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Home / Filipino Horror Stories / BLOOD ON THE WALL


By  Roberta Lamujer

“This  spacious hall will   be a good place to hold parties,” said Esther,  the real estate agent.  She was walking her clients through a two-storey house in a quiet neighborhood in  Quezon City. “Oh, I’d rather hear children laughing  boisterously in this house,” Stella, my  cousin,  commented and smiled at her husband.

She and Ali had been married only a few  months and were looking forward to having their first child.  “Well, if you’re planning to have kids,  this house is not  for you. But I think I can  show you a different house in another subdivision,” Esther offered.

“Nothing’s wrong with the house! It’s got a lot of wide spaces  and I think  I can make myself a reading area around here,” Stella replied as she approached the window seat.

Indeed, the house was perfect. It came with a sprawling lawn,  a mango tree  where Ali could put up a hammock, and big windows where she could see herself sitting  and reading on  a lazy weekend. It was just 10 minutes away from her office. When she had first seen the house, she thought she’d pay every peso to get it. I should know, I was  house-hunting with her the day she saw the house. It was a case of love at first sight for  her.

Noticing the agent’s reaction about raising kids in the house. Ali butted in,  “Oh no, she wasn’t serious about the children. We’ll take this just draw up the  contract,  send it to me in a week- it’s a deal.”

“Okay then, but I’m telling you,  if you two want to have babies, you better have them elsewhere. I have a few more houses to show you. The owner of this house specified  that she didn’t want any child-bearing female occupant,” Esther explained, shaking her head.

When prodded further, the agent paused for a moment then quietly said,  “something about the house being jinxed- that nobody can have babies here.”

“Just another  superstition.”Ali interjected. He and  Stella  were the progressive  sort. This would not stop  them buying  the house. Despite the agent’s cold response, the papers were ready as expected. In a few months, some  minor  renovations were made,  partitions broken down and  replaced, and  a library added.

Meanwhile,  Ali and Stella  were also working double time. During  the big  move,  Stella was already three month’s pregnant.

But the house didn’t have the same  good vibes it had then. This time  the place  had a glommy air about it  that was  difficult  to shake off. The first night and  in the succeding weeks,  Stella would wake up  hearing a baby’s faint cry.  Ali would assure her that it must be a neighbor’s child or a stray kitten.

Sometimes it would be  a cool gust of wind  that would appear out of nowhere, even when the windows were closed.  On top of Stella’s delicate pregnancy, accidents started happening. Once, she  slipped  on a bar of soap in a bathroom-and  she knew Ali was never careless sort who’d leave things lying around.

Then, while she was out for a walk, two labradors ganged up on her- but it must be the bag of cheeseburgers  she carried.  I often visit  them on  weekends and even I felt that something dark happened  in that house. It’s a  feeling that’s  hard  to shake off.

It was a relief  when she  reached her fifth month.  She was  past the  morning  sickness and the drowsiness, and perhaps all these strange happenings were just her  imagination working overtime. “Must be a hormonal thing,” She told me. For the first  time in months,  she was  feeling better.

To celebrate,  she and Ali decided to  have a fancy dinner.  It was almost midnight when they got home.  But the evening was strangely  chilly during that summer month.  When they walked into  the living room,  there was that faint’  baby’s cry again. Stella’s knees weakened. There it was again. Ali made her  lie down on the couch  and then  sneaked off to get a glass of water. He was  on his way  back from the kitchen when he  heard Stella scream.

“What is it?” he said, panicky. “Blood!” Stella cried, pointing at the cream wall. Blood  was trickling slowly down the pillar near the doorway. Then she passed out. At the hospital, when Stella regained  consciousness, she refused to go home.  “There’s something about that house! Remember what Esther said?  We can’t have a  baby there! It’s true!”She cried. Ali tried to calm her down, already used to his pregnant wife’s seesaw emotions,  but he later acceded to Stella’s insistence  to find their agent.  That same day, Ali had Esther drive to their residence and meet him at the  gate. He had left Stella in my care at the hospital.

Esther  introduced Ali to  Rosemary, the house’s ex-owner, who was in her forties. She brought with her a  bespectacled  man who was clutching a Bible. Ali told  them about  blood on the wall,  the infant’s cries, and the eerie atmosphere.  “It’s  about time you learn the history of this house,”Rosemary said,  her voice  cracking. “More than a decade ago,  I fell in love with someone who got  me pregnant. But  he could not marry me.  He was married and was about to join his  family in the states.”

“I didn’t know what to do. I had a good career going,  and this man and I had  no future together.  So I had to get rid of the baby. The midwife told me  she buried  it at the  backyard. I left the house and had it rented  out but each time an occupant would get pregnant, she would have a miscarriage or give birth to a stillborn.”

“It’s your child haunting the house!”Ali exclaimed.

“Yes, and it’s about time we both find peace,” Rosemary said quietly  as she led them up the walkway. At the living room,  the four of them formed a circle and held hands. Chris,  the bespectacled man with the Bible,  led a prayer. As he spoke, the wind blew harshly from outside. They could  hear a baby crying. “Father, please welcome this child  into your arms. Give this little  angel  the  peace he or she has long  sought for,” Chris said softly.

“Anak, please forgive me,” Rosemary said, sobbing as the baby’s   cries grew louder. “It was  my fault. My youth was no  excuse. You deserved  to live,  but I was selfish and crushed  your chances of experiencing life. “I have  suffered enough all these years, and I have tried to be a good mother to the children I have now,” she continued.

Let us have our peace. Let those who occupy this house live in peace too. Give other babies the chance to see dawn. Forgive me,  your mother, I love you and have always prayed for your soul.” Rosemary fell on her knees, tears streaming from her eyes. “Forgive us, Father, “Chris added, “we are only humans, but it is you that makes  us perfect. Envelop this child  in your guiding light.”

With that final prayer,  the wind stilled and the cries muted. Chris reached out to help Rosemary. “It’s over, ” he said.” God forgives you.  Your child has forgiven you.”

Ali looked up at the pillar. The Crimson streak was gone. It was like the walls  were newly painted. The worst  was over.

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