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.

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.

San Juan, La Union Ghosts

[This past few days, I've been very busy with too many things, including my studies. That's why I can't search any other exciting and interesting urban legends in the Philippines, and post them here. Well, now I'm back. It's Christmas vacation. Perhaps, I will have a lot of time on focusing my favorite pastime.]

This urban legend have been famous for decades. Maybe some of you knew this one.

The town of San Juan, in the province of La Union, west of Luzon, is a fishing before the coming of Americans. It has a number of ghost legends, including a headless nun, smoking faceless man and a mysterious smiling white lady at the old tower. Most tales are said to have originated around this time and handed down to generations. It’s still a quiet town, but pompous cottages and mansions have popped along its shores.

Here's the ghost legends in the said province:

It was said that the nun was killed and beheaded by the Japanese in the old Hispanic convent, and her convent burned down. Till now the convent is still standing. If someone passes the ruins of the covenant on a full moon at midnight, an eerie bell tolls, signalling the approach of the nun from behind. First, you will feel a cool, creepy breeze. Then wavy long hair brushing against the nape. Looking behind, the victim would discover the spooky tale for himself.

Until the present day, the nun is still haunting the old ruins. No one knows why she's still there, but perhaps she wants to avenge her death.

The white lady is said to appear at midnight in the ruins of an old watch tower that dates to pre-Hispanic times, and is particularly likely to be seen by handsome young men.

It was peculiar, "a ghost who only appears on handsome brave youths". I wanted to laugh at it. Well, for those bored individual young man there, if you wanted to know if you're handsome, the only place you can go and find the answer out is in the Bell Tower in La Union. If she will appear, then you're definitely handsome. However, if you'll tell anybody about her appearance on you, no one will likely to believe. I wonder why she laughs????

Another myth is about the smoking faceless man.

Before the war, (perhaps the WWII) youths were used to smoke cigars in an abandoned man-hole at midnight. Once, a stranger came, face overshadowed by a straw hat, asking for light. When they lent a lit cigar, the man looked up to light his, showing a spine-chilling blank where a face should have been. The faceless man allegedly still shows up, though rarely, because he prefers unbranded, native tobacco to imported ones. Who could be that faceless pal???

[Taken from a Website:]

In 1582, San Juan was proclaimed a mission station under the authority of the Augustian Order, as recorded by the Nueva Segovia Bi-centennial souvenir booklet dated April 25, 1587. By 1586 the town had become the center of the parish, and was renamed San Juan by the Augustian Fathers after the Catholic Patron Saint of San Juan Bautista. The town boasted an Augustinian convent and a population of 6,000. Its first priest was Friar Agustin Niño. The center of the parish was subsequently transferred to Bauang, with San Juan sometimes being an out-station (visita) of Bauang and sometimes of Bacnotan. In 1707 the Church of St. John the Baptist was constructed at San Juan. In 1772, the mission station was placed under the authority of the Dominican Order. In 1807, San Juan was established as a parish in its own right. Pindangan Ruins this is the home of the headless stabbed priest whose sole ghost prowls at night, either carrying his severed head or searching for his head. Some report hearing his head calling out for his body to find it. Many say EVP's happen here all the time and the wind is known to whisper strange malediction to those that disrespect the location. Pasatsat is word rooted on the Pangasinense word satsat, meaning "to stab". Pasatsats are ghosts of people who died or were killed in the Second World War. Coffins during the time were so expensive, so the families of the dead wrapped the corpses in reed mats or icamen. The dead were buried in places other than cemeteries because tomb robberies were rampant during that era of extreme poverty. These ghosts usually show up in solitary paths and block passersby. To get rid of such a ghost, one needs to stab (hence pasatsat) the reed mat and unravel it, but doing so will show no presence of a corpse, although the mat will emit a noxious odor, much like that of putrid flesh. In 1898 during the latter days of the Philippine Revolution, the whole of San Juan was razed to the ground by a great fire. Many ghost from this period are said to roam the streets. The town of San Juan, La Union has a considerable amount of ghost encounters, sightings and many many paranormal monsters and legends, including a headless nun and a smiling white lady at the old tower. Another strange ghost is that of Devil Cigar Man or as many call him just the Devilman. In the months just before the war, young men from the town would all go around an abandoned man-hole, there they would smoke cigars and speak of the goings on of the day then one night at midnight something strange occurred. Once, a stranger came appearing strangely with his his long well combed black slicked and straight and braided beard is his most striking feature for his face is always overshadowed by a large brimmed straw hat, he came to them asking for light. When they lent a lit cigar, the man looked up to light his, showing a spine-chilling blank where a face should have been. The faceless Devil man allegedly still shows up, because he prefers unbranded, native tobacco to imported ones. And if you don't give him a light he will drag you straight to hell are strike you deaf and dumb on the spot. Another strange haunted tale is about finding the the Devilman's large brimmed straw hat. If by chance you see a straw hat of or hat of any type of hat or head gear on the side of the road by no means touch it. Because if you dare to do os of God forbid to put it on your head. To do so will bring you straight to hell. The tale of the strange ghost nun that was beheaded by the Japanese, and her convent burned down is a very weird ghost story. If someone passes the ruins of the covenant on a full moon at midnight, an eerie ghost bell tolls this is the signaling of the approach of the nun's ghost. One of the many tales tells that the old historical ruins of a Spanish convent were burned by the Japanese and a pious chaste nun was beheaded as an example for all to see. The old ruins of the covenant still stand. On some nights when an unfortunate person happens to pass by on a full moon at midnight, some spectral bell would toll from the netherworld. It supposedly signals the approach of the ghost nun who will slowly creep up on you from behind. They say she is looking for the man who killed her or his descendents to take her exacting revenge. Many say several daring people have died from fright others driven mad when being touched by her on the left shoulder. The white lady another ghosts not to be confused with the ghost nun or the Balete Drive specter, is said to appear at midnight in the ruins of an old watch tower that dates to pre-Hispanic times, and is particularly likely to be seen by many individuals. In recent times, she is often called the laughing white lady is said to have been showing herself periodically in the old historical ruins. The ghosts of this woman is said to appear often and her disguised appearance is said to be very frightening for she has no eyes. Only gaping sockets which glow with an erie spooky ghost light. Many report they hear her maniacal ghostly laughter and would rather run the see her eyeless ghosts. One of the hitchhiker stories tells of three boys who pick up a girl near a cemetery and take her to a party. this is very similar to the tales of Resurrection Mary in Chicago USA. On the way back, the girl complains of the cold and borrows a jacket. The girl disappears near the cemetery, and the boys find the jacket neatly folded on the headstone of her grave. Or that of a freshly dug up grave where the body has been pulled from the earth and partially eaten. Many believe her to be a real ghoul like creature. A ghoul is a folkloric monster associated with graveyards and consuming human flesh, often classified as undead. In another story, a male hitchhiker asks to be taken to a given address. When they arrive, the hitchhiker has disappeared, but it turns out that he used to live at that address and this is the anniversary of her death. Stories tell that this young disfigured man appears as if he was just in some terrible accident with blood on his clothes.

Sources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Juan,_La_Union
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghosts_in_Filipino_culture
http://www.philippinesinsider.com/myths-folklore-superstition/ghost-myths-of-san-juan-la-union/
http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/ghosthunting/phillipines.php

No. 14 Laperal

It has been urban legend or just plain curiosity that make the locals and tourists alike flock to # 14 Laperal, or famously know as the "White House" in Baguio City.

Many TV shows and films have capitalized on its notoriety as being haunted.

But what really boggles the mind is the mystery surrounding the history of the house. Many stories have come up about the fate of the Laperal family. No one really knows what happened inside the white structure. Even the relatives of the original owners are mum about it.

The paints are fading. But the popularity of the house just keeps on growing because of the interests of the people in the paranormal.

