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  • pickles17pickles17 PEx Influencer ⭐⭐⭐
    MarkOliver wrote: »
    It was the night before the senior prom, and one girl didn’t have a dress to wear. She was poor and lived in a section of town where there were many slum-living people.

    She had gone to the neighborhood funeral parlor that same day to pay her respects to the remains of an elderly neighbor. While she was in the funeral home, she had seen a young girl about her age and size lying in state in a casket in one of the many rooms, which she had entered by mistake. As she looked down at the casket, she noticed that the dress was very pretty and brand new. It had been bought just for the burial.

    While she was in the room, the funeral director came in and said it was time to close the casket. He sealed it with a big key – kind of like a wrench – and said that the casket would remain closed from then on, and that the burial would take place the next morning.

    After the director left, the girl went on down the hall to the room where her dead neighbor was laid out. While she was in the room paying her respects, she heard a lot of crying and wailing down the hall. Someone had collapsed with grief in one of the rooms, and everyone, including the funeral director, ran down the hall to help that family.

    As the girl ran by the room with the sealed casket, she had an idea. She went into the room, opened the sealed casket with the huge curved wrench, and quickly slid the white dress off the girl. She put the key back in the socket and the casket lid and sealed the lid again. Stuffing the white dress into her school bag, she slipped out past the room where all the crying was coming from.

    The next night, she put on the dead girl’s white dress and went to the dance.

    As she danced with several different boys she knew, her joints began to get kind of stiff. As time went by, her muscles began to stiffen, and she began to walk and dance awkwardly. She thought maybe there was something wrong with the dress, so she went into the girl’s restroom and slipped into a stall. She took off the dress and searched all over it, but couldn’t find anything wrong with it. So she put it back on.

    As she danced, she became colder and stiffer until she was as stiff as a board. The ambulance was called, and she was rushed to a hospital. The doctors pronounced her dead – but she was alive! She could hear every word everyone said, and see everything that was happening. She just couldn’t move or speak.

    Soon, she was lying in state in the same funeral parlor, with her family and friends coming by and crying. She tried to move or cry out, but she couldn’t.

    The funeral director came in and closed the lid on her casket. And the next day, the casket was taken to the graveyard. And she could hear the gravediggers working: “Did you hear what happened at the funeral home this morning?” said one of them. “No, what?” said the other as they threw shovel fulls of dirt onto her casket. “A young mortician’s assistant heard a knocking sound in one of the caskets. Well, he opened it up, and a young girl in a slip climbed out. She said she’d been the victim of a voodoo ritual. Someone had given her a dress dusted with that zombie powder, so she seemed dead when she wasn’t.”

    “Huh,” said the first gravedigger. “I wonder what happened to that dress.”

    And then the girl couldn’t hear anything else….


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    Parang The Skeleton Key ang dating ng story. Thanks for sharing. :D
  • creechcreech PEx Influencer ⭐⭐⭐
    what does this mean?

    pag may ginagawa ako then all of a sudden magflash sa mind ko "teka parang nangyari na ito" madalas mangyari sa akin ito na minsan eh nakakatakot na. parang napanaginipan ko na yung nangyari.
  • ArcanaEnigmaArcanaEnigma PEx Rookie ⭐
    creech wrote: »
    what does this mean?

    pag may ginagawa ako then all of a sudden magflash sa mind ko "teka parang nangyari na ito" madalas mangyari sa akin ito na minsan eh nakakatakot na. parang napanaginipan ko na yung nangyari.

    Deja vu.Yung may ginagawa ka tapos biglang parang familiar yung scene or event,parang naulit lang, usually nakita mo na sa dream yung scene na yun kaso lang nakalimutan mo lang,kasi usually diba pag nagising ka na madali malimutan yung dreams.
  • creechcreech PEx Influencer ⭐⭐⭐
    Deja vu.Yung may ginagawa ka tapos biglang parang familiar yung scene or event,parang naulit lang, usually nakita mo na sa dream yung scene na yun kaso lang nakalimutan mo lang,kasi usually diba pag nagising ka na madali malimutan yung dreams.
    oh my tama ka parang sa dream nangyari na. im scared now kasi may mga dreams ako na hindi talaga maganda. sana hindi mangyari.
  • aba makapag basa nga :)
  • ArcanaEnigmaArcanaEnigma PEx Rookie ⭐
    creech wrote: »
    oh my tama ka parang sa dream nangyari na. im scared now kasi may mga dreams ako na hindi talaga maganda. sana hindi mangyari.

