Tales of Twilight (Stories, Accounts & Encounters with the Paranormal)

[sweetfaith]

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@profiler:

Wow, so meaning dili na jud ka mahadlok maski unsa pa nang klase na ghost.
My third eye's not open, but sometimes I wish I can see them...
Have you seen duwendes?

[diem]

My entire family hails from Naga, Cebu. Father’s great grandfather moved his entire family from their farmlands in Cagayan de Oro to ply their trade in the soils of Cebu. The family split into two branches, one stayed in Mandaue while the other went South and grafted their lives in baranggay Tina-an of Naga, Cebu.

My mother and her family basically grew out of the sandy shores of Naga. She in her youth had heard and experienced a lot of strange and wonderful things. Though my brothers and me were born and bred in the cities of Cebu and Manila, every summer we would spend it in Naga and our first bedtime stories were the dark mysterious tales that seem to build this quiet sea town from the first stone up, dark mysteries that bind to the lives and blood of the people born on its land, even onto their children.

My youngest brother, C, was born under ominous signs. Mother had him in her womb in her 25th year. Twice, in separate encounters, she was approached by ancient women of gloomy skin, and even more gloomy clothing. Both crones uttered the same message, that the third son could be a blessing of life or a curse of death.

C’s birth was indeed a near-fatal one for our mother. She lost a great deal of blood, and the doctors were afraid that she couldn’t make it. This is another story to tell some other time but suffice to say,  Mother being a resilient soul survived but was greatly weakened.

My youngest brother was quite a fair-skinned babe at birth, fair in the sense that he appeared near-white to our beach-burnt relatives when they first saw him and his features were indeed foreign. But it was reasoned that the genetic heritage of our Japanese maternal forefather had made itself known in this generation through this son.

C was a mischievous child, more outgoing, more energetic compared to my other brother, E, and me. If left alone, he would play all day. Often he gets admonished by out mother and our nannies for not taking the regular siesta at noon, telling the old rural superstition of that time being the 13th hour when fairies, dwendes, and others of the Unseen are most active. But for C, it would mean nothing to him. He just wants to play all day.

During our summers in Naga, strange events occurred revolving around C. We stayed in our grandparents’ home which was part of a compound. My grand-aunt (my Lola’s sister) built her house in front of my grandparents’s so the entire place offered three spacious yards. One in the front of my grand-aunt’s house, one behind my grandparents’s house, and one in between both houses. All three yards bore kamias trees which were already tall and old when I first saw them as a child of 3. My mother told me that the trees were already like that when they first placed the first stone of the house.

C loved this summer home. As E and me were more preoccupied with our toys. He would go out with our cousins but often enough by himself alone, in the yards. I remember thinking once what does he do to have fun out there in the Sun and in the Shade? Mother would wonder too, once she saw that only E and me were in the house. She and a convenient companion, a young aunt or a nanny, would search out for C and once found, bring him home with scolding. C would flash a smile and quickly dart inside the house into one of the many rooms and hide. He would smile and hide.

The first strange event revolving around C happened one sunny hot afternoon when C was about 4 or 5. As always he was outside for playtime while E and me were playing with toys inside. Noon came and everyone was being called for lunch. One of the nannies returned without C, claiming that she couldn’t find him anywhere.

Mother barked a command sending all the nannies outside to locate my brother but she herself was very concerned. She followed close to the heels of the nannies to search the compound. They didn’t find him. My mother bore the scary thought of her youngest daring to breach the gate and into the outside, a thing she forbidden him to do but knowing his nature knew that he could do it. He would do it.

So she and the nannies went out about the small town of Naga.

After some time they left, I found my baby brother actually in bed, napping under several pillows. I told this to Grandmother who saw and said, we shouldn’t disturb him. She would explain to Mother when she returned with the others.

We were nearly done with Lunch when Mother and the yayas came back, flustered and sweaty. They seemed to have been running for some time, for some distance. Mother was definitely angry, she was shouting for my brother C. She was asking Grandmother where did the boy hide? Grandmother said he wasn’t hiding; he was sleeping the entire time.

Sleeping?! Mother barked and she related how the nannies and her were chasing my brother C all around town-! She first saw him at the mercado standing and smiling at her before dashing away. The nannies related the same thing. Then they all were led by the fair quick little boy into the compound, they assumed he went back inside the house to hide.

No! Grandmother insisted. The boy was here the entire time! She told Mother how I found him sleeping in bed in one of the rooms, just minutes after she and the yayas left!

She showed my mother the sleeping child. Grandmother worked a medical nurse at the time and she was quick to point out to Mother how the child was calmly breathing, warm with sleep, and not a drop of sweat on him! Unlike my mother whose arms and face were flecked with sweat and the dust that blows ubiquitously in the Naga air.

Mother and the nannies behind her were confused at the sight of C slumbering peacefully in bed, deep in dream. They heard and understood Grandmother’s words. These left them, dumb with silence.

C almost looked angelic, elfish with his small foreign features bearing the Nihonjin heritage and his smooth fair, almost near-white, skin. There was no other boy-child like C in Naga, and Mother saw his face! It was C! His face!

Mother asked, Who was It did We chase?

[Sanosuke]

@to all..

Mao ba... How bout for all those "psychic" sensitives, mag buhat kaha ta ug istoryan-group Psychic Detectives... We could put our talents into good use. Pero dili kaha kuyaw we could normally see demons and ghost every day...?

[tahbiapo]

hadlok lagi nang mga experiences ninyo ay, especially kanang gihikap. to me that's so much more scary than seeing things. ambot ma-unsa kaha ko paghikapon, mahimatay dyud seguro ko.

[clarkhkent]

ako wala pa ko kasuway anang mga ghost2x pero kanang mga "not like ours" dili ingon nato ba....kadghan na jud!

[tahbiapo]

this is very detailed thanks for sharing... yeah i believe this phenomenon is real. i think it happens only when the person is asleep... somehow i don't know how but a duplicate of that person appears somewhere else

[diem]

@tahbiapo, perhaps it may have been ASTRAL PROJECTION but the actual explanation according to the old local mananambal is it's something else in the Paranormal plane... there is more to it which I will continue later in a future post.

[ryan_boy22]

experience sad ko ani, nag puyo pami sa lahug elesa valley ubos sa beverly, ako og akong momy gi-ungo mi, nikalit lang og close ang door and dili na mo open, wala pa na bless ang house nag cgi gyud cla pakita namo...

[wayuk]

@to all..

Mao ba... How bout for all those "psychic" sensitives, mag buhat kaha ta ug istoryan-group Psychic Detectives... We could put our talents into good use. Pero dili kaha kuyaw we could normally see demons and ghost every day...?

waaah... mahadlok ko uy. my experience wasn't the first time. pirme nalang man ko "pukawon" by a man. i though sa una nga subconscious lang nako coz i study best during the wee hours of the morning nya naa mo-shake sa ako shoulders kay pamatahon ko. i think those isolated instances are enough.

[splendid moonlight]

^ scarryyyy.