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The Creepiest Story Ever

 

When I was still a child, I always use to feel that someone is always watching me out in the corner of my eyes. There were nights when I’m alone and mom and dad were not around, I was sleeping in my bed but I feel like someone was watching over my shoulders. When I turn around, no one was really there. I just shrug off the feeling of uneasiness that I always felt inside me. Until one day, when mom and dad went out to visit a ‘judge’, I was all alone in the house and I heard footsteps. Mom said that if I feel something was not right, I should go outside the house but at that time, I wasn’t afraid. I turn around to see a woman, a short-haired woman. She has the pale skin I’ve ever seen. Her eyes were jet black and I can see her veins were also completely black and scattered around her body evenly. She smiled at me. She has no tooth and all I could see was a dark mouth. A woman nearly as tall as my mom. I was looking at her and astonishingly wondering where she came from but what came inside my six-year-old brain was, “Why you have a hat?”

She didn’t speak but she slowly turned around and I followed her. She climbed the staircase gracefully like a true woman did. We went to a room I’ve never seen before. It was empty, dark, cold and with spider’s web all around. I can see them because it was still a broad daylight. She spoke, a soft childlike whisper, and she started to sing a lullaby, reaching from the lowest “do” then went to “la” and “re” then went back to “do” and “la” but instead of “re”, it landed to “so”. It repeated the first melody and just a pause before it added “mi” and “re” respectively. The melody continues for a minute before she stops. I know how the sound likes because I played piano many times. She then laughed in a very creepy voice. She turned around before I collapsed and a dark cloud embracing me then I heard her say her name.

The next thing I know was that I’m in the hospital and never had an idea why. My parents were all outside, talking to a doctor. He seems pretty calm while my mom was crying aloud. I don’t have any idea of what’s happening to me but I can’t move my body. Before I could utter a single word, I see her once again. The hat lady but it wasn’t her. The face was extremely disturbed. Big black hole in the eye, different from what I saw earlier. Her face elongated and I close my eyes as I heard her footsteps coming after me while singing the same melody over and over again. Then the door open. I know it was the end of my life but then I heard my mom’s voice.

“My baby? Are you okay? Please don’t die.”

My dad rushed near me and looked extremely wary. I know that I’m slowly losing all my vital energy.

“We saw you in the room Mrs. Gardner told us not to enter.” My dad said.

I pour out the only energy I left and said,

“Who’s Mrs. Gardner, papa?”

“The Old lady next to Mr. Pinter’s House? You forget about her? She’s the tenant of the house before we moved in? What are you doing there?”

“I saw a lady in hat”

My mom started crying, my dad never said anything. Then before I could say something, Mrs. Gardner come.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she then looked at me in horror.

“John, did you see her? Did you see Lolita?”

“Yes..”

Mrs. Gardner looked into my mom and dad’s face.

“Bring him to the exorcist. He doesn’t belong here.”

“Why would we? He was so weak? He needs to be here! And what are these stupid things you’re talking!”

Mrs. Gardner look into my father’s eyes and said,

“If you don’t bring him to the priest, she’ll bring him to the other world. He’ll die for no reasons! The same thing as my daughter! We thought that we already kick out the entity when we blessed the house before. Now it wants your son, Kevin. If you don’t act today, you might as well regret it as we did.”

My father shouted back as he didn’t understand whats going on.

Mrs. Gardner told him in an angry voice,”Your son open the portal to the other world when he went to that door. That place was used to summon devil by an occult back in early 1800’s to the late 1900’s. We bought that house from a private landowner who’s uncle killed his family when they were living there…Now..”

I didn’t hear what she said next as all I could hear was footsteps and lullabies.  All of these accounts was what my parents told me. They needed to ride at least three taxies as Mrs. Gardner explained so Lolita will get confused. The exorcism did well but I always lived in fear for almost a decade, I promised myself to never ever come back from that house again. Now, twenty years later, people whom I met and told about this story never believed me but I swear to God if Mrs. Gardner never came, I might be with Lolita as well, dead, hollow and be singing the creepy lullaby and possessing children around.

Until now I still have a question in my mind. How and why Lolita became like this? who is she? Why she always wear a hat? and what is the lullaby that she always makes?

Mrs. Gardner passed away for fifteen years so I never know why and what’s the story behind that house. I am hoping that the next people who will move out won’t experience the same as me as well as their family.

