In my long years of doing tarot reading, I remember this one client just because of the weight of actions she had done, and it probably also took a toll on her.

This was 2023, when I was doing everyday reading. Someone messaged me in fb, saying she wanted to meet me and schedule for a full tarot reading.

I remember this girl. I met her tons of times in a convention saying if she can avail my tarot reading services daw but instead na siya ang basahan ko, it's a "friend" of hers na nahihiya lang daw magsabi sa akin personally. So she's doing it for proxy. But it was already late that time and gutom na gutom na ako, gusto ko nang mag samgyup. So I said, next time, or message me nalang sa fb ko.

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After a few months, ayun nga, nagmessage siya and she said the same thing. Friend niya daw sana magpapabasa pero nahihiya. Tbh, this is going to be hard since the intentions, thoughts and emanations that are placed by the person in the cards, should be the same person being read. But I did not think too much of it and told her that as long as she knows the intention of her friend, then sure.

We met at the nearest cafe I can find, and then we started to do the reading. Conservative niya manamit. Parang mga kapanahunan pa ni Manang Biday (Ilocano Song character), yun bang parang stuck in the 1970s pa.

I did what I always do. Sa panahon na to, I was still into western esotericism, so my method is different now. Anyways, ayun nga, I first prayed in latin to the cards, and then let her touch it, and then did another latin prayer. A long one. And then, told her to put all the intentions in the cards, her questions and visualize her friend who's about to get read. Lastly, after whispering a phrase on my trespiko roma amulet, we started the reading. (If you are curious what I whispered on my amulet, it's: ARAM ACDAM ACSADAM, AYUDA ME. Revela mihi intentionem desiderii huius mulieris.)

She said she wanted to know what will happen to her friend's life. Ano daw ba mangyayari sa friend niya na maganda, mamalasin daw ba, etc. The first few cards were good. Reversed Five of Pentacles. Meaning, new life, new job. End of suffering in financial ruins or struggles. Same goes, reversed The Tower and Reversed na Death. Meaning it has to do with new beginnings, if there are losses then things would go well. However, for a friend, I was kinda wondering why she didn't seem to be happy for her friend. All the cards were good, except, the last two cards were reversed Judgement and upright The Devil.

I gave her the guides for her friend, some financial advise, mga kelangan iwasan and her alignment depending sa full bday niya and sign. She even recorded the whole session on voice para iparinig daw sa friend niya.

THIS is where my mistake happened. I forgot to remove all the cards in the table and call of nature happened. Sabi ko, CR lang ako. She nodded and while I was at the CR, it seems hinawakan niya yung cards. I had a bad feeling and going back to our corner, I was right. hinawakan niya nga ang cards at binaliktad yung mga positive cards. I was about to say bawal hawakan but I was too late. She already flipped the cards over.

"Gaganda pala nitong mga braha mo ano. Balita ko mahal ang mga 'to", sabi nalang niya tapos pasimpleng ngiti.

I collected the cards and placed them in the box.

After awhile, she excused herself and said she has to go back home kasi baka magalit na daw ang mama niya. She gave me her payment and nauna nang umalis. I did not take any danger out of it at first but I held my amulet again and whispered another phrase.

A few weeks passed and curiosity got to me. Sino ba yung pinababasahan niya? She told me the name so it took me awhile to actually find the person kasi I guessed the possible spellings nung name at apelyido. Fortunately I saw na mutual niya nga itong client ko. Hindi ko kasi makita friends ng client ko na to so I had to guess.

May public post yung babae and when I read it, as if something crawled on my skin. Namatay daw ang baby niya na 5 months old. Hindi inispecify nung girl ano ikinamatay but she said the child battled well. So perhaps a sickness.

Nawalan din siya ng trabaho lately at yung asawa niya, natanggal din sa trabaho at naging driver nalang ng pampasaherong jeep. Dati palang vegetable dealing driver ang asawa niya (which pays x2 specially sa mga areas na malalayo).

That is when I realized the truth - yung nagpabasa sa akin WAS NOT A FRIEND of this woman. She's actually THE ENEMY. She intentionally flipped the cards over because she wants to change the reading and revelations. Either way kahit hindi ako nagCR gagawin niya parin yun!

This is something that most new tarot readings do not know. When the person being read flips over the cards, something happens. Same also na hindi mo pwedeng ipareveal or ipabasa sa cards ang sarili mo not unless just a guide. Kasi kung ginawa mo parin yung full ritual, latin prayers and all that tapos ikaw mismo ang babasahan mo, it's not going to work. Minsan, it might cause bad implications too. You may think I am making this up, but in cartomancy, flipping the cards over disrupts the intended flow of energy, introduces a subconscious denial of difficult truths, and disrupts the reader's role in interpreting the spread. The orientation of a card represents a specific energetic state. To ensure the integrity of the reading, it is the reader's job to translate that energy rather than allowing the seeker to alter it manually.

I know, kapabayaan ko yun. Because I trusted this person and also because I thought she is a friend and won't touch the cards. Wala kasi sa hitsura ang pakialamera e.

I tried to contact my client but right after she saw my message a day after, naka block na ako.

To correct what happened, I contacted the woman and told her that I saw her post via a friend who is concerned (kahit na wala nun) and told her to meet me, free of charge ako rin may treat, so I can advise her what to do in life. She said she's happy kasi someone is concerned of her and especially sa pinagdadaanan niya ngayon na nagkakasabay ang mga malas. (Then I remembered that her enemy flipped over the Five of Pentacles, Death and Tower).

I did her a reading and this time, after the reading, I told her to do a few things for me, a ritual, and follow specific steps.

A few months passed and she was able to get a job, her husband nakahanap din ng new job sa LGU. They also had a new baby na a year later.

As for the enemy?

I asked a friend to research and see what she is doing now. Social media is power. Nalaman namin agad what happened to her due to the friends of hers tagging her, some old posts, etc.

Her mother died of heart attack. Apparently, her father is cheating on his wife, at sumakabilang bahay na. Nang malaman na iniwan na sila, inatake.

The enemy girl went back to their province in La Union and her last post was around 2024 pa, naka public. Living with her grandparents ata sa mother side.

Buti nalang hindi ko malayong pinsan yung enemy girl. Kasi halos magkalapit lang sa area nila yung area ng yumaong lolo ko sa LU.

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Ito yung isa sa mga episodes na until now tandang tanda ko. Noong bata pa kaming magkakapatid ito yung talagang kinatakutan namin na episode bukod sa Ceres Bus atbp.

Ngayon, mabuti at pwede nang balikan ang mga old MGB videos, parang tunay na tao talaga yung dumaan eh. If enhanced with AI, tao talaga, may hilatsa ng mukha at anino. Ang sabi ng mga paranormal researchers, ang tunay na multo walang anino at hindi mo makikitang kompleto ang katawan. Madalas, may parteng nagpe-fade, either upper or lower, hindi nakasayad ang paa sa lupa at mas lalong hindi makakatakbo nang tulad daw ng ganyan.

Magkagayunman, still, isa ito sa best Halloween episode ng MGB.

