Comfort Room Stories (Halloween Article)

Of course, everyone knows what a comfort room is, except maybe to those who don't really know what it is.

We've heard ghosts haunting cemeteries, old houses, deserted buildings like in the case of the Diplomat Hotel, hospitals, and even vehicles. But there is another peculiar setting of these tales, the comfort room/rest room/powder room. What could be the reason why ghosts also appear inside these places? Are they also victims of abuse in the same area? Or it was just an imagination?

Japanese horror movies and urban legends also had stories of dangerous ghosts dwelling in a particular cubicle. First one is about Hanako san. I don't really know her story but she was so famous that almost all high school students have their own Hanako story to tell. Then another one is about Kashima Reiko, a female ghost who had no legs. She often ask where her legs are, then you should answer 'Kashima reiko.' And yet, another legend is about Aka Manto. He is a male ghost who haunts in the last stall of girl's comfort room. He knocks, then asked anyone which to choose - a red paper or a blue one. Either you choose, you'll still die.

Do you also remember Moaning Myrtle of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets? She also haunts in the lady's room because she was killed there by the Basilisk being a mudblood.

Another one, there was a Thai horror gag show in which one of there gag was set in a comfort room. Putting a mysterious portmanteau or large suitcase inside, they made it bleed as if a corpse was hidden on it, then a ghost coming from a cubicle appeared in front of the victim, scaring them as if to death.

I'm mentioning these things because it only mean that we (Filipinos) are not the only ones who have stories of CR ghosts.

Variations: Cause

In layman's view, I enumerate possible causes of their haunting.

Note: All the stories here are local tales.

It was a result of an accident.

The Cubicle
by: Isabella

This story was related to me by a close friend of mine who was also my classmate. Stories of our school spread very quickly, but this one was enough to make my spine tingle.

We had a friend who claimed that she had the third eye. One day she went to the CR, which was just near our classroom. When she was about to go out, she heard a low moan behind her.

Warily, she tried to go out of the cubicle, she discovered she was locked inside. The cubicle also had a lock outside and someone must have locked her in!

Looking behind her she saw a white figure, but it was blurry. Totally scared now, she pushed on the door with all her strength and the door finally gave.

She ran out of the CR screaming.

The following day, we asked some old teachers and janitors about the aforementioned cubicle.

Manong John, one of the janitors, told us that a second year high school student was once locked in that cubicle, but she died trying to climb out of it.

She tried to use the toilet as leverage to get to the top, but slipped and hit her head on the toilet seat.

The janitors found her lifeless body the next day, her skull cracked open and blood spilled all over the floor. Her spirit haunts the cubicle in our CR because she's trying to find her way out.

Suicide in the bathroom.

The Comfort Room Lady
by: Shineth Tadrilan

We have an exam that time, I really need to use the comfort room so I asked my teacher to go out to pee, and to have someone to go with. However, my teacher didn't bid me to go with someone else. She told me to fight my fear.

Scared, but I need to go to CR alone than just stay there and pee on the room.

There's only one comfort room, so I have no choice but to use it. It was said that a teacher commit suicide on the said comfort room 5 years ago.

After I flush the bowl, a bloody woman went out suddenly on the other cubicle. I ran out faster not even finishing my business there. I forgot to wash my hands. I ran and ran till I reach our classroom.

I thought that if I reach our room, everything will be okay, but as I was taking my exam, the bloody woman just appeared in front of me. She's not alone, she got a headless ghost with her. Because of terror, I ran out the room not even considering what my teacher or my classmates would say just to escape and never see them anymore.

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St. Paul College Urban Legend

You will be shocked to know that there are no mirrors in some of the comfort rooms in the campus. It is for the reason that an anonymous lady appears in the mirror unexpectedly ans really scares the students. It has been said that one student committed suicide in that comfort room.

Unknown cause.

The Little Girl
by: Rei Buesing

A college student of a well-known university was coming home late at night to finish off a project to be submitted the next day. On her way out of the campus, she left a sudden urge to go to the ladies' room. So she looked for the nearest restroom and luckily she found one at the oldest building in that said campus. Upon emtering the rest room, she saw a little girl of about 6 years old, wearing a little blue one-fashioned dress with long hair and a very angelic face. She was washing her hands at the sink. There was nothing unusual about the little girl; however, the fact that the university doesn't have a grade school department mystified her a bit. She was also wandering why that girl was still inside the campus sinse it was already late at night.

"Hi! Why are you still here, kid? It's almost 11pm. You should be at home now..."

"Ay! Sorry po... I am still waiting for my father who works here as a janitor. I just had dinner that's why I am washing my hands here..."

"Oh I see. You wait for me, okay?" the college student said then she entered one of the cubicles there. The little girl just smiled and nodded. When the college girl was doing her business, she heard the little girl came in the toilet next to her. For some reasons, she looked down to check on the little girl. Everything seemed pretty normal and the girl was just there doing her own business in the toilet.

"When the college student was finished, she suddenly felt uneasy as if someone was looking at her. So she looked up and what she saw next made her scream and slip of the toilet! She saw the girl's head detached from its neck and it was staring madly at her with its red eyes, and her blood shed all over her face! What happened next made her stand up and ran because the headless little girl said, "Ate, are you done already?"

The college girl ran out of the restroom screaming her head off.

Victims of abuse or a cruel death.

Adamson University Urban Legend

A girl was by the sink in one of the comfort rooms in the building, washing her face.

When she looked in the mirror, she saw that on her face, instead of droplets of water, were little drops of blood. And standing behind her was a man. A headless man in a soldier's uniform.

Every year, students would encounter various but similarly scary experiences in that toilet. According to research, the St. Vincent de Paul building, where the comfort room was, is the oldest building of and was used as an execution station by the Japanese army during the World War II.

Rumor has it that countless heads had been chopped off in the toilet itself.

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Feati University Urban Legend

At 10 pm one night, one ROTC cadet was relieving himself in one of the comfort room at the third floor of the Paterno Building. He was just about to finish when he made out the unmistakable figure of a woman dressed in white floating in the air. The vision made him scream in intense fright, catching the attention of his other companions. Upon their arrival, the ghostly apparition was still there.

It was seven in the evening at another instance, when a janitor getting ready to go home noticed a mysterious lady enter one of the restrooms at the third floor. He followed the lady to warn her that the part of the building was strictly prohibited. He entered the restroom and saw no one there.

According to stories, the Paterno Building, which had existed even before the outbreak of World War II, was used as a garrison by the Japanese during the war.

Peeking ghost.

I heard a story of a ghost who peeks on someone in the bathroom. Usually a male ghost who peeks on women taking a bath. Another version is about a gay ghost. In short, MALIBOG PA RIN, KAHIT PATAY NA. Well, they could be succubus.

Just following the person.

Not all ghosts dwell on comfort room, some of them possessed an individual and follows this person anywhere (s)he goes. And it just happened that they appeared on the said place.

Sources:
[1] The Best of True Philippine Ghost Stories. 2008. PSICOM Publishing Inc. Quezon City, Philippines. ISBN 978-971-0372-85-0
[2] The Best of True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 2. Alexie Cruz, Ed. 2011. PSICOM Publishing Inc. Quezon City, Philippines.
[3] True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 2. Gianna Maniego et al. Ed. 2003. PSICOM Publishing Inc. Quezon City, Philippines. ISBN 971-8995-90-0
[4] True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 14. Kresta de Guzman Ed. 2005 PSICOM Publishing Inc. Quezon City, Philippines. ISSN 1656-6246
[5] True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 1. Gianna Maniego et al. Ed. 2002. PSICOM Publishing Inc. Quezon City, Philippines. ISBN 971-8995-67-0

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Maria Anna Abiera

I found a story that resembles that of Maria Labo's. They almost, or should I say, really have the same tale.

Maria Labo is a Visayan aswang, particularly a Panay resident, as what the stories about her says. On the other hand, Maria Anna Abiera is a Mindanao aswang, whose short biography accounts a similar experience as that of Maria Labo's. I am talking about the short tale I wrote on the article dedicated to her.

