TIME TO A GOOD SCARE

In time for Halloween, I am here hoping to repost my real life experience with the unknown that had me screaming, running and breaking in cold sweats. They used to tell me that I do have this THIRD-EYE that one of my grandmother have as well. I I can have it developed so I can talk to spirits and dead people…WHOA WHO WOULD WANT THAT?! Well, not me!

Still, I had my share of these hair-raising experiences that I would be so glad not to experience again. JUST CLICK ON EACH HEART STOPPING ENCOUNTERS WITH THE UNKNOWN.

It started when I was still an infant with no care in the world, wanting only to sleep, feed and sleep. I screamed got scared with "something". As I have mentioned in my very first post about this unknown world as an introduction, I have no basis or evidence to what I have seen and heard BUT I AM HERE SHARING those freaky incidence. After a few years, it yet again made gave me terror second time. I have flashbacks of what happened then, but none so clear to describe what I saw. The KIMOMAN is the oldest that I remember vividly. Just as I do, and will forever do, this childhood nightmare came reality by the name of BENING. If you’re a Filipino who loves watching scary movies and have lived in the 80’s, you definitely would remember him.

All through those years, I feel the presence of those unknowns whenever I visit a place that they may be staying at. I don’t know why, and I am not sure now if I am just pretty sensitive or traumatized by the events…but I remember feeling the hairs in my nape stand in attention for something unseen. Then soon enough they will either let me hear them, or see them. Just as I did once again during my High School of this WOMAN IN SHACKLE and the PRIEST.

At this time, I am getting used to it. BUT never has it occurred to me that they can do more….that next time it will be not as simple as those apparitions. Because next time around, I dealt with POSSESSION. And that if every time it was all outside our home, now it’s at home. Until I had enough of it the last time.

These events made me tougher maybe…but what’s best is it made me cling on to my God until I trusted Him wholeheartedly to defeat whatever-they-are trying to put me to test. I concluded that they were evils to shatter my trust in the All Powerful God…and they did not succeed! Moreso, they pushed me into trusting more in HIM!

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 9 (“MORE AT HOME”)

This time it’s not just me seeing and hearing weird stuff’s at home. My sister, who often comes home at dawn hears some hissing or murmurings in her ears, or when at one time she was left at home “someone or somethin” whacked the bedroom door as she sleep. My mom also felt being hugged in the dirty kitchen at night.

As for me, I still hear some movements that’s not suppose to be there. When Anya was a few months old, I had this experience that I shared with a nanny. She heard what I heard at the time that Anya was continuously wailing on top of her lungs. We were discussing the probable reason for her distress when a loud knock on a side door of the room stopped our chattering. A loud, two-knocks that gave me goose-bumps knowing there shouldn’t be a knock coming from that door because it came from the kitchen and there’s nobody else in the house but us. Even the light in the kitchen was turned off. The nanny confided then that she’s been seeing a little boy in our backyard (another freak like me?!) And that the boy is always were Anya is…wanting to play with her. Most of the time surprising her, jolting her to wakefulness when she’s sleeping…and this is the reason for her frequent crying spells.

This went on until I had Anya offered and blessed.

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 8 ("EVEN AT HOME")

After that incident of “eye opening”, , it went back to hearing and seeing “them” once again. What’s disconcerting is seeing them even at home! Can’t run away from it this time!

It was after I graduated from college, and for a period of 2 months, I rested before hunting for my first job. It is during that resting phase that I stayed home that I felt a presence. At first I persuaded myself that they were just imaginations. That those scratching noises, or faint footsteps and movements were from the neighboring house. UNTIL one morning when I was in our old dining area, before the house was extended, I saw A MAN IN WHITE SHIRT passed by the window. I still remember his profile up to this day. A man about 5’4” in height with straight hair, cut in an old fashioned “shete-cut”, wearing a plain rounded neck white shirt. He looks like the Filipino celebrity turned government official, Rey Malonzo. He was actually walking so smooth, it looks like he’s floating…or on riding a skateboard. But it didn’t right away registered as much to me…I even waited for it to reappear because he was headed to a locked gate. Itd even crossed my mind that maybe it was my brother, but then he suddenly walked in from the kitchen wearing something NOT white! I told him of the vision without taking my eyes off the window. He went to check it out right away for possible intrusion, but as expected, no one there!

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 7 ("POSSESSION")

I was in college…and years have passed since my then last real encounter with the unknown. Some said I have this so-call “third eye” and that if I have it developed, I can see and talk with the spirits. Whoa! Who would want that?! Not me!!! And so have decided to close that eye instead. How? I don’t know. Maybe unconsciously, I just did. I think I did! Or, maybe I did. If I remember right, I just closed my eyes one night and pictured another eye in my forehead and closed it as well. Well, it seemed to have worked because after doing so, I haven’t seen or felt any unusual presence that I used to feel prior to that evening.

