File 8: Bad Girls and the Bathroom Ghost

I was a student at the Central Philippine University in 1985. I had two best friends, Marie and Jacky. We were considered “the bad, but cool, girls.”

It wasn’t easy to join our group, nor were we looking for additional members. We enjoyed ourselves being “bad” girls – well not the kind that you probably would have in mind. We were still conservative in our unique ways.

Anyway, we always frequent the girl’s restroom for a make over, smoke and the usual gossip. One day, on one of our routine smoking sessions, a girl we never saw before came in and started fixing her hair. She totally ignored us – that was disrespectful! We were furious at her audacity, for no one - and I mean no one - would dare come in the girls' room when we were in there.

We stared at her hard but she, apparently, wasn’t intimidated at all. So Jackie, being the most assertive of us, nudged her and went with her face close to her cheek. The room became so silent, you could literally hear a pin drop. It was a tense moment and we were all at the edge of our breaths. Then suddenly, the stranger turned her head sharply toward Jackie! Jackie screamed, and that led to a chain reaction of screams from Marie and me as well. Jackie jolted backwards and nearly tripped over my foot.

We stood there in horror! Was she going to hurt us? Were we doomed for all the things we had done against many girls like her? These questions went through our minds equally. We stood there staring at her face which was blue, and her eyes were bloodshot and popped halfway out of the sockets!

It is the most horrendous, most scary thing I have ever seen in my life! I've been scared by sights in the movies but nothing beats this!

After that incident, we stopped using the girls' room as often, and vowed not to bully anyone anymore.

Apparently, others have also seen the “ghost-girl” but only as a reflection in the mirror.

Check it out here:
http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-8-Bad-Girls-and-the-215730

File 7: Ghost In White

It was shortly after midnight, just after a movie, my girlfriend and I took a stroll to enjoy the cool morning. The morning had an ambiance of romance, and we didn’t feel like parting company just yet.

After some walking, we thought it would be nice to go for ice-cream so we hailed a tricycle taxi and hopped in. We asked the driver to take us to St Bernadette Street. To our surprise, he refused. When we asked him why, he told us he had an encounter with a ghost once when driving through St Bernadette Street.

We were so intrigued that we took a joy ride instead. We listened attentively while he told us this story:

“With a best friend, Sunny, I would take rides along St Bernadette Street to pick up passengers. Sunny was a fun guy to be with. He would tell me many jokes and make our work fun. One night, I'll remember this for the rest of my life...” The driver said with a tear trickling down from his left eye.

My girlfriend and I looked at each other and felt guilt building up but said nothing. Maybe it will do him good to talk, we thought. But actually, we both were yearning to hear more, and waited for him to continue.

Wiping the tear away, he asked, “You sure you want to hear my sad story, I don’t want to bore you with it?”

We nodded enthusiastically. “Of course we do." I said. "Unless it bothers you to talk about it, then we’d….”

Before I could continue, he interrupted. “No, it’s no bother. Actually, I appreciate your interest. Ok, so where was I? Oh yes! Sunny.”

“You see, there was this lady all dressed in white, she smiled at Sunny and Sunny struck a conversation with her."

Sunny’s like that you know." He said to me and carried on.

"She — was a beautiful woman, very beautiful. Sunny then asked her what she was doing all alone at that time of the night.”

Then, with his eyebrows raised, palm up as he pointed his hand at us to emphasize the next sentence, the driver said.“ You know, this was around 2 am and she was all alone.” He paused, shook his head, then continued.

“She replied to Sunny that she was lost and confused. She didn’t know why she was wandering about. Sunny asked her where she wanted to go and she replied, ‘home.’ Sunny, without asking where her home was, offered her a ride - he invited her into his tricycle and she got in."

The driver looked at me and said. "Sunny turned and looked at me – with that look you give when you are about to score big – you know."

Realising my girlfriend there, he bashfully said, "Err..it’s a man thing.”

