If you have read my other stories please read this one as well.
Believe me or not, this all happened to me in our old Spanish era house. To begin with, let me give you a brief history of our house. As we know (some may not), Philippines has been under the Spanish regime for 333 years to be exact. Our house was built in the late 1800s. It was all made of wood, but believe me those woods are really strong that until now we still live in the same house.
I was born and raised in that house and I tell you I have a lot of spooky experiences in that house. Our house has two living rooms, one downstairs where we usually receive our guests and the one upstairs is like a family living room.
I was studying in our living room upstairs. I was around 7 or 8 years old at that time. It was around 4 pm and unlike other kids that used to play during that time I'd rather read a book or study my lessons for the next day. I was on top of my class because of that. Hanging out with other kids is not my kind of thing. Going back to my story, I was reading a book at that time when I saw a lady wearing a long dress with a long hair walking or should I say floating towards the stairs. I know I am not sleepy because it's been an hour since I woke up. Being a kid, seeing something floating in the air scared the hell out of me. I was in shock and was unable to move. After a few seconds, I screamed to the top of my lungs calling for my mom. My mom rushed to me and asked me what happened. I was crying and told her that there was a lady floating in the air and she was heading towards the stairs. My mom told me to hush down and everything will be alright. Being a kid, I hushed down but the thought of that floating white lady never left me. From that time on I became very sensitive to the unseen.
There was one instance when I was taking a bath and I thought my brother passed by so I called for his name but there was no reply so I just ignored it. Later did I realize that my brothers were out of town. Those made every single hair on my body stand up. It happened most of the time until I got used to it.
Sometimes, when everyone is in their respective rooms, you will hear plates and utensils being used in the dining area. It's like "they" are having a small party. There are also some instances when it's like someone is walking up and down the stairs. We know that it is a "he" because of the way the footsteps sound, it is heavy. We know that because the stairs are made of wood as I've mentioned. When I was in my last semester in college, I use to stay up late to finish my thesis. I was doing my final plate to wrap up my thesis when I notice a lady was standing beside me. I turned around to see nothing. It gave me goose bumps so I called it a day and went to bed. I am not the only one experiencing this but my brothers as well, especially when we stay up late at night studying.
Years passed and we all finished college. My younger brother moved to a different location. I got married and got pregnant but unfortunately my first baby died of fetal distress. She got to live an hour and a half. We named her Danielle. That really depressed me. One afternoon, a few weeks after my daughter died, I cried myself to sleep. I don't know if I'm dreaming or what but I saw my grandfather leaving my room with a little girl holding his hand. Thinking that it was a dream I
Went back to sleep. My husband woke me around 5 pm and asked why did I leave the bedroom door open, I said I did not and then I remember what I saw a while ago. I burst into tears and my husband asked me why. I told him what happened. After a year I was sitting on the dining room having a cup of coffee when suddenly I looked on the top of our stove, I could not say anything because I saw a little girl about a year old sitting on top of the stove and swinging her legs in a childish way then vanished. My grandmother told me that sometimes when she is alone in our house she will hear small footsteps coming from the second floor. She just ignores it. When I gave birth to my second child we will sometimes hear my son giggling staring into nothing.
We still experience a lot of weird things in that house but I know that we are living with good ghosts or entities or whatever you call them. But most important of all they don't hurt us and we got
Used to them. I've been living there for 29 years of my life. I don't know if my first encounter really made me sensitive to these things. But all I know is that we are living with this "thing".