earth. I was told by the elder brothers that it must be the lost soul of a young lad who committed suicide inside the halls of the seminary ages ago. Aside from begging for his eternal repose, I prayed for that lost soul that the next time he tried to scare out the hell of me, he should spare me from irregularities of kidney dysfunction.
June 12th, 2010 at 12:46
Erap won 2nd place on the presidential elections this year. What makes it scary is it actually happened.
June 12th, 2010 at 14:44
Nangyari ‘to sa asawa ko noong year 2000. Boyfriend ko pa lang sya noon and being so much in love, madalas syang gabihin sa bahay namin. I live 1.5 hours drive away from his place and since he usually go by around 12mn, inaabot na talaga sya ng madaling araw sa daan.
Ilang araw pagkatapos ng huling pagdalaw ng boyfriend ko (asawa ko na ngayon), hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit parang ayaw nyang lumabas ng bahay, nagkukulong daw. Pinipilit nya ako na kung maaari, ako na lang daw muna ang pumunta sa kanila. May kasama pang alibi na “masama ang pakiramdam”.
Nang gabi pala nung huling pagdalaw nya sa amin, napadaan pa sa konting inuman. Lasing na susuray-suray na nang makauwi sa kanila. Sa kanto, daan patungo sa kanilang subdivision ay may lumang bahay kastila.
Gawa sa kahoy ang itaas na parte ng tinatawag na “malaking bahay”, may malalaking bintana at adobe ang mga haligi sa ibaba.
Nang papalapit na bago ang pagliko sa kanto, naglalakad na halos wala nang malay, hindi naman daw nya gustong lumingon pero parang tinatawag sya sa likuran.
Nakita nya sa, tila nakadungaw sa may bintana ang isang babaeng ‘hangin’ na malabo ang mukha at ulo.
Akala daw nya sa pelikula lang nangyayari yun, yung multo multo. Yung pakiramdam na tumatakbo ka pero parang hindi ka gumagalaw. Parang gusto daw nyang himatayin sa gitna ng bukid (malawak na matalahib na lupa ang katapat ng bahay nila noon). Sabi ng nanay nya, noon lang nya nakitang naging meztiso ang anak nya nang pagbuksan nya ito ng pintong niyayanig sa pagkatok.
Napunta daw sa talampakan lahat ng pagkalasing nya.
Simula noon, maaga nang umuuwi ang boyfriend ko. Iniiwasan na rin na mapadaan sa ‘malaking bahay’.
Note: Years after that, nasa ibang bansa na kami nang mapanood namin sa Magandang Gabi Bayan, Halloween Special na nafeature ang ‘malaking bahay’. Sa Bulacan, Bulacan ito, Brgy. Sta. Ana.
June 12th, 2010 at 15:07
Eto ang isa pang istorya na hindi ko makakalimutan.
Nangyari ito sa Kuya ko. Nasa edad 6 at 8 kami noong mangyari ito sa kanya.
Sa Bulacan, inaaring may buhay na naninirahan sa mga puno. Marahil hanggang ngayon, nandoon pa rin ang matandang paniniwala.
Kapag daraan ka malapit sa malalaking puno, kailangan mong magsabi ng “tabi tabi po, makikiraan lang po”.
Palibhasa, lumaki kami ng kuya sa syudad kung saan ang pagsasabihan mo ng tabi tabi po ay ang mga rumaragasang traysikel at jeep para di ka masagasaan.
Nang iuwi kami ng nanay sa Bulacan, sa pinakamatandang tyahin namin kami nanirahan kung saan ang bahay ay pinapaligiran ng malalaking puno ng kaimito, siniguwelas, niyog at mayabong na halamanan na may malalaking bulaklak ng gumamela.
Natatandaan kong nakatatakam ang mga kaimito, hitik sa bunga ang mga puno. Nakatayo ang mga ito sa itim na lupa na laging mamasa-masa, halos hindi nasisinagan ng araw sa yabong ng mga dahong tumatakip sa buong looban.
Binato ng kuya ko ang mga puno para maglaglagan ang mga bunga. Hindi namin mabilang kung ilan ang nakain namin. Busog na busog kami sa matatamis na kaimito.
Kinabukasan, dinala sa ospital ang kuya. Nananakit ang matigas na tiyan. Naisip nila, impatso ito at sinabi nga ng kuya na nanginain kami ng kaimito.
Kasagsagan noon ng People Power, naririnig kong pina-uusapan nila na parang masama ang kondisyon ng kuya, muntik nang di umabot sa ospital nang magsimulang tumirik ang mga mata.
