Sunday, January 26, 2014

The Headless Soldier

I live in a village in Antipolo. This is where the generals and other high ranking soldiers retire. This happened when I was just around 14 years old.

My friends and I were having camping in an empty lot that night, we love ghost hunting together. Just beside our village is a haunted village wherein only few houses are there and not all are occupied. Inside this village is a long street surrounded by trees and weeds (talahib).
We decided to go there this time. While walking through that street, I saw a white figure behind us. I asked them if they see the white figure behind us, one of them looked back and ran as fast as he could. Surprised and terrified, we ran as well. Outside the village I asked the guy what did he see, he said that the figure I saw is a white lady and already started moving towards us. After that incident we never came back to that same street.


Back at the camp, everyone already started sleeping. I'm the only one who is still awake, I can't sleep. So I decided to go home and check if someone is already awake to open the door for me. I checked the door and peeped inside the house and everyone is still asleep. So I stayed outside and waited for the sun to rise.

Suddenly I felt an urge to look at my right. I saw a soldier (around 100 meters away from me) walking and swaying side to side like a drunken person. It is unusual to see a soldier drunk that still has his uniform on because it's a disgrace to his superior. I wanted to know who the soldier is. I can't see his face!

I blinked to make my sight sharper, and in not more than a second he moved from 100 meters to 70 meters from me. His Body movements were faster this time, his sway had gotten faster. Curious about the soldier I managed to walk closer to the soldier, I still can't see his face... And another blink of my eye, he managed to move around 10 meters away from me.

His body movement is like in a hurry, his sway is even way way faster than before! Then I finally noticed that the soldier I'm trying to see doesn't have a head! I ran back to camp and never looked back! I waited for the sun to rise.

I asked one of the old guys in our village and they said that the village used to be a burial ground way back in the Japanese era. For all we know, Japanese soldiers are known to cut their enemies head off...

Hope you enjoyed my story... Feel free to add comments!

Saturday, January 25, 2014

The House On Tres Abril

This story happened when I was 12.

My family lived in Manila, then. And my eldest brother, a civil engineer, frequently goes to Cebu city for a construction project. After a month, he decided to rent a house - I can't remember the exact location - though, it is 15 minutes away by car from the city proper. I do remember that the street on which the house stood was named Tres Abril.

On the summer of 1980, I went to Cebu to attend a National Youth Camp sponsored by our church (we are from a protestant group.) My parents thought it would do me good to get there one week before the camp activities so I could get to visit the beaches, and the historic landmarks in the province. For a whole week, I was to stay with my brother in his house on Tres Abril.

The house was very comfortable and well ventilated. There were even plenty of trees within its compound, and I was seriously contemplating asking my father if I could transfer my studies to Cebu. I was an incoming High School Freshmen, and the change in environment could do me well. So, we went out for lunch, and my father and my older brother treated me to a little tour of the city. When we got home at around 5 in the afternoon, I was tired, and my legs felt like lead. I decided to sleep early. I woke up again at around 9 in the evening to an excruciating tummy ache. It felt like I was being stabbed, and I vomited several times. There was also the splitting head ache. After that, there was the shortness of breath, as if I was running out of air. I had never had an asthma attack, so my father was concerned. I was also crying. Dad said, I was "weeping."

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Nova Villa had a love child by FPJ




Storyline: Veteran actress Nova Villa got her biggest break in the early 60’s when she starred in the movie Daniel Barrion with no less than Fernando Poe Jr. She seized the role unexpectedly after “Da King” chanced upon her inside the Premiere Productions canteen. FPJ was at the prime of his years so it’s easy to assume that a 17-year old Nova Villa would easily fall for his magnetic appeal. But the showbiz controversy went beyond just a rumored love affair. Legend has it that Nova Villa’s only child—who is now living in the States—was actually sired by FPJ and not by her real-life husband.


Moment of truth: Nova Villa silenced the age-old dirty gossip about her when she was interviewed by PEP in August, 2009. Although she was a bit hesitant when asked whether or not FPJ was her first love, Villa directly dismissed the urban legend suggesting she had a kid by the late FPJ. Truth be told, the King of Philippine Movies actually admitted having an illegitimate affair in his past. Not with Nova Villa, but with former actress Ana Marin from whom he sired a daughter named Ronian. Nova Villa, on the other hand, is still happily married with her husband of 40 years, Freddie Gallegos.

