Friday, November 29, 2013

The Ghost Taxicab

Taxicabs are one of the main transportation we can find in big cities. Unlike jeepneys and buses, 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.


Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Red Horse (The Urban Legend)

Some of you knew what Red Horse beer is, and what does it taste like. Right? But I'm not commenting on what the taste of it is and I'm not making any story to disparage the beer just to destroy its appeal to those who love drinking it.


The San Miguel Brewery Inc. was a subsidiary of San Miguel Corporation.

One of our readers suggested this urban legend. Its about this logo of a bottle with the smiling horse on it than the usual side view picture of a horse in the present bottles of Red Horse. They said, the one with a "happy" horse taste much stronger and kicky than the other. Unfortunately, I don't drink beer so I don't know what it taste like.
The Story

The reason why there is two kinds of Red Horse beer in the market is because the San Miguel Brewery Inc. changed there logo in 1992. The old one has a smiling horse on the face of the bottle with label on the back printed in red. The new one has a much serious side view face of a horse with labels printed in white.

You can still find a happy horse Red Horse bottle in the market because they are still in use at present. It will take 20 years, starting the changed of logo, before the happy horse vanishes. You can determine the age of the bottle by looking at the bottle’s scuff level. It’s the white band around the neck of the bottle. the thicker it is, the older the bottle.

I was searching in the internet about the taste difference of the two, and I found out that they are similar. Its only their logo that differs, and they made no changes in formulating the same beer.

The Red Horse beer contains 6.9% alcohol volume. The ingredients are still identical - water, malt, hops, any of the following: cereals, sugar or starch.

Sources: http://philurbanlegends.blogspot.com/

Ball

In 2001, right after the Gloria Macapagal Arroyo Administration assumed office in Malacanang Palace in Manila, a couple of us Information Officers from attached agencies of the former Office of the Press Secretary were detailed to our tour of duty at the palace's Press office.

Our group comprised what was then known as the Operations Center. We were directly involved in several information related requirements of the President's travel and state visit plans. We were also involved in the President's Media Interaction team, and the Palace's News Desk. Suffice it to say, we work the clock 24/7.

We were provided with food and accommodation so none of us have to go home every day. We were each given our own weekly two-days off to see our families, feed our pets, do our laundries and pay the bills. After which, we go back to the palace and stay for five days.

Our assigned sleeping quarter was at the "right tower" of the Arlegui Guest House - the same house where Presidents Cory Aquino, Fidel Ramos and Joseph Estrada stayed during their term as presidents.

The right tower is accessed through the bedroom that was once occupied by Presidential daughter, and media personality Kris Aquino. At that time, the bedroom was designated as the official receiving room of the Press Secretary.

Because the office is scheduled to operate 24 hours a day, we worked in shifts. So it is normal to find three or four people working at the staff area during the night shift, while the rest (often three or four people or less) are found snoring in the sleeping quarters.

Within the six months that we've stayed in the said area, every one of us had a story to tell, and all of them bordered on the creepy. But one night stood out for me and my friend, Hazel, who was also our media placement officer.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Baby Sister

Me and my sister have an 11 year age gap. So when she was 2 years old and I was already 13 it was then that she to started to learn how to go up and down the stairs. One night, when I came home from school I was feeling woozy and my head was aching so after we ate dinner I quickly went up to my room to sleep.
I turned all the lights off in the second floor of our house and went to bed. I can still hear my baby sister playing down stairs not too long after that and I remember the TV being off. A few seconds later I saw that the lights in my parents' room had been turned on when I turned it off earlier and the door in my room was opened by a little shadow who I thought was my sister. The light from the other room bothered me so much that I had to get up and turned it off my self.

I was so pissed off by what happened since I specifically said that they shouldn't have let my sister go up the stairs because of my massive head ache and she might fall from it. So I went down stairs to my mom but I didn't see my sister anywhere.

I asked her: "Ma, why did you let her go up stairs? She bothered my sleep!" My mom's answer was something I didn't expect, she said: "Who? Your sister? Your cousin took your sister to their house 30 minutes ago..." That's when I realized that light switch was too high for my sister to reach even if she used a chair on which wasn't available that time. And that's when I started to ask myself who was making the "baby playing" noises when the TV was off and no other house near us had a baby?

So who might have it been? It certainly wasn't my sister.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Bongbong Marcos is just a Clone

Bongbong Marcos (real name Ferdinand "Bongbong" Romualdez Marcos, Jr.) was born on September 13, 1957. He is a Filipino politician, and now he is a senator of the Philippines in 15th Congress.

He is the only son and second child of former Pres. Ferdinand E. Marcos and First Lady Imelda Marcos. The wife of Mrs. Louise Cacho Araneta, and a father to 3 sons.
The Legend

At the time of former Pres. Ferdinand E. Marcos (1965–1986), rumors about their projects and doings, and even their lives were wide spread in the Philippines. Some stories about them were distorted, as for example the San Juanico Bridge Legend, where Imelda Marcos ordered children's blood be mixed on the cement as sacrifice; the Manila Film Center Legend, where 26 (or more or less than hundred) construction workers were allegedly been buried in the building and not rescued or been dug up just to meet the completion date set by Imelda Marcos; and Bongbong Marcos Legend, for which this article is about. 