I thought, this should be put to Maria Labo article, but the problem is, they have different name. One thing, I consider Maria Anna Abiera an another case. I saw her story in a book published in 2005, and according to it her story rose in 2001 when fear sat in their city. I also think that this story is just a revision or retold of Maria Labo's story.

The Story

[Taken from a Book:[1]]

Maria Anna Abiera by: Laughing_Angel I am a resident of ****** City here in Mindanao. Contrary to the portrayals of television and newspapers, my place is actually not a battlefield between Muslim rebels and government troops. But there was a time in 2001 when fear sat in the whole city. When darkness fell, no minor was to be seen roaming the streets. Elders made sure that their homes were locked. Curfews weren't imposed, neither war was about to broke out. Local authorities were anxious too. All of these uneasiness was caused by an alleged aswang wandering the streets of the city at night. Local radio and TV stations denied the rumor, telling everybody that there was no such thing as aswang. But that didn't appease the whole city. It all started when a seven-month-pregnant woman was found dead with her abdomen opened and the fetus was nowhere to be found. Then another gross incident took place when a toddler was discovered at a dump site. Deep scratches were said to have found on the back and chest of the poor toddler, the kind of scratches that couldn't have made by an ordinary person. Many have suspected that it was done by the aswang they had named Maria Anna Abiera. As told, Maria Anna Abiera went to work in Transylvania as a private nurse to a very rich man. After several years, she went back home in Mindanao. One day, relatives visited the Abieras but were surprised to find the house empty. They asked the neighbors where they could be but no one from the neighbors noticed them leaving the house. When they were able to get inside the house, they were shocked to find several body parts inside the refrigerator. Some of the limbs were missing while some body parts were scattered as if they were chomped or bitten off. It was such a horrible sight! Further investigations revealed that the bodies found were that of Maria Anna's husband and two sons. The lady has been missing since then. Some have accounted of seeing her walking on the streets during nighttime as if searching for something or following someone. People said she had gone insane. But many believed that she had transformed into the likes of flesh-eaters and blood-drinkers. Transylvania, according to ancient history and literature is the home of Count Dracula.

Afterwords

The story, as the writer wrote that Maria Anna Abiera put their city in fear, reminds me of what Marcos did sometime in the past to scare the rebels in Mindanao.

The Transylvania thing cast doubt on me. First of all, let's discuss about it.

Transylvania is not a country but an old province of Romania, which was formerly the eastern part of Hungary. Yes, it's true that the place was alleged home of many vampires. Bram Stoker used this place as setting of his novel Dracula. And Dracula is actually NOT A VAMPIRE. Historically, he is a Prince of Wallachia, a kingdom in Romania. His real name is Vlad Tepes Dracula. He was just suspected to be a vampire because of his deeds - he loves seeing people impaled in front of him. There's even a picture of him eating while watching his servants butcher and impale people.

Secondly, the only difference it had compare to that of Maria Labo's is the place where she worked as an OFW. Maria Labo worked at the Spain or Canada, while Maria Anna Abiera worked at Romania (or Transylvania). So, this could be an evidence that her story was really Maria Labo's and she was just a product of imagination.

See the article about Maria Labo for more information.

Sources:
[1] True Philippine Ghost Stories 14. Kresta De Guzman Ed. PSICOM Publishing Inc. 2005. Quezon City. ISSN 1656-6246.
Vampires and Other Monstrous Creature. HarperCollins Publishers. 2007. Great Britain. ISBN 978-0-06-145412-7
The Vampire Book: The Encyclopedia of the Undead. J. Gordon Melton. Visible Ink Press. 1999. ISBN 1-57859-076-0

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Sto. Nino Academy

Submitted by: Lonely Bones

First of all, I always consider haunted schools as “urban legends” that is why I would like to share my school’s spooky stories or should I say, facts!

In four years of my stay in this school, I have heard many rumors about my alma mater being haunted. Different stories from different students and teachers about lady in a dress, moving chairs, headless man and white ladies. I am not sure whether this stories are true or not but I guess it is your decision either to believe or not.

The Lady in Dress

This story said to happened last 2008 (or 2009). The school was having their JS prom. Everyone was enjoying the night. Dancing and eating and such. The teachers roamed the campus to inspect each classrooms in case there were students doing something displeasing. One teacher claimed that he/she saw a girl in a dress inside one of the classroom that was locked. He/she called the other teachers and when he/she looked at the girl again, she was gone.

Another case was a group of student claimed that they saw a girl in a dress walking alone on the dark hallway of one of the school building. Because the color of the dress is unknown, whether the two girl is related, no one knows.

The Headless Man

This story said to happen last 2010, the graduation ball of the fourth year. A group of seniors was taking a picture of their reflection on a mirror in one of the CR of the school. When they looked at the picture at the picture in the camera, they saw a headless man (If I remembered correctly, it was wearing a Barong) standing at the very side of the picture.

Moving Chairs

I know that moving chairs are quite normal but still… According to some students that I heard talking about ghost while I’m on the CR (The same CR above), there was a particular room at one of the school building where chairs would move frequently with or without people inside.

The fact is the room that they were talking about was my room when I was a freshman. In a year of my stay there, I experienced no moving chair but just an eerie feeling, like someone is watching you from behind.

Is Someone in the Room?

This story was told by my teacher when I was a junior. It was a busy day (Or should I say night) for the teachers because they were computing our grades and the release of our cards were coming. She was searching for our high school head teacher to pass something.

It was pretty dark. She claimed that she saw our head teacher entered her room. She went to the same room and while she was climbing on the stairs, she heard our head teacher talking to someone. When she reached the room, she was surprised to see no one inside the room, no one except darkness and silence.

The Oldest Building

Gloriamaris, the first and the oldest building in the whole campus, standing for almost 30 years. The building is the home of the elementary. Most part of the whole structure is made by wood. Many students claimed that they saw a white lady standing or walking at the second floor hallway and sometimes, inside the rooms. I, myself have an experience on this place.

I was a senior. I arrived at my school together with some of my classmates around 5 am to finish something and yes, it was pretty dark. I became curious about the white lady that was rumored to haunt the Gloriamaris so I left my classmate and went to the said building. It was pretty scary walking around the vicinity when it was still dark. I reached the building and went to the second floor where the ghost said to “live”

I saw nothing but instead, I heard a sound, like something hard was being thrown, inside one of the rooms. I became super scared so I quickly left the building and ran to my classmates without turning back. When I reached them, one of my classmates was looking at me in a creepy way.

It was lunch when I asked him why he was looking at me. At first he denied it then later on, he told me “SOMETHING is following you while you’re running” After that, I swear I will never go in that building again.

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The Haunting in the Philippine Military Academy

PMA (Philippine Military Academy) is a military school which trains future officers of the Armed Forces of the Philippines. The school is located in Baguio, Benguet. It was actually established on February 17, 1905 inside the walls of Intramuros, Manila with its first name Officer's School of the Philippine Constabulary. Then it was relocated to Baguio on September 1, 1908.

On September 8, 1926, it was renamed to Philippine Constabulary Academy. And in the same Act which changed the name, the courses was lengthened to 3 years from 9 months.

Then on December 21, 1935, it was renamed again to its present name - Philippine Military Academy.


Well, that's enough for a short history. Let's go to the main event of the article.

The truth is I just found the story shown below in a book.

The Story

[Taken from a Book:[1]]

Ghost of PMA By: M When I was a plebe (first year in layman's terms), I heard much about ghosts in the academy. One timw in May, it was the foggiest night I had ever seen in PMA. It was during our study period, on or about 20:00H (8 o'clock P.M.). My female upperclassman was on duty during that time. According to her story, she had come from her barracks and was on her way to her duty area. Along the way, she met an upperclassman. Since it was foggy, she couldn't tell who he was because visibility was down to 5 feet. She saluted him. But the figure didn't seem to notice or reply to her salute. He just "walked" on. Curious, the female cadet looked back. To her surprise the person she saluted to had vanished. She was scared out of her wits so she ran as fast as she can. Now, let me tell you about why the lights are always on in Borromeo Field. Before, the lights weren't turned on during evening in Borromeo Field. During the wee hours of the night, the cadets at the Regis and Florendo Halls were woken up by the sounds of matching and shouting at the said Borromeo Field. Regis and Florendo Halls are the closest buildings in the field. It was pitch dark and they couldn't see anything or anyone moving on the parade grounds. When they finally switched on the lights in the field it suddenly became quiet. No more sounds of marching or shouting. Every night since then they would hear marching and shouting, until the cadets made a petition to the Officials concerned regarding those ghosts. The Officials granted their petition and Borromeo Field was lit up every night. Since then there were no more marching or shouting ghosts. We assumed that those ghosts were PMA cadets who had died during training or our alumni who died in battle and returned "home" to their alma mater. No one knows, but "they" do.