Source: www.filipiknow.net/pinoy-celebrity-urban-legends/

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Nora Aunor’s fling with Don Johnson

Storyline: The 1970 movie Lollipops and Roses was notable for two reasons: It was filmed in no less than Hollywood, California and also launched one of Ate Guy’s most memorable teenage romances. Fresh from a breakup with ‘Pip’, the then 17 year-old Nora Aunor purportedly developed a fling with her co-star Don Johnson while doing the movie. Johnson, along with Davy Jones (The Monkees), was one of the foreign stars hired by Premiere Productions to star with La Aunor. The relationship was short-lived, though, and Nora Aunor went back to business when she returned home.


Moment of truth: Nestor de Guzman, a die-hard Noranian and editor of the book, Nora Aunor Sa Mga Noranian: Mga Paggunita at Pagtatapat, dispelled the long-standing rumor once and for all. In an interview with PEP, de Guzman revealed that it was Sajid Khan—not Don Johnson—whom Nora developed a ‘mutual understanding’ with. Khan was a Hollywood teen idol of the 60’s who met Nora when they both starred for the movie The Singing Filipina. Enamored by Nora’s simple beauty, Khan even traveled back to the Philippines in 1971 to visit the superstar. Sadly, Khan didn’t get to meet Nora face-to-face again as the latter reunited with her original sweetheart, Tirso Cruz III.

Source: http://www.filipiknow.net

Monday, January 20, 2014

The Myth of Japanese Christmas

Many foreign residents of Japan claim to know someone who knows someone who has seen a mysterious Japanese Christmas display. A department store Christmas window that features Santa Claus crucified on a cross.
The location of the story alternates: Yokohama, Saitama, Chiba, Osaka. It's probably a myth. A photo would have surfaced. A few fakes have been circulated by nothing convincing. 



Source: http://www.japan-talk.com

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Myth or Reality: The Japanese Descend From The Lost Tribes of Israel

In 720 BC the Kingdom of Israel was destroyed by ancient Assyria.

The population of Israel was exiled. At this point, historical records of 10 Israelite tribes ends. These have become known as The Ten Lost Tribes of Israel.

Whatever happened to these exiled peoples is one of the great mysteries of history. A popular theory proposes that one of the tribes settled in ancient Japan and that Japanese people descended from this tribe.

The Theory

Leaders of the Yamato clan (Japan's dominant ethnic group) have long claimed that they have Israelite roots.

Several prominent academic researchers have put forward theories that support these claims. In the 1930s, Canadian ethnographer Edward Odlum proposed that the Japanese descended form the lost tribe of Menasseh. The Menasseh had Egyptian blood. He suggested that this explains many of the racial characteristics of the Japanese (skin color and eyes).


Edward Odlum also put forward a theory that the word samurai comes from the word "Samaria". Samaria was a city in the ancient Kingdom of Israel. He theorized that samurai originally meant "to defend Samaria".

Academics have also pointed out that the Japanese have eaten unleavened bread and written on paper scrolls since ancient times. Others suggest a similarity between the Arc of the Covenant and Japanese mikoshi.


Myth or Reality?

Modern studies suggest that Japanese people don't have Semitic markers in their DNA — the Japanese have Asian ancestry.

Source: http://www.japan-talk.com

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

The Faceless Girl

It was the year 1997. I was in first year college and was taking up engineering in one of the state universities here in Manila. For me to get to my school, I have to wait for a PUJ (Public Utility Jeep) along Rizal Avenue with a signage of "Mabini-Harrison Plaza" because that is the only jeep that will pass near our school.

I was waiting for a PUJ around 6:15 AM because I have class in Physics at 7:00 AM. I was not in a hurry so I was waiting for a jeepney that is not full.


As I was waiting, a cab stopped in front of me. The driver was like waiting for a passenger when I noticed a girl at the back part of the cab. I just told myself that they might be waiting for the girl's companion. I hailed a jeepney and went to school. Apparently, the cab that stopped in front of me earlier drove and stopped next to the PUJ I was when we were along C.M. Recto Avenue where there was another stop light. I noticed the girl again and this is the part that freaked me out and made me almost go back home. The girl was FACELESS. I also noticed that the cab driver doesn't know that he has a "passenger" because he keeps on stopping to bystanders and trying his luck for a real passenger.