According to rumors, Bongbong Marcos was already dead, and the person we can see sitting in the Senate is only a clone of 'him'. The legend spread in late 1970s and in early 1980's.

First version of legend has it that Bongbong Marcos had a fisticuff with an Indian-national classmate. In the said fight, he was accidentally been stabbed by his classmate to death. Strangely, there was no news about his body been returned in the Philippines.

Second version says, that he was killed in a road accident in Manila (other stories suggest, it happened in London) when he was a teenager.

Third version has it that Bongbong was abducted by rebel armies from Mindanao, and he was killed there.

In continuation of the legend, Imelda Marcos convinced one of his nephew, who closely resembles his son, to undergo in a plastic surgery and pretend to be Bongbong Marcos in replace.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Mysterious Death of Julie Vega




Julie Vega (full name:Julie Pearl Apostol Postigo) was a very famous Filipino child actress, singer, and model. The cause of her death was rumored with a kind of Urban Legend. The reason is because she died abruptly as if there was no cause.

According to rumors, the cause of her death is the last horror movie she made. It was said she was cursed by some what a kind of engkantada when they created it in a province. The movie depicts her as a simple child daughter of a mortal woman and a demon (thus she is a half breed) and frequently being possessed by that demon.

Another rumor has it, a Spanish ghost was fond of her, that's why she (the ghost) took her innocent life. During the time when she was to be buried, a spirit-questor saw Julie Vega's soul floating over her coffin. She might be still alive at that time.

Source: http://philurbanlegends.blogspot.com

Friday, November 15, 2013

Another Restroom Story

I was a freshman in college when this crazy thing happened.

One afternoon, I was in my Algebra class when I felt the need to use the restroom after drinking too much iced tea during our lunch break. I was literally dashing through the hallway to get to the restroom. Even when I was in a hurry, I clearly remember that there was no one inside the rest room. All the cubicles were empty. So after I was done I went to the sink to wash my hands and that's when I heard a voice from one of the cubicles. I thought that was odd because I didn't hear her enter the room. She was asking "Meron bang tao dyan?" (Is anyone there?). Then I asked her what's the problem and she told me she can't get out, the cubicle door was stuck.
The voice was coming from inside the furthest cubicle so I went there. I was already nudging the door when she said "Patulak naman ng pinto, bilis late na kasi ako may klase pa ko" (Can you please push the door, hurry up I'm late for my class). I irritably said "Oo eto na nga" (Okay,I'm already trying) because I was already prying it open. I tried hard, I did, but it wouldn't budge. I told her to make sure that the door is off the latch. Silence. Then she started banging the door. I thought, oh boy, she's really in a hurry to get out. Then the banging stopped. I felt a trickle of sweat roll down my forehead and I was like, okay fine, that's it, I'm going to break this ugly thing. So I asked her to move farther back because I'm going to kick the freaking door and I don't want her to get hurt. She didn't respond. I kicked the door anyway.

I kicked the door hard and it swung open. I was in for the surprise of my life. There's no girl. No one was there. I was staring at an empty cubicle. I was shocked, my mind was in a daze. I heard someone behind me said "Anong nangyari, anong nangyari sa pinto?" (What happened, What happened to the door?) It was the janitress. I told her I kicked it. She asked me why and my mind went into a trance once again. After that, she never asked again.

I was interrogated by the head of the maintenance department. It turned out that I badly broke the flimsy door and the hinges need replacements. I didn't want to sound stupid so I said I was looking for my wallet, it's lame but it's all I could think of. They didn't seem to believe my story but they cut me loose anyway.

After I got out of the office I was heading towards my friends when the janitress approached me. She reminded me of the incident again, she said she heard me talking to someone when she was near approaching the rest room. I knew she didn't believe the wallet alibi. She looked at me in a very weird way and said "Wag mo nang sabihin sa iba, matatakot lang sila" (Don't tell anyone, you'll just scare them).

I'll bet all the money in my real wallet, she knew.

Source: yourghoststories.com

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Route 69

Back in Mexico there is a story about a street called Route 69, where a woman was killed in a car accident. They say that a man by the name of Juan was driving through the street late at night in order to avoid traffic going to his home. Suddenly a woman appears on the street. He swerves and misses the woman, so he continues. A few seconds later, just to make sure, he looks in his rear-view mirror to check what happened, and there on the backseat was the woman from the street, crying. He was never seen again. 


Source: http://urbanlegends.about.com

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Crybaby Bridge

According to this legend, a couple was driving home from church with their baby, arguing about something. The rain was falling in torrents, and they soon found themselves having to drive over a flooded bridge. As they started across, the water was deeper than they first thought, so they got stuck and decided to get out of the car to find help. The woman stayed behind, but left the car for reasons we can only guess at.


While her back was turned to the car, she heard her baby crying out loudly. She returned to the vehicle, only to find that her baby had been carried away by the water. According to the same legend, if you go to that same bridge you can still hear the baby crying (the bridge’s location is conveniently unknown). 

Source: http://listverse.com

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Sad Goodbye

This story happened around 1996, few months before I migrated here in NJ.

