Before I tell you my story, first let me clear things up. I am not paranormal sensitive in ANYWAY. I'm LOGICAL. Not a big fan of religion. In fact I consider myself to be a ghost "repellant" (if you want to know why e-mail me). I wouldn't know that I'm in a haunted place unless someone told me.
But I do have one, and I say ONE, weird experience. (I'm not a good storyteller so please bear with me)
It was back in 2002, I was 14 at the time, my grandmother just died. And here in the Philippines we held wakes in the house of the deceased. Relatives, friends and neighbors are welcome to visit to pay their respect (and some visit for free food).
It was probably close to midnight, I was in the room where the food we served our guests were stored (i.e. Peanuts, chips, candies, bread, drinks and stuff like that). I just sneaked in there for a snack. This room had no door, it only had a curtain that's stretched just below the knees. And it was the last room in the hallway, the entryway of this room is just beside the bathroom door.
As I was scurrying around boxes looking for food, I heard the distinct sound of heels hitting the floor. It was getting louder as it neared. I was waiting for it, and it came, I saw 2 legs wearing high-heeled leather shoes (ones like what private school students wear) walked pass the curtain and into the bathroom. I was curious but never left where I was standing and waited for "her" to come out and "she" never did. I didn't feel anything weird or scary, just out of place.
So I went after "her". To my surprise the lights were off and nobody was in, I even checked behind the door to be sure. I went outside to check the daughter of our house keeper to see if she's still wearing her school uniform, and she's not, and why would she? It's close to midnight and she comes home at 5 pm. And believe me when I say NO ONE was wearing anything beyond shirts, shorts and slippers. People here would think you're crazy if you wear anything formal to a provincial wake. And besides, the bathroom "she" entered was broken, nothing but a bucket to catch the drippings of a broken faucet was in there. Why would anyone enter there? And even if it was a guest why didn't it came out?
Another thing bothering me is why didn't I feel anything, it felt very normal. And I couldn't have imagined it because the curtain moved as the legs passed.
Your story's really scary from how you described it. How would someone be wearing leather shoes at a wake, right? But what caught my attention is this: Relatives, friends and neighbors are welcome to visit to pay their respect (and some visit for free food).
It's really true and funny... 😆
Thanks,
Kristina =)