Who are the ghosts that haunt the Laperal White House? Do they have stories to tell?

I-Witness dared to find out when Jay Taruc and a group of psychics locked themselves inside the house to just feel their "presence."

What the cameras captured were extraordinary sounds and images that will stir the senses.

The Video

Click Here to watch this video in youtube.com

I watched this documentary of Jay Taruc in the middle of the night alone in my room ... This scared me very much, especially of that part where a ghost talked in the CCTV Camera saying, Nandito kame ... (We're hear ...) Till now, I can't forget that ...

Source:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ty9_VjYy7Ek

Malacañang Palace

Malacañang Palace is the home of the President of Republic of the Philippines, the symbol of the nation, and also his/her official office. It is located at 1000 José P. Laurel Street, San Miguel, Manila. The house was built in 1750 in Spanish Colonial style. In Spanish Era, it is also the home of Governor-General of the Philippines. It was purchased from a Spanish Aristocrat named Don Luis Rocha, and was purchased by a Spanish Colonel and again purchased by the state, thus became the home of the representatives of Spain in the Philippines.

Yes! It is true. The building was built since the Spanish time. So, it might be true that there is an unknown entity there. Then, what are they?

Male and female figures disappearing into walls. Pianos playing by themselves in the dead of night.

Empty chairs turning, heavy curtains parting, plates vanishing from where you put them. --- Philippine Daily Inquirer

Pres. Noynoy Aquino once said,

No one wants to live in Malacañang proper, because of the eerie environment.

Actually, he prefer to live in the other side of Pasig River - on Bahay Pangarap.

I don?t like the ambience of Malacañang Palace. There's this big balete tree in front [of the state entrance] ... And the guards say sometimes, the pianos start playing by themselves and someone is [heard] marching [down the hall].

Story

[Taken from a News Website:]

Strange things The strongman's son, Senator Ferdinand Bongbong Marcos Jr., narrated tales of ghostly goings-on during the family's 20-year stay in the Spanish-era Palace. There's no doubt about it, many strange things are really happening there, the senator told the Inquirer. Everybody who lived in the Palace, during and after [our stay], including the security and the staff?everybody has experienced something, he said. Eduardo Rozon, chief steward during the Marcos regime, and Bernardo Barcena Jr., a guard posted at the door to the private quarters of the then first family, vividly recall both frightening and hilarious encounters with the unknown in Malacañang. From their stories recounted to the Inquirer last week, it appeared that ghosts haunted not only the numerous state rooms but also the Marcoses? private quarters, and even the adjoining building known as Kalayaan Hall. The chandeliers clanked, the plates in the china room tinkled, and staff members felt their hair rising. The ghostly occurrences always happened in the wee hours?between 2 a.m. and 3 a.m., when the Palace was quiet and deserted, according to both Bongbong Marcos and Barcena. During that witching hour, it was common for the staff to see figures appear at the Reception Hall, the massive corridor framed by pictures of all Philippine presidents, and the Ceremonial Hall, the biggest room in the Palace where the most important state functions are held and which served as balcony during the Spanish and American eras. Never their faces You just see them. You think they're your colleagues but they're not. And they always had their backs to us; we never saw their faces, said Barcena, who is now on his second term as barangay councilman in Bagong Nayon in Antipolo City, the housing project awarded by the Marcoses to their household staff. Barcena once walked up to who he thought was a colleague leaning on a panel in the Ceremonial Hall: I was just a few meters from him when he vanished. Frightened, Barcena hurried to tell his colleagues about the experience. Rozon, who supervised the Palace waiters, recalled one night when he was at the Reception Hall and noticed that the door to the Music Room was ajar. (A bedroom during the Spanish time, the Music Room has since been used by first ladies as a sitting room for important state guests.) Rozon said he wondered to his companion what would happen if the half-open door would suddenly close. Then the door did close! We ran downstairs! he said, laughing. Barcena swore that in the same room with no one else around, they heard the piano play and saw the first lady's chair turn by itself. Intrigued by the stories, Bongbong Marcos and his friends decided to go ghost hunting in the courtyard of the private quarters, which had a fountain in the middle. Knock, knock A friend reached for a doorknob, but the door opened before he could touch it. They scrambled upstairs, the senator recalled with a chuckle. It was also common for the family members to hear someone knocking on their doors, always at around 2 a.m. During the renovation of the Palace, Bongbong Marcos said, he used a room adjacent to the State Dining Room as his temporary quarters. (The State Dining Room, originally a ballroom during the Spanish and American times, has three Commonwealth-era chandeliers and 40 carved chairs around a long dining table. It is now where Cabinet meetings are held. Its large French mirrors were installed in 1877, according to the book Malacañan Palace, The Official Illustrated History.) Knocking awakened Bongbong Marcos one night, and when he opened his door, he saw no one there. Suddenly, one of the antique chairs stacked leaning against the dining table righted itself! I couldn't sleep anymore that night, he said. The ghosts also apparently liked telephones. The senator said his mother Imelda had been roused from sleep by the ringing of the phone in her bedroom, also during the wee hours. The next morning she would ask who called her at that time, and of course nobody did, he said. Rozon said the ringing phones even sparked quarrels among the guards, each suspecting his colleagues of pulling a prank. Seeing things It was President Marcos who reportedly kept seeing people who were not actually there. Coming home from school once, Bongbong Marcos and his two sisters were told by their father about an experience the previous night in the President?s Study, which once served as Quezon's bedroom. A household aide walked into his office past midnight, and Marcos ordered him to fetch something. When the aide did not return, Marcos asked the guard where he had gone. Sir, there is no one here, the guard said. Rozon told another version of that story of Marcos wondering why a household aide was still in his study well past midnight. He peered through his glasses to look closely at the aide, who disappeared into the wall, Rozon said. Bongbong Marcos said his sister Imee had also seen Quezon's ghost in one of the state rooms. Undersecretary Manolo Quezon of the Malacañang communications group recalled a story of how his grandfather's ghost paced the Palace during times of crisis. (But ?no one I have met, or heard this story from, ever described him as menacing, or cursing, the grandson said.) He said it was supposedly one of the reasons the Marcoses had the Palace reconstructed in 1979, doubling its original size. Another story from the current staff in the Palace is they sometimes see the lights on late at night in the Quezon Room (now the Executive Office) in Kalayaan Hall, he said. The ghosts may be the lost souls of people slain during World War II, Bongbong Marcos said, adding that the Japanese Army used Malacañang as headquarters and that people were killed in some of the rooms there. Father Brown et al. One person believed killed by Japanese troops was an American priest whose ghost has since haunted the Palace as ?Father Brown? and who, Bongbong Marcos said, was wont to wake dozing Palace guards with a variety of tricks. Then there is a Chinese manservant who has appeared to Palace staff and guests. Bongbong Marcos said a guest from Italy recounted being awakened by a Chinese servant at around 3 a.m. and told to attend Mass with the Marcoses. The first family asked around and was told that the ghost had been known to appear as early as the time of President Manuel Roxas. The ghosts are apparently a mischievous lot. Said Elmer Navarro, whose father Federico, now deceased, was a household aide during the Marcos years: The ghosts played tricks on him. When he put down the plates and turned away, they would be gone when he looked again. Then he would find the plates elsewhere. Barcena said he and his colleagues reported their experiences to their superiors, and were told, with a shrug: Those are house guests. Mr. Brown The most popular of the Palace ?guests? is the benevolent kapre said to inhabit the balete tree that makes President Aquino uncomfortable. Rozon, now 69, said the kapre had been known as Mr. Brown (perhaps confused with Father Brown) since Quezon?s time, but that some staff members also referred to him as Mr. Jones. Mr. Brown was not bad. He didn't harm people, Rozon said. The story goes that household aide Mariano Dacuso, now deceased, was relaxing and reading the papers in the Tea House (where a mosque now stands) when he found himself being lifted along with his chair. He was lifted almost to the ceiling so he told the kapre, Please put me down. Then he ran to us, Rozon said. Then there was a cabbie who got the scare of his life when he asked for a light and looked up to see the kapre chomping on a cigar. Shaking in fear, the cabbie ran to the quarters of the servants, who told him he had found Mr. Brown. Rozon also said that when the social secretary's staff worked overtime typing letters, they would hear someone else typing in the next room, which was empty. Whenever something mysterious happened, it was always blamed on Mr. Brown, he said. Elmer Navarro, who lived in the old servants? quarters as a child, said the kapre was feared even by the military. Sometimes, he recalled, ?you could see smoke wafting from the tree.? Bunye's story Ignacio 'Toting' Bunye, now a member of the Monetary Board, has his own story to tell: From Day One of my assumption as press secretary in 2002, I have been warned about creepy happenings in ... Malacañang. Not being the superstitious type, I readily dismissed such stories. But it is not uncommon to hear about various offices being blessed every now and then, supposedly to ward off any unwanted unearthly visitors. One senior official even had the windows and doors of his office plastered with small medallions of the Blessed Virgin as added insurance. And then it happened! One night after a late dinner at the Ceremonial Hall, I passed by my office to pick up some stuff before going home. It must have been past 9 [p.m.]. My office, at that time, was ... what used to be [Marcos?] bedroom. To reach it from the Ceremonial Hall, one passes through a series of doors and hallways, starting with the Music Room, then through the Ramos Room, another connecting room, and finally the Marcos bedroom. As I walked to my office, I had a funny feeling that somebody or something was following me. I could feel my hair rising and my heart ... [pounding] faster. In the still of the evening, the footsteps on the wooden floor were very audible. As soon as I reached my office, I locked the door behind me (as if it would have mattered). The Thing Bunye said the footsteps slowly but progressively moved closer. He continued: Then I heard the doorknob turn and I felt the slight push on the door. After a while the footsteps started to move away, but seemingly in circles. What I have heard is now happening to me! I quickly said three Our Fathers, three Hail Marys and three Glory Be's. Somehow, I felt emboldened and I decided to leave in a hurry. I told myself: Mr. Ghost, you can scare me but you cannot hurt me! My first view of The Thing from a distance was of a white-haired man wearing a dark suit. The Thing must have sensed my presence because he immediately turned around. He said: Toting, paano ba lumabas dito (How do you get out of here)? Secretary Raul Gonzalez seemed as relieved as I was. The then newly appointed justice secretary had followed me through the secret door and somehow had gotten lost in the Palace labyrinth. The two men later learned it was Gonzalez?s footsteps, and not those of a ghost, that Bunye had heard. Real or imagined, ghosts have the run of Malacañang, making it truly a place not for the faint-hearted.