* Pasensya sa typos

since hindi pa rin ako makatulog, share ko lang ’to. isang dekada na ang lumipas pero hanggang ngayon hindi ko pa rin siya makalimutan. habang tina-type ko ’to, kinikilabutan pa rin ako. hindi ako naniniwala sa kapre, multo, o kung ano mang elemento. i’m a very skeptical person. pero hanggang ngayon wala pa rin akong mahanap na explanation sa nangyari.

so ito na nga. may crush ako dati, kapitbahay lang namin. pangalan niya kevin. sobrang type ko siya noon, as in. mabango kasi siya tapos ang pogi niya. around 2015 or 2016 yata ’to. medyo malayo bahay nila sa amin pero nakakalaro ko siya minsan. although alam kong malabong magustuhan niya ako noon kasi dugyutin talaga akong bata. HAHAHA sobrang baliw ko sa kanya to the point na bago ako matulog ini-imagine ko pa na katabi ko siya. yung bahay kasi namin dati, paglabas mo ng pinto may malaking puno agad. aratilis yata ’yon. matagal na talaga ’yung puno na ’yon at lagi kong naririnig sa mga kapitbahay na iba raw talaga yung pakiramdam nila tuwing napapadaan doon. kami lang din kasi yung bahay na may malaking puno mismo sa harap dahil malawak yung lupa namin. kumbaga, pag naghuhugas ka ng plato at binuksan mo yung pinto, ilang hakbang lang, puno na agad makikita mo.

isang gabi, around 8:30 pm, naghuhugas ako ng plato. nasa loob ng bahay silang lahat. habang naghuhugas ako, may narinig akong sumitsit. napalingon ako. tangina. si kevin mismo yung nakita ko. nakatayo siya sa tabi ng puno.

sobrang nagulat ako kasi una sa lahat, hindi niya alam kung saan bahay namin. kaya lalo akong nagtaka kung bakit nandun siya. instinct ko agad sinabi ko, “hala, bakit ka andito?” nakangiti lang siya sakin. hindi siya nagsasalita. nakatingin lang. biglang lumakas yung hangin. as in sobrang lakas. pagyuko ko ulit para kunin yung plato, tapos pagtingin ko… wala na siya.

doon talaga ako kinilabutan. tumakbo ako paloob ng bahay kasi sobrang weird ng pakiramdam. alam mo yung feeling na may mali pero hindi mo ma-explain. kinuwento ko ’yon sa pamilya ko pero syempre walang naniwala. lumipas yung mga taon, pinutol din ni papa yung puno na ’yon para tayuan ng bahay. doon siya tumira. after nun, sunod sunod na yung mga hindi magandang nangyari sa bahay na ’yon. puro kamalasan. umabot sa point na pina-rent na lang din namin at hanggang ngayon hindi na talaga ako pumapasok doon. hanggang ngayon iniisip ko pa rin kung ano ba talaga yung nakita ko noong gabing ’yon. coincidence lang ba? imagination? o may iba talagang nangyari? hanggang ngayon wala pa rin akong sagot.

Hello! Sorry, hindi ko alam kung anong flair ang gagamitin. Medyo magulo ako magkwento so bear with me. Totoo kaya yung sinasabi nilang kapag hindi natapos ang Spirit of the Glass eh kakapitan ka ng spirit na nagparamdam sa inyo?

It all started nung Grade 3 pa ako. SHS na ako ngayon, but it still bothers me. Yung school namin is very old na. Alam niyo yung Gabaldon building? Meron kami niyan. Simula nung Grade 1 ako, every year may sinasapian diyan. Umaabot sa amin yung balita at pinagdadasal kami. Ang sabi, infested daw ng tatlong demonic entities ang building na yun kaya buwan-buwan, dinadasalan.

Nung Grade 3 kami, siyempre mga pilyo sinubukan namin mag SOTG. Saturday nun, walang tao sa Gabaldon kaya naisipan naming doon gawin. Since wala pa yung trainer namin for journalism, pumunta kami at pumwesto sa sinasabi nilang pinakaspot ng mga sanib. Nung simula, okay naman ang laro. Tinatanong namin kung may spirit ba, and nagmomove talaga. Ang naalala lang namin na isa sa mga tinanong namin sa kanya kung babae ba siya, sabi niya oo. Hindi na namin natapos kasi biglang nagbagsakan ang mga gamit sa loob ng room like libro sa shelf, yung mga gamit sa mesa, frames at nagsitakbuhan na kami.

Nung Grade 4 kami, last documented na sanib nun kasi after nun, nasira na ang building dahil sa lindol. Akala namin okay na kasi first time nung Grade 5 kami na walang binalitang sanib. Nung nag Grade 6 na kami, graduating, bumalik lahat ang mga kababalaghan sa batch namin. Yung building namin sa Grade 6, separate. Parang one building tapos 3 classrooms kami and nasa gitna ang room namin.

Nagsimula ang kababalaghan sa left room. Twice ang incident kasi yung isa sa batchmates namin, dumaan sa hallway ng building. Pagdating niya sa left room, sumilip siya sa bintana at may nakita siya nakalutang na babaeng naka white dress at naka belo kaya kumaripas siya ng takbo. Kinabukasan, nagulantang ang buong batch namin kasi sa mismong doorway ng left classroom, may nakasulat na "Help Me Student" at ayaw mabura. Tinatry nilang burahin, pero ayaw talaga. Hindi floor wax, hindi paint, tapos may mga tulo ng pulang likido na ginamit pansulat papunta sa likod ng building hanggang sa nawala na ang trail.

Second incident, sa right room days after the first incident. May puno kasi na malaki sa likod medyo luma na rin. Nung time na yun, malapit na magdilim dahil last period na. Yung another batchmate namin, may nakita siyang naka white dress na nasa puno. Same lang doon sa nagpakita sa kabilang room.

Third incident, nasa event hall kami. Yung hall namin nasa tapat lang ng building namin so makikita namin yung classrooms namin. May mga classmates kaming naiwan sa room kasi non Catholics and baccalaureate practice namin nun. Habang nagpapractice kami, yung BFF ko lumingon sa bintana at nakitang nag oopen and close ang glass windows kahit di naman kalakasan ang hangin. Meanwhile, POV naman sa loob ng classroom namin ay nagpapanic at nagkakagulo na pala sila dahil ayaw mabuksan ang door. May mga kalabog kasi sa CR kahit walang tao. Nakita nilang may ibang nakatambay sa labas ng hallway ng room kaya magpapatulong sana silang buksan, pero nung tinanong nila pagkatapos ng incident, hindi naman daw narinig ang sigaw ng mga classmates namin sa loob ng room.

Last incident, pero bago yan, napanaginipan ko yung BFF ko na naka itim and siya lang ang naka itim. Kinabukasan, nalaman ko na lang na absent siya dahil feeling niya raw ang taas daw ng lagnat niya pero nung hinawakan siya ng ate niya, mukhang okay naman. Hindi ko alam kung anong significance niya sa buong story, actually. Anyway, on the day of the last incident, naglilinis ang lahat. May ibang nasa room lang may pinapanood. Yung iba nasa likod. Habang nagtatanggal kami ng mga tumutubong damo sa likod, may nahablot yung isang classmate namin na parang puting tela. Parang may texture na kadalasan sa mga dress or belo. Nagpanic ang lahat kaya bumalik sa room at nagrosary. Malala eh wala pa yung adviser namin.

