This year has been a little weak in terms of paranormal activity, so I'll be talking about my brother's horror stories instead. Just as I thought nothing scary was gonna happen, I got owned with whatever that was that scarred me late one evening a month before this post. This year marks my 10th year sharing these first-hand scary stories!
Voice in the Living Room
I heard a non-existent thing call out my name in a creepy whispery disembodied voice late one evening. It was past 11pm at home and my parents has retired for the night, leaving me the last person awake. It's my thing to wait for my parents to turn off the lights and close the door of their room before heading out to get some late-evening supplies from the kitchen to haul in my room while avoiding judgement. They're usually in bed by 10pm. On this particular night, I went out to get my water bottle from the fridge, and instead of going straight to my room, I stopped in the middle of our living room to drink a couple of gulps straight from the bottle.
As I stood there taking in air after a mouthful, I suddenly heard my nickname being called, "Loooooooveee."
A whiff of airy voice that sounded that of an exhausted-dying woman called out in a typical horror movie-like way from behind the freezer at the same time I felt it echo right next to my left ear. I walked to check if anyone was there--although of course I knew there was none. There was no one, nothing. I felt the chill run up my spine and up the ends of the hairs on my arms that I stood still for a second trying to make sense of it before striding into my room and locking the door. As if locking it helps. Indeed, there are random nights when I could hear knocking on my door only to see no feet blocking the light on the door's lower gap. I slept with the light on that night. It was one of the few instances that I got scared in my own home. The annoying part of a majority of my paranormal experiences is that it happens in my house, whether in La Carlota, Bacolod or in Taguig, the most intense ones where at home. That makes it all the more scary because I am often caught off guard, leaving me vulnerable with the anticipation of when the next one might happen since it's where I am certain I will be staying still at end of the day.
Feet Tickler
One afternoon my brother opened up about something weird that happened to him in our old house. For context, that house is roughly 73 years old. That's where my great grandmother lived during her last years as it was closer to the church where she went to mass every day. The original house burnt down, leaving a single concrete staircase from the fire. These days my brother and his wife live in the house, most of which retain the original materials after it was rebuilt. I spent most of my summer and weekends there as a child. I have a lot of fond memories because the house doesn't feel heavy even if it's chock-full of antiques, including several life-sized statues of saints.
My brother's room is located beside the kitchen with one wall full of jalousie windows that faces our side garden. Let's say the window is 4 meters in width and 3 meters in height. Our garden isn't pretty, it's unkept with various tropical fruit trees like rambutan, jackfruit, cotton fruit, longkong, mangoes, coconuts and everything in between, filling the space with lush foliage that causes the area to be pitch black at night. Because of this, their bed is pushed against the wall where the windows are, the headboard is positioned in such a way that they would face the opposite direction, away from scary view.
On this particular evening, he decided to change from his usual position, this time his feet rested on the bed's headboard right next to the window, his head on the opposite end that allowed him to stare at the garden's darkness that night. At around 2am he woke up to the feeling of someone tickling his foot. It felt like long-sharp nails lightly scratching his left foot, navigating its way between his toes. He shook his foot in an attempt to shoo away in case it was an insect, but it only took a few seconds before it came back tickling more intently. This caused him to open his eyes to check out what it was, but then he saw nothing, his wife was deep asleep. With nothing to blame, he went back to sleep and dreamt of an old woman with long white hair staring, as she hovered above him. Then he woke up again a few hours after to the same tickling sensation.
Back and forth, back and forth, thin long nails simultaneously stroking his feet, one finger at a time. He decided to be brave and stared down at his feet, this time looking at the blackness beneath him to answer his curiosity. Unfortunately for the story, he saw nothing interesting, save for the lingering sensation of the tickle. The moment he closed his eyes, the sensation started once more, but this time he didn't bother...he went back to sleep, wondering the next days what had happened. He questioned his wife the next morning if it was her that was trying to get his attention that night, to which she reacted like he made no sense.
From then on, he decided that the proper position was opposite of the darkness.
Shadow Man
Another of my brother's story of our old house is seeing a full bodied apparition of an elemental or possibly a doppelganger. This was at a time when my eldest brother lived alone in the house, years prior to meeting his wife. It was around 9pm, he had just woken from an after dinner nap...he fell asleep without brushing his teeth. When he got up, still groggy from an unintentional pre-bedtime nap, he took his toothbrush from the CR and went out to the kitchen since he prefers to use the larger kitchen sink as supposed the lavatory.
For reference, our kitchen is connected to three rooms: our backdoor, the dining room, and my brother's room. Our old house is one of those traditional Filipino homes wherein the entire house is elevated with stilts four feet off the ground. Our backdoor is basically our main entrance for years since our front door is perpetually locked for safety reasons. The kitchen sink is located beside the back door, and above the sink is a large screen window that faces a courtyard spanning all the way to another old house that we rent out to tenants. During this time the rental house was vacant, causing the entire back portion of the house from the courtyard to the other house across the window to be very dark. The only light my brother leaves on is a small bulb outside of the window where the sink is at.
He said that when he opened his door to enter the kitchen the first thing he saw a man standing, peacefully staring out of the window as he leaned his arms on the counter where the sink is. It was a dark figure that he could distinctly identify as a silhouette resembling that of our mother's older brother. Our uncle lived two houses away from ours, divided by gated walls. He said that the apparition was wearing a tank top and shorts, our uncle's typical outfit. He blinked twice to make sure he was well awake, yet the shadow was still there quietly standing, unmoving. His shape was clearly visible as the dark figure blocked the light from outside. As my brother approached whom he thought was our uncle, the thing suddenly vanished into the darkness, leaving everything eerily still. He checked to see the door beside the sink, it was padlocked.
I can't recall one critical detail: if he managed to brush his teeth after.
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