This one happened when I was already at U.S. I used to live in the Philippines but I moved to the United States when I turned 13. I didn't want to leave but I had to so I did. Anyways, here's my story.
My family and I stayed at a hotel, which was rumored of being haunted, the first week we arrived at U.S. My mom wanted a family bonding or something like that. I didn't really appreciate that because I was the kind of person who only liked to go out with friends.
During the second day of our stay, my mom (likes to go out all the time) suggested we go around the town and just explore the city. Everybody else was okay with it but me. I knew that if I told her I didn't want to come she'd still make me, so I told her I wasn't feeling well and that I'd like to stay. My mom believed me but she wanted to stay because she didn't want me to be alone. I reassured her that I'd be fine and after a couple of minutes, she agreed and they left.
I was feeling good because I had the whole room to myself. I felt kind of bad, but I figured what's the point in brooding over it, I couldn't take it back. So, I grabbed the remote and searched for something to watch but like most hotels, there was not a single channel that made me interested. I dropped the remote without turning the television off and walked to my luggage to look for my P.S.P. I managed to find it, but the batteries ran out during our drive to the hotel and the charger was in the car.
Disappointed, I turned back to the television, but to my surprise, it was off. I didn't even hear it go off and I knew I didn't turn it off, but I decided to ignore it. As a last resort, I grabbed a magazine and flipped through it. After a couple of minutes, I came across a page with two words that were cut out. I figured it was some kid who messed with it. The magazine kept me busy and it made me forget about the whole television incident.
I was reading an article, when the sound of glass breaking suddenly came to me. I followed the sound and went in the bathroom. I was expecting something knocked off, but when I went in, everything was in order and there was no broken glass or anything. It was really quiet when the sudden blast of music made me jump. I went back in the room to find the television on and in MTV. I went to the remote and pushed the power button but it did nothing. I flipped it over to check if it had batteries and it did. I threw it to the bed and went over to the television and unplugged it and it finally turned off.
My heart was beating really fast so I tried to calm down and went to the lobby to relax for a little bit. I stayed there for what felt like hours until I finally went back in the room. As I approached the door, I heard music so I thought my parents were back. I eagerly opened the door with my card and when I went in, the first thing that came into view was a little boy standing by the television, which was turned on again. I couldn't see his face properly but I knew he was a kid and so I thought he was my little brother. I went over to him, but before I could get close, he vanished. That would have made me scream, but during that time, I was already quite used to spirits. I was still spooked but not as much as before.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face and as soon as I went in, I saw the words "help me" stuck on the mirror. It looked like it came from a magazine so I grabbed the one I was reading just a while ago and turned to the page with the cut out words. It was an exact match when I tried to fit it in the paper. I went back to the room and asked out loud for the boy. I knew how to handle this situation so I asked the little boy what his name was and what he needed help with. As an answer, the television turned on.
It confused me because every time I asked a question, I'd be answered by the television either switching channels or turning on and off. Trying to communicate with the boy made me tired so I went to sleep. I was woken up by a touch on my leg. I figured it was the little boy so I sat up but instead, there was my mom, trying to wake me up.
It was late in the afternoon and so we all went to dinner. I didn't bother to tell anyone about my experience and decided to forget about it. While we were eating, my little brother tugged on my shirt. I turned to him to ask what he wanted and he asked me who was with me when I was sleeping. Confused, I asked him what was he talking about and he told me there was a boy sitting on the bed staring at me when he walked in the room. It sent chills down my spine, but I told him I had no idea what he was talking about and that he was probably imagining things.
Throughout the rest of our week at the hotel, I experienced mild encounters like my hand suddenly feeling like its being touched and my hair being felt by an unknown entity. The television kept doing odd things when I was alone in the room, but it didn't bother me, I actually liked it. The boy did nothing to harm me, so I was okay with it. In the end, I never found out who he was.
The last thing that happened was when we were leaving the room to go home; I felt a tug on my shirt like the boy didn't want me to leave. To tell you the truth, I actually didn't want to. I spread out my arms to invite him in a hug and I felt cold air wrap around my waist. It made me feel like I had another little brother and it actually made me cry a little bit, knowing I was going to miss him. I said bye and stepped outside the room. As my dad drove away from the hotel, I took a last glance to the hotel and saw a figure of a little boy waving from a window, which I knew was our hotel room.