Nabalitaan kong nirekomenda ng doktor na kuhanan ng tubig ang kuya sa likod para makita kung ano ang diprensya. Pero hindi daw ito nangyari, nabali ng makailan ang mga karayom at hindi magawa ng doktor ang dapat gawin.
Makaraan pa ang ilang araw, narinig ko rin sa usapang matatanda na ipapatawag na ang pari, hindi na raw alam ng mga doktor ang maaring gawin. Nagawa na ang mga pagsusulit pero walang makitang pinagmumulan ng sakit.
Ang sumunod na balita, nanigas daw ang kuya nang basbasan ng pari, sumusuka nang itim na likido at naghihihiyaw. Hanggang sa manigas ang boong katawan at parang hindi humihinga.
Ang tyahin ko, na kahit ayaw maniwala na pinananahan ng mga itim na dwende ang bakuran nya ay ginawa ang tanging alam nyang makapagpapagaling sa kuya. Nag alay ng buhay na manok, nagtulos ng mga kandila, nag-iiyak kasama ng panalangin sa gitna ng looban na wag naman kunin ang bata.
Kinabukasan, nagdala ng albularyo sa ospital. Pinahawak ng batong umiinit ang kapatid ko, ipinagdasal ng mga orasyon, at saka pinayuhan ang mga magulang ko na manalig na lang sa magagawa ng Diyos.
Kinabukas, dumilat ang mga mata ng kuya kong ilang araw nagkukumbulsyon at suka, nanghihingi ng tubig at tinapay, gutom na gutom
Napakalayo raw kasi ng nilakad nya. Kasama ng mga taong marurumi.
(Kahit siguro bungkalin sa ospital, may record ang kuya na doon sya na admit, sa sakit na hindi naipaliwanag ng mga doktor, kaya nagpatawag na ng pari. Sa St. Luke’s sya naadmit noon.)
June 12th, 2010 at 16:50
I usually experience sleep paralysis or bangungot when I’m tired or stressed. Twitching toes doesn’t work for me. I have to jerk my head, but when I’m tired my muscles will not move. So I moan to get someone to nudge me.
One night during college, my computer conked out on me as I was finishing an important paper due the next day. So I called my cousin A and asked if I could use their computer and spend the night over. This was late evening, no one else in their household knew I was coming and everyone was already asleep by the time I arrived. So I proceeded to work on my paper at the study room adjacent to my two younger cousins’ (cousin B & cousin C) bedroom. As soon as I finish, I crash into the folding bed laid out for me at the study room and pull a blanket over my head.
In the middle of the night, I woke up. I could see everything in the room including the tree tops outside the window — but I could not move. I couldn’t go back to sleep so I decided to moan to get my cousins in the adjacent room to wake me up. I could hear one of them say, “Huuuuyy narinig mo yun…Ano yun?” Then I heard someone get up and enter the study room. It was fairly dark so I couldn’t see cousin B’s face but I could see her name embroidered on her shorts. As soon as cousin B nudges me, I wake up and call out her name – but I still had the blanket over my head!
June 12th, 2010 at 20:40
I sleep alone in a locked room. One night I was having a terribly bad dream,wherein I was being pinned by some very strong unknown being whom I cannot see. No matter how hard I struggled I couldn’t break free–I know this is what is commonly known as bangungot–even though you are asleep, you know you are trying to move,but your body is not responding. While all of these are happening you actually feel so cold you get goosebumps. Some paranormal experts say there are actual beings or entities who are involved with this activity and I tend to agree. In fact I’m planning to set up a videocam in my room to film myself as I sleep. It is strange but I can personally attest to this strange phenomenon that happens to me occassionally. This frightening experience still happens to me,but I learned that just “letting go” is the only thing one can do–the nightmare ends eventually when you feel that the entity has “let you go” from his grasp-that’s when you awake. But for some unlucky people the nightmare ends in death,and they do not wake up. What happens to them? Where do they go? How can we help them? Usually when I wake up from a bangungot, I feel very cold,tired and with my heart beating like some crazy drum. On this particular nightmare, I was (I think) saved from possible death from bangungot by a very very real finger poke right in the middle of my back–it was so real that I was jolted out of my nightmare,and almost jumped out of my bed. It felt so real I looked around the room to check if maybe any member of my family managed to open the locked door to wake me up with a finger poke. There was no one. Whoever that was,or whatever that was who woke me, I am thankful to be alive.
June 12th, 2010 at 21:36
This is a scary story relayed to me by my wife. This happened several years ago and yet even as I write this it still gives me goose bumps.