Sources:
http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view/20101031-300680/Mr-Brown-lives-in-RPs-most-haunted-house-Palace
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malacañan_Palace

What's in the river?

In Philippines, whenever someone was drowned in a river they often quote, there's a ghost over there., which was the cause of one's death. Some people may say, a monster dwells on it. Well, my grandma told me one reason why many people thought there's something on the river. The main reason is, the first ghost (or first individual) who died there, still haunts the place - the river.

Mga Sirena (Mermaids), mga Siyokoy (Mermans), mga Engkanto o Diwata (Fairies) and other unknown entities were the most usual cause of drownung in rivers. Even in Japan, they believe that Kappas are the reason why children disappear in rivers. They believe, those monsters snatch or kidnap children for some reason, perhaps, as food.

Back to Philippines, there are many ghost stories (or monster stories) subjecting rivers that kill people for unknown cause. I found a this story on a social networking site:

Naniniwala ba kayo sa mga ilog, sapa o break water na nangunguha ng buhay ng tao? Kamakailan, kung narinig ninyo po sa news. Ibinalitang may isang kabataan na namang nalun0d at namatay sa Bibit Falls, sa Antipolo. Yung nasabing Falls na yun, happens to be near in our place. Pero mahaba-habang akyatan at lakaran kung manggagaling pa samin. (Parang mountain-climbing lang..lol) dahil mabundok na banda ro0n. Medyo liblib at mapuno. Tanda ko di ko pa narating un nung high school kami, pero marami ak0ng classmate na madalas din dun at ung iba malapit dun mismo nakatira.. Sila naniniwalang ta0n-ta0n may kinukuha ung falls/ilog, kadalasan mga bata. May aksidenteng nalulunod at namamatay na tao sa falls na un. Eto pong ise-share ko e tungkol sa isang skulmate na sinasabing na-engkanto pagtapos nilang magpuntang magbabarkada sa falls na un. Kwento ito samin mismo ng mga kasama niya noong araw na yun bago siya nawala. Noong high school, nagulat na lang kami ng mabalitaan ung biglaang pagkamatay ng isang schoolmate namin. Weekend un, nagkayayaan silang magtotr0pa na maligo at magpicnic sa Falls. (Falls lang kasi tawag d2 samin nun) Habang andun daw sila, et0ng si Dhen (di nya po tunay na name ha) may nakitang pusang itim. Pinaglaruan at pinatay niya.. Yung ibang kaibigan niya sinuway sya pero dinedma na rin. Masaya daw sila nun habang naliligo sa falls, kumain at nagkuwentuhan. Wala naman daw kakaibang nangyari, biruan lang, usual na tawanan nilang magtotr0pa. Habang pauwi daw, tahimik na daw si Dhen. (Malayo kasi talaga ung falls na un kaya mahabang lakaran talaga bago sila makauwi) Kinakausap nila di naman daw kumikibo. Patuloy lang sa paglakad. Nakauwi na sila sa kanya-kanyang bahay tapos nung gabi din iy0n, nalaman nilang wala na ung kaibigan nila. Pagkauwi daw, nagpahinga tapos natulog lang si Dhen, di na nagising........ Pagtapos mabigla ng lahat ng kasama niyang mga tr0pa. Tinanung sila ng guardian ni Dhen anu bang nangyari? Kasama lang nila kanina......... Sinasabing, ung napatay niyang pusang itim ay isang engkanto. At ung kasama nilang umuwing Dhen ay katawan na lang ng saging.. *RIP skulmate*

Source:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/MY-Ghost-Story/

The Diplomat Hotel

Ghosts are made up of pure energy, similar to electricity and radio waves. That's the simple hint of the science's explanation to what ghosts are made of. Well, some of the science descriptions of mysterious things (living or non-living) are almost credible - not 100%.

By the way, we're not talking about the anatomy of ghosts, we're about to tackle the mysteries composed by the Diplomat Hotel. Whether this is real or not, I still enlist it here.