Pagkatapos ng prayer, balik na sa kani-kanilang pwesto. Yung mga lalaki eh may pinanonood at yung isang classmate namin, nakatayo sa may mirror malapit sa CR at umiiyak habang may tinuturo sa taas ng classmates namin na lalaki. Ang sabi niya, may nakalutang daw na babae sa ibabaw nila, naka white dress at belo rin. Nagpanic agad lahat kaya nung dumating adviser namin, nagsuspend muna ng class at kumuha ng pari para magpabendisyon sa building namin. Kinakausap pa niya na sana wag na manggambala. At nag goodbye na rin kami once and for all. Simula nun, nawala na talaga ang pagpaparamdam at di na kami ginagambala

Minsan napapaisip ako kung siya rin kaya yung nagparamdam sa amin nung Grade 3 kami na nag-SOTG. Baka kumapit at sinundan kami.

This happened to me back in March. For a bit of context, I was in my last year of nursing, and before we graduated, we had to complete our final Community Health Nursing duty, which lasted for a month.

So, we are formed of 3 groups consist of 11 members each bale 33 members kami na dineploy sa isang remote area dito sa isang probinsiya. like literal na puro bukid at palayan ang madadaanan mo before makarating sa lugar kung saan talaga kami mag duduty.

Hindi naman talaga literal na full one month kami nag stay kase we are allowed naman na umuwi during weekends pero tig 1 day lang like half samin uuwi ng Saturday at babalik din agad sa Sunday kase yung other half naman ang uuwi at babalik kinabukasan ng Monday, para meron pa din maiiwan sa community at gumawa ng mga paperworks namin. But in my case since malayo talaga ang lugar ko, i decided na hindi na umuwi althroughout my community health nursing duty since ang mahal na din nga ng pamasahe at that time at hassle din ang byahe kase aabutin ng mga 4-5 hours ang byahe ko.

The illustration below ay ang pinag stayan namin for the whole month also imagine nalang na whole box yan kaya lahat ng buildings ay nasa loob talaga ng covered court:

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│ COVERED COURT

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[ DAY CARE CENTER ] [ STAGE ] [BRGY. HALL]

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│ [ BRGY. HEALTH CENTER]

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We are required to stay in a place na accessible and available kami for the community most of the time, also for safety na din para madali kami mahanap at ma identify. Kaya ang choice lang namin na pag tutulugan ay Day Care Center, Brgy. Health Center at Brgy. Hall. So ang pinili ng aming group ay Day Care Center pero may kasama rin kaming hindi namin ka group since medyo maluwag naman siya kahit na kami pa nag linis at nag floorwax before namin siya malagyan nga mga gamit at matulugan which is okay lang naman kase kasama na din yun sa experience namin.

Unfortunately, isa lang ang ang CR namin. so imagine 33 kaming students tapos 1 lang ang may CR na may toilet bowl at paliguan. So ayun na nga nag karoon kami ng rotation per group at rules na 5 mins lang ang pag ligo at pwede sumingit sa pila ang mga najejebs since hindi naman napipigilan yun at need mag sabi if isasabay ang pag jebs sa pag ligo kase baka magalit at mainis ang nakasunod sa pila.

Fast forward, It was already the second week of our stay sa community and naka adjust naman na kahit papano at andami naming ganap na for the community neto kaya madalas mga puyat na kami neto. For context pala, napapalibutan ng palayan ang buong covered court at mga 3-4 meters away yung kasunod na bahay sa Brgy. Hall na area kung saan nakapwesto ang CR namin. So bale yung likod ng CR namin ay malawak na palayan at pag sa gabi, talagang madilim sya at medyo creepy.

I don't know if ako lang pero i have this ability simula ng bata pa ako, na kapag sinabi ko sa sarili ko na need ko magising ng ganitong oras like 3 am or 4 am, magigising talaga ako kahit walang alarm clock. proven and tested ko na talaga to. since nga, halos dikit kaming 15 na girls sa lapag sa Day Care Center kapag natutulog, nakakahiya at also considerasyon nalang din sa kanila if mag seset pa ako ng alarm at ayoko talaga maka istorbo sa kanila kaya hindi na ako nag alarm nung time na yun kaya sabi ko sa sarili ko need ko magising ng 4 am kase kailangan ko na maglaba kase paubos na mga damit ko nun.

Sa kalagitnaan ng aking mahimbing na tulog bigla akong nagising and when i checked my phone, it was 3:58 AM. Then, I remember na need ko pala maglaba nun. So, dahan dahan akong bumangon para hindi magising mga ka group ko at kinuha mga damitan ko at mga gagamitin ko sa paglaba.

Paglabas ko ng Daycare Center, ang tahimik at puro kuliglig lang talaga ang maririnig sa paligid. Habang nga naglalakad ako papuntang Brgy. Hall, biglang may umihip na hangin sa balat ko at ewan ko ba nun bigla talaga akong nakaramdam ng kilabot at nagtaasan na lang bigla mga balahibo ko sa braso, naalala ko na naman tuloy yung bilin ng Lola ko na mag iingat daw ako lalo na't dayo lang daw kami sa lugar na pag dudutyhan namin, ang mga tulad daw namin ang madaling lapitan ng nga kababalaghan at paglaruan ng mga elemento.

Nasa kalagitnaan na nga ako ng paglalaba sa CR nun ng makarinig ako ng mga parang mga maliit na bato na binabato sa bubong, napasabi nga ako nun sa sarili ko na "mayda nagbaba-lo" ginagamit ang term na "nagbaba-lo" kapag may namamato sayo pero alam mong hindi tao yun, pwedeng elemento yun na nilalaro ka at gusto lang makuha ang atensyon mo. around 4 am na nun kaya imposibleng tao yun. Nakaramdam na ako ng kaba nun kaya medyo binilisan ko na din ang pagkukusot sa mga damit ko.

Pagkaraan lang nga ng ilang minuto, isang nakakakilabot na boses ang parang bumulong sakin. isang malalim na boses at ang sabi nya saken "Hello!". grabe na talaga yung kaba ko nun talagang nag taasan na mga balahibo ko sa leeg. napamura na ako nun kase hindi pa ako tapos mag laba nun kaya mas binilisan ko na nalang, legit na paiyak na ako nun. Mga 5 minutes lang siguro, tinapos ko na agad yung paglalaba ko at dali dali ko ng binanlawan at sinampay. Yun na ata ang pinakamabilis kong paglalaba.

