Story 3: This story is set in the Philippines, where I’ve heard many stories from my relatives about paranormal things happening in the house we stayed at. This is something that I’ve experienced myself. This happened in the second story living room. This living room was huge! Tall ceiling and about 20ft x 45ft worth of room. It was during Christmas time and we had a tree setup in the middle of the room towards the north side. A large jesus table on the east side positioned north south. There was a television setup on the west side, with a large green velvet couch about 15ft in front of the tv and another couch setup sideways to the tv, but backed up against a sliding door to the balcony. There was enough room for someone to walk behind the couch to get to open the screen doors to the balcony.
Anyway, my Filipino cousins (I’m half Filipino) and I were gathered around the tv. Some of them on the floor, one on the back couch, and me on the couch by the sliding door. We were all watching either a game show or something overly bubbly. At this time, it was getting late for us. Maybe 10pm or so? Here’s where the realest shit goes down.
I’m sitting on the couch with my legs up and one knee up. Remote is dangling on the backrest edge to my right and I hear it drop behind me. So little me, being the ninja i am, slides over the top of the couch on my back! Like a bridge stretch for your back. With my face pressed up against the glass, I grab the remote and from the corner of my eye I see a little girl with black fucking hair! Se had a white dress on and was looking down so I couldn’t see her face. She was in a crawling position, backing up like she had been caught and trying to escape. She was backing up towards the middle of the room towards the Christmas tree. I was still upside down at this point and when I managed to look over at her, she disappeared! I scuttled right back up and jumped. All my cousins looked at me like “wtf?!”
I then explained to them what I saw and they started basically shaking their fingers pointing at me, as if they know that I must’ve done something to see something. They were smiling though, as if its a normal thing.
To this day, I still think that they were just messing with me with the whole “you got in trouble with the supernatural” but I know what I saw. I was always scared shitless whenever I was in the Philippines. Especially that house. In the area we lived in, “betis”, this house was like a mansion. It was opposite some basketball courts in case anyone knows betis. Anyway, if anyone ever goes to the Philippines, ask the locals for some supernatural stories ;) I’d imagine everyone there has experienced something, as all my Filipino relatives have, including our maids. One maid ran away once because of an encounter. She came back, and I’ve met her before and she hates talking about it.
My grandfather passed away just a few weeks after I was born. Never met the guy, never knew what he looked like. When I was 5 years old, I started to see this man in our rocking chair. I called him the rocking chair man. My parents thought it was that “imaginary friend” stage, but it started to bug them when I told them every single day.
They finally questioned me about it. I told them every detail I could remember and finally they showed me a picture of a man.
It was my grandfather.
To this day, I’m 22 now, every time I dream, he is in the background somewhere. I remember when I dreamed about my high school graduation and I looked in the stands and I saw him with my parents. I like to think that he’s just watching out for me and being there when he’s not really there.