Stories

[Taken from Internet:]

Ghost Hunters International: Diplomat Hotel The Diplomat Hotel sits on a hill overlooking Baguio City in the Philippines, and if GHI's (very credible) tour guide is to be believed, many of the townsfolk below fear it and believe the place to be haunted. Originally a monestary, the clergy there were executed by the Japanese during WWII and the building was used as a Sanatorium. After the war it was converted to a hotel, which was so popular that it now sits in a ruined state of disrepair, seeming to wait for the jungle to reach up and crumble it back down to dust. I kid, but the place is quite overgrown and apparently not in current use by anyone, which is a shame for such a grand building. The reports of activity include "black figures" and a "white lady" — and by "white" I don't think they meant "caucasian", although I suppose that's possible. After the reports of a "white figure" at Clark Hospital (the investigation which aired immediately prior to this in the same episode), other similar reports scattered through TAPS' history and of course the similarity between the description of "black figures" and the ubiquitous "shadow men" which are commonly reported at "haunted" locations I am curious about the consistency. It almost seems childish in its simplicity, and maybe it's really just some sort of trick-of-the-mind making people see these figures either clothed-in or comprised entirely of white or black, but one thing seems certain: these reports form a common link between entirely disparate reports of haunting. This would seem to minimize the possibility of "misidentification" and lend more credence to the idea that these people really are all seeing the same thing. That of course doesn't tell us whether the things they're seeing exist externally in front of them or if they're somehow hallicinations generated by the human mind, but either way I find it fairly fascinating. Again, Robb is playing with his new headphones, which "normalize" the sounds and reduce high-volume noises while boosting low ones. At one point early in the night he believes he hears a man's voice, but no one else hears it and no source presents itself. Barry noted that there were some very tall cellphone (or possibly radio?) towers nearby that loomed over the property and he hypothesized that the EM fields generated by those towers might cause people on the grounds to experience hallucinations, generating the sightings. Brandy & Angela had heard about an underground tunnel system and they believed they found an entrance but it just seemed to be some sort of standalone concrete room beneath the ground — perhaps a small bunker of some kind. They went down, but were quickly frightened away by spiders; I'll forgive the girls of GHI this one time because they still acted more professionally around a spider than Steve Gonsalves has in the past and less skittish than just about every female investigator we've ever seen put on a TAPS investigation. Barry & Dustin rigged a camera onto a pole and lower it down into another such underground room, but weren't able to see much. Barry thought he heard a voice though; and this time he was right. Robb & Dustin climbed down into the chamber and were looking around when Robb found the source of the man's voice: a man. Apparently someone had taken up residence in the underground room; and so it was that the Ghost of the Diplomat Hotel turned out to be a homeless dude. Now, obviously a homeless guy isn't responsible for figures in white (or probably the dark figures either) but his presence there was enough to make GHI stop looking for ghosts and declare the place "not haunted". Overall I'd say it was the correct reaction, but I do wish they'd spent more time exploring these reports of white and shadowy figures. On the bright side, I'm sure we'll see many more such reports in upcoming investigations and hopefully we'll get a bit closer to understanding what people are seeing the next time.

Source:
http://www.skepticalviewer.com/2009/02/12/ghi-diplomat-hotel/

The Possessing Doll of Naic

Stories

[Taken from Internet:]

Ang Manikang Sumasanib Ang susunod na sulatin ay batay sa mga nakalap na kwentong-bayan, "patotoo" mula sa mga nakaranas, at/o mga salaysay na bagaman walang matibay na sandigan, maiging lumaganap hindi lamang sa kabihasnan, kundi sa mga liblib na kanayunan ng Naic. Samantala, upang mapangalagaan sa kung anumang maaaring maganap, hindi ilalantad ang kanilang mga tunay na pangalan. Sa gitnang bahagi ng Kalye Pelaez, isang berdeng bahay ang matatagpuan. Bagaman ilang dekada na rin itong natatayo, hindi naman ito napapabayaan, at regular pa ring ipinaaayos at pinapipinturahan. Dahilan ang mga orihinal na may-ari ay sa Amerika na naninirahan, ang nasabing bahay ay pinauupahan na lamang. At sa lahat ng nanirahan, sari-saring kwento ng kababalaghan at katatakutan ang sa kanila'y maririnig--mga kaluluwang tulung-tulong na nagbabangon sa tulog; kaluluwang nagbabantay sa sanggol; mga tumutugtog sa lumang piano; humihila ng silya at lamesa; atbp. Subalit isa sa mga makatawag pansin sa mga kababalaghan, sa lahat ng lumang gamit na naroon, ay ang antigong manika na 'di umano'y sumasanib... naghihiganti. Tag-init, taong 2002, gabi noon at walang kuryente. Sa pagiging bukas ng mga noo'y nakatira sa bahay, maraming kabataan ang nagkakatipun-tipon, nagkwekwentuhan at nagkakatuwaan. Samantala, hindi naiwasang pag-usapan ang mga kwentong katatakutan gayong makailang bahay lamang ay may patay na nakaburol. Isa sa mga nasa bahay noon ay si Kano. Kilala si Kano sa baranggay bilang isa sa mga astigin at tigasin. Bahagi ng katuwaan, kinuha ni Kano ang isang manikang maraming taon nang hindi nagagalaw. Hindi lalayo sa tatlong talampakan ang taas ng manika, na ayon sa mga nakakita'y tila may sarili nang buhay. Sa ibang perspektibo, masasabing ang manikang iyon, kasama ang iba pang manika sa bahay, ang silang matatagal nang naninirahan sa bahay. Ginalaw at pinanakot pa ni Kano ang manika sa mga kasamahan. Sa 'di sinasadyang pangyayari, naputol ang kamay ng manika. Mabilis naman ang mga sumunod na pangyayari. Biglang-bigla, hindi na maigalaw ni Kano ang kanyang buong katawaan. Pilit man siyang kumilos o magsalita, wala siyang magawa. Nagtagaktakan ang pawis ni Kano. Nagulat na rin ang lahat sapagkat wala nang tigil ang pagpatak ng mga luha ni Kano. Pilit na pinakakalma ng mga kasamahan si Kano. Nang maisip na may kinalaman ang nangyari sa manika sa sinapit ni Kano, sinabi ng mga kasamang humingi ng tawad si Kano. Nang sa isip ay makahingi na ng tawad si Kano, unti-unti na ring nawala ang kung anong pwersang bumalot sa kanya. Ayon kay Kano, hindi niya rin maipaliwanag ang nangyari sa kanya. Sinabi naman ng albularyong agad na natawag, ang espirito ng manika ang nagalit at pilit na pumapasok sa katawan ni Kano.

The Posssessing Doll The following story is based from collected folklore, "evidence" from those who experienced, and/or from interviews, though it doesn't have a strong source, the legend still spread not only in cities but also in distant villages of Naic. In the other hand, to protect them for something that will happen, their real names are not revealed. In the middle part of Kalye Pelaez, a house painted in green is to be found. Although it was built decades ago still it was standing, the house was not neglected, and it was cared and repainted regularly. The said house was being leased because the original owners were living in America. And to all those who had lived there, various mysterious and frightful stories can be heard from them -- ghosts who help waking individuals from sleeping; ghosts guarding babies; those who played old pianos; those who pulls chairs and tables; and many more. But the most known mysteries, of all the old things there, was the antique doll which was said to be the one who possesses... avenging. Summer, year 2002, it was at night and there was no light (electricity). The previous leasees, being open to everybody, many children got together, having conversation and horrifies one another. Meanwhile, telling horror stories can't be avoided especially there was a weak few houses away. One of the people in the house was Kano. He is known in barangay as one of the bravest and strongest. As part of their game, Kano took a doll which was not been moved there for years. It's height was almost three feet, which according to those who saw it, the doll seemed to have it's own life. In other perspective, you can say that the doll with the other dolls in the house was the oldest who lived there. Kano moved and used it to scare his companions. Accidentally, he broke the hand of the doll. What happen was very sudden. Abruptly, Kano can't moved his whole body. Whenever he forced to move or talk, he can't do it. His sweat downpours. Everyone was shocked seeing Kano never stop crying. They insisted to calm him. When they thought that the doll was the reason of what happened to Kano, they told him to say sorry. When Kano do so in his mind, slowly the force covering his body gone. According to Kano, he can't explained what had happened to him. The albularyo who was called immediately, said, the spirit of the doll got mad and forcely went inside Kano's body.

Info

I haven't researched informations regarding this yet. Naic is part of the province of Cavite in Southern Tagalog region.

