An Engkanto in My Home

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Mookie had an experience encountering her parent's doubles and also shares her experience with an engkanto. 

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2022-01-13 12 min Transcript

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The following stories contained strange dreams, little creatures, and the even doppelgamers.
My name is Edwin, and here is Mooky's true scary story. I was
between ages of eight to ten, so I was sleeping, and then out
of nowhere, I'd wake up, crying, yelling, and asking to be
helped. I think I was so scared that I couldn't say what it was
that woke me. But my dream was that I was looking over a big
pool of water, and it looks peaceful, just plain water, and then
over time it would like former materialize into a humanoid figure. This is really
where it's it's a shape of a young kid, and then at that point
that will be the time I would wake up freaking out, crying and asking
for my parents. So every time it happened, I would tire myself out
and then I'd fall asleep, and then I wake up again. So it
happened so many times that night got so bad, to the point that the
neighbors got curious or like scared because it happened too much that night. So
I don't know who I advised or suggested that, but we ended up going
to a witch doctor's place down the street this place where I went to those
typical movies, a feature like Houses of Witches, dark scary, just old
Ricketty house, no light, sores, but just candles. And the different
set that time was there were like a lot of people there asking for help,
so I was one of them, and at at a young age,
you don't know what's happening. So the weird part was I was actually comfortable.
I wasn't freaking out. I just was watching what was happening. Anyway,
what I remember happened was she asked me to sit this old lady and
then she started rubbing oil all over my body. And then after that she
took like a white candle and rubbed it against my body too. Afterwards,
she lit the candle and then she let it melt over like a big bucket
of water. So as expected, it would form like droplets, like nothing
special. But over time it started looking like a humanoid figure. It looked
perfect. It just is like something paused out of nowhere. It places like
a different wax figure there because it looked like those typical things that you see
on restrooms. Yeah, the boy's restroom, like the typical sign there,
and that was what it looked like, and it was the same shape that
I was seeing in my dream, which was really weird. She said when
she took it was I angered an incanto. And I think you're familiar with
in Kantos what they said, at least here in the folkines, where we
could be like a lost soul, or like a soul that inhabit. It's
so part of any old locations. It could be an ancessor elves or whatever.
But yeah, that's what she says, I angered any contactcause the thing
here is the night and the day before that, the night that I experienced
that I was staying at my grandma's place for a sleepover. In the morning,
after I was showering in their bathroom, I was making a mess of
the place, and apparently that's where I disturbed the encoando. So what she
decided to do with the witch doctor was she took or ripped a piece of
page from a bible. She soaked it in oil, saying thing that she
was rubbing on me, and then she crushed like the melted wax that formed
the cumuot figure, and she placed it in there and then like folded neatly,
and then she placed it on my back. And she was like,
keep this, don't lose it for tonight when you go home, or and
you get back to bed, place it under your pillow, sleep on it.
And then but the next day, throw away the crash, wax down
the drain, and then you can keep the paper as long as you can.
And I slept like a baby that night, like nothing happened. Yeah,
that was like the start of a lot of things. At home.
My grandma has like a lot of small attached statues of gnomes, and that
person said that it's our place is like crawling with them, so maybe it
could be that, but I'm not really sure. My grandma like had this
big garden. But the difference with hers is she has like a lot of
trees in front of the house, and as kids you could play around,
step all over the place, or dig stuff like that, or even just
pull some leaves just for the fun of it. We would be and that's
nicely if you can step over there, because someone might be living there and
you're not you're not aware of it, might step step on them. So
we would like, I'm sorry, can't we just call this go by here?
We're not we don't mean any arms. Stuff like that and say sorry
afterwards. My grandma had led this obsession with small statues of gnomes like small
people, and she would say, we have friends in the house, outside
garden, everywhere, basically the entire lock itself, and apparently it's both nice
and that only if you do something off to them. But that would that's
