After a short period of time, I have found myself again in front of my netbook, writing a story which is basically and exactly happened in my life for quite long years ago. Actually, I really have planned to tell and write this horrifying story of mine but I am hesitant to do this because I feel frisson and trembling every time I remember it.
Ever since when I was a little child, I admit that I am a coward person. I don’t want to be alone especially in the dark, but I fond of watching horror and suspense films which leads me to become more and more cowardice. Wish not to remember those sleepless nights because it scared me too much, but I decided to share it to the readers and it all started when my grandmother died.
Year 1975, and I was only 7 years old then when my grandma passed away. We lived in 20th Avenue in Quezon City, renting a quite big house for only 150 pesos a month. We have stairs in our house wherein when my grandma was still alive every time she goes upward to make some rest in her room,( in her room there was her antique brown wardrobe), we noticed that her leg make some noise but not too loud. She was also fond of listening the drama over the radio entitled “mga mata ni anghelita”. She was also smoking, and her cigarette was Alhambra matamis (the long brown sweet cigarette). That was her characteristics on what I have remembered when she’s still alive… As far as I know, I am a grandma’s girl, that’s why I feel so sad when she got sick and almost not eating her meal. One night, I go up in her room to bring her 3 pcs. Chicken feet adobo, I asked her condition and she said not better, she also taunted me saying that if she’s going to die she will pull my leg. I cried a bit and told her not to say those things. She pampered me for a while, wiping my tears and saying “I am only kidding”. Until one morning, I heard my mother was crying because my grandma passed away. After days of her wake and burial were the start of our fearful nights, just the typical belief of man that the dead will return that was our belief also during that time. Every day, because of our cowardliness, we (my family) are all sleep and wake up together. Almost every night, when we are all preparing ourselves to sleep, we heard the noise of her feet climbing the stairs, and also we heard the noise on her wardrobe that seems somebody opened it, considering no other person in our house would do that matter. Besides we are all coward and no guts to make some jest. We also noticed one day that her favourite drama in radio would air without anybody opened it. Aside from that, I saw the fume of cigarette passing on my face without anybody smoking during that time. The most frightening night when one of my brothers saw my image, that according to him, I am sitting in front of him while he was lying down for sleep, asking me “what are you doing there? Can’t you sleep also”? When he gets up and going to hold me, my image disappear and change the image of my grandma, He screams because of that incident and the rest was history, and I don’t remember how it stops and how we overcome our fearfulness.
Years had passed, I was in my 3rd year in high school then and we transfer in Project 4, Quezon City during that time. I assumed those sleepless nights will not happen anymore but I was wrong because indeed it happens again. One very early morning, it was around 4 o’clock I am taking a bath preparing for school, it was very dark in our comfort room because the bulb was defective. So I didn’t fully close the door to pass the light of the kitchen to the rest room. When I finished taking a bath and have to dress myself, I took a glance on my shadow and it looks like I have a horn, like a horn of the devil and wearing a cape like a cape of Batman. I immediately go out from the comfort room and very scared on what I saw; I decided not to tell it to my family and assumed that it was only a perceptual experience of seeing. Other scary moments I have encountered there, when I was alone in our house and it was around 6 pm just woke up then, and when I turned on the light of ‘the eye’ image of Jesus Christ, (the big portrait frame which given to me being gift by my neighbour) I looked at it and noticed that the image angrily staring at me. Nothing to do but to scream and sallying so fast. I ignored what I have experienced and presuming that it was nonsense. Months had passed, one of our family friend died and my brothers attend to his burial, in the evening only me and my mother was left in the house, while were lying down preparing to sleep, I didn’t know that my mother was also staring in the louvered window, until I heard her voice asking me “have you see what I see?” I feel trembled that night because all what I saw was not only a vision; the reality was it all seen also by my mother. What we saw was the image of owl with a very big eye, and then little by little it changes into an old man with a very long beard. My mother and I was so scared and hurriedly decided to go out and follow my brothers in the funeral parlour in which our friend was lay there. We told everybody there what we saw and I grab the opportunity to tell the previous incident that happened in me in that house. Our nightmare strikes again, I am not only the one nor my mother experienced the quivering sensation, almost every day my family experienced the thriller nights. Every time we sleep we heard the sounds walking in our façade, a very slow walk and seems wearing a high heeled shoes and it stops walking when it is in the front of our opening door. There was a night when it happens again, my brother peeking into the window to know who is that person always walking in our façade, but he sees nothing…Advantage was, my 4 brothers grown brave not like me a coward one. Another incident that my mother and I have experienced there was, when one of my brother clashed to an accident. It is around 9 in the evening that time and were having a conversation about the accident of my brother, and then all of a sudden I saw the immediate appearance of a big head peeking on our door. My mother asked me, “Did you see it?” I told her, “So did you see it also? I presume that I am only the one who sees it”. One of my brother go outside and search what is it, but again he seen nothing. One night again, we didn’t hear the walking of the mysterious thing in our façade but suddenly the same mysterious walk was in the roof that time. My brother was shouting it, “who are you”?! Nothing replies but the walk, we didn’t hear the jump but we noticed he stops walking at all. We don’t know what happen that time, we are not yet engage in God’s words, we assume that those frightful thing was only a lost soul finding his home.
