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...
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