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67 True Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark

 

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It was all coming back again; the thoughts, the madness, the anxiety, and the stress I’ve been dealing with for these past years. It’s killing me softly. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I wanted to end all of these sufferings with just a click of a gun. I had never been trusted by anyone around me. I was working on my own. Pay the house rent and expenses for school. My family? They all disowned me. My dad never even appreciates all I achieved. All he could see was mistakes and mistakes alone. I worth just a trashcan to them and I don’t deserve this kind of treatment. I deserve to be respected and trusted. They bring me to this world and I never ask them to bring me and just treat me like this.

I had a break up too just ten days ago. This guy just broke up with me because he can’t take the pressure I’m giving into the relationship. Because I had too much problem but I guess it’s not the only reason. Moving on with too much problem is very hard but I am trying my best to do so. I am praying that writing this can help with my depression. I know I’m not the only one having these thoughts. All I could say is fight. We still had ourselves to lean on. People can never understand us. They never would.

 

The Dreamer

 

 

Once a dreamer, once a loser

Once a beggar on the street

Now with much power and money under his sleeve,

He forgets the humbleness in his self.

 

Now with everything he could buy,

He steps onto the back of poor people and let them die

He was blinded with money and material things.

He stole the only penny left for his expense.

 

He grew selfish and proud

Until one day he went bankrupt,

He roams outside the street begging for food and water,

Because of his rudeness, no one ever care.

 

Now dying, his one last wish as a beggar living in the street

That his body will be buried with a peanut seed underneath,

So when it will grow the people can eat

The fruit of his own greediness.

 

Once a dreamer, once a loser

Once a rich man, once a winner

Now an old man dying on the street

And a wish of a single peanut seed

To be planted on his grave.

“Wa, wa, wa, wa”

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There’s a story happen a long time ago. I was visiting my family in Florida and my parents were not at home. They all gone to attend the wedding party of my older cousin in Chicago so I decided to stay in the cabin next to our home since I couldn’t open the house. The cabin was old and seems been there for such a long time. I checked it out further and find some broken glasses and bricks all over it. Though it creeped me out a little bit, I didn’t have much choice so I decided to stay. I open up the door and a cracking rusty sound made its way through me. I rush inside only to find a perfectly fine empty living room, a small bed, and a cabinet. I didn’t have much time to think and since I was pretty tired from the trip. I immediately inflate my camping sofa bed and put in into the small bed. Soon after, I was snoring and fast asleep.

I had a weird dream though. A woman with a curly hair was standing just on the side of me. I can’t see her face because I can’t move my head either. She is coming closer and closer to my face. It freaks me out that when I decided to open my eyes, I could only see blur images of the cabin. I didn’t even understand how was that possible when I remember it was all dark. Then I felt my body froze and my skin tingles. I felt a cold air touching the left of my hand and it touches my neck until it landed my head. It lasts for about five minutes and it stops. I was beyond terrified when I suddenly heard a knocking sound coming from the outside.

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I was like in the midst of sleep paralysis. I tried to pray but words wouldn’t come out and I lost. I know I need to fight. If I don’t, I might meet my end and wouldn’t wake up tomorrow again.

I tried to move the tips of my finger many times until I succeeded. I blink many times to see a clear image of the cabin. It was still dark yet I couldn’t explain why I can see a silhouette standing outside the window and then I heard the knocking once more. I tried to convince myself it was just my imagination or it was just a bird but the knocking turns suddenly into banging.  I gathered up my courage to speak and the first ever word that came into my mouth was, “Who’s knocking?!”

The knocking stops and as soon as I said those words, I heard a screeching noise. I turn around and see. It wasn’t on the door nor the window and not even on the rooftop. The noise came from the cabinet. It was shaking and as soon as it burst open, two red eyes stared back at me dragging me with all the strength while murmuring a deep voiced “Wa wa wa wa” repeatedly. The next thing I knew was that I had bite marks all over my body and paramedics were around. They said that they found me lying motionless outside the cabin. I knew better than them. I knew there’s something wrong within the cabin and even if I did tell them, they won’t still believe me.

I couldn’t explain the phenomenon that happen to me twelve years ago. One thing for sure I would never forget is the sound she makes while pulling me. It was the  most disturbing out of all that incident. I tried to forget about that and even moved on with my life. I was already married with a loving husband and has an 36 month old daughter, Kelly. She never talks to anybody except me and even the doctors find her attitude rather weird and disturbing but my husband and I just shake it off.

One day, my husband was out and I was preparing food for us and for our daughter when I suddenly heard a knock on the door of the kitchen. When I open it up I see the back of my little daughter. The lights started to flick and her head turn 180 degrees as I heard her say,

” Wa wa wa wa”