Showing posts with label scary story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scary story. Show all posts

Saturday, October 31, 2009

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!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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.

Monday, April 13, 2009

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.

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