This happened way back 2010. We used to have a houseboy named Zaldy. He's my mom's father side uncle. He came home too late one night, and made my mom too mad. She asked Zaldy to pack his things, and go out of the house, not to return anymore. Zaldy is mad. We have a resthouse in Olongapo which Juliet, Zaldy's Sister, is taking care of. My mom ordered her not to let Zaldy in the house, and even in one of the vacant apartments we own. We found out that Zaldy sought refuge in one of his co-Iglesia ni Cristo's house. Zaldy died 3 days after due to a car accident.
Here goes the scary story:
At around 2:30 am, I was talking on the land line downstairs, just wearing my boxers. Upstairs are my parents in the Master's, my sisters in their room, and my 76 year old grandma who is too weak, and cannot walk anymore, with 2 care givers. They're all sleeping. My grandma is on a hospital bed with an opening at the right-side, foot end. A chair is blocking the opening, with 2 pillows and the TV remote. Her shoes, are under the bed.
2:45, the 2 care givers screamed, which alarmed me. Halfway the stairs, I saw my grandma, going down, right hand holding the railings, and the left hand, is as if someone is helping her go down. (it was Zaldy who's taking care of her before). I thought everything is fine, then I went back to the phone.
2:47, I felt a cold gust of wind at my back
2:49, the dogs are howling like hell. The girl I was talking with on the phone told me to check on the dogs, they're howling differently. I said, it's nothing.
2:55, the maids sleeping on the quarters are running up, crying, screaming and terrified.
3:00, my mom woke up crying, saying she saw Zaldy walk up to their room.
Could that be Him? Or what?