While waiting for my visa, I decided to go back to school and took a quick computer course, and there I met Leo, (not his real name) he was really nice & friendly and we became the best of friends almost instantly, he was so fond of me, he said I reminded him of his girlfriend who was in another city taking up nursing, they didn't get to spend much time together because of their conflicting schedules, they were only able to see each other once a month. I've realized how much he loved his girlfriend because she is all he could think of and was always our topic of conversation, he shared all his plans for their future with me even his plan of marriage proposal, he planned to do it on her 21st birthday.
Then one day, I woke up really early, I think it was around 4:30am and the very first thing that came to my mind was him. I didn't pay any attention to it and tried to go back to sleep but every time I closed my eyes I would see his face, I was like, this is weird! I was able to go back to sleep but woke up late, around 7:20, my Class was starting at 8am so I hurried up and took a quick shower and while in the shower I was seeing his face again! It started to bother me!

I was on my way to class when I saw him, I thought his face was blurry but I still could see his eyes for some reason... He passed me and kept going down the stairs without saying a word, I asked him where he was going and that we are already late but no reply.

I went to the classroom and it was unusually quite! Everybody was there except for him and the teacher so I went to my seat and waited, when the teacher came, he announced that Leo's was gone: (he was found by his dad hanging from the ceiling, in his room around 6:00AM. 

Monday, November 11, 2013

The Slit-Mouthed Woman


There is a legend in Japan and China about a girl called Kuchisake-Onna, also known as the slit-mouthed woman. Some say that she was a samurai’s wife. One day, she cheated on her husband with a younger and better-looking man. When the husband returned, he discovered her betrayal; enraged and furious, he took his sword and slit her mouth ear-to-ear.


Some say that the woman was cursed to never die, and still wanders the world so that people can see the horrible scar on her face and pity her. Some people claim that others have actually seen a very beautiful young lady, who asked them: “Am I pretty?” And once they replied positively, she ripped off the surgical mask, and showed them her horrible wound. She then asked the same question—and anyone who no longer found her pretty was met by tragic death from her hands.

There are two morals to this story: a compliment won’t cost you a thing, and honesty isn’t necessarily the best policy.

Source: http://listverse.com

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Teke Teke

According to some old story, a young schoolgirl was cut in half by an oncoming train after she had fallen in the tracks. Now she wanders around with a scythe, “dropping in” on unsuspecting victims and cuts them in half so that she’s not alone.


There’s a version of this story that I heard a long time ago:

There was this boy who was walking home alone, it was getting dark, and he was in an unfamiliar part of the town, so he started to pick up his pace. He walked for some time, all the while the sun setting and his surroundings becoming darker and darker. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a face, smiling at him from a window. Her elbows were on the windowsill, her hands on her cheeks. “Are you lost?” she asked. Thinking she was going to help him out, he walked closer to the woman. She suddenly jumped from the windowsill, revealing her disfigurement. Her legs and her torso were missing. Before the boy could scream, she cut him in two, just like her.

Source: http://thoughtcatalog.com

SPOLARIUM

Songs are created by song writers to express their feelings, to tell their stories, and to say their disappointments for something. All of the songs are meaningful - they may expressly or impliedly say something from within. 

One of our viewers suggested a topic to me through e-mail. She asked me to create an article of a song with a hidden meaning on it, or backmasking. I became interested, so I begun searching songs with hidden meanings. There were many, but only one caught my attention - the Spolarium of Eraserheads.

The Song

The song Spolarium was written and performed by the Eraserheads, and was included in their album - Sticker Happy. The song was allegedly hiding something puzzling behind the poetical lyrics. People who hear it might not understand instantly what was in there if they don't know the story. On the other hand, people may also misunderstood the song if not gently inspected and studied.

Now, let's have the lyrics of the said song.


Spolarium
By: Eraserheads

Dumilim ang paligid
May tumawag sa pangalan ko
Labing isang palapag
Tinanong kung okay lang ako
Sabay abot ng baso
May naghihintay
At bakit ba pag nagsawa na ako
Biglang ayoko na

At ngayon di pa rin alam
Kung ba’t tayo nandito
Pwede bang itigil muna ang pagikot ng mundo

Lumiwanag ang buwan
San Juan
'Di ko na masasakyan
Ang lahat ng bagay ay gumuguhit na lang sa 'king lalamunan
Ewan mo at ewan natin
Sinong may pakana
At bakit ba tumilapon ang gintong alak dyan sa paligid mo

At ngayon 'di pa rin alam
Kung ba’t tayo nandito
Pwede bang itigil muna ang pagikot ng mundo

Umiyak ang umaga
Anong sinulat ni Enteng at Joey dyan
Sa gintong salamin
'Di ko na mabasa
Pagkat merong nagbura ahhh…

Ewan mo at ewan natin
Sinong may pakana
At bakit ba tumilapon ang spolarium dyan sa paligid mo?