Lakad takbo yung ginawa ko pabalik sa day care center kung saan mahimbing pa natutulog mga ka group ko, dahil na din siguro sa takot at kaba, nakatulog ako agad. Naulit pa ng mga 2 beses ang pag "Hello" ng misteryosong boses na yun sakin sa CR habang naglalaba ako at every 4 am talaga sya nagpaparamdam. Nilalakasan ko nalang loob ko everytime naririnig ko sya kase wala akong choice kase wala akong susuotin if hindi ako maglaba. Never ko tong na kwento kahit sino sa mga ka group ko kase ayaw ko din sila matakot at ayaw ko din i-acknowledge ang presence ng kung ano man yun na nagpaparamdam sakin nung time na yun.

This was happend nung 10 years old ako and it was a day after my Lola got buried. Ewan ko kung anong amats ko nung araw na yun at naisipan ko gumising ng 4 am at gumawa ng assignment sa sala namin dun mismo sa area kung saan din nakalagay at naka pwesto yung kabaong ng lola ko nung 1 week sya pinaglamayan.

Naglatag lang ako ng banig nun sa sahig ng sala namin at nilabas mga notebook ko, nang bigla akong may mahagip na anino sa peripheral vision ko at syempre as bata noon, ipinagsawalang bahala ko nalang kase akala ko hangin lang. Nung nakapwesto na ako at handa na mag start mag sagot ng assignments ko nung bigla meron akong narinig na kalabog nun. Symepre na curious ako agad nun kase ang alam ko ako palang ang gising sa bahay nun. Sinundan ko yung ingay at napatingin ako sa hallway namin na sobrang dilim. Sa dulo ng hallway namin ay bago ka gumawi ng cr namin ay may isang kwartong nakapwesto dun which is katabi lang ng kwarto ko pero medyo may distansya naman ng isang metro.

Sa kwartong yun nag lagi ang Lola ko lalo na nung naging bedridden na sya at ang mama ko ang nag alaga sa kanya hanggang sa kanyang huling hininga. Hindi ko actually alam ko anong exact na diagnosis o sakit ng Lola ko na pwedeng maging sanhi ng pagkamatay nya. Basta nagising ako ng almost 5 am nun na ang daming tao na sa bahay specifically sa kwarto ni Lola at dinig na dinig sa buong bahay yung iyak ng mama ko habang yakap yakap ang malamig na katawan ng Lola ko. Oo, namatay sya habang natutulog ng mahimbing sa kwarto na iyon.

Doon sa mismong kwartong yun ko narinig ang ingay. Ewan ko ba nun basta grabe yung kaba na narardaman ko nun at pinagpapawisan na ako ng malala nun pero mas nanaig pa din yung kuryusidad ko na malaman kung ano ba yung sanhi ng ingay na yun. Dahan dahan na nga akong lumapit at naglakad papunta sa kwarto at nung nasa tapat na mismo ako nung pintong yun, biglang gumalaw ang door knob ng kwarto yung pag galaw at pag ikot ng door knob ay parang yung may gustong gusto lumabas sa pinto like pilit talagang pinipihit yung doorknob. Takot na takot na ako nun yung tipong maiiyak at maiihi na ako sa takot at dali dali na akong tumakbo sa kwarto ko at nag lock ng pinto at nag talukbong ng kumot.

Hindi ko na nga natapos assignments ko at dahil siguro sa takot, nakatulog na ako ng tuluyan.

Years laters ko na nga ito nakwento sa pamilya ko at medyo natatawa pa nga sila kase ang weird ko daw at bat naisipan ko mag gawa ng assignment ng 4 am at sa sala pa daw talaga kase may kwarto naman daw ako nun. Up until today, hindi pa rin ako sigurado kung ano at sino ba yung pilit na pinipihit ang doorknob na yun kase ang alam ko off limits at pinagbabawal na may pumasok sa kwartong iyon simula nung doon binawian ng buhay ang Lola ko.

The First Day of Kindergarten

This happened to me on my very first day of kindergarten. At first, it seemed like just a normal, happy day—excited to finally go to school, I could feel my heart beating fast with joy at the thought of meeting new friends. It was early morning, and I was only four or five years old back then. When I woke up, I ate my breakfast, took a bath, and got ready for school right away. Once I was prepared, Mama and I headed out; Papa and my little sibling were still fast asleep inside. Mama closed and locked the door behind us, and we started walking through the narrow alleyway—our home was deep inside a small compound back then.

We hadn’t walked very far from the house when I suddenly remembered I had left something important inside. “Mama, may nakalimutan po akong gamit sa loob, Pwede po bang humiram ng susi?”

She handed it to me and said, “Sige, bilisan mo ha.” Just then, Mama spotted a female friend of hers and stopped to chat for a while.

As I got closer to our house, I noticed two people walking toward me—like they were following or even chasing me. I had never seen them before in our compound, and I didn’t know who they were at all. One was a man, the other a woman. They looked like a couple: both wore plain white T‑shirts, black pants, and had the same light, almost blonde hair color. I didn’t notice if they had shoes on, but I remember clearly how matching their clothes were.

I kept walking, and before I knew it, the woman was right beside me. She suddenly reached out and took my hand. I was confused because I didn’t know her, so I looked up at her face and at the man walking nearby. She began to gently pull me toward our house. As I stared at them, I felt how cold and rough her hand was against mine. Their skin looked strange too—grayish with a faint purple tint, like they had on way too much heavy makeup. Their expressions were even more unsettling: they had a faint closed‑mouth smile, but their eyes were cold and empty, like a poker face that held something unkind.

I couldn’t pull my hand away no matter what I did. We walked straight toward the end of the alley, where the boarding house next to our home was being built that year. It was a dead end—there was nowhere else to go, no place to hide or slip past. The boarding house was still locked and empty, with no one living there yet. The two strangers kept walking straight ahead, and I found myself moving along with them, still unable to let go of the woman’s hand.

Just then, I heard Mama calling loudly from behind: “Clark! Bilisan mo na! Ma-lalate ka na—unang araw mo pa naman, tapos ma-lalate ka!”

I turned around and saw Mama standing there. “Anong ginagawa mo diyan sa tapat ng boarding house na naka-lock?” she asked.

I turned back to point at the two people. “May dalawang tao po diyan—lalaki at babae—hawak nila ako sa kamay kanina” I said. But when I looked back, they were gone. Mama looked all around and said, “Wala namang tao dyan ah .” To this day, I still wonder what exactly I saw that morning. I tried telling Mama about the two strangers later, but she just said, “Baka imahinasyon mo lang ‘yan. Hayaan mo na, bilisan na natin baka ma-late ka pa sa klase.”

Habang nakaidlip ako sa office, umidlip lang ako sa sobrang pagod pero outside/real world, may mga taong nasa paligid ko na pilit akong ginigising pero unfortunately, I passed away.

Natakot ako, kanina lang ito nangyari. Can soneone explain to me bakit ganito? Yung tipong nasa Insidous ka.

Nangyari to monday night, mga 9pm na.

My husband was outside at kami lang nila Mama at si Baby na 5 months ang nasa bahay. Sila Mama at baby ay nasa 2nd floor at natutulog. While ako nasa baba pa at inaayos mga kalat. Malapit lang ako sa may hagdan kaya ramdam at makikita if may baba.

