I currently live in Manila and whenever I go to my hometown, I don't sleep in my own room and this is the reason:
Back when I was a teenager, we had to move to a new house because my grandmother whom I was currently living with that time decided to sell her house because she wanted to live near my aunt's house, her daughter. Since my grandmother's new house was still under construction that time, she decided that we stay in one of the units of my mom's apartment. My mom and dad are currently working abroad and they were fine with the idea.
The apartment unit had 3 rooms. 1 big room and 2 small rooms. My grandmother and grandfather stayed in the big room. My 2 sisters stayed in one small room so I stayed in the other small room. My room was at the center of the unit. It has 1 window where I can see the empty lot besides our apartment.
During my stay there, whenever I sleep, I always dream of an old lady. She's always smiling at me and what she does was sweeping something using the "Walis Tingting". I do not recognize her and I tried to ask my grannies if they know someone like her and we even tried to search her face in some of my grandmother's old photo albums. What was even worse was that I even got sick the first time I dreamed of her.
My grandmother is a very religious person so she gave me a rosary for my protection. I of course accepted it and even prayed using it but I still continued dreaming about her, same face, same scenario of sweeping with a walis tingting. That was when we decided that I stay with my 2 sisters. The dreaming stopped.
2 months after, my grandmother's new house was now ready for us to stay there. I thought I have already forgotten about her. But no, in my own room in that new house, I dreamed about her again. That time, the feeling was worse, I also felt that someone was watching my every moves.
The day after, no second thoughts, we decided that I sleep in my sisters' room.
There was a time when we had a visitor from Manila. My grandparents let him sleep in my own room in that house. The strange thing was when he told us the next morning that he was not able to sleep comfortably in that room because he felt that someone was looking at him. That was when we knew that there was really someone or something there. We do not know who or what was it but we knew it exists.
Up until now that I'm already in my 20s, I still feel weird whenever I go in my own room in that house. I do not know why but what is important for me is to be with my family despite my busy schedule here in Manila. By the way, I still sleep in my sisters' room.