I looked at my girlfriend and we smiled. I saw how absorbed she was in the story and kissed her on the cheek; she was totally oblivious to it.

Then, our driver just stared into the distance, forgotten we were there, I thought. Hated being left in suspense, my girlfriend asked while trying to hide her impatience. “So what happened?”

Jolted out of rapt, he blurted. “What? Oh! Sorry. Well, Sunny rode away…and….err…he turned the corner up ahead.” He paused.
Another tear rolled down his cheek. We didn’t push him that time. There was a silence and we thought we’d better just leave it at that. We slid back in our seat. I put my arm over my girlfriend's shoulder, our heads leaned and rested on each other’s.

We sat like that and in complete silence for almost a minute as we enjoyed the slow cold wind in our faces. Then, the driver suddenly stopped paddling. He turned to look at us and I saw in his face, a man burdened with unanswered questions.

He finally said in a soft voice. “She was no where! It had been only seconds and she disappeared! I didn’t see her walking away or anything! You know.”

He sounded and looked like he was blaming himself for something.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He took a deep breath and came to presence of mind. He let out a sigh and said, ”There was an accident. Sunny’s tricycle was crushed and broken to pieces right before my eyes. I rushed to him and…and…he was bleeding from the head. He muttered a few words but I couldn't understand. Then he..., he was dead!”

He looked at me with the eyes of a very frightened man. He then said, ”And the girl? She just disappeared! I looked for her but she was nowhere to be found! She was a ghost!

He paused. He rubbed his arms for goose bumps had formed, and started to sob.

"A ghost!” he muttered to himself.

We looked at each other, I gripped my girlfriend's hand tight.

He took us to a cafe and we invited him to join us for coffee but he politely refused and rode away a tortured soul.


http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-7-Ghost-In-White-215731

File 6: Floating Woman

This is a story related to me by my parents.

Before my parents were married, my mother often visited my father at his house in Daanbantayan. At midnight, my father would send my mother home on his little motorcycle. This was their courtship routine.
My mother may have been granted permission by her parents to visit my father, but she was never allowed to stay the night; it was not a respectful thing to do then. So, at midnights, no matter what, my father would send my mother home.

Normally, the rides to my mother's home were uneventful, but there was one night when things were different.

The day was wet; it had been raining heavily. The courting couple remain indoors all day. They talked, cooked and ate together. My father's parents liked having my mother around because, apart from being a good company, she was a great help around the house.

That midnight, it was still raining so they waited a little longer. At around one o'clock in the morning, the rain had turned into a drizzle. My father quickly brought out his little motorcycle and hopped on. My mother climbed up and hugged him; it was going to be a cold ride home.

As they pass the main road and entered into a lonely narrow road, which would eventually take them to my mother's house, they saw ahead an old woman crossing the road. They thought nothing of her, even though she was carrying two kerosene lamps and walking very slowly---where was she going at that time of the night, in the middle of nowhere?

They were freezing in the cold wind so all they could think about was getting home as soon as possible. So, they rode by her without saying a word. After passing by her, both of them curiously looked into the motorcycle's handlebar mirror. What they saw, froze them completely. My father nearly crashed the motorcycle into a tree as he swerved about uncontrollably. He could not keep his hands still; they were trembling out of control.

Behind them, the old woman was floating in the air---her feet were almost three feet off the ground. Her hair fluttered in the wind as though an electric current was going through her body. Her eyes were burning furiously, like the kerosene lamps she was carrying. She was right behind, and appeared to be chasing them.

Although petrified, my father did not lose total control of his motorcycle. He rode so fast and furiously that he missed the turn into the road that led to my mother's house. He only slowed down after my mother alerted him about the turn.

Both my parents didn't know if the other had seen what each of them had seen. When they reached home finally, my father looked at my mother and calmly asked her.

"Nakakita ka sa tiguwang nga naglutaw?" which means, Did you see the floating old woman?

"Yes." She replied, shuddering.

They quickly entered the house and closed the door.