Let me describe to you the girl. She has shoulder length hair and has no eyes, no ears, no nose, no facial feature whatsoever. Just a black hole where the face should be. Since I was freaked out and I can't go back home anymore, I looked away from the cab then the jeepney drove off. I arrived at school 10 minutes before my class and eventually forgot what happened.

I just want to share this with you guys. I don't know what it was that I encountered. Any inputs would be welcome. Thanks and God Bless.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Bleeding Sink

An excerpt from Spooky Montana

retold by S.E. Schlosser

I found it extremely annoying that one of the bathrooms on my dorm was permanently closed. Especially since the cause was an urban legend. An urban legend, I tell you! According to the story, years and years ago some bloke got himself massively drunk at a bar in downtown Helena and had passed out in the bathroom on the fourth floor. Apparently, he hit his head on the sink as he fell, and his blood had spattered the sink as he slid senseless to the floor and silently hemorrhaged to death. His death was considered a “sad accident” by faculty, staff and townspeople. But that was no reason to shut up the bathroom for decades! I completely discounted the story of the bleeding sink. That was just an urban legend the students circulated to explain the locked door.
“I’m sick of sharing a bathroom with you disgusting lot,” I grumbled to my roommate. “I’m going to break into the fourth-floor bathroom.”

My roommate’s eyes widened. “Don’t you know that bathroom is haunted?” he exclaimed. “The bloodstains on the sink are as fresh today as they were when the accident happened back in the 1960s, and sometimes you can hear the boy moaning as his life ebbs away on the bathroom floor!”

“Romantic twaddle,” I snapped. “My granny lives in a haunted castle in Scotland with ghost stories that would make your hair stand on end. She’d laugh at me if she found out I ignored a perfectly good bathroom because of a few bloodstains. Besides, the maintenance staff told me the bathroom was shut up pending renovations. No big deal!”

“You’ll be sorry,” my roommate said darkly. I ignored him. He was just sore because I’d lumped him in with the disgusting lot of fellows who mucked up the bathroom on my floor. You’d think someone would teach them to pick up their dirty clothes and clean the sink once in awhile.

When the dorm quieted down for the night – which wasn’t until late – I hurried up to the fourth floor with a bit of wire I’d purchased at a local hardware store. My little brother and I had become expert lock-pickers over the years, since our mother had a bad habit of locking her keys into the house or the car at least once a week. With all that experience, the lock on the bathroom door gave me no problems.

Sunday, January 12, 2014

The Vanishing Hitchhiker

Possibly one of the oldest urban legends still being told the story tells of a motorist who picks up a female hitchhiker on a lonely stretch of road. He then drives her home only to find that she has disappeared from his backseat. After knocking on her door he is told the girl died in a car accident years ago in the very same spot that he picked her up.


Source: http://list25.com

Friday, January 10, 2014

Onlookers

I have always been a skeptic and a little cynical about ghost stories, regardless of how many experiences I've already had, I simply could not reconcile these experiences to who I am, but here goes.
I live in Davao City and used to work for a call center in Tibungco. For those who are familiar with the area, one must know that this is already very near the boundary of my city and certainly very far from where I live. Shift starts at 3:30am so I usually travel to work at 2:00am to avoid being late. While I was walking down the dark road, I saw an old man and an old woman, what was spectacular about the whole thing was that they were dressed in really old costumes. They definitely looked like they were right out of the pages of a history book.


A simple checkered scarf over a white cotton shirt for the old man and a simple white blouse over a long skirt for the old woman. They sat there in silence under a closed store and looked at me. I didn't expect anyone to be awake and wondered if they were travelers from the mountains. I, trying to be my polite self, greeted them "maayong gabii sa inyo" and stopped to face them. They did not reply and I sensed that they were mildly surprised that I greeted them. They continued looking as I stood there facing them and taking their outfits all in. My eyes traveled to the old woman's feet and realized that she had none. That old woman was floating! Maybe it was because I was getting used to these experiences or maybe because I sensed danger, I immediately said "ayaw mog uban, layo pa akong adtuan, basi mawala mo" which roughly translates to "don't follow me to where I am going, the place where I travel to is far and you might get lost. Then I walked away.

I saw what I saw and sometimes I fear that they will know that I know and I can see them. Unlike others who wish to "see" this is something that I do not want, but sometimes have to deal with. I am sharing this experience just so others believe that indeed, there are still those who stay as onlookers in our time and stay.

