I was fond of reading "True Phil.Ghost Stories". I used to call it my favorite my favorite stuff.I knew I also have my third eye since when i was at my elementary years, at age 6, i knew that
Ghost really exist.
I always used to sit beside Fred, my old neighbor, with my
brothers oftenly every 8PM outside our
house and listen to Fred''s ghost stories. Those spirits, phantom, and other extraordinary human beings was left inside my head. Maybe that''s the reason why my sixth sense was activated. Although it''s scary, I learned to take control of it ''coz sometimes, it''s all in our mind. Sometimes, it''s just a product of our imagination or something that we create in our mind, but you''ll never know if the thing you see isn''t true or probably, it''s just true.
Way back on 1988, our house was finished by the carpenters who live on thesame place where our house was built somewhere in Pangasinan. The house was perfect, It was a two
story house and the design has a slight features of a spaniard''s house. It looks creepy somehow if you happen to see it.
Rumors are heared about the place. Something like, the place was inhabited by different kinds of apparitions coming into sight. My
parents ignored it anyway. They just think that the place was a perfect place to live in.
After few days, my
grandma with my two brothers went there to sleep for the first time in our newly built house. I was 2 years old way back then. While my parents, I, and my other brothers and sisters slept at our old house. Everything was normal. No ghost or lost souls appeared nor bothered them. So after that night, our whole family moved on to the house.
On the second night of our stay in the house, my parents were out for their work. It was already 9 P.M. and everybody was asleep except for my oldest brother, John, I think he''s 13 by that time, and grandma who''s waiting for my parents to come home. Finally, someone knock on the door.John run instigatedly and open the door only to find out that nobody was outside. After few minutes, the knocking continued and this time the banging on the door grew louder. My kuya was frightened this time thinking that ghost relly exist on our place. My grandma went to open the door.They both saw a strange big black cat with it''s fierce bloodstain eyes glowing and then glaring at them. Grandma abruptly closed the door. "That thing was a badluck, isn''t it?" my brother uttered. Lola just ignored the incident and told John to go to bed.
Yes, It was really a badluck. It didn''t end up there. Different revenant continued to bother us and made us feel their pres
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