Encounters at the Family Home

Welcome to true scary story. There's something strange at the house where Allison grew up. In objects, the sensation of being watched. They were all part of the family's experiences, but there was one entity, a child that you kept seeing. But there was a reason, something that would explain everything about the property. My name is Edmond and he is Alison. It's true scary story. This all started in the Philippines when I was eight, my grandparents who built the house during the war. After it was built, my parents lived there. We were there until I was sixteen. The house was so huge and old. We have two floors, two living rooms, one downstairs and one upstairs, and we had a huge staircase. I would constantly get creeped out by the staircase, even during the daytime. My mom would have helpers. We call them angels back around from here in Canada, they're called mates. None of them would least, they would complain that in the middle of the night they would have noises in the kitchen. They would check up on it, thinking someone was there. None of them lasted long and my mom didn't know what to do. She tried blessing the house. Have a priest come there every other month, blessing it nothing worth. My dad went off the work off country. My mom would wear great yard ships. It was just me and my six siblings. I would constantly encounter a child. I think it was a boy. I didn't know back then. I was certain it was a child. One time I was walking up the stairs. It was a ten PM. When I was in the middle of the stairs, I heard someone calling, not by my name, but it was It was calling me like that. It was a child's voice. I fez up in the middle of the stairs. I really hated sleeping in my room. It was huge. I felt like someone was watching me, especially during nighttime. Every time my mom tells me, oh, let's all sleep in the living room. I was so happy about it. I went to my room. I shared my room my two other sisters. The bunk bed where I share with my sister was on the opposite side of the room. I sleep on top and she sleeps on the bottom. My eldest sister's bed, Nina, it was also on the other side. I got my sister's bed, pulled it up. As soon as I turned around to face the door, I saw a child caroled up on my second eldest sister's bed, the bottom one. I froze there, daring at it. It was black. It was girled up facing me, but I couldn't see the face. He was looking his knees. I ran out crying to my mom as, saying, there's a kid on Elissa's bed, Please do something about it. They all went to my room. They didn't see anything. There was this other time we were all sitting on the dinner table, Nina. She told me I was about to sit on one of the chairs. She yelled at me, say no, don't sit there. Someone sit and I was like, what, there's no one sitting there. I nodged it off. I thought she was just trying to scare me. I sat next to her. After a couple of hours, I went back downstairs again. It was just me. I was awake. I was going to grab a drink of water. I accidentally bumped onto the table, making the cup fall. It was a glass cup, and I picked it up. I put it back there, and I thought it was so odd that the angels would leave the cup there. I was like, whatever, grab my cup on upstairs. And as soon as I was about to climb upstairs, I heard the glass fall. I remember vividly. There were no windows open, there were no fans or acon. I ran upstairs. My siblings were so used to hearing things fall or someone calling us when it's just us. We knew it wasn't there was because it would be the voice of my aunts and uncles when they were in America. We thought it was just normal hearing these things because my neighbors would tell me we experienced some of that things here on our house. So we were like, yeah, it's fine. There's a saying in the Philippines. If you acknowledge it, the stronger it would get, so we pretend it wasn't there. My siblings and I, even when we're together playing, we would hear someone calling us, not by our names, but goes, and we would get creeped out. We would hear the voices of them calling us downstairs when we're upstairs, or the room next to us, even though it's empty. My third encounter with the kid, I was eating in the dinner table. It was dinnertime. Next to the dinner table was a hallway, a long hallway to the laundry room. We have this weird battery charger. It would constantly blink red or green. I had a feeling of someone watching me down that hallway in the longer room, the room was pitch black. All you could see is the red light blinking. I quickly turned around. I saw a kid peeking through the door. It was a Japanese boy. He had a pale face and didn't have any eyes. It was just pure black, no expression at all. I started crying. My sister shake me, saying, okay, what's wrong. What's wrong. I pointed at the hallways, seem like there's a kid there. My siblings were hesitant. One of the angels went over there, opened the license and there's nothing there. And for the rest of the niety left the lights open. Because I was crying so hard, I know something was there. My other encounter, it was at the dinner table. I was eating. When I looked down, I saw a kid looking directly at me, holding onto my knees. When I quickly looked back up, it was gone. At this point, I was around twelve or fifteen. I just brushed it up. It's been happening in my whole life. We've been seeing things that would just run across the room. Only I encountered the child. Allison's story continues right after this stay with us. The reason why I'm confident it was a child my aunt before she flew to America. She had her friend come over and she didn't know she was a medium, someone that can see, goes and contact the dead. When she entered the house, she felt dread. She was overwhelmed with sadness. She said, there are spirits here. One is a child, one is a woman, and one is a