Story Time...

This happened post pandemic na around 2022 and maluwag na ang Travel Advisory. So maaga kami na VTO (bpo term for early out) tapos siyempre hindi pa kami agad umuwi tamang kwentuhan lang muna sa smoking area na medyo dim light (garden kasi yung area na kalahati smoking pit) Napagkwentuhan namin yung balak ng mga kateam ko na magbaguio next next week since approved naman mga VL namin since avail at mababa ang queue. Etong dati kong TL na OM na ngayon may nishare siyang experience nila sa isang transient house 30 minutes from Loakan. Unang araw nila ang bigat na ng ambiance sa lumang bahay na ginawang transient house para sa mga bakasyonista na taga ibang lugar especially mga taga Manila. Bale sa isang room na nakatapat sa likuran na bahagi ng house dun nagstay ang mga boys. Ang mga girls naman sa kabilang side malapit sa terrace. Dahil pagod maaga sila nagpahinga (5PM na sila dumating at nagdinner na din dun mismo sa transient house) Yung isa nilang kateam naalimpungatan ng bandang past midnight at nakaramdam ng gutom kaya ang ginawa niya pumunta siya sa pantry para magluto ng pancit canton. Maya maya sumunod sa kanya yung dalawa niyang kateam na gusto rin mag midnight snack. Ayun habang nasa kalagitnaan sila ng kwentuhan habang kumakain, napako tingin nila sa west hallway na madilim at ang makikita lang ay yung pinakadulong part which is terrace nga. Halos manlaki ang ulo nila sa takot dahil may dumaan na di nila mawari if tao kasi sobrang bilis. Nicheck nila baka kasamahan nila pero imposible kasi bago makarating sa part na iyon ng transient house madadaanan muna sila sa sa pinaka receiving area. Kaya sa takot nila dun na sila sa kwarto nagsikain.

Kinabukasan naikwento nila sa mga kasamahan nila yung nangyari at isa sa mga kasamahan nila ang nagsabi na hindi rin talaga maganda feelings nila sa lugar na yun. Nalaman pa nila sa isang locals doon na ang tinutuluyan nila ay dating libingan ng mga tagaroon or mga nabibiktima ng krimen at doon na lang tinatapon. Hindi na sila nagpaabot ng gabi at nagpaalam na sila sa care taker na luluwas na sila pabalik ng manila kahit pa bayad na nila ang 3 days hindi na sila humingi ng refund.

So ayun habang pinagkukwentuhan namin yung tungkol sa experience nila. May isang agent na nakiusyoso nagtanong siya if yung transient house ba na yun ay malapit sa parang lumang radio tower? Sabi ng dati kong TL "oo" tapos may pinakita siya sa aming photos na galing din sa facebook (credits to the owner) same transient house pero ang nakakatakot sa group picture may sumamang entity sa photo. Wala siyang mukha blurred lang and base sa pagkakazoon at enhanced ng photo.

(Creepy)

The decomposed body of a Spanish Paulist nun was found stuffed in a barrel.. a victim of the war. They buried her where they found her in our yard. Many people, including our servants and my own brother, saw her ghost flitting or floating, standing, by windows or near the area where she was buried, on one occasion floating up the staircase .  Whenever she was seen, my mother used to race over to church to have Masses for the dead said for her. We would wake up in the early hours to white smoke flowing through the house, which would quickly vanish combined with lights flickering. The sounds of crying and wailing in the middle of the night, under our big Acacia tree would be heard. On three random consecutive occasions, she would call each of our names in a very faint soft voice. We would hear knocks and footsteps all the time. Doorknobs open and close by themselves.

This was a very long time ago and I was just a child. This was to be our home for six months out of the year. It was an older house built around the late 30’s or early 40’s. There were five of these houses on a short street that faced what
was once a park, but at that time, was just a big empty lot. The other four houses had been converted to consulate offices and this was the only house on that short block that was still used as a residence.

The house was spacious with the living quarters on the second floor. The living and dining areas were all in one big open space with the three bedrooms on one end of the living room and the kitchen behind the dining room. On the first floor were a den and a bedroom on one side. Beyond the other door were the servants’ quarters. All was well in that house until about two months into our occupancy.

