After the white house has been renovated, my uncle hires a helper to look after the house whenever she’s free. Note that we only use the house for when there’s an event like birthday party, wedding, or family meeting. One day, I remember there’s an event but couldn’t remember what kind of event was that. So the helper was asked to help with the preparation in cleaning and cooking for the event, also had to sleep for the night. Luckily she brought her friend to accompany her that night. While sleeping, suddenly she awakened with the creaking sound of a door being open. It’s their bedroom door! Then she saw there’s this ugly figure standing by the door glaring at her right to her eyes, suddenly moving in towards their bed. She said, it was so ugly that she really wanted to pound at it but could only scream as she can’t move her body “get out! get out now! you’re so ugly!” she was really glad that she could scream while her body can’t move. Of course she was really scared that time but imagining what could’ve gone worst if she didn’t try anything – scream, she forced herself.
With that loud shout, her friend wokes up and asked what happened. The helper only let her friend know what’s the matter in the next morning. The helper told this story to my mom, then passed to me. The helper said she also did heard the same thing i heard from the kitchen; cracking eggs, washing dishes, cooking sound, water from the tap etc..
At the same house too, there’s a wedding in the family. It’s my cousin’s wedding day. It’s normal here to invite the whole village whenever there’s a wedding, so there’ll be crowded with adults as well as kids. So kids being kids, they just love to play around be it inside or outside a house; running, laughing and shouting. There’s this one boy, my dear friend’s little brother called Tom suddenly shouting, run down the stairs heading to the living room and started to cry. He cries for a few minutes and keep saying “he’s upstairs…he’s upstairs” in between his cries. The other kids said they can feel his body was shaking and he got a pale look. After he finally stopped crying, he told the other kids (my aunt and cousin’s kids) that while they were playing hide n seek, he saw a ‘kid’ was standing in a corner upstairs, with a serious face and pale as a corpse and the ‘kid’ actually talked to Tom! “play. let’s play” And that’s when Tom started to scream and run leaving the upstairs area.
The other kids told me this story, so I told them back that it’s a lesson to learn : you can play but not too much and no screaming or else there’s another kid will accompany you guys and shut your mouth with his stinky hand in a scary looking face?! Then they went outside sitting with their own parents. lol.
I do believe in Tom’s story. Kids don’t lie. Especially when they’re scared and crying.
This last story is by my dearly sister. I don’t remember what year was it but it was around that time when my sister just got the job as a teacher and posted in Kudat, a 1 and a half drive from our town. At that time, the school where she works doesn’t have quarters flat for teachers yet so they have to rent house nearby. So we accompanied her to her rent house to help with all of her stuff. I remember I saw there’s garlic and lime everywhere. Maybe it’s the previous tenant or the owner who puts it there; somewhere on top of the ceiling fan switch, on the floor at every corner of each room and on some windows. Heard that garlic and lime are used to “frighten” the ghost. Not sure if it’s true though.
Fast forward to couple of weeks later, one morning when she wakes up around 5am, she feels terrible. She could barely move her body. She was on her right side facing the wall, and when she tried to turn on the other side she almost fainted! There’s an old lady, white hair in a messy bun, cross-legged sitting right beside her bed, smiling at her. The old lady was just an inch away from her face. She closed her eyes while her heart racing so fast. Fortunately nothing really happened and she was calm after that. When she opened her eyes, the old lady was gone.
Not sure who’s actually the old lady but one thing for sure, my sister was home alone during that event. Was the old lady even a human? We don’t know. I’m not sure if my sister had asked about it from the landlord but few days after that incident my sister decided to move out.
I find myself always interested with these kind of true stories. I know maybe it’s not that scary for you but since it’s a true story and they’re my friends/relatives I still got goosebumps.
Do you have any experience something like this? I’d love to hear 😊