man. She felt creeped out. She didn't know what to do. That's why I know what I was seeing. My sister Nina, she encountered the woman the day before my mom's birthday, around October twenty seven. The night before, she was downstairs in back home. We call it Terrys. It's just a huge backyard, it says, stairs where people can get around. Think of it as a living room, but it's more spacious. There was a glass door, a huge glass door and wall connecting the main living room and as Terrys. It was around ten pm. All my siblings were upstairs. We had another maid. Her name was it was at Debecca. She was in charge of taking care of my little brother Gabby, because he was still a kid. Back then my sister Nina I was downstairs fixing all the party stuff. She was hanging up balloons on the ceiling banners, and at the corner of her eye she saw at Tobecca. It was odd because all she was wearing it was all dark. She was wearing black clothes, and she noticed she had only three fingers. She was staring directly at my sister. She looked just like at Tobecca. She didn't bother with her. She went on shrugging it off. She slammed herself onto the glass door, and my sister stopped. It wasn't strong enough to make the glashing, but she would hear it. It was strong enough that you could hear it. My sister looked at her and said, what are you doing. There's a door right there if you want to walk through it. She got annoyed, more than scared. When she went back onto doing the decorations. Second time she slammed herself full body onto the glass. She got more irritated. She said, what are you doing. There's a door right there at the back if you want to walk through it. She pointed at it, but the girl wasn't looking at anything else but my sister direct eye contact. The third time was after a couple of minutes. It was so hard that she said the glass shaped to the point it almost broke. My sister got so mad she ran. She ran through the door and it was gone. She was then creeped out and went did the maid's room. It was on the first floor. They were all wearing pink and bright colors, and they said, like, have you seen at Tobecca. No, she is upstairs taking care of Gabby. She said, that's impossible because she was just downstairs watching me do the decorations. They were also confused. She went upstairs and at Topeca was upstairs in my mom's room. She was wearing a light blue shirt pink pants. She got so scared she started telling my siblings and Tobacco that I saw you just downstairs wearing black. You had three fingers. She's like, what are you talking about. Another occasion when my mom started believing us is when Gabby was four or five, he saw the woman again. This time he was at Tobecca again by the staircase. They were walking upstairs. Gaby told at Tobecca to stop and move because there's a woman walking upstairs at Tobecca. Got so scared, picked up Gabby and ran upstairs. Old my mom that your son is seeing things. That's when my mom was like, yeah, no, we're done. We're done. This was a week before my uncle visit us from America. They talked about it. Peopuilt another house somewhere far from here. We went to Project six and at the new house, it felt like a huge weight from my back was gone. I didn't feel like being watched any more. I felt like as if didn't need to worry so much or be scared around the house before we left, the woman and really made herself know that she was there. It wasn't my experience, but there was a picture of it. I wished I had that picture. In the downstairs living room, we had a huge mirror. You know when you go inside a ballet's dance room and there's a huge mirror just like that. We had one of those. Next to it is all pictures of my aunts and uncles when they were children. One of the things that were standing out of it was a statue of a woman sitting down and a man playing a harp. Becca was taking pictures of herself on that mirror. She screamed so loud that my Nina and the other maid ran downstairs, like what happened? What happened? She was crying hysterically, saying, there was someone next to me. There was a woman. It was a picture of an old Japanese woman. Next to her, all you could see was her face. My sister and the other maid tried to take pictures again, exact same posts and where. She was thinking that they were just trying to pant them and no, it was next to her a woman with a pale face with red lipstick. She had no eyes, it was just dark. It was the traditional Japanese woman makeup. I know this is because me and my younger brother Miguel were rough playing in the maid's room and Becca was there. She said like, if you don't stop, this girl will take you. She showed a picture of it. At first we were confused and laughing, like, yeah, you're just scaring that. That's not real, She told us, and go ask the other maid and your sister. We went up to our sister and we asked, and she told us the story. I still remember the picture of that woman. It was very terrifying. I asked Beca if she would ever delete the pictures. She said no. She believed that if you delete the picture, you would set the spirit free. And what's stopping it from haunting here was that picture. So after that we finished tracking up and left. Everyone left. My uncle put it up to sale and there were new people that moved in into that house. I just came back from visiting my aunts and uncles in the US. I asked them, how's the house going. They told me the new owners were complaining about it. They just moved out to it's just taking At this point, no one wants to buy it. My grandpa was an architect. He built over a dumping side of Japanese corpses. He told me after we all moved out. If you have a story to share, head on over to true scarystory dot com and fill out the form for at free episodes and more. Try out scary plus dot com for free to get in touch. 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