Our Old House At Marikina City

Now, I'm going to tell you my ghostly and other experiences at our old house in Marikina City, Philippines.

From my previous post about "The Three Black Men on the Roof", that was our own house for almost 2 decades but my father sold it way back 1997, and the 10 years of my life happened on that house. (I miss that house).

I will describe to you the structure of the house. That house was a semi-bungalow with no upper floor. The lot was a perfect square shape and the front was facing west. Divide the land in half, the left side was made of two rooms as an apartment for rent and the right side was ours. The door of first apartment was facing west and there's a window on the front. The second room which was located at the back part of the house was smaller than the first room. The door was facing south, so there was a way from front yard of the first apartment to the second which was also the boundary of our neighbor.

Next on the second apartment was a vacant lot with a small tree (I forgot what kind of tree is that). On that vacant lot you will see the Kamias tree and our neighbor I mentioned on my first story.

Our house was divided into 2 rooms which was equally the same size of the combined first and second apartment. We have a balcony on the front which was also our receiving area if we have visitors (at that time, I love planting and my mother allowed me to put my plants on that balcony). The door was facing west and if you enter the first room was consist of living room on the left and bedroom on the right. The divider of the living room and bedroom was a big silk curtain. There was an altar on opposite of the door so if you enter the house, even if you're still outside, the first thing that you would see is our altar. Beside the altar on the left was the door for the second room which were the dining room, the kitchen and another bed for our visitor were located. On the opposite corner was a window where you will see the backyard, the Kamias tree, the vacant lot and our neighbor; and another door for the bathroom. The bathroom, at that time, was also the bathroom for our tenants. There was also a door on the bathroom that connected to the backyard for our tenants.

When I was growing, I heard many ghostly stories on our street. Mostly of that stories happen on our house, our neighbor on the left side, the neighbor at the back and our neighbor at the opposite of the street which had the most number of trees on their yard.

One story was when one of neighbor walk at night to buy something to eat. He passed on our house but when he returned, he notice an old man standing inside the first apartment on the window wearing a barong tagalog (a formal wear here in the Philippines usually wear by a man on a wedding or in burial). On that time, our tenant on the first apartment had a grandfather who passed away before that sightings happened.

Another story was a white lady was seen in the tree that I forgot the name of, near the second apartment. The tenants on the second apartment usually have light outside their door. But one night it suddenly blinked and turned off. Then they tried to fix it, but when they went outside, they saw a white silhouette of a lady floating beside the tree. When morning comes, they told what happen to my parents and they decided to cut down the tree. I don't know why.

In the middle of the night, I once heard someone reading or turning the page of a book. Our altar of that time has a St. Niño, a Virgin Mary, Joseph and a child Jesus, then a Bible on the side. Our bedroom and the living room are separated by a silk curtain and the double deck bed position side-by-side.

I was in grade school on that time. I was lying on the lower part while my brother on top. We were sleeping lights off that time then suddenly I woke up hearing a turning page. I tried to figure out who it is and to see where the sound coming from. When the book turned the page again, I heard that the sound came from the altar where the Bible was. I freaked out and move without noise. I get my blanket and covered my whole body. Even that I'm aware of what's happening, the sound continued on turning pages until I got to sleep again. I never told to my family this story.

When that house already sold, we moved to another house near the river. The two apartments have tenants on that time and they were left in the house. The tenant on the second apartment told us a story when she's going to take a bath. It was day time, when she's near the door outside, the window on the kitchen suddenly opened but no one inside. She got some courage to look inside and she finds out a rattle snake that can eat a big chicken is sleeping in our kitchen. She's freaked out and returns to their room to call her daughter to accompany her in the bathroom.

Well, this is too long to read so I need to cut my story. My next story will be my exposure on paranormal activity that my parents did. When we were living on that old house my parents were faith healers on that time.

See you and thanks for reading.