That time naramdaman ko na may nakatingin sakin kaya naman ng tumingin ako sa hagdan nakita ko yong lower body part ( shorts at legs) ni Mama na paakyat ng hagdan. So, nagtanong ako ng "Bakit ma?" di sumagot kaya umakyat din ako kaso ang bilis na nawala pero bumukas pinto ng master's bedroom kung saan kami natutulog ni Mama at Baby. Pag pasok ko nakaupo si mama kaya tinanong ko if bumaba ba sya ang sabi hindi daw. Mag-CR palang daw sya.

Kaya nakakapagtaka na sya yon dahil una, di naman sya natakbo ng walang yabag na maririnig at second, masakit tagiliran ni mama kaya for sure di yon makakatakbo.

Tumaas balahibo ko knowing na di sya yong nakita ko.

Anyway, pano ba mapapaalis yong mga mumu sa bahay?

Disclaimer, I'm not a religious guy.
I don't pray every day. I don't consider myself overly spiritual either. Pero ang weird lang... duwag akong tao hahaahah. Hindi ako comfy sa mga santo na sobrang lifelike. Hindi rin ako mahilig tumingin sa mga religious statues nang matagal. And for some reason, the idea of being alone inside a church late at night has always made me feel uneasy.

I know that lowkey sounds irrational. Then I watched the trailer for Rosario.

And ang funny lang kasi this was one of the beliefs that challenged our family.
Nung namatay yung tito ko around 2022, naging usapan sa fam namin mga gamit niya including his rosary. May mga tita at kamag-anak akong sobrang naniniwala na kailangan daw putulin. Yung iba naman, including kami ng mga kapatid at pinsan ko, hindi naman talaga naniniwala sa ganung pamahiin. Ang alam lang namin, rosary lang naman yun. Pero grabe yung naging argument. Hindi ko alam kung ano ba talaga yung tama. Hindi ko rin alam kung ano yung pinanggagalingan ng paniniwala nila. Ang naaalala ko lang, sobrang seryoso nila tungkol doon.

Eventually, lumipas na lang din..
After nun, life just... happened. Biglang nagkasakit yung isa kong lola, nagkaroon ng financial problems, tapos parang ang dami na ring nangyari after that. Hindi ko alam kung connected ba lahat ng yun. Honestly... I don't think anyone in our family does. Hindi ko rin alam kung natuloy ba talagang putulin yung rosary. Medyo bata pa kasi ako noon, and after some time, nobody really talked about it again. Awkward na rin kasi na pag-usapan pa. Baka nga coincidence lang lahat.

Siguro wala talagang kinalaman yung rosary. Or baka nakahanap lang talaga ako ng koneksyon dahil napanood ko yung trailer. Idk.
Tbh when i watched the trailer didn't really scare me because of the horror (well a bit hahahvsv). It scared me because it made me think for a while.
Ang dami nating pinaniniwalaan not because we chose to believe them—but because someone before us did. Mga bilin ni Lola, pamahiin, mga "bawal gawin."
Mga bagay na akala natin bahagi ng pananampalataya, only to find out later na minsan tradition lang pala. O minsan... wala ring makapagpaliwanag kung saan talaga nagsimula.

Ang creepy kaya sa totoong buhay lang. Not because I suddenly questioned my faith, but because I realized how rarely we question the things we've always trusted.
How many beliefs do we carry simply because they've always been there? How many objects do we treat as symbols of protection without ever asking why?
The scariest thing isn't believing in evil. It's realizing that some of the things we hold onto the longest... are the ones we've never really questioned.

Last thing.
I also remembered a conversation I had with my older cousin after all that happened. We were talking about where that belief even came from, tapos bigla niyang sinabi,
"Paano kung may ibang nakakatanggap ng dasal na hinihiling ni Tito sa rosaryo niya?" We both laughed after that..

After watching the trailer... hindi na siya ganun ka-funny pakinggan.
Curious lang naman mga bhie.

This happened just last week. (Long story ahead)

Galing kami sa hike sa Valencia, Bukidnon. May side trip pa kami sa Malaybalay kaya bandang 4:00 PM na kami nakabalik ng Valencia Terminal. Since ang tour organizers namin ay taga-General Santos, kailangan kong humiwalay sa grupo para sumakay ng van papuntang CDO.

Maulan nung araw na 'yon, malamig, at makapal ang fog. Buti na lang may paalis nang van pa-CDO. Pagod na pagod na rin ako dahil sa overnight camp at hike, kaya ang nasa isip ko na lang ay makauwi.
Puno na halos ang van kaya sa pinakadulong upuan ako napwesto—window seat sa driver's side. Katabi ko ang isang matandang lalaki. Bandang 5:30 PM kami umalis.

Habang bumibiyahe, okay naman lahat. Nag-scroll lang ako sa TikTok dahil may signal pa, at sobrang ganda talaga ng view ng Bukidnon. Dahil sa ulan at sa taas ng lugar, ang kapal ng fog kaya medyo eerie na rin ang atmosphere.

Pagdating namin sa may bandang Manolo Fortich, mas marami nang kurbada ang daan.
Mahilig akong sumilip sa bintana habang bumibiyahe. Sa isang saglit na paglingon ko, may napansin akong parang nakita akong isang tao (diko sure if tao sya) sa gilid ng kalsada. Lower body lang ang nakita ko. Parang 3FT lang ang tangkad, sobrang payat, at hindi ko talaga makita ang upper body o mukha niya. 5 seconds ko lang siyang nasilayan bago kami tuluyang makalampas.
Hindi ko na lang masyadong pinansin. Inisip ko baka pagod lang ako o may namalikmata dahil sa ulan at fog. Mga 20–25 minutes ang lumipas, may bababa sa van. Huminto kami sa pababang bahagi ng kalsada. Bumaba ang driver at nilagyan ng bato ang gulong. Maya-maya... Bigla na lang gumulong ang van. Nagsisigawan na lahat. Akala ko doon na matatapos ang lahat. Nag-freeze talaga ako. Hindi ako makasigaw. Ang naiisip ko lang ay baka bumangga kami o dumiretso sa bangin.
Buti na lang, mabilis na nakasakay ulit ang driver at na-control niya ang van bago pa lumala ang sitwasyon.

Sobrang tahimik ng katabi kong matandang lalaki habang halos lahat ng ibang pasahero—lalo na ang mga babae—ay nagsisigawan na sa takot.
May isang babae pa ngang tumalon palabas ng van dahil akala niya mahuhulog na kami. Pagkatapos nun, tumawag siya sa boyfriend niya para sunduin siya. Hindi na siya sumakay ulit.
Sabi rin niya, local siya sa Bukidnon at marami raw aksidenteng nangyayari sa parteng iyon ng kalsada.

Nag-sorry ang driver sa amin. Ayon sa kanya, nagtaka raw siya kung bakit nag malfunctioned ang handbrake, kahit okay naman daw ang preno.
Nagpahinga muna kami sandali bago itinuloy ang biyahe. Wala nang lumipat ng sasakyan. Tinuloy na lang naming lahat ang byahe pa-CDO.

