What do Ghosts Really Look Like?

This is the most common question that I've been always asked by people who believed, and who do not believe in ghosts. I, myself have a lot of queries too. Why me? It's the question that until now, the answer is still a mystery.

So, are they really for real? 

What do they look like? 

Do they talk? 

Can they talk to other ghosts? 

Will they know if you see them? 

What do they do if they see you looking at them? 

 

For 34 years, you would not believe that I'm still alive after everything that I saw from the very start until present. I read a lot of stories, and speculations that people like me are cursed. Some people call it a blessing. Most people call it a gift. 

I still remember when I was still on the verge on not wanting to open my eyes, or not wanting to wake up so I won't see their faces right in front of me. Or when I start to get stiffed because they are beside me or they were under the table while I eat.

This is one of the reason why I love watching horror movies, because I compare their ghosts to a real life one. And out of all the horror movies I've watched, there was only one movie that made me say "wow, it looks like the one who made this movie had seen one in real life." 

If you have read my story called The Start it was my first ever experienced of seeing a real life ghost. That exposure was a bridge for me to become aware that they are existent. The face that I saw was a paper-like face. I can CLEARLY see his face. And he was floating. That time, I felt so sad. 

When I was growing up, so as my fear to these entities, I found out that you cannot just see them. You'll also feel what they feel but 5x stronger. 

Just so you know, there are different kinds of ghosts. And you can easily distinguished them from ordinary people because THEY FLOAT. Even if they walk, they NEVER TOUCH THEIR FEET ON THE GROUND. 

So let's go back to the question. Are they for real? Sooo damn yes. They are so real. What do they look like? To tell you honestly, these entities, their faces are based on whatever face they want to show you. But their faces are pale. Really pale with dark eyes. Really really dark. Their stance are always stiffed. The way they look is always scary and sad. Do they talk? YES OF COURSE. They do. Their voices are always echoing. ALWAYS. Can a ghost gossip to another ghost? No. I've never seen one. Will they know if you can see them? YES. Definitely! What will they do if they see you looking at them? They will ask for your help. They will not stop until you talk to them. Wherever you go, they follow. 

So, just pretend that you don't see them. Never ever look them in their eyes. 

To be continued...

The Start

 

Based on a True Story

Maybe while reading my stories, you asked yourself if ghosts are for real. As what I always tell to people who don't believe, is that they are very real. For most, they say to see is to believe. Well. To believe is all up to you.

It started when I was young. At first I thought I was mentally ill because I was the only one who sees them. According to the stories of the elders, this only happens to people who were on the brink of death. In addition, a classmate of mine from elementary days called me crazy and freak. (Well, that's another story to tell). Anyway, every time these entities locked their eyes upon mine, the more they're drawn into me.

I was 7 years old when I entered this so-called "other world". We have a neighbor whose husband died because.. I actually don't know what's the cause of his death. A wake was held in their home. I still remember when Nanay Lilia's husband was still alive, sometimes when my Papa and I would pass by their house, he would always call my name "Indaylee! Asa naman pud ka mag-uban sa imong papa?" (Indaylee! Where are you going again with your papa?) I am known by the nickname IndayLee among our neighbors. My dad will just answer, and smile at him. 

The night of his wake, we were in their kitchen. Mama and Nanay Lilia were chatting, and somebody called them from the outside. Mama told me to stay for awhile and that she'll be back. 

I felt like i've been waiting so long for them to arrive so I left the kitchen, and went around the house to look where they were. However, it was all dark. Very dark. I turned my way back but I can no longer see the kitchen. There was no light or even noise. It's like you were walking blindly but your body knows where to go. I kept walking around until I saw their wooden gate. I went inside, and I saw a coffin. I peeked, but it was empty.  

I started to get scared and called mom over and over again. I screamed as loud as I could but my voice was just echoing. I cried and cried until an ice-cold hand patted my head. When I turned my head up, it was a tall, extremely pale man with a medium body build, his eyes were dark and sad. He wore a long black sleeve. He was barefooted, and floating. He was carrying a large candle. I knew his face but I don't remember his name. He asked me "nganong naa ka diri indaylee" (Why are you here, Indaylee?")  