Sources:
[1] True Philippine Ghost Story. Book 5. Reginald Ting Ed. 2004. PSICOM Publishing Inc. Quezon City, Philippines. ISBN 971-0372-01-7.
[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippine_Military_Academy

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The Elevator Ghost 2

I really hate taking an elevator alone to go to any floors of a building, especially if it's night. It gives me creeps if I imagine what may possibly happen to me. Thankfully, I never had any experience like that, and most of the elevators everywhere have attendants inside already. I wanted to have a conversation with one of them, then I'll ask them if they experienced something uneasy. Perhaps, the best attendants to ask about this topic are those working in hospitals.

Anyway, the first article I created concerning elevators is about the haunted hospital's elevator where a nurse or doctor prevented a child to go inside, and the man (s)he is with that time asked him/her the reason. In the end, the man introduced himself the same as the child - a dead person with a colored tag in the wrist.

Now, I found another theme of story depicting an elevator bringing people to an unknown and/or scary floor of a building. The reason why I made this, even though stories about it varies from one teller to another, is the fact that this elevator lead them to a place or floor of a building they are not supposed to arrive in for no valid explication but paranormal reasons. I'm not talking about the famous 13th floor, I'm talking about varying levels of a building. One of our stories here still tells about a hospital.

Story

[Taken from Book:[1]]

So the story goes that at the Insular Life Building, which sits opposite the BPI building at the corner of Paseo and Ayala, has it's own share of ghoulies. A man pulling in late hours left his office from the 9th floor around 3 in the morning. Taking the elevator down, the car stopped at the 7th floor. As the doors parted, a young woman's face peered into view: Going up? The man responded: No, going down. She smiles and says, Thank you. As the elevator closes, the man thinks to himself, Wow, she's really pulling in the hours. Upon alighting in the building lobby, curious, he walks over to the lobby guard and asks: Who is the woman in the 7th floor? Why is she working so late? It's almost 3 in the morning. The guard, unsurprised says, There are no offices in the 7th floor - it's all vacant. You must have seen the daughter of the building's owner. She jumped from the 12th floor a long time ago. Sad, sad story. When she hit the 7th floor, she got decapitated. The man's jaw drops. The guard continues: Which is why you only see her head when she peers into the elevator.

[Taken from Internet:[2]]

8th Floor of Insular Life Building By: yummy_mummy I had this creepy experience . . . This happened 3 years ago .. I was supposed to have my 1 st day of training with CVG . My sched was 12 am to 8 am . . So, being the fresh grad I was. Super excited ako magstart ng training . Kaya Sunday night pa *** nandun na ko kasi I thought , Monday 12 am ang start , Un pala Tuesday 12 am ang start .. Anyway, pagsakay na pagsakay ko sa elevator, sumara na kagad *** door, good thing my boyfriend ( hinatid nya ko sa insular ) was able to stop the elevator doors . I haven 't pressed the button that says 4th but the elevator started going up . While the elevator was going up , I pressed the 4th button, pero ndi nagstop *** elevator sa 4 th floor. . Instead, umakyat pa ito up to the 8 th floor . So, naghysterical na ko nun kasi naramdaman ko na na may msamang mangyayari. . Bumukas ang bulok na elevator sa 8 th floor . Pitch black ang paligid. Umiiyak na ko nun , so my boyfriend told me to close my eyes and stay calm . . we were trying to close the door by pressing the close button , pero ayaw.. until sumara din ang door, PERO . . . Biglang nagstop ang pagsara ng elevator , *** pagstop pa nya e parang may pumigil na tao , kasi nagshake *** door. mga 3 to 4 times nangyari na sasara, tapos may pipigil , bubukas ulit *** door. . very creepy. . Nung nsa (4th) floor na ko , I had this teamate whose 3 rd eye is open, she told me that she also experienced the same **** I went through , pero calm lang sha . Nakita nya na may headless lady figure with her arms stretched infront of her sa 8 th floor, at kaya daw ayaw masara ng door kasi nakaharang *** arms ng babaeng ito .. i told her sumara naman ** *** elevator .. my teammate answered. . e kasi nakasakay na sha sa elevator. .. Posted: Apr 23, 2008 05:42 PM

8th Floor of Insular Life Building By: yummy_mummy I had this creepy experience. This happened 3 years ago. I was supposed to have my first day of training with CVG. My schedule was 12 am to 8 am. So, being a fresh graduate, I was very excited to start my training. So, on Sunday night, I was there because I thought, it will start on Monday 12 am. I was wrong, it was actually on Tuesday 12 am. Anyway, as I entered the elevator, it suddenly closed. Good thing, my boyfriend was able to stop the elevator door. (He's with me because he accompanied me to Insular.) I haven't pressed the 4th floor button yet, but the elevatot just started going up. While the elevator was going up, I pressed the 4th floor button but it didn't stop on the 4th floor. Instead, it continued to go up to 8th floor. I was starting to be hysterical because I felt something wrong's going to happen. The broken elevator door opened in 8th floor. The place was pitch black. I was crying that time, so my boyfriend told me to close my eyes and stay calm. We were trying to close the door by pressing the close button, but still it didn't. At last it started to close, BUT it stopped closing. The way it stops seemed someone interrupted it intentionally - someone like a person, because the door shook. It happened for 3 to 4 times - it started closing, then it stopped, and happened the same. Very creepy. When we arrived in 4th floor, I had this teammate whose 3rd eye is open. She told me that she also experienced the same. We went back, but she was calm. She saw a headless lady figure with her arms stretched in front of her in the 8th floor. The reason why the door can't close because her hands were blocking it. I told her again, "The elevator closed." My teammate answered, "It's because she was finally inside the elevator." Posted: Apr 23, 2008 05:42 PM

Both the stories above shared the same building where the incident happened. However, they have different floors - the former in the 9th Floor and the latter in 8th. The ghost in the latter ghost story didn't appear to them, while in the former, the ghost herself talked to the person in the elevator.

[Taken from Internet:[3]]

Elevator I heard a story from a previous company I'd worked in. Hindi sakin nangyari ito pero sa previous colleague. [I heard a story from a previous company I'd worked in. It didn't happened to me but to my previous colleague.] The building is a 7-story na occupied nang isang company lang, it is on Bumatay St, Mandaluyong. I dont know if up till now pero before the lift could only reach 5ft floor, functioning only til 4th where the admin is, 3rd is the storage, 2nd floor being the showroom.. [The building has 7-stories occupied by only one comapny. It is in Bumatay St., Mandaluyong City. I don't know if till now, because before it only reached to 5th floor, but functioning only till 4th floor where the administration is; 3rd is the storage; and 2nd floor being the showroom.] One night, as so happened.. the last person left sa building besides sa guard on duty, is yung accountant. Routine is whenever the accountant is finished, she'd call up the building care-taker (name nya ata Mang Tony?) so he could assist her down and make sure na everything's ok. So when they are to get down, they rode the lift naturally... then it stopped on third. for a very long time, they stared at the black nothing. It was like as if some one was pressing the elev button kaya hindi nagsasara. and after like eternity, Mang Tony suddenly said, "Sige, sabay ka na." After he said that, the doors closed. No one spoke, the lift continued going down. It finally reached the ground and they quickly went out. Then, well, the lift went up again... and stopped at third floor. [One night, as so happened.. The last person left in the building aside of the guard on duty, is the accountant. Routinely, whenever the accountant is finished, she'd call up the building caretaker (His name maybe is Mang Tony.) so he could assist her down and make sure that everything's okay. So when they are about to go down, they rode the lift naturally. Then it stopped on the third (floor). For a very long time, they stared at the black nothing. It was like as if someone was pressing the elevator button making it unable to close. And after like an eternity, Mang Tony suddenly said, "Alright, come with us." After he said that, the door closed. No one spoke, the lift continued going down. It finally reached the ground and they quickly went out. Then, well, the lift went up again, and stopped at third floor.]