Years had quickly passed, and on that same house we have rented, are also the time when finally God bring us one by one into His fold. We have noticed that no more eerie things happened, and almost we forgot the fearful nights. Until we vacate the house and we transfer to Olongapo City, luckily we didn’t experience any mysterious things in our new place, but what we have experienced there was the Mt.Pinatubo eruption, until we vacate it and the rest was a history again…
Year 1994, when we transfer to Valenzuela City, my Aunt invited us to dwell in their compound because that time, my brother has no job anymore for the Subic base was no longer connected in the Philippines. And that was the reason also why we vacate our place in Olongapo and we decided to accept the offer of my aunt. Until only me and my mother was only left in Valenzuela, my 2 preacher brother was assigned in different provinces as their mission, while my other brother was with bro. Eli in Pampanga and his family also resides there, and the other one was working in Nueva Ecija. I started to enter the ministerial class and become a worker in our church. Year 1998 and I was 30 years old then when I started to handle the live indoctrination session every night, and I was assigned in different places here in Metro Manila. Good thing, one of my aunt, cousin and her 2 year old daughter joined me and my mother in our house so that my mother has a companion every time I am out in our house. I was so busy and tired with my assignments every night, and there’s no room to remember the past fearful days in our life.
The place of my aunt were like in a field; our neighbours are rare and far from our place. In the evening was very dark in that place because of no available lamp post. Until one night when I went home from my destination, it was past 11 in the evening, it was a long walk before I reached our house. While I am approaching near on my aunt’s compound, I saw my male cousin alone drinking liquor under bamboo tree. I am cogitating that he is so vicious because even he has no drinking companions he used to did that way and considering what time is it. Until I finally reached our place, I take a look to my cousin just to greet him but when I looked him; I saw nothing only the bamboo tree and the bamboo bench, no bottles and glass of wine and no sign of drinking session there. I feel that my face was thick and I quiver because I am scared again, Running too fast in our house and rapidly knocking in our door. My very loud knocks awoke my mother and asking me why I knocked that way, I told her because of a “call of nature”. The mysterious things happened again in me not only once but many times. I saw many scary images every time I went home from my indoctrination session. One night after I and my niece attended the birthday of bro. Daniel in Roosevelt Avenue, my lady co-worker goes home with us, she wanted to experienced what I have been seen in our place. And when we reached our place, but quite far in our house, while we are walking and laughing together because of the enjoyment in the party, I saw a white reflexion amidst the very dark place; it looks like a lady veiled a white blanket. I don’t know why the two of them are become silent, they not talk and laugh at all. When we are near in front of the white reflexion, it disappears little by little until finally out of my sight. “Good enough I have my companion” I whisper… I don’t know what would happen to me if I am the only one who encounter this scary moments amidst of a very dark place.
My niece which is the member also in our church joins us in sleeping in our house. While were lying in mattings, I asked them ”why both of you are stop talking and laughing a while ago?”. My co-worker said, “I know sister we both seen what I’ve seen. I know you’ve seen it because you’re too quiet also. The reason I preferred to be silent is just because we don’t want to run”. My niece said, ”you’re right sister, I saw a white lady! What you have been saw was all clear on my sight”! “So did you believe in me now? I uttered…All what I’ve told you are not lies and not invented stories only. I told them one by one what I have been encounter in our place ever since I handled the live indoctrination every night I went home. My mother, cousin and aunt hears my scary story and share also what was they’ve experienced in our place. Until we are all fallen sleep together.