Sources:

http://www.filipinoes.net/filboard/thread-3384.html

The Ghosts of MV Princess of the Stars

Story

[Taken from Internet:]

Pagmumulto ng mga Biktima ng MV Princess of the Stars   Ayon sa mga residente sa isla ng Sibuyan sa lalawigan ng Romblon, ang lugar kung saan lumubog ang MV Princess of the Stars, hindi sila magkakaroon ng katahimikan hangga't hindi mahahatak ang naturang barko palayo sa kanilang lugar gayun din ang mga bangkay ng biktima na nakulong sa loob at mabigyan ng nararapat na libing.   Ang mga naninirahan malapit sa baybayin, kung saan bumaliktad ang barko at nakikita ang harap ng bapor sa dagat Sibuyan, ay nagpapahayag na nakakarinig at nakakakita ng nakakapangilabot na mga tunog at pangitain mula ng lumubog ito noong Hunyo 2008. Mga Kababalaghan Babaeng nakaputi Sa lalawigan ng San Fernando, madalas daw silang nakakakita ng isang babaeng nakaputi habang naglalakd sa dalampasigan, mga taong kumakanta, gayun din ang hindi maipaliwanag na ingay ng isang marahas na kaguluhan. Ang mga tauhan ng Philippine Coast Guard na nakabantay doon sa nakakaramdam din ng mga hindi maipaliwanag na pagpapramdam. Babaeng nakapula Noong Oktubre 26, ang mga opisyal at residente ng San Fernando ay nag-alay ng misa para sa biktima ng trahedya. Ang kanilang alkalde na si Nanette Tansingco ay inanyayahan ang mga kamag-anak ng mga namatay gayun din ang mga kamag-anak ng nawawala na umupo sa tabi ng mga opisyal. Nabanggit niya sa isa sa kaniyang tauhan na si Arlene Relos na nakakita siya ng isang babaeng nakapula at ngumiti sa kaniya bago nag-umpisa ang misa. Sinuring mabuti ng mga empleyado ng town hall ang buong baybayin ngunit wala silang nakitang babaeng nakapula. "We looked for her but she was not there. There was talk that she might be one of the dead passengers who visited us to say thank you," ayon kay Relos. Ang naturang barko ay pag-aari ng Sulpicio Lines Inc. kung saan my karga itong 864 na katao nang pumalaot ito mula Maynila papuntang Cebu noong Hunyo 21. Ang bilang lamang ng nabuhay ay naitala sa 56 ng lumubog ito sa kasagsagan ng bagyong "Frank." May natagpuang 350 na bangkay sa mga sumunod na araw matapos ang paglubog. Ang iba ay pinaniniwalaang nawawala. Ang mga maninisid ay nakakuha ng 113 na bangkay mula nang magumpisa ang retrieval operation noong Oktubre 26. Pagpapramdam sa mga Maninisid Ang mga maninisid ay patuloy sa pagsasalba sa mga biktima at patuloy din silang nakakaranas ng mahiwaga at di-pangkaraniwang pangyayari sa ilalim ng tubig. Ayon sa mga empleyado ng Harbor Star, ang mga maninisid ay nahirapang kunin ang ika-13 patay na halos nalagay sa peligro ang kanilang buhay. Dumaan ang tatlong oras sa pagsubok na kunin ang labi ngunit sumuko din sila. Nang makuha nila ang bangkay kinabukasan, nilagyan ng ekis ng mga tauhan ng forensic ang nakasulat na numerong 13 sa body bag sa paniniwalang mawawala ang malas. Ayon naman sa isang maninisid ng Coast Guard, may isang pagkakataon na nahirapan ang buong tauhan na hanguin ang angkla ng isa sa kanilang rescue ships. Ang kagamitan na ginagamit nila sa paghango ng angkla ay mistulang nabalaho sa isang malaking bato sa seabed. Ngunit nang sinisid nila 95 na talamapakan sa ilalim ng dagat upang tingnan kung ano ang naging problema, nakita nilang wala namang nakaharang o anu mang balakid at naiangat nila ang angkla ng buong gaan. Ayon naman kay Alkalde Nanette Tansingco, ayon sa mga kuwento ng mga nakakakita, madalas daw silang may namamataang dumadaan na "gintong" barko sa mismong lugar na pinaglubugan ng barko. Mga hindi Maipaliwanag na mga Tunog Ayon sa mga residente na naninirahan malapit sa tumaob na barko, may mga naririnig silang mga pagkatok na nagmumula sa gitna ng dagat, sa parehong oras kung kailan lumubog ang barko. Ang mga pagkataok ay mistulang mga dagundong na nagmumula sa pinto o pader ng barko. May naririnig din sila na iyak at atungal ng bata. Kakila-kilabot na Panaginip at Gabing hindi Makatulog Sila Levy Samuele at Ernesto Clerin, na kapwa namatayan dulot ng trahedya, ay pumunta sa San Fernando noong nakaraang buwan upang maging saksi sa naturang retrieval operations. Ayon sa kanila, nakakaramdam sila ng kakaibang pakiramdam kung saan may malakas na puwersang humahatak sa kanila papunta sa lugar kung saan lumubog ang barko. Si Clerin, na namatayan ng asawa ay patuloy na napapanaginipan ang kaniyang asawa bago siya bumiyahe papunta sa pinagyarihan ng trahedya. Si Samuele naman ay patuloy pa ring hinahanap ang kaniyang pinsan at tatlong taong gulang na pamangkin. Mula nang siya ay dumating sa nasabing lugar, nararamdaman niyang nasa paligid lamang at nagmamasid-masid ang kaniyang mga yumaong kamag-anak. Naalala pa ni Samuele na bago pa man lumubog ang nasabing barko, ay naramdaman niyang humihingi sa kaniya ng tulong ang kaniyang pamangkin. Kung minsan naman ay naririnig niyang tumatawa ang paboritong manika ng kaniyang pamangkin. PInaglaruan niya ito bago siya sumakay sa barko. Flotation device May isang mangingisda na lumayag malapit sa lumubog na barko. Nagtapon siya ng lumang flotation device/life saving device at nang ito ay dumampi sa tubig, agad-agad itong nawala at lumubog sa ilalim ng dagat na mistulang may umaagaw sa naturang kagamitan. Hindi na ito bumalik o lumutang man lang sa ibabaw ng tubig.

Ghost Haunting of the Victims of MV Princess of the Stars   According to the residents of Sibuyan Island in the province of Romblon, the place where the MV Princess of the Stars sunk, they can't be at peace as soon as the shipping vessel is not taken away and also the corpses of the victims which was trapped inside and still not given a proper burial.   The residents near the shore, where the ship inverted and where you can see its face in Sibuyan Sea, was telling that they hear and see goosebumping sounds and apparitions from the sunken ship this June 2008. Mysteries Lady in White In the province of San Fernando, they often saw a lady wearing white dress while they're walking in the seashore, singing people, and even unexplainable noise of an aggressive riot. The employees of Philippine Coast Guard guarding the ship also feel unknown things. Lady in Red October 26, the officials and residents of San Fernando offered a mass to the victims of the tragedy. Their mayor, Nanette Tansingco, invited the relatives of the victims who had died also the relatives of the missing victims to sit beside the officials. She had told her employee - Arlene Relos, that she saw a lady wearing a red dress who smiled to her before the mass begin. They examined the whole shore but they didn't saw a lady in red. We looked for her but she was not there. There was talk that she might be one of the dead passengers who visited us to say thank you, Relos said. The said ship was owned by Sulpicio Lines Inc. which had 864 passengers on it from Manila to Cebu last June 21. Its in the midst of the storm Frank, the victims who was saved alive was only 56. They found 350 corpses only the next day after it sunk. The others were believed to be missing. At the start of retrieval operations - October 26, they only found 113 corpses. The Haunting to the Divers The divers continuously retrieves the victims and continuously they felt unknown and mysterious happenings under the sea. According to the employees of Harbor Star, the divers had a hard time to salvage the 13th corpse which their lives were almost put to danger. Three hours passed, they finally gave up in attempting to get the body. When they had got it the next day, the forensic experts put an X mark on the written number 13 on the body bag believing the bad luck will vanish. Another one, according to the Coast Guard diver, they didn't pulled the ankle of one of their rescue ships easily. The tools they used to pull the ankle seemed stocked on the large rocks of the seabed. However, when they decided to dive on it 95 feet below see level, to find out what the problem is, they found none nor any problems, and finally they pulled the ankle easily. Mayor Nanette Tangsingco said, according to stories she heard, they often saw a golden ship passing in the same place where the ship sunk. Unexplainable Sounds According to the residents living near the inverted ship, they hear knockings from the middle of the sea, at the same time the ship also sunk. The knockings seemeb to come from the doors and walls of the ship. They also hear cries and yells of childrens. Terror Dreams and Unsleepy Nights Levy Samuele and Ernesto Clerin, who had both dead relatives caused by the tragedy, went to San Fernando last month to witness the said retrieval operations. According to them, they sensed a different feeling which pull them to the place where the sunken ship is. Clerin, whose wife died in the accident, was always dreaming about her before he went to the place of incident. Samuele was still searching of his missing cousin and its 3-year old child. As he went to the said place, he felt that his relatives were just somewhere and watching. Samuele remembered the time before it sunk, the child of his cousin was asking help to him. Sometimes he hears its favorite doll laughing. It had been played before going to the ship. Flotation device There was a fisher who sailed near the sunken ship. He dropped an old flotation device/life saving device, and as it touched the water, it vanished suddenly and it sunk towards the depths of the sea just like someone grabbed it. It never came back nor floated in the surface anymore.