The strange occurrences escalated the longer we were there and by the sixth month, even the help were getting really spooked and frightened. At nights, someone with ice-cold hands would wiggle our toes, or someone would slap them in their sleep, or poke them. The mysterious door knocking was frequent.

our houseboy, Alan, who was not afraid of ghosts, to stay in the house. On his 2nd night there, he heard the telephone in the den ring, so he ran from the servants quarters into the den to answer it. (This particular door was set up to close on its own when opened, to insure privacy). when Alan got there he saw the phone receiver go up in the air like it was being answered and held to someone’s ear, only no one was there. He was terrified and turned around to open the door to go back into his quarters. The door would not open—it felt as it someone on the other side was pulling on it. Terrified out of his wits, he yanked so hard that he finally succeeded in opening it. Alan raced out of that house and slept on the street outside the gate that night.

When we had moved to another house in Manila the neighboring consulate employees had warned my dad that the house was haunted and that no one ever stayed beyond six months in that house. These employees were used to the strange occurrences in their offices, but since there were a lot of them there, they were not spooked too much. One of the employees, told my mom of a baby who had no eyes, that would crawl on the tables, walls, and wooden floors of the consulate. The story goes, is that the Japanese gouged out the babies eyes, which was sworn in testimony on war crime events later on.

Back then Manila was still very haunted. Since it is was not nearly as developed as it is now, combined with the hustle and bustle. Back then alot of Manila , was still open vacant lots, due to the destruction during the war. Parts of Manila were still quiet, dark, with plenty of big trees and old buildings. A lot of hotels and apartments were and are still today being constructed on mass burial sites (one of them is Torre de Manila) my uncle worked at the adamant church during the atrocity , it can still be found in archives

My mom wrote a blog on this online 12 years ago .The house no longer sits but the consults does. Growing up in the 60s-70s was a very scary time.

Hello guys and Mods, pagbigyan niyo na ko spooky season naman ahahah. Please feel free to share your experiences guys!

Ako muna hahaha last year is my first time mag solo living. Yung dating nakatira sa bahay is family tas napilitan sila umalis kasi nagkasakit baby nila tas lagi na sila nasa ospital idk. Pero nung lumipat ako medyo feel ko na medyo iba yung energy. So I spent months sa apartment na yon, medyo naddepress ako that time kasi everything feels overwhelming plus dami problem sa family ko. One day parang pagod na pagod ako tas kakaiyak ko lang din nakatulog ako tas naalimpungatan ako di ko magalaw buong katawan ko pero nakikita ko yung area sa kusina ko parang may anino na nakatayo. Di ko talaga alam gagawin ko kasi tinatry ko sumigaw ng malakas pero wala lumalabas sa bibig ko parang yung sigaw nasa utak ko lang. Tas tinry ko pumikit tas dumilat tas nandun pa din yung anino, tas nagpray ako as in pray asking for help, tinry ko pumikit langhanggang sa makasleep ako tas ayun nagising ako wala na umaga na. After mangyare yon ayoko na magpatay ng ilaw sa kusina hahahaha. Pero thank God nakaalis na ko dun sa apartment na yon, ngayon okay na yung vibes or energy ng unit na nilipatan ko, masaya naman until may kumakalampag sa unit ko around 4am hahahahaha pero so far okay pa ko 😭

I'm a Hexer for more than 2 decades, I did quit for being such, Pero sa totoo lang kapag nakaka encounter ako ng gantong news I feel the urge to kill talaga, that killer tsk makita ko lang face mu....hindi kita sasantuhin

Aware naman ako sa Justice ni God pero hirap lang talagang e apply minsan ng "faith-trust''

naalala ko yung pulis before, lakas ng loob niyang barilin yung mag-ina expecting nothing in return, that maggot.

simula lumipat kami sa bahay nato daming mga paramdam apartment lang Kase to tapos Ang laki Ng lupa as in laki pwede ka mag patayo ng mga Lima bahay pa puro puno siya isa lang yung bahay maliit pero malaki Ang bakod 2000 a month bayad mura siya at malaki katabi lang Ng bahay nato yung puno ng mangga dalawa diko sure kung mangga din yung isa yung puno ng isa parang may buhok balete Ang stake Red. simula lumipat kami may kumakatok sa mga bintana Namin tuwing gabi mga 10 or 12 ganon may parang Sako pa nga na hinihila that's weird but I hate realism I want magic kinda cool experience Kase di naman Ako naniniwala sa ganyan pero takot ako lol

Hello guys.

