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By: Gabriel Fernandez
The old house was one of the original homes in Quezon City. My older sister bought it. Her little four-year-old daughter, her two-month-old son, and I moved in with her. The house was large. I didn’t have a chance to see it before it was purchased by my sister. I had an eerie feeling about the house from that very first day, as if someone was watching my every more. This feeling was especially strong in the upper level of the house. Over the years, we found this home to be haunted by a multitude of spirits. As far as we could tell, there was a little boy, his father, and about five other entities. They were all considered by us to be friendly, playful, and not a threat to any of us. One ghost, however, was malevolent.
The trouble began when my sister and I went to bed one night and were talking for a while before deciding to go to sleep. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them, letting out a gasp at the unexpected sight of a man standing over me. He took the form of a darkened shape and held out what appeared to be something like a black chiffon scarf through which I could see him. He was about to put the scarf over my face. I could not breathe. And then he disappeared. Alarmed by my cries, my sister asked me what happened, but something would not let me tell her until the morning. After seeing many entities in the form of dark shadows floating throughout the rooms of our home, we decided to put my sister’s husband’s Bible atop my grand piano lid. We noticed that for the three weeks that the Bible rested there. no strange occurrences took place. It seemed to keep the entities away.
Thinking the problem had been solved, I removed the Bible. When I came downstairs the next morning, I found a short nail driven into the wooden lid of our beautiful piano. The nail was forcefully driven by something all the way down to the head. I was heartsick as this piano was my pride and joy, given to me by sister. The nail was in the exact spot where the Bible had been laid. I carefully removed the nail, and over the years have tried to fill in the hole with waxes and polish to mend the surface. And again strange things began to happen. One day as I began to polish the piano, I held the wax can in my left hand as I polished with my sight. Something grabbed the can out of my hand and dropped it hard atop the piano, making a scratch and a dent on the surface. Another time, while polishing the same area, I removed a large atop the piano, making a scratch and a dent on the surface. Another time, while polishing the same area, I removed a large statue of a snow leopard, which I kept there as a piano decoration. Holding it in my left arm while doing my chore, again something ripped the figurine from my grasp and dropped it in the center of the piano lid, leaving another large dent on the wood. A friend of mine, who is a meticulous housekeeper and appreciates fine furniture, came over to visit on two particular occasions. Instead of going right into the kitchen where we would have our coffee, she stopped in the dining area and leaned on the piano with her car keys in her hand. As she would take and use her hands during her conversation, she unconsciously came down hard onto the piano surface with her keys. This happened on two separate occasions, leaving scratches and nicks on the piano. She never even realized she was doing it. Once the spirit finished taking out its revenge on the piano, it seemed to turn its attention to the Bible itself. One day, the Bible just vanished . My sister’s hobby was reading about the different religious of the world, and she always kept this Bible atop the kitchen table. Not it was gone. We could not find the Bible for several months, and were about to give up looking for it. Then one day some friends came over to borrow some old vinyl records that they had planned to record into audio tapes. While they sat in the front hall going through the records in the large bookcase, we all heard a thump. I asked what the noise was, and our friends said something had fallen behind the records. When it was retrieved, we found it was the long-lost Bible.
Now, this bookcase held three shelves of records, and each shelf was just high enough in which to stand the records, allowing no space above to set a thick Bible-and therefore no way for it to fall behind the records. Also, the records were pushed back as far as they could go to the back of the shelf. Yet the Bible appeared to have fallen off of the top of the records and wedged itself behind them. Simply impossible. Yet there it was. Whatever or whoever this entity was, it must have been angry at me from the start. I felt that it was angry because I tried to exorcise it from the house by setting the Bible atop the piano in the first place. Knowing how much I loved that piano, it made sure to damage it as much as possible. And when it stole my sister’s beloved Bible and hid it, it occurred to us that it was angry at both of us. Many nights, there would be loud bangs on the ceiling- strong enough to shake the house, and always in the rhythm of three bangs. Sometimes only I would heat it; my sister would be right there and never hear a thing. Sometimes she would hear it and I would not. With the children upstairs sleep, many nights we would hear the bangs downstairs. We would run up to check on the children, then check every took of the house. Always, the children would still be asleep and we would find nothing that might have caused the noise. Then things began to spin out of control. A man’s voice began to plague my sister’s daughter, who was then 10 years of age. She was in her bedroom when she heard this voice, seeming to come from between the bed and the wall. The voice said. “Psst, psst. Hey, come here!”He said’ this twice. The girl ran downstairs with ashen face and told me all about it. It was then that she confessed to another phenomenon taking place in her room. My niece’s collection of horse statues stood in a large corner cabinet behind glass doors. She told me that one day the whole cabinet began to shake from some unseen force. As soon as her stepfather came to her door to tell her that lunch was ready, it stopped shaking. And the moment he went down the stairs, it again began to shake. Although we lived in that house for 10 years and endured the many entities within, the malevolent one was becoming less tolerable, especially when it began to frighten my niece. We decided to sell the house and find another place to live. For the first time in 10 years, we finally had peace of mind.