Friday, December 12, 2014

A toddler's cute jealous reaction

A toddler's cute jealous reaction when he's the only one not being cuddled.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014


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My parents bought a house in Cavite. It has 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms (1 is located near the kitchen, 1 at the living room). It was my first week in that house and I enjoyed playing with my younger brother in my sister room. Her room is the biggest of all. It is located near the dining/kitchen.

One night, my Ate (eldest sister) told my mom if she could sleep with her because she feels sick. When my Kuya (eldest brother) heard about that, he asked us (my younger brother who is 6 y/o that time) if we want to sleep with him in my Ate's room. We will play video games. We were all excited that time. That night, we played until 9:30 p.m. At around 10 pm, my Kuya told us that we have to sleep already and we need to wake up early to attend a mass the next day.

At around midnight, I felt so cold, so I looked up for my blanket but I can't find it. I decided to turn on the light to see where it is but still I can't find it. When I looked up at the clock, it was already 1:45 a.m. I still feel so sleepy that's why I decided to sleep and share with my brother's blanket. When it's time for me to turn off the light, I saw a shadow passed in front of me. I thought it's just my imagination, but when I turned back to see who is it, I was so shocked on what I saw, it was a Big black man standing in front of me, around 6'5 tall, and few inches away from me. He was wearing all black things including a big black hat that looks like a cowboy's hat. I was so scared that time! I cried, and screamed and I jumped on the bed and waked up my Kuya. When my Kuya saw that man, he also screamed, louder than mine. We cover ourselves with his blanket and we pray while crying.
The next morning, we told our parents on what happened, at first, they didn't believe us, but when my Ate heard our stories, she also tell our parents that she also saw that man the night before we sleep in her room. She saw the man standing beside her bed.

After that, my parents decided to call a pastor to bless our house, and after the house blessing, the big black man didn't appear for 2 nights. We thought that he will not appear anymore, but were all wrong, it's just the beginning... (Courtesy: Yourghoststories)

Monday, September 29, 2014


The Seance by Quirkology. 


If you wanna experience a cool, creepy and really scary audio recording of an angry spirit then SWITCH THE LIGHTS OFF, PUT ON YOUR HEADPHONES, HIT PLAY and CLOSE YOUR EYES.


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We went to Puerto Galera, a popular tourist destination here every summer for a 3 day and 2 night's vacation. We searched online and found this Beach Resort that fit our budget at time (Resorts are quite expensive when its summer season because it's a peak season). We actually thought that we had a good deal with the room that we got. I mean the room could accommodate at least 8 persons.
It was very large with a dining area, our own living room with plasma TV, complete bathroom amenities and such and the place had its own pool and a bar. However the beach front was a good 5-7 walk from the beach resort and you had to go through some really spooky trees.

The day that we arrived we were quite surprised because the place only had a few visitors just us, a couple and a family that was situated in the first floor while we were the only ones in the 2nd floor. So the day went good we went to the beach and did some activities and had some lunch in one of the cafes there. We went back at around 8pm and decided to have dinner at the resort. After that we drank a little and went to our room at around 10pm. Then all the weird stuff happened while we were preparing to sleep.

Suddenly the door in the bathroom opened there was no draft or breeze. We shrugged it off at first, but at around 2am in the morning while we were sleeping I awoke to my girlfriend screaming. I saw her halfway in the bed. I pulled her up and asked her what happened. She told me that she was dreaming about 3 hooded figures that were trying to pull her away into some dark place when she woke up she felt a pair of hands pull her from under the sheets. I was calming her down when we saw something bump into the window. It looked like a large bird trying to get inside our room from the window. It lasted for about 10 seconds and then it was gone.

We were both scared at that time so what we did was to pull out the pocket bible and say a prayer. While we were praying the bathroom door opened then closed by itself. We had a feeling of dread but as we finished the Lord's Prayer it seemed that every negative feeling in the room disappeared. When dawn broke we went outside and onto the beach and spent the whole day there. (Courtesy:Yourghoststories)

Thursday, September 25, 2014


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One afternoon, I was in my Algebra class when I felt the need to use the restroom after drinking too much iced tea during our lunch break. I was literally dashing through the hallway to get to the restroom. Even when I was in a hurry, I clearly remember that there was no one inside the rest room. All the cubicles were empty. So after I was done I went to the sink to wash my hands and that's when I heard a voice from one of the cubicles. I thought that was odd because I didn't hear her enter the room. She was asking "Meron bang tao dyan?" (Is anyone there?). Then I asked her what's the problem and she told me she can't get out, the cubicle door was stuck.

The voice was coming from inside the furthest cubicle so I went there. I was already nudging the door when she said "Patulak naman ng pinto, bilis late na kasi ako may klase pa ko" (Can you please push the door, hurry up I'm late for my class). I irritably said "Oo eto na nga" (Okay,I'm already trying) because I was already prying it open. I tried hard, I did, but it wouldn't budge. I told her to make sure that the door is off the latch. Silence. Then she started banging the door. I thought, oh boy, she's really in a hurry to get out. Then the banging stopped. I felt a trickle of sweat roll down my forehead and I was like, okay fine, that's it, I'm going to break this ugly thing. So I asked her to move farther back because I'm going to kick the freaking door and I don't want her to get hurt. She didn't respond. I kicked the door anyway.

