The Only Exception - My Paranormal Experience Part2

Before you start reading Part 2, I suggest you go back and read the first part of this story for you to better understand everything. The Only Exception - My Paranormal Experience Part1, here's the link to it: http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=24866:) Thank you. Okay, now read on.

After my parents learned of my 'sleepwalking episodes',that's when they started looking after me. Especially during at night when these episodes happen. The curious thing is I didn't experienced those 'sleepwalking moments' anymore. Nobody's calling my name every night anymore. I just sleep normal after that, no sleepwalking and no more of that weird dream where I'm at the beach with that faceless guy in a white suit, which later on became the face of my crush. So, I was happy. Even my family was relieved. It was just probably sleepwalking, though I never was a sleepwalker before, my first experience of it.

Around January the next year, 2015 if I recall correctly, my grandmother (father's side) bought a property near the beach. She bought a land which already have a house built on it. The land itself is quite large for her 3 kids to build their own house. Grandma Lucy wants her 3 children (including my dad) to live next to each other. We were torn whether to accept the offer. We like where we live, where my mother's relatives also are living, in a compound. But a new place, especially near the beach - less crowded and more relaxing, is a tempting offer. Grandma will give Father the house already on the property if we choose to transfer there right away. We'll be the caretaker of the property while my aunt and uncle haven't build their own house there.

Personally, I don't want to transfer there. When we visited the house, I'm not comfortable with living there. It has a negative vibe to it and it is surrounded outside with trees. Huge mango trees, acacia, coconut trees, and we only have one neighbor. The other houses were probably 30 meters away from the property. Its about 20 meters from the main road, with just a rough road going inside. From the main road, you cross the street and there's the beach. But at the back of our land is a rough road going up to the mountain. So, our house is situated between the mountain and the sea. It is really quiet and peaceful there. I told my parents I don't want to live there, but my siblings liked it. The house is much bigger than our nipa hut. We have two bedrooms and it made them really excited. Of course, my parents decision would be final and they decided to make the move. It's a fresh start for us, for everyone. It was the 8th of February when we moved from our old house in the downtown area, to our new house near the beach.

The day we moved, Father borrowed the tricycle (it's a mode of transportation here in the Philippines - a motorcycle with a side car where passengers seat) of mother's uncle. Our other things were transferred since the night before and once everything was transferred, the family rode the tricycle with my father driving. On the way to the place (it's 7 kilometers away from our old house), we almost had an accident. Just when we passed by the cemetery, our tricycle swerved and skidded down a slope, we were shouting and so scared. I closed my eyes and prayed hard. No, I don't want us to die. Please no, dear God! The trike stopped and hit a coconut tree. We were pretty much shaken, but really thankful we survived. No bruises, just a bit shaken and a few bumps on the head and other body parts when we hit the tree. My father called his friend who has a pick up truck and asked for us be fetched. His friend came and was the one to take us to our new home, while Father followed driving the tricycle. Father never knew what caused the vehicle to swerved, it was working fine before that. He just couldn't believe we almost got hurt, or could've died, the day we were suppose to start anew. The street where the cemetery is located though has a lot of history of accidents happening there, most of the people involved usually are not as lucky as us who survived. Most of them died on the spot, it's really a creepy place to begin with.