    Yung deja vu kadalasan diba saglit lang naman, ilang seconds lang usually yung tinatagal.Wag mo na lang masyado isipin yung bad dreams mo,minsan yung bad dreams lalo na pag ang weird ng dating hindi naman literal talaga mangyayari,minsan may message yun na kelangan mo i-decode.So yun:)
  • pbalasidpbalasid PEx Influencer ⭐⭐⭐
    creech wrote: »
    what does this mean?

    pag may ginagawa ako then all of a sudden magflash sa mind ko "teka parang nangyari na ito" madalas mangyari sa akin ito na minsan eh nakakatakot na. parang napanaginipan ko na yung nangyari.

    yeah tama nga sinabi nila Deja Vu nga yan ganyan... pero some say it can be a form of precognition narin if you can control it lalo na kung madalas mangyari sayo...
  • MarkOliverMarkOliver PEx Rookie ⭐
    I have another story to share w/ you guys. It is scary and at the same it would surely touch your heart. Medyo mahaba nga lang pero just read it willingly & I assure you, It wouldn't just scare you but would touch your heart like what I said. promise! *okay* Hope you guys would like it very much!!!
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    Not so long ago, many families in the eastern Samar hills lived in isolation from the outside world. High ridges and poor road conditions kept them miles away from modern conveniences like grocery stores and hospitals. If someone ever got sick, a family member would have to ride for miles through the hills to fetch a doctor, sometimes taking a day or more to return.

    The Delos Santos family lived in a ramshackle farmhouse deep within a remote hollow. The steep, rocky hillsides had long given up what little sustenance they could provide, and George Delos Santos, like many of his neighbors, was forced to work for the lumber companies. A proud man in his late 30s, George had no love for the greedy lumber barons who forced him to work brutally long hours. He also hated to see his mountain birthplace ripped apart in the name of industry. But when the bitter summer winds would blow through the flimsy walls of his broken-down home, he knew that he had no choice but to succumb to their will for his family’s sake.

    George’s only peace came from Elizabeth Delos Santos, his wife for three years. Although George showed a stoic exterior to the world, his heart belonged to her. Elizabeth was a beautiful woman toughened by years of mountain living. Their relationship wasn’t overly affectionate, but both felt a great deal of comfort knowing that the other was nearby when the black night would fall across the hills. And to them, that was enough.

    In the early summer, Elizabeth had just given birth to her first child – a little girl named Anna – when she came down with a bad fever. George watched with concern as Elizabeth feverishly tossed and turned in her sweat-soaked bed, her pretty face drawn and pale.

    “Is Anna all right?” whispered Elizabeth hoarsely to her husband.

    George looked over at the child, lying still in a laundry basket that served as her makeshift crib. “She’s fine – don’t worry,” he replied, trying not to betray his concern. “You just get some rest.”

    “I know somethin’s wrong. She ain’t moved in her crib for hours. She won’t even let me nurse her.”

    George tenderly wiped her brow. “Shhh. It’s all right. She’s just sleepin’. When Laura gets here, I’ll run into town and fetch the doctor.”

    “Laura” was Laura Marquez, the wife of George’s good friend Ted Marquez. Since the Marquezs' lived down in the valley where the land wasn’t quite so barren, they were able to eek out a respectable living as farmers. Sometimes they even brought fresh vegetables up to the Marquez's when times were really tough. But more importantly, George knew he could depend on them in times of crisis.

    And though George did his best not to let it show, to him this was a time of crisis. An hour later Laura arrived to care for Elizabeth, and George roared down the treacherous mountain road toward town. The logging companies had torn the dirt road to pieces, and George’s rickety old car pitched and swerved in the furrows and mud holes cut by the lumber trucks. Sometimes the muddy road would plunge straight down the steep mountainsides without guardrails, forcing Howard to proceed at a snail’s pace. But nothing was going to stop him from fetching help.

    When George finally arrived in town, he learned that the doctor had left for a neighboring town and wouldn’t return until the next day. By now a fierce thunderstorm was lashing the hills, and George had no choice but to wait out the storm overnight and find the doctor in the morning.

    When the doctor finally returned the next day, George pulled him into his car and roared out of town toward home. The evening’s rain had made the slippery roads even more treacherous, and the two men had to occasionally get out and push the car out of deep mud holes. After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived back at the Delos Santos homestead. George leapt out of the car and bolted for the house.