I kicked the door hard and it swung open. I was in for the surprise of my life. There's no girl. No one was there. I was staring at an empty cubicle. I was shocked, my mind was in a daze. I heard someone behind me said "Anong nangyari, anong nangyari sa pinto?" (What happened, What happened to the door?) It was the janitress. I told her I kicked it. She asked me why and my mind went into a trance once again. After that, she never asked again.

I was interrogated by the head of the maintenance department. It turned out that I badly broke the flimsy door and the hinges need replacements. I didn't want to sound stupid so I said I was looking for my wallet, it's lame but it's all I could think of. They didn't seem to believe my story but they cut me loose anyway.

After I got out of the office I was heading towards my friends when the janitress approached me. She reminded me of the incident again, she said she heard me talking to someone when she was near approaching the rest room. I knew she didn't believe the wallet alibi. She looked at me in a very weird way and said "Wag mo nang sabihin sa iba, matatakot lang sila" (Don't tell anyone, you'll just scare them). (Courtesy:Yourghoststories)



Wednesday, September 24, 2014



Sometime in 2003, I just transferred to a new house in a modest subdivision in Davao and living with an officemate. Manny is an outgoing type that usually goes home late in the night or wee hours in the morning. For security purposes, I prefer to double lock the main door and would not mind him waking me up upon his return rather than him using his key. I guess growing up in the metropolis prompted this attitude. So one night he woke me up around 1:00am. He was so drunk that he went straight to his sofa bed. I had the bedroom for myself. He turned on the cassette before retiring to let the music play as he is accustomed to such habit.

As I entered my bedroom, lights from the outside illuminates the surrounding perimeter and my windows are of clear glass, I saw from the adjacent lot which is vacant and a makeshift basketball court of our subdivision, something that I never thought I would see in my entire life. Up on the goal board holding the basketball ring an old lady with white long hair wearing an all black blouse. I couldn't see her lower body part and it seemed that she was suspended in the air. She had fangs and as if she is sniffing the air looking for something. She didn't look that scary at first glance but when I realized what she was it scared me so much that I woke up my officemate so I would have someone who would witness it too. As I went to where my officemate was sleeping, the door closed automatically due to the hydrolic attachments. It made a significant thud and when I looked back at the "thing" she was gone.

The following morning I heard that one of our neighbor who was pregnant was rushed to the hospital around 2:00am and had a miscarriage. (Courtesy: Yourghoststories)

Sunday, September 21, 2014


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Her husband died during an operation. He was having brain surgery. He died leaving my aunt and 2 children, a 4 year old son and a 1 year old daughter.

It was past 5pm when my aunt asked her son to look after his younger sister who was lying on the "papag" wooden bed because she had to cook their dinner. After a few minutes of cooking my aunt saw her son playing with his toy cars, leaving his little ion her on own lying in the papag. 

My aunt asked her son why he left his younger sister on her own and what if she fell from the papag?" her son replied "Ma don't worry, she will not fall down from the papag". My aunt told him to go back and take care of his sister. Her son replied back again, "no need to go back there, don't worry mama "PAPA" is there taking care of my sister." My aunt was shocked when her son said this. She hurried to the papag to check on her daugther and when she looked at her daughter, her daughter was smiling and it was like there was someone taking care her and playing with her. My aunt thought that the ghost of his deceased husband was taking care of her.

Another story is that every time her 4 year old son goes to the bathroom, he comes out with lots of 5 peso coins and when my aunt asks where did you get that money? Her son always reply "Papa gave it to me".

I saw him one time when he went to the bathroom. There was nothing in his hands when he came out he had two pieces of 5 peso coins. I asked, where did you get the coins? He replied "papa is there inside and he gave it to me".  (Courtesy: Yourghoststories)


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In 2001, right after the Gloria Macapagal Arroyo Administration assumed office in Malacanang Palace in Manila, a couple of us Information Officers from attached agencies of the former Office of the Press Secretary were detailed to our tour of duty at the palace's Press office.

Our group comprised what was then known as the Operations Center. We were directly involved in several information related requirements of the President's travel and state visit plans. We were also involved in the President's Media Interaction team, and the Palace's News Desk. Suffice it to say, we work the clock 24/7. We were provided with food and accommodation so none of us have to go home every day. We were each given our own weekly two-days off to see our families, feed our pets, do our laundries and pay the bills. After which, we go back to the palace and stay for five days.

Our assigned sleeping quarter was at the "right tower" of the Arlegui Guest House - the same house where Presidents Cory Aquino, Fidel Ramos and Joseph Estrada stayed during their term as presidents. The right tower is accessed through the bedroom that was once occupied by Presidential daughter, and media personality Kris Aquino. At that time, the bedroom was designated as the official receiving room of the Press Secretary.