Ps: Others will think that I was still sleepy. I was not, after 2 years of having similar shifts, you get used to it. Also, I stared at these figures for a long time to make sure I saw what I saw.

Don't Look At The Mango Tree


Ever believe in a "Kapre"? #Not sure of the spelling# A Kapre is a large and hairy man who is often found sitting on huge trees while smoking a Tabacco cigar. When disturbed, they are said to bury you alive. I'm not sure if my description is accurate, but I do know they come in different sizes and are sometimes red-eyed. You know a Kapre is present because when one is around, you easily smell the strong odor of their cigars. Here are some encounters of Kapres in my grandmother's house at Paranaque City. It was usually my relatives or our helpers who have experienced seeing one.

My first encounter was when I was about 7 years old and we were all about to sleep. I know I wasn't dreaming since me, my grandmother, and the nanny along with my little sister all sleep in one room and we all heard it. It was late at night when we all heard something heavy walking fast on our roof! We all thought that maybe the mangoes from our tall mango tree were just falling and hitting the roof, but the sound sounded like heavy footsteps. Heavy like someone was jumping. We were all startled so my grandmother decided to take a peek from the window and saw a big man jump to our mango tree!

At night, my grandmother and everyone else in the house would not be roaming beyond 9pm. Our helpers know that very well. This is because when you go to our hallway, you'll notice it's a bit foggy and smelly due to the presence of a Kapre sitting in our living room smoking his cigars. We knew that he enetered the house sometimes because of our maids who do the laundry. One night, our maids decided to bring the newly ironed laundry at around 10pm. Definitely not a good idea because the laundry would be left near our living room so we can just go outside and get it ourselves the next day. As soon as they entered our hallway, there was the darkness, fogginess, and the foul smell.

While our maids were walking towards the rooms, they saw a large man sitting on one of our sofas. He was so huge that he fit the entire sofa. You can easily see his lit up cigar. Our maids then were so scared that they just decided to run back downstairs to their quarters. After that incident our maids learned the hard way to never bring up laundry at that time of the day.


Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Sigbin

The Sigbin or Sigben is a creature in Philippine mythology said to come out at night to suck the blood of victims from their shadows. It is said to walk backwards with its head lowered between its hind legs, and to have the ability to become invisible to other creatures, especially humans. It resembles a hornless goat, but has very large ears which it can clap like a pair of hands and a long, flexible tail that can be used as a whip. The Sigbin is said to emit a nauseating odor.
It is believed to issue forth from its lair during Holy Week, looking for children that it will kill for their hearts, which it fashions into amulets.

According to legend, there are families known as Sigbinan ("those who own Sigbin") whose members possess the power to command these creatures, and are said to keep the Sigbin in jars made of clay. The Aswang are said to keep them as pets, along with another mythical creature, a bird known as the Wak Wak.


There is speculation that the legend may be based on sightings of an actual animal species that is rarely seen; based on the description of the Sigbin in popular literature, the animal species might be related to the kangaroo. With the recent discovery in the island of Borneo of the cat-fox, a potential new species of carnivore described as having hind legs that are longer than its front legs, it has been postulated that reported sightings of Sigbin may actually be sightings of a member or relative of the cat-fox species.

The myth is popularly known in Visayas Islands and Mindanao.

Source: wikipedia.org

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Santelmo

Description: It is a fireball seen by dozens of Filipinos, especially those living in the Sierra Madre Mountains. It was scientifically explained as electric fields which have diverged from the lines. However, the sightings were reported since the Spanish era (16th-19th centuries). There were also sightings in the Alps and Himalayas.

Equivalent/Similar to: N/A

Other Names: Santo Elmo; Fire Ball

Category/Kind: Evil Spirit

Etymology: Santelmo - Saint Elmo


The Santelmo (St. Elmo's Fire) is a creature of Philippine mythology. The term santelmo is the shortened form of the Tagalog words "Apoy ni San Elmo "-"St. Elmo's Fire". St. Elmo's Fire has long served as an omen of heavenly intervention to sailors. The ancient Greeks termed a single jet of the fire, Helena, and a double jet, Castor and Pollux. It has also been known by the names St. Nicholas and St. Hermes, corpusante and Corpus Santos. The name of St. Elmo is attributed to an Italian derivation of Sant 'Ermo or St. Erasmus (circa 300), the patron saint of the early Mediterranean sailors challenging the powers of storm and sea in small sailing vessels.

Source: wikipedia.org