At ngayon di pa rin alam
Kung bakit tayo nandito
Pwede bang itigil muna, ang pagikot ng mundo
Pwede bang itigil muna, ang pagikot ng mundo
Pwede bang itigil muna, ang pagikot nga mundo

Spolarium
By: Eraserheads

The surroundings dimmed
Someone called my name
Eleven(th) floor(s)
And asked if I was okay
While handing me a glass
Someone was waiting
And why is it when I’ve had enough
Suddenly I don’t want it anymore

And now, I still have no idea
Why we're here
Can we please just stop the earth from revolving

The moon shone
San Juan
I may not be able to ride (on it)
Everything is just drawing a line (trailing) across my throat
You don’t know and we don’t know
Who did it
And why did the golden liquor spill all around you.

And now I still have no idea
Why we are here
Can we please stop just for now, the world from revolving

The morning cried
What did Enteng and Joey write
In the golden mirror
I can’t read anymore
Cause someone erased it ahh…

You don’t know and we don’t know
Who did it
Why did the spolarium spill all around you?

And now I still have no idea
Why we are here
Can we stop it for now, the world from revolving
Can we stop it for now, the world from revolving
Can we stop it for now, the world from revolving


                      

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Tide is the devil's detergent

Proctor and Gamble (P&G) was one of the largest multinational company that has business in the Philippines until now. They are the manufacturer of Tide, Ariel, Safeguard, Pantene, Head & Shoulders, and many others.

Despite their good image in the public, someone would still put stain on their name. There was this urban legend that circulated in 1980s that somehow made a great impact to the people. It was said that the Proctor and Gamble was a profit-generating ar of a Satanist group. People were told that the moon-and-stars logo found on the boxes of P&G products was the symbol of the Anti-Christ. The number of the Beast, "666," was supposed to be hidden in the logo.

Legend

Legend has it, that the earnings of Procter and Gamble were supposed to be used for the world domination of demon worshippers, or to support a Church of Satan. There were also emails asserting that the so-called "owner" of P&G had appeared in a US talk show (Oprah Winfrey's, Sally Jesse Raphael, Phil Donahue, or Merv Griffin's) and admitted that "a large portion of his profits from Procter & Gamble Products goes to support [the] Satanic Church." The email even gives details on how one could obtain a transcript of the said show. The catch? There was no such episode in any of the shows mentioned. Moreover, P&G is a publicly help entity. Thus, it's not owned by a single person. 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Nardong Putik

Leonardo Manecio (sometimes credited as "Manicio") aka Nardong Putik was a Filipino gangster turned folk hero. Putik was born in 1923 in Sabang, Dasmariñas, Cavite. His father was a politician of some consequence in his town who was killed by his political enemies. Putik was a driver by profession and at one time saw services as a policeman in Dasmariñas. Putik was married to Feliciana but had many common-law wives. He had one known son, Leonardo, Jr. and two known daughters, Angelita and Estrellita with his legal wife.

An amulet-wielding hoodlum from Cavite province, Putik credited his ability to survive and escape numerous ambushes and gunfights to his anting-anting (amulet). Nardong Putik's ability to elude the law and his enemies made him a legend to many people.
According to Caviteños, Putik got that name as he was known to submerge himself in mud paddies, among carabaos, using bamboo or papaya stalks as breathing tubes, whenever he had to evade a police or military dragnet. But according to some people, he can be invisible once he set foot on the mud using his anting-anting.

His mysterious powers and unexplainable abilities made him a legend, and that's the reason why I put him here. 

A Creepy Wailing Woman

It has been a while since I last posted a story. Work has been hectic but at least I've 'earned' a few experiences to share.

This particular one happened fairly recently, around June 2010, when my husband and I had our master's bedroom repainted. Because of the strong odour from the paint, my husband and I decided to sleep in the guest room which was right next to our dining area. After reading a book and exchanging stories for a bit, we were both asleep. Around half past two, I felt aware of my surroundings and I started hearing a woman's voice. I then opened my eyes and listened in, trying to make out what she was saying. I can't say exactly if she was singing a melancholy tune or if she was crying. Worse of all, her voice sounded ethereal that I immediately knew she wasn't of this world anymore. One minute she'd sound nearby and another minute, her voice would suddenly sound distant. It even came to a point that she sounded like she was right outside my bedroom window. The thing is we live on the 4th floor! I decided not to tell my husband about it because I knew he'd probably think I was nuts. Days later, after having convinced myself that I probably dreamt about her, I heard her again.
I was having lunch with my hubby and dad-in-law when I suddenly heard the same ethereal wail-singing. I was creeped out but I chose to keep quiet about it. After lunch, I couldn't take it anymore! I went straight to the kitchen to ask our maid if she was hearing what I was hearing. To my surprise she said: "Alin po? Yung babaeng kumakanta na parang umiiyak? Opo ate, naririnig ko sya gabi gabi." (Do you mean the woman who sounds like she's singing or crying? Yes mam, I hear her every night.) My jaws almost dropped. At the same time, I was also happy to realize that what I was hearing was real! (Considering the fact that I only asked her if she was hearing anything strange yet she described what I was hearing accurately!) She then went on to tell me how the woman's voice would sometimes sound like its right outside her bedroom door! She even told me how she'd deliberately play praise songs on her CD player in an attempt to keep herself safe and at around 2 or 3 in the morning, she'd find the CD player unplugged!