    “I’m home!” yelled George as he threw open the door. “I brought the doctor…”

    He then saw Laura sitting on his wife’s bed, tears streaming down her face. As Laura turned to face him, George sensed the horrible truth. He staggered over to his wife’s bed and looked at her pale, lifeless body. He was too late.

    George wailed in anguish, his cries of pain reverberating throughout the house. He then rushed over to the crib, only to encounter a second tragedy – his young daughter lay cold and limp, much in the same position as when he left her. The dreaded “mountain fever” had claimed two more victims.

    Two days later, Elizabeth and Anna were buried in the community cemetery high atop a windswept bluff. The mourners sang solemn hymns around the freshly dug grave, believing that mother and daughter were safe in the arms of God’s angels. But George stared angrily at the menacing skies, his fists clenched in the frayed pockets of his old wool suit. After the service, he shrugged off his consoling neighbors and stormed home, bolting the door behind him. Facing the dark and empty house alone, everything in his life taken away from him, George stared out the window for hours on end, wondering why the loving God he prayed to every day at church had suddenly betrayed him.

    The next day down in the valley, Ted Marquez rose before dawn to milk his cows. He lit a lantern, grabbed a pail, and shuffled outside into the frosty mountain air. The cows rose to their feet and mooed loudly in the barn, sensing his arrival.

    But even as he deftly milked his cows that morning, the reassuring “ping” of the spray hitting the bottom of the metal pail, he sensed that something was different. Usually he did his chores alone, yet this particular morning he sensed that someone was watching him. He knew his wife was still in bed. Who could it be?

    He turned around, and what he saw startled him. At the barn door stood a mysterious woman, covered head to toe in a long black dress. Her face was indistinguishable in the dim lantern light, but Ted could see she wore no coat to protect her from the morning chill.

    “Mornin’,” muttered Ted, unsure what to say.

    The woman did not answer. Instead, she pulled out a shiny tin cup and set it down on a bale of hay. It took a moment for Ted to realize that the woman wanted milk. This wasn’t an unusual request – neighbors in the area frequently borrowed milk from one another. But the nearest farm was miles away, and from what Ted could tell, he had never seen this woman before.

    He filled her cup and put it back on the bale. The woman took the cup, nodded gratefully and walked out the door. Ted’s cow suddenly became restless and kicked over the milk bucket, distracting him for a moment. When Ted finally got up and looked out the door, the woman had vanished into the darkness.

    When Laura woke up, she and Ted discussed the morning’s strange events. Eventually they came to the conclusion that she must be a lost traveler, and an odd one at that. So Ted didn’t give it much thought until the next morning, when the woman suddenly appeared again in the same black dress, holding an empty tin cup. Like the morning before, she didn’t speak a word, but nodded gratefully when Ted filled her cup, then mysteriously vanished.

    Like clockwork, the woman appeared every morning for four days. On the fourth day, Ted's curiosity got the best of him. As the woman walked out the barn door with her milk, Ted sprung up and followed her. To his surprise, he saw the woman run into the surrounding forest without benefit of a light. Without thinking, he grabbed his lantern and ran after her.

    For hours it seemed, Ted chased the woman through the dense forest. Ted was a healthy and strong man, but no matter how fast he ran, he could gain no ground on the swift woman in the distance. As the morning darkness gave way to eerie gray light, Ted felt that his eyes were playing tricks on him. For at times it seemed the woman wasn’t running at all, but was floating above the ground like some giant raven.

    Ted emerged from the forest onto one of the logging roads. After the long run through the forest, Ted was surprised to see the woman run straight up into the hills at the same breakneck pace. Out of breath, Ted nevertheless continued after her. Without warning, she veered off onto a side road that cut through a dead forest of brittle, claw-like trees up toward one of the windswept bluffs.

    Ted was now truly baffled. Why was she going up to the cemetery?

    Ted reached the rusty iron gate of the community cemetery just in time to see the woman standing over one of the headstones, her black dress flapping in the fierce wind. She then knelt before a newly dug grave and, to Ted’s shock, vanished into thin air!

    For a brief moment, Ted stood frozen in terror. He had heard the old-timers tell stories about witches in the cemetery ever since he was a little boy, but had always just chuckled at them. Had they been telling the truth all along?

