AND I remember one time my husband and I were arguing about paranormal phenomena. In particular, ghosts that haunt the living. He was a little scared sleeping in my ancestors' house.
Let me give you some background on our sweet home. I live in a 39-year-old house in a housing estate. There are 5 houses in a row, each facing a different group of 5 houses. The place where our center was located was said to be haunted. This was the place Katipunero soldiers passed through to get to Balintawak. It was a forest where ambushes and battles took place. That's why many people lost their lives here. Even the maids in our house told us about their own experiences with ghosts haunting the house.
So my husband wasn't so keen on sleeping at home. His third eye was slightly, if not reluctantly, open. He used to experience and see spirits wherever he went and in the places where he lived.
We were already getting ready for bed. We lay in bed and watched TV. He said that since he started sleeping in the house a week ago, he has never experienced any sightings. He said he was lucky – maybe. I nagged him and told him that maybe the ghost in the house didn't like him enough to see him. He turned off the TV and snuggled deeper into the covers. The air conditioning was on. I also adjusted my pillow, snuggled and settled in, getting ready to go to bed. Then he turned to me – a little pale. He said, “Honey, there's something sitting next to me at the end of the bed.” I replied that it was only his imagination that got the better of him. He said he felt the bed sag on his side. I turned to him and just hugged him, assuring him that it was just one of the ghosts who said hello.
I'm used to having a ghost, or “dwende,” in my room. Each room in the house has its own creature that resides in it. Each of them is a unique paranormal being. I never really cared about them because they never hurt anyone in the house. They are felt, heard and sometimes seen by the people living in the house.
My husband just asked me to hold him. Hug him and comfort him that nothing will happen to him. So I guess we were already falling asleep because I remember I was already dreaming a little bit. Suddenly he shook me to wake me up. He said with wide eyes, “Honey, it's not near the end of the bed anymore. “He's touching my penis.” Then we both sat down. I told him the best way was to just say a prayer. I took holy water, which I keep in my room for emergencies – like this. I also sprayed the entire room on the bed. I hoped that the being – whoever or whatever it was – would be cooled by a stream of holy water.
We prayed, then lay down on the bed and pulled up the blanket. We fell asleep and the next thing I remember was waking up and seeing the sun shining through the curtains of my room. It was already morning.