That night, my mother insisted that my father slept in her house. Luckily, he did, or he may not be alive today, and neither would I.


http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-6-Floating-Woman-215732

File 5: 31st Floor (in Tagalog)

 "Call center butterfly" ang tawag nila sa tulad ko.  Hindi kasi ako mapirmi sa isang call center. Hindi ko na usually inaabot ang regularization, lumilipat ako agad sa iba after a few weeks on the floor. Ewan ko. Siguro that is how I was wired.
 It works for me. Kung pwede nga lang magkulong sa kwarto at mag-DVD marathon o mag-sound trip, 'yun ang gagawin ko maghapon.
 But sometimes it bothers me. Hindi ko ito nababanggit sa iba. Pero I'm a ghost magnet yata. Most of the time, graveyard shift ako so 'pag lumabas ako ng house mga past 6 na. Madilim na dun sa nilalakaran ko papunta sa sakayan ng jeep na magbababa ng EDSA. Maraming beses na kasi nangyari na may makakasalubong akong naglalakad-weird-nakatitig sa akin na para bang nanlilisik ang mga mata. Tas 'pag pinilit kong i-spot ang nilalakaran nila, nakalutang ang mga paa nila sa lupa.
 Alam ata nila na nakikita ko sila. May mga kaluluwang gumagala na ayaw talaga magpaabala. Nagagalit sila 'pag sinusundan sila ng tingin. Naalala ko minsan nung bata pa ako, naglalaro ako sa bangketa tas may dumaang karo ng patay. Dun sa mga kapamilyang nakabuntot sa karo, may nakita akong maputlang lalaki na nakapamburol, nakatitig sa akin. Hindi na naalis 'yun sa isip ko.
 Dun sa isang call center na pinasukan ko, sabi nila may bata raw na naglalro sa mga training rooms sa 25th floor. Madalas himahampas niya 'yung mga swivel chairs.
 'Yung CR nga sa dulo wala nang gumagamit dahil madalas siya rung magparamdam. Akala mo may laman ang isang cubicle dahil may maririnig kang mga kaluskos, wala naman pala. Minsan nga nag-CR ako dun mag-isa. Habang naghuhugas ako ng kamay, biglang kumindat 'yung mga ilaw. Tas sa gilid ng mga mata ko, para bang may nakita akong payat na naka-blue uniform sa tapat ng ihian, nakalutang ang mga paa niya mga 2 feet mula sa sahig. Baka iyon 'yung multo ng namatay sa elevator. May isang utility man daw kasing nagkukumpuni ng sirang elevator tas nag-short yata 'yung mga kable. Ayun, nabagsakan siya ng elevator mismo. Patay agad.
 Isang madaling-araw, nang mag-round yung guwardiya, binuksan niya 'yung Training Room 3. May nakita raw siyang tao na nakaharap sa computer. Akala niya agent. Pagsasabihan niya sana kasi bawal mag-stay sa training room kahit before mag-start ang class kaso nakatalikod sa kanya so tinawag niya. Hindi ito sumagot. Pagbukas niya ng ilaw, wala siyang nakitang tao.
 Sa Workforce naman namin, may isang area na sobrang lamig kahit nakapatay ang aircon. Isang araw, nung kinakausap ko 'yung ka-batch ko dun bigla na lang tumilapon 'yung Avaya, 'yung phone na ginagamit namin sa calls. Nagtaka sila. Minsan kasi bigla na lang umikot 'yung isang upuan ng 360 degrees. Sa takot nila, nagtakbuhan daw sila lahat. "Baka poltergeist 'yung multo, " sabi ng ka-batch ko. Hindi ko na lang binanggit na nakita ko 'yung reflection ng bata sa salamin ng window. Tumakbo siya at nagtago sa ilalim ng isang computer station na parang naglalaro.
 Parang nasasanay na ako sa dami ng mga manifestations. At least, hindi pa ako nakakakita ng mga multo na sabog ang bungo o putol ang kamay, 'yung tipong naaksidente.
 Hanggang sa mag-work ako sa isang kompanya sa Ortigas. Sabado kaya konti lang ang agents na may work saka rest day ng mga nag-oopisina. Mga 8 p.m. 'yun kaya si manong na lang ang inabutan ko. Sa 36th floor ang mga work stations namin. Bago ko i-swipe ang ID ko bigla akong kinilabutan. Sabi ko, baka malamig lang kasi malakas ang ulan sa labas. Nag-good evening si manong-"Pauwi na?" usisa niya-saka binusisi ang bag ko. Tapos kinuha ko 'yung payong ko dun sa lagayan sa tabi ng door.
 Hanggang sa tapat ng elevator sa 36th floor ay parang aburido ako. Pinindot ko 'yung "down" button. Binilang ko sa isip 'yung changing numbers sa itaas. Nag-ding ang elevator at bumukas ang pinto. Walang tao. Nakita ko 'yung reflection ko sa salamin. Nilingon ko si manong tas nag-wave siya sa akin. Pumasok ako sa elevator at pinindot yung "G" para bumaba sa ground floor.
 Kulob 'yung katahimikan. Binibilang ko ulit sa isip ko 'yung numbers.
 Nang biglang huminto 'yung elevator. Nag-stop sa 31st floor. Bumukas 'yung door. Walang tao. Nung magsasara na 'yung door biglang may lumapit na matandang babae, may kasunod na bata. Pinindot ko 'yung button para bumukas ulit ang pintuan. "Salamat," sabi niya. Nakahawak sa braso niya 'yung bata.