Anyway, she was set to open a Pilates studio about 10 years ago in a new building about three blocks away from the place we lived in a barangay in Cagayan de Oro. In the few days that they were renting the place, some of her staff were beginning to feel something eerie about the place and had began to notice strange things happening like discovering left over food on the table when they open early in the morning or having a feeling of being watched by somebody.
My wife therefore, decided to have the place blessed so they arranged for a priest to come over. There were only 4 of them in the blessing ceremony, my wife, the priest and a couple of her staff.
As the ceremony was performed all 4 of them noticed several other voices joining in and responding to the prayers as it was said. All they could do was look to each other and knew for sure that there was only 4 of them and yet more than 10 other voices were joining in with them. What made it more scary was at the ending of the ceremony were the word Amen is said, louder voices joined in as if to express a sigh of relief.
I told my wife that they may have freed several trapped souls in that building that day.
We were not originally from that place and I had a chance to talk to a son of one of the original settlers in the barangay were my wife had that Pilates studio, and he told me that his father told him that the lot were that building stood used to be the residence of a known ‘ungo’ in Visayan or vampire a long time ago in the past century.
The lost souls trapped in that building may have been the ungo’s victims.
June 13th, 2010 at 12:51
I am not the “pangitain” kind or the one who has “third eye.” I can only hear noises from those paranormal creatures. One night, during our regular choir practice (it was already 10pm we were almost done and we were at the most haunted hall in our parish), Kuya Joel asked, “Ano ang allelujah natin?” Upon hearing that, I heard a voice and she (yes, the voice belonged to a girl) sang the Celtic version of our Allelujah. I looked around and saw that everyone was thinking and I even asked if somebody from the girls sang the Celtic version. Puzzled but I just laughed and after few days my sister told me that she saw two kids playing at the stairs of the same hall. Our parochial vicar even had the same experience on that parish hall.
June 13th, 2010 at 21:42
I sleep in this bed that could fit 3. For the past year, every 2AM in the morning, I can feel someone moving in to my bed to lie beside me. I would be stirred by the movement, and as I regain full consciousness, I can still feel the mattress slowly being occupied by some unseen weight, as if someone’s slowly positioning itself to sit.
The paranormal visitations that I regularly get stopped when I decided to lit one of the lights in our hallway.
June 13th, 2010 at 22:25
I have a policeman uncle who was the macho and siga-sa-kanto type. One night, he needed to pee so he went down to the first floor where the comfort room was. Suddenly, he saw some smoke suddenly appear. He thought there was a fire at first, but then he saw a human figure form, and recognized it as his just-deceased mother-in-law. Basically, she just talked to him and told him to take care of his family. My uncle didn’t take it so well…he ran back upstairs screaming. From then on, he had an arinola in their room coz he wouldn’t go downstairs alone at night anymore.
June 14th, 2010 at 09:15
Let the records show that I don’t believe in ghosts. I’ve never seen one, but I experienced something I really can’t explain.
My favourite professor from UP died last year. I didn’t see her for many years because I was living abroad so when I got invited to teach in our department I was very excited to see her again. She wasn’t there anymore. Apparently she setup a new school and became the founding dean. A few months after I started teaching she died. It was such a staggering loss. She was beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated and universally loved.
Since I was teachig the Catering Laboratory class, I was asked to handle the food for the tribute/merienda cena our college was hosting in her honour. After days of planning we finally had a fantastic menu and everything was set for that afternoon.
Now I recently moved to Malolos so to beat the rush hour traffic I usually drive to Manila at about 6 am and arrive in UP just before 7. I am always the first one to arrive in our office. Every morning I would switch the computers on and the electric kettle, etc. One morning I was sitting on my chair with my back on the room trying to untangle the cables of our appliances when I felt someone run behind me. I also saw a shadow on the wall I was facing. I looked behind me and saw nothing. Hackles were all standing by then. I’m not catholic and I don’t pray so I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do so I just thought I’d forget about it. A few days later I told the other professors about it and they were more freaked out than I was.
Last week I was alone in the room humming a Python song when someone joined in and whistled with me. I love our little office room!
June 14th, 2010 at 11:19
Does it ever occur to you that you become half-awake and half-asleep at nights?
Well, it usually happens to me. I will dream about something irrelevant and before I know it, I’m in my dark room. My eyes aren’t open of course, but I’m conscious that I’m in my room. While I am aware of what my surrounding is, I can’t will any part of my body to move an inch. It’s like having a nightmare but you know that you are awake. It’s one of the worst situations I find myself into, really.
