I would like to first make a brief introduction about my grandmother. She is a very spiritual person. She believes in God and is very religious but at the same time, she also believes in elemental and supernatural beings. When I was a little kid, I kind of thought of her as a little odd and not someone whom kids would love to have as a grandmother. But as I grow up, I begin to believe that most of the things she said are real.
This story happened in our house in Cavite at around April, 2007. Our house is somewhat eerie and I've heard stories about our place from the neighbors. However, for me, it's my comfort zone.
My grandmother that time was already very sick. She had gone through 3 strokes and her age was already taking a toll on her health. Our garage was converted into a room since all the rooms in our house are located on the 2nd floor and my grandmother could no longer go up and down the stairs. My uncle was staying with her and both the TV and radio were running overtime (as that is how my grandmother prefers her surrounding to be). The noise from her room was faint yet audible in my sister and my room upstairs and I have been so used to it that I can already sleep through the night with that as a background.
This one particular night I woke up at 3 am to the sound of a lonely melody being sung in high pitch by a beautiful voice. It was a lovely song and the woman's voice was lovely too, but it was very sad and ethereal. It was very clear but I dismissed it as just another sound from grandma's room and went back to sleep.
On the second day, I woke up to the same music at the same time but it sounds much clearer now. This time I went down to see if it's really from my grandma's room. The moment I set foot on the third or fourth step of our stairs (I can't remember the exact number of steps), it stopped and I could no longer hear it. I went back to our room and there it was again as if it's only audible in my room. Strange thing is, my sister seems to be undisturbed by what I'm hearing. I told my parents about it and they decided to sleep in our room.
On the 3rd day it happened again. I woke up at 3 and started humming to the tune of the lonely lullaby. I'm fully aware of what I was doing and my dad woke up quite creeped out at seeing me sitting on the bed humming a strange lullaby. He tapped me hard and shouted "hoy!" which woke my mom up too. They thought I was in a trance but I told them I decided to sing to it because it's so beautiful I wanted to remember it in the morning.
On the fourth day the unthinkable happened. The song didn't play, but about 5 am my uncle started calling out to my dad and I rushed to the stairs only to see my dad carrying my grandmother who was wide-eyed and frozen. My uncle said she choked and stopped breathing. She was rushed to the hospital and was confined in the ICU. Three days later, her sons decided to let her rest.
We did not return home for a week. We decided to stay in Guadalupe where her wake was held. I'm still living in the same house and I don't really mind the other unseen beings there. But up to this moment I'm still wondering if the death singer was a banshee.