My Father's Hometown 2: Trees At The Back

"I think that I shall never see, a poem lovely as a tree." But when the night has come to thee, the trees are not lovely. They are scary.

Now, I will tell you hauntings happened at the back of the house where many trees were there.

Banana Tree

This is the story of my sister and I about what we saw beside banana tree but in different incident.

This was during the time the 7:00pm habit occurred. After dinner, we were watching TV and siesta but one of us washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and the dining area. My sister (the 4th sibling) was the one who was washing the dishes that time.

We had a dog and her name was Princess. Our neighbor on the right side of the house had a light opened at night to light the backyard. The light partially reached to the back of our house so some part was dark.

When she was in the middle of washing the dishes she noticed that Princess was barking looking at the part where the banana trees were. We have a designed window wall that was level with your eyes when you were standing at the sink, so she looked also where the dog was barking. In the part where the banana trees were that were reached by the light, she saw a man standing and wearing his burial clothes (sometimes burial clothes in the Philippines was a barong tagalog and black slacks pants). She became pale, nervous and scared so she stopped what she was doing. She couldn't see the face because the head was covered by the shadow of the leaves. She went to the dining area and sat on the chair. When Princess stopped on barking, she tried to look again and the entity was gone. After she was done on her chores, she told us what she saw.

That also happened to me when I was the one who was washing the dishes. Same place where the man was standing and Princess was too noisy barking on the entity. But I tried to go outside to look very carefully.

When I was about near the star fruit tree, I became scared and had goosebumps because it was true. He was really a man wearing his burial clothes with no face. Then I heard a voice calling my name at my back. It was my elder sister (the 3rd sibling) and she asked what I was doing outside. I told her nothing. I was looking where Princess was barking because she was too noisy. And when my sister went inside, I looked again at the entity but it was gone.

Guava Tree

I planted a guava tree near the dirty kitchen of our neighbor on the left. That young tree grew with many branches because I always cut the new sprout when it was young to produce new and more branches.

The dirty kitchen of our neighbor if you enter at the back door consisted of a water pump on the left and the charcoal stove on the right (near at the back of our house). The wall where the charcoal stove was made of wood that alternately place so when you're cooking they would the back part of our house. Let's call my neighbor Tita.

One night, on the middle of her sleep, she woke up to pee. She used to pee near the water pump because their bathroom was located outside their backyard. The only light on that time was the light from the dining room and that light can reached her even in partial only. When she was doing it, she noticed a figure of a man that was black like a shadow and wearing a straw hat like a scarecrow. It was standing near the guava tree and facing our backyard. Then she tried to come near their charcoal stove to look closely. She tried to shout and said "Hoy!' to turn away the man but the man didn't moved a bit. Then she told to herself maybe it was the guava tree because of the leaves and the branches.

On the next incident, same thing that she did. But this time the wind was blowing so the leaves were dancing when she saw again the man, standing facing our backyard. She became creeped when the man moved like he will go but the shadow suddenly appeared like a bubble.

This happened, I think, 1999 and she told to my mom what was happened. My mother told me to cut the tree but I insisted. When they told me the story and I saw Tita seriously telling the story, I agreed. So her husband was the one who cut the tree because my father was not around.

See you on my next post. Thanks for reading.