Well, because it usually happens to me, somehow I am not frightened anymore. I have developed a way to “wake” myself up over time. It’s just simple: I have to move one toe so that it can touch the steel railing of my bed…
So there was this one early morning that I have experienced the same state. I found myself in my room, lying on my back. I could hear the dogs barking outside. The a/c had timed out and I can hear my own heartbeat in a steady, calm state as well.
So I went on with the drill. I summoned all the will power I could muster to move my toe and extend it to touch the railing. At the second or third attempt, I usually succeeded, but that night, I just felt weak-willed and kept on trying but to no avail. So before I made another attempt, I prayed for strength. I didn’t want to die like my brother– 17 years old, in his sleep. The doctors said it was due to “acute-pancreatic hemorrhage”, just like how Rico Yan died. I was starting to think that was what’s going on in my brother’s mind as he died.
And as I said my “amen”, I focused all my will on my right toe. I was struggling but I felt I was going to make it. Then suddenly, a playful, naughty voice of a little girl whispered in my ear, Hindi ka makagalaw ano?
June 14th, 2010 at 12:30
Dati crush na crush ko si CoCo Martin (pero ngayon hindi na dahil nakita ko siya in flesh sa Phil FAshion Wk. ng Bench , he’s so punggok at na turn off ako sa outfit nya na pinuluputan siya ng kurtina)
Nang ipalabas ang movie na “Serbis” so nuod ako pero di siya showing sa SM at nag 1st day last day na sa mga sinehan at ang natirang showing na sinehan ay sa may ALABANG , may naririnig na ako sa mall na yun na kesyo dati raw sementeryo kahit mag isa nagpunta ako ng Alabang para lang masilayan si Coco.
Pagpasok ko ng sinehan sa intermission pa lang so may ilaw pa noon at mga 10 lang kaming tao , naupo ako sa may bandang harapan para makita ko ng malapitan si Coco at ako lang ang tao sa may bandang harap at susunod na tao ay mga 8 rows sa inuupuan ko, pero nung nag start na yung movie at pinatay ang ilaw iba ang feeling na nararamdaman ko parang ang dami dami namin sa loob ng sinehan so habang naka focus ako sa screen may nakikita ko mga naglalakaran sa buong sinehan pero dedma lang ako naka focus pa ri ako sa pigsa ni Coco pero habang tumatagal iba na yung feeling parang tumatayo na yung balahibo ko , dedma pa rin pero di ko ma explain nararamdaman ko may mga taong naglalaran sa buong sinehan , umabot na sa tenga ang takot ko ng parang may gumalaw sa likod ng upuan ko then tumalikod ako para tingnan nakita ko dalawang matanda isang babae na kamukha ni Lilia Cuntapay at isang lalakeng matanda na magkatabi sa likod ng upuan ko at nakatingin sa akin …di ko maipaliwag ang feeling ko kung iiyak ba ko sa sobrang takot ..Tumakbo na ako palabas ng sinehan at habang papalabas feel na feel ko sobrang daming tao or spirit sa loob ng sinehan mga 300 na tao ang feel sa loob samantalang 10 lang kami nung nag start yung movie.
(At saka parang di ko maisip na Lolo at Lola na manood ng Serbis Movie)
June 14th, 2010 at 17:26
Madalas kaming magpalipas-oras sa dorm ng kaibigan ko kapag vacant hour kami. Minsan, wala talaga kaming magawa, nag-request silang kumanta ako. Pinagbigyan ko naman sila at habang kumakanta ako ay nirecord nila ito sa aking phone. Pagkatapos kong kumanta ay pinakinggan namin ang nirecord nila. Nagulat kami nang pagdating sa chorus ng kanta ay may narinig kaming sumabay na boses ng isang babae na parang umiiyak at ang sinasabi’y “TULUNGAN NINYO AKO… TULUNGAN NINYO AKO… TULUNGAN NINYO…”
Hindi na namin tinapos na pakinggan ang kanta. Pagdating ko sa bahay ay pinarinig ko ito sa mga kapatid ko. Hindi na rin nila kinaya ang narinig nila dahil talagang nagmamakaawa ang boses ng babae. Makalipas ang isang linggo ay nasira na ang aking cellphone.
June 15th, 2010 at 03:23
@enajie: Teka, yan ba yung kinanta mo yung Fall To Pieces ni Avril Lavigne?