Like the two stories above, this also happened in an elevator, but this time it happened in different building. I also noticed this one is more similar to the 2nd story.

And here's a hospital incident. This is far different to the previous stories given.

[Taken from Internet:[4]]

At the Capitol Medical Center, nobody usesa certain elevator. According to a doctor there, an orderly fell to his or her death in that elevator shaft. The orderly was talking to someone and didn't notice there was no elevator cabin when he or she stepped inside. Nobody told this story to Kevin Sandiego. Sandiego, his father and his sister were supposed to get off at the second floor but the elevator took them to the basement. A man wearing slacks and a long-sleeved shirt got off at the basement and they followed him, thinking there was another way. "The man turned to the left and so did we but there was no corridor, just a wall. The man vanished into thin air. We ran to the elevator but it was closed. We had to bang the elevator doors in almost complete darkness before it finally opened," Kevin says. A nurse later told them that the basement used to be a morgue.

Afterword

There's another story I'm still finding. It's about a floor where the person riding the elevator saw a Hell-like place - literally like a hell. You can see blazing fire and demons. He was very scared because the devil's were running towards the elevator, but before they arrived the elevator door finally closed.

Anyway, if ever elevators act like that, there's two things people may think - one is it's broken and two is someone was controlling it. Maybe, if you will observe the elevator when it acts like that, you may notice something scientific explanation. However, if it only happens in a specific time, then something's different is on it.

Note: I just want to remind my readers that even though I put the stories above here, I don't conclude that they are not real. If you believe them or not, it's still in your own opinion.

Sources
[1] True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 2. PSICOM Publishing Inc. 2003. Quezon City, Philippines. ISBN 971-8995-90-0
[2] http://m.pinoyexchange.com/forums/showthread.php?t=270001&page=2
[3] http://m.facebook.com/PhilippineGhostStories/posts/578267672194628
[4] http://www.spot.ph/newsfeatures/32719/10-scary-spots-in-metro-manila/2
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The Ghost in CCP and Metropolitan Theater

Old buildings are always associated with terror - that all of them have cruel past and unwanted memories of people who once lived there, but that is not absolute. As those buildings are also connected with ghosts - ghost of those people who really loved the place, it only mean that they didn't want to depart on the structure because of its dear significance.

Not all buildings can be compared or synonymously be pointed to the Manila Film Center, whose past became so tragic that the dead still haunts the place for vengeance and justice.

One of our readers gave me an idea about the ghost living in the Cultural Center of the Philippines.[a] As I was finding information about the CCP ghost, I found one story about the Metropolitan Theater. So I thought, it could be much useful if I combine both old theaters in Metro Manila. Thanks to the stories created by Luce and Clarence Tuvera in Yourghoststories.com. They gave me enough history of the ghosts.

So let's get started . . .

The Manila Metropolitan Theater

Before the creation of the CCP, artistic performances were held in public places around the country. The Manila Grand Opera House, which was constructed in mid-19th Century, housed the stage plays, operas and zarzuelas and other important events in Manila. Then, there came the creation of Metropolitan Theater (or MET as what others call it).

The Manila Metropolitan Theater was the first theater created before the Cultural Center of the Philippines. It houses the Braodway of the Philippines - an Art Deco building of Manila. It was constructed in 1931. Juan M. Arellano is the Filipino architect who designed the MMT.

During the liberation of Manila by the United States and Filipino forces in 1945, the theatre was severely damaged, losing some of its roofing and destroying some of the walls. After reconstruction by the Americans it gradually fell into disuse in the 1960s. In the following decade it was meticulously restored in 1978 but again fell into decay.[3]

The Cultural Center of the Philippines

The Cultural Center of the Philippines is a government owned and controlled corporation established for preservation, development and promotion of Philippine arts and culture. It provides local and international productions with stage performances and exhibitions. In addition to it, the CCP is also the venue for festivals.

Leandro Locsin was the designer of the structure. It was originally planned to be constructed in Quezon City when the Philippine-American Cultural Foundation (PACF) raised fund for this new theater. However, First Lady Imelda Marcos persuaded the PACF to relocate the plan to Roxas Boulevard in Manila. Executive Order No. 60 was issued by Pres. Marcos for formalization of the project.

The construction was objected by Senator Ninoy Aquino because the money used came mostly from public fund and it didn't have congressional appropriation, and the institution was branded for the elites.

Story

[Taken from Internet:[1]]

Who's that Girl? By: luce [ . . . ] That day, during dad's shift, their crew were informed that the president's first lady, Imelda Marcos, will be watching the play. The Presidential Security Group (PSG) thoroughly swept the place for anything and anyone suspicious. After that, my dad and the sound technician (let's call him Roy), went up to the control room behind the stage (it's elevated, think two story backstage) and started checking their equipment to get ready for the play. Their area allows them to see the stage without being seen by the audience. Imagine the recording studios with the glass panel - that's pretty much how it looks like. On the first level across them (still behind the stage) are two PSG men, stationed in that area. The play started without a hitch but during the intermission, the two PSG guys came running inside the control room. My dad and Roy got a little worried - during that time, getting in trouble with the Marcoses either mean torture or death. One of PSG guys spoke up and asked whether someone went through the room. My dad and Roy told them they haven't seen anyone go through the door. Unconvinced, the PSG guys pointed to a door on the right. Roy said that door has been locked for a long time but gave them the key anyway so they could check it themselves. They did and found the tiny room dusty and empty (no trap doors or anything). For a couple of tough guys, they started looking a little shook up. They told my dad and Roy that just a few minutes ago, before the intermission, they saw a lady with long hair and white clothes entering the room--running, then disappearing. My dad and Roy looked at each other, shrugged and told the PSG guys that it happens a lot there (the whole CCP in fact). Here's another tale I want to share with you guys about that place. In class, during high school, our teacher in English was discussing the details of our upcoming project. She then started sharing the woes of our upperclassmen (or women since I studied in an all-girls school) with their thesis. I stopped listening at this point, deciding to scribble doodles on my notebook but a picture being passed around piqued my interest. My teacher said it was taken in one of the hallways of the CCP (the hall with the huge mirrors). I can't remember if it's 3 or 4 of her students, but I can remember seeing 3 unwelcome images - one of a lady with long hair and a boy between 2 of her students, and a head of a man in front. The lady and the boy were in the mirror. Their images like smoke. The man in front is less discernible at first glance, it looks like it was super imposed. All in 35 mm of film. No, I don't have a copy of that picture. I was a broke high school student (remember, 'tis the age of nice old film cameras) and was not a huge fan of the supernatural back then.

Another story which gave me much interest is The Dame by Clarence Tuvera.