Because the office is scheduled to operate 24 hours a day, we worked in shifts. So it is normal to find three or four people working at the staff area during the night shift, while the rest (often three or four people or less) are found snoring in the sleeping quarters.

Within the six months that we've stayed in the said area, every one of us had a story to tell, and all of them bordered on the creepy. But one night stood out for me and my friend, Hazel, who was also our media placement officer. It was eleven PM, and we were waiting for the arrival of the night shift people. Hazel was doing the wrap ups on her reports, and I was preparing to brush my teeth. Upstairs, in the tower, our errand boy, Rey, was already asleep.

There was nothing out of the ordinary until my eyes caught the curtain that leads to the balcony. It was parted, as if someone was standing there and holding the curtains apart with his hands, only no one was there, and there was nothing to hold the curtains open like that. Like I said - it seemed like nothing if I hadn't focused on it. I had no idea how long it had been like that, but I knew it shouldn't be like that because the glass door leading to the balcony was closed.

I felt like my head grew to three times its normal size. Especially when the curtains closed as if suddenly released. I told Hazel that we should hurry up and go upstairs. Hazel must have sensed that I was nervous because her eyes registered concern.

Once we got to the tower, Hazel asked me what it was that bothered me, so I told her. We decided that it would be better to just sleep and let the night shift staff deal with whatever it was there was downstairs. While we were trying to sleep, I could distinctly hear the muffled sound of a ball softly bouncing on the wooden floor boards of the office below us. I looked at Hazel in the dark to see if she's awake, and I saw her staring back at me. I knew then that she could hear the same bouncing sound I was hearing.

Although I wasn't sleepy, and my mind was highly alert, I closed my eyes and covered my face with my blanket. I don't know how long I had stayed that way, and I don't recall falling asleep. But suddenly, I felt Hazel jumping into my side of the bed and screaming, "They're here! They're here!" That jolted me up, and I turned to her to see what the hell was going on.
She was on her side of the bed, wide awake, and perfectly still.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
What was I supposed to say? So I lay down again. And since I wasn't sleepy, I didn't bother to close my eyes. I focused instead on the sound of Rey's rhythmic snoring.
And then, it happened again. Hazel jumping on my side of the bed and screaming, 'They're here! They're here!"
I turned, and there was - Hazel, her eyes closed, but I could tell she was awake.
I stared at her a little longer just to make sure she wasn't going crazy (because if she was, then that would ease my mind of my own suspicion that I was going crazy.)
Hazel's eyes fluttered wide open, and she was staring right in front of her. There was no fear in her eyes. Not even confusion. She sat up, looked at me and Rey for a while, before she lay down again.
I turned away, and the same thing happened two more times - her suddenly jumping on my side of the bed and screaming, "They're here, they're here," or at least, I believed it happened that way. But every time I'd turn around to look at here, she'd be on her side of the bed, lying quietly on her side and very much awake.
As I believed I was very much awake.
Finally, it was 4 am, and both of us were still awake, though very quiet and still. We didn't talk at all through that whole thing. I told her I had to go down to read through the day's issues in the morning papers. She nodded her head and I left her sitting on her side of the bed, still very quiet. And Rey was still snoring on his bed.
Downstairs, only two of the normally four night-shifters reported, and they were busy going through the e-mails and online news. I asked them what time they punched in. One of them said he punched in at fifteen after twelve, while the other guy said he punched it at around quarter before one.
It didn't seem like they noticed anything out of the ordinary, and I didn't bother to ask.
I did what I had to do, and wrote my reports (ratio of bad news vis-à-vis good news) and that day being a Saturday, and since it was still early (six-thirty in the morning) I decided to go back up to the tower to sleep off the remainder of the morning. Rey was already up and fixing his bed, while Hazel was still awake and yawning, and finally feeling sleepy. But on my way up, I caught the last part of the story that Rey was telling Hazel. According to him, he was awakened several times during the night by my jumping into his bed and screaming, "They're here! They're here!" But every time he'd look at me, he'd see me on my side of the bed, and lying perfectly still, while hazel is seated on her side and looking at both of us. Rey said it was a very creepy night for him.
After Rey went down for coffee, I told Hazel my side of the story. And I felt it, like there was this solid thing between us. I sensed that Hazel also had her own story to tell. She did.

She said she heard the muffled sound of a ball bouncing on the wooden floor boards, and the giggling of two children down at the office. Then she heard people chatting downstairs, around seven or nine of them, and how these people suddenly decided to go up to the tower. She said she could hear their foot steps going up for what seemed like several minutes, but they never seem to reach the landing (one could reach the tower in less that seven seconds. The spiral metal stairs that lead up to it has 12 steps). Then suddenly, they were there, walking around the beds, and she found herself opening her eyes, and realizing that no one was there, except for the three of us.

