Shivers Baguio
AND I learned this story from my cousin. She visited Baguio last year. She told me that Baguio is not only notable and stunning, but also chilly. My cousin Angella visited a very luxurious hotel. I know the name of the hotel, but I won't say it because the hotel may lose its notoriety.
One day, when Angella visited the hotel, she felt something terrible, but she didn't tell anyone about it because maybe all the people there would think she was a weirdo. That night she slept in one of the most stunning rooms in the hotel. She heard a noise. She thought it was her roommate Clarisse. “Clarisse, could you stop making so much noise, I'm so sleepy,” a very sleepy Angella shouted. But Clarisse didn't answer. Suddenly she heard shots and people screaming. Angella thought they were just kids in the hallway. Angella was very tired of the noise she was screaming. Clarisse woke up. Finally, Clarisse told Angella that she was very afraid. She told her that she had a dream that so many people were killing each other.
Unable to bear the fear, they asked some of the workers about the story. They told them that this was actually where the Filipino-Japanese fight took place. It was bloody. Sometimes they saw a woman asking if they had seen her head. They told Clarisse and Angella everything. Because Angella and Clarisse were so scared that they checked out. They promised never to go to Baguio.
The lesson of this story is to always learn the history of a place.
Boogeyman
Tthis happened to me and my younger cousin a few years ago. I was taking care of my aunt and I had just put my cousin to sleep. I turned and started walking down the hall to the living room. I had just sat down when I heard my cousin scream. I got up and went into the room where she was sleeping. I saw her crying. I asked her why she was crying. She said something that I thought was scary. “There is no boogeyman,” I said, “just go to sleep.” I left and twenty minutes later it happened again. I entered the room and saw her crying. Then I heard a crash. From inside the closet. My aunt's closet door started rattling. It was a enormous dressing room with doors and everything. The doorknob began to turn back and forth until the door finally opened. I grabbed my cousin and we ran to my older cousin's room. I never told my aunt what happened. Even if I wanted to tell her, I don't know if I would. They have since moved and currently live in New Mexico.
Has this happened to anyone else caring for a child? I know that working as a babysitter is the perfect place for something completely terrifying to happen, and I wondered if this had happened to anyone else. On a side note, my little cousin is 8 now and I told her what happened and she thinks I'm trying to scare her. She doesn't remember it.
My 2 year vintage sees a ghost
MMy story begins a few years ago, 10 years and 10 months to be precise. I was pregnant with my second child, a son, when my Dad died after a terrible battle with cancer. He truly loved my daughter and was devastated to know that he probably wouldn't meet his great-grandson. In the last years of his life he lived with my mother. He died in what was once my brother's room in my mother's house.
Last July, my mother retired and moved, and my fiancée and I bought her house (which was my childhood home). We completely rebuilt the house. One day I was home alone and painting my brother's vintage room. This room would now belong to both my 10-year-old and my 2-year-old son. I was standing on a ladder trying to paint by stretching (not very intelligent) when I lost my balance and saw my feet come off the ladder. I closed my eyes and somehow I was put down and saved from falling! I had goosebumps, but I just said, “Thanks, Dad.”
Two nights ago my child told me there was a ghost in his Bubba's bed. From then on he became very clingy. He is usually fearless and does not mind the darkness. Last night my fiancée and I were watching TV and my son was sitting on the bed playing Game Boy. He said the ghost was there. We watched him, he wasn't aware that we were watching as he played, he stared at the bed next to him with wide eyes. He did this for about 20 minutes. He never cried, he just acted like he didn't want to lose sight of his “spirit”. My two older children weren't here at the time.
Does anyone have any advice etc?