THE PRANKSTER

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This happened way back when I was in college so I have to give a little history on the events that lead to my experience. I believe this happened either on December of 2001 or 2002, can't remember the exact year but it was something I could not forget. The reason why I can't forget about it was not because of the experience I had but it was because this was the time a buddy of ours died.

His name was Edward, he was a batch mate in High School and all around good guy. He died of cancer and was diagnosed when he was young but I never knew about it until they told me on his funeral. Our High School was composed of all boys, hence our batch mates were our brothers and our fraternity. So when he died we all went to his funeral and paid our respects to his family and prayed for him.

After that we all left and decided to go in groups since our High School had a reputation for being in a lot fights with other High Schools and so-called Fraternities Gangs, it's a long history as to why it's like that. I left with Arvin and he decided that we should eat before heading home and since he was treating I was all in. He then told me why we had to stop before heading home, he told me that in their belief (he's Chinese) every time you visit the dead you should not go home directly but go to different places first so that the spirits that might have followed you from the funeral will be confused and will not follow you home. It was the first time I ever heard of this belief so I was a little bit skeptical. After the meal we went our separate ways and I went home.

When I got home it was night time and I was home alone. My family was spending their Christmas Holiday with Grandma in the province and I was left all alone to guard the house so I decided to sleep on the couch that night since I could watch TV until dawn. It was past midnight when it happened. When I was about to sleep, I suddenly felt a little on edge and I was aware that there was someone staring at me but I couldn't make out where that person was, so I woke up and turned on all the lights in the house to check if there was an intruder. After making sure that the house was secure I suddenly had a chill go up my spine that it made me remember what Arvin was telling me about. When I remembered it I just said to myself that if it was my friend, he was just passing by so I went to the kitchen and drank a cup of water and placed the cup on the dining room table and turned off all the lights and headed back to bed.

When I was about to sleep I suddenly heard the distinct sound of clattering dishes in the kitchen that made feel really cold, then I heard a cup hitting a wood surface with enough force that I knew exactly where it came from. It was the cup that I left on the table. I was now shivering and I said, "Dude, don't be like that" and everything stopped and I was feeling warm and suddenly fell asleep.

After that night I never experienced anything that involved my friend and I know it was him and when I do die I'm going to find him and smack his head for giving me such a scare that night. ( Courtesy: yourghoststories )

THE OPEN FIELD IN NEGROS OCCIDENTAL

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In 1992, my father resigned from his company of 17 years to start his own business, an Auto Repair Shop. He leased a half-hectare land right beside the highway somewhere in Negros Occidental. The land was an open field. Right at the center end of the lot stood a very big, old Kamatsile tree. Underneath it, he built our small wooden house. In front of the house, he designated it as his work area. We only had one neighbor located on the right side of the lot. They were a family manufacturing concrete hollow blocks.

Since the land was so wide and was covered with grass, my parents decided to raise some goats. Our neighbors had their own herd too. First few months of our stay went well until things started to become bizarre. Our goats, one by one, became ill and died. Even the pregnant ones would have still-born babies and they, too, did eventually die days after giving birth. Soon all of our goats were gone. But the odd thing was, our neighbor's goats were in good shape.

The next thing, my father's business started to fall apart. His customers were scarce. He couldn't pay for our school tuition anymore. Much more, we barely ate a decent meal.

During those times, I remembered my mom told me a couple of creepy stories. One time, at dusk, she was out in our makeshift bathroom (a few meters away from our house) to wash her face. While bending forward, she felt a cold, light cloth touching her head. She looked up and there she saw a lady dressed in white standing in front of her. She blinked hard and when she opened her eyes, the lady was gone.

Another instance was when my mom was inside our house. It was around 6:00 pm. She was about to close the window facing the Kamatsile tree when she spotted the same lady standing beside the tree as if peeking at her. My mom leaned forward to have a better look but the figure disappeared into a thin air.

After those two episodes, my mom fell ill. So ill that she would cough out blood. We were already living in misery. That was when my aunt (mom's older sister) came to the rescue. She convinced my parents to live with her while me and my siblings were sent under our grandparents' care.