She insisted that she was wide awake the whole time, and that she never closed her eyes at any point. She said she was too nervous to close her eyes. (Courtesy: Yourghoststories)


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This happened a few years back. It was around 3am and I was taking my ex-girlfriend home. The road going to their house is very poorly lit and if you walk there at night without any's close to pitch black dark. So along that road, we were just traveling at a relatively slow speed. Being a defensive driver, I'd look at my side mirrors and rear view mirror every now and then just to check my surroundings.

To my horror, when I looked at my rear view mirror, there she was; sitting at our van's rear seat looking straight at me with blood shot red eyes full of anger and hatred with blood dripping down from the corner of her eyes. She was pale white and her hair was long and all messed up. (If I was to translate the way she looked at me, it would say "I'm going to kill you!" - Yes - that scary). Usually, when I see spirits, I would just glance away and when I look back, they would disappear and I would just go on with whatever it was I was doing. So I did just that. I glanced away, looked straight at the road, and looked back at my rear view mirror. And guess what, she was still there! This now freaked me out... I glanced away and looked back a third time... And finally she was gone so I proceeded to drive.

On my way back home when I reached the same road the white lady hitched a ride; I tried to reach out to her... And said that I mean her no harm and that maybe I could help. If she was murdered, raped or what not, as long as she communicates with me without that scary look and blood shot red eyes then I may be able to help her. Fortunately, she didn't show up...whew...

As I got home, I saw a quick movement, as if something, or someone moved extremely fast and all I could see was a blurry figure. I then said, "Ok, I guess you just needed a ride... So you're happy, I'm happy, everybody's happy", trying to joke around to take away the fear. And after parking the car, when I was about to go out, someone... Or something... Pulled the door open for me really wide open! And the next thing I know, I was already in my room under the bed sheets praying "Our father..." (Courtesy:yourghoststories)

Saturday, September 13, 2014


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One night I suddenly fell asleep. The last thing I remember I was laying on the floor with my wife and my three year old son. We have a bed but can only accommodate a kid and an adult. Two adults will require the other to lie on his side to fit in the bed. We usually chose to sleep on the floor but we set mats on to keep the coldness of the floor from our backs.

Our bed is situated beside the window, often I don't feel comfortable sleeping there because I'm always thinking that something might just wake me up one night reaching me through the windows and it always creeps me out to sleep beside the window.

I woke up in my dream, a very clam dream. I was in an unfamiliar place just roaming around. Everything was peaceful in my dream, until I suddenly thought about Jesus. A strong emotion covered my entire soul. I wanted to praise him and pray to him and speak to him because of how great he is, how wonderful he is and how good he is. Just when I pronounced "Jesus of Nazareth", I was an awoken by an unknown force pressing me down against my bed.

I woke up facing the bed, and that presence was as if sitting on my upper back and paralyzing my upper body, except for my head, because I was fully awake and I was turning my head trying to get a glimpse of whatever that was behind me. I can see my kid and wife on the floor. I was struggling very hard to free myself from it. I let my mind work to figure out a way to get out of this hell.

The first thing that got in my mind was to get the attention of my wife who was sleeping at that very moment. I found it very hard to speak. I can't make a sound from my mouth. What I did was I tried to move some parts of my body. I realized that I can move my legs, my legs are strong because I always go biking, and then I realized that my kid had scattered his toys on the bed at the bottom where my legs were.

I started kicking of all those toys as hard as I can. And it all started dropping on the floor and made noises that awoken my wife, and this the most interesting part, as soon as my wife called up my name, I was able to move my whole body and gained my strength back, it's as if whatever that thing on my back got scared and vanished.

Another ordeal came because my wife got angry and yelling why did I kick those toys for. I made her calm down and told her that I will tell in the morning. I lay beside her and slept. In the morning I was asking myself how I got on the bed while I can clearly remember that I fell asleep with my wife and kid on the floor. And I was even the first one to fall asleep. And my wife even confirmed that I fell asleep on the floor with them. (Courtesy:yourghoststories)

Friday, August 29, 2014


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While waiting for my visa, I decided to go back to school and took a quick computer course, and there I met Leo, (not his real name) he was really nice & friendly and we became the best of friends almost instantly, he was so fond of me, he said I reminded him of his girlfriend who was in another city taking up nursing, they didn't get to spend much time together because of their conflicting schedules, they were only able to see each other once a month. I've realized how much he loved his girlfriend because she is all he could think of and was always our topic of conversation, he shared all his plans for their future with me even his plan of marriage proposal, he planned to do it on her 21st birthday.

Then one day, I woke up really early, I think it was around 4:30am and the very first thing that came to my mind was him. I didn't pay any attention to it and tried to go back to sleep but every time I closed my eyes I would see his face, I was like, this is weird! I was able to go back to sleep but woke up late, around 7:20, my Class was starting at 8am so I hurried up and took a quick shower and while in the shower I was seeing his face again! It started to bother me!

I was on my way to class when I saw him, I thought his face was blurry but I still could see his eyes for some reason... He passed me and kept going down the stairs without saying a word, I asked him where he was going and that we are already late but no reply.

