I was Nine years old this time, (This story happened in 2002) and I don't live in the Philippines anymore. I really am not that good in English, so bear with me.
Okay, I was nine years old when we moved to a new house in Santa Rosa Laguna. It's an old house and it turned out really creepy and dirty since no one lived there for a long time.
When we moved in I really didn't think of ghosts and other stuff, especially when my parents thought it's really a good idea to repaint the house.
The house is a tall two-story building. It really doesn't look like it's haunted or something. The house also has four bedrooms; One is for my father (Me and my mom used to sleep together), Second is my brother's Third is mine, and fourth is for our maid.
When you go upstairs there's a huge space in front of you. On the very right is my brother's. Beside my brother's is my my father's bedroom. The bathroom is inside the father's bedroom. And On the very left is my bedroom.
Sadly, we don't have any neighbors at all. The next house would be far from us, like maybe five more yards away. So you could say we live in a middle of nowhere.
No houses in front of us either, but just a huge tree.
So, back on the story. Our first year there is happy, but creepy stuff happened next.
One Evening, I was in my bedroom, playing doll. My mom and our maid is folding our clothes on a sofa in my bedroom. We were all minding our own business when suddenly there's a knock on the door. The maid opened the door, but no one was there. She went up, telling us no one was there. Just a minute later someone knocked on the door again. And another, and another. All of us froze, and our maid turned really pale. The knock stopped and we sighed in relief. But then several minutes later a someone knocked loudly and angrily on our door. We made sure the lights downstairs is closed, and so the lights upstairs, so that it looks like no one is home. 30 minutes later no one knocked, and we opened the lights. But then we heard noise from the Kitchen, like someone's eating. After that we heard pans and plates banging. We again turned off the light and locked the door. We started to pray, then 5 minutes later we opened the lights and unlock the door. Several minutes after we prayed, everything was back to normal.
The next morning we found nothing that's a sign of some robbery or something in our kitchen. And about the knocking, we don't think its probably a police guard trying to check us out, or some passerby playing a prank on us in the middle of the night.
Thank you very much for letting me share this story.