Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This is a story I know no one would hardly believe, for I myself honestly don’t fully believe in my experience. My father is a man generous man. He is very kind gentle but he is extremely strict and impatient. And because he was very strict, as a teenage boy, I didn’t have much of a good relationship with him. Although I still loved him and accepted him as my dad.

Last month, my dad was very sick and he is in an old age. We all knew that he was going to pass away that day. Even he admitted he knows he was going to die that day. So everyone said their last words and I was the last to tell him mine since I was the youngest among my family (5 brothers). And so I was about to tell him my words. I asked him one simple question… “Father, did I make you proud?” but it was too late. he had already passed away. And so I was EXTREMELY SAD having my only father died who hasn’t even heard my last words and his reply.

We are a religious family, praying the rosary every 6 pm, well except my other 3 brothers, but one night my other brothers and my mother left to go to the mall. So it was 6 and I didn’t hesitate to pray. After settling in front of the altar, I decided to put the picture of my father beside Jesus’ picture. As I prayed, the candle light grew stronger and I felt a warm presence. I was sitting on the chair where my father would sit to watch TV, rest, pray etc.

Then I saw a mist, it was plain white but I was still confused why would a mist be in our house while all the windows were closed and the doors were sealed shut. Then the mist began to take shape and make brownish color so I lost my concentration with the prayer and looked at the mist. There I saw my father being formed wearing his Barong Tagalog which we last saw after is burial (I could tell that he was wearing his’ because he always put these blue markings on his clothes) I was shocked, but at the same time filled with joy…

He sat down on a chair next too me and we started to talk. But honestly I couldn’t remember anything that he said. But I remember he said that he needs to go and so I remembered my question. As he was about to stand from the chair I asked “Father, did I make you proud?” He hugged me and said “Yes son, you did. I love you son.”

The next thing I knew, I woke up on the chair with a blanket over me, the rosary was on the floor and was very confused because I knew I didn’t fall asleep and the blankets were in the bed room. Also my brothers and mother hasn’t cam home yet. And also the window near my was open and winds blew out really fast. And just in time, I heard my brothers’ car beep from outside. I opened the door and I told them everything that happened but no one believed… It was 7:15 pm. This is where my story ends, now I’m still confused about what happened.

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