I really cannot remember what else happened.. because

when I opened my eyes, I was still alone sitting in the kitchen, but there were already lights and a lot of noises from the outside, and I could hear Nanay Lilia's voice coming over. I hopped like a horse. She saw it and asked me, what's happened. She held my head, and asked why I was soaking wet with sweat. She said she came to pick me up because mama was waiting at the gate. As we went out away from the kitchen, I turned my head back and I saw the pale man again, holding the large candle while staring at us walking away. 

The Black Entity

 

Based on a True Story

Honestly, I cannot remember what or how, or where everything started.. Most days, I kept asking myself, why me?

2nd year of my secondary school. Our classroom was separated from another building where only three sections use the area. We were used to be called the "network class students". Our area were surrounded by trees. Lots of trees, plants, flowers, and a huge old tree sitting on the left side of the building. I can't remember what kind of tree was that, but it was enormous. 

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, the subject being taught to us was English when one of our classmates suddenly screamed because her seat-mate passed out and had a seizure. It was the first time this happened, and no one knew what to do so they took her to the school clinic.

Second day, for the second time, and at the same time, our classmate  passed out again. I looked to the side because there seemed to be a large shadow watching over her. She was taken to the school clinic once more. She already felt fine late afternoon and was sent home. 

On the third day, for the third time and all at the same time, something else happened. She was pale, and she was crying and screaming. The shadow that I saw took the shape of a person and was in front of her while slowly facing her. He was gliding. Just a dark face I saw coz it also disappeared after they took her to the school clinic.

I joined, in taking her to the clinic, and that's when I saw the creature's full face. These things are no longer new to me so I am really not that afraid anymore of such. We were inside a cubicle of the school clinic. She kept on crying, screaming. She was really scared. That creature was guarding the exit and he seemed to want to take that classmate of mine. I whispered something to her, (I duno if she still remembers it, if ever she reads this) I closed my eyes, and prayed my heart out while covering her eyes with my hand. I kept praying over and over again, because I can feel the creature was already beside me. 

Believe it or not, it happened. It really happened. It was my first time seeing a dark entity. He has very black face, red and glaring eyes. And his hands were like branches of a tree. Whenever I reminisce that event, I can't help but laugh at myself because at that time, I never felt a slightest touch of fear.  Because often, I get cold and numb, I cannot move, and I obviously look like a statue whenever these things appear to me. 

Anyway, she was being prayed over in the school clinic, she was sent home and was absent for a couple of days. 

When she came back, I asked her what she saw. She said "I saw a very black man, red eyes, and was leaning over me in the classroom. And while I was in the clinic, he was watching over, guarding near the exit door" 

She didn't even remember that I was there. 

When I was going home that afternoon, something told me to look at the tree that used to be beside the building. They cut the tree. 

I don't know if anything still bothers her now. Hopefully, no more.

Stairs

 

Based on a True Story 

It was just an ordinary afternoon. I was reading a Harry Potter book in my room. Usually, when I'm alone in the room, I always close the door but at that time, I just left the door open. My younger sister and I were just two at the time. She was in the living room watching TV. 

Our house has a third floor. My room was on the 2nd floor and just next to the stairs. I was 14 years old at that time and what happened that day was one of the most unforgettable events in my life. 

While I was in the middle of reading, there seemed to be a child with a long face, wearing a red cloak slowly coming down the stairs from the third floor. He was on tiptoe and seemed to be trying to walk in a very quiet manner. My whole body went cold and I stopped my breath when I saw him stop his descent, and slowly turn to me. 

I closed my eyes for just a few seconds, and when I opened my eyes, he was in front of me. He has no eyes. His nose seems to have been removed. And his mouth has no teeth. I screamed but I couldn't hear my voice. I can't move no matter how I tried. The only thing I could feel was the very cold thing resting on my back.

I closed my eyes again and I heard my sister screaming. I was like superman flying down the stairs. She said, she saw a child with a long face wearing a red cloak that came down and seemed to disappear like a bubble.

I'm 34 years old now, and that incident was one that finally opened an eye. An eye that should never be opened.