Sources:

http://fil.wikipilipinas.org/index.php?title=Balita:_Pagmumulto_ng_mga_Biktima_ng_MV_Princess_of_the_Stars

Cantilan's Malitangtang Bridge

About

  The Malitangtang Bridge, in Cantilan, Surigao del Sur, is said to be the home of many unknown beings. Well, its just an urban legend.

  Actually, even those person who had been there once, give respect to the bridge for unknown reason. When you see it personally, you'll just think it was a simple bridge, but behind the innocence of the structure, there lies the stories of the unknown. Some people are scared passing through the bridge. They are worried of what might suddenly appear in front of them.

  Engkantos are very mysterious being. They will curse you once you done something unpleasing for them. They are unpredictable! You'll find them beautiful as you see them, but they're actually wearing a mask hiding something.

  Malitangtang Bridge is far different to Biringan City in terms of engkanto manifestations. Although the two are similar in some aspects - example: being the passage way to another world, Malitangtang Bridge is real and you can even set foot on the place, unlike Biringan which is completely invisible.

Stories

[From an Interview:]

Umaga ng oras na iyon, halos wala pang liwanag sa kalangitan. Naisipan ni Mang Narding (hindi niya tunay na pangalan) na ibyahe na ang jeep niya sa rutang galing Cantilan papuntang Parang. Habang binabaybay niya ang daan, nagkaroon siya ng apat na pasahero. Normal pa naman noong hindi pa nila nadadaanan o nararating ang Malitangtang Bridge. Yung iba sa mga pasahero ay natulog muna, yung iba naman ay nakatingin lamang sa labas ng bintana.   Patuloy sa pagmamaneho si Mang Narding ng may bigla siyang napansing misteryoso sa mga pasahero. Sa oras na iyon, lumagpas na sila sa tulay ng Malitangtang. Napansin niyang parang may dumagdag sa mga pasahero niya, ni hindi nga siya tumigil para magpasakay ng isang tao. Basta na lang may dumagdag na isa.   Lima na ang kanyang mga pasahero sa jeep noong oras na iyon. Hindi siya kumibo, marahil dahil sa kaba at takot. Tinitingnan niya kung sino ang dumagdag sa kanila. Habang inisa-isa niya ng tingin ang kanyang mga pasahero, napansin niya ang isang magandang babae. Maputi at mahaba ang buhok. Tinitigan niya ang babaeng ito, ngunit sa kanyang pagtitig, may nahalata siyang isang bagay. Wala siyang guhit sa ilalim ng ilong. Hindi lang siya kumibo kahit pinagpapawisan na siya sa takot. Biglang nagsalita ang babae, "Manong, ibaba niyo na lang ako sa isang tabi." Tinuro ng babae ang lugar na pagbababaan niya. Noong makababa na siya, sinilip ni Mang Narding ang babae kung saan siya pumunta, ngunit hindi niya ito nakita na. Humarurot na siya ng takbo ng jeep.

It was morning, the sunlight in the sky is still unseen. Mang Narding (not his real name) decided to begin his trip with his jeepney routing from Cantilan to Parang. He had four passengers at that time. At the beginning, when they hadn't passed and arrived at the Malitangtang bridge yet, everything was normal. Some of his passengers were sleeping, while the others were looking outside the window.   While Mang Narding drive continuously, he suddenly noticed - there's something unusual to his passengers. They had passed through the Malitangtang Bridge that time. He also noticed that there was someone added to his passengers, it was strange, he didn't even stop to fetch someone. It just added up suddenly to them.   He had five passengers in his jeep that time. He didn't say something, perhaps because of fear. He look at them to figure out who was added. While gazing at his passengers, observing one-by-one, he noticed a beautiful girl. Fair-skinned and has long hair. He stared at her, but as he look at her, he noticed one thing. She had no philtrum. He just didn't utter something even he was perspiring because of terror. Then, the girl suddenly talked, Sir, let me go down in one side. She pointed the place where she wanted to go down. Mang Narding look at her when she got off, but he saw no one. So he drove the jeepney faster.

[From an Interview:]

Mayroong magkakaibigang nakasakay sa motor. Galing sila sa Silop (isang swimming pool resort) at pauwi na sila sa Cantilan. Habang binabaybay nila ang Malitangtang Bridge, may nasagasaan silang isang matandang lalaki. Ni hindi nila nakitang may isang tao sa harap nila. Waring biglang may lumitaw sa harap nila mismo. Tumigil sila para saklolohan ang matanda, ngunit laking gulat nila. Tumayo ito na parang walang nangyari, naglinis lang ng kanyang damit sa mga alikabok na dumikit.   "Lolo, baka gusto niyo pong dalhin namin kayo sa ospital? Para mapacheck-up ka namin." Sabi nang isa habang inaalalayan ang matanda.   "Wag na mga iho. Hindi kasi kayo nagdahan-dahan eh." Sabi na matanda.   Naglakad ang matanda patungo sa isang bahay. Sinundan nila ng tingin. Ngunit sa awa na rin, pinuntahan nila ang bahay para alukin ang matandang magpaospital. Pagdating sa bahay, nagulat sila ng tanungin ang may bahay kung naroon ang matanda. Ang sinagot lang sa kanila, walang matanda roon.   Kumaripas sila ng takbo patungo sa motor nila, at diretsong umuwi.   There is another story similar to these, but they said it was an old lady, not an old man.

[From an Interview:]

Noong nagkakabit ng linya ng kuryente ang grupo ng isang engineer, napanaginipan niyang sinabihan siyang wag niyang itutuloy sa lugar nila dahil madadaanan ang kanilang lugar. Dapat ay ilihis nila ito ng ibang direksyon. Ngunit hindi siya nakinig, ipinagpatuloy nila ang kanilang balak na direksyon. Kinaumagahan, nadatnan na lang nila ang isang buong pulupot ng kuryente na nakapulupot sa isang poste ng kuryente. Imposible iyon na gawin ng isang tao, dahil ang wire ng kuryente ay kasing laki ng braso ng isang tao. At sa sobrang haba at bigat niyon, paanong napulupot niya iyong mag-isa. Marahil kagagawan iyon ng mga engkanto roon. Dahil doon, pagkatapos nilang tanggalin ang pagkapulupot, nilipat nila ng direksyon ang linya ng kuryente.   pang kwento ay tungkol sa pag-aayos ng tulay. Napanaginipan naman ng in-charge na engineer kung paano dapat ito gawin. Sabi sa panaginip ng engineer, dapat taasan ang tulay para hindi sumanggi ang barko nila, sa tuwing dadaan sila sa ilog.