    But then something dawned on him. Ignoring his fear and exhaustion, he sprinted all the way back down the mountain. He burst through the front door of his home, scaring his poor Laura to death. She looked at his panicked face and said, “Ted Marquez, what’s wrong with you?” “Where are the shovels?” gasped Ted, almost out of breath.

    “They’re out back by the barn,” answered Laura, still taken aback by his disheveled appearance. “Why?”

    “I need your help. Hop in the truck. We gotta go up to the cemetery.”

    “What on earth for?” Laura chuckled. “Are we grave diggers now?”

    Ted grabbed her arm and yelled, “I ain’t got time to explain. Just do it. Please!”

    Minutes later, the Marquezs' roared back up the old cemetery road and climbed to the top of the bluff. As they stopped at the gate, Ted leapt out, grabbed a shovel and ran toward one of the headstones. Laura’s jaw dropped as he saw Ted dig like a madman into one of the fresh graves – Elizabeth Delos Santos's grave to be exact, buried only days ago.

    “What are you doing – are you crazy?” she screamed.

    “Just get over here and help me!” yelled Ted. “Hurry!”

    Giving her dear husband the benefit of the doubt, Laura reluctantly grabbed a shovel and did something she never imagined she would do in her wildest dreams: dig up a grave. As the two dug deeper, both heard a strange sound. It started out as a muffled whimper, which Laura thought must have been carried by the howling wind. But as they dug closer to the coffin, the whimper became a high-pitched cry, then a frightened wail. The two looked at each other, their blood running cold.

    “There’s a baby in there!” screamed Laura.

    They finally struck the wood coffin. Frantically clearing away the dirt, Walter ripped open the lid.

    Inside laid the corpse of Elizabeth Delos Santos, the mysterious woman in the black dress. On her chest laid her precious daughter Anna, very much alive, crying wildly.

    And clutched in Elizabeth’s hand was an empty tin cup.

    Hours later, George Delos Santos remained boarded up inside his darkened home when he heard a truck roar into his yard. He instinctively grabbed a shotgun and bolted out onto the porch. As the truck skidded to a halt in front of his door, he recognized it as the Marquez’s. When he heard a baby crying in the truck, his face flushed with anger- "What kind of sick joke was this, bringing a baby up here after all he’d been through?".

    “It’s me, George,” said Ted as he hopped out. “Put the gun down.”

    As George did so, Ted walked over with the baby. George’s face softened as they approached, his eyes flashing a joyous and disbelieving spark of recognition.

    “This is your baby,” said Ted, handing George the young daughter he thought he’d lost for sure. “She woke up from her fever. I don’t know how, but she did.”

    George gently cradled the infant in his arms, his eyes welling with tears.

    “It’s a miracle,” said Ted, smiling at the sight. “You see? Sometimes the Lord does work wonders".



    This story of the mother who returned from the grave to rescue her child is still told in the mountains of eastern Samar.

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  • creechcreech PEx Influencer ⭐⭐⭐
    Yung deja vu kadalasan diba saglit lang naman, ilang seconds lang usually yung tinatagal.Wag mo na lang masyado isipin yung bad dreams mo,minsan yung bad dreams lalo na pag ang weird ng dating hindi naman literal talaga mangyayari,minsan may message yun na kelangan mo i-decode.So yun:)
    tama ka saglit lang isang scene lang ang naaalala ko hindi lahat. akala ko yung deja vu eh about sa place na hindi mo napuntahan pero feel mo napuntahan mo na.
  • creech wrote: »
    what does this mean?

    pag may ginagawa ako then all of a sudden magflash sa mind ko "teka parang nangyari na ito" madalas mangyari sa akin ito na minsan eh nakakatakot na. parang napanaginipan ko na yung nangyari.

    naranasan ko na rin ito, ilang beses na rin. :D
  • share ko lang yung experience ng kapatid ko.
    hindi naman siya masyado creepy.

    around 3am na noon ng umaga sa kwarto niya,katapos lang makipag kwentuhan sa bf niya sa cp. patulog na siya nun. nang biglang may white lady na naka harap mismo sa mukha niya. haba ng buhok at halos luwa na raw mata. sumigaw daw siya pero walang nakarinig. ayun. yung kwarto rin kasi namin sa bahay eh laging naka sara, dilim nun lagi tapos pag problemado kapatid ko lagi nag iiiyak dun. siguro may namuong bad spirit kaya ganun, ngayon eh lagi na nilang binubuksan pintuan sa kwarto. hehe.
  • hindi pa ako nakakakita ng multo sa buong buhay ko.

