WHAT'S BEHIND THEM????

Child From The Future or Their Dark Past?

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'TIL DEATH DO US PART

Man Poses With Dead Wife

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THE SAMPALOC TREE

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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) 

CREEPY CEBU APARTMENT

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During my college days I lived in 6 different apartments in Cebu City. I only had major scary experiences in 2 of these places. The first one was in my uncle's rented apartment and the other one was the 5th one I rented. I usually occupied a whole room.

The 5th apartment was an old two-storey house made of wood. It had 3 rooms. 2rooms upstairs and my room downstairs. The big room upstairs was occupied by my other 4 housemates (all of us were ladies). The other one was occupied by a medical student. I occupied the room downstairs.

One night, I was so exhausted I slept like a log. Then in the middle of the night, I suddenly woke up to the sound of a little girl's voice humming in my ear. It sounded like a lullaby. As I was opening my eyes, I saw the fading figure of the little girl in a lacy white dress leaning her elbow on the bed just beside me looking at me while humming a song. She was gone in 2 seconds. She looked very friendly, but it still scared the hell out of me. I didn't go back to sleep that night after that incident. Too scared the little girl would show up again.

The following night, I slept upstairs in the big room with my other housemates. Of course I told them about it, and they believed me. Their room upstairs was dark even during the daytime. That night, I had a nightmare. I think it was another episode of a sleep paralysis. I saw this big hairy hand holding my arm pinning me down. I couldn't move. As I lay there, fighting it, I prayed the Our Father repeatedly. It was like I was struggling for the words. Then suddenly it went away. ( Courtesy: yourghoststories)

OUR HOUSE IN CAVITE

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This happened when I was still young, round 6 or 7years old that time. We were living in Cavite, me my mom and my dad. My mom was sick during that time. She had been sick for 2 years actually with Lupus so she had to always rest in bed. My dad had a car shop in Mandaluyong City and would often come home late.

One specific night, when me and my mom were sleeping, I heard a knock on our front door. After a few seconds, I heard my dad say: "Anak, pabukas ng pinto (child, please open the door.) " I looked out our window, which would let me see the front yard and directly to the front door steps, and saw no one. Thinking it was my imagination, I went back to sleep.

Just as I'm about to doze off again, I heard another knock. And again I heard my dad asking me to open the door, this time calling me by my pet name that only he calls me with. Somehow, I felt really scared of the voice. So instead of going downstairs and opening the door, I looked out the window again and same thing, no one there on our front steps.

Getting really scared, I ran back to the bed, tried to wake up my mom. But all I could ever get is a moan and she would not budge. So I hid under the covers and closed my eyes.After a few minutes, the voice came again, this time not as sweet as earlier. It had the angry voice of my dad. And the knocking on the door became banging. "Anak, sinabi ng buksan mo pinto eh... (pet name)...pag ano ba?! Di mo ba bubuksan ang pinto?!?" I was so afraid that I was shaking all over but did not budge. I just stayed under the covers, trying to block out the sounds until I fell asleep.

The next morning, I asked my mom if she heard anything. She said no, she said she had a good sleep. And my dad? He came home right when we were having lunch, said he had to stay on overtime due to a celebrity's car needing overhaul. So who was the person with my dad's voice trying to get into our house?

I don't know. I'm not psychic, I don't have anything supernatural. But when I told my grandfather about it, he just looked at me and said. "Apo, wag na wag kang sasagot, wag na wag kang lilingon. Ganyan talaga anak." (Courtesy: yourghoststories)

PLAYMATE FROM QUEZON CITY

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The mother of my mom took care of me when I was young. Back then, where she go, I go. I'm her tail.

We went to my aunt's place in Sangandaan, Quezon City that afternoon. One will pass a huge acacia (or was that a balete?) tree on the left side of the road before the way in of a dead-end road, also on the left side. Toward the inside of the blind alley, there were just three houses, one on each side. My aunt's was the one at the right, and a three-storey house with a veranda on the third floor at the end of the road. (Honestly, I'm trying to recall where the veranda was, on the third or second, or maybe both floors have balcony.) I can no longer see the big tree after we entered the road leading to the house of my aunty because the house on my left side was blocking the view. And I don't have, in any way, interest with that tree so it never bothered me.

I was looking straight ahead, my eyes were fixed at the boy standing with his elbows resting on the railings of the balcony, and looking at the direction of the tree, or so I thought. He's just looking intently at that path while I vaguely looking at him. I only focused my intention to my aunt when she greeted me with, "Don't play at the back of the house without wearing your slippers. Al died this morning because he stepped on a rusted nail a week or so ago while playing at the back (of the house) and tetanus got him." (What a welcoming remark!) I asked, "Who's Al?" "Al," she replied, as if I really knew Al, "was your playmate next door", pointing at the three-storey house outside. "Al?", I was starting to feel a little confuse, "the black boy with curly hair, like this, like that, blah blah blah, and about the age of Jeffgard?" (Jeffgard is her son and a year younger than me.) "Yes!" she answered. "No, aunty, he's there at the balcony. I saw him just before we entered here. And he's still there!" I was jerking her to come along with me and to have a look but she paid no heed to my plea. Well, who would believe a child for telling the truth? Of what he saw?

"Al" was there. He's there, like, really, flesh and blood. I didn't saw a "floating Al" or something. He's just like an ordinary child, human, I mean, just staring blankly at the direction of that tree over there. I didn't see any irregularity whatsoever. I only realized the lapse in ordinary when my aunt made that hospitable statement. Al? Dead? That morning? Tetanus? I saw Al at the balcony that afternoon. Period.

I read stories of Near Death Experience (NDE) and in some cases, when a child is involved, an angel will accompany the child, let\'s the child to see the loved ones, and visit a particular house or place before moving on to the "light".

I made that incident clear to my aunty just the other month, long after they move from one place to another and decades after she didn't believed me when I was a child telling her what I just saw. And now, she believes. ( Courtesy: yourghoststories )