This was a story taken from my grandmother's sister-in-law from when we lived in the Philippines. This is also based on a true story and just in case you hear something outside, grab a bottle of water, snack of your choice, sit back, relax, and don't look behind you.
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Don't Look Behind You- Story Two:
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The German's House
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We used to live in a subdivision called, "Southridge" in the Philippines. My uncle's boss let us live in his vacation home and, since the grown-ups thought we'd have to move out sooner or later since out house was borrowed, they decided to buy a house just a few blocks away from our current one. It was owned by an old German who had to move back to wherever he lived. From what I remember, he was a veteran. The house was old and rickety and the wood was almost rotten and what's more is that parts of the house were built by the German using old pieces of scraps. I was always scared when I was there. The only times I felt safe were days when the sun shone brightly and when the house was crowded.
It was a really weird house with a vibe in it. It was a two-story house and the staircase was outside at the back of the house. If you wanted to go up, you'd have to exit through the side of the house (which is like a small veranda), walk to the back where it's dark and climb up the rusty, metal stairs. Or, you could take the hard way. On the other side of the house was an empty lot claimed by nature and a Guava tree grew there just directly at the side of the house, beside the veranda and the bathroom window. You could climb into the house.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlZdoFzINEV
We lived with our grandparents, our two uncles (who rarely come home), and our two very single aunts and our other aunt with her husband and son. Since our family lived in Tagaytay, our relatives would often stay there for vacation since there were many things to do there. My second cousins and aunts (who were 2-3 years older than me) stayed there one time with their family for vacation.
Our subdivision had a community pool which was a 10-20 minute walk from our house and, after an agreement, we all left to go and have fun at the pool. But my aunt's mom, Lola (lola means grandma in Tagalog) Ellen, stayed behind. I was never close with her, in fact, she scared me. She wasn't converted into our religion which made me all the more uncomfortable around her. And she believed in all sorts of things.
Well, after trying to coax her into coming with us, we just left. We went to the pool, had fun, got sunburned, almost drowned, and then my aunt, Jela, got a call...
"Jela! Umuwi kayo, ngayon na! (translates to: Jela! Come back, right now!)" we heard her hysterical shouting over the phone. Tita (tita means aunt in Tagalog) Jela laughed and we all laughed and brushed it off. I laughed along with them even though I have no idea what's happening. We still went home anyway.
We found her outside the house.
After a few hours, we settled back inside the house and someone (I can't remember who I got it from, I was, like, 7-9 years old) told me the story.
Lola Ellen was just sitting on a chair on the veranda on the second floor outside. She said she didn't want to go inside because she felt something strange there. I had an aunt who was very well-versed musically so we kept a piano in our house on the first floor. Lola Ellen was reading a book when she heard the faint sound of a piano playing. It didn't sound like it came from downstairs, it sounded like it was on the second floor. She brushed it off but the playing continued, a little more clear this time.
"Hoy!" she shouted, "Sino andyan??" (translates to, "Hey! Who's there??")
No one answered. Immediately, she called my Tita Jela and confirmed no one was home. She got up. She didn't want to go inside the house because, in order to actually get out of the house, you'd have to get inside the second floor, get down to the first and then exit. But she wasn't having any of it. She ran and shuffled down the guava tree, running outside the house.
We all laughed, of course, the image of an old woman scrambling down a tree, shouting hysterically was too much.
Well, I have more stories from there but those, I won't tell. We still stayed there for 1 or 2 years until my sister and I had to leave for UAE to be with our mom. Who knows what the hell happened there. The old German man wasn't even dead yet! Who or what could have been haunting that old house? Since my family moved out long ago, there's no way of finding out.233Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHbkExq13uW
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