Mga limang minuto matapos kaming umandar ulit, napalingon ako sa likod ng van. Dahil nasa pinakadulo ako, kitang-kita ko ang kalsadang iniwan namin. May nakita akong black na dog.
Nakatayo lang siya sa gitna ng daan, nakaharap sa direksyon namin, parang nakatingin lang habang papalayo ang van. Hanggang mawala na lang siya sa dilim.

Hindi ako naniniwala sa paranormal. Atheist ako, at lagi kong hinahanap ang logical na paliwanag sa mga bagay. Pero minsan, kapag naaalala ko yung silhouette na nakita ko bago nangyari ang insidente... at yung itim na aso pagkatapos naming makaligtas...
Hindi ko maiwasang magtanong.
Pagod lang ba talaga ako noon?
O may mga bagay talagang hindi pa natin kayang ipaliwanag?
Hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin alam ang sagot.

Lesson learned na rin ito para sa mga van driver: importante talagang mag-ingat at i-check nang maigi ang sasakyan bago pumarada, lalo na kung nasa pababang kalsada.

Medyo unpopular opinion din, pero sana kung sino man ang uupo sa front passenger seat ay marunong ding magmaneho. Hindi man nito mapipigilan ang lahat ng aksidente, pero kung may emergency at may taong malapit sa driver's seat na marunong mag-drive o magmaneuver ng sasakyan, baka makatulong kahit papaano sa sitwasyon.

Napaisip nga ako pagkatapos ng nangyari—how I wish ako na lang sana ang nasa harap, kasi mukhang na-trauma talaga yung girl na nakaupo roon.

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TITLE:The Walk Home in Silang

This all took place one midnight in Barangay Batas, Silang, Cavite, at my father’s family compound. We had just finished a gathering with my grandparents and relatives, and everyone was exhausted. The people with me that night were my Tito—who was born deaf—my little brother, and other family members. Tita’s car was already full, so the three of us decided to walk the short distance home. At first I felt lighthearted and relaxed, thinking it would just be a quiet, quick stroll. I had no idea this night would become something I still think about with unease.

The road was completely empty—no people, no passing vehicles, and most houses had their lights out. Only a few streetlamps cast faint pools of light on the pavement. To keep our spirits up, we teased each other, sneaking up to tap the other’s back and laughing as we jumped in surprise.

As we walked, we passed an old, abandoned house. My Tito pointed toward it, gesturing wildly. It took me a moment to understand what he meant: no one had lived there for years, and anyone who tried to stay would leave quickly—strange sounds echoed from inside, even when the place was empty. We brushed it off, too tired and ready for bed to think much more about it.

When we got closer to the old elementary school not far from our house, someone suggested we take a quick look at its shadowed side. It was pitch black there, and the streetlights didn’t reach this part of the path. As we stepped toward the school grounds, my Tito slowed down until I was walking ahead of them. We stopped at a broken section of the perimeter wall, wide enough for people to slip through.

I peeked inside. For a moment, I thought I saw someone standing there—tall, shaped like a person, moving with a strange, stiff glide, as if their body never shifted or swayed. They carried no flashlight; only two classrooms still had lights on, leaving the rest of the hallway swallowed in shadow. Then I turned back to check on my brother and Tito. When I looked again, the dark figure was gone. I told myself it was just the school guard, and hurried to catch up with them.

Once we got home, I asked my Lola if anyone was ever on duty that late at night. “Baka meron,” she said. But I pressed on—why would a guard have no light? Why move like a statue, wrapped in darkness like a living shadow? “Pinapaniwala mo lang ang sarili mo kasi gumagala ka nang gabi,” she said gently. But I knew what I’d seen. I’d stared hard, even blinked to clear my eyes, and it had stayed there until I looked away for just a second. “Tama na ‘yan,” she told me. “Lalo ka lang matatakot dyan.”

Later, as I washed up, the image kept playing in my head. What had I seen? Eventually, I fell asleep, and the next day my parents picked my brother and me up to head back to Dasmariñas.

By the time we got home, it was already 11 PM. Mama and Papa stepped out to buy some drinks while I finished my schoolwork. When I was done, I joined them as they sat talking. Papa shared stories of spine-chilling things he’d seen as a boy—and even as he grew older, strange things still happened around him.

After they’d finished drinking and gone to lie down in their room, I stayed sitting, my back turned to the window that faced our bathroom. As Papa spoke, I heard someone cough from inside the CR—exactly like my little brother’s voice. “Papa, may tao sa banyo!” I said. “Parang si bunso ‘yung umubo!” He laughed it off, but when I called out to him, my brother’s answer came clearly from the room next to my parents’.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. Whatever had followed us from Silang—it was here now, and it was coming for me. Papa only said, “Baka kapitbahay lang ‘yan,” but I couldn’t shake the heavy, cold feeling in my chest.

Later, around 2:20 AM, I heard it: hard, forced tugs on our front door, followed by three sharp knocks. “Pre?” someone called—exactly the voice of my closest friend from Mabuhay. My hair stood on end, my heart hammered against my ribs, and the air turned biting cold, seeping straight into my bones.

I grabbed my phone and messaged him right away: Nasa labas ka ba? Ikaw ba ang kumakatok at tumatawag? His reply came fast: “Hindi ah! May curfew na, bawal na lumabas ngayon.”

Terror swallowed me whole. I couldn’t speak straight, my hands trembling so hard I almost dropped my phone. Then I heard whispers outside—quiet, hurried voices, as if someone was talking to the visitor. What scared me most was our dogs: they bark at every stranger, at any hour, but tonight they were dead silent.

After a while, the knocking stopped. No footsteps faded away, no slippers scraped on the ground—just silence. I forced myself to pretend nothing had happened, but my skin still crawled, and the fear wouldn’t leave.

A little later, Mama woke up to use the bathroom. I asked her if she’d seen anyone outside. “Wala namang tao sa labas,” she said. Papa added firmly, “Kapag nangyari ulit ‘yan, gisingin mo kami agad. Huwag mong bubuksan ang pinto, at huwag kang lalabas ng bahay.”

The next day, I came home from school to the sharp, familiar scent of burning incense filling our house.

Before this happened, I thought fear was just something from movies or stories people told for fun. I learned that not everything can be explained easily, and that what my gut tells me matters—even when others say I’m just imagining things. I also realized that being curious or playful can lead us into places we shouldn’t go, and that we should respect places and things we don’t understand. I truly understood this lesson when my friend’s message proved the voice at our door wasn’t real, and I realized whatever I saw in Silang had followed us all the way home.

This memory stays with me because it was the first time I felt truly unsure of what was real. The smell of incense when I got home told me my family had sensed something too, even if we didn’t talk about it much. I share this story not just to give chills, but to say that there are things in this world we haven’t learned to understand yet. Some nights teach us to be more careful, to trust our instincts, and to respect the unknown.

Simula ng makinig ako ng Horror Stories ni Papa Dudut at Possessed ng ABS. Kagabi lang ako nanaginip ng hindi maganda, after encounter ng dopple ganger ng Monday night.