June 15th, 2010 at 10:13
I’ve always spent my summers in my grandmother’s crumbling house in Cadiz City, Negros Occidental – a house that was built in 1936, used as headquarters by the Japanese during the war and surrounded by sugarcane fields. My relatives always had some weird stories about the place. My favorite was the one time one of the carabaos went amok after being tethered to a supposedly haunted mabolo tree and began to sit on its hindquarters, like a dog. As for me and my sister, aside from suddenly feeling like we were being watched, or hearing the “sweeper” at night (at 3am, without fail, we’d hear someone sweeping outside our window with a walis tingting, even if we were actually on the second floor), we were generally spared from actually seeing anything scary.
Until the summer of 1999. From the moment we entered the house, there was a lot of negative energy. My sister and I were fighting over every little thing and were generally annoyed with each other. One night we fell asleep in a huff after a huge fight over some petty thing. At around one am, I stirred. Half-asleep, my sight still foggy, I saw a shadowy figure by the foot of my bed, standing beside the electric fan. I thought it was my sister, and was just about to yell at her for waking me up, when the figure raised its arm and crashed it down the electric fan. The fan’s blades flew out the grills and one of them struck me on the ankle. The noise of the explosion woke my dad, brother and sister (with whom I was sharing the room).
The next day, as I was retelling what I’d seen, my sister said that right before she fell asleep, she heard continous whispering in her ear, which she ignored because she was still too mad at me to be scared.
To this day, every summer we spend in that house (and in that room), I can’t fall asleep until it’s light out.
June 15th, 2010 at 17:03
This is my second entry here-I hope it is allowed. My father died in 1999. Around September last year I had a very vivid dream involving my father’s grave in a memorial park here in my hometown. In my dream I saw my father’s coffin floating in muddy water. It was a very brief dream and I woke up and forgot about it,because as I’ve read, many dreams do not mean anything. A couple of weeks later,on September 25,Ondoy devastated Metro Manila. Two days later, we visited my dad’s grave. The memorial park was muddy,maintenance crew were working round the clock to tidy up the place. We found that our dad’s granite tombstone has been detached from its bolts, and was placed on top of the niche; my sister asked one of the personnel why. He replied that the whole memorial park was submerged in waist deep floodwater for a day because a nearby creek overflowed. They said it was the first time it has happened. Now all of us are worried about our dad’s remains–although the niche appears undamaged,we are horrified at the thought that the remains of our dear dad has been defiled by floodwater. We even discussed the possibility of having his remains dug up to check for water damage,and for a possible relocation to a new grave site, but the management assured us that water cannot enter the airtight cement slab. They also said it would be an expensive and complicated process since we have paid fully for the 8-body memorial lot, and they have never done any re-interment before. Still that dream of my old man’s coffin floating in water still bothers me. What if he’s trying to tell me a message?
June 15th, 2010 at 18:27
@iceproof: yup, I think yun nga yung kanta. why? Ü
June 15th, 2010 at 21:28
I was only able to read this post last night, and I had a good scare reading the comments. I do not have any freaky experience of the paranormal sort, and although I love “Trese” a lot, I am unable to to contribute my story.
Well until today, that is.
My office is quite far from our house and I wake up really early in order to beat the morning rush. It’s so early that I’m usually the first person in our department to come to the office. Now, our office is really old and dark, leading me to believe that the architects weren’t fans of windows and sunlight. I proceeded to eat my breakfast around 7:30 in the morning in our semi-dark pantry, when I started hearing strange creaking noises in the supposed floor above the room, somewhat like footsteps going to and fro the entire area. Soon, I began to notice that the noises were becoming prominently louder, as if the person doing the scuffling is stomping on the exact same spot right above my table. At this point, I started to get scared, but hunger got the best of me, and I continued to eat my breakfast like nothing’s wrong. Then I heard a creepy moan emanate from the entire room, and I had a feeling that I was being watched, that I was not alone.
I hurriedly chomped down my food, and with knees shaking, left the room as quickly as possible. I relayed the story to my office mate, who mentioned that it is indeed queer, since there’s no floor above our pantry, rendering footsteps right above me virtually impossible. Other office mates relayed their own weird experiences in the office, and it turns out that they have been perplexed at my supposed bravado in staying at the office early in the morning, alone.
I still get chills as I type the story.
June 15th, 2010 at 23:44
May post ako about sa sinehan sa alabang
# 16 swanoepel Says:
June 14th, 2010 at 12:30 pm
Tonight wala akong magawa so nag google ako ng word
Alabang (Name ng sinehan) Ghost Stories
I SWEAR DI KO PA NABASA TO BAGO AKO NG POST nung story ko,
OMG!!!so mas lalo akong kinilabutan so it means TOTOO TALAGA !!!