Other Infos

  The mountain near the Malitangtang Bridge is said to be the dwelling place of the engkantos (not the bridge itself) who only appear on the bridge. Some people saw cocoa trees on the top of the mountain. No one owns those plants. So who planted those trees? No body knows. I remember the story of Maria Cacao in this one.

  Another strange thing connected to the bridge is the river under it. It was said that the river was endless. No one knows the end as well as the starting point.

Source:
Contributed by Mr. Christopher Azarcon-Luga

Mercedita - An Engkanto of Binangonan, Rizal

Stories

[Taken from a social networking site [1]:]

Mag-ingat, baka mapag laruan ka ni Mercedita! Pag sapit ng ala-sais ng gabi ay huwag na daw paghuntahan si Mercedita, dahil naririnig niya ang usapan at maaring sumagot siya. Kung hindi ka pa takot, kukwentuhan kita. Si Mercedita ang sinasabing engkantada sa kweba sa Batasin, sakop ng Wawa, Libis. Napakalinaw ng tubig sa parteng ito ng Laguna de Bay, kaya paboritong labahan ng kababaihan. Pag may dalagang naglalaba ay may kasamang manliligaw na binata. Tulad ng eksenang napapanood sa penikula nina Vilma Santos at Edgar Mortiz, kung hindi mo na inabot ang panahon nina Carmen Rosales at Rogelio de la Rosa. At si Mercedita ay nagpapakita sa mga lalaking lumalapit sa kweba. Sa di kalayuan sa kweba daw natagpuan ang labi ng dalawang binata mula sa kilalang angkan na nalunod sa Lawa nuong Dekada 60’s. Ang ipinagtataka ng marami ay kabataan at atleta ang nasawi, sanay na lumangoy sa Lawa. Ang bulong -bulungan ay dinala daw ni Mercedita ang magkaibigan sa kanyang daigdig. Sa mga hindi maniniwala sa engkanto, itinuturong dahilan ang maghapong pagbabasketball ng mga nasawi at ang posibilidad na pinulikat sila at naghatakan palalim sa Lawa. Mapaglaro daw si Mercedita. Parang napagti-tripan ang taong napapadpad sa kanyang lugar. Hindi pa malimot ng mag-asawang taga-Calumpang kung paano ang kanilang bangka ay umikot-ikot lang sa lawa, isang umagang isinama nila ang sipuning anak upang makasagap ng sariwang hangin. Sa kanilang pagkabahala, itinaas ng Tatay ang bata at nakiusap sa engkantada na hayaan na silang makadaong sa lupa, alang-alang sa batang nuon ay nag-iiyak sa takot. Sa isang iglap umusad ang bangka, at iyon ang pinakamabilis na pagsagwang ginawa ng ama sa kanyang buong buhay. May mga basketbolistang taga-Maynila na naglaro sa Rizal Cement Company, kabilang na ang asawa ng nuo’y sikat na telebisyon talk host. Apat silang nagkayayaang mamangka sa Lawa. Ganoon na lamang ang kanilang panghihilakbot dahil mula sa Wawa hanggang sa makadaong sa RCCI Compound, ay inabot sila ng walong oras! Sa paikot-ikot ng kanilang bangka at marahil sa gutom na rin, parang hilong talilong ang mga atleta na pamula nuon ay isinumpang hindi na babalik pa sa Binangonan. May kwento na si Mercedita daw ay may mortal na kasintahan, isang albularyo na binigyan ng engkantada ng kapangyarihang makapagpagaling ng maysakit. May kumontra naman na propaganda daw lang ng manggagamot iyon upang simikat ang kanyang paghahagod, pagtatawas at iba pang paraan ng pagtataboy ng karamdaman at masamang espiritu sa katawan. May sabi-sabi rin na si Mercedita ay kadaupang palad ng isang banyagang pari na naging Kura Paroko ng Binangonan. May lihim na lagusan daw sa likod ng altar kung saan sinusundo at inihahatid ni Mercedita ang pari kapag tinawag niyang mag-misa ito sa kanilang daigdig. Ang mga engkantong kasama ni Mercedita ay umaahon daw dito sa bayan at namimili sa palengke. Kapag malingaw ang nariring o ingay ng salitaang hindi mawari, hudyat na may taga ibang daigdig sa tabi-tabi. Kapag nakakita ng babaeng pantay ang nguso, o walang linyang parang kanal mula sa ilong hanggang sa labi, iyon ay kasama ni Mercedita. Sa mga hindi naniniwala, at laging humahanap ng paliwanag, binangit nila na tutuo ngang may bahay na bato sa Batasin at marahil ito ang sinasabing kweba. Pag-aari ng dayuhang pamilya na ang negosyo ay ospital at paaralan sa Maynila, ang bahay na bato ay naging tirahan ng isang kaanak na pinanawan ng bait. Inilayo sa lipunan sa kung ano mang pampamilyang dahilan. At marahil, ang paghahabi ng kwentong engkanto ang babala upang huwag lapitan ang bahay na ngayon ay abandonado na at kinatatakutan. Ang matatanda ay may paraan upang pigilan ang likas na pagka-makilot at pagka-gala ng bata. Ang panakot: may engkanto sa tabing dagat, may nuno sa punso sa bukid, may kapre sa kaingin pag gabi. Katulad ng sinasabing lihim na lagusan sa likod ng altar. Ayon sa kaibigang nuon ay sakristan ay paraan ng taong simbahan upang huwag nilang inumin ang alak ng pari patago duon sa likod ng altar. Si Mercedita ay isang walang katapusang kwento na manganganak pa ng maraming kabanata mula sa malikhaing isip at malagong dila. by: CKH Chef july 6, 2010 CKH Chef July 6, 2010

Beware, Mercedita may play on you! As 6 o'clock in the evening, never talk about Mercedita, because she may hear your conversation and she may answer you. If you are still not feared, then I tell you more story. Mercedita was the said engkantada of the cave in Batisan, part of Wawa, Libis. The water here in this part of Laguna de Bay is very clear, thus became the favorite laundry place of women. When there is a maiden washing clothes, she is accompanied with her suitor. Just like the scene in Vilma Santos and Edgar Mortiz's movie, if you weren't born yet at the time of Carmen Rosales and Rogelio de la Rosa. And Mercedita appears on men who went near the cave. Not far from the cave, they found the two bodies of young men, from a well-known family, who were drowned in the lake last Dekada 60's (1960's). The mysterious thing people thought was, the two are both young and athletes, both were skilled in swimming on lakes. According to the stories, Mercedita brought the two to her world. While to those who didn't believe, the said cause was the over playing of basketball and the possibility of having cramps which leads them to pull each other deeper unto the lake. They said, Mercedita is playful. As if, those who passes or walks through the place will be played at. A married couple from Calumapng can't forget the time how there boat just moved riduculously round at the lake, one morning when they brought with them their catarrhing child to breathe some fresh air. Of there fear, the father raised his child and pleaded to the engkantada to let them go offshore, for the sake of the child which that time was crying of fright. In just an instant, the boat moved, and it was the fastest rowing the father had done on his entire life. There were basketball players from Manila who played at Rizal Cement Company, one of them is the husband of a popular television talk show host. Four of them persuade each other to go boating on the lake. However, they were frightened because, from Wawa to the RCCI Compound, they spent almost 8 hours before they got off the lake! Of there boat being uncontrolled, and also because of hunger, the athletes got dizzy which started on that time, they pledged not to go back in Binangonan anymore. There was a story that Mercedita got a mortal suitor, an albularyo which the engkantada gifted the power of healing diseases. But there are others saying that it was just his propaganda to be famous in his massage, tawas and other treatments of driving away sickness and bad spirits in the body. There was another rumored story that Mercedita was a companion of a foreign priests which became the parish priest of Binangonan. There was a clandestine passage behind the altar where Mercedita fetch for a mass on their world, and accompanies him to that passage when he goes home. The engkanto friends of Mercedita sometimes go offshore going to the village and buys in the market. If you hear some kind of noise or words you can't understand, it symbolizes that there are unknown beings somewhere. If you see a woman who don't possess a philtrum, she may be Mercedita's companion. To those who don't believe, and always seek explanations, the said stone house in Batasin is true, which perhaps the cave they are talking about. It was owned by a foreign family, whose businesses in Manila are hospital and a school. They once lived in that house but they became insane, and they were hidden in public for some family reason. And, maybe, the creation of engkanto story is a warning not to go near the stone housev - now, abandoned and frightening. Elders knew ways on how to avoid children's being mischievousness and rovingness. Scary warnings: there is an engkanto on the seashore, there is a nuno sa punso in the field, there is a kapre at night. To the said clandestine passage behind the altar, according to a sakristan friend, was just the church's way to warn people not to drink the wine of the priest secretly behind the altar. Mercedita was one of the infinite story which becomes wider to many chapters as time passes by, from playful minds and transmission of tongues. by: CKH Chef july 6, 2010 CKH Chef July 6, 2010

