Strange Tales

First-person paranormal stories for your seasonal dose of the creeps

By Elisha Judy Tabaque

 

YOU have two choices: to believe it or not. We’re talking about paranormal experiences here. While some insist that the paranormal exists only in one’s imaginative mind, others believe that paranormal experiences are caused by forces beyond what science can explain. For believers, what’s important is it shouldn’t cause harm on anyone.

Now that All Souls’ Day is just around the corner, it’s that time of year when paranormal stories do their rounds. SunStar Weekend asked readers this question: “What paranormal experience have you encountered?” Here are the strange, if not scary, stories they have to share:

Abby L. Maranga, 22
Freelancer

“My room was situated in the second floor of our old house back then. I was using the computer late that night when I noticed a shadow being cast on the wall near the area where I sat. Since there was light coming from the outside, the shadow was sort of clear to me that it was a man. I didn’t mind it because I thought it was just someone from the neighborhood. The following day, it was then that I realized that I was actually in the second floor of our house to where it is impossible for anyone to sneak at my room. Who could that be?”

April Farlene L. Lacana, 21
BeEd-SPED, USJ-R

“I don’t know if this is a real paranormal experience but this experience really scared the hell out of me. It happened on the night before my grandma’s burial. I was sleeping alone in my room and was sure that I locked the door. I fell asleep and later on I started to experience sleep paralysis. I can feel my heart pounding big time and I was hardly breathing. I felt my body turn numb and I was quite sure that if I can’t wake up I’m gonna die. In what seemed like a few seconds later (while still having that damned paralysis), I saw the creepy shadow of a person. I knew that the figure was like that of my grandma’s. At first, I was not scared but as the shadow got closer, I felt my body shake like I was having a seizure. When I said ‘Lola, ayaw tawn La oy,’ all of a sudden I was awake. I was gasping for air and was sweating hard. I immediately went out and told everyone in the wake about it. It seemed like I was not the only one who experienced it. They said this also happens to someone who’s near the heart of the dead, and it’s called “sundo.” As far as I know, the shadows of the dead don’t harm us. Perhaps they were just saying goodbye for the last time to the person they loved the most.”

Kevin D. Gingosa, 21
Licensed OIC of an
Engineering Watch

“My most unforgettable paranormal experience just happened last August this year. I had to stay in my Uncle’s house in Antipolo, Rizal as I was busy processing my papers in our manning agency. One day, we had to install wire mesh in all of their windows to prevent mosquitoes and other insects from entering their house for health reasons. On the evening of that day, after finishing all the job, I noticed that the screen we have installed on the rear window had two humps (approximately the size of a child’s fist) bulging on the outward direction which can only be created if one would climb up a ladder since the opening is located on the top most portion of the house (bungalow type). As I have called the attention of my uncle, we were all looking at each other in silence because the humps, looking like child fists, meant like someone wants to pass through the window we almost closed, feeling trapped.”

Christyl B. Abellaneda, 20
MassComm Graduate

“I commonly identify myself as a midnight owl, a midnight warrior, since I’m one of those people who prefer to be up at midnight until sunrise. Having this kind of lifestyles merits me countless of paranormal experiences, and one of those happened when I was writing a script at 1 a.m. I’m living in a kind of neighborhood where it’s usually lively at day but it gets creepy and weird at night — guess it must be the people who come out at that time. I was writing a script, and my room was the only one with lights on. It was quiet, just as how I wanted it to be. I sought the companionship of my ever trusted Spotify to keep me awake by blasting playlist after playlist. I even reached the Disney playlist and was humming the song “Part of Your World” — what midnight does to you — and I heard a very weird tone overlapping the music. I looked at my tabs searching for music that pops up at sites, closed all of it, but I was still hearing it. I put down my earphones and paused the music, just to find out, someone was humming a song. It sent shivers down my spine, and I started to break in cold sweat. My room is near the terrace and I could definitely hear it coming from below. It was a very low tone and whoever that was, continuously hummed. We didn’t have babies in the neighborhood, so the humming, almost a lullaby, is very unlikely especially coming from a very low tone in contrast to the soothing and higher tone of how lullabies should be sang. I wasn’t having anymore of the creeps, so I turned off the lights, and forced myself to sleep.”

Loreto A. Dometita III, 25
Law Student

“When I was young, I used to derogate such an existence, settling into the belief that these so called ‘paranormal entities or activities’ are merely a figment of one’s’ creative imagination. That was my perception until I had a firsthand account of what I refused to believe before, followed by succeeding events as I grew older. So here’s one. One of the best memories I have during my childhood days is when I get to visit my grandparents and have a sleepover in their house together with my cousins. There, every Saturday evening, we huddle at the porch while my grandparents share their past experiences when they were young, including the paranormal ones. To give you an idea as to how the place looks like, my grandparents’ house is near the road. Across the road fronting the house, there stands a huge Balete tree. The tree is older than the house itself and behind the tree is a hill with thick vegetation. While we were busy listening to the stories of the past, a huge fireball the size of a basketball flew past the roof towards the Balete tree and then straight to the hill, I looked closely and as I recalled, it looked like a clay pot or a jar burning. We all saw it including my grandmother and she told us, ‘Ayaw mo og pilok (Don’t blink).’Out of curiosity we followed what grandma told us and then I asked her ‘Unsa to La (What was that La)?’ She subtly answered, ‘Santelmo.’”

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