The Philippines is supposed to be one of the most haunted places on earth. I believe it. In my family alone we have DOZENS of stories passed down from generation to generation, and this is one of them.
When we were younger, my grandmother would tell us about the summers she spent in Bautista – a small province – with her tita. Every evening at Tia Monay’s house was the same: dinner, prayers, lights out.
One evening, after prayers, as my Grandmother (Meeta) was turning off the lights, she heard tia Monay caller her from somewhere in the house.
“Si, tia Monay! Ahora vengo!” (Yes tia Monay! I’m coming now!). She followed the voice down the dark hallway, into the dining room – no tia Monay.
She heard Tia Monay call to her once more. Puzzled, she answered, “Aqui estoy, Tia Monay! Ahora vengo!” (I am here, Tia Monay! I’m coming now!) and off she went, pursuing tia Monay once more.
The trail led to the opposite side of the house, and still, there was no Tia Monay. Now Meeta heard her name called again, this time from down stairs, and so she again answered and went to meet her Tia.
It was dark and drafty in the basement, and she hadn’t brought a light with her. She squinted around for tia Monay, and heard, this time from the top of the stairs: “Oye! Que haces alli?” (What are you doing there?).
She turned around. Standing at the top of the stairs was a very put out Tia Monay.
“Buscandote, Tia Monay, me stabas llamando. Aqui estoy!” (Looking for you, Tia Monay, you were calling me. I’m here!) she said, stunned.
Tia Monay looked at her for a moment and said in Spanish, “Come up stairs, and in this house, at night, when someone is calling you…and if you cannot see them…don’t go.”
“Yes, Tia Monay,” Meeta said as she reached the top of the stairs. At the same time a large box (which had been on top of the wardrobe at the bottom of the stairs where she had been standing) came crashing down right where she had been only a moment ago.
The house is gone now, but even when we were young, the first thing we were told was “In this house – in this country – do not answer someone who you cannot see.”
Sent in by Katherine, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
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That’s a strange tale.
It’s interesting though.
That goes for Texas too! My Spanish Grandmother told me the same, and if someone knocks on the door to not open it unless you see someone there.
Well that certainly scared the crap out of me.
Reminds me of the vampire legends. They could only come in if invited. seems the same, if you you engage them in conversation it seems you give them permission to hurt you.
mkayy….kina odd….but kool
hmm. yeah. ok.
I asked mymom about that and she said the same thing wat ur aunt told u and i asked her why and she said because the dead is trying to call u. To tell you something i had this happen to me i think 3 or more times before but i havent heard them again, but i can relate to this then i asked her again why that dead would be calling and she said that maybe becuz the dead is trying to remmeber you by idk something like that but yah the one call from the dead that freaked me out the most was when i was reading about the chupacaraba*hehe bak then i was into that kind of the stuff and stil am* and listening to destiny child and then i heard someone call my name “Andrea!” really loudly and i was soo scared i thought my heart would jump out of my body. i walked to the living room and asked my mom *who was in the kitchen cooking dinner* if she called me and she said no but after that i didnt get anymore of those. yep …
omg this totally happened to me before… im vietnamese but i born in philippines. i agree that philippines is a freaking scary place. sometimes i heard my mom calling me a couple of times then it fade away… i was screaming to her from upstairs, saying im here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but no one answer me so yep. and sometimes someone just calling me from somewhere i dont even know. and that happen in texas, here.
This is not weird to me . In my country, Suriname , south america, it is a common thing thought to us. When you are somewhere and you here your name , walk to where it is coming from and see. Do not answer! And they usually call 3 times. I never believed it , untill it happened. I was outside with my friend at her house , very big house, she was alone , we were chatting , when all the way out we both heard her name called! It sounded like her grandma, who was not home!Suddenly it was cold, my country is tropic..it was a warm day! we just looked at each other.She didn’t answer. I stayed with her outside untill the others came home. So these things just want you to answer, too call you into danger. But sometimes they wantyou to follow the voice , maybe away from danger also. But thing is do not scream and answer , just go take a look.If it really is somebody the person will be standing there.
Wow this are really freaky things
awesome story it really reminds me of sometimes but i cant remember them
I agree. This has happened to me several times and my mum experienced it once. I never answered because I usually don’t answer and just come when I am called by anyone from another room. When I mentioned this to my grandmother, the first time it happened, I was told not to answer until the fourth call as ‘they’ only do it by threes. The same with knocks on the door. To this day, I never answer the front door, the phone etc, until the fourth time.
wow dat iz soo creepy ! But did u ever find out who waz calling ur grandmother ?
im a filipino and ive had many ghost experience and they wer not nice
It happened to me in Lithuania,i always heard a boy shouting my name from a forest,but i never came there
Once I was on the telephone in my bedroom and my sister and cousin were down the hall past the living room in the den. I heard my name called loudly so I told my friend I had to go. As I reached the living room my cousin walked in and I asked her what they wanted and at the same time she asked me why I was calling myself. She got scared to death because that was her first encounter and We had been living with it for a while. Then one night before I fell asleep I had a loud whisper in my ear. Crazy, yes, but it never hurt me and that was 40 years ago and it’s still with me and my family today. constantly.I wish I knew who it was
that thing happens to me before!!! i was half asleep… when suddenly i heard my mother calling and her voice was angry.. so i got up as fast i could, (im scared of my mom).. then i got up to her and ask, “why?” then i realized that my mom was asleep, she was awakened by me… she asked me to.. “why?” then i explained to her that she called me, thats y.. and she just said that i was dreaming.. but i was not! i knew it..
wow thats weird and creepy I would like to hear more of your stories though
I’ve read some other stories that mentioned the Phillipines. I’ve read very many other stories where people have given a name to what they think is a friendly ghost in their home. They gradually start experiencing other things, and they speak to the ghost. It seems to me that the more they talk to it, the more activity increases.
I just advised someone else that visited this site to not speak to it (a ghost?) or attempt to communicate with it. It seems that once you start talking to it, an invitation to move in to the home is made. Then bad things start happening.
I agree with you. If you can’t see it, don’t speak to it. Oh, one more thing. I’m not kidding…, it has only been a day or two ago that as I was waking early morning that I distinctly heard a female voice whisper my name into my ear. I ignored it.