 Nakatingin sa akin 'yung bata. Nakakapote siya, yung transparent. Pero basang-basa yung buhok niya. Basa pati 'yung gilid ng mga mata niya. Sumugod ito sa ulan, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Ito namang nanay, kako, hindi pinayungan ang anak niya. Ang lakas pa naman ng ulan sa labas.
 Hindi ko gaanong napansin 'yung mukha nung nanay. Medyo stocky ang katawan niya. Naka-t-shirt lang siya at maong. Parang ahente ng mga cosmetic products, 'yung tipong mag-oorder ka gamit ang brochures nila. May dala siyang malaking shoulder bag. Ang naaalala ko'yung kuwintas niya na may parang jade na pendant, 'yung nabibili sa mga Muslim sa Greenhills.
 Dinukot ko ang cellphone ko. Isinaksak ko ang earphones sa mga tenga ko. In-open ko 'yung playlist at ini-scroll down ko sa "On The Radio" ni Regina Spektor. Clinick ko 'yung play. Sa itaas ng pintuan ng elevator, pababa nang pababa 'yung mga numbers: 28, 27, 26, 25 ...
 Biglang bumukas ang pintuan sa 23rd floor. Nagulat ako. Nagkatinginan kami ng babae. Hinintay naming may pumasok. As usual, walang tao. Nakakayamot. Nung magsasara na 'yung elevator, nagbubukas siya ulit. Ganun siya mga dalawang beses ata. Parang nagha-hang nang half-open. Pinindot ko 'yung "close" button.
 Pagkababa namin sa ground floor, nauna akong lumabas ng elevator. Sumunod sa akin 'yung ale. Tsinek ng guard ang bag ko. Gumilid ako para isara ang zipper ng bag ko. 'Yung bag naman ng babae ang tsinek ng guwardiya.
 "Asan po 'yung anak n'yo?" tanong ko sa babae.
 "Ha? Anong anak?" pagtataka niya.
 "Kanina may kasunod po kayong bata e. Nakakapote."
 "Mag-isa lang akong bumaba," sagot niya.
 Nagbiro 'yung guard. Baka 'yung batang multo raw ang sumabay sa amin sa elevator. "Manong naman!" ang takot ng ale. Natahimik na lang ako.

