By: Shandy Roque
After one spirit questing in Bulacan, we were invited to another house. It was the house of one of our host’s friends. The house was very dense with spirits and entities for some reason. When I was asked to read cards for someone in the living room, I felt suffocated and dizzy. I felt like I was in a place crowded with people who are moving around in different directions.
Later on, they asked me what I saw in the house. I told them that apart from the spirits hovering about, I distinctly recognized the specter of an old woman. While I was reading for the man of the house, I saw her from the corner of my eye. She was a thin, dark woman with short gray hair. The owner of the house knew I saw something because he noticed me pause as I was reading. As I was ending my card-reading, a child came into view. In my vision, he was wearing a sando and a pair of shorts. “Play with me?” he said. He looked so cute. He was a little cherubim with curly hair. When I have finished my readings, the group requested for a seance. They wanted to be able to experience it. They wanted to see a ghost. My friend lead the seance. After asking the people to hold hands and to close their eyes, he began calling on the spirits of the house. “Whoever wants to communicate with us,” he said,” please come into the circle….”
At once, the little boy appeared beside my feet. He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back. I’ve always loved children. And, even though, he was a ghost, I do not feel Threatened or afraid. “Who are you?” Fritz asked. “Boyet,” the little boy replied. “What happened here?”
“I don’t know,” he said, looking at me. For some reason, I had the feeling that he knew that I was the one voicing out his answers. “Where’s everyone?” Fritz continued his inquiry. “I don’t know.”
“Who’s taking care for you?”
“Yaya,” he replied pointing to the kitchen. The boy turned to me again. This time, what I saw startled me. The cherubim face was replaced with a charred head! My eyes flew open and I panted, trying to gain my composure.
“Fritz” I gasped. “There was a fire. His face was burned.”
“Do you see the white light, Boyet?” My friend asked.
The little boy nodded. “Mama? Papa?”
“Your parents are waiting for you…” While we were goading the little boy to cross over, the owner of the house suddenly blurted out, “There’s something heavy on my back!”
I looked towards his direction and saw the nanny.”She was trying to reach over him to get the little boy. “Fritz, it’s the yaya!” I exclaimed. “Maybe you can ask her to take him through the light.”
“Would you like to enter the circle?” my friend asked. The nanny entered the circle. As she passed by, I was shocked by what I saw/ She was also burned to death. I could see her charred skull. She picked up the little boy and walked through the light. At once, we felt the atmosphere lighten up a bit. We then broke the circle.”Do you have any idea when it happened?” Fritz asked me. “Based on what they’re wearing, I’d say it happened in the ’50s… The owner confirmed that the house was built in the ’50s but he did not know if a fire really occurred in the house. Also, during that night, they told me that other people have seen the little boy and the old woman before. The little boy was seen by one of the children who slept over in the house. And the Nanny was seen by one of the residents. He said that she looked like the maid who was currently working in the house. After daybreak, at around one in the afternoon, while I was hungrily devouring a plate of rice and Kare-kare, I saw the maid enter the house. My eyes widened and I almost chocked on what I was eating. I nervously tugged on my friend’s shirt and whispered, “She really looks like the yaya… “