We left the house, but my father was so concerned about our belongings, so my mom's younger brother and my dad's friend were asked to look after them. My uncle stayed there for about 2 weeks. Then, suddenly one evening, he came home to my grandma's house. He said he was not feeling well and thought that he was having one of his usual asthma attacks. The whole night went really bad. My grandma stayed up to watch over him. Then, past midnight, I woke up to a loud, eerie voice of my uncle. He sounded as if he was having a nightmare. My grandma kept shaking him but he was unconscious. Minutes passed and he eventually came back to his senses, but having no idea about what had happened to him. My grandparents then decided to take him to the hospital. Halfway to the hospital, my uncle went unconscious again and was pronounced dead on arrival by the doctor. It was 4:00 am.

The stranger part was, back to our wooden house, my dad's friend was left alone that night. He decided to sleep in the auto repair shop in front of the house. Around 4:00 am, he recalled having awaken to a strange noise coming out from the house. There was a flickering light and as if there were unknown creatures partying inside, banging the utensils and scratching the wooden walls. He couldn't figure out what it was until he came to know that my uncle was dying on that same ungodly hour.

A few days later, my parents returned to that house to take all of our stuff and totally abandon the place. My mom recalled that it was an eerie afternoon. There was a complete silence and the wind was blowing cold.

A week after my uncle's death, a taxi cab went tumbling right in front of that lot. According to the news, the driver lost control when a lady dressed in white suddenly came out from the bushes and crossed the highway. ( Courtesy: yourghoststories)

A DOPPELGANGER IN ONE OF MANILA'S SCHOOL

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It was Saturday morning. Some of our classmates, including me were task to go to school to finish our "Beautification Project". We were done exactly at 11:00 am. All of our classmates (excluding Trisha, Karen, Ariana, and me) went home. Ariana told us to wait here at school while she will go and buy something to eat (She didn't eat breakfast). We agreed so we waited for her.

Since there's nothing much to do, we decided to go on "Ghost Hunting". We went up to the second floor and began filming all around us with Trisha's phone while walking. As we passed by the Library, we all felt a very cold wind around us. Trisha screamed "Takbo!" (Run!), then we ran outside the gate and we saw the guard. The guard is very angry with us and told us to go home.

We text Ariana to go to my place after she is done eating. At my place, we replayed the video. As the film passes by the library's glass window, we saw "Karen's reflection wearing a blue t-shirt" in front of Trisha. Trisha was so shocked and said "Diba nasa likod ka Karen? At diba nag-susuot ka ng puting T-shirt kanina?" (Wait! You're at my back, right? And are you wearing a white T-shirt back there?) Karen said "Oo, ba't naman ako nasa harap... Diba ikaw yung palagi nasa harap? At Oo, hanggang ngayon nagsusuot parin ako ng puting T-shirt!) (Yes! Why will I be in front? Clearly, you're the only one who is in front, right? And I'm still wearing the exact same white T-shirt) We tried to replay it again and again and still the same. (Courtesy: yourghoststories)

HIS FAVORITE TOY

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I live in a house inhabited by eight soul's altogether. Four of which are flesh and blood, i.e. Myself, my twin boys and my mother. The other four are spirits. Both my grandmothers, my best friend, Charlie (all of whom passed on and elected to come back to watch over us) and then there is Adam. He is around 4 years old and burned to death in the room he now sees as his sanctuary. He has also taken to seeing me as his mother figure.

Since learning about Adam I had come to see him as one of my boys. His room was used for storage and I decided to put toys in the room for him. Every kid loves toys, why not him? At one point a piece of exercise equipment (health walker) was placed in his room as well. And seeing as how the pedals of this machine swing, Adam has grown fascinated with it. However, I have started exercising on it again and moved it out of his room. My friend Tim, who is a full-fledged medium, told me Adam is not happy with his favourite toy not being in his room. Poor little guy.

This past weekend, Tim had come to help me with some DIY work around the house. His wife, Elaine was working a Saturday shift and we were biding a bit of time before we went to pick her up, as we decided the visit would be the whole weekend. As we were sitting in the lounge, just chatting, the kids (my two and their three) were all in the twins' room, watching a DVD. And then we started hearing a faint tapping sound coming from the Jacuzzi area. I looked at Tim and he looked at me and said "I hear it too" before getting up from the couch and walking toward the sound. When he got to the step leading to the Jacuzzi he gave a giggle, then turned around and headed back to the couch. He told me, ever so casually "Your 'other son' is playing with the walker." It was standing up against a table and Adam had started making the pedals swing, so it kept tapping against the table. It went on for a few seconds then stopped. And I spoke up and said "Play a little more my boy!" and it started moving again. He is steadily growing more confident and is moving around the house more.