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momolowla
04-19-2009, 05:10 AM
im from alabang and lumaki ako malapit sa _____ mall.. tama nga na dating sementeryo yung mall na yon.. meron akong friend na may weird experience doon.. meron kasi silang movie analysis na projects sa skul.. since na malapit lang sya sa ______ mall dun na lang sya nagdecide na manood ng movie.. ang malupit pa doon ‘last full show’ sya nanood.. sya lang mag isa.. so pagdating nya sa movie hauz madilim na and nagsisimula na yung movie… yung pinanood nya ay isang comedy movie. syempre nakakatawa yung palabas and nung pumasok sya halos wala syang maupuan kasi tingin nya madaming tao… ang nakakakilabot sa lahat nung bumukas yung ilaw pagkatapos ng palabas… nagulat sya nung ilan lang pala silang nanonood, almost 10 or less lang sila.. bigla syang kinilabutan kaya tumakbo sya pauwi… mula noon di na sya nanood ng sine dun..
may isa pa akong friend na nagwork sa _____ Mall na yun as a security guard.. so around 7pm meron daw pumasok na 10 guys na nakabarong, natawa nga sya kasi parang may kasal na dadaluhan yung mga manonood.. eh hanggang closing sya duty… kinilabutan sya nung di lumabas yung 10 guys na nakabarong.. bigla na lang daw nawala….
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onga… ung technician nmen sa office nun ganyan..
nanuod daw xa sa _____Mall tpos ang ingay daw habang nanu2od sya..
yung parang andami nya daw ksama.. pro pagbukas daw ng
ilaw e iilan lang pala silang nasa loob.. :eek:
tpos kwento naman ng ksamahan ko ngayon d2 s shop..
nanuod daw sila ng sine nun sa _____Mall..
nung pauwe na cla nag-CR muna cla e kala nya kasama nya ate nya sa CR..
pagtapos nya mag-wiwi e nag-retouch muna sya..
tpos nun me nagflush sa pinakadulong cubicle e d kala nya nga ate nya lang..
tinwag nya “ate.. ate..” tapos nde nsagot..
nung sumilip sya sa ilalim wala naman palang tao, karipas daw xa ng takbo e..
tpos nun nde na xa nanuod ulit ng sine sa ____Mall.. :confused:
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nelsonhomer on February 03, 2004 08:00 PM
meron ako narinig dati about metropolis
there was this guy na nanood daw ng sine sa metropolis. he bought a ticket balcony ang pinili nya.
pag akyat nya nakita nya puno daw yungmga seats so he decided to sit sa stairway na lang. after a while a guard na may flashlight confronted him. sabi ng guard sir bakit po kayo nakaupo sa hagdan e marami pa pong silya ? paglingon nya sya lang ang tao sa itaas. kakatakot :)
for those na di nakakaalam. Metropolis was once a cementery all the burried bodies were transferred to soldiers hill. but alot of forgotten tombs remained in the site. yon lang po.
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foxhunter
April 19th, 2006, 03:08 AM
tapos meron pang isang incident. sa _____ mall alabang, sympre alam ko ang story na dating cemetry un. kasi taga muntinlupa ako. nanuod ako ng movie dun some tagalog ahem movie:). para di makita na manunuod ka. it was last fullshow kasi hintay ko yung frend ko na nag trabaho sa camella homes. i swear, pag pasok ko nung movie haus; my kasabay pa akong matandang lalake… tapos umupo sya sa kabilang end kasi medyo puno na yung upuan sa gitna. ayoko naman gumitna sa ibang upuan, dahil ayokong my katabi rin. at ayoko naman sa harap kasi malabo na. tapos there was this guy at the age of 20’s tumingin sakin. sympre natakot naman ako baka kung anu yun bakla or magnanakaw. lapitan pa ako. pero tingin nya nag tataka lang. tapos umupo na ako sa kabilang end, maskina pangit ang view ko. tapos na nuod na kami…
after matapos yung film nalng credits at lights on na pag kakita ko, gulat ako na mga 7-10 person lang yata kami sa loob. tapos lahat kami mag kakahiwalay, meron sa mga gitna tapos lahat almost nasa dulo… tapos nag sitayuan kami agad. nakasabay ko sa restroom yung matandang nakasabay ko sa pag pasok. sabi nya sakin;”di ba maraming nanunuod kanina”. sabi ko;”oo”. tapos tahimik nalang ako sabay alis sa cinema… kaso madilim pa palabas… kasi lights out na ang iba. siguro yung lalakeng tuming sakin nag taka, kasi ang raming upuan tapos sa gilid lang kami umupo… di lang nya alam…hahahah…
yun lang share ko…
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KC said…
Naalala ko kasi nagtrip kami ng mga HS friends ko na manood ng sine sa _______ Alabang (yung dating sementeryo). Wala masyadong tao dahil weekday. Tapos biglang bumanat itong isa: “Alam nyo ba dati nung nanood kami ni Kuya ng sine dito, maraming tao nung dumating kami kasi nasa gitna na yung palabas. Tapos pagbukas ng ilaw, iilan lang pala kaming nanood samantalang nung pagpasok namin siksikan ang tao”
Kumaripas kami ng takbo palabas, baka kasi mga multo yung kasama namin. Kaya pala nagrerebolusyon si Dodong na huwag sa _____ manood ng sine kahit mura kesa sa ATC. Haha!