[Taken from Internet:[2]]

The Dame By: Clarence Tuvera [ . . . ] . . . Artistic Director Rolando Tinio received the invitation to join the festival, he gladly accepted it, taking it as an act of good will on the part of the CCP. He decided to mount his Filipino translation of Will Shakespeare's The Twelfth Night (Ikalabing-Dalawang Gabi), featuring his actress wife, the dame of classical theater in the Philippines, Ella Luansing Tinio in the role of Viola. A week before the start of the actual festivities, however, Ella Luansing suddenly died due to a tragic car accident. We half expected to receive a call from director Tinio saying he will withdraw his company's participation from the festival, but he didn't. He did call to inform us that his daughter, Victoria Tinio will be taking over the role of Viola, and that we were to make the necessary changes in the list of cast for the official festival program. I know many of the people in TP. I have worked with them backstage in at least two productions, one of which - Will Shakespeare's The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark (translated as Ang Trahedya ni Hamlet, Prinsipe ng Denmarka) - was when they were already at the MET. I went to visit them two days before their Technical Dress Rehearsal, partly on official business (Director Tinio was supposed to deliver a lecture on Stage Management to festival participants, and I came over to inform him of the exact venue of the lecture), and partly out of nostalgia. Even the whole stage design was tweaked to reflect the company's state of mourning, as shown by the black and white veils that hang from the battens and falls ever so gracefully down to the stage boards. An extra character was also incorporated into the performance - a lady in black, laced evening gown whose face is covered with a thin black veil - appearing at certain scenes on stage. This extra character was played by TP resident actress, Divina Fabrique Cavestany who bears a striking resemblance to the late Ella Luansing Tinio (same facial features, same piercing eyes, same posture, though younger by a decade.) This character was to appear whenever the actors on stage would recite a soliloquy from other plays that Tinio incorporated into the script. These soliloquies were from characters in other plays that the late Ella performed in. Needless to say, the rehearsal that I witnessed, as a whole, was creepy and depressing (considering that Twelfth Night is supposed to be a comedy of manners). Nevertheless, some of us who have worked with the company in the past decided to see the play on closing night (it ran for three weekends, excluding the actual festival week). That was to be TP's final performance, as Rolando decided to finally call it quits after 17 years of translating and producing classics of world theater for Filipino audiences. His main disciple and creative partner, Ella, is gone, and so he figured there was no more reason to continue. All TP alumni, on stage and back stage, were invited to a quiet dinner afterwards. During final performance, however, as Divina's character weaved in and out of scenes, something extraordinary happened. Another lady in black appeared on stage, much to everyone's horror. The face was veiled, and yet there was no mistaking those eyes that pierced through the thin fabric. Divina actually stopped her entrance from stage left, then walked right back out, as the other veiled figure stood at stage right. Being the professionals that they were, the actors proceeded with the performance as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. The audience, many of whom were regular TP fans and Classics of World Theater enthusiasts, was in complete silence: everyone knew the late Ella enough to recognize her presence. If it was a bad joke, it was done in poor taste. The apparition appeared several times that night, often stopping Divina on her tracks. At one point, it made an entrance while Divina was already on stage. Everyone saw the two women in black on the stage at the same time. It was unnerving. At curtain time, however, only Divina came out in her costume, sans the veil to take her final TP bow. As the curtain fell for the last time, the unnerved audience stepped out of the theater in such a hurry you would have thought there was a fire somewhere. I don't know if many of the cast and TP alumni stayed for the dinner after the performance. I know I didn't. [ . . . ] TP: Teatro Pilipino

Note: The stories above are summarized for briefing the whole original story. You can visit the source websites.

Afterword

The second story is proven true by the author himself. Though the incident happened in Metropolitan Theater, the ghost seemed similar to the CCP ghost. But I don't mean the Met ghost is the same ghost in CCP. What I mean is, ghost like them have unfinished business. Ella Luansing (the Met ghost), if she didn't die, she should have been one of the characters in the play.

Note: Try pointing your cursor on the underlined words or letters for an additional information or definition.

Sources:
[1]http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=12344
[2]http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=18857
[3]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manila_Metropolitan_Theater
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_Center_of_the_Philippines
Image Source:
http://www.renegadetheatercompany.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/ghost_light-palace_theater.jpg

The Ghost Taxicab

Taxicabs are one of the main transportation we can find in big cities. Unlike jeepneys and busses, taxis are more private, for-hire vehicles. What I mean is, taxis can only take limited passengers inside, not as much as that of the former two vehicles. They're also more comfortable compare to other passenger vehicles, because aside of being air-conditioned, they can bring you on locations of your own choice.

Anyway, I have read a lot of stories about taxicabs. Some of them are criminal in nature (a modus operandi), and some of them are ghostly. Two taxicab caught my attention, and it was owned by the Maligaya Taxi Cab and Malaya Taxi Company.

Story

[Taken from Internet:]

It was late at night when a student from school, decided to hail a Maligaya Taxi Cab. Upon entering the vehicle, the student felt something uneasy and sudden chill on the spine, but just ignored and dismissed probably because of the cold breeze of night. She tried to make conversation with the driver which was unusually silent, but no chat was formed. Arriving to her destination, she reached for her wallet in her bag for paying the fare. When she turned to the driver, his face was full of oozing blood from his head. Cause of fright, she ran out of the vehicle only to turn around and find that the taxi vanished.

[Taken from Internet:[1]]

The Ghostly Taxi Driver of Maligaya I'm sure anyone would recall the story about a woman who hailed a maligaya taxi cab late one night from work. Upon entering the vehicle, the woman already felt a sudden chill on the spine but she dismissed that as probably caused by the coldness of the night. She tried striking a conversation with the driver who was unusually silent. As they reach her destination, she took her wallet in the bag for the fare and when she turned to the driver, he was headless... In sheer horror, she ran out of the vehicle only to turn around and find that the taxi was no longer there... The taxi driver actually met a gruesome accident with the cab in total wreck. The number of the taxicab is 416. When the owner of Maligaya was asked about this issue, he just denied the story saying either the taxi does not exist or even if it did, the driver has retired.

[Taken from Internet:[2]]

Headless Maligaya Taxi Driver Art of Jive Gerard Medina Davao city, the exact date or year is yet unknown, late at night a woman hailed a taxi to get home. The Maligaya taxi, one of the major taxi operators in the city, stopped in front of her and the lady took a seat in the back of the vehicle. Suddenly she felt an unexplainable chill on her spine and the shivers got all over her. Because it was cold that night, the feeling was brushed off as insignificant and was not given any further thoughts. Along the way the woman tried to start a conversation with the driver but he remained silent until the destination was reached. The driver turned his head when she wanted to pay for the ride and asked for the fare, in sheer horror she saw that small streams of blood were flowing from his deformed head, completely terrified she jumped out of the car. After grabbing herself together she turned around and saw that the taxi was gone. Later the woman learned of an urban legend about a Maligaya taxi, holding the number 416, that was involved in a gruesome accident that ended the cab as a total wreck. The driver got killed in the mishap, but it is presumed that his restless ghost was caught between two worlds and is still driving the car in and around Davao. The proprietor of the Maligaya Company absolutely denied the story, claiming the taxi with the number 416 never existed.

Variations:

Some stories say that it was a mother, and a woman from work, instead of a student from school.

Instead of an oozing blood from the head of the driver, it was headless.

Some say, it was a ghost of the taxi driver who met a gruesome accident with the cab in total wreck.

Some versions include the number of the Taxi as 416.

[Taken from a Book:[3]]

Taxi #45 By: Ronald Gary Bautista Chris and Julie were walking down the bayside road that night. It was really dark and the first vehicle to pass was taxi. Chris waved for it to stop. The taxi stopped a few meters ahead of them. Chris approached it to talk to the driver. As he leaned down to look inside, he was horrified to find the taxi empty. Is it okay with the driver, Chris? Julie called out. Chris looked at his girlfriend. He turned back to the taxi and got even more terrified. The taxi was now full of people, their eyes staring fiercely at him. Chris couldn't bear it anymore and ran back to his girlfriend. Another vehicle stopped near them. When they saw that it was Gary, Chris immediately went inside and pulled his girlfriend in with him. I told you guys to wait for me at the beach party. It's not good to be walking along this road, Gary scolded the couple. Suspecting that Gary knew about the weird taxi, Chris asked his friend, Gary, what do you know about the taxi back there? BEEP! Gary honked the horn before answering. Two years ago, the Malaya Taxi Company's car number 45 had a terrible accident on this very road, said Gary. BEEP! The driver died, along with his five passengers. BEEP! After the accident, rumors ran rampant that taxi #45 was seen travelling this road. BEEP! The Malaya Taxi Company denied that they produced another taxi unit with the same number, Gary continued. BEEP! How do you know all this? Chris asked Gary. I'm a journalism student, remember? I covered this story once, Gary replied. Gary dropped the couple at Chris' house and said, There's more. Some say that taxi #45 crosses the path of vehicles that travel the bayside road. Is that also true? Julie asked. They said that if taxi #45 passes by, you honk once, Gary answered. Chris said, Hey! Didn't you honk many times while we were on the bayside road? Yes! The taxi passed us five times tonight, and each time the taxi passed, one of them disappeared, Gary said. While we were on the bayside road, the five dead passengers appeared, Gary said in a whisper. What? You mean you saw the five passengers on the road? cried Julie. No, in my car! Gary said.

