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|Subject: Baguio..... Sat Sep 24, 2011 9:48 am|| |
My dad told me of this true story that happened to him...
My dad always told me that in Baguio, Philippines, there were white ladies appearing in the dark at night... As in ghosts.
He was dropping my mom off at work, and I was 2 years old at the time. Anyways, this isn't a long story. So he was driving down a very steep hill, and it was really dark, and I think it was kind of raining. His headlights were on of course, and then about half-a-mile up ahead, he said he saw a lady dressed in all white, standing in the middle of the road. He kept driving, ignoring it, and then when he got to the spot where the lady was standing at, at the trunk of his car, it sounded like someone got up onto the trunk.
Another experience happened to me. It was my regional spelling bee, and I had lost. I had invited 2 friends over. One had been to my house several times, and the other was her first time to my house. We were taking a walk around in a circle that would lead us back to my house, and then on the way back, we were passing by a blue house... A creepy blue house. The one my friend who had been here several times before and I thought was haunted. We all dared each other to go up into the driveway and read what it said on a piece of paper that was stuck to the small window. Okay so let's call my friend that was her first time here the "first time friend' and the other, just "my friend".
So my friend and I were carrying this large stick... Rather a big long piece of wood, and held it like colonists would. The driveway kind of went down when walking, and my first-time friend was carrying nothing. So she was ahead, and knew nothing about my friend and I's experiences to that house. When my friend walked up to the window, she said she swore she sawa BLOOD stain... Rather blood dripping down the window, and on the paper was something written in capital letters, but before we could read it, we ran down the driveway, and my friend and I since we were carrying the wood, almost tripped, and just dropped the piece of wood on the driveway, running back to my house.
My dad was staying at an old cabin in his hometown with his siblings and his parents. His grandma (or grandpa I can't remember) had just died, and he was sleeping. He woke up, and what he saw the ghost of his grandma/grandpa walking around.