We have no idea who she could be or what she needs, but I think she needs help. I've also tried burning incense in every room of the house but it only seemed to keep her away for a few days. One other strange fact about the whole experience is that I never hear her when I'm at the master's bedroom, which is only a few feet away!

Any thoughts?

The Forever Friend

Personal Experience by Taylor Mae

This story starts around the time I was in Kindergarten. I still remember him, quite vividly. His name was Joey, and he was my first friend. He never left my side, he was always there to play with me, and we laughed our way through the first year we were together. I no longer played with him by the time I entered first grade. The reason for that was because I moved schools. And also because, I was too old for imaginary friends. As I remember him, he was just a shadow on the wall. I don't recall when I first started talking to him, or why I called him Joey. I've always hated plain names like that.

By the time I was 13 my two youngest siblings, the twins Gavyn and Olivia, were Kindergarten age. I remember the first time it happened quite clearly. My step-mother, Liz, and I were making dinner (she was cooking, I was taste testing) my brother was outside with a friend, my father was watching television after having just come home from work, and my sister was upstairs playing. The walls in that house were very thin, as it was a decently aged place. From my bedroom upstairs I could hear most people's conversations and if I listened closely I could sometimes hear Liz washing dishes.
So it wasn't completely implausible that we could hear my sister upstairs. She was talking to herself, as she sometimes did while she played with her dolls. This time though, the context felt different. Like she wasn't just talking to herself, but having a conversation with another person. And then the unthinkable happened - we heard somebody reply. Liz gave me a look that said 'go make sure she's okay.' I didn't need to be told twice. I have a deep connection with all of my siblings, especially Olivia (at the moment she's in that stage where she worships me because I'm a teenager and therefore everything I do is cool). If there was somebody there who shouldn't be there, they could count on a fight from me. Nobody messes with my siblings.

So I walked into the living room, passing my oblivious father on the way, and peered up the staircase. She was in the hallway, clearly visible. As usual, she had a doll in each hand, making them converse with each other. I asked her who she had been talking to. She told me, "My friend Joey."

I went back into the kitchen, glad that I had been the first to witness a memorable part in my sister's life - her first imaginary friend. Liz and I laughed it off as our imaginations, and for the next few weeks thought nothing of it. Later though, when we visited my grandmother, both the children were playing upstairs and I heard her say his name once again, "Joey!" My brother asked her who that was and she explained it to him. He got mad, I think because he couldn't see Joey as well. 

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Construction Worker

As a call center worker of three years, I have been guilty of what others might call "call center hopping" This story takes place during my work for my third call center in Davao. Callbox is located in the Landco Building which has been known for its ghost stories.
During breaks, we like to hang out in the fire exit. Most of my friends and co workers sneak out there to smoke cigarettes and we normally enjoy a good laugh about clients in there. One night, we were noisier than usual and having taken our usual spot on the base of a set of stairs facing the fire exit door, which was halfway open at that time. That door opened into a dimly lit corridor which had a dead end. Given that this was 2 in the morning, we didn't expect anyone to be there. My friends and I were discussing the recent elevator scare that left one of my co-workers going up and down from the second floor to the seventeenth floor and upon reaching the 17th floor the elevator would go on a free fall and stop on the second floor and start its climb again, we discussed his scary ride which lasted for 45 minutes. What was weird about this was that building engineers checked the elevator and there was nothing wrong with it. 

My co worker threatened to sue the building but they still stood by their findings that nothing was wrong with the equipment. Our discussion became noisier than usual and I who was positioned beside the half open door, noticed movement. I looked just in time to see a man splattered in what I thought was paint glide by. It took me half a minute to step out of the door and into the corridor, again just in time to see the man disappear into the wall. No one but me saw it, so I rejoined my group and said to my friends that it was getting late and we should return to our stations. They agreed and we headed up. 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Biringan City

About

This story was featured in the GMA Channel 7, Mel & Joey, hosted by Mel Tiangco and Joey de Leon. According to them, this city appears to be somewhat a kind of portal from and going to the other world.
Have you heard of a city of wonder, which appear and vanish 
at the same time?
Anyway . . .

In the Province of Samar, the Philippines, the mention of “Biringan” evokes awe, fear, intrigue, knocking on wood and innumerable signs of the Cross.

What is Biringan? It is reportedly an undefined location somewhere between Calbayog City and Catarman, Northern Samar, where a mythic city(ies) of indescribable grandeur is/are said to exist, unvisited by ordinary mortals, known only by magnificent folk stories that refuse to die despite the advent of television and the internet. Other reports extend its area to as far south as San Jorge, Samar.

Biringan’s “now-you-see-it, now-you-don’t” quality indicates it is not of the usual land and water terrain in which we live in. It seems to exist in a different dimension, which explains why its boundaries can overlap with known towns and cities of Samar island. On moonless nights, seafarers aplenty have reported seeing a dazzling city of light. In a few minutes, though, the manifestation is no longer visible. Obviously, Biringan is not likely to be shown on any map or atlas. But specialized (infrared, ultraviolet, etc.) satellite mapping photography have reportedly turned up a shining area in the reported general location of Biringan.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

The Choking Doberman

This urban legend comes from Sydney, Australia, and features a bizarre story regarding a choking Doberman dog. One night, a couple who had been out for a few too many drinks came home to find their dog choking in the living room. The man panicked and fainted, but the woman decided to call her old friend, a vet, and arranged to drop the dog off at the vet clinic. 

