I have been reading real ghost stories for quite sometime. I don't know why, but I found it very interesting though others think it's weird. But this is my first time to post my own experience which happens 8 years ago.
I was born and raised here in Baguio City and all those years of staying here we never actually owned a house (although we have have our ancestral home in the province) so we moved from one house to another due to certain reasons like because it's near our work area or because the house needs to be renovated and so on.
So, anyway, there's this one house that we moved in (I'm a single parent, by the way, with 3 kids so I had my mom and dad live with me to look after my kids if I'm at work). It was a 5 floor apartment and each floor has 3 doors. Although it's a little different because the top floor's the one you can see on the road, so from there you needed to walk down a long stairs to go all the way to the first floor (so, it's more like the first floor basement already). And from there, we occupied the first door which is the only vacant apartment at that time.
It was pretty dark in this apartment and it only have two rooms, so the one near the living room was for my mom and dad and the other, which is next to the bathroom and kitchen, was for me and my kids. Both rooms doesn't have any windows leading to the outside of the apartment, so basically we only have small windows at the top of the bedroom doors for ventilation which, at some point was okay with me since I was working in a web design company at a graveyard shift so I get to have a good sleep at a pretty dark room even if it's day time.
But things changed after a few days. First incident was when I was preparing to go to work one night. It's almost ten in the evening and everybody was already sleeping. I was sitting at the edge of my bed where my kids sounds asleep, door open and you can actually see the living room from where I am. I was holding a mirror putting some makeup on when suddenly, out in the corner of my eye, I saw a little girl in a white dress run from what I think from my mom and dad's room going to the corner of the living room. It went straight at the back of the sofa. I perfectly knew what I saw but didn't have the courage to go look at it and tried to just wash it off my mind. As I left the house, I just gave a little look at the back of the sofa (since I have to pass by it going to the front door) and when I found nothing, I just went to work and didn't think about it anymore.
Then my older brother came to visit us one day. Since there's only two rooms in my apartment, he slept at the sofa that night and the next day, as I went home around 8am, he told me he had a strange dream that a little girl in a white dress was running around the living room and stopped at the edge of the sofa and just stared at him. Though he said it was a dream, it hits me knowing the girl in her dream and the one I saw was identical. And from this, my mom and my eldest son told me they saw the same girl as well.
This thing doesn't bother me at all because it never did any harm to me and my family so I remained quiet about this because I don't want to scare my kids mostly. But the next thing that happened was really the one that scares me the most.
I came home from my regular shift one morning, had breakfast with the kids before they went to school and had myself ready to go to sleep. As I lay on my bed, I felt really strange because my room was colder than usual (Baguio City is located at the highland so we are surrounded by mountains and most of the houses and apartments are built at the mountains so it's always cool/cold in my city). So anyway, I just ignored it and went straight to sleep.
I was awaken by a very cold hand holding my feet. As I woke up, I tried looking at the edge of my bed only to see a woman standing in front of my build-in cabinet wearing black long dress and having such long hair staring straight at me. Though it's a little dark, light coming from the kitchen which goes through that small window at the top of my door had helped me identify the look of the woman. She was smiling... Not a friendly smile, it was an unbearably scary smile. Then in a split second, she was on top of me, sitting on my waist having her face really close to my face. I heard noises from our living room and identified one of the voices, it was my nephew, so, I tried to shout his name out loud but all that came out from me was a moan and I can't move my body at all. I did my best to get out of this situation until finally I was able to move my feet and right there and then, I woke up. I sat on my bed, scanned the whole of my bedroom and there's no one else there but me but the cold feeling was still there.
I was catching my breath and as I got out of my room to get myself a glass of water, there at the living room was actually my nephew, who had just visited us and having funny stories with my parents.
I didn't tell them about those things and we have already moved to a much nicer house but until this day, I still can't explain what happened. I never had sleep paralysis in my entire life until we move to this apartment. And this incident happened to me not once but for a lot of times that I end up sleeping with my door open all the time. But this is the most scariest experience I ever had.
Thank you for reading my story.