Information

Christopher Maynard, in his book Ghosts, enumerated six types of ghosts. One of them is the Replay Ghosts. Now and then, if a death involves powerful emotions, a new ghost is created. It lingers on haunting the place for centuries. They can be children, adults, animals, even cars, planes, and ships. These ghosts inhabits the place where they die or is buried in tragic or violent circumstances. They act out an event over and over. It might be the details of a crime or an everyday routine.[4] They are not dangerous, but they are absolutely scary.

If you notice, the description given by Christopher Maynard is similar to that of the Malaya and Maligaya Taxicabs. They both act an everyday routine.

When I searched for Malaya Taxi Company, I found nothing. The only thing that pops in Google is the horror story of Mr. Ronald Gary Bautista. I can't find any information of the said company. (If some of you knew anything about them, you can e-mail me or comment below.)

On the other hand, I found something about the Maligaya Company. It was one of the main taxi operators in Davao City, which means the urban legend spread first there.

Sources:
[1]http://hccc.friendhood.net/t158-maligaya-taxi-ghost-rider-davao-urban-legends
[2]http://jive.dunked.com/headless-maligaya-taxi-driver
[3]The Best of True Philippine Ghost Stories. 2008. PSICOM Publishing Inc. ISBN 978-971-0372-85-0. Quezon City, Philippines.
[4]Informania: Ghosts. Christopher Maynard. ISBN 0-7636-1114-X.
Image Source:
http://tomdharris.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/taxi-in-fog.jpg?w=545

Someone's in the Backseat

Some urban legends came from a real-life experience of a true person. When somebody started to spread it, those people who usually hear it will change the original either intentional or unintentional. Unintentional in a way that they may had forgotten some of the details. Intentional because the tale teller added something to make it much more interesting. Obviously, that's how gossips circulate too.

The 'natural crime' themed urban legends, compared to others, have a great possibility that they might had originated from a fact. Stories of how a serial killer slay someone or when they usually attack becomes urban legend, well as a warning to everyone. If you had read the article here entitled The White Van and Green Van, you will notice how it greatly affects the mind of the public. That's one notable example of an urban legend that might had derived from a real-life story.

Anyway, the urban legend were about to confer is a story which is comparable to a foreign urban legend with a title, Killer in the Backseat.

Story

[Brunvand Version (1981):[1]]

A woman living in the city [Salt Lake] was visiting some friends in Ogden. When she got into her car in front of this friend's house, she noticed that a car started up right behind her car. It was about 2:00 in the morning, and there weren't any other cars on the road. After she had driven to the highway, she began to think that this car was following her. Some of the time he would drive up real close to her car, but he wouldn't ever pass. She was really scared to death and kept speeding to try to get away from him. When she got to Salt Lake, she started running stop lights to get away from him, but he would run right through them too. So when she got to her driveway she pulled in really fast, and this guy pulled in right behind her. She just laid on the horn, and her husband came running out. Just then, the guy jumped out of the car, and her husband ran over and said, "What the hell's goin' on here?" So he grabbed the guy, and his wife said, "This man's followed me all the way from Ogden." The man said, "I followed your wife because I was going to work, and as I got into my car, I noticed when I turned my lights on, a man's head bob down in her back seat." So the husband went over to her backseat, opened the door, and pulled this guy from out of the backseat.

Here's the Philippine version of the urban legend.

[Taken from Internet:[2]]

A man was driving alone along a dark road in the middle of the night (some say it is Balete, others do not specify). He noticed another car behind him. Nothing strange there. But after a while, he noticed that the car was still there and seemed to be following him. To be sure, he took a series of turns. But the car was on his tail, what more he kept on flashing the headlights. The guy decided to stop the car and confront the driver. The driver of the car that was following him immediately got off his car white-faced. "Pare, kanina pa kita pinatatabi kasi merong babae sa likuran ng kotse mo na may dalang kutsilyo na tinututok sayo. Pero nung nag-flash ako ng headlight biglang nawala." Pare, I've been trying to tell you to stop because I saw a girl at your back pointing a knife at you. But I flashed my headlights, then it vanished suddenly. Note: Pare - buddy; pal

Information

I included a version of Jan Brunvand's because it's one of the oldest and most original recount of the legend.

The killer in the backseat urban legend is actually one of the common legends in United States and United Kingdom. Carlos Drake, a folklorist, is the first one who noted it in 1968.

All the versions of it have one similar flow of story. The Snopes.com enumerated the variation.

According to the said website, the story might originally been prompted by a real news. In 1964, in New York, one murderer escaped from the jail. He hid in the backseat of a car which belongs to a police detective. The police then shot the escaped murderer.

The story always have three main characters: the car driver who is supposed to be the victim; the hero/heroine who warns the car driver; and the killer/madman in the backseat. Versions just differ in settings (E.g. gas station and in the road).

Actually, I don't know how it came here in the Philippines. One story of it even includes the name of Ms. Korina Sanchez. Fortunately, someone debunk the story and now people accepted it as false.


I entitled the article Someone's in the Backseat, because here in the Philippines, its not only killers who hides or intrudes the backseat but also the ghosts. Funny, but I found stories like that.

Back Seat Passenger[3] By: DarK_eYes_Mikko This happened to me when I was working as a salesman covering the South Luzon area during October of 1996. After a full day's work with my distributor, I was driving alone around 11 p.m. from Batangas City to Manila. I had the radio on and was cruising over the part of the highway right after the Bauan shortcut. I usually get goose bumps when I pass that area and that night was no different. I suddenly smelled sampaguita and burning candle wax in the car. I don't have a car freshener because my wife's allergic to them. The hair on the back of my neck stood and my head felt like it was getting bigger. I tried not to mind it but when I glanced at the rear view mirror, I caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure in the back seat. I looked at the road in front before glancing again at the rear view mirror to make sure there was really someone (or something) there. Knowing that I could get into an accident if I panic, I calmed myself. I don't scare easily but I am cautious. I told the being to spare me and to not startle me because I feared getting into an accident. I told it that my kids were waiting for me at home. I then recited the Our Father and Hail Mary prayers. After the Amen, the figure vanished. The heaviness in my head went away. I stopped at the nearest 24-hour gas station to collect my wits. There,the night manager and several gas boys asked why I was so pale and shaken. I told them what happened. They revealed to me that that dark stretch of road I just passed was the scene of many accidents - from people ran over by big trucks and speeding cars to collisions between cars. Several motorists have reported to have had shadowy passengers in their vehicles. Some survivors of accidents even said that the ghostly back seat passenger started them, causing them to get into their accidents. The store manager and the gas boys advised me to stay a couple of minutes before resuming my journey. I waited for an hour before driving off. Nowadays, I avoid going home alone late from Batangas.

Sources:
[1]http://www.snopes.com/horrors/madmen/backseat.asp
[2]http://spoonlagoon.blogspot.com/2008/09/pinoy-urban-legends-20.html
[3]True Philippine Ghost Stories Book 8. 2004. PSICOM Publishing Inc. ISBN 971-0372-06-8. Quezon City, Philippines.
Image Source:
http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/200H/f/2013/289/1/a/killer_in_the_backseat_by_blade_fury-d6qptpa.jpg

Do Animals have Ghost?

Christians, Jews, Muslims and others believe in the idea of afterlife. They also believe that each human have spirit and soul. So how about animals, Do you think, they have spirits and souls too?

Humans do have feelings and intellect. So as the animals too. Humans are created by God. So as the animals too. What I'm trying to say is, if each human has a life and a body, and each animal have them too. Therefore, if humans have spirit and soul, then animals should have them too. Right? Well, if you don't believe me with my simple arguement, I can't blame you. If animals don't have spirit and soul, then they have no afterlife. However, how can you explain the similarities of humans and animals? Animals are made up of the same energy that humans are. Both of them also need air to breathe, and food and water to survive. They also get sick and die the same way how humans do.

Did I convince you somehow?