After dropping off the dog, she decides to go home and get her husband into bed. It takes her a while to do this, and in the meantime, the phone rings. The vet screams hysterically that they need to get out of the house immediately. So without any clue as to what’s going on, the couple leave the house as quickly as possible.

As they come down the stairs, several policemen run up to meet them. When the woman ask what the problem is, a policeman gently tells her that the dog was choking on a man’s finger. A burglar must still be present in their home. Soon enough, the former owner of the finger is found unconscious in the bedroom.

Source: http://listverse.com

Monday, November 4, 2013

The Story Behind the Exorcism of Emily Rose


The movie The Exorcism of Emily Rose, is actually based upon the true life exorcism of Anneliese Michel, whom lived in Germany. In the movie she was Emily Rose from the United States. Some of the other details are a little different from the actual story, so I will clear up what I can for you. Some of the things I have found are a little graphic and if you are sensitive to this type of thing I would quit reading now.

Anneliese Michel was born in Bavaria Germany to Anna and Josef Michel on September 21, 1952. In all accounts she had a normal childhood , with a normal family and school life. Her family was highly religious and her father at one time had actually thought of taking the classes needed to become a priest, and three of her aunts were nuns within the church. Her mother had encouraged her throughout her adolescence to atone for the sins of illegitimacy through fervent devotion, due to the fact that she had an older sister just four years older than she who was in fact illegitimate. 

Her sister Martha, had died when she was eight during an operation to cure her of a kidney tumor. Her mother was ridiculed for the birth of Martha, and even had to wear a black veil to her own wedding ceremony to Josef. She would continue to suffer for the sins of others even up until she passed away. While in college she hung pictures of Saints in her dorm room, kept a holy water font near the front door, and held regular Rosary prayers. She had been known to sleep on bare stone floors to atone the sins of wayward priests and sinners of other sorts, including but not limited to drug addicts. 


Anneliese endured great pain during the times in which she began to experience some horrific things. It started one day in 1968 she began having convulsions so her parents like any other good parents would do, took their daughter to a physician to have her examined, ultimately determining that she had Grand Mal seizures. They tried unsuccessfully to control her seizures and she had even been admitted to the hospital for treatment. Depression started to plague her. She eventually returned home from the hospital because Anneliese as well as her parents, had determined that the doctors were unable to help her and she should just be at home. As time passed she started seeing demonic faces all around her especially while praying, and visions of evil things.

The Hook

Also known as "The Hook Man"

Example As told by David Emery:

A teenage boy drove his date to a dark and deserted Lovers' Lane for a make-out session. He turned on the radio for mood music, leaned over to whisper in the girl's ear, and began kissing her.

A short while later, the music suddenly stopped mid-song. After a moment of silence an announcer's voice came on, warning in an ominous tone that a convicted murderer had just escaped from the state insane asylum — which happened to be located within a half-mile of Lovers' Lane — and urging that anyone who notices a man wearing a stainless steel hook in place of his missing right hand should immediately report his whereabouts to the police.
The girl became frightened and asked to be taken home. The boy, feeling bold, locked all the doors instead and, assuring his date they would be safe, attempted to kiss her again. She became frantic and pushed him away, insisting that they leave. Relenting, the boy peevishly jerked the car into gear and spun its wheels as he pulled out of the parking space.

When they arrived at the girl's house she got out of the car, and, reaching to close the door, began to scream uncontrollably. The boy ran to her side to see what was wrong and there, dangling from the door handle, was a bloody hook.

Analysis: Folks have been telling the "hook-man" story since the 1950s, and indeed the implicit moral message — "Sex is naughty, and bad boys and girls will be punished!" — seems more appropriate to that simpler, more naive era. Just as this moral has come to be parodied in horror films (where formerly it was delivered with morbid solemnity), its "bygone" relevance has taken the teeth out of the cautionary tale over time.

Remarking on the improbable tidiness of the plot, Jan Harold Brunvand has observed that "most tellers narrate the story nowadays more as a scary story than a believed legend." Small wonder. Given its exploitation by Hollywood in popular genre films like Candyman and I Know What You Did Last Summer, most people under the age of 30 probably assume the story was invented by screenwriters.

Folklorists of a Freudian bent find meaningful sexual overtones in the imagery of the tale. The boy, who wants to get his "hooks" into the girl, is not only frustrated by her unwillingness but afraid of his own lustful impulses — a fear heightened by the stern "voice of conscience" emitting from the radio — and has to "pull out fast" before a deadly sin is committed. The tearing off of the madman's hook symbolizes castration. Proponents of this type of psychological interpretation find the sexual apprehensions of both boys and girls represented in the legend.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Boyfriend's Death (Broadway Centrum)

The story happened in the old Broadway Centrum. 