UNTIL one afternoon! That was during our community practicum on my 4th year in College. Our group, around 6 of us, was in a remote area in Tondo, Manila. We were staying at the Barangay Chairman’s residence. It’s the unholy hour of the day, 3:00p.m., and we’re waiting for our afternoon snack to be cooked (street food kwek-kwek, a chicken egg dipped in an orange mixture and deep fried). The team leader, Jamil, decided to have a little fun and used his said “psychic-power” to read each one’s personal characteristics, it being our first time together. We asked him how he can do it and admitted to seeing a certain aura on top of our heads, and that he can see through us. I didn’t believe him, but went along with them. He then started with his “reading”, telling each one of their attributes, and they all agreed to what he says…but when it was my turn, he went blank. He said he can’t get thru, that there is a wall or something blocking him. One of my group mates revealed that I have a third eye, the information she got from me the other day when we were telling stories of our childhood escapades. Jamil asked me to open it. I really don’t know how to open or close it…but as he has demanded, I tried what I did before and imagined opening an imaginary eye. A few heartbeats after, he exposed my sensitivity and being hard driven.

It didn’t end there…we continued to blabber around as we took our snack. I noticed though that Jamil was faltering, giving me side glances then at a curtain behind me. As we went to the family area, our topic changed to scary ones. The lady of the house interjected that we shouldn’t be on such topic at such a day (friday) and hour. Upon doing so Jamil opened up that earlier he’s been seeing a man hovering behind me, and that produced a gasp from the old lady saying her father just passed away a few months ago and described the very man Jamil said to have seen!!! At that very moment I felt a dizzying sensation in time with my hair at my nape standing up. I turned to Jamil and found my vision turning black from the outer most to the center as if being gobbled up. He seemed to have known what’s happening and hurriedly grabbed me by the arm and sped away from the house without a word. As we went further away, my vision clears up to normal. He then informed me that the spirit was about to possess me!!!

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 6 (“THE PRIEST?”)

Senior High retreat this time is a 3-day stay in Laguna. After the previous year’s bloodcurdling encounter with the unknown, it is understood that we were all kind chilled of what might be in stored for us that year.

I didn’t have to wait long. At a conference room on the first day, we were singing together with another lady teacher. Us, being all girls, a male voice is easily identifiable. A baritone coming from the back mingles with ours. I kept looking over my shoulder hoping to find the bearer of that nice voice, at the same moment that our instructress went all the way back scanning the area saying “I kept hearing a male voice”. As she resumed to her place in front I looked back again to find the painting of a priest I’ve been looking at earlier to be smiling mischievously. I was taken aback since I noticed his passive face before NOT at all smiling! It was as if he meant to really smile at me because when I turned back again for a quick glimpse when the teacher resumed with her lecture, he’s back to his normal unsmiling face!

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 5 (“WOMAN IN SHACKLE”)

High school days are memorable for most, so was for me! Though, my memories of it are not always the pleasant ones. I remember hearing from below our classroom, the clinic, thrashing and growling amidst chanting of prayers as one of my schoolmates was said to have been possessed by a bad spirit and was being exorcised by a group of priest and nuns ( my school being a catholic school). Another is at one time seeing a woman passing by our room front door but never on the back door. The teacher upfront noticed it as well, and was awaiting the woman pass by the back door just like me…but it was a mighty long time so she checked outside thinking it might be a visitor waiting by the door. No one was there!

But those were nothing compared to what happened on an overnight retreat our class had in Tagaytay in my junior year. After lights out, the all-girls class of 40 continued to giggle and whisper in the dark. The big room we occupied was subdivided into quarters , each with two occupants. I am with my then best friend, Olive. We were on two separate beds at a right angle, and been snuggled deep into the covers due to the coldness of the night, though all windows have been closed and locked. There were two doors at each side of the room, but on our quarters were just hanging curtains to give privacy. At exactly 12MN, we suddenly heard one of the doors of the room opening and closing with a loud bang. It was followed by a loud sighing of a lady as if in deep agony and grief, followed by three steps with accompanying sound of chains being dragged, and then another loud slamming of the other door from the other side of the room. It’s suppose to be about 10-15 steps away, and not the mere 3 that the lady takes. It goes on and on…the door banging, the sigh, chained steps, and the second door banging again. The very first time the lady made herself heard, Olive jumped into bed with me right away. I believe all 40 occupants of the room heard her as well. What’s more frightening is the position of our quarter, which is directly along the path she’s walking to and fro. That anytime she decides to reveal herself to me, she can raise herself up…just as how she flies from one door to another, and appear directly in line with our vision unto the divider. Our breathing came in gasps fearing that she’ll hear us. It’s the first time I felt the so-called “cold sweats”. Our heartbeat skipped a beat when after we whispered that the banging windows were supposed to be locked, the lady pounded on our side walls to which I’m leaning to. She heard us and was not pleased about it! I thought she’ll materialize inside our room that very moment, instead, she continued on with her moaning. Once, someone from another quarter turned on their flashlight unto the roof the same instant the door was being opened…it paused, and slammed shut when the light was turned off.

