Greetings YGS members. I have been reading a lot of stories on this site and inspired me to share my own experiences. But first, let me tell you a little about myself. I am a 29 year old Filipino American working in a publishing company here in the Philippines. The story that I am about to share isn't about my workplace even tho I've heard a lot of ghost stories about our building. But it's about what happened to me when I was 9 years old in our province.
I used to have a twin brother and we would share everything together from clothes to rooms and toys. Even tho we looked totally alike, we each have different personality. He would always be the tough one and I'm (shamefully admitting) always the cry baby one. Until that fateful day when he was taken away from us. As far as I can remember, my mom went to pick something up in the store while me and my brother were waiting inside the car when another car rammed into us. Long story short, I survived and he didn't. My parents were devastated. I don't even know how they managed to get through with the funeral with them seeing my brother inside the coffin.
A month or so after the funeral, I would feel this presence inside our room. Immediately I would tell myself that it's him visiting me. Our nanny would be mad at me when she would find all the toys in my room scattered on the floor. And I remember telling her that it was brother who did that and not me. From that time on until I grew up, that presence would follow me.
I remember being a teenager, stupid as I am, began hanging out with a not so good group. We would party, drink alcohol and smoke cigarettes (yup even mjs). I remember we were having a session in the house of one of my friends when I clearly saw an apparition of my brother standing in the hallway looking at me. I just quickly bolted out of the house upon seeing him.
I moved to Manila after graduating high school to pursue my college degree. I was sleeping in my boarding house and having this dream which had my brother in it. In my dream, I was talking to him but I can't understand any word he's saying. The only thing that I understood was when he told me to wake up in which I did and found out a small fire started inside my room. I quickly put out the fire which was caused by some faulty wiring. It looks like he's still looking out for me even from the other side. I finished college and landed a good job. I would still feel his presence and would dream about him. But everytime that I would start a conversation with him, it's like he would just disappear.
Sorry for the lengthy post and I hope I didn't bore you with my story.
Thanks for reading!
I'm sorry about your brother.
I was just wondering if he also do that to your parents?