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Guadalupe Minor Seminary 1984, around 6 pm - recreation time for seminarians. We were hanging out near the gate fronting Loyola Memorial Chapels, when the grandfather a co-seminarian (Ernie R.) shows up and asks where he can find his nephew. The lolo mentioned that he promised to bring some gardening tools to Ernie earlier him that day but was delayed. We point him out towards the chapel and he went on his way. Moments later we hear a commotion with Ernie crying over the phone. He had just received a call that the same lolo died earlier that day in a traffic accident. We all head to the chapel to pray for his lolo's eternal rest,

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True story!

 

My relatives house has a ghost living in it.

I've known this...yet forgot about it when I stayed there earlier this week.

In the room I was in...there was no furniture in it. Just two beds at opposite sides of the room and a fan in the middle. This room has had ghosts seen in it as well as other spots in the house. In this room a young girl was seen.

 

I get text messages and calls from all hours of the day...24/7! As usual my phone is charging on the floor next to me as I sleep. About 3:30 AM I hear my phone ring and I reach out to answer it...

 

...until a leg...a woman's leg walks by the bed and brushes my hand away fom my phone!!!!! I just rolled over to the other side of the bed scared shitless!

About 5 minutes later I reach for my phone and hit the light on it to illuminate my side of the room as much as a cell phone can...nothing....there is nothing there and my friend sleeping in the bed on the other side hasn't moved since I heard him snoring the entire time! And for the phone call...there wasn't one!

 

I still don't know what brushed me and or what woke me...I swear I heard the phone ring and vibrate! Yikes!

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my share:

 

Nasa amerika na parents namin, so kami na lang ng brother ko ang natira dito, so one time, galing ako from work, mga 530pm, i fell asleep sa may couch, so dont know kung what time ako nagising, i saw a figure of a child, nagtatanggal ng suot niyang sandong puti, so akala ko brother ko, sabi ko " o, kumain ka na diyan ha", sabay tulog ako ulit, then nagising ako past 7pm na, hinanap ko ngayon yung brother ko since nakita ko yung food namin, wala pang bawas, sigaw ako ng sigaw calling him, pero walang sumasagot so sabi ko baka lumabas sandali, while watching tv, dumating yung brother ko, heard his service car, tapos yung bro ko still in his uniform, sabi ko " diba dumating ka na kanina? nakita kita nagbibihis ka pa nga eh?", puzzled, my bro answered me back "ate, ok ka lang, kadarating ko lang, at may meeting kami kanina!"..muntik na akong mawalan ng malay..hay naku wag na po sana maulit.

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hehehehe!!! eto nakuhanan sa video cam ng kaibigan ko. bale yung kaibigan ko may banda sila. tumugtog sila somewhere sa bulacan. tapos vinideohan sila ng gf nya. nung pinanood nila yung video, ung lalake sa likod ng mga amplifier walang ulo. tapos makikita mo pa cya gumagalaw galaw pa ung paa parang sumasabay sa beat ng kanta. hehehehe!!!

 

eto pa. ung gf ng kaibigan ko dun sa unang kwento nag swimming sila ng barkada nya dun sa condo nila. bale 4 sila. tapos nagpakuha sila ng picture sa nanay habang naka pose sa tubig gamit nila cellphone. nung nalagay na sa cellphone, lumabas 7 yung anino nila. tapos may babae sa dulong kanan sa border mismo. tapos yung tingin ng babae masamang masama. tapos dun sa gitna nilang apat may mukha ring lumitaw pero mejo malabo. hindi naman pwedeng galing sa ilaw ng mga building ung anino kasi nasa likod nila yung mga building eh. hehehehe!!!

 

un lang

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In the boondocks of Bulacan, there goes a tale that many long time inhabitants believe to be true. The elderlies swear that a huge part of the infamous Yamashita treasure was buried in several locations on the fringes of Sierra Madre. I myself have met foreign treasure hunters with their state of the art equipment looking for the general's pot of gold.

 

This true story is not about buried treasures but unburied souls whose appearances were sure sign that treasures were nearby. You see, it was not only gems and precious metals that the invaders had buried but also Filipinos who were conscripted to bury them.

 

We have a simple two storey house in our small farm lot in a agricultural village. Our neighbours, mostly marginal farmers were fully convinced that our house were haunted. Many retold their experiences to me in trepidation as they warned of a shadowy figure peering from the second floor windows. The thing was often seen during thunderstorms. Others urged me to beware of a headless man donning a priestly attire lurking on the veranda fronting the road side.

 

As an urbanite and educated man from a family of scientists (several with PhDs from abroad) my attitude was openly dismissive, but in the inside there was a faint but gnawing surrealistic thought. A thought that grew to almost a consciousness of something beyond what my pedigree and training could explained when I first had to sleep on that house alone.

 

The night had all the ingredients for a horror movie, thunders and crackling lightning unabated, heavy rains pounding on the thin roof, wind howling and trees swaying with branches tapping on the wooden walls, now and then. Even dogs joined in the cacophony with their yelps and howlings. It was many years ago, and was just a few months after my parents joined my other siblings living abroad leaving me alone. But that night I felt most alone with no one to confide to, no one to console, none to comfort me. However, as the night progresses, midnight came and still sleep eludes me. While the storms seemed to have subsided calming the physical surrounding. There were other things that awoke my senses, and all the stories I dismissed as tall tales started trickling from the back of mind. Conjuring thoughts unfamiliar, bringing emotions unknown.

 

Then a steady sound, I thought, was just dripping droplets on woods and metal evidently reverberates as iron chains softly and slowly being dragged on the stairs. Nearer and nearer it came, then stopped at the door. A nudge, or was it a knock or a tap at the door, gentle and tentative. Finding that the door was locked, the dragging of the chain continued slowly and creepingly. Then it stopped again from what I reckon to be close to the big wooden window. I suddenly realized that the window was a little ajar.

 

to be continued, need to get back to work.

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