Encounters at the Family Home

Welcome to true scary story. There's something strange at the house where Allison grew
up. In objects, the sensation of being watched. They were all part
of the family's experiences, but there was one entity, a child that you
kept seeing. But there was a reason, something that would explain everything about
the property. My name is Edmond and he is Alison. It's true scary
story. This all started in the Philippines when I was eight, my grandparents
who built the house during the war. After it was built, my parents
lived there. We were there until I was sixteen. The house was so
huge and old. We have two floors, two living rooms, one downstairs
and one upstairs, and we had a huge staircase. I would constantly get
creeped out by the staircase, even during the daytime. My mom would have
helpers. We call them angels back around from here in Canada, they're called
mates. None of them would least, they would complain that in the middle
of the night they would have noises in the kitchen. They would check up
on it, thinking someone was there. None of them lasted long and my
mom didn't know what to do. She tried blessing the house. Have a
priest come there every other month, blessing it nothing worth. My dad went
off the work off country. My mom would wear great yard ships. It
was just me and my six siblings. I would constantly encounter a child.
I think it was a boy. I didn't know back then. I was
certain it was a child. One time I was walking up the stairs.
It was a ten PM. When I was in the middle of the stairs,
I heard someone calling, not by my name, but it was It
was calling me like that. It was a child's voice. I fez up
in the middle of the stairs. I really hated sleeping in my room.
It was huge. I felt like someone was watching me, especially during nighttime.
Every time my mom tells me, oh, let's all sleep in the
living room. I was so happy about it. I went to my room.
I shared my room my two other sisters. The bunk bed where I
share with my sister was on the opposite side of the room. I sleep
on top and she sleeps on the bottom. My eldest sister's bed, Nina,
it was also on the other side. I got my sister's bed,
pulled it up. As soon as I turned around to face the door,
I saw a child caroled up on my second eldest sister's bed, the bottom
one. I froze there, daring at it. It was black. It
was girled up facing me, but I couldn't see the face. He was
looking his knees. I ran out crying to my mom as, saying,
there's a kid on Elissa's bed, Please do something about it. They all
went to my room. They didn't see anything. There was this other time
we were all sitting on the dinner table, Nina. She told me I
was about to sit on one of the chairs. She yelled at me,
say no, don't sit there. Someone sit and I was like, what,
there's no one sitting there. I nodged it off. I thought she
was just trying to scare me. I sat next to her. After a
couple of hours, I went back downstairs again. It was just me.
I was awake. I was going to grab a drink of water. I
accidentally bumped onto the table, making the cup fall. It was a glass
cup, and I picked it up. I put it back there, and
I thought it was so odd that the angels would leave the cup there.
I was like, whatever, grab my cup on upstairs. And as soon
as I was about to climb upstairs, I heard the glass fall. I
remember vividly. There were no windows open, there were no fans or acon.
I ran upstairs. My siblings were so used to hearing things fall or
someone calling us when it's just us. We knew it wasn't there was because
it would be the voice of my aunts and uncles when they were in America.
We thought it was just normal hearing these things because my neighbors would tell
me we experienced some of that things here on our house. So we were
like, yeah, it's fine. There's a saying in the Philippines. If
you acknowledge it, the stronger it would get, so we pretend it wasn't
there. My siblings and I, even when we're together playing, we would
hear someone calling us, not by our names, but goes, and we
would get creeped out. We would hear the voices of them calling us downstairs
when we're upstairs, or the room next to us, even though it's empty.
My third encounter with the kid, I was eating in the dinner table.
It was dinnertime. Next to the dinner table was a hallway, a
long hallway to the laundry room. We have this weird battery charger. It
would constantly blink red or green. I had a feeling of someone watching me
down that hallway in the longer room, the room was pitch black. All
you could see is the red light blinking. I quickly turned around. I
saw a kid peeking through the door. It was a Japanese boy. He
had a pale face and didn't have any eyes. It was just pure black,
no expression at all. I started crying. My sister shake me,
saying, okay, what's wrong. What's wrong. I pointed at the hallways,
seem like there's a kid there. My siblings were hesitant. One of
the angels went over there, opened the license and there's nothing there. And
for the rest of the niety left the lights open. Because I was crying
so hard, I know something was there. My other encounter, it was
at the dinner table. I was eating. When I looked down, I
saw a kid looking directly at me, holding onto my knees. When I
quickly looked back up, it was gone. At this point, I was
around twelve or fifteen. I just brushed it up. It's been happening in
my whole life. We've been seeing things that would just run across the room.
Only I encountered the child. Allison's story continues right after this stay with
us. The reason why I'm confident it was a child my aunt before she
flew to America. She had her friend come over and she didn't know she
was a medium, someone that can see, goes and contact the dead.
