Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I’m from Manila, Philippines and I am now 37 years old, married with 2 young boys (21 months and 6 months). I have always believed in the paranormal since I was a child. These first 2 experiences that I will tell you is from our old house where I grew up till I was 11 years old. So here it goes…

1. My very 1st experience was when I was 8 years old.  My parents and I just got back from the U.S. for a vacation and then found out that my maternal grandfather just died.  We were all devastated and my mom was inconsolable. A few months after his death I was in our dining room when all of a sudden I could hear my grandfathers footsteps going down the stairs as if he was about to join me for dinner – which was our daily routine before he died.  I asked 1 of our maids to check out who was going down the stairs but she was too scared.  So I got up to check it out myself but there was no one there and everything else was dark.

My mom owned several boutiques at that time and she, my grandmother and sister (she’s 15 years older than me) would usually get home at around 9 in the evening from closing the shops.  So my grandfather was my only companion for dinner which was usually around 7pm.  Sadly after his death I would eat my dinner alone.  When my mom, sister and grandmother arrived, I of course told them that I heard lolo (grandfather in Tagalog) going down the stairs as if to join me for dinner.  They obviously did not believe me and dismissed it as having a very wild imagination.  But every night at around 7pm, sure enough you would hear “lolo’s” footsteps going down the stairs.

A week after I told them about the footsteps my mom had to close the shops early because there was a typhoon approaching.  I was very happy that time because I wouldn’t have to eat dinner alone.  Even my dad was home early! So we were all gathered at the dinner table about to eat when all of a sudden, right on cue at 7pm you could hear “lolo’s” footsteps going down the stairs.  My mom & sister were having a conversation and I told them to be quiet and listen.  Now we were all quiet and listening to my “lolo’s” footsteps.  My brother in-law then stood up to check and see if there was anyone going down the stairs (from the dining table you can’t see the stairs because there is a long wall that would block your view from it), and of course there was no one there.  All of our maids were in the kitchen at that time and it was located at the back of the dining room.  When my bro in-law confirmed to everyone there was no one on the stairs, my mom broke down and started crying.  I was smiling inside because finally I had validation that I was telling them the truth!

2. Two years later (1983) my sister and her husband moved in with us.  By now my sister had 2 daughters.  One was a year and a half old and the other was just 2 or 3 months old.  The room they occupied used to be my playroom.  It was big enough to fit in a king sized bed, crib, etc. and it had it’s own bathroom.  The main door of the room was a glass sliding door.  Outside you could see the first set of stairs going down to the first floor.  This was where my grandfather died when he was having a heart attack then slipped and hit his head on the first step.

One night I was playing with my nieces.  It was probably around 6 or 7pm.  All of a sudden my older niece opened the glass sliding door and ran towards the stairs, then sat down on the 1st step and looked up to her left and started having a conversation with someone we couldn’t see!  She was smiling and all, nodding her head and just babbling away. This freaked me and the nanny out we ended up hiding behind the bed, but at the same time shouting for my niece to come back into the room.  Finally I mustered all the courage I had and got up and went out to get my niece.  I asked her to whom she was talking to and she just got distracted with her toys and started playing with them and acted as if nothing happened.  I suppose it was my lolo she was talking to… My niece is now 28 and I asked her one time if she still remembers anything that night, and obviously she does not.  But she always gets a kick out of hearing that story and would ask me to tell it to her over and over again… weird!

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