I went to the classroom and it was unusually quiet! Everybody was there except for him and the teacher so I went to my seat and waited, when the teacher came, he announced that Leo's was gone: (he was found by his dad hanging from the ceiling, in his room around 6:00AM. All I could think was, am I dreaming? I just saw him! This couldn't be real!

That night, I went to the wake with some of our classmates, I found out from his sister that he hung himself because his girlfriend left him for another guy and that the girlfriend was seeing the guy for 10 months already before she decided to break it off with him. I also found out that he actually passed away around 4:30AM, the very same time that I woke up that morning thinking of HIM.

I know it's been more than 10 years but I am still thinking of him, still praying for his soul. (Courtesy: yourghoststories )

A WOMAN IN BLACK (Zamboanga Del Norte High School)

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have so many unexplainable experiences since then. This story that I'm about to share happened when I was in Junior High School. Our school is located away from the City Proper (in one of the Cities in Zamboanga del Norte). Our building was located at the back most part of the campus and we (the Juniors) were occupying the 2nd floor of that building. And our section was occupying the left-most room in that floor (when facing the Jr.-Sr. Building). The building in front of us, has 3 floors (1st floor- Clinic, Guidance office, faculty office; 2nd- MAPEH room and Journalism room; 3rd- School Band Room).

One day, we stayed late in school because we were tasked to clean our classroom. We were about 18 who started cleaning. When we were about to go, we gather in one circle to plan about the surprise for our teacher. We were talking about buying food or flowers for her, when we've already decided to buy flowers, we tried to do a head count so we'll know how much we're going to contribute. (I started the counting going left). In the middle of our counting, we got confused on our numbers, so we started again. This time, the person in my right, started as number 1 going right. So I was the last to say a number, when I'm about to utter my number, cold air passes by but we just ignored it. When I said 13 (the last number) we pause for a while and we looked at each other when suddenly Ikay screamed because she got just scared. We all got panic thinking that it's not a good number and so we hurriedly ran going away our room. While we were running, we felt we ran so fast but yet, we were going slow. It felt like someone was holding my feet that time that I had a hard time moving forward. When we reached outside our building, we pause for a while and waited for the others. We noticed that we were the only ones left in that area. Ikang, who was looking at the music room (the building in front of us) suddenly said, 'keep going guys! Don't stop walking!' We all got curious as to why she's been telling us to keep going while she was keeping her eye on the music room. So we followed where she was looking at. And we all see it except Ikay. So we shouted and ran as fast as we could until we reach the guard house.

We were all scared that time that we're about to cry because of fear and we were catching our breaths. Ikay, who wasn't able to see what we've seen was crying. But she still asked us what really happened. Ikang told us that she saw a woman in black staring straight on us. With the looks like she's mad on us. Then she asked us, 'have you really seen that guys?'. Then I said, 'Yes. I actually seen her when we were upstairs but I just ignored it thinking I am just imagining things.'

Then one of our school guards went near us and asked us what happened because Ikay, would not stop crying. We told the guard what happened and we've seen. Then he told us, 'dah! Mao na. Amo ingon na ayaw jud mo pag dugay2x ug uli. Maayo nalang kay igo ra mo gitan aw.' (See! That's why we kept on telling you not to stay late in school. Good thing she just looked at you.) Out of our curiousity we asked the guard,'Ngano diay Kuya, unsa pa iya pwede buhaton unta?' (Why Guard? What else can she do to us?) But the guard just said, we better go before night falls. But before we left, he shared to us that the woman we saw was the one who've been playing the piano at our music room in the middle of the night.

We then left school but still we were in state of shock. But in back of our minds, we were still curious as to who's she and why she's been haunting the music room. (Courtesy: Yourghoststories)

Thursday, August 28, 2014


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am a nurse who currently works in one of the biggest hospitals here in the Philippines. Being a nurse entitles us to go to work in shifts of 8 hours daily.

When I was still a college student 5 years ago, we used to have clinical duties in different locations somewhere in Luzon areas here in the Philippines. Being a nursing student, it was considered to be a requirement for us to finish at least 2 weeks of hospital duty in one location before being assigned to another new one.

My experience happened during one of these times. Our duty in the hospital that time was somewhere in Ilocos. It was a district hospital near the main highway. It was situated in a small town near the sea. Our assigned duty was 4 pm to 12 midnight. Since we were originally from Baguio which is at least 3 hours by bus, we decided to stay at a house near the hospital for the duration of our duty.

During the third day of our hospital duty, as we were coming home at past 12 midnight, my classmates and I with 2 of our ci's (clinical instructor) were walking along a narrow path towards the house when my ci suddenly grabbed my elbow. I was startled so I asked him "sir what's the matter?" He replied that "There's a dog following us!" Sure enough, when I looked behind me, I saw a white dog following us not more than 3 feet away.

Thinking that my ci (clinical instructor) was scared of dogs, I just told him that I'll switch places with him so I'll be the last in line instead of him. I haven't looked more than 3 seconds when all of a sudden as I looked again where the dog was, I was surprised to see that he was nowhere to be found! It was like he vanished with no trace at all!