When she entered the house, she felt dread. She was overwhelmed with sadness.
She said, there are spirits here. One is a child, one
is a woman, and one is a man. She felt creeped out.
She didn't know what to do. That's why I know what I was seeing.
My sister Nina, she encountered the woman the day before my mom's birthday,
around October twenty seven. The night before, she was downstairs in back
home. We call it Terrys. It's just a huge backyard, it says,
stairs where people can get around. Think of it as a living room,
but it's more spacious. There was a glass door, a huge glass
door and wall connecting the main living room and as Terrys. It was around
ten pm. All my siblings were upstairs. We had another maid. Her
name was it was at Debecca. She was in charge of taking care of
my little brother Gabby, because he was still a kid. Back then my
sister Nina I was downstairs fixing all the party stuff. She was hanging up
balloons on the ceiling banners, and at the corner of her eye she saw
at Tobecca. It was odd because all she was wearing it was all dark.
She was wearing black clothes, and she noticed she had only three fingers.
She was staring directly at my sister. She looked just like at Tobecca.
She didn't bother with her. She went on shrugging it off. She
slammed herself onto the glass door, and my sister stopped. It wasn't strong
enough to make the glashing, but she would hear it. It was strong
enough that you could hear it. My sister looked at her and said,
what are you doing. There's a door right there if you want to walk
through it. She got annoyed, more than scared. When she went back
onto doing the decorations. Second time she slammed herself full body onto the glass.
She got more irritated. She said, what are you doing. There's
a door right there at the back if you want to walk through it.
She pointed at it, but the girl wasn't looking at anything else but my
sister direct eye contact. The third time was after a couple of minutes.
It was so hard that she said the glass shaped to the point it almost
broke. My sister got so mad she ran. She ran through the door
and it was gone. She was then creeped out and went did the maid's
room. It was on the first floor. They were all wearing pink and
bright colors, and they said, like, have you seen at Tobecca.
No, she is upstairs taking care of Gabby. She said, that's impossible
because she was just downstairs watching me do the decorations. They were also confused.
She went upstairs and at Topeca was upstairs in my mom's room. She
was wearing a light blue shirt pink pants. She got so scared she started
telling my siblings and Tobacco that I saw you just downstairs wearing black. You
had three fingers. She's like, what are you talking about. Another occasion
when my mom started believing us is when Gabby was four or five, he
saw the woman again. This time he was at Tobecca again by the staircase.
They were walking upstairs. Gaby told at Tobecca to stop and move because
there's a woman walking upstairs at Tobecca. Got so scared, picked up Gabby
and ran upstairs. Old my mom that your son is seeing things. That's
when my mom was like, yeah, no, we're done. We're done.
This was a week before my uncle visit us from America. They talked
about it. Peopuilt another house somewhere far from here. We went to Project
six and at the new house, it felt like a huge weight from my
back was gone. I didn't feel like being watched any more. I felt
like as if didn't need to worry so much or be scared around the house
before we left, the woman and really made herself know that she was there.
It wasn't my experience, but there was a picture of it. I
wished I had that picture. In the downstairs living room, we had a
huge mirror. You know when you go inside a ballet's dance room and there's
a huge mirror just like that. We had one of those. Next to
it is all pictures of my aunts and uncles when they were children. One
of the things that were standing out of it was a statue of a woman
sitting down and a man playing a harp. Becca was taking pictures of herself
on that mirror. She screamed so loud that my Nina and the other maid
ran downstairs, like what happened? What happened? She was crying hysterically,
saying, there was someone next to me. There was a woman. It
was a picture of an old Japanese woman. Next to her, all you
could see was her face. My sister and the other maid tried to take
pictures again, exact same posts and where. She was thinking that they were
just trying to pant them and no, it was next to her a woman
with a pale face with red lipstick. She had no eyes, it was
just dark. It was the traditional Japanese woman makeup. I know this is
because me and my younger brother Miguel were rough playing in the maid's room and
Becca was there. She said like, if you don't stop, this girl
will take you. She showed a picture of it. At first we were
confused and laughing, like, yeah, you're just scaring that. That's not
real, She told us, and go ask the other maid and your sister.
We went up to our sister and we asked, and she told us
the story. I still remember the picture of that woman. It was very
terrifying. I asked Beca if she would ever delete the pictures. She said
no. She believed that if you delete the picture, you would set the
spirit free. And what's stopping it from haunting here was that picture. So
after that we finished tracking up and left. Everyone left. My uncle put
it up to sale and there were new people that moved in into that house.
I just came back from visiting my aunts and uncles in the US.
I asked them, how's the house going. They told me the new owners
were complaining about it. They just moved out to it's just taking At this
point, no one wants to buy it. My grandpa was an architect.
He built over a dumping side of Japanese corpses. He told me after we
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