It's been more than a decade since the strange incident in my friend's granny's house, but I can still remember the minutes of one of the most heart-pounding experiences that I've ever had.
Mind you, I'm not one to believe in ghosts. Honestly, I've never even seen floating orbs or human-shaped smoke, ever. I'm a skeptic by nature. My mom told me though that there was a time when I actually saw a tall dark figure but I must have been to young to remember. I'll tell you about it on another post.
Anyway, during my sophomore years, me and my classmates formed a band. It was summer. There were five of us, and we were looking for a good place to rehearse in. Jason offered us his grandmother's house, which was really old, try 50 years old. Grandma was planning to spend the week in her sister's house so we have the house all to ourselves.
We didn't have any problems for the first three days and nights but on the fourth night, that's when things got more...interesting.
We didn't sleep on the bed, instead we laid a mattress on the floor. The bedroom was huge. The door was on one corner and grandma's bed was placed on the northern wall. On the eastern wall, just across the door to the room, was a huge shelf, about 6 and a half feet tall. It was covered with glass panels. Inside it where miniature statues of different saints, which grandma collected (it's a Filipino thing). In the center, poised like it's the most important decoration of the lot, was a one foot tall, wooden, carved statue of the Virgin Mary.
We laid on the mattress placed about four feet away from the shelf. Alex was lying closest to it, then I was lying beside him. Next to me where the other two guys and last was Jason himself.
Alex woke me up at around 1AM, he was nervous and he said that he couldn't sleep. I told him to try to and then I went back to sleeping. Not more than half an hour later he woke me up again and he said that he couldn't sleep and that he thinks that the statues are looking at us. Annoyed, but just a little bit freaked-out by what Alex said, I woke Jason up and asked him if there was anything weird about his grandma's house. He just looked at the shelf and shrugged, like he knows it, like he's experienced it several times. Alex looked at me nervously and begged me to switch places with him. I hesitated, but I did.
I tried to sleep, but I can't seem to. I suddenly felt heavy and my chest tightened. It seemed like everything suddenly became quiet. All I can hear was Alex's breathing, and from the sound of it I can tell that he's shaking. Then it happened. At first I thought that it was just my imagination, but I heard a faint tapping on the glass panels, like tik,tik...tik,tik,tik...something like that. I was too afraid to open my eyes. I just pretended that I was already asleep, hoping that whatever it was will go away. It went on for a couple of seconds then I felt a pressure on the mattress right in front of my face, like there was something heavy placed on it. It brushed the skin on my cheek and it felt solid and cold. Reflexively, I opened my eyes and I was looking at the shelf. To my shock, the statue of the Virgin Mary was gone. I looked at the other guys and apparently Alex's eyes were open and he was also staring at the shelf.
I woke Jason up to ask him what was going on, he sat up and explained to us like a dad explaining puberty to his kids that it was nothing harmful, and that it normally happens when there are new people in the house. We never found out where the statue went but grandma never asked us where it was when she came back anyway.