Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

In the late 90s, I chose to stay in my ex-boyfriend’s house together with his mom, his step-dad and his younger sister. Irritated to see me everyday perhaps, he stepped out of the house and lived with a relative somewhere in the city. That house where they lived in was a bit older compared to the other houses around town. It had three big rooms upstairs, fairly divided for the occupants.

My first encounter with what I believe, was a bothered spirit of a girl about 10-12 years old, happened one night while everything was at their usual routine. In my sleep, I saw this girl trying to get in our house, bloodied all over. She’s crying for help reaching for me. “Ate (big sister)! Tulungan mo naman ako (Please help me!) Papatayin ako ni Papa saka ni Kuya (My dad and my brother are going to kill me)!” I let her in and hugged her. She’s wearing a white empire dress, a knitted white stockings and a pair of black doll shoes. Her ash brown hair hanging about her shoulders. She’s no Filipino, I guess. And maybe, I was right, because when her father and brother got in, I saw them like Caucasian/European. “Come here!” they said, pulling her out of my arms. She was crying so hard, it really made me wonder what was wrong. “Please don’t hurt her. She’s just a kid,” I said, watching them drag her fragile body. I want to help her, but I was clueless of what I am gonna do.

The next morning, I heard the couple arguing about something. When they saw me, they asked me if I had someone with me the day before – maybe a child. Of course, I said nobody was there with me during the day. Their younger kid was a 15-year old girl. They’re arguing about the red hand prints on the wall, belonging perhaps to a younger child. Only then I remembered the girl in my bad dream.

I left for a week and stayed with my cousin’s house. I came back one night and slept in the same room, with the couple’s younger child. She woke me up in the morning and said, “I’m going to school. See you tonight. Bye!” An hour or so after, I heard her voice again, like bending her body near me and said “I didn’t really go to school. I stayed. Hey!” and she’s calling my name. Only then I realized that she’s not the couple’s child. She’s the same girl I saw in my dream last week. My skin crawled, knowing that she’s trying to show her face to me. I can see her hair hanging over me and then I saw her eyes. I pushed myself to wake up and luckily, I did.

When I woke up, I saw the couple’s dogs looking at me, barking. They’re all around the bed barking at me. I don’t know what happened but I found myself sleeping again and she’s there again, calling me. Again, I forced myself to wake up, only to find that the dogs were there again, barking, looking at me.

I decided to leave the house, of course letting the couple to know that I am leaving for a job somewhere in Manila. After that, I never encountered the girl on my dreams again. Some say, the girl wanted me to help her or pray for her. But I was unfortunate for I didn’t bother to ask her name or didn’t even bother to ask anyone of the place’s history to know something about her. I know, she’s telling me something, but then again, I’m not brave enough to visit that place again to trace her/its history. I’m scared.

Sent in by Lui, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com