Second time posting here, and gusto ko lang i-share yung scary story na nangyari sa school namin, which was told to us by my classmate way back in Grade 7. Apparently, this story was also told to her by her Tita, who was a student at the same school back in the '90s. According to her, the incident happened to one of her batchmates.

So, eto na nga. The story happened when a student decided to stay behind in their classroom. Take note na lagpas 5 PM na that time, which meant uwian na ng mga students. Siya na lang talaga ang mag-isa sa classroom, pati na rin sa buong building.

Nagpaiwan yung student kasi isusulat niya sa blackboard yung upcoming lesson nila for the next day. Parang class officer ata siya, so it made sense na siya yung naatasang gumawa ng task na 'yon.

After some time, medyo napagod na siya sa pagsusulat, kaya nag-decide muna siyang magpahinga at magpagpag ng chalk dust sa uniform niya.

Nung lumingon siya sa labas, may nakita siyang madre na naglalakad sa hallway.

For context, nasa right side ng blackboard yung pintuan ng classroom, so madadaanan talaga ng madre yung bukas na pinto. At first, hindi naman nagtaka yung student kasi Friday noon, at katatapos lang ng First Friday Mass. Inakala niya na baka isa sa mga madre na galing sa misa yung nakita niya.

Huminto yung madre sa tapat ng bukas na pintuan ng classroom nila.

Nagtaka yung student at hindi niya alam kung ano ang gagawin. Doon niya mas napagmasdan yung itsura ng madre. Napansin niyang yung suot nito ay parang damit ng mga madre noong Victorian era, at mayroon itong maamong mukha.

Nakatingin lang yung madre sa kanya habang nakangiti.

Nang mapansin ng student na parang papasok na yung madre sa classroom, nagdesisyon siyang salubungin ito para magmano at mag-bless. Habang papalapit siya, nahulog daw yung dalang panyo ng madre.

Dahil may chalk dust pa sa uniform niya, pinagpag muna niya ito bago niya akmang pupulutin yung panyo.

Pero nung yumuko siya para pulutin iyon, may napansin siyang kakaiba.

Nakalutang daw yung madre. Hindi nakatapak sa sahig.

Kinilabutan yung student. Hindi niya alam kung dapat ba siyang tumingala o kung ano ang gagawin niya. Pero unti-unti niyang itinaas yung ulo niya.

At pagtingala niya, sobrang lapit na raw ng mukha ng madre sa kanya.

Hindi na iyon mukha ng isang maamong madre.

Mistulang bungo na raw ang mukha nito, umiikot ang mga mata habang mabilis na nagdarasal ng Hail Mary.

Ang sabi-sabi, may narinig na lang daw na malakas na sigaw ang guard o janitor mula sa isang classroom. Nang puntahan nila kung saan nanggaling yung sigaw, tumambad sa kanila yung estudyanteng naninigas ang katawan.

Ayon sa kuwento, nabaliw raw yung student at hindi na nakabalik sa pag-aaral.

For reference, nag-high school ako sa Camarines Sur National High School, isa sa mga pinakamatandang paaralan sa city namin.

Yung mismong Gabaldon building sa campus, according sa mga kuwento, ay nagsilbing garrison ng mga sundalong Hapon noong World War II. Mayroon din daw itong parang tunnel sa ilalim na nagkokonekta sa isang lumang university sa city.

Hindi ako sure kung totoo, pero may kuwento rin daw noon na hindi pinapayagan ang night classes dahil sa mga paranormal sightings.

May mga nakapagsabi rin na sa upper floor ng Gabaldon building, may nakikitang parang may event na nagaganap kahit dis-oras na ng gabi. May naririnig daw na tugtugan, may mga nagsasayawan, at maliwanag pa rin ang lugar kahit malalim na ang gabi.

Meron ding mga sightings ng mga sundalong nagpapabalik-balik sa hagdan ng isang two-story building sa campus.

Hindi ko lang sure kung may nakakaalam pa rito ng mga kuwentong 'to, lalo na yung mga nag-aral din sa CSNHS o nakatira sa Camarines Sur.