what's one thing that she would practice. She would have those marbles or crystals
and she said that's what they would meet on. I'm not sure, but
yeah, that's what she told us, that the gnomes were helping us have
it, like a good life and whatever. But yeah, Che's whole was
the gnomes were basically a part of the house itself, and it lived among
us, it watched over us, and then it was hiding like the gold
So it's two bedroom apartment and the bedrooms itself were adjacent to each other,
and both of those doors are facing both the living room, kitchen, and
diaring room, which is basically I'm saying that the house is really small,
and I would we were saying in my mom's room, and then I woke
up possibly six pm or later than that, and I woke up to the
sound of my mom and my dad talking. So When I saw her,
she was facing the door, which I believe she was talking to my dad,
which was who was in the kitchen, so my dad was asking for
change. She was going to buy some cigarettes, and I can see her
hair was braided. She had full up pants and like like a white shirt,
just a plain shirt. But I couldn't see her face because she was
facing away from me. So I was still a bit sleepy, was trying
to wake myself up, and then I just heard my dad walk out of
the door. I didn't see her, I see him at all, but
I heard him walking out and I could hear the car in the background.
We were located in the second floor anyway, When I was fully away,
that's when I stood up and I started calling out to my mom. Again,
the place is really small, so I can get to her just a
few steps away. So the moment I stood up and started walking, after
she started walking out of the room, I had to whisper because my baby
brother was still asleep, so I just I was like mom, And then
I remember the room was like adjacent. My room was adjacent to hers,
so she had to just take a left her and get to my room.
But again I was just a few steps behind her, so it wouldn't be
that difficult to ketch up to her. So when we stepped out in the
room, I assumed that she took a left turn into my room because she
was just not in front of man anymore. So I was like, okay,
she's walking fast. Let me just follow her. And then when it
got to my room, the door was closed, so like, okay,
that was really fast. They just sinklely opened the door. And then when
I opened the door, the lights were out, like why would she come
in my room and then close the door and then gave the lights on.
I was like, okay, weird, And then I turned on lights.
Then she wasn't there, but I know that I was following her, like
I could see her, and all of a sudden, I was like,
I was freaking. I was like, okay, let me check downstairs.
My dad might be there. I couldn't leave the house, so I just
peeped down the stairs. I couldn't hear the car engine anymore. And then
usually my dad, if he would smoke, would stay in front of the
door to smoke, so I was like, he's not here. And then
when I started looking for them, my phone just rang immediately. It was
I can't remember, it was two thousand at that time, so I had
like Nikiyah thirty two ten. So it's really loud a children to it,
and you'll answer it right away because I didn't want to wake my brother up.
I was like, answered it. And then it was my mom.
I was like, why is she calling me? She was just here,
and then she said, we're gonna be right. There's a couple more customers
that called in for the groceries they wanted to do, and we'll be home,
we'll have takeout. And I was so confused. It's like, you
were here. I followed, you were in front of me. You were
talking to dad. I heard him, I heard the car, and I
was like, you were here. I was actually calm, just confused.
One weird thing about me is if something supernatural was actually happening we were residing
in that place, I'm very calm. I feel a piece in the house.
But if the house is new to me and there's nothing living there,
I would freak myself out. But anyway, I was calm at that time.
I was like, Okay, we'll just wait for you. And then
during that dinner, she was asking me about information about what I saw and
stuff like that, Yeah, I saw you. You were wearing your floor
pants and I'm not telling a lie. And then she just referred to my
dad. She's I think she's seeing stuff too, So I was like,
Okay, I'm not the only one to see stuff. She told me that
she feels things sometimes people calling it to her, but she doesn't see stuff
the way I do. I don't think she has. I'm like what we
call the third eye, that's what we call it here in Blokines, like
actively seeing it. I don't have it now, but when I was in
high school I had it. But yeah, that was one of the creepiest
stuff. But I have a lot to share. Actually, Mookie will share
her other eerie experiences in an upcoming episode. To share your own experience,
visit True scarstory dot com to get in touch. To listen to other creepy
shows, be sure to check out a Dark Memory and Scary Story podcast.
Until next time, thank you very much for listening.

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