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totoo ba tlga who someone explain bakit di nlng kulamin ang mga kurap?

The rain had been falling over Manila since sunset.

Not heavy enough to flood the streets yet—just the steady kind that made everything feel wet, dim, and exhausted. Jeepneys hissed through puddles below. Neon signs flickered over closed sari-sari stores. Somewhere in the distance, a karaoke machine kept trying to sing through bad speakers before cutting into static again.

You sat alone inside your apartment with every light turned on.

You haven’t slept in almost two days.

The electric fan clicked weakly from the corner of the room. Your television played an old noon-time show on mute, its colors washing pale against the walls.

3:17 AM.

Then came the knocking.

Tok. Tok. Tok.

Soft.

Child-sized.

You stopped breathing.

Another three knocks.

Not from the front gate downstairs.

From the apartment door itself.

Slowly, you stood from the couch, knees shaking. You walked toward the peephole without making a sound.

A little girl stared back at you.

Maybe six years old.

Wet black hair stuck against her cheeks. Translucent green raincoat. Barefoot.

Smiling.

You stumbled backward instantly, covering your mouth with both hands.

Behind her, farther down the dim hallway of the apartment building, stood two boys under the flickering fluorescent light.

Also smiling.

The girl tilted her head slightly.

Waiting.

You kept your hands firmly against your mouth.

Immediately, her smile disappeared.

Her face became completely blank.

Not angry. Not sad.

Just empty.

You felt your stomach twist.

That was the rule.

As long as you covered your mouth, they stopped.

The moment you lowered your guard, they tried to kiss you.

And once they did—

you died.

Not right away.

That was the terrifying part.

A call center agent in Makati got kissed and died four days later after suddenly swerving his motorcycle into a truck on EDSA.

A student from Sampaloc had a stroke in the middle of class.

An old man in Tondo simply never woke up.

Different deaths. Same smile.

You knew because you had seen the first kiss happen himself.

Three nights ago on the LRT.

A tired office worker had fallen asleep beside him near Recto Station while rain hammered against the train windows.

Then you noticed a little boy standing between the train doors.

Barefoot. Pale. Smiling.

Nobody else reacted.

The boy walked calmly toward the sleeping man and climbed onto the seat beside him.

You couldn’t move.

The child leaned forward and gave the office worker the smallest kiss on the lips.

Smack.

Gentle.

Almost innocent.

The man woke up confused.

The child looked directly at you and smiled wider.

The next morning, you saw the office worker’s face shared online: MAN FALLS FROM CONDOMINIUM IN PASIG.

Since then, the children followed you everywhere.

In crowded palengkes. Reflections on jeepney windows. Outside 7-Eleven glass doors at midnight.

Always smiling.

Always patient.

Tok. Tok. Tok.

You flinched violently.

The knocking had moved.

Now it came from the window beside the fire escape.

You turned slowly.

The girl in the raincoat stood outside six floors above the street, rain dripping from her hood, smiling through the glass.

Below her, Manila glowed wet and orange in the storm.

“How did you get there…” you whispered.

The girl leaned closer.

You pressed your hands tighter over your mouth.

Instantly—

blank face again.

The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed loudly.

Then flickered.

You backed toward the kitchen.

Your phone vibrated suddenly on the table.

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

You answered shakily.

A tired male voice whispered:

“Don’t let them kiss you.”

Static crackled.

Your throat tightened. “Who are you?”

“I lasted eleven days.”

Silence.

Then:

“They wait until you’re tired.”

The line died.

The apartment lights flickered once more.

Then it went out completely.

Darkness swallowed the room.

Outside, thunder rolled over the city.

Your breathing became ragged through your nose. You kept both hands pressed desperately over your mouth as you reached blindly for your phone flashlight.

Click.

The beam illuminated the living room.

Empty.

Then lower.

Tiny wet footprints crossed the tiles.

Toward the hallway.

You backed away slowly.

The flashlight trembled violently in your hand.

At the end of the hallway stood three children shoulder-to-shoulder.

Smiling.

Rainwater dripped from their clothes onto the floor.

The smallest boy held a dirty Santo Niño statue against his chest.

All three stared at you without blinking.

Waiting.

Not forcing.

Never forcing.

That was the worst thing about them.

You could fight a killer. Run from a monster.

But exhaustion always won eventually.

Your hands slipped. Your body relaxed. You forgot for one second.

And that was enough.

The children took one synchronized step forward.

