Since today is Halloween and I’ve had a bit of time to type this down, let me tell you a few personal stories I’ve had with the paranormal. I don’t have a third eye, but I have three friends who do. One of them managed to partly open her third eye because of her best friend who has hers opened…which is why I’m scared to get too clingy with someone who has these abilities because she said they can influence you without you knowing it. The other two they said, sort of was inherited from their family, slowly opening their third eye as they got older whether they liked it or not. I have met other people who claim that they also have their third eye open, but I’m not sure if it’s true…. Some things I learned from hanging out with them are:
-The more you talk and are interested in the paranormal, the
more you become a target.
-Those with third eyes are more vulnerable to things when
they are tired or in an emotional state.
-When you suddenly smell a stench that resembles garbage out
of nowhere, the tendency is that the spirit close to you is that of a rotting
corpse, and if you could see them they would be in a state of decomposition.
-When your friend with a third eye suddenly falls silent and
uneasy, chances are they are seeing something. (I hate it when they do that!)
-The closer you are to them, the more chances you’ll get of
experiencing paranormal activities.
-At some point they will be get used to it, but they will
always be afraid when they see one.
-Based on my friends who have their third eye opened, they
are more sensitive towards people as they have heightened senses and they can
tell your emotions without you telling them.
-Said one of my acquaintances (who I doubt has a real third
eye) the church is one of the places that a whole lot of spirits reside in,
much more than other places.
-They say some spirits have no faces. If they would describe
it to me like looking at the face of a person on TV with bad reception, wherein
the faces are blurry and has a warped to zigzag distortions, like static effect
or something so you don’t see the details on their faces…
-Every person is vulnerable of having his/her third eye
opened.
I’ll cite three top experiences I’ve had of a scary
encounter…other than crossing the elliptical road towards Quezon Memorial
Circle or that time I almost got bitten by my brother’s then pet snake. I have
more stories though…but maybe that’s for another post. Probably one of the
memorable ones that I’ll tell in another post is what I experienced staying in
an all-girls dorm in Manila for one semester—and was told a few hours before I
was about to leave and transfer to my uncle’s townhouse that I had been sleeping
in a room where a suicide had occurred. Wahhhhh!!! And it explained a lot of
things—but that’s for another time.
Sleep Paralysis at a Hotel in Iloilo
This happened on the eve of April 28, 2012 (I know the exact
date only because I still have the pictures I took that day.) We were on a
family trip to Iloilo; basically the whole clan was there to celebrate my
aunt’s golden anniversary of being an Assumption nun. If I’m not mistaken, we
booked in Amigo Hotel, the room I cannot recall the number though. Since we
booked several rooms, one of my aunts asked me to stay with her in her room. The
room was a double bed deluxe; she slept on the bed close to the window while I
slept on the one close to the bathroom, right in front of a huge full-length
mirror. On our first night, everything seemed fine until I woke up in the
middle of the night and could not move my body—any part of it! It’s like
something was pressing me against the bed, heavy weight and unmoving. I
couldn’t even move my fingers and it freaked me out. All I could do was swivel
my eyes making sense of the dark room, at some point my eyes landed on the
mirror right at my foot—it was positioned right in front of my bed so I was
supposed to see my reflection, but it was PITCH BLACK!! The light on the bathroom
was left on and I could see that thin line of light reflect on the wall because
the bathroom door was slightly open…and I was trying to just stare at the
mirror waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light—BUT NO, I found myself
staring at a black hole for what seemed like a really long time. It took some
minutes before my brain cells started to digest the reality that I was awake
enough to be living the nightmare—and the worst part of it I wanted to pee! So
yeah, I kept it in and closed my eyes forcing myself to sleep off the
situation. The next day I convinced my mom to stay with my aunt for the second
night without her telling my experience because I’m a good daughter like that,
and went to stay with another aunt that night without much thrill in the room
we stayed in. I asked my mom if she was fine with the room, she said it was
okay…so I kept mum and spoke the experience with my friends instead, one of
whom said his mom experienced the same thing.
