Here are two of my ghost stories that happened during my childhood days in our province. I actually have several stories but I have to post it several times so you won't get bored reading my long stories. But first, pardon me if I will commit syntax errors, I'm not that good writing in English.
Both stories happened when I was still living in the province with my parents, circa 1980's. I used to live in a sleepy little barrio, an hour away from the big city. Back in 1980's only few privileged families has electricity in their home, and we belong to the less fortunate who couldn't afford to have one installed in our small house so at night, we use oil lamps as light.
One of our neighbors, the only family who had a television set around the neighborhood, would allow us to watch TV with them every time there are good shows or movies. So one night, me and my uncle went to our neighbor's house to watch a movie. The moon is full and the night is very bright so we don't need to carry a flashlight to light our way.
After the movie was finished, we went home (that time, my uncle was still staying with us). When I went to bed, the lights were already off but the moonbeam is seeping through our windowpanes so it's kind of bright inside my room. When I was about to sleep, I noticed a strange black thing beside my bed so I looked closer. It was a black, hairy hands with red long finger nails and it just seems to be resting just where I could see it! I felt afraid but at the same time, I was curious. I resisted myself to peek under my bed thinking I might see things I don't want to see, so I just moved farther from the hand and crawled under my blanket. When I woke up, it was already morning and the hand is gone. I never told anyone about this.
My second story happened maybe just a few months after the previous one. It was one moonless night and my father asked me to buy him some cigarettes from the only sari-sari store located a few houses away from our house. It was a pitch black night but since I know my way by heart, I didn't bring a flashlight. I was still in our front yard when I stepped on some loose stones so I fell face down. I was about to get up when just right in front of my face, I saw a smoke forming in shape of a dog. I couldn't believe my eyes because I'm sure that I'm all alone in that area.
Again, I felt so afraid. I wanted to go back home but not wanting to get my father angry, I bravely stood up (although my knees were shaking from fear) and ran towards the store. When I went back home, I ran as fast as I can so that I will not see that entity or whatever it was again.