Yun lang muna guys, I hope na-spook ko kayo kahit papaano. Enjoy the story!

Aware talaga akong may mga iba kaming kasama family house namin. For background: May friend kami na open nag 3rd eye naki-sleepover dati, di raw nakatulog kasi kung ano ano ung narinig nya na dapat wala naman. May mga nakita din syangmga batang naglalaro pero harmless naman daw.

Ngayong may sarili na kong family, padalaw-dalaw na lang kami dun pero di kami nagtatagal kasi laging aligaga ung anak ko, ayaw din pumasok sa kwarto kasi may mumu daw.

Ung huling sleepover namin, di rin ako nakatulog (di ako namamahay, sure ako) kasi feeling ko may nakatingin sakin. Laging ganon.

Maliban sa bawang at rock salt, ano pang pwede kong pangontra sa mga entities na andun? Para sana di nila guluhin ung mga anak ko.

I used to be super sensitive since childhood up to teenage and early adult years. Dati kahit di ko alam ang history, alam ko nang haunted ang isang lugar based lang sa pakiramdam ko. Even sa bundok, ramdam ko kapag may elementong nakatingin or nakatira sa isang puno. Dinanas din namin yung nasa gubat tapos para kayong paikot ikot lang sa iisang lugar kaya ang ending nagbaligtad kami lahat ng suot. Basically, Di ko sila nakikita pero I can feel them. Iba yung feeling, higit pa siya sa feeling na parang may ibang nakatingin.

Fast forward to 2024, I started having Psychotherapy to address my anger issues as well as to confront my childhood traumas na nagdulot ng matinding resentment. As I continue progressing in addressing and confronting my childhood traumas, frustrations, and other negatove burdens sa buhay, nawala yung nararamdaman kong mga sensation. Di ko na nasesende ngayon kung haunted yung lugar. Dark places no longer scare me. Even mountains suddenly became peaceful sakin.

Question ko lang, is it possible na due to my traumas at other unsolved emotions while growing up is nakapag attract ako ng negative energy throughout the years then I started losing them when I started throwing away or confronting some of those emotions? Curious lang po.

Hello everyone! Curious ako. Sana may makatulong o makasagot. Thank you in advance!

Open ang third eye ko noong bata palang ako pero pinasarado. Successful naman kasi wala na 'ko nakikita hanggang ngayon at nakapamuhay ako ng mapayapa (Tho, burado ang memory ko at wala akong matandaan na nakakakita pala ako)

Ang tanong ko, bakit yung iba na "no third eye since birth" ay minsan nakakaramdam o nakakakita pero bakit ako ay hindi na? Ibig kong sabihin ay kung wala silang third eye talaga bakit minsan ay nakakakita sila pero ako ay totally wala na? Something may protection ba na nilagay sakin?

One more thing, bakit wala akong maalala sa childhood ko? (during open ng third eye ko) siguro ang pinalatest na memory ko ay 6 years old. 6 years old pababa ay talagang wala. Yung 6years old na yan ay hindi pa buo kundi parang flash flash lang din sa isip ko.

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may business kase akong makeup may buyer nag chat saken para bumili sakem ng makeup tapos nag send ako qr ng bank account ko tas diko naman alam mag black out yung baranggay namin ng 1 day 😭 tapos lowbat pa ako non tas diko alam nakapag send na pala sya ng payment so di ako nakapag online ng 1 day kase black out.. pagka online ko ngayon messege nya saken scammer daw ako di na ko nag reply tapos sabe nya saken ipapa barang nya ako 😭 di nya alam black out pala kuryente , totoo bang pwede ako ma barang nya? using my numbers , pictures ko in fb? 😭 nag ooverthink lang po , diko na din sya ma hanap blinock din mya ako

Ask ko lang ano yung safest ritual for us na mag partner? Parati kami nag aaway D magkasundo. Ayoko na rin ng ganto but may anak kasi kami. I just want peace na din. Kakaurat na. Pag magkasama naman kami, okay naman kami 🥲

My Mum is from Bohol and my Tio told us some stories about Cacao and the Ship of the Unknown in Bohol.

There was this ship that passed through a river in Inabanga and the Bridge always collapsed every time this ship passed through, so the municipality decided to lift the bridge even higher so it wouldn’t collapse when this ship passed again at night.

