My story happened last 2003 in my grandparents' house. Every weekend we always stayed in our grandparents' house to spend the quality time with them and with my other relatives. Until something weird happened to me.
After we eat our lunch me and cousins went to the 2nd floor of the house to watch some movies. But because I feel sleepy I told to my cousin "lenlen" that I'm just going to sleep in one vacant room of the house (to be specific in our auntie's room who is in abroad).
When I got there I fell asleep so easily, without knowing that I'm already sleeping more than an hour. And the weird things happen during I'm still asleep.
They said that it's already 4 in the afternoon when my cousins are done watching the movie and so they decided to wake me up to take our snacks (meryenda). They said that the room (where I am sleeping) is empty. And they check the other rooms but still they can't find me. So they thought I already went down and play with my other cousins.
Until the dinner time came and everyone in house is already scared because they can't find me anywhere. They already ask for assistance from the 'barangay tanod' to look for me.
Meanwhile...in our grandparents' house one of my uncle went up to the 2nd floor because he said that he heard some noise in my auntie's room (where exactly I fell asleep). And to his surprise he saw me lying in the bed and still sleeping. But he got a little bit scared because he saw me sleeping in a very straight position like a dead one. So he just shout and call the attention of the other members of our family.
When I got conscious, they demanded me to change my clothes and burn it. Because they believe that the 'engkanto' is the responsible of what just happened to me. And they said that I am lucky enough to survive this kind of experience.