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File 4: The Three Students

I heard this story from my Lola (grandmother), along time ago when I was only 14 years old. The story started when my Lola was in High School. It was after school, when she met her 2 friends, Myrna & Xuchilt by the school gate, where they always meet to walk home. She said that all three of them walk everyday together to and from school. They all lived right next door to each other and it was always been their routine to walk together ever since they were little and it was also their way of staying safe. After all we are stronger by numbers, right?

One day after school, when they were walking home, my Lola looked down and noticed that her friend on the right, Xuchilt (my Lola was in the middle of the two girls) saw that Xuchilt shadow looked a little off. She kept looking to Myrna's shadow, her own shadow then back to Xuchilt's shadow, but she can't believe how Xuchilt shadow did not have a head!

So she quickly pointed it out to both of her friends, since they were too busy talking and didn't notice the unusual event that was happening. She said that Xuchilt didn't act like she was scared, but was just curious why her shadow didn't have a head. So, they tried to change and switch positions several times, but no matter what they did, Xuchilt's shadow still coming out with no head!

As they reached their village, they saw that Xuchilt's shadow was back normal, she had her head back. She said they all parted and went their separate ways home. But little does she knows that would be her last time seeing her friend Xuchilt alive.

The next day her friend Myrna came knocking almost banging anxiously at my Lola's door. When she opened, Myrna was all hysterical and crying. My Lola tried to calm her down, so that she can talk and tell her what happened. When Myrna was able to talk, she told my Lola that Xuchilt's parents found her on bed dead. At first they thought that she just overslept, so after calling Xuchilt several times, her mom decided to go to her room and wake her up. She said that as soon as Xuchilt's mom tried to touch her to shake her to wake up, she felt Xuchilt's body all cold. That's when they realized that Xuchilt was dead.

To this day, they don't know what caused the sudden death of Xuchilt. She said that the Doctor told the parents that it was Pneumonia that caused it, but no one believes it, because Xuchilt was just fine the day before. She did not show any kind of sickness when they went home that night. My Lola believes that it was something evil that took her friends life and it gave them a sign or warning by taking Xuchilt head shadow.


http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-4-The-Three-Student-215734

File 3: Balete Drive ( in tagalog)

Kwento Ng Isang Taxi Driver

Mayroon ako isang kamaganak na taxi driver na kaka-retire lang dahil hindi na niya kaya magmaneho dahil sumasakit ang kanyang likod, at di na niya makayanan ang traffic ngayon. Nagmaneho siya ng mahigit 40 years at nagsimula siya noong '60s; maluwag pa raw ang Maynila at mas madali magmaneho noong mga panahong iyon. Sa dami ng mga pasaherong sumakay sa kanyang taxi, dalawa lang ang hindi niya malilimutan. 

Isang madilim at maulan na hapon noong 1965 nagmamaneho ang aking tiyo patungong Aurora Boulevard; kakahatid lang niya ng isang pasahero sa Cubao. Nakakita siya ng dalawang mukhang magasawa na nakatayong naghihintay sa isang waiting shed. Pumara ang aking tiyo sa tabi ng waiting shed at ibinaba niya ang kanyang bintana para kausapin ang dalawang naghihintay. "Taxi sir?" ang tanong niya sa dalawa. Hindi umimik ang dalawa at tinitigan lang siya ng lalaki. Naisipan ng aking tiyo na baka pipi ang dalawa at hindi sila makapag salita, kaya binuksan niya ang pinto para sila'y makapasok sa likod ng kanyang sasakyan. "Halika pumasok po kayo at malakas ang ulan..." pumasok at umupo ang dalawa sa likod ng kanyang taxi. Mukhang mayaman raw ang itsura ng dalawa, ngunit nakakapagtaka nga naman kung bakit sila naghihintay sa ilalim ng isang waiting shed na walang dalang sariling sasakyan. Nginingitian ng aking tiyo ang dalawa mula sa repleksyon ng kanyang salamin, at kung anu-ano ang kanyang itinatanong para makipagkuwentuhan. "Saan po kayo nangaling? Buti hindi po kayo nabasa ng husto..." walang imik ang dalawang pasahero. "Buti na lang at dumating ako. Wala pa naman kayong payong..." tahimik na nakatingin lang ang dalawa sa bintana. "Siya nga pala, saan po tayo sir?" "Sa New Manila". Nagulat ang aking tiyo at sumagot rin ang lalaki. Mababa at mabagal raw ang kanyang pagsasalita. Hindi malaman ng aking ityo kung bakit siya ninerbyos sa tono ng boses ng lalaki. Hindi na siya nagtanung pa, at naging matahimik ang kanilang biyahe. Umu-oo lang ang lalaki pag nagtatanog ng direksyon ang aking tiyo, hanggang makarating sila sa isang malaking bahay sa Balete Drive.