The history repeat itself, here it goes again: when I’m knocking in our door one night, I saw the image of my mother sitting in front of our dog’s house, laughing silently while covering her mouth “what she is doing there I thought” and when I’ve turn on my keychain light and focus it to her direction, what I’ve seen was only our sleeping dog. I knock again rapidly in our door and my mother opened it, asking me again what all was about. I tell the story in the morning, and my aunt told us, a few weeks ago she saw an old man inside our house sitting in our sofa but when she looks again the old man disappear. And according to her that was also the reason why her grandchildren got sick because she saw also a ghost. I forced myself not to believe in her story, but what can I do?, it also happened in me not only in that place and also years ago when I am still young.
I am beginning to be worried and stressed, and started asking why all of those things happened to me? Since I was a little child I have been encounter those eeriness and considering was now a servant of God scariest things still frightening me. Sleepless night strikes again, almost did not sleep because of fearfulness, almost did not pray at night because of fright. Every time I have my indoctrination schedule, I didn’t goes home, I spend my nights in workers barracks in Quezon City and due to my sleepless nights, the result was insomnia and nervous, my face is so haggard and I am thinning.
I am so worried because of the thought that I maybe not really a servant of God, because all what I know the servant of God did not see and did not encountered anything scary. I talked to my brother Alex that time and told my story to him, He advices me not to be scared, instead just pray…pray… and pray… According to him, the devil wants me to stop doing God’s will that’s why he uses all what he knows are the best way to stop me for doing good. He also mentioned maybe triumph for Satan because he prevents me to pray every night because of fear. So he emphasized and reiterated not to stop praying, not to be scared, our God was powerful than Satan he said. “Don’t let Satan ruin you”! He stated in a powerful voice…
I thanked him at least his piece of advice alleviates my feelings, and for my complete satisfaction I made a request to him, to tell also my story to bro. Eli so that our preacher make some topic about what I have been experienced and helps me totally healed through the words of God he will going to teach.
Months had quickly passed, the much awaited topic I have been requesting was being preached by bro. Eli himself in our thanksgiving. I was so happy when He grants my request. He reiterated that in our world, there was a bad spirit because there is the devil that wanted to destroy us. And often times Satan used the ideas and beliefs of man in “aswang, multo, manananggal etc.” But there’s no such term in the bible like what I’ve mention. He also emphasizes that dead will not ever come back; it is being used also by Satan so the people will keep tight the belief on returning the dead. As what the bible said:
JEREMIAH 22:10
Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away: for he shall return no more, nor see his native country.
ECCLESIASTES 9:5-6
For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.
ECCLESIASTES 9:6
Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion forever in any thing that is done under the sun.
Bro. Eli said, “Once your loved ones has passed away, he/she will not return in your house the one you see in your house was not your mother or father etc., instead it is the bad spirit that Satan used to copy the image of your loved ones”. I can’t forget the story he told to us during his preaching and he is referring to his house help and he is also a brother in faith. One day when this brother (we call him giant) cleaning the room of bro. Eli, he saw his self in front of the mirror staring at him, standing and in cross-armed position but the image is far different from his position because the real him was cleaning the mirror. He shout aloud saying: tarantado ka takutin mo pa ako!! Another story he told us was when his assistant typing a document in typewriter, every time he pressed the keypad of the typewriter he hears the delayed tick sound, he repeated pressing only one keypad and he hears another single delayed tick sound again. He intentionally press the keypad too speed and he hears again the too speed delayed tick sound.
Bro. Eli himself experienced the same mysterious thing; according to him one day when he was alone in his room he heard a voice calling him “Inkong”! He hears it three times ascending, he search where was the voice coming from and who owns that voice. But he seen nothing. He realized that it was a bad spirit trying to fright him, but Satan was barking the wrong person he said, of course we applaud too loud on what he is saying during that time. Bad spirit cannot triumph over bro. Eli because we know that the spirit of God dwells on bro. Eli’s heart, he is more powerful than the bad spirit that trying to provoke him. I cannot remember all what he was teaching us about bad spirit, but for me the stories he told us gave me totally peace because now I know I am not the only one who experience those matter and never presuming again that I am not from God.
One thing I have remembered in his preaching and inspires me so much when he read:
I JOHN 4:18
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.
After I hear this verse I have made the assessment, the reason why I was so scared every time I’ve experienced the provoking of bad spirit in me like seeing the different eerie things before, was I have no perfect love yet, because perfect love casteth out fear like what the I John 4:18 said. Now I know bad spirit was very common, it is not impossible if I saw again the image of whatever or whoever, one thing is sure it is good to know if I am not scared if ever I saw it again, meaning I achieve now the perfect love that the bible instructed us.
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