Sources:

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=130693470302612

The White Lady and Haunted Tree in Loakan Road

Did you know that there was another white lady aside in the Balete Drive?

About

“Club” John Hay has closed its entrance in front of Nevada Square and is now accessible from only two entry points, one through Baguio Country Club and one via Loakan Road, the more popular gate. Taking the Loakan entrance from Military Cut-off Road, the motorist will notice that in front of Hotel Veneracion the road seems to be a lane wider, but only for about five meters and then shrinks back to its usual two-lane width. In truth, there once stood an allegedly enchanted acacia tree about two meters in diameter right smack in the middle of the road.

In the 1950’s when the plans were laid out to construct a road connecting Kennon Road’s Camp 7 to the city, the tree was right smack in the middle of the proposed route. The solution was simple: bulldoze the tree. It is said that all efforts to uproot the tree resulted in the death or serious illnesses of those involved. So big was the scare surrounding the circumstances workers befell in their previous attempts that the road was widened and built AROUND the mysterious obstacle. Needless to say, that poorly lit portion of Loakan Road yielded its own set of vehicular accidents often times claiming lives, even though the Baguio General Hospital was less than a kilometer away.

In the 1980’s, workers brave enough to put public service before their fear painted the base of the tree with yellow luminous paint to warn motorists. That small and seemingly harmless task led to severe illness for the poor men who are said to have relocated and no longer reside in Benguet Province. Sometime in 2001, the tree just “died” after occupying that spot for what appears to be hundreds of years. In 2002, the “Loakan Tree” was finally destroyed.

Legend

[Taken from Internet:]

There are many mysterious happenings surrounding Loakan. A tree in the middle of the road rumored to inexplicably cause death or illness to whosoever attempts to cut it down. A ghostly figure wanders the lonely road. Wails are heard from the ruins of two infrastructures leveled by the 1990 killer quake. But the most famous is the Lady in White. Some say she’s the ghost of a nurse raped and murdered by her cabbie. Her body was supposedly dumped in the nearby woods. Now, her restless spirit is usually seen waving at the side of the street. Whether you stop to pick her up or not, she hitches a ride in the backseat and then vanishes when you either pass the second cemetery or reach the city. For this reason, cab drivers avoid this road after dark. A load of bull? Yep. That’s what I thought, too. The eerily quiet, often fog-covered road had no street lights and had dense woods on either side. It’s enough to give any sane human the shivers, but not me. When we relocated to Pinesville, a subdivision at the end of Loakan Road, my skepticism thickly coated me from any feeling of dread. And after 3 months of living there and still no sight of the famous white lady I began theorizing that the story was promulgated by cab drivers to justify their taking the EPZA detour, hence making a higher fare payup. But a strange thing happened in September 2001. It was raining. My Mom, Aunt and I were on our way home. We were having quite a hard time driving because the car’s wipers and the air-conditioning had given out. We had to roll our windows down to prevent steaming up the windshield. Still, it was so difficult trying to see through the rain and fog, not to mention the growing darkness. It was about 6:00pm. There were no other vehicles on the road that we could’ve followed. On top of that, my Aunt started yakking on and on about something or other. And Loakan is soooo loooooong. Somewhere near the middle of Loakan Road, it dips and then rises again over a hill. The car is ancient so my Mom usually speeds up so she has enough ‘oomph’ to get her over the top. As we neared the part where the road descends, something in the distance caught the beam of the headlights. One of the painted white stripes on the road stood up and slowly formed into a human shape! I couldn’t tell if it was male or female. All I could see was a white human – definitely human figure standing in the middle of the road! It began to walk back and forth across the street! During this time, I noticed my Mom slowing to a crawl instead of accelerating. I knew she saw it, too and slowed down so she wouldn’t hit the moving apparition. When our car was about 4 feet away from the white specter, it laid down and became a painted stripe again. All throughout the happening my Mom and I didn’t say a word. Hell, I didn’t even breathe! My heart was thumping so fast. My aunt, however, was oblivious. She was still talking. After a while I said, “What was that?” My Mom turned around, her eyes big as she said, “You saw it, too? An all-white woman with an umbrella?” I was surprised that she saw it clearly. She added other details like black hair that covered her face and an old-fashioned long gown. Was it a ghost? Or just a weird image created by the fog and headlights? Whatever it was, it changed my view of ghosts and spirits. I now believe that even if you avoid them, it doesn’t mean that they would leave you alone.

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The Lady in White Baguio taxi drivers tell the story about this woman, (some say it is a white lady), who would walk to the middle of the street to stop a passing vehicle in Outlook Drive near the area of the former Hyatt Terraces. Naturally, a driver would stop to avoid hitting her. She would then ask to be brought to Mines View Park, but would disappear before getting there. Well, the story goes that there was this brave macho driver who refused to be pressured into believing the story. One night, he passed by the area and, soon enough, THERE WAS THIS WOMAN IN WHITE FLAGGING HIM TO STOP! He swerved his cab and did his best to avoid running over the woman and drove on. All the while he kept saying to himself, “This is not true… it is just my imagination…” When he looked at his rearview mirror to find out what happened to the woman, he was shocked to see the woman already seated behind in the back and SHE WAS STARING ANGRILY AT HIM WITH BLOODSHOT EYES! Again he told himself “This is not happening… this is not true...” and stepped hard on the accelerator. But his car wouldn’t accelerate. It just moved ever so slowly. He shifted gears but still his car maintained a slow pace. Momentarily, he focused his attention on the gearshift of his car, shifting again and again while revving up the motor. HE LOOKED BACK AT HIS REARVIEW MIRROR AND FOUND HER GONE! He even turned around to look and truly, she was no longer there. But as he sighed in relief and faced the road once more, SHE WAS ON TOP OF THE HOOD OF HIS CAR WITH HER FACE PRESSED AGAINST THE WINDSHIELD! This time, she had an evil smile on her face. They say some other taxi driver found him early the next morning near the Baguio Country Club, still seated in his cab, his hair had all turned white, shaking and blabbering, “It is true… it is true…” They say he is now in the mental hospital.

Source:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/56621811/Filipino-Urban-Legends
http://www.gobaguio.com/files/Pages/articles-spooky-page3.html