Growing up as a renowned "albularyo" (quack doctor's) granddaughter, I grew up believing and hearing a bunch of stories about the paranormal. My first story happened when I was twelve years old. It was two days before New Year and I was glad because one of my cousins decided to stay with us for the holidays. In our subdivision, all block houses are lined in a two-story duplex.
It was a cold afternoon, the rain had just started pouring so my cousin, my sister, and I decided to go upstairs in our room and play while we wait for the rain to pass. The interior of our house on the second floor was mostly made of wood so you can easily hear the noises from upstairs. As kids, we love to play make-believe and we ran and jumped on the bed as we enjoyed ourselves. For us, it was a normal holiday and we were having the time of our lives before the year ends. From downstairs, I could hear my mom yelling for us to tone down our voices since it was mid-afternoon and a lot of people were taking a nap. She even went far to teasing us that a ghost will keep our mouths shut if we don't behave. But we didn't stop. We were having so much fun.
Then we heard a knock at the door. Three slow taps on wood.
The three of us looked at each other and then we giggled. I called out, sarcastically, "Who's there?". Silence. I bolted towards the door, my sister and my cousin following behind me. I opened the door and there stood a man. He was wearing a camisole and beach shorts. However, his head was bent down and a dirty white bath towel was covering his whole face. All three of us laughed at the apparition standing before us knowing it was my dad playing pranks on us. We closed the door playfully and we went back to our game. Then came the second knock but this time, we were ready for it. All three of us rushed towards the door. But when I opened it, no one was there. I looked at the corridor to find it empty and the towels were all in place by the rack. I looked back at my sister and my cousin's puzzled expressions. But we all decided to shrug it off and go back and play.
The afternoon went on normally and all three of us decided to join my parents at the balcony. However, upon seeing my dad, I saw that he was wearing a different camisole. So I went over to him and asked him if he changed his top. His eyebrows furrowed, "No. I was wearing the same top since this morning? Why did you ask?" My heart sank. "Stop joking, dad. I know you were playing tricks on us earlier to stop us from being noisy upstairs." Confused, he looked at my mom. At this moment, my sister and cousin were listening to our conversation. "What are you talking about? I was downstairs all afternoon with your mom."
All three of us looked at each other. Who was that person we saw outside our room? Was I imagining things? If I was, then my sister and cousin would not have seen it too. What if I reached out and pulled the towel off its head? Would I have seen something I should not have seen?
From that afternoon, until the holidays ended I knew for sure that we never made so much noise when we play in the bedroom.
A/N: Our house was exhumed a few years ago by my uncle. He brought a lot of his friends with him to cleanse the house and we have discovered that there were a lot of "entities" living with us in the house. They said they love to be there because the house was so breezy and light. Some of which were a sad white lady that was staying at the master's bedroom (this is why you will get lucid dreams whenever you sleep there alone), a big creature with a very large jaw living at the bottom of our house, "dwendes" or dwarves playing around, and worse was the horned creature lurking at the upstairs comfort room. And this is why whenever my mom changes the light bulb there, for no reason it would always turn itself off.
Update: Our house when my family moved out today (October 31, 2018)
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