[Taken from Internet:] 

There was a couple inside a car when they noticed a guy walking around them. Of course the girl, in fright, told her boyfriend to go out and confront the person. After hours later, the girl was freaked out when the head of her boyfriend just abruptly appear on the window. Next day, she was found by the police insane. Legend has it that the guy walking around them hunts couples doing something inside the cars.
[Taken from http://underbonesphilippines.com]

The story goes that a couple went out on a date one night somewhere along New Manila. Then their car breaks down; good thing they were able to steer it to the broadway centrum parking lot. The boyfriend gets out of the vehicle and tries to fix the problem, but fails. So he tells the girlfriend to stay in the car, close the windows, and lock the doors while he's looking for help. 

An hour later, the girl was getting anxious waiting for her boyfriend to arrive when she notices a strange man watching from the shadows. this man approaches the car and starts banging on the windows and trying to force open the doors. Terrified, the girl honks the car horn to get attention and scare the man off. He stopped and hurriedly left, only to return a few minutes later. then he circled the car, deliberately, holding something in his hand, which he raises to the window.

To her absolute horror, the girl realizes it was her boyfriend's decapitated head! That's not all: she was even more horrified to see what the man lifts up in his other hand: the boyfriend's car keys.

Allegedly the poor girl was so traumatized by the experience that she lost her mind.

7th Floor

Way back 2007, I worked at the 7th Floor, MCC Steel Corporation as a Purchasing Assistant for about a week. Since the building is very old, I have heard so many stories about the ghost who haunts the whole department. On the third day of my work, during lunchtime I went to the Comfort Room, it was big and it has 4 cubicles. I chose the fourth cubicle. The moment I closed the door, I heard a FLUSH coming from the first cubicle.
It was really weird because I haven't seen anyone who entered the CR with me. Besides, if someone entered right after me, I would hear the door opens because it was really heavy. So, I went out and checked the first cubicle and no one was there, the scary part was, when I saw the water from the toilet bowl drained down like if someone FLUSHED the toilet. It scared the hell out of me and I ran as fast as I could. After that incident, I never went to the Comfort Room on that floor. This was one of the reasons why I quit the job.
My officemates told me that the 7th floor specially the Comfort Room was haunted by a ghost lady. Some employees including me saw a blood on the water tank. Even the reliance of the building was scared every time she went to the 7th floor and cleans the whole area. She said that she heard so many things and you would have a very eerie feeling when you're alone on that floor, even daytime. We were not really sure what is the reason behind all the haunting. All I know is I don't want to go back there!

Thank you for reading.

Source: yourghoststories.com

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary is a ghost who supposedly is summoned after someone speaks her name three times in front of a mirror in a completely dark room. The most common interpretation of the legend goes that Mary Worth is the spirit of a young mother whose baby was stolen from her and subsequently goes crazy with grief, ultimately killing herself. 


Summoning Bloody Mary is popular as a game or a dare, because supposedly after she comes around, she proceeds to attack the summoner—often ripping off their face or gouging out their eyeballs—aiming to drive them insane or to an early death. And, if you don’t die after summoning her, then she will haunt you for the rest of your life. So, not exactly a great scene in any scenario.

Source: buzzfeed.com

Chupacabra


The chupacabra, literally “goat-eater,” is a legend borne out of Puerto Rico. In 1995, eight sheep were found dead in a pasture, each with three puncture wounds in the chest, and all wholly drained of blood. A few months later, another town was attacked—and this time, supposedly 150 farm animals and pets had been slaughtered.

Similar events had occurred back in 1975, in Moca, Puerto Rico, where hundreds of animals had also been drained of blood and died. These were attributed to a satanic cult or a vampire (El Vampiro de Moca), and most contemporary explanations are simply that the animals had been infected with mange and made weaker and more susceptible to attacks by predators. 


In myth, the chupacabra is described as a much more demon-like creature, even possessing spines running down its back.

Still, that doesn’t explain why all of the main attacks reported the distinct pattern of three puncture wounds and the fact that all the animals’ blood was gone. 

Source: buzzfeed.com

Black Dog of Hanging Hills

A Connecticut Ghost Story

retold by

S. E. Schlosser



He smiled as he sipped at his coffee. It had been an excellent hike. He was glad his friend had recommended coming to the Hanging Hills in Connecticut; not the first place that had come to his mind when considering a vacation. But it was beautiful here. When his friend arrived tomorrow they would tackle some of the more challenging terrain.

“Did you have a nice hike?” asked the innkeeper as she refilled his cup.

“Yes indeed. I had some unexpected company,” he said with a smile.

“Really? I thought you were the only one crazy enough to go hiking in the rain,” she teased.

“It was a little black dog,” he said. “Cute fellow. Followed me all the way up the mountain and down again.” 

He looked up from his coffee to see the innkeeper’s face had gone pale.

“A black dog?” she asked. “That’s not good.”

“Why not?”

“We have a saying around here,” she replied. “’And if a man shall meet the Black Dog once, it shall be for joy; and if twice, it shall be for sorrow; and the third time, he shall die.’” He laughed. “That’s just superstition.”

“That’s what Mr. Pynchon said. He saw the black dog twice. The second time he saw the dog, the friend he was climbing with fell to his death. And later, Mr. Pynchon decided to climb the same mountain, and he died too. Everyone here believes he saw the dog just before he fell.”

“Nonsense. It was just a cute stray,” he said uneasily. She shrugged and took the coffee pot over to her other customers.