Now, life in our new house has been pretty uneventful. We got the house blessed by a priest a day after we finally settled in. We started to like the place. It's very different from our old place, it's very peaceful and relaxing. And we have a huge area to play. I am happy since I can finally invite my friends to come over, since we can finally accommodate visitors in our living room.:p We have our own bedroom here now. And I especially enjoy sleeping during weekends since I have the other room by myself. My siblings used to go to our aunt's house for a sleepover with our cousins during the weekend. For an eldest child with four younger siblings, having the room for yourself is really, heaven. So it was another weekend when I have the room by myself. I was lying in the middle of the bed, smiling to myself feeling really contented, when suddenly the left side of the bed sunk. My eyes went wide open. It really did sunk. Our bed has a soft mattress so if someone would sit or lie down on it, you will see it sink. Now it is really sinking like someone is sitting on it, but nobody is there! I was so scared. I tried getting up but I can't move. Someone is sitting next to me on the bed and I can't see it.It's moving closer to me and I was just lying there unable to do anything! The fingers of my hands seemed pinned to the bed, same with my feet. I can't even move or lift a single finger. Worst part, my hair were standing/raising like something is holding it. I was already crying but I can't shout or call my parents who are in the other room. I can't make a sound, nothing comes out of my mouth. I just froze crying, at the back of my mind I was praying that whoever or whatever it is that is with me that time don't harm me. And I prayed the 'Our Father' in my head. While praying, I was trying my best to lift one finger and finally manage to make a small sign of the cross. After which, I was released from whatever is preventing me from moving. And cried out, 'MAMA!'. So loud, it woke up my parents. They came rushing to my bedroom and seeing me crying so hard, sweating and in such a mess, asked me what happen? I just cried while hugging my mama. I told them what happen when I was calm enough to.

The following day, my parents called my grandmother (mom's side) to ask for help. They told her what happened starting from the day when we were still in our old house, from my sleepwalking and my dreams, until the recent encounter I have the previous night. It was my grandmother who thought an elemental might have taken a liking for me, which is not new in our family, she said. My mom's cousins had the same experience, the other one even bore children after the elemental tricked her into sleeping with her. According to Grandma, Aunt Cely was once a subject to an elemental love interest. She was already married then, and her husband is working in their farm. He leaves their house in the morning and comes home in the late afternoon around 5pm. Now the elemental tricked her by posing as her husband, going home during lunch time and allegedly making love to her during those times. It happened twice and even caused Aunt Cely and her husband to have a fight every time she insists he went home early that day to have lunch at home (when he brings packed lunch with him). They even separated because they keep on fighting about that. To make the story short, she gave birth to twins which old people are saying are fathered by the elemental because of their physical features and abilities. Anyway, that's another story to tell. So, as per my Grandma's advice, we'll get rid of the elemental they thought is following me around by asking the help of an 'albularyo' (witch doctor). My grandma will get the witch doctor from their province and bring her to our house.

That night, I was sleeping with my parents. My siblings are still with my aunt, so they have to sleep with me to make sure nothing creepy will happen. Oh, nothing happened that night, nothing that they actually see. But, in my dream... I was on the same beach, squatting down with those seashells around me. He is there, approaching me, using the face of my 'dream guy' again. I don't know why despite the physical fear I feel when I'm awake, in my dreams I feel so calm and at ease. We were talking like we were friends, talking like its normal between us. If I recall correctly (since this happened 12 years ago), our conversation in that dream went something like this,

(I already translated it to English though the conversation was in our local dialect)

ME: Why am I here again?

HIM: Because I called on you to be here.

ME: Why?

HIM: Because I like you.

ME: But I'm scared of you. I don't like you.

HIM: (smiling) I know, that is why I'm using this face every time we meet here for you not to be scared of me.

ME: Why can't you let me be and just leave me alone?

HIM: You know, in my kingdom I am the prince and everyone respects me and adores me. If you want, you can come with me and be my princess. I'll take care of you, you can have everything you want. You'll never be lonely.

ME: Can I bring my family?

HIM: No. I can only protect you. You can't bring your family.

ME: Then, I don't want to go. I don't want to leave my family.

HIM: Would you like to visit my kingdom before you decide? (He then reach out his hand to me)

I was about to hold his hand when I was woken up from the dream. My father was shaking me hard. He said I was turning and murmuring in my sleep. They woke up and saw me extending my left hand as if reaching out for something that's why my father shook me to wake me up. They asked me what my dream was about and I told them as I remember it. It was so clear to me that it seems like it was real and not just a dream. My parents thought it was a good thing they saw me and stopped me from touching him because it could have mean I was coming with him to his kingdom.