By the way, if each human have spirit and soul; and spirits became ghosts if they remain on earth after death. Then, animals might have ghosts too. What do you think? My answer is a big, fat, YES . . .

This is my Halloween Special article.

Few days ago, I saw a video in the internet where animals are tortured, and literally being crushed with human feet to death. The first video I saw was an innocent white-with-black-spots puppy being crushed and kicked by three girls, as if they were just playing with a black and white ball. Another video I saw was a cat killed by an adult woman in the same manner as the latter, and then another one features an adult dog. After watching those short videos, I found myself crying, disturbed, and dumbed. When I woke up from being speechless, the first sentence I said, for what I remember, Do they want to feel the pain of being tortured? I would definitely do it specially for them. I even imagined to have the Death Note (Light Yagami's notebook in the anime 'Death Note'.) and the website Hell Correspondence (Ai's website in the anime 'Jigoku Shoujo'.) I may be exaggerated, but I really love animals. That's how I love them. I have a pet, a little cute gray cat, and he is cuddly. :)

About

Phantom pets often come back to visit former homes and owners.[1] That's what the book I found say about animal ghosts.

The common animal ghosts reported to be seen by humans are the dogs, cats and horses rather than goldfishes and mosquitoes. Humans may not see them but they might feel them the same way when these animals were still alive. For example, your dog often sleeps beside you, after he died, you still feel something moving in your bed then it seemed it lied beside you.

Unlike human ghosts who sometimes appear with eye sockets empty, rotted-flesh or no head, animal ghosts appear the same feature they look like when they were alive. So, they're not, or somehow a little bit, scary. Animal ghost usually don't haunt like what human ghost did. They may sometimes appear as friendly or sometimes not especially if they are guarding something. Just like how they act when they're alive. But like what I said, they don't usually haunt.

I am limiting the animal ghost in dogs, cats, and horses, because they're the only animals reported. Maybe because, these animals have connection with humans, and they are also intelligent.

Accordingly, man is the only species that some day realizes that he or she will terminate and leave this world. All other species simply exist from day to day and die without being able to communicate to us that possibility that they in fact are dying.[2]

One reason why there is an animal ghost perhaps because of the humans great love with them and/or constant grieving of the loss which may sometimes create an effect as to why humans became ghosts too - sudden violent or tragic death. For this reasons, animals go back for a short period of time.[2]

Reported Cases of Animal Ghosts

[Taken from a book:]

Australia, 1953 William Courtney was heartbroken when Lady, his greyhound, died. The next night, lying in bed in the dark, he heard a dog patter into his room and flop down on the floor beside him - just like Lady used to. When he turned on the light, the room was empty. Lady's ghost was gone.[1]

Conclusion

I can't wish animal ghosts to haunt humans. Some of us love to eat pork, beef and chicken. But it could be justifying to say that if ever they can haunt, only to those people who killed them in a wrong way.

Back to the ghost thing. If animals may became ghosts and/or have spirits too, then they share life after death with us.

Sources:
[1]Informania: Ghost. Christopher Maynard. 2000. ISBN 0-7636-1114-X
[2]http://www.ghostresearch.org/articles/animal.html (Animal Ghost by: Dale Kaczmarek)
Image:
http://smartpei.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451db7969e2015438a34dd0970c-800wi

Daisy

Haunted houses are made when they have a dark past in which the ghost still haunts. Those ghosts might seek for revenge to his/her captor, and they might be jealous to the living.

I found a story in a book about a 1950s house in Cavite wherein a ghost of a young lady still haunts and scares his neighbors through her sad moaning.

[Taken from The Sound of Fear by Gabby Libarios]

.... Built during the 1950s, it was a baronial house belonging to the landed gentry of Cavite. Bathe in opulence and grandeur, the house was not only meant for residence. It was also a place for grand celebrations, where the cultured, the educated, and the toast of the town converged to partake of joyous merrymaking that lasted until the wee hours. Some townsfolk would suggest that the festivities held there were always of grand scale. Music spilled into the streets, wine flowed like water, and all the lights switched on, making the house look ablaze from afar. However boisterous and pompous the celebration were, people in the surrounding area regarded the house as their temporary escape, which offered them an experience - albeit vicariously - what it was like the charmed life. But as always, there was another side of the story, especially if no one alive could attest to the house's history, which, over the years, has become a mix of truth and untruth passed around by word of mouth. Some people would say that it was the hiding place of powerful drug lord. Other would suggest that it was a hotbed of vice, where the high rollers and card sharks gamble their riches, sometimes life and limb, all in the name of money. Just the same, the houses had nothing but notoriety. But among the lies and fabricated tales, there was always one story that kept the house's history interesting, horrifying, and sad all at the same time. It was the story of the Santos family. Despite their wealth, which came from the father's successful mining company, the sons and daughters were taught to lead a simple, low key life. Every morning, the father would read the paper and drink his coffee on the veranda. The mother, who always wore melancholic smile, would tend their garden, quietly pruning the plants and pulling out the weed sprouts, while the kids, except the eldest who was always in her room, would run around the garden. Named after a flower, Daisy had always been quiet and reserved. She would spend most of her time inside her room, carefully thumbing through her dog-eared books by classic authors. Oftentimes, she would just sit in front of her dresser and comb he long black hair for hours. If the weather permitted, she would linger on her balcony and relish the crisp, fresh air summer. Their neighbors would say that sometimes they would hear Daisy singing from the balcony. Her voice is so lovely, they would say. On days when Daisy would accompany her mother to church, people would always notice her. Some say Daisy was the most beautiful girl in town. In fact, her mother's friends never failed to compliment her, however inadequately or too informally clothed she was. Boys, on the other hand, simply gawked at her presence. Little did Daisy know that her beauty, which held so much power, would soon be her curse. Barely a month after her 18th birthday, Daisy was brutally raped and murdered. The crime happened when the rest of the family was out for an afternoon mass. Her lifeless body was found in the backyard. Her clothes were ripped, blood dripping between her legs. Investigations said she was in her room when her attacker barged in. Bruises on her stomach and legs suggested she was beaten first. Loose black hair found on the floorboards near her bedroom indicated that the rapist dragged Daisy by the hair out of her room before committing the heinous crime. Despite the thorough investigation, the culprit was never found. Some say it was Daisy's spurned lover. Others say it was their house help who always harbored feelings for Daisy. The family eventually moved out and never returned. Although there were the occasional visits from real estate agents, no one had ever taken interest in the house since then. Though it was relegated to a mere urban legend, Daisy's death still echoes in that little town in Cavite. Legend has it that every night, the sound of a weeping young girl can be heard from the house. ....

Source(s):
True Philippine Ghost Story Book 15

Note(s): The picture depicted above is not the actual picture.

Bloody Mary in the Philippines

What is Bloody Mary?

Bloody Mary is a legendary ghost or spirit conjured to reveal the future. She is said to appear in a mirror when her name is called multiple times. The Bloody Mary apparition may be benign or malevolent, depending on historic variations of the legend. The Bloody Mary appearances are mostly "witnessed" in teenage group participation games, often as part of a game of truth or dare.

Rituals on how to perform the Bloody Mary varies as the story is being passed through other people.

... young women walk up a flight of stairs backwards while holding a candle and a hand mirror, in a darkened house.

According to some accounts (from movies and ghost stories), young ladies should perform it in a dark room at night (many tells a particular time, sometimes 12 o'clock or 3 o'clock am) and go face a whole-body mirror. Then, chant Bloody Mary 13 times (some with eyes closed). After doing it, the performer will see their future husband (and skull or whole skeleton, telling you, you'll not marry before you die).

It seemed that the ritual is like that of Snow White's mother-in-law, but there she is asking who is the fairest of them all.

Some young girls in the Philippines perform it for the sake of knowing if they'll marry and who will they marry on the future. These originated of course outside the country. I bet someone still believe on it.