Saglit na tiningnan ng tiyo ko ang metro; at bigla siyang lumingon para sabihin kung magkano ang pamasahe, "Sir ano po..." nagulat siya nung makita niya na walang taong nakasakay sa likod ng kanyang sasakyan. Hinagilap niya ang kalye at paligid ngunit hindi niya makita ang kanyang dalawang pasahero. Hindi niya malaman kung papano sila nakalabas at naka-lock ang parehong pintuan sa likod. Tiyak na maririnig niya ang pagbukas at pagsara nito kung lumabas man sila. Naisip niya na siguro hindi niya namalayan ang kanilang paglabas, at baka naman pumasok sila sa bahay nila para kumuha ng perang pangbayad. Halos bente minutos siyang naghintay bago siya lumabas at lumapit sa gate ng bahay. Sinubukan niyang buksan ang gate at panay katok siya: "Tao po! Sir! Yung taxi driver po!" walang sumagot. Naisipan niya pumunta sa guard house ng kapitbahay para magtanong. "Boss..." sabi niya sa guardia, "Kilala mo ba yung nakatira sa malaking bahay na yan?" tinuro niya ang bahay na kung saan nakaparada ang kanyang taxi sa harap ng gate. Tiningnan siya nang guardia na para siyang nasiraan ng ulo. "Walang nakatira diyan..." "Ha?! Hindi maari yan! May hinatid lang akong dalawang pasahero..." Huminga ng malamim ang guardia at dahan-dahan niyang sinabihan ang aking tiyo na litong-lito, "Matagal nang walang nakatira sa bahay na yan. May magasawang nakatira diyan dati, pero pinasok sila ng magnanakaw at pareho silang pinatay." Nanginig ang tiyo ko sa takot. Hindi na siya namasada noong araw na yon at naisipan na lang niya umuwi ng maaga dahil sa nerbyos. 

Sa paglipas ng maraming taon, maraming mga ibang taxi driver ang nagsasabi na meron rin silang hinatid na magasawa sa Balete Drive na bigla nalang nawala. Nandoon pa ang malaking bahay hanggang ngayon. Ang gate ay naging kulay pula na dahil sa makapal na kalawang, at ang tumubong talahib ay nakasilip mula sa likod ng matataas na pader. 

--Mars / Mandaluyong

http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-3-Balete-Drive--in-215735

File 2: The Jeepney Ride

Common Jeepney in the Philippines

It's funny when certain events in our lives occur and we blame it all to bad luck. What's funnier is the things that we do to counter the flow of bad energy that causes these so called bad luck or bad events. At least at that time I thought it was funny, until my friend shared her unlikely experience.

This story is about my friend and her scary jeepney ride going home. For those of you who don't know what jeepneys are, they are a popular means of public transportation in the Philippines. They were originally made from US military jeeps left over from World War II and are well known for their flamboyant decoration and crowded seating.