Morning came and my grandma arrived with the 'albularyo'. She performed a ritual to find out who is 'visiting' me. It's called 'pagtatawas'. It's a ritual where in, a basin is filled with water and while chanting words the woman will light a candle and pour/drop the melted candle wax in the water. Whatever is form in the water is the element that is visiting me. She said it's a tree spirit, which inhabited the old tree near the old house we used to live in. She also said the spirit followed me here, when we leave our old house, and that the spirit is a prince in their kingdom. I was shocked when she said that, because nobody told her about the whole encounter I have. She said in order to get rid of the spirit, we have to perform another ritual in the afternoon. Around 5pm, I have to leave the house, bring a bag containing my things, and while walking, throw salt on our roof. She said I should not look at our house while doing this, and whoever will call me I should never look back. This ritual she said, is supposed to mislead the spirit into thinking that I am leaving our house again and if he will follow he will get lost and will never find me again.

We did the whole ritual that afternoon. I must say I was scared of what the outcome will be and if it will be effective. What if the spirit will get angry and will cause even more harm to me and my family? But I have to do it, I just have to have faith and believe it will be successful. I went out of the house at exactly 5 in the afternoon, bringing with me my bag with some essentials like clothes and other things. I walked 3 steps from our front porch, paused and throw a handful of salt over my head to our roof, then walked as fast as I could. I heard a 'pssst!' sound like someone is calling me. My knees were shaking but I didn't look back and just continued walking. I went to my aunt's place and spend the night there. Bedtime came and I was so anxious to sleep, so many scary thoughts going through my mind. But eventually exhaustion won over and I fell asleep, not one bad dream that night. I was peacefully sleeping with my cousins.

Days passed and my 'elemental suitor' didn't visit me again in my dreams or when I'm awake. Weeks, months, years passed and I can truly say that I was able to lose him somewhere. The 'witch doctor'might be a good one, I thought. Sometimes, I wonder if everything did happen. Or was it real or just a dream and if it was just a result of my overly creative imagination. I was in my 1st year in College when I was paid a visit from my 'friend'.

I was studying in Cebu City, a two-hour drive from my city. I was renting a room in a boarding house that my father's boss owned. In our room, there were 4 of us girls. It so happen that one night, Saturday, I was left alone in the room. I have a CWTS class the next day so I didn't went home to our city like I always do. It must be my most stupid side working that time. I don't know what happen and what I was thinking that while trying to get my sleep, I was thinking of the 'spirit' which used to visit me when I was in high school and if he really was real and where is he right now. 'Be careful what you wish for', right after I was thinking that, the door of the room suddenly opened with a bang. Like someone kicked it to open, or a strong wind caused it to open. I was startled. Then I saw this shadow moving outside and come in my room. I hurriedly hide under my blanket. There was a loud tapping sound on the floorboard, since the second floor was made of wood, like someone heavy is walking towards me. I was now crying and praying 'Our Father', by the time I finished I can feel his presence hovering over me. I was on the lower bunk of the double deck and it feels like someone is watching me while leaning on the edge of the upper deck (I can feel the weight of it on my bed). Then suddenly, my blanket was removed from my face and I saw him, all that he is and what he really looks like. I shouted at the top of my lungs and the lights went on. I was all alone in the room, no one was there but me. That was my last encounter with him and after that I never saw him again. He never visited me in my dreams and thankfully I'm living peacefully now.

What I experienced is something really out of our dimension. It was unbelievable but it happen to me. It was an experience I was never happy to tell anyone about. It still gives me the creeps until now, but I just thought that it was a bad dream and it's all in the past. I may like reading horror and elemental stories and I may enjoy watching horror films and don't really get scared. But still, I don't want it to happen in my life. I don't want to experience something like that again. And I really hope it will not happen to me or anyone else I care about again. If you're wondering what he looks like, well, as far as I remember, his skin looks green, he's really huge with human-like face except there's something odd about him that I can't quite point out. His hair is long and really needs combing, ears are pointed, and on his head there's like twisted twigs (or horn) I'm not really sure since I saw him for a split second then he vanished.