That left me perplexed because the right side of the path we were walking was a fence made of bamboo at least 5 feet tall, the left side of our path was just a bare area of land with no bushes or trees to hide from view. This made me think that the dog couldn't possibly left without a trace for no more than 3 seconds without us seeing where it went!

I was suddenly alarmed that I told my instructor, "Sir! The dog that was following us suddenly vanished!" my instructor told me that now is not the time to tell jokes but I told him that I was serious. We both looked at each other becoming afraid prompting the group ahead of us to hurry. We decided not to tell them of what happen since all of them were busy talking and laughing with one another while we were walking.

Another ci who was with us noticed our faces and asked us what was wrong. We told him of what happened and he suddenly surprised us when he shrug and said " I also saw the dog following us, I thought it was a normal dog until I saw that it's shadow seems to be taking a different shape and growing larger. I became nervous that's why I went ahead of you two and didn't tell you. I didn't realize that you'll see it too".

The three of us looked at each other with fear in our eyes and decided to retire for the night with all of our doors locked and bolted. Fortunately nothing untoward happened to our group after that incident. ( Courtesy:Yourghoststories)

Wednesday, August 27, 2014


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Mommy Olga, a co-worker (who also happens to be a friend of mine) passed away on January 6, 2009 due to an immune disorder called Systemic Lupus Erythematousus (SLE) which led to a cardiac arrest. She has been battling this ailment for years. I searched the Internet and I found a journal that she made about her condition.

My former colleagues scheduled to visit her wake after their shift. I took an emergency leave so I could also come with them. I was in my condo room preparing the things I needed when I heard a tick-tocking sound. I tried searching for any watch or alarm clock left by my roommate. The sound moved from one side of the room to the other and sometimes the sound became louder as I left a specific corner. I searched for a couple of minutes and I found nothing so I finally ignored it and got prepared for the visit. The sound vanished when I returned to my room after I took a bath.

I asked my former colleagues if Mommy Olga wore a watch and they said she often did. I am unsure if that was her way of telling me that 'her time has come' or if that was just the sound of a bird chirping outside of my room's window.

Nate and Janice (my former colleagues) said they still smell the fragrance of Mommy Olga's perfume. Their thought of actually 'smelling' it might be psychological - I can't tell. Chipper (their supervisor) said she had missed calls that registered Mommy Olga's cellphone number on the night she passed away. Chipper then sent a text message asking "what's up?" but she never got a reply. She spoke with Mommy Olga's brother and she found out that no one from their family called her during that time.

Anna (a new addition to their team) said that she received a re-sent text message coming from Mommy Olga that's about their plans of going abroad. She received it a day after Mommy Olga died.

Those sent chills to everyone but I was a bit skeptical because they lacked proof. Cellphones today are meant to record every text message sent and received; and track missed calls. They never showed us proof from their cellphones about those 'encounters'.

Before we left the funeral house, we decided to say 'goodbye' one last time to Mommy Olga. While we were standing beside her coffin, the lights surrounding that area flickered a couple of times. It was eerie, but I decided to ignore it and thought that maybe someone just tripped over the power chord or something. ( Courtesy: yourghoststories) 


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This is a story about my friend who has a very tragic experience, her name is Joan (not her real name), Joan is a very good friend of mine, she had a boyfriend who's name is Leon (not his real name), Joan and Leon are lovers for almost 3 years. Last month May 20, 2007 we had a conversation with Joan in the phone, she called me up at exactly 3am, because she had a very strange nightmare.

She told me that Leon is very pale in her dreams and his hair was scattered looks like he was from bed, and his eyes was red and bloody it looks like his crying with blood, begging for help and he is holding three roses. Joan wants to help him but she can't reach his hand, his too far, she tried to run towards him but she can't move her legs for it was too heavy. Then a very loud echo came into her ears and because of that, she woke up and when she woke up, she found herself crying and her bed was all scattered.

She started to think about Leon, because she is very worried about him so, she called Leon but the line was busy, she tried dialing the numbers again and again but still very busy, when she looked at her side, she saw a very strange shadow, a very black shadow, when she closed her eyes, to her surprise the shadow was gone and there and then, she called me up so, that's the time she told me everything, and her voice was so weak.

And I told her "Wag kang mataranta andito nman ako eh, pupuntahan natin si Leon sa bahay nila mamayang 8:00am wag ka nang umiyak birthday mo pa naman" (translation: "don't panic I am here, we will just go to Leon's house at 8am, don't cry it's your birthday! don't you remember?") I told her in a very worried voice, so there she started to calm down, and when 8:00am struck, we went to Leon's house, but to our surprise, no Leon showed up, instead her mother told us that he died of a murder, he died because he was protecting Joan from the man as he was walking along the street.

