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why is everything in the philippines haunted i& #39;ve lived in 2 haunted houses ilke i wasn& #39;t just paranoid i was really living with ghosts for a good 7 years
i never experienced this stuff firsthand but i both my parents told me these stories only when i was older and after we moved out of these two houses the energy was always super tense in both houses and i just thought it was me being a scaredy-cat until my parents like, confirmed
in the first house i was in my mom was watching tv in the living room some show about serial killers like a documentary, and i was sleeping on the couch with her i was probably like 4? 5 and the kitchen is adjacent to the living room on the left-hand side, it& #39;s open spaced kinda
as she& #39;s watching she hears metal moving around in the kitchen, like someone rummaging through the dishwasher (fellow filipinos know you use the dishwasher as the drying rack) but she knows that that can& #39;t be the case cause we& #39;re alone in the house at this time of night
she knew it wasn& #39;t my dad cause he worked nights and she knew it wasn& #39;t me, so she just disregarded it after it stopped making that noise. then it started up again and she really got scared, and this time it was louder. my family is just superstitious in general so she was
pretty shaken in the first place, and then all of a sudden she just hears the loudest iteration of metal, only it& #39;s like it& #39;s falling or had just fallen from the cupboard onto the floor. she runs into to check and all she sees is the pots and pans in the dishwasher perfectly fine
she grabs me up, turns off the tv, and bolts into her bedroom and right before she does she hears the pots and pans crash again as if they fell alksdfjlaksdjglk this house always felt really weird especially with its long hallway, other aunties have visited and said
that they also felt like something was off, but they couldn& #39;t exactly tell why. we moved out shortly after my brother was born but yeah this one always stuck with me cause i always felt watched in both these houses. the second one has 2 stories which i always enjoy telling
the second house we lived in was a two-story, with a foyer in the first floor connecting to the kitchen, then to the living room, then back to the foyer in a circle with the front door at the end of the circle. we lived on the edge of this canyon and there were always reports
of mountain lions, coyotes, etc being sighted and the view from the backyard was really vast and deep, just a shit ton of foliage and a really long drop down if you made the wrong move. it just made the setting of the house even creepier and every time at night, it& #39;d just be
kinda eerie to peer through bc the foyer& #39;s lighting was so vast it seemed like someone WAS watching you if you looked from the living room side. the first story from this house is that it was a saturday morning and my parents were sleeping in the living room
we had these kitchen pantries that we put a lot of breakfast stuff in, and me and my brother were notorious for slamming the doors loudly on saturday morning when we wanted to watch cartoons (i was 10), which is the sound both my parents heard when they woke up
they thought for sure it was us and that we had just snuck around the foyer side of the 1st floor and were messing with them, so my dad went to check the kitchen. he did the whole roundabout of the first floor to see if we were hiding but we weren& #39;t. the slams these doors made
were really distinct, and heavy, so you had to put some weight into it if you wanted them to make that noise. my dad went upstairs and saw both of us out cold, and that was that. the second story is probably the more genuine, typical cliche ghost story but it still fucks me up
we were moving out of this house and my dad was getting things ready in the garage, taking out whatever else he could. he was busy moving more stuff when he heard footsteps above him, where my room and my brothers room were on the second floor. he thought it was weird so he
stopped what he was doing to check and see if we were messing with him again (my dad is like deathly afraid of ghosts lmao) and then he calls my mom. he asks if we& #39;re in the house still but she says no, the kids are with me..we left hours ago remember
so he goes upstairs to check our bedrooms and sees, indeed, that we aren& #39;t there and that he& #39;s alone in the house. he hears MORE running but doesn& #39;t know where it& #39;s coming from, then he reaches the hallway where the master bedroom connects to our 2 rooms. as he& #39;s walking to the
stairwell to leave, he hears running for the last time as a breeze blows past him, and he watches as the sounds of the footsteps lead into the master bedroom while the door slams shut. there are no windows open, no one else in the house, 4 pm. my dad dipped so fast asdglksdgmldlk
this house definitely felt more sinister bc of how big it was, there was always something creepy about it but, like i said, always just chalked it up to me being pussy. then my parents tell me this shit! like what the FUCK
as a last note, i guess the spirit energy was strong in this second house as well bc my brother would be seen talking to a framed picture of my nanay (my dad& #39;s mom) and aunties/uncles on my dad& #39;s side would always say that my brother looked like her/really resembled her
she died 4 days before his 1st birthday so he never met her, never knew her face, never once interacted with her in a lasting way while she was alive to know who she was or how significant of a role she played in raising him. she would literally take care of him everyday while
my parents went to work before she died and he was caught talking to this picture of her so many times, every time in the foyer area. that shit was EVIL dude