    kayo rin ba? pero gusto ko makakita. basta may kasama ako. :lol:
  • *ako na ang takot*
  • yung tungkol sa deja vu nangyari na sa akin dati. bago ako nag high school may napanaginipan akong place then nung nag high school na ko, may group project kami and need magpunta sa house ng isang classmate. pagpunta namin sa house ng classmate ko iba yung feeling ko kasi parang napunta na ko sa place na yun then naalala ko yung dream ko dati eksaktong eksakto yung lugar na yun na house ng classmate ko sa panaginip ko.
  • Sabi ko na nga ba familiar yung story eh, humirit pa ng isa.
    Plagiarism yan MarkOliver

    Check out "his" stories here at
    http://themoonlitroad.com/a-mothers-love/
    Adapted from folklore by Craig Dominey - real author
    he just changed names and places

    http://themoonlitroad.com/the-white-dress/
    Written and Told by Richard and Judy Dockery Young - real authors story used by permission of August House
    Prom thingy daw sa Antipolo

    Amp! Nakabookmark kaya yang site na where you lifted the stories dito sa lappy ko dahil mahilig ako magbasa ng ghost stories either real or fiction (creepy/suspense short stories).
  • skye_phoenixskye_phoenix PEx Influencer ⭐⭐⭐
    Nangyari na ba ito sa inyo?

    May meet akong lalaki once, sa work, nung first time ko siya makita feeling ko nakita ko na siya before, pero nung na meet ko na siya, at nalaman ko kung saan siya nag aral, nag work before etc. eh imposibleng nag kita na kami dati. Pero sobrang sigurado ako talaga na nakita ko na siya before, pero sigurado din ako na hindi. WTF!!!:angry::confused::depressed:
  • ArcanaEnigmaArcanaEnigma PEx Rookie ⭐
    Nangyari na ba ito sa inyo?

    May meet akong lalaki once, sa work, nung first time ko siya makita feeling ko nakita ko na siya before, pero nung na meet ko na siya, at nalaman ko kung saan siya nag aral, nag work before etc. eh imposibleng nag kita na kami dati. Pero sobrang sigurado ako talaga na nakita ko na siya before, pero sigurado din ako na hindi. WTF!!!:angry::confused::depressed:

    Oo,tapos ang weird pa comfortable ako sa kanya parang matagal ko na syang kilala at familiar sya pero 1st time ko pa lang nakita.Pero galing kami sa magkaibang magkalayong lugar.:lol:
  • MarkOliverMarkOliver PEx Rookie ⭐
    Sabi ko na nga ba familiar yung story eh, humirit pa ng isa.
    Plagiarism yan MarkOliver

    Check out "his" stories here at
    http://themoonlitroad.com/a-mothers-love/
    Adapted from folklore by Craig Dominey - real author
    he just changed names and places

    http://themoonlitroad.com/the-white-dress/
    Written and Told by Richard and Judy Dockery Young - real authors story used by permission of August House
    Prom thingy daw sa Antipolo

    Amp! Nakabookmark kaya yang site na where you lifted the stories dito sa lappy ko dahil mahilig ako magbasa ng ghost stories either real or fiction (creepy/suspense short stories).


    @crazy_piggy - sorry if I plagiarized those stories. Kasi I thought hindi ganoon ka popular yung site so I just decided to edit the stories to make it more realistic in filipino setting... sorry again. By the way, how did you know that moonlitroad website???
  • ^^Isa yan sa mga sites na binobrowse ko pag bored sa work. Kung pulot yung story mo okay lang naman nagpopost din kami ng mga pulot stories dito pero as is huwag mo nang iedit tapos sabihin mo din kung saan mo nakuha.

    Senior Writer/Editor kasi ang work ko kaya OA ako magreact sa mga incidents ng plagiarism.
  • skye_phoenixskye_phoenix PEx Influencer ⭐⭐⭐
    Oo,tapos ang weird pa comfortable ako sa kanya parang matagal ko na syang kilala at familiar sya pero 1st time ko pa lang nakita.Pero galing kami sa magkaibang magkalayong lugar.:lol:

    Hay, kala ko ako lang eh. :lol: Ano kaya tawag sa ganon?
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