Let Him In

"It feeds on energy, particularly negative energy"

This happened a few years back when I was still in high school (2004). I don't have a mobile phone back then so I had the habit of "borrowing" my dad's phone for personal use. As expected, he would always get mad when the time comes he cannot use it because it's nowhere to be found. He's very particular with things getting lost at home because we usually misplace them somewhere else. At this point, he was already on edge with the missing phone.

That night, my parents were supposed to leave the house to go to some party. Unfortunately, he cannot leave without locating the whereabouts of his phone. He was very frustrated at the situation and so he confronted me while I was watching TV with my older sister at the living room. He asked where the phone was. And being the only person he suspects, it should have been with me. I denied the entire accusation of course. I even remembered my mom asking me where the phone was. All I can answer was "I don't have the phone with me".

"Slap"

I've been punched before but this time was different. I started crying because I didn't understand why this was happening. My dad started shouting and holding me by the arm demanding I return the phone to him. I couldn't answer. I was in shock. At that particular moment, I couldn't look him in the eye so I looked at the window instead.

"Papasukin mo ako..." (let me in...)

The noise was drowned-out by a weak voice calling out to me, asking for permission to come in. I could see a faint figure of a man standing outside.

"Papasukin mo ako!" (let me in!)

My sadness and confusion of the entire matter vanished. I was enveloped with so much fear that I turned pale. I was impaled into my position. I couldn't turn away. Gradually, I can sense him getting nearer, as if he was walking towards the window. Everything seemed to move sluggish. I felt my heart beat immensely. As he was literally outside our window, he slowly grabbed one of the railings. I couldn't catch my breath, I wanted to scream. I couldn't believe that this was happening.

"Slap"

I immediately woke up from the trance. This time it was my older sister who slapped me. She asked "Okay ka lang ba? Bigla ka na lang natulala at namumutla?" (Are you okay? You suddenly froze and turned white?) They were looking at me. Although I wanted to cry, I just kept still. Not knowing with what happened to me, my dad kept on insisting.

At that moment, I heard my younger sister rushing downstairs calling out "Nasa aking yung cellphone. Hiniram ko!" (I have the mobile phone with me, I borrowed it!) She gave the phone to my dad. There was a long awkward moment that followed. However, my parents left without even saying a word.

After the incident, we continued watching TV pretending nothing really happened. Along with my sisters, we talked about the outburst, but I preferred not talking about it. We ended the topic then and there. But I kept a grudge against my dad. I was really bitter and sour about the entire thing.

A few days had passed and I haven't talked to both of my parents nor have they initiated any conversation with me. I just don't want to talk to them, I was still harboring grudge especially to my dad.

It was a boring night so we decided to share ghost stories upstairs. It was my brother's turn to tell a scary story.

"Ito kelan lang ito nangyari" (this only happened recently) During the night of the confrontation with my dad, he was upstairs in his room listening to the cd player. All of a sudden, the CD started skipping a track so he decided to abandon the idea. He heard a man's voice outside our house calling out my name. He looked outside to see and instead, saw a shadow of a man, moving towards the window of the living room. According to him, the shadow disappeared as it reached the window, as if it entered the house somehow.

We all felt uneasy after hearing the story, the atmosphere dropped and it felt cold. My siblings were afraid because the entity might have been attracted with all the negative energy. I wanted to tell them about what I saw, but I couldn't. Because at that very moment, I saw him once again, only this time around, he had both of his hands holding on to the railings of the window.

To be continued...