Bahay ng Duwende Stories Poltergeists

When I think about it, I've had a lot of close encounters with the unknown either from people I've known personally and was fortunate to hear their stories or through personal experiences since my childhood. Being gifted with a creative mind to conjure up such accounts from fragments of my memories and imaginations you, my dear reader, are able to read these short anecdotes peppered with both fact and fiction.

Well, here's a thought I want you to consider carefully. Do you believe in apparitions by affinity? Is it possible for ghosts or other-worldly spirits to haunt a person across the miles? Once again, this true story happened to somebody I used to know in Los Baños during my memorable years in university. His name is Paulo Viterbo. In fact, he once ventured to become a matinee idol because of his good looks but I don't think anything much ever came out of it. He's from the province of Antique. Yes, that notorious for ghosts, capres, manananggals, mangkukulam, tikbalangs, and every other dislocated spirits one can think of. Here's his story in his own account:

" I never really believed in ghosts. I grew up in a town called Sibalom where I heard stories of the paranormal abound. I was raised a catholic and never once had I encountered any experience with the unknown.

But shortly after I arrived in College, Los Baños, I encountered what I now believe to be "poltergeists." These are said to be ghosts or spirits that are essentially harmless but mischievous, supposedly responsible for unexplained happenings and noises such as door slamming, chain rattling, or rapping sounds on walls or tables. But that's the dictionary's definition. Here's what I have experienced first hand.

I just moved to an apartment inside the campus but after a few days I noticed something unusual happened. One night while reading in my desk I suddenly heard a faint knocking sound underneath the table. That was strange, I thought so leaned down to see what it was but there's nothing there. I dismissed it quickly and went back to my book but after a few minutes the knocking occurred again. This time I quickly looked under just in time to catch the sound again but I swear there's empty space down there.

Another instance occurred while I was taking a shower when all of a sudden the lights began to flicker on and off. Someone or something literally flipped the switch from the inside but I'm all alone. Doors that open and close by themselves became a common experience for me. As I've said, I remain unfazed because I really don't believe in ghosts at all. But what happened next really made a believer out of me.

I woke up late one night realizing that my blanket wasn't over me. I found it under the bed so I pulled it up covering me up to my face and started to doze off again. But before I did I could feel something tugging on my blanket and pulling it down again. That's when I began to really get scared. Beads of perspiration started forming all over my face and body. I recited the only prayers I know by heart, "Our Father" and "Hail Mary" silently at first. Then I prayed them again over and over as loud as the beating of my heart.

And then I felt it. Something touching my feet and moving upward, outside the blanket. I couldn't take it any longer. I tried to wish it to go away or maybe I was just having a nightmare so I thought I should will myself to snap out of it. But I knew I was wide awake and this was no dream. When I could feel the touch on my chest I gathered all the courage that was left inside me and with a big heave threw back the blanket to see what it was that was touching me.

At first I expected to see nothing but unfortunately, I did saw something. It was my lolo Amancio from Sibalom. He died earlier that year and I didn't get to see him before he passed away. It seemed he was trying to keep in touch with me. I silently prayed for his departed soul that it may finally rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again he's no longer there. And that was the end of the paranormal disturbance for me. But I finally believed."

Edgar Millan