My friend went home late after finishing their school project, now since she lives within the vicinity of the U.P. Diliman campus (University of the Philippines) it was perfectly safe for her to take the jeepney instead of taking a taxi in going home during late hours. It was about midnight when she took the ride home, and she could not help but notice the driver kept glancing at her through his rear view mirror and then he would turn to her. (Now all jeepneys have their own route and do not take any turns and they have to stick to their route or else there is a big chance that they would run into some cop trouble). What's odd about this jeepney ride besides the eerie glances that the driver gave from time to time, he was also taking turns in corners that he was not suppose to. Afraid of what the drivers plans are, she was even more afraid of her surroundings because it seemed as if she was in the middle of nowhere already. So instead of going down, she just stayed on the jeep. On the last turn that the driver made, she noticed that they were back on the route that they were suppose to be in the first place.

Before reaching the end of the terminal, the driver turned to my friend and said, "Im sorry if I scared you or startled you! It was not my intention".. "Could you do me a favor and BURN all your clothes when you get home".. Wondering why my friend asked why he was acting very strange. The driver explained, "The reason why I kept glancing was because your head was not attached to your body when I looked through my rear view mirror." "That is why I changed my route awhile ago, hoping we could get away from the bad energy present in that area, and thats why I want you to BURN your clothes when you get home because I think its still with you."

Upon arriving home, still shaking from fear, my friend took all her clothes off and burned them as quickly as she could. A few days later she found out on the news that the jeepney driver died a day after the incident. It turned out the warning was not for her but for the driver.

http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-2-The-Jeepney-Ride-215736

File 1: The Cellphone

My friend was very addicted to texting random strangers. Because of that, you will never see her without her cellphone in her hand or pocket. She always carries it wherever she goes. It was her source of energy and entertainment.

But so happened during the month of October, her cellphone was stolen from here. What happened was she was texting (again) with her cellphone in the market. Here in the Philippines thieves are rampant in public places... so while she was holding her cellphone a guy suddenly ran, grab her cellphone, and escape from the sea of people. Well, she cried all night and day about this incident..., it was her fault to start with but anyway.

Her family got annoyed but so they decided to buy her a second-hand cellphone for they can't afford to buy a brand new one. They strolled into some pawnshops and luckily found one shop selling a cellphone with a touch screen.

My friend was so overjoyed that the next morning she showed it to us up to the point where she lied in saying that it was "imported" and stuff. During that time a person owning a touch screen cellphone was very rare on our campus. But she never knew that it will be the cause of her troubles...

One night, after a week from buying her new cellphone, she was busy texting us about stuff that happened in school, our project, and some random things. She went down to drink water(cause her room is on the second floor) and left her cellphone in her bed. When she went back, the floor was wet with water and her room was messy. Thinking that it was just her sister who went inside her room after taking a shower, she pays no attention to it and continued to lay in her bed. In the following days, the same event happened except that on the fifth day there were hairs on the floor, mixed with the water. She got scared of this and finally talked to her sister thinking it was her fault.

Her sister denied this and told her that she doesn't take shower in the evening. She still couldn't believe what her sister said so she decided to ask her parents about it. They just regarded it as nothing. Thinking there is nothing she could do she decided to sleep.

It was late night and as she describes it, it was unnaturally cold. She was still cold after layers of blankets covering her body. The chill made her got up from her bed. Then, her cellphone suddenly flashes but it did not ring. She took it and expect it. Then what happened next gave chills to her spine.

A girl with a bloody face was projected in the cellphone....and its hand was reaching to her face. It scared the hell out of here but her voice was sealed. She hoped to run but her feet froze. As the hand materializes outside the phone she finally found her footing and ran outside her room. She screamed and woke up her family.

She told them what happened and decided to go back to her room, and found her cellphone in the toilet.
The next day she told us what happened, all of us went with her to return the cellphone back to the pawnshop.... only to find out that the pawnshop was not there anymore. The space where she said where it is was vacant...

She freaked out about this cause she was with her family during the time when she bought it. Out of fear she decided to burn the phone near in the vacant lot.... and we went home still consoling her, but still have it hard to believe in her story... until...

The next morning we were called for class attendance but she was marked absent during that day.... and the following week... we never knew that it was the last time we would see her...

http://www.teckler.com/en/Frane/Philippines-True-Ghost-Story-1-The-Cellphone-215737