This is two different short stories that happened long ago.
The first story is about when I was a baby (less that 1 year old) so basically, I didn't really know what happened. My parents and my Aunt and uncle are the one's that told me this story.
When I was a baby, me and my parents live in the city called Manila in the Philippines. The house was big. And by big, I mean big enough to live by 3-4 family that time. There was 1 bedroom on 1st floor and 5 bedroom on 2nd floor. The house was big because my parents said my grandparents on my father side wish their kids to live together with their family in one house. My father has 6 other siblings so they are planning to build the house until 4th floor. At that time, the house only has 2nd floor and is still on construction little by little. The people who live there are my parents and other siblings of my father and their family. So basically we were like 8-10 people in the house.
Me and my parents are sleeping in one room on 2nd floor. They don't like the idea of letting me sleep on the crib by myself, so they said that when I was a baby, they usually put me in the middle of their bed when they sleep. Like my mom is on the right side of the bed, my father on left side, and I was on the middle. I don't know why they did that maybe I was their 1st child and only so...
One morning, when my mother woke up, she said that she was confuse and got nervous. Because when she woke up and look at the middle of the bed where I am, I was gone. My mother said that when she notice I am not on the bed, she got scared that maybe I might have fallen under the bed. So she quickly look beside and under the bed but I'm not there. She said that I was less than a year old that time, and didn't know how to crawl yet. So when she realize I was gone, she woke my father up. And of course, I was raised as daddy's girl so my father got frantic too.
They said that at that time, their 1st thought was one of his siblings or people in the house have taken me while they're sleeping. So they open the door of the room. The door was still lock on inside. They went to my father's siblings and wake them all up, each room (their room is also on 2nd floor), asking if they entered my parents' room and took me. And to surprisingly, all of the people in the house just woken up that morning and no one knows where I am. My parents got scared and that they thought that maybe I was kidnap or something. They said at that time they were planing to report it to the police.
But too strange, when my parents, uncles and aunts are going down the stairs to go to the 1st floor, they saw me sitting on a couch in the living room. And since I can't sit alone yet, they said that my back was sticking on the couch then, so that I won't fall from my back while sitting. They said that they saw me laughing, and looking at my right side staring like I was seeing someone or something beside me. And on top of that, I was holding a lollipop on my right hand while laughing.
My parents rush towards me and pick me up. The front door and gate of the house was still lock. No one can come in the house from the outside. Till this day, that experience remained mystery to them. Like how did I climb down their bed, open the door of their room, go down the stairs, climb on the couch and sit there? And most importantly, where the lollipop come from? Because at that time, nobody in the house has a lollipop at hand.
The second story is not about me. It's about my cousin on my mother side when he was 3 years old. I was in elementary at that time. Again, I don't know what really happened. My aunt, uncle, grandparents, and some people are the one who witness it. They only told me the story.
They said that one time they are on the beach swimming. Like you know, family bonding and stuff. They said that my cousin are playing in the sand with other children. And of course, adults have there own world, talking, cooking, drinking, and stuff, when one child came to them and said that my cousin has disappeared. They ask the child what do you mean disappeared? The child said that my cousin just run away, they didn't know why.
So they got confuse and tried to find him. They look and look and he's still missing. The beach is more like a private beach, not much tourist at that time they said so it should be easier to find my cousin in less people but they still couldn't find him. In the rest house, playground, washroom, cottage, they still couldn't find him. They even have thought that maybe he swim alone and might have drown. So they have someone look into the water too.
They were looking for like 30 minutes, when suddenly one of the rescuer said he found him. The rescuer was holding my cousin in his arms fully fine. My uncle and aunt hug my cousin and ask him what happen and where did he go? My cousin said that, "There's a white man, and he ask me to play with him. So I played with him." My aunt asked who's the white man? My cousin said he doesn't know, and that he said that he still want to play with the white man, but the man said to him that my cousin's parents are looking for him so he needs to go back.
The rescuer found my cousin standing beside the beach looking and staring at the sea, laughing and waving like somebody was there and he's saying goodbye, but there's nobody was there. And on his right hand, he's holding a lollipop. My cousin said, "The white man gave it to me."
Till this day, I was wondering... What's with the lollipop?