That’s the longest night of my life! We just continuously prayed, and at one time, 2 of our other friends came in and joined us in our area. AT exactly 5AM, the door finally slammed shut, and didn’t open again. A full minute of silence before the one nearest the light switch got the nerve to rush to turn it on. Pandemonium broke lose after!!!

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 4 ("BENING")

In the same room where years ago I saw the “kimoman”, with me are my cousin Bachie, a year old czaey, and a baby-sitter, playing. Nobody’s home. It’s just us and a driver in a BIG expensive house. I remember our voices echoing as we fooled around. Almost no other sound except from the car washing the driver is busily doing downstairs.

I was facing my companions to which is turned from the door at a right angle, when I suddenly saw from peripheral vision, a man who peaked from the door exposing a fully bended body sideways. I turned looking at it hoping for it to disappear to confirm it just being an imagination or something…but dreadfully, he stayed as he is, positioned in that difficult stance and smiled! I can hardly believe it…but he is the very same man I feared since I was a child! A man I saw in a Philippine movie, starred by the infamous Chiquitto and Nino Muhlach. This man is named “Bening” in that film, and he is just a head that popped up from Nino Muhlach’s back.

How could they, these “something’s” here, know even about my childhood fears??? Creepy huh?!

Everyone saw my fear stricken look and turned asking what it is just in time for the vision to hide back its dangling form. I quickly told them and the baby sitter hurried to look …but of course, no one’s there. The driver cannot be him because I sneak a quick look at the window and saw him downstairs all wet from the car washing. And that he exactly look different as I predicted. Not curly, not tall, not having those big almost red eyes as if poked…it definitely is not him, and definitely not “Bening”!



The whole house was checked still...every corner with the help of the driver, and as expected...NOTHING!

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 3 ("KIMOMAN")

GRADE SCHOOL

I was staying the night with one of my maternal gramma’s. She and gramps stays in a big house in Corinthian Garden’s, one of the high end places near Makati Area. It’s just them living there with some house helps. Me and some cousins were invited to stay over for the summer. Swimming in their rectangular pool, lavished with food and treats.

One midnight, I turned my sleeping form at them made-up bed in the lushly carpeted floor, beside the double bed my 3 cousins were occupying. I found myself facing a “something” staring at me by the side window, about 2 arms length away from me. It’s a small black shadow (a KIMOMAN ???). I can do nothing but reach up the bed to shake my cousins awake with a scared voice that turned into a howl of cry when with one blink, the figure disappeared at my side and reappeared near my feet and getting closer and closer.

I was uncontrollably crying under the blanket as everyone in the room, and in the next’s, came rushing to my side. The room was all bright and filled with people, my cousins, gran’s and some of their other nieces, when I opened my eyes. After a glass of filled water and a few gulping breaths, I relayed what transpired.

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 2 (WHO'S THAT MAN?")

PRE-SCHOOL AGE

The apartment we were renting by this time, somewhere in Quezon City (Philippines), have stairs from the front gate going up the house itself. Under the staircase is a place we used as stock area, and at the same time used as sleeping area by our house help.

One midnight, we heard Norma screamed at the top of her lungs as she scrambled out of bed and came rushing upstairs with an almost incoherent mumbling explanation of seeing a lady in white standing before her bed with all of its hair standing up.

Before this incident, just a few days prior, my dad recounted that I also came rushing up the very same plight of stairs yelling that there’s a man coming after me. The second steel door, after the gate, is definitely locked though, and no reason for them to believe that a possible mugger, kidnapper or anyone coming in.

UNKNOWN WORLD: ENTITY 1 ("SOMETHING MAKING ME CRY")

DURING INFANCY

This is a story imparted by my dad. It always starts with going back in time, at a time he was carrying a wailing infant, me. He insisted that I was peacefully sleeping in my cot when I suddenly cried so loud. Says he and mom tried to everything to soothe me, but then, he noticed my fear-stricken look focusing from left to right as if my gaze is following a flying something overhead. Though they see nothing, they felt my fear that made the hairs in their nape stood paralleling my scaring observance. And so he shouted in the air to nothing in particular, to go away and stop scaring the child, along with their spiritual beliefs of saying it in the name of God. This seemed to have worked because in no time, I settled back down as if nothing happened.

UNKNOWN WORLD - intro

I have no evidence to show of the things I've witnessed during my younger days. I have no way of making others believe that I had experiences with the unknown. Only my "unlucky" companions during such occurrence can second my telling.

There's no explanation I can give to the reason (except my own perspective of our faith being tested and for us to be misled in our beliefs), nor to the nature of these entities I've seen and heard. One thing I can conclude, whatever it is, it is co-existing with us. It is being allowed to co-exist with us, for an unidentifyable reason.