Beneath the Pale Moonlight

In the Philippines, there’s this popular three-wheeled mode of public transport called the “tricycle.” It is the main means of transport in the province since it’s convenient and cheap.

I used to come home every weekend; I commute from Manila to province whenever I get homesick. My friends who live in the area would sometimes visit me whenever I am home. That night, one of my best buddies visited me. I was with my aunt and uncle. We decided to go to McDonald’s which is around 15-20 minutes away from home especially being that it’s late at night. We rode the tricycle. My uncle (my aunt’s husband) drove the tricycle and my aunt jumped at the back. My friend and I sat inside the mini vehicle. It was a long savannah and there’s nothing to see but darkness. The fields were black because there weren’t any lights. There’s nothing else to do but look around since talking isn’t an option due to the loud sound of the tricycle.

As I looked at the emptiness, I saw a lady floating on the savannah. I was so sure about it but I didn’t say anything because mockery sometimes makes you doubt yourself, I don’t want to doubt myself. I hate being mocked for believing in ghosts so I kept quiet. When we got home, I saw my friend and he was pale, like dead pale. He is of darker complexion so it was kind of freakishly obvious that I had to ask what’s wrong. He didn’t say anything. I had to press him more and there, he asked me, “didn’t you see that?” I asked him what was I supposed to see out there and he said, “the lady!” I was shocked because he saw her too! We couldn’t believe that we both saw a whitelady and both of us chose not to react immediately.

I had a validation from him that I wasn’t imagining things. She was indeed floating and faceless. I also didn’t describe what I saw, he did! I waited for him to tell me everything he could remember and I am so sure we saw the same ghost. I couldn’t have been wrong since I have 20/20 vision then. I was just scared to be mocked.

This experience totally creeped me out that whenever I travel alone, late night to the province, passing the same savannah, I needed to close my eyes. This experience gave me an eternal fright!

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Stealing Mangoes

I was young but not that young to not remember clearly what happened. There’s this one big empty house owned by my mother’s aunt that’s open for family, or at least to those who were asked to care for it and in that case, our family was. We don’t roam around the house. We only go to the backyard or the laundry area; it is very rare that we enter the house.

There’s this Indian mango tree behind the house. It was very rich in fruits. The fruits were within my reach despite being tiny since I was only 11 at that time. While I was about to pick the fruit, as I was reaching over, I heard a loud, “pssst”! I looked around and no one’s there, it couldn’t have been from outside because they couldn’t see me as I was inside a tall-fenced lot. So I reached over again, and yes, another loud pssst! I panicked not because I feared an authority figure but because that tree had been rumored to be haunted although I didn’t quite believe it (at that time).

I repeated the process few more times and the sound just became louder. My 11-year old me reacted bravely, like, “that’s it!” I had to run circling the entire yard and saw that no one was there. I had to go inside the house and yes, only Inay (my grandma) was there and she’s half-asleep watching a teleserye, I would bet that it’s Ana Luna!

Anyhow, she couldn’t have made that piercing sound because it sounded strong and sturdy; Inay’s voice isn’t like that. The decibel of the loudest sound she could emit was very far from what I heard. Realizing that I can’t explain what’s happening, I figured there’s only one thing a child can do and that is to run!

Moral of the Story: “Thou shall not pick fruits from your neighbor’s tree”

Side note: Inay passed away on the 27th (last Friday)  – no one can vouch for my story anymore 😦

 

The Midnight Singer

Since it’s almost Halloween, let me share three of the scariest supernatural incidents I have encountered in my life. I personally used to not believe in ghosts because I was very sheltered growing up and I was not exposed to such until I have experienced them personally.

Here goes my first story, the Midnight Singer:

I was spending my weekend in our province. I was staying at my grandfather’s (Itay’s) house to visit him, it was past midnight and I was in the living room watching whatever’s still on, I think Inay (my grandmother) wasn’t there as she used to spend a lot of time at my uncle’s house in Bulacan.  Itay was for sure awake as he was feeding the hogs in our backyard. My uncle and aunt were asleep. We were all minding our own lives, doing our stuff until we hear a loud humming, female voice, “hmmm hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm hmmm, hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm” to the tune of that famous lullaby being hummed instead of sang. I ignored it because it could easily be just my aunt trying to scare me. But the sound has gotten louder and colder so I ran towards my aunt’s room only to bump with the three of them by the corridor.

Itay was rushing to scold me for the noise late at night (automatically assuming it was me), my aunt and uncle were kind of scared, running towards the living room trying to find comfort from a housemate perhaps? Hehehe, whatta wuss!

As for me, I was running like crazy towards them because I know it was not me and yes, the sound seemed to come from my area.

We were all stunned. We didn’t know how to react because we were all scared at that time. It also occurred to us that we heard the humming as if the person was beside or behind us. It was loud from everywhere, like Dolby Surround Sound!

My grandfather being old and wise ignored it. Me? I wasn’t able to sleep soundly for nights and as for the couple, I wouldn’t know. We live in the province, we are kind of used to supernatural but this firsthand experience drove me nuts.