September 28, 2007 10:37 PM
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June 17th, 2010 at 02:19
@enajie: Wow! Umabot sa akin ang creepy recording mong yun. My friend shared it with me 3 o 4 years ago. Tumindig ang balbas at balahibo ko sa batok nung pinarinig sa akin! Oo nga pala, nice voice! :D
June 17th, 2010 at 12:47
During the 90s, I lived in an old 2 bedroom, 2 floor apartment in Cubao. It is said that the place is haunted by the spirit of a boldstar from the 80s who committed suicide there.
One day, I was in my room when I was called by the maid for lunch. Before going down, I shut the door to my room firmly. There was a strong wind blowing and I did not want to hear doors banging repeatedly. The doors there were such that you had to turn the knob and give the door a good pull before it closes. While we were having lunch, I heard the door upstairs bang on the door frame. I wondered why it would do so when I had already closed the door. When I went back up, I checked the door. It was still closed the way I have left it.
Another time, my cousins and my tita were watching tv in one of the bedrooms. In the corner of her eye, my younger cousin saw someone wearing white pass by the doorway, going to the bathroom. After a while, she again saw someone wearing black, pass by coming from the same bathroom. My cousin paid no heed and continued watching tv. It was only later when she realized that she and her mom were the only ones in the house, none of them went to the bathroom, and none of them was wearing black or white.
June 17th, 2010 at 14:37
jay-ar gave me a smile instead of doing another attempt to crush my palm with his powerful high-five trademark. his spirit is usually drunk with the enthusiasm of a dozen kids, but on that particular afternoon devoid of clouds, he gave me an indian mango, looked at me in the eye and then smiled. it was one of those rare smiles from him that seemed to call for a deep contemplation.
my feet were travelling 20 kilometers per hour when i noticed jay-ar a few feet away sporting his perfectly combed hair, wearing a plain white t-shirt. he was walking towards me, going to the opposite direction. i assumed he was on his way to the main gate of the military camp to meet his mom. i, on the otherhand was rushing towards home, craving for a decent meal with indian mango slices for dessert.
together with his other younger siblings, jay-ar usually hangs around our apartment to watch tv. early in the morning, he would always knock at our door to watch cartoons or to hang out with me and my sister, in which he never fails to bring a couple of indian mangoes on each occassion. during evenings, at around 9pm, he would knock at our door to collect our trash for disposal. my dad gives him 5 pesos each night in return.
jay-ar and his family of 10 lives right below our apartment unit at the 4-storey government funded military camp building.
a block away from my destination, i saw a crowd of people flocking the parking area. perhaps there’s a music video shoot, a party or another local gang war. i saw huge ladders and fire trucks with blinding halogen lights in the afternoon. as i came closer, an atmosphere of gloom greeted me. there were faint sobs, repressed cries, and prolonged sighs. it was surreal. i never really got the picture until my sister caught me when i decided to walk upstairs.
“jay-ar was dead.” she said. “excuse me?” my mind performed a rebellion as images of jay-ar handling me an indian mango a while ago flashed back.
“he was there. i just saw him. he…he gave me this!” i showed her the mango.
“jay-ar and his friend was burned. they climbed the mango tree beside the gym and accidentally tapped on the high voltage electric wires as they reached for the mango fruits. me and his sister saw them burning up the tree.” she narrated.
my mind still refused to believe what happened until i went to his funeral at the baranggay hall. my sister told me that masking tapes were plastered around his neck to prevent it from falling. his hands were tucked in his pants to cover the missing fingers. his face was hardly recognizable. i never looked through the glass. i decided to preserve his face filled with calm when i met him on that afternoon.
i went home early that night. i was desperate to convince myself about the incident when somebody knocked at our door. when i opened it, nobody was present aside from an indian mango fruit on the floor.
it was 9pm.
June 17th, 2010 at 19:15
Ang kwentong ito ay salaysay ng kaklase ko.