Cow Head

Everyone loves a good scary story; that false sense of fear that fills you with adrenaline if you happen to be short of cocaine that particular day. Of course, once the story is over and you've succeeded in giving your younger sibling bed-wetting night terrors, everything should go back to normal. Unless it doesn't because you've apparently died of fucking fright.
 
The story of Cow Head is apparently so terrifying, so horrific, so psychologically soul-wrecking, that the exact details of the tale have long since been lost. To hear it would leave you a violently trembling mess for days until you eventually died of fright (much like the effects of Stephanie Meyer's writing on most of the general public). However, due to what Cracked assumes must be its Ringu-like superpowers, no full variation is known today, though mention of it can be found in various written accounts dating back to the 17th century. We must assume it is hard to recount a story to anyone if you're...you know...dead.

As the story itself remains largely unknown, there is little threat that you will hear Cow Head being passed around your cub-scout campfire any time soon.

Read more: http://www.cracked.com

Red Room curse

The Red Room story is an internet legend about a pop up which appears on the victim's computer. The image simply shows a red door and a recorded voice asks "Do you like-". Even if the pop up is closed it will repeatedly reappear until the voice finally completes the question: "Do you like the red room?". 





Those who have seen the pop-up are found dead, their walls painted red in their own blood. The legend began with a flash animation of a young boy being cursed after encountering the pop-up, but gained notoriety when it was found that the schoolgirl who committed the Sasebo slashing in 2004 had the video as a bookmark.


Souce: wikipedia.org

The Charito Solis-Mayor Arsenio Lacson Story

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Scandal Status: Fake (May now be classified as an urband legend, no authentic evidence has surfaced.) 

An article published in the FAMAS awards microsite discussed an issue that had hounded actress Charito Solis: "In 1962, what could be considered as the biggest unfounded rumor of her career struck: She was having an affair with Manila mayor Arsenio Lacson." 

Lacson served as Manila mayor from 1952 until the year he died. On April 15, 1962, Lacson died [of a heart attack] in his hotel suite. Rumor mills churned out that he was actually with actress Charito Solis and that he had the heart attack while they were in bed. The story was never verified.

Source: spot.ph

Friday, November 1, 2013

Urban legends

By Gilda Cordero-Fernando
Philippine Daily Inquirer
 
It was believed by the folk that when a mermaid is captured (and held captive), it results in a big flood. After “Ondoy,” it is said that more people went to the Manila Aquarium than usual to check whether a mermaid was, indeed, in one of the display tanks.
Two friends who regularly go to Dumaguete, and one who lives there, also relate that when the seaside city went underwater from heavy rains four years ago, fishermen up and down the coast marched angrily to the Silliman Marine Science lab armed with oars. They were soon joined by farmers carrying pitchforks, whose farms had been inundated. They demanded the release of the mermaid that the marine biologists had purportedly been keeping in a tank (for study?).

Poor director Alcala of the marine science department had to rush to the scene in his pajamas to open the tank area! Only then would the folk believe that there was no mermaid imprisoned there. 

In Dagupan, Pangasinan, a mermaid statue with a fountain used to be in front of the old City Hall until it was torn down during a remodeling.

“Mermaids were part of our childhood and our history,” says Norma Liongoren. “The rivers criss-crossing Dagupan were said to be her tears. The sirena was the bogey we were frightened with to make us obey.”

One of the Hundred Islands of Alaminos was the location of the first “Jezebel” movie (which has had many incarnations). A mermaid statue still exists there.

Legends about mermaids are prevalent all over the Philippines. As in Angono, sightings are still reported—of a mermaid with long hair, perched on a rock, luring sailors and swimmers with her singing, then drowning them. (The dugong, says John I. Teodoro, with its hairy body, looks very much like a fat mermaid.) A science (?) education (?) building under construction had a glass dome, it was rumored, to become the tank for a sirena. 

Manoktok (Door Knockers)

Before World War II, our grandparents would claim that in the middyle of the night, 2 old people and 1 young woman, clad in robes, would knock at your door in the middle of the night.

These three bear news that someone in the household, or an ill family member, Their visits are more prevalent during times of outbreaks of Cholera and other infectious diseases.


In the Cebu homeowners would paint white crosses on their doors to stop these three from knocking thereon, hence, these three started knocking on government buildings, churches and hospitals.

They claimed that after the war, their visits diminished or stopped altogether. This was explained in this manner: after the war, most of the buildings and houses were destroyed, hence, they had no more doors to knock on. 

Source: wattpad.com

MINDA MORA


The Story: 
Minda Mora was a stage actress. She was young and beautiful. Determined to make a name for herself in the local scene, she worked hard to excel in her craft. One night, after a solo rehearsal which ended late at the cultural center of the University of San Carlos, tragedy struck. She was raped and later murdered by three school guards.


It Gets Crazy: 
Minda Mora loved the stage so much her spirit never left when she died. It is said that people who were seen heckling a nervous or inexperienced performer during a stage performance later died horrible deaths just days after the performance.

The Effect: 
Students refrain from heckling or making brash commentaries during theatrical performances at the cultural center for fear of provoking Minda Mora. 

Source: http://hangingrice.com