One night I was standing in the kitchen, a little upset, and I heard little feet come running up behind me on the tiles. I just smiled and told him "I'm ok". Little boy sensing "mommy" is unhappy and just checking up on her. I have come to really care about him. And now we have decided to sell the house. I said to Tim that I know it sounds strange, but I can't imagine moving away and leaving one of my boys there. Tim told me that, if Adam decides he wants to go with us, he might be able to leave the house. But he's not sure if he will yet. (Courtesy: yourghoststories)

A STRANGE ENCOUNTER IN GUIMARAS ISLAND, PHILIPPINES

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My father is an extreme Christian so he does not believe in ghost. This is about his experience and although it happened a long time ago, one thing still puzzles me. He was living in a remote island called guimaras in the Philippines. Communication back then was impossible, when they say you need to go through a mountain before you can get a pale of water they literally mean a mountain.

I've been there before when I was a kid, the province was cool A lot of trees in the areas, wild animals are running free, caves Hills big trees etc. All visible, it's like you're in a paradise. It was when we hit a certain area, my father start talking. This is where he had an experience which puzzles me and keeps me Asking is he really not into ghost apparitions etc...

It was in the 70's when this thing happened. My father and his friends went fishing; it's very common for a fisherman in their area to go out the sea when the moon is at most, full moon. After they were done with the fishing stuff, he decided to go home Along with the fish they caught. He started making his way back home, On his way, he met a stranger, " hey buddy, if I were you I would not go home alone, can't you see We got a full moon here so you better be careful", as per my father He just ignored the man and went straight while shaking he's head.

He passed through the area we were and it was in this area He started to feel so light, like his body was about to float, suddenly the Area was covered with light and he started hearing noises and voices coming from Small people. I then asked how did you know its coming from small people. He said the sound of the voices were creeping him out and it was not a normal Persons pitch he added, what he did was try to get the leaves of a dead coconut tree to create noise by slamming the dead branch anywhere. He said if someone could see him they would think he's crazy. After the noises that he made the voices disappeared along with the light. He ran all the way back home thinking of what he had seen and heard. I then ask, do you think it was a ghost? His answered he believes in Christ and that HE is the only one he believes... Stupid as it may sound but it really is. I'm just curious, what could it be? (Courtesy: yourghoststories)

VOICE FROM THE GRAVE

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"Iho, iho!" (This is a Spanish word for "little boy" which is addressed by our grandparents to us) The same word which gave shivers to my spine the first time I heard it from my nephew's phone. By the way, my nephew has really been a daredevil. Despite the fact that the house where they have stayed in has been haunted for already a decade, he has never stopped staying in the master's bedroom even at the crack of dawn and has had the habit of recording the things that he has thought to be "spooky".

His tale of horror started when his little sister began calling the name of her unseen friend. (For the record, my niece is a 5 year-old kid who stutters a lot.) There were times that her sister would play at 2 am while everyone was snoring. She would either laugh or would run around and would try to go upstairs. (The whole family is staying at the living room.) Usually they would just see her doing it while saying, "Tara, Leslie, laro tayo!" (Come on Leslie, let's play!).

Then one time, my niece started to cry, saying Leslie was forcing her to come upstairs and stay inside the big closet in the master's bedroom. Their dad and mom still asked them to pray. After a minute or two, everything went to normal and my niece was pacified. (Most of his siblings cried but my nephew then got the nerve to comfort them. Maybe it's because he was the eldest and he needed to make his siblings feel safe).

The horror continued as days went by but he decided to stay in the biggest bedroom where my other cousins and my aunt were sleeping. My nephew killed time playing with his smartphone but in the middle of his game (as he retold the story, everyone of us wanted to wet our pants) goosebumps crawled unto his skin and he knew that it was a fateful night! Scared though, he pressed the button and started recording. He was expecting to catch a glimpse of a shadow or a kid without eyes and so on but to his surprise nothing was captured. However, when he started playing the recording again, that's when he realized that the worse was just about to happen. It's because when he played it the second time, an eerie voice was heard! Like the sound of an old woman. The worst thing was, while he was playing the audio file the voice was like coming from a spot near him! That made him shut his eyes and struggled to sleep.

The next day, we were all stunned and horrified 'cause when we listened to the recorded audio file, it was true. The voice was like coming from beneath the grave. We were all scared for them especially for the youngest member of the family because according to her, "Leslie" was still playing with her. My nephew decided to sleep beside his sister since then... ( Courtesy: yourghoststories )