Last night, nanaginip ako about my baby na napossess daw ng demon.

Kaming tatlo ng asawa ko kasama baby namin na nasa bahay. Nakikipaglaro kami kay baby ng biglang magsalita ng straight sentences ang baby namin which is unlikely mangyari dahil 5 months pa lang sya. At first natuwa ako kasi baka gifted baby pero saka ko narealize baka napossessed ito dahil nga nanonood ako ng mga horror. So,, nong sinabi ko sa aasawa ko yon, nagiba hitsura ng baby ko. Natakot kami. Kaya ang ginawa namin, we tried na exorcist sya. Kumuha kami ng bible, candle at holy water. Kaso di namin masimulan kasi ang dami raw obstacles na nangyayari so ang ginawa namin, we seek the help of my mother, so una di sya naniwala kasi di na nagsasalita ng straight sentences yong baby ko tas bigla nagiba hitsura nya tas naniwala na si Mother pero bago ulit kami magstart magexorcist, si mama naman ang pinunterya ng demon at tinry namin sya dasalan ng Our Father kaso di ko raw matapos kasi di ko memorize. Saka doon na ako nagising.

Ano kaya meaning ng panaginip na yon?

Sobrang weird ng panaginip ko parang totoo sya talaga kasi kahit ako nadala sa mga nangyayare during my sleep
So parang sa story ng panginip ko. Ang haba kasi masyado. May 3 siblings ako nakita tapos nanay nila i don’t know parang single mom.
Then itong mother nila may favoritism sa tatlo yung middle child. Hindi ko alam pero base sa nakikita ko sa dream ko the way i narrate sakin mga nang yayare. Si middle child guy dito is (tamad, mayabang,mabisyo at asa lang sa magulang) while yung bunso na babae at panganay na lalake is nag susumikap mag kapera. Then nag bigay bigay daw si panganay sa nanay ng enough money for the whole month pang grocery ,bili meds and bills. Nalaman bigla ni panganay na hindi ginastos ng nanay nila yun dun kundi ginastos ito ng nanay sa middle child para mabilan nya ito ng gamit na pwedeng ma ibrah nito. Sobrang frustrated si panganay sa dream ko and itong bundo had enough na din. One night parang nag set up si panganay na patayin yung mother nila sa kitchen area (base sa nakikita ko sa dream ko) Pinag tataga ni panganay yung mother nya pero ang weird kasi yung body ng nanay nya bigla naging kutin or pusa sa dream ko (siguro dahil gets ng dream ko na ayaw ko ng ganung scenario kaya ginawa nyang pusa kasi mahilig din ako sa pusa) . Base on my understanding si bunso ang nag ligpit ng krimen na nang yare and fast forward tinapon nya ito or nilagay sa isang bakanteng lote na malayo sa bahay o subdi nila. Ang clear sobra ng panaginip ko ( i hope walang napano today). Ilang days na ang lumipat may naka kita daw ng bangkay na chop chop na dun sa bakanteng lote na pinag tapunan (stranger). Tumwag si panganay kasi sya ang unang nakapanuod nito sa news at tumatawag na din sa knya ang mga pulis. Si middle child naman agad pumunta sa bakanteng lote pinag lagyan ng bangkay. Iyak ito ng iyak inisip kung pano na sya kung wala ang mama nya. While si panganay nag papanic tinawagan nya si bunso at sinabing tinatawagan na sya ng pulis. Advise ni bunso sagutin at wag na wag mag pahalata . Then biglang nalipat naman sa pov ni bunso nag lalakd sya umiiwas sa mga mata ng mga taonat pulis na nag kalat . (taps sabi din sa panaginip ko news reporter ang bunso na ito at panganay naman ay IT expert). Sobrang weird ng panaginip ko. Pinipit ko magising basta ang last na nang yare is lahat na blame dun sa middle child. Ang lumabas na pumatay si middle child dahil sinet up na nila na yung knife ata yun or axe na ginamit pang patay ay nasa kwarto ng middle child. Weird 💩na.Kaya yoko matulog feel ko panaginip ko naman papatay sakin :)

Inform ko lang din kayo. Twice ko na sya napapaginopan same na same yung nang yare 😬

I grew up in Surigao del Sur, and this happened when I was fifteen years old, during my third year of high school.

Over the years, I've reconstructed this memory as carefully as I could from my own recollection and later conversations with the two classmates who were with me that night. Whether you see it as folklore, coincidence, or something else is entirely up to you.

This is how I remember it.

───

It happened during the first week of December when I was fifteen years old, in my third year of high school. Classes were still in session, and every evening our class gathered at the Madrid town plaza to rehearse for the upcoming Christmas dance competition.

By the time practice ended that night, it was already around nine or ten o'clock. Most of the habal-habal drivers and tricycles had already gone home, leaving very few ways for everyone to get back to their barangays.

I had my motorcycle with me.

One of my classmates, Rey, lived in Balinganga, a sitio within Barangay San Juan.

To get there, we crossed the Carac-an Bridge and turned right from the national highway onto an old unpaved backroad.

It was the only road in and out.

A few houses stood near the entrance, but farther in, the road followed the Carac-an River through a long isolated stretch before reaching another small community where Rey lived.

I offered to drive him home.

I had no problem riding back alone afterward, but Rey insisted that I shouldn't make the return trip by myself.

He never explained why. Our friend J overheard the conversation and volunteered to come along, so the three of us left together.

At the time, it felt like an ordinary ride home.

───

I was driving while J and Rey rode behind me. As we approached one stretch of the road, Rey suddenly pointed toward the dark riverbank.

"Look."

I turned my head.

At first, all I saw was a pair of neon-green eyes suspended in the darkness.

As we rode closer, I realized those eyes belonged to something enormous sitting silently beside the river.

Our motorcycle's headlight remained fixed on the road ahead, so whatever it was stayed hidden in the darkness.

I could only make out a massive silhouette with pointed ears rising above its head beneath those glowing, human-shaped eyes.

It remained perfectly still.

Only its neon-green eyes slowly tracked us as we rode past.

"Hala... Ginoo ko... Uno man iton?"

I had never seen anything like it.

I kept driving.

A few moments later, I glanced back once.

It was still sitting there.

Still watching us.

The sound of the engine and the rushing wind drowned out whatever Rey and J were saying behind me. I knew they were reacting, but I couldn't hear a single word.

───

When we reached Rey's house, he climbed off the motorcycle and thanked me for the ride. Then he looked at me with quiet concern.

"Lai, kun uno man gani an ijo makita or madungog, ajaw gajud kamo pag hunong hu."

I frowned.

"Why?"

He simply shook his head.

"Basta ajaw gajud pag hunong. Sanan pag ampo."

That was all he said before going inside. As J climbed back onto the motorcycle, I suddenly realized something. Whatever lay ahead on the drive back...

Rey already knew enough to warn me about it.

───

The moment we pulled away from Rey's house, a powerful wind rose behind us.

It was strong enough that I instinctively accelerated.

As we continued down the road, the trees along the riverbank began thrashing violently. I shouted over the engine.

