I never had much paranormal experience to speak of. Every time I experience something strange, it would always feel so surreal that I would have a hard time convincing myself that it was true, and most of the time it was so trivial that it’s not even worth mentioning. But this particular story holds a significance to me, and I really want to share this to help a certain someone finally find her peace. Her name was Liza.
I never knew her personally but I first heard of her back in 2006 when I, Yasmin, Archie, and other members of the messageboard I frequented decided to have a meet up in Megamall. I do not quite remember who brought up the topic of the haunted audio file but we all ended up listening to a girl singing Avril Lavigne’s songs.
It was supposed to have been recorded in a room in an unnamed hospital in Manila, and the girl was supposed to be alone in the room, apart from the sleeping patient inside. As we listened we all thought that it was boring, but then I felt goosebumps all over me. We heard a disembodied voice in the background, asking for help. It was saying, “Tulungan mo ako…..Tulungan mo ako….
Throughout all that, the girl who recorded the file just kept on singing, oblivious to the voice. It was really creepy. We all got scared. However, after we have discussed it, we soon forgot all about it. As for me, I tried listening to it again, but I was apprehensive in hearing that creepy disembodied voice.
That audio file was left stored, forgotten in my cellphone for months. It was until I heard talks of it again that my interest in it was renewed. I remembered reading in a thread in the boards that something freaky happened in another members meet up and that it concerned the haunted audio file.
By then, I had the copy in my cellphone’s memory card erased, though I had a backup stored in my PC’s hard drive. I had half a mind to try it out but I never got the courage to do so. When I did, it was one hell of an experience.
It was a warm and slow Monday afternoon. I admit I did it all out of boredom and morbid curiosity. I was thinking that it could not happen to me since I wasn’t in the meet up, and besides, what would happen to me since I wasn’t in the meet up, and besides, what would happen to me from just listening to an old recording? So I tried to play it. It would not play at all. Guess my player didn’t support amr files. So I looked up and downloaded a software and used it to open the file. When It finally played, there was nothing amiss about it. When I was about to close it that’s when I heard it: “Iniwan mo ako…. Iniwan mo ako….”
I just froze. When I finally snapped out of it. I quickly closed the application and thought about what happened. I posted a message on the boards and IMd Archie and Yasmin. My six-month-old daughter who was in the same room with me cried suddenly. So I picked her up to console her. That was when I knew we were no longer alone in the room.” She ” was there. I could feel her. I could almost see her.
She was standing at the doorway looking at me and my daughter sitting in front of my PC. She was a slight woman, pale with dark eyes. She seemed to be mouthing something, and she was coming for us. But then something stopped her from approaching. That was when I saw my familiars; Three cats with black and red patterns on their fur. Theybarred her way, keeping her quiet and at bay. It was then that I asked Archie what I should do.
He said to apologize to her and pray for her. And so did, I closed my eyes and apologized for disturbing her. I then asked another of my familiars, Alab, to take her to wherever it was that she needed to go. Alab took the woman’s hand but not before she placed her hand on my head. I felt goosebumps all over me and that was when I knew who she was. Her name was Liza and she was lost, looking for help. After she’d gone, I felt a sadness wash over me. It wasn’t mine at all; it was Liza’s.
She left part of her memory behind to me. It was all fuzzy and I could barely remember any of it. Yet it all felt so heavy inside and it was all I could to keep from being washed away from all that grief, so I cried. I deleted the audio file after that. I told Archie and Yasmin about what happened.
It all felt so unreal somehow that it could not have happened to me at all. But it did. And I was lucky that I had my familiars looking out for me and that nothing else happened; that nothing bad happened. Maybe after this she won’t be back again. Maybe after I deleted her file, she’d be at peace.
I talked to Yasmin about it and we thought that we should warm all the people that we know who had a copy of Liza’s plea to delete the recording so that she won’t haunt anymore, so that she’d find peace. And we only know so few who had a copy of that file. If you have a copy of this file, please don’t even try to listen to it. Please. I ask you to delete it right away. Let Liza find her peace.