This man was Joan's stalker, but Joan already had a boyfriend so he planned to rape Joan on her birthday. Leon was walking along the street towards the house of Joan to surprise her for her birthday, but the incident happened when Joan dreamt of him crying with blood at exactly midnight. The people found him lifeless, still holding the three roses he bought just for Joan. Joan was stunned and was shocked and she never stopped crying until a very cold wind passed by and and cold air passed by her cheeks so gently, and a voice saying, "I'll always be here for you HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR!". And the wind stopped and there we never stopped praying for his soul, for my friend's birthday became a very tragic death of his boyfriend. (Courtesy:yourghoststories)

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


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Way back when I was 7 years old, me and my family used to stay in our family home in Alabang. Our house is positioned in a Subdivision. I remembered those years when I was still in my childhood years, the house maids want to quit working for us telling us these different kinds of reasons: There is a white lady in the garden, an old man inside the computer room facing the window, the grandfather's clock whatever you call that they said it comes back at 12:00am and shadows wandering inside the house. My mommy told me it was only their imagination, but I still got the goosebumps

Then at my 8th birthday, we had our house party. We invited our other family members from out of town. That night my cousins and I decided to play hide and seek. I hide inside the master bedroom closet (My parent's room.) The closet has a sliding door. Right after I hide in it, I left it a bit open to get some air at the same time I can see if someone's coming, until suddenly I felt cold and saw a shadow of an old man going to the bathroom (Placed near by the closet.) I thought it's probably one of our family members that mom let him use her bathroom, which she used to do when someone else was using the other one. But my surprise as I took a little look, no one is there! The bathroom was open, I looked outside, ALL the visitors and our household members are in the dining room which takes a hallway to go there. My cousins we still playing hide and seek until the "it" one saw me. I told her what happened and she got scared too. We all stopped playing and stuck together. We told each of our parents, none of them believed us. We stayed outside in front of the house. Until later, my uncle screamed and ran from the public toilet. Everyone was surprised, us seeing him for the first time being frightened like almost crying as if he was sweating. He said he saw a ghost girl from the mirror of the toilet. The year after we decided to live in Manila considering my school. Same thing with our other family members, some already went abroad while some are working in Quezon City.

I was already 20 years old when I decided to go with them in Alabang after they had it repainted and repaired every damage since no one lived there anymore after the year we stayed in Manila. I thought everything will be different by that time but right before we even entered the house one of my mom's friends said regards to Mom's father which was dead long ago. I did not even get to meet him anymore. The friend said she saw him using the rocking chair, she can see him from the window facing backwards using the rocking chair. Right after Mom told them that he was already dead long ago, they got frightened too. The house boy reported us about him sleeping inside the driver's room located inside the garage, while he was sleeping the other night he suddenly can't breath because the pillow above him like someone is pushing it hard. He said he tried to remove it until he felt a cold hand that held his hands like it was defending him/her self against him until he quickly moved sideways and turned the lights on. No one was there. The only things placed the bedroom is the bed and hangers. He checked everywhere inside no one was there and plus the door was locked.

The neighbors stated that way back the lot behind our house used to be a garbage of dead bodies. In my belief it could be my grandparents, but who are those others? (Courtesy:Yourghoststories)

Sunday, August 24, 2014


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Last December 26-28 2009, my family and I went to our beach in Quezon Province. Nothing scary happened on the first night although I saw some elementals there in the area but they weren't trying to harm us. They were just observing.

On the second night, something strange happened. I thought this only happened in movies. But I thought wrong. My dad, mom, three younger brothers aged 21, 17 and 15, our maid and I slept in our bahay kubo (nipa hut) because our beach house is still under construction. It was around 1:30 in the morning (December 28) when I heard gunshots, I was awoken by the sound so I got up when I saw that my mom and my dad weren't in their bed and then my brother (21) also woke up because he told me he heard gunshots so we decided to go out and check what it was. When we got out my brother and I saw my mom, dad, driver and my dad's bodyguard looking at this huge coconut tree, I asked my mom what they were doing and then my mom told me that there's an aswang (ghoul). At first I didn't want to believe it. But my dad who is a skeptic also told that he also saw it. It was a huge black bird with super red eyes (like it was glowing red). My mom also told me that when were all sleeping she was awoken by the sound of flapping wings and the sound "ik ik ik ik" and it circled the nipa hut twice as if it was looking for something or someone.

My mom told me to wake up my brothers who were still sleeping (17 and 15) and our yaya (maid) so that we would all be together. My dad fired a shot again towards the tree but the huge bird was still in hiding. My dad told his bodyguard to turn of all the lights (the moon was shining so bright that night); right after all the lights were turned off the huge bird took flight and swooped down on us. I SAW IT TOO! It was HUGE and it really had RED EYES. My dad, the driver, my brother (21), my dad's bodyguard ran after the huge bird and they tried to shoot at it again but the bird perched on another coconut tree near us and hid again. After 10 minutes or so, and after 5 more gun shots my Dad finally hit it. The huge bird cried. I got so scared. It was the most spine-chilling cry I've heard. I wasn't sure if "it" was a cry for help or just because it got hurt. It flew again away from us then after a minute we heard our neighbour's dogs howling like crazy animals so my dad and his bodyguard checked that area and the ones who got left decided to patrol the area. 