Story

Bloody Mary by: Janine My best friend had this neigbor who died because of a horrible experience. Her neighbor's name was Michelle (not her real name) and she grew up in Bicol. When she was ten, her family moved to Las Pinas, just two blocks away from my best friend's house. My best friend was just a baby at that time. When Michelle was in high school, she wasn't afraid of ghosts. When she would hear rumors, she never believed them. All she would do was laugh at them. But there was one rumor she heard that she would never forget until the day she died: the rumor of Bloody Mary. She fainted after hearing it for the first time, so her friends brought her to the school clinic. When she woke, her friends startedasking questions but the only thing she said was, "I'm not afraid of ghosts!" "Really?" her friends asked. They formed circle and murmured amongst each other. Then they dared Michelle to do the Bloody Mary ritual. She did it that night in her bathroom. She turned off the lights, shut the door, and said, "Bloody Mary, bloody Mary, bloody Mary." She chanted it thirteen times, louder and louder, almost to a near scream, and kept glancing at the mirror on each pass. On the thirteenth time, she looked in the mirror and saw her face bit it was all covered in blood! She touched her own face but there was no blood. Then something or someone knocke on the door. She thought that she might see something creepy so she didn't answer it. It knocked tem times then started banging on the door! She wondered why nobody could hear the banging and thought that the thing had killed her family! She screamed, "Leave them alone! Leave them alone!" The banging stopped. All of a sudden, the bathroom became red and the knocking started again. It stopped after five knocks. Michelle peeked out of the bathroom and saw something red on the ground. She stepped on it and it disappeared. She sighed and went back to bed but left the bathroom door open. Her mom woke back to sleep. Now it was Michelle who couldn't sleep because right in front of her just outside the bathroom was a little girl. She was drenced in blood and pleading for help. She had an ID that read "Mary Tachwrite". Michelle closed her eyes and when opened it again the apparition had disappeared. Two days later Michelle died of a severe heart attack. Because of what her friends did to her they all got expelled. They committed suicide because every night they saw the same thing Michelle did. Her friends all became impoverished because their parents got fired at their jobs. Michelle'd mom was their boss and she didn't appreciate what her employees' children to Michelle. Please pray for the lost souls of Mary and Michelle.

Another story:

Bloody Mary I studied at xxxxxxx. There was once a legend in the girl's washroom that a Bloody Mary occasionally appeared to people who called on her. One afternoon, we were really tired and went to the washroom to freshen up. Suddenly, my friend suggested that we try it. We chanted Bloody Mary thirteen times in front of the mirror. Sure enough, there it was staring right at us. We couldn't move in fright. Then we notice that it was moving out of the mirror, leaving a trail of blood behind it. All of us couldn't leave since the Bloody Mary was blocking the doorway. Then suddenly, all of us screamed at the top of our lungs trying to get away. Since I was in the lead, I was so scared. And then (I don't know why), I just screamed and ran through the ghost. All the boys were at the opposite side were wondering why we were screaming and then I accidentally ran into them, with all the girl's behind me and I scrambled up and ran to the principal's office. All of the boys were worried so they checked it out. Then we just heard them running towards us. We all vowed never to come into that washroom again!

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Last Updated: November 26, 2014

Source:
True Philippine Ghost Stories. PSICOM Publishing Inc.
http://haxorfreek.15.forumer.com
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Mary_(folklore)

Doña Juana Rodriguez Street Haunted House

The Doña Juana Rodriguez Street is located at New Manila, Quezon City. It was the old name of Broadway Avenue (near the building of Broadway Centrum - GMA).

I don't have enough time to research and go to National Library to confirm if the author tells the truth about the article of Daily Express. I cannot say the story is real, because me, myself, haven't gone on the said location. By the way, the

The Whole Story

The Doña Juana Rodriguez St. ProjectBy: Anonymous I first heard this true-to-life ghost from my professor who ran out of lessons to teach one sleepy afternoon. It was about this saleslady - let's call her Mrs. Santos - during the Seventies who was into direct-selling Tupperware products, something new in te kitchenware market at the time. At the end of the demonstration she conducted in Laguna, a middle-aged gentleman, who looked like an important businessman - sort of like a Jaime Zobel de Ayala or a John Robert Sobrepena - approached her. The guy - let's call him Mr. Cruz - invited her to do another demonstration in a house along Dona Juana Rodriguez in New Manila, Quezon City. Charmed by the man's courtly demeanor, the saleslady accepted the invitation and went the following week to the address given. It was a lazy Saturday mid-afternoon and very few vehicles were passing by in front of the mansion. In the front yard stood an old, balding man in a white undershirt, sweeping away the dead leaves. When he saw her, the old man, who was probably the caretaker readily invited her inside. The interior of the mansion exuded a certain Old World charm, something seen in period movies like The Sound of Music or Gone with the Wind. She was ushered into the sala and was told to wait for Mr. Cruz. Mrs. Santos proceeded to see out all the Tupperware items she had brought with her. By the time she had finished, Mr. Cruz still hadn't arrived. She decided to pass the time by reading some of the reading some of the magazines. Oddly enough, she couldn't recognize any of the faces featured on the covers. Glancing at the dates, she saw they were all dated in the 1930's. Suddenly, she heard voices coming from upstairs - animated conversation, punctuated by laughter here and there. When she looked up, Mr. Cruz, together with several men and women similar to his age and bearing, were coming down the stairs. Mr. Cruz introduced her to his friends, who were all wearing gray suits. Some of the men were in gray coats and ties, some in gray barongs and pants - even their shoes and handkerchiefs were gray. The women were in gray skirts and long gowns. Mrs. Santos didn't pay particular attention to their attires, surmising that perhaps it was a gathering of an upper-class club or organization and such "uniform" were required. Mrs. Santos introduced the Tupperware products and everybody seemed excited and pledge to order some items. After her demonstration, someone turned on the turntable and played old tunes, probably Bing Crosby classics. Then someone brought out some food and wine and a party began. Mrs. Santos was invited to stay for the party. She declined, saying it was getting dark,but did drink a little of the wine. Mrs. Santos went home happy and tipsy that day. She stayed the night with a 60-year old aunt who lived in Malate. Mrs. Santos told her aunt about her rich, elegant but weird clients. The aunt was surprised when she mentioned the names of Mr. Cruz and his friends. Apparently, her aunt knew them all by name and reputation. Yes, they were all celebrities and elegantly rich! Some of them were famous artist, musicians and socialites. The only thing was, her aunt had watched and read about them during her college days, decade ago. As a matter of fact, these people had been dead for a long time. Many of them didn't survive the Second World War! Mrs. Santos was too stunned to speak. To think that she even danced a tune or two with them and tasted some wine! A few months after, Mrs. Santos decided to write about her experience and have it published in the Sunday edition of the Daily Express. It came out in the second week of December 1972. When my professor read the article, he tried to find out the truth behind the story. He asked his students (at the time, he was teaching the high school students of San Beda College), to visit the mansion in New Manila with him - as a sort of adventure. So, together with a dozen of his students, my professor went to the house one Saturday morning. To their surprise, an old man identical to that described in the Express story was there in front yard, doing much the same thing that the old man in the story was doing - sweeping away the dead leaves. My professor made some pretext about the needing to interview Mr. Cruz about the old houses. The old man ushered them all inside, and there they found everything as described in the 70's article. Even the old magazine were there, bearing the same dates. The old man told them to wait as he climbed the long staircase to inform Mr. Cruz about the group. What happened next? Well, the group didn't wait around to find out as they sped out of the mansion as fast as their feet could carry them. When I asked the professor whether the story was true or not, he dared me to find out myself. He gave me the exact location of the house, which was some blocks away from the Broadway Centrum. So one Sunday morning, I decided to see for myself. Trudging up Doña Juana Rodrguez Street, i noticed some old houses but saw no sign of the old man. Reporting back to my professor, I suggested that after 20 years, somebody might have bought the property and turned it into one of those townhouse complexes. Probably, he said. He didn't care because after the horrifying incident he never went back there. Even at the height of traffic in the area, he always made it a point to avoid the street. As for myself, I can only report his strange incident that happened after I visited the street: One Monday morning I checked out the National Library for old copies of the Sunday Daily Express magazine. To my surprise, I discovered that all the copies of the December 1972 issues were there - except for the issue that came out on the second week. The librarian, who has been working there for decades, was also puzzled. Coincidence? Somehow, I think not.

Source:
True Philippine Ghost Stories. Book 12. PSICOM Publishing Inc.