Nangyari ‘to noong 2004, grade 4 kami. Dahil probinsya pa noon ang Bataan at kaunti pa ang tao, marami pa ring namumuhay ng simple gaya ng kaklase ko na itatago natin sa pangalang Renard.
Isang hapon, isinama sya ng kanyang ama sa pangangahoy sa paanan ng bundok sa Mariveles. Sa pusod ng kakahuyan sila pumunta dahil marami daw doong tuyong kahoy na maaring ipanggatong sa kalang nilang paso.
Sa gitna ng paglalakad nila ay napansin ni Renard na paikut-ikot lang sila. Sinabi nya ito sa kanyang itay na nakahalata rin.
” Napapaglaruan tayo.” sabi ng ama nya.
Kahit na ganoon ay patuloy pa rin sila sa paglalakad, paiba-iba ng dinadaanan pero hindi rin sila naalis sa lugar. Patuloy sila sa paglalakad, patuloy din ang pagdilim na sinasabayan ng matinding takot.
Nagpasyang magpahinga ang mag-ama sa ilalim ng puno. Nasa gitna ng pagpapahinga ang dalawa nang marinig nila ang maliit na boses na nagmumula sa taas ng punong sinisilungan nila. Nagsindi ng posporo ang tatay ni Renard para maaninag ang nasa taas ng puno, isa palang tiyanak ang nakalambitin sa sanga.
Nagtatakbo ang mag-ama, di daw sila lumilingon sa likod. Takbo. Takbo. Takbo. Biglang naalala ng mag-ama na baliktarin ang damit para makaalis sa lugar na iyon. At yun nga ang ginawa nila. Nakatakas sila at humahangos na nakuwi.
June 18th, 2010 at 04:12
The first time I had something of this sort, I got off from office…I had enough sleep of course, and I was not tired…I arrived at home around 4:30 am early morning…when i went to bed… around 5am I had a nightmare….though I vaguely remembered the dream, when I woke up from it….the next one actually is the one that puzzled me…someone was holding my head and messing up my hair…. I also heard a very deep and fast murmuring of “LLALALLALLALLAH…”; and I heard that for about 5-10 seconds….when I opened my eyes… red eyes were looking straight at me as his arms were extending to hold my head and just messing up my hair…it was red… i cant see his face but I could really see his eyes…faint but really lighting up like flames… then it swooshed away… to the open door of my bedroom… and vanished in the dark….that was just the first time… so I thought…”I’m just tired”…”That’s not true! Ghosts do not exist…”
and so I thought…
I told everyone in the house about it…so that if it were really true…if I died of a heart attack then they would really know why…I would not really want to be the next Rico Yan… but that’s a different story….A months after that came and I just slept since it was my day off and I just felt lazy… I was sleeping on a matress we used to hangout while watching TV…that’s on the floor…my sister was in the other side of the room… just a few feet apart…she was texting someone…but she was looking back at that time… and I could see the light from her cellphone from where I was… but then….there was this sound again….”LLALALLALLALLAH…”; and when I fully opened up my eyes…I froze looking at it for about 10 seconds….I couldnt speak…I couldnt move… But I can see… It looked like that Cryptkeeper guy…. but with the fiery red eyes that I remembered… it was really like looking at red…dark red fire… he looked like a combination of a zombie and a ghost….half of his body was floating…right through me!!!!!…….
He was holding my head with one hand…he was trying to reach also with his other one….I mustered all my strength and tried to shout at my sister while this was happening… I was frightened he was trying to hold my head with the other hand…I don’t know why….then I was able to say something…he was then like trying to frighten me….no! Scare me!…but then the only words that I was able to say is… “Oh!Eh ano ngayon?!!” Like I was trying to let him know I wasn’t afraid…even if I was…. That was the time I froze again… but then my sister heard it…. she was able to laugh about it at that time NOT KNOWING the ordeal I was going through (she was looking on the other side texting still)…. That ghost swooshed again and went through the wall….. Disappeared…I was panting hard… then my sister looked back once… then she looked at me again… she noticed I was staring at the wall with fear in my face… goosebumps… I was able to talk to her after that… she said she thought I was already awake coz she can hear me heavily scratching my head/hair at that time… when all along somebody else was… something else was… That was really the time I believed in ghosts…. Now I know they really exist… I’m just telling you so you won’t assume things that I did…
June 18th, 2010 at 15:18
@iceproof: Are you sure that was three or four years ago and that was mine? I think it happened like two years ago and I can’t remember if one of my friends was able to share a copy of the recording. Are you from Valenzuela City or from OLFU?