I've been a silent reader here for a while and now I want to share my story as well.
During my childhood days we've been a caretaker of this huge house in Imus, Cavite for almost 5 years.
The owner is a relative who wedded a British and so they live in U.A.E and just visits during summer.
The house has a guest room in the first floor and comfort room, kitchen adjacent to living room. On the second floor there's 3 rooms, one for their 2 daughters and the other for the son and the third's the master bedroom. The second floor has also a comfort room bigger than one on the 1st floor. We have a maid's quarter in the backyard and wash room also in the back. I have a younger sister that time who's just 4 years old probably. Then my mom and dad.
It was this one afternoon me, dad and my younger sister's on the couch.Dad's watching t.v,sister's playing and me doing some stuff.Mom's in the ground floor comfort room doing her business. My sister's not the kind of kid who plays with other kids in the neighborhood since my dad's strict and he prefers my friends to hang out at our house instead of going out. In short, my sister doesn't have a playmate in the neighborhood who can influence her ghosts or such things. We're doing our own business when she suddenly grabs one of the pillows on couch to cover herself. I thought she was playing. After a minute, she still doesn't put it down so dad noticed and said,"Tell your sister not to do that, she might not breathe well".
I tried to pull it off but she suddenly said,"Don't Ate!I'm scared!".When I asked why she pointed in the kitchen and said she saw a woman in black come from the kitchen. I told dad and said it's not funny. But my sister insisted she did see it. By the way, we NEVER watch horror movies in front of my sister because she's a child and don't want to scare her. So we are a bit scared, how did she even know how a black lady looks like. We asked her to describe what she saw and said a girl with really long hair in a black dress came out in the kitchen and headed straight in the guest room. I called mom maybe it's her though my mom doesn't even have dress to begin with, but she's still in the comfort room. My dad thinking someone got inside asked us to stay in the living room to check the guest room and other rooms. But no one's there. He just stayed in the guest room to offer a prayer and tell the spirit not to scare my sister and he even said it gave him the chills while praying.
Later on we've been told by another relative that the owner of the house before died due to cancer... In the guest room.
There's a whole lot stories I can share about this house but maybe next time...
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