This ship is full of cacao with bright golden lights and delivers to Europe.

The company in Europe that receives the Cacao went to Macaban, Inabanga Bohol to visit and, surprisingly, the address they were given in Inabanga, Bohol, is a Cave.

Ikaw? Anong kwentong bayan ninyu?

Everytime uuwe ako, umaamoy ng Eucalyptus or similar to Pau Liniment(parang Effiacascent oil). This bldg has been here since late 1950's to early 60's.

Minsan, nakaidlip ako ako cubicle ko, parang may naglalakad ng mabigat(yung yabag, parang galit) at may times, biglang lalamig suddenly.

For Those with 3rd eye, what are your observations based on this photo?

anyone who has personal knowledge or experience especially yung mga 90’s episodes? Or baka meron dito mga dating staff ng MGB who can share?

I am working on my faith. Pero since COVID nagkasunod sunod ang series of unfortunate events and I want to be saved. I am medicating for physical/mental issues, working on spirituak health. But I want also guide from a LGIT healer, psychic, and similar people. Please lang hope walang scammantala but let me know if sino at saan ang paramg may maga dang epekto na experience kayo or sa inyo legit, yung mga nasa itim na gamit sa phone ba na nag video sapi ay legit? Hope makahingi ng directio sa may experience na workibg or consulting healers.

It was posited on her interview with Ms. Kring that the PG is the center of human consciousness. How true is this claim?

She was also convinced that flouride in toothpaste and water is a gigantic political move to suppress the PG and keep that hidden part of human consciousness untapped and unaccessed for most of the people. How true?

I would love to read your thoughts on this. The goal is always to expand the human thinking, hence, I am very receptive to ideas.

Thank you.

Naalala ko yong Undin 😆

hello! not sure if this counts as horror. pero supernatural-ish kasi ang dating sakin ng nga concepts ng usog & tawas.

may twitter thread akong nakita recently talking about their experience sa usog and tawas. ang usog medyo naiintindihan ko pa. but im finding it difficult to understand and imagine yung tawas.

gusto ko lang maintindihan pa silang dalawa haha ang usog ba is it similar to bisaya concept of “buyag”? wont mind if yall could share ur experiences din. :)

I am not sure, pero alam ko or nalalaman kong may mamatay sa lugar namin. Lagi ako nakakaamoy ng weir scents. Tas biglang out of nowhere nabubulalas kong “may mamatay na naman. sino kaya ito”. Minsan alam ko kung sino kasi nagpaparamdam talaga sila lalo kung malalapit na kamag-anak. Tas ang hirap pa rito samin kasi pag may isang namatay, madalas na sunod-sunod yan. Days lang pagitan. Di ko alam sino need ng cleansing para rito.

I have a sort of family friend, i’ve known him for a while. He honestly seemed like a good guy until he got together with his ex right after his previous wife died.

His previous wife died of cancer, she (allegedly) refused to get treatment until it was too late (but I speculate that the guy actually left her to suffer because he didn’t make an effort while she was in critical condition) it didn’t take long for this woman to suddenly pop up in his life.

This woman (I think?) is a childhood sweetheart of his. Ever since they got back together, he has been posting weird pictures with captions like “i’m glad we found our way back to each other” and such. His odd behavior even freaked out my mother, who is a close friend of his. Keep in mind he has 2 children, one 25 and the other 17. Since he got back with this woman, all of his earnings are usually now being spent on her. I learned from my mother that the older one did not take his board exam this year because the man refused to pay for the review centers and the actual test fee itself.

The older one put his career on hold in order to work at a call center to earn money in order to support ALL of the fees his little brother needs including school fees and other miscellaneous. I found it strange why he wouldn’t pay mind to the needs of his children and go out of his way to spend most of his money on a woman that is not even the biological parent of his two sons.

Am I overthinking it? Or could it truly be gayuma??

The unexplainable unexpected deaths, Somehow I genuinely think I am responsible of these tragedies.

I don't think the vaccine have something to do with it.. Ako ang reason bakit may bigla biglang nalalagasan ng mga mahal nila sa buhay

the deaths of the people I never met on my newsfeed, they're all tied to me, I saw the pattern.