I was about 4 or 5 years old when this happened in my grandmother's old house in Paranaque when I still lived there. And I will never forget it. My favourite toy then was an electric blue rocking horse that my dad bought for me. I could play with it all day. I even had this habit of dragging it around the room whenever I was riding it which made my dad and grandmother upset because the horse would leave scratches on the floor. Every 12 noon time, my nanny would come in to put me to sleep. If no one put me to sleep, I'd just play and tire myself. I was a very active brave kid.
One afternoon, when it was time for me to sleep, my nanny just came in for a while then had to leave and help out in the kitchen. I was restless and wide awake. I stared at my blue rocking horse while it was on the opposite corner of the room from my bed. I couldn't believe my eyes when it suddenly started to move and drag itself halfway through the room as if someone was really riding it, but no one was there! It stopped after about 30 seconds or so. I was scared to exit the room so I just decide to stay in my bed and wait for my nanny to come back. I froze. When my nanny came back, she was startled to see the horse out of its rightful place. She thought I played with it again.
After telling her what happened, she didn't believe me. Only my grandmother did. It was usually just my grandmother who believed me then. This was not my first encounter growing up in that house. Everyone else in that house has their own experiences. Whether they live there or they were just visiting.
I'll be posting more of my experiences and my family's in other entries.
Feel free to comment. I just hope whatever rode my horse was not evil.