"J! What's happening behind us?"

"Drive faster!" he yelled back.

Without warning, I felt the motorcycle lose its grip on loose gravel.

It hadn't been like that on the way in.

The motorcycle began sliding beneath us.

We nearly fell.

I slowed down just enough to keep us upright.

J was panicking behind me. I can no longer remember his exact words, but I distinctly remember him repeatedly urging me to hurry, shouting something like,

"Lai! Pagdali!"

Somehow I managed to regain control. But nothing stopped.

The wind still roared behind us.

The trees along the riverbank continued thrashing violently.

I kept waiting for the familiar streetlights near the entrance to appear.

They never did.

By then, we should have already been leaving the isolated stretch of road.

Instead, we were still surrounded by darkness.

Only my motorcycle's headlight illuminated the road ahead.

I stared into the darkness.

"OMG... J! Nagbalik-balik ta!"

───

I began praying aloud.

"Our Father..."

J immediately joined me.

The wind never let up.

The trees continued shaking beside the river.

Then another sound rose from the darkness.

Branches snapping.

A hard clacking sound.

Something crashing violently through the vegetation along the riverbank.

It wasn't behind us anymore.

It felt as though it was moving alongside us.

Keeping pace with the motorcycle.

Neither of us dared to look.

We kept our eyes fixed on the road ahead.

I was crying by then.

I wasn't trying to understand what was happening anymore. I was simply trying to get the two of us home.

So we kept praying.

Louder. Word after word.

The farther we rode, the more intense everything became.

The wind.

The crashing.

The clacking.

The thrashing in the trees.

It all seemed to draw closer.

───

The moment we finished the final "Amen"...

Everything stopped.

Instantly.

The wind disappeared.

The trees became still.

The snapping branches.

The clacking.

The thrashing.

Gone.

It was as though nothing had happened.

Ahead of us, the familiar streetlights finally came into view.

Then I recognized the cluster of houses near the entrance to the backroad.

We had finally left the isolated stretch.

I never slowed down.

At the entrance, I turned left onto the national highway, crossed the Carac-an Bridge, and continued north toward Madrid until I reached J's house beside the highway, directly across from our school.

Only then did we stop.

For a few moments, neither of us spoke.

When we finally did, we both admitted the same thing.

It was the most terrifying ride either of us had ever experienced.

───

The next morning, classes continued as though nothing had happened.

I saw Rey at school.

I can no longer remember our exact conversation, but I clearly remember telling him one thing.

"I'm never driving you home again."

He smiled quietly.

He didn't try to convince me otherwise.

After what we had experienced the night before, I don't think either of us expected me to.

───

Years later, both of the classmates who were with me that night still remembered the experience. They both identified what we encountered as a sigbin, according to the local folklore they grew up with. Whether that's what it was, I'll leave to the reader to decide.

Hi Members, 

A slow-burn, Gothic, psychological horror with vibes similar to It, The Exorcist, and The Haunting of Hill House—sounds great, does it not? I am working on a novel of that kind, it is almost finished now and I would like to share a part of it with you.

Imagine your thirteen-year-old self, trying to sleep in a large four-poster bed in a new place. Suddenly, you hear a noise. It sounds like someone tiptoeing past your door. 

You creep to the door, listen intently for a moment, and then slip out, silently.

The long, thin, dimly lit corridor of the cavernous mansion is draped in black carpet and antique furnishings. Bars of moonlight fall across the floor. You look around, and your eyes lock onto a dark silhouette. It is gliding away from you. 

What would you do?

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Hi Members, 

A slow-burn, Gothic, psychological horror with vibes similar to It, The Exorcist, and The Haunting of Hill House—sounds great, does it not? I am working on a novel of that kind, it is almost finished now and I would like to share a part of it with you.

Imagine your thirteen-year-old self, trying to sleep in a large four-poster bed in a new place. Suddenly, you hear a noise. It sounds like someone tiptoeing past your door. 

You creep to the door, listen intently for a moment, and then slip out, silently.

The long, thin, dimly lit corridor of the cavernous mansion is draped in black carpet and antique furnishings. Bars of moonlight fall across the floor. You look around, and your eyes lock onto a dark silhouette. It is gliding away from you. 

What would you do?

Well, the answer lies inside eleven chapters. Thanks.

PS Please note, any type of feedback is welcome. Thanks.

Legit kaya? Minsan sa sobrang kamalasan ko sa buhay gusto ko na pumunta sakanya. May naniniwala pa ba sa ganito?

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‎It was around 2:00 AM. Before I fell asleep, I already felt strange—parang lalagnatin ako. Mabigat yung katawan ko, but I brushed it off and eventually drifted to sleep.

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‎Our bed is a double deck. Si Mama sa baba, while I sleep on the top bunk. Katabi mismo ng higaan ko yung bintana.

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‎Then I heard a knock.

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‎Mahina lang sa una.

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‎Palakas nang palakas. Hindi talaga tumitigil.

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‎It felt so real that I was convinced I was already awake.

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‎Narinig kong bumangon si Mama at binuksan niya ang bintana.

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‎The moment she did...

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‎May biglang hinagis sa loob ng kwarto. Hindi ko alam kung bato ba talaga 'yon, pero narinig ko itong bumagsak sa loob. Habang pinapaalis ni Mama kung sino man ang nasa labas, I wanted to help.

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‎Gusto ko ring sigawan yung nasa labas. Minumura ko na siya sa isip ko, trying to force my voice out...

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‎But nothing came out.

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‎No matter how hard I tried, para akong pipi. Walang tunog. Doon na ako nagsimulang mataranta.

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‎Hindi ko maalis ang tingin ko sa bintana, wondering why I couldn't even make a sound.

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‎Napatingin ako sa paanan ko.

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‎May nakatayo.

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‎A dark figure.

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‎Hindi ko makita ang mukha niya. It was just... black. Parang nilamon siya ng dilim. Hindi rin ako makagalaw. Every attempt to move felt useless. It was as if one of its hands was covering my mouth while the rest of its weight pinned my entire body down.

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‎The heavier I struggled, the heavier it became.

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‎All I could hear was the deafening silence... and my own heartbeat pounding inside my chest.

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‎Then...

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‎Everything stopped.

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‎Nagising ako bigla.

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‎The knocking was gone. Si Mama mahimbing pa ring natutulog sa baba. Tahimik ang buong kwarto.

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‎That's when I realized...

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‎It was only a dream.

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‎Or at least...

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‎I hope it was.

HELLO! tanungin ko lang kung may nakaka-alam nung movie na, i don't know kung taiwanese or thai movie siya, pero may isang scene where yung lead ay nasa hospital (?) tapos nasa ward siya so ang nagddivide lang sa mga bed ay 'yung hospital curtains. tapos ang sumunod here is slowly na nag-oopen 'yung curtain pero pag tingin niya walang tao sa other side huhu

me n my cousins watched it noong mga bata pa kami, around 2010-2015? curious lang ako ano name niya kasi coming soon lang na movie naaalala ko huhu THANK YOU!