I'd like to share a story that was told to me when I was young and until now I can still remember it. It's a story about my father and how he was haunted growing up. He had a lot of experiences with the paranormal but I'll tell you about the time he almost died.
This story happened when my dad was in college and back then there weren't a lot of houses, most of the roads were made out of dirt, street lights didn't exist in some places and the native culture was still very strong. This was told to me by my uncle since he witnessed a part of it but I had to get my dad to tell me how the story began. So I'll tell you as how it was told to me by my dad first.
During this time my dad was a very active student council member in his school and would leave school really late up to the point that he would be the one closing the school. As my dad was closing up the school he heard the cry of a bird and he knew what it was and what it meant. It was a bird of the dead (I'm sorry I couldn't remember the exact name of the bird since it was in our indigenous language and I am not versed in it) and he knew that if its cries were loud it would mean that it's far away from you and if it was soft it means it is close to you and at this point it was getting softer. This bird haunted my dad growing up so he knew that if he heard it the dead weren't far off. He dropped every thing and didn't bother closing the gate properly and left the school immediately and ran to the street.
As he reached the street and was about to cross it he saw a car pass by and he felt really ominous about it since it was a hearse and the weird part was it had a dim glowing red light on the underside and inside of it like it had neon on it but it was moving really slow and it produced no sound at all as it passed him. He increased his pace moving as fast as he could and prayed at the same time. Soon after he heard a loud rustling and saw something that made chill run up his spine and raise the hair at the back of his neck. He saw a trees leaves spreading from the top like someone was spreading them evenly to the side from the middle and it was only that tree and there was no wind. He said he panicked when he started to see big hands doing it and this was a big tree. So he ran as fast as he could and at this point the birds cry was getting softer and almost gone.
As he reached their barangay (no English translation but its close to what people call a suburb) He looked back thinking that he would be safe but he was wrong. He couldn't hear the bird anymore but he could see dead people following him and calling out his name. So he ran as fast as he could until he reached their house.
This is the part that my uncle told me and my dad said that he could only remember up to this point and when he got in the house.
When my dad reached their house and opened the door to the living room all the family members that were present at that time jumped back in fear. They said that it wasn't my dad that made them jump back but what they saw behind him. They couldn't see its head from the door but it was a giant and it gave off a menacing aura. When my dad entered the living room and they said that he looked like he was almost dead. His skin was pale and his hair was all over the place like he got electrocuted and all his hair stood up. They got him to lay down when he got in and placed a rosary around his neck then the family started praying for him to keep him from harm. My uncle said they could hear people outside calling out my dad's name and they were telling them to let him out. My dad wanted to go out so my uncles and aunts forced him down but he was so strong that he almost overwhelmed them.
My Grandma was there when it happened and she told them all what to do and not to do. Now my Grandma was a very spiritual person and was well versed when it came to spirits. She went to the kitchen and took salt and made holy water. She then went outside and threw the salt and holy water at the spirits that were calling for my dad and told them to leave him alone. My uncle said that the spirits left that night with a cry and my dad was returning to normal but they still prayed for him until morning and my Grandma kept watch until then. After this my dad wouldn't stay at school late anymore and he doesn't stay alone at night. My mom and dad weren't dating when this happened but my mom said that when they were dating she would also hear the bird and my dad would always say that they're there again and it would freak my mom out since she believes in them as well.
My dad told me a lot of stories of his experiences growing up but this was the one he was reluctant to tell me. I know the story seemed far fetched and when I heard it I couldn't believe it either so I tried to investigate if it was true. So I asked around my family about it during a reunion and found that all the people that were there said the same story just as my uncle told me.
I hope you liked the story and Thanks for reading! ^_^