I am Summer a 17 year old girl from the Philippines. My mom sent me to Baguio two years ago to study college. I am staying at my aunt's abandoned house; it has been abandoned for 5 years because her son died and they don't have the heart to live were my cousin built his dreams. My cousin died because of gang war here in Baguio. He received multiple stab wounds and fractured skull, which led him to an early death.
On my first night in that house (I'm with my older brother) I heard songs playing downstairs. I didn't mind it I thought my brother was hosting another house party. Then I realized if he was having a party the house would be full of smoke and noise but it was all silent and the song was the only thing that could be heard in the house. Being a brave girl I went downstairs to check it out. Just as I opened the door I felt cold air on my back, I checked if any of the windows were open but none of them were. I started to feel scared, then the music suddenly stopped.
I finally had the courage to go down to check if anyone was in the house. I checked the living room, kitchen, dining room and even the bathroom to see if anyone was in that house. After checking every room on the first floor I felt relieved and went to bed again.
This time I started too feel that I was not alone I kept hearing foot steps going up and down the stairs. Then suddenly they stopped, and then I felt that someone sat behind me. I looked behind me and saw a man sitting behind me, when I was about to shout he disappeared.
I told the story to the people around me and they believed that it is the ghost of my dead cousin who died 7 years ago.
RIP-Harris Michaels (1985-2002)