He said that it was the same situation, but it was in their
house when it occurred some years ago. His mom woke up in the middle of the
night, her bed was also facing a full-length mirror. . .but hers was a much
scarier thing because while I saw no reflection in the mirror, what she saw the
image of a ghastly lady that resembling Sadako staring at her from inside the
mirror. He said his mom also could not move any muscle and felt helpless at the
situation. The mirror he was referring is no longer there and is already
covered in mantle in their storage. I later found out about the term sleep
paralysis, and that it should be nothing to be scared about…darn right. It’s
that state wherein we are awake but the signals cannot be transmitted to the
muscles so we are unable to move, and to which my friend’s mom’s case she was
just hallucinating. Yeah, I have been told and have read that mirrors are
portals and that positioning it right across your bed makes you vulnerable to
other dimensions, my bed in Bacolod has my late lola’s huge round mirror right
across it but I never experienced such things in my room…I experienced
something else…
Whispers in My Ear
This creepy unexplainable experience happed in my room in
Bacolod. So…I think there were only two or three of us in the house that day,
we’re usually nine if it’s a complete count. Anyway, I’m not sure how long ago
this happened, but that memory still gives me the chills every time I ponder on
the memory. Brrrrr! It was afternoon, right after lunch because I was having a
much unnecessary siesta that day, when all of a sudden I woke up to a whisper
right at my ear. I can’t recall if I was in the middle of a dream or something,
but I just remember suddenly opening my eyes because I can feel a breath of air
wafting at my ears trying to say some ancient language. Until now, I don’t know
what language it was…like a babble of a Gregorian chant, but not specifically
sounding exact. It’s like being in a classroom where everyone is mumbling all
at random and you can’t make out of one specific word, now imagine that chaotic
noise being whispered right at your ear by a collective of male voices and you
feel that tingle in your ear when someone whispers right next to your ears that
you feel the hairs vibrate. I just remember opening my eyes, scan the room if
anyone was there, jumping out of bed wondering if it was a bad joke or
something—BUT NO! The maids were also in their rooms asleep far from mine, my
parents were not in the house, my lola in another room also sleeping. . .so
yeah, that gave me really bad goosebumps when I realized it was not a normal
thing to happen to a person. My other lola died in my room back in 1997 and I
moved there after she died, and I smell the scent of roses at random times, but
at least it’s a comforting feeling…the voices weren’t. The fear was real. It
made me uneasy—and on top of that, it ruined my completely beautiful afternoon
nap!
When the Chair Moved on Its Own
This happened more recently, like several weeks ago, also in
our house in Bacolod. I know, there’s something in our house in Bacolod, but I
have to live with it since I live there at certain times of the year. This
time, it was in my parents’ room. Since they went out of town for the weekend
and I was sick with flu, I decided to vacate my room because my other lola
sleeps there now (I’ve accepted the fact that there will come a time when I’ll
be staying in a room where both my grandmother died,) and I wanted to be a
loner that night. Anyway, four of us were left in the house that night, and
roughly a few hours before my bedtime (usually around 12mn-2am) I was on my
mom’s bed playing with her iPod, suddenly I heard something fell from her desk,
like the sound of a small Tupperware falling. I stared towards its direction
and saw the office chair swiveling. It didn’t make a 360 turn, but I saw its
seat still moving, ever so slightly turning like someone just tapped it on to
one direction. I pretended to be brave and searched for the item that fell,
ever hoping that it was big enough to cause the chair to move—BUT NO! I checked
everywhere, from her desk to the floor as to what went missing, but everything
was in place. Grrrr…I stood up and left the room swiftly deciding that I should
sleep with my grandmother. To my luck, the door was locked…so I had to slap
myself and make sure that the moment I return to their room my eyelids were at
a point of a breakdown. I slept with the lights on that night…but nothing else
creepy happened right after. Right now…if I reflect on the incident, it still
gives me the creeps.