When my dad and his aide reached the fence, they saw two birds crawling (why would birds crawl?) and when the birds saw them those birds tried to attack them. My other brother (15) and I decided to patrol the back of the house and wait for my dad and his aide to get back when we heard the flapping of the wings again so I decided to turn on the flashlight I was carrying and shone it in the direction in where we heard the sound, there we saw it fold its wing and it was looking straight at us. I started cussing at it and I also told it that we weren't scared of him or her. I wasn't afraid of them anymore. The roles where switched. They were the hunted and we are the hunters. Sadly, they got away. But I'm ready for the next time. I'm not afraid of them anymore. (Courtesy: YourGhostStories)

Saturday, August 23, 2014

THE WOMAN AND THE CHILD (Unnamed Manila School)

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The story that I will tell you happened when I was in 4th grade. Anyway, I am already 23 years old now and I live in a city in Metro Manila. This event happened in my previous school. 

We were having our foundation day in our school at that time. All students and teachers were in our gymnasium watching presentations. It was too noisy and everybody was shouting and it looked like they really appreciate the show.

Suddenly, my teacher asked me to go in our room to get her bag. Actually, I did not know why she left her bag there. So, me as a student, followed her instruction. I went to our room. Our room was in the second floor in a building at the back of the gymnasium. I was not scared even though I already heard rumors about the place.

It took me 10 minutes to reach the room. I got my teacher's bag and went out immediately. When you go out of the room you will see a very long hall way. At the end of the hall way, when you turn left, that way will lead you to a closed stairs, when you turn right, you will see another long hall way which lead to the stairs going to the gymnasium.

As I went out of the room, I saw two people walking to the closed stairs. A woman and a child. I thought they were visitors so I ran to tell them that there was no way there. As I ran and as I came near them, I noticed that their colors turned brown. I thought it was my eyes playing tricks. I shouted and told them that there is no way there. I did not get any response. When I was just maybe 10 steps away from them their color turned to a color of an old photograph. I stopped and they continued walking to the closed stairs. I still followed them and when I turned left no one was there and it is impossible that they get through the closed gate. I felt chills and goosebumps filled my body. I did not know what to do. I was thinking of running but I could not. I tried to scream but nothing happened. After a few seconds, I was able to move again and I ran to the gymnasium as fast as I can.

I told my teacher about this and she said that there are really ghost in there. Actually, even janitors and security guards experienced odd things in that school. (Courtesy: Yourghoststories)


Child From The Future or Their Dark Past?

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Friday, August 22, 2014


Man Poses With Dead Wife

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First of all I want to share to all of you an incident that happened on November 16, 2006. It was my cousin's 18th birthday celebration in our province. I was at my cousin's house eating together with my cousins and some of their friends and my relatives, my uncle is drinking outside under the Sampaloc tree together with some of his friends, I think they were about 8 people drinking. It happened so fast, a man suddenly appeared. I thought he was also a friend of my uncle, then that man went to one of my uncle's friend then stabbed him three times in his heart, all of us were so shocked. I remember that I didn't stop staring at the victim until he fell on the ground. My mom quickly called the police station. The murderer was not able to escape because my uncle and his friends grabbed him and beat him up. The victim was wearing an orange t-shirt with a brand name of a clothing line printed on the front. I saw it when he fell on the ground. That was the first time that I saw a scene like that.

A year after that tragic incident we went to our province to visit my lolo's puntod (graveyard), it was November 1, 2007. It was around 12:30am when we got back to my uncle's house. Me and my cousins were not yet sleepy by that time. I heared my aunt say: "tara picture picture muna tayo dun sa ilalim ng puno ng Sampaloc" (let's take some photos underneath the Sampaloc tree). So we took some pictures and after that we browsed the pictures from my aunt's digicam (I was the one browsing the photos). I think it was about the 5th picture when suddenly I saw a man wearing an orange t-shirt (but the shirt is some kind of blurred image and I can't see the face of the man because it was dark), we just ignored it and continued to browse the photos. The more we browse the photo the clearer the orange t-shirt gets and I'm so shocked to what I saw in the picture. The orange t-shirt has a brand name of a clothing line printed on the front of the shirt. That was the same shirt that I saw a year ago on the man that was stabbed underneath the Sampaloc tree. I felt goosebumps all over my body and the pictures were deleted after all because all of us were scared and we didn't think of uploading it. After that night we came back here in Manila.

It was December 24, 2007, a month after I saw that picture we came back to our province to celebrate Christmas eve. To my surprise the Sampaloc tree is no longer there. I heard that my uncle ordered to cut down that tree because whenever his neighbors is passing by that tree at around 12 midnight they always say to my uncle that they can see a man wearing an orange t-shirt. Well after that tree was cut down I never encountered that man again. Up until now we still don't know the reason why that man is trapped on that Sampaloc tree. ( Courtesy: yourghoststories)