You whimpered behind his hands.

The boy holding the Santo Niño suddenly spoke in a soft cheerful voice:

“Pagod ka na.”

You’re tired now.

Your eyes filled with tears instantly.

The flashlight flickered weakly.

The children smiled wider.

Outside, somewhere far below, a jeepney horn echoed through the rain-soaked streets of Manila.

Then the flashlight died.

Context: I had a dream. And made a short story about it since hindi ako makamove-on sa panaginip na yun. Kailangan ko lang ilabas.

Hi! I wanna share this with y’all. This happened in December 2021. Me, my mom, and my best friend booked a hotel in Tagaytay.

When we first went inside, it felt really eerie. As a girl who can usually sense if there’s something in the room that we can’t see, I felt it immediately. Even the hallways and the elevator felt off — the elevator door opened on the 6th floor even though no one was there.

In our room, the sliding door to the shower closed on its own. It happened twice. At first I didn’t want to start ranting to my mom and friend about it, but they felt it too.

When we went to the rooftop, it was very eerie. It felt like someone was whispering in our ears. We felt everything. Then my friend reached out to me, saying that some of her colleagues had stayed there the month after we went, and someone had taken their life on the rooftop.

We also saw ate janitress on the rooftop and asked her if there was really something in this place. She said that just that same week, someone had taken their life on the rooftop, which was what my friend had said. Actually, there were two — one the week before, and then the other followed. She also showed us the candles on the other side of the rooftop where it happened.

Tbh, when I felt it, it felt heavy rather than like dark spirits. So we sent prayers on the rooftop after.

May naniniwala ba dito sa kulam/barang?

If yes, why?

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Context: Yung pinsan ko na F16 one month na pabalik balik sa hospital dahil sa pananakit ng tiyan. Ngayon yung sister ko na medtech nagagalit na kasi ipunta nalang daw sa Manila para mas magandang hospitals and doctors makatingin sakanya. Nasa province kasi yung mother side fam namin.

Tapos yung mga tita namin naniniwala na kinulam na daw talaga yung bata (which is hindi kami naniniwala kasi sabi namin may scientific explanations yan) pero kasi sabi ng tita namin complete na pati lahat ng tests nagawa na - ultrasound, endoscopy, lab tests. Wala talagang problema. Na confine na rin siya for 2 weeks.

So ang tinetake ng bata ay pain relievers lang. at tuwing gabi lang daw talaga sumasakit yung tiyan pero buto't kalansay na kasi yung pinsan ko.

Ngayon, pinunta nila sa albularyo. Sabi ng albularyo ay kinukulam daw yung bata dahil yung mangkukulam ay inggit at gusto malagas ang pera ng pamilya namin (mother side). And sabi ay may babae daw na nagbibigay ng food para doon sa bata habang may sakit. Ngayon merong babae na (kapitbahay at asawa ng pinsan ng mga tita ko) ayun ang suspect na mangkukulam daw kasi noong nasa hospital yung pinsan ko nagpapadala daw siya food like lugaw at sopas.

And naalala ng mother ng pinsan ko na yung babae daw na yun may sinabi siya noon na "buti ka pa may mga hipag ka at kapatid na nasa ibang bansa at mayayaman na tumutulong sayo kaya kahit di ka magtrabaho. Habang ako walang maasahan".

Tapos kahapon daw sabi ng mga tita ko pabiro sa babae na baka pinaglilihian mo itong bata. Lawayan mo nga (kasi sabi ng albularyo ipalaway daw yung tiyan nung bata sa babae) sabi nung babae "hindi ako mangkukulam!" Nagalit daw siya. Which is weird daw kasi wala naman daw silang sinabi na mangkukulam siya.

Hello! Im 26F. Since December in and out na ako ng ospital. Lagi akong na e-er sa sobrang sakit ng tyan tipong di ako makatayo at ang higa ko ay parang hipon (yung baluktot)

Anyway, my workmate suggested na magpatawas. Nung una in denial pa ako. Kako sino naman gagawa sakin ng kulam or ng kung ano man.

Come May, in and out uli ako ng er. Same reason, sakit ng tyan, super lalim at dilim na eyebags, mahinang katawan, walang ganang kumain. Take note, I do run everyday minimum ay 12km so maayos ang lifestyle ko. Mapili rin ako sa pagkain, di ma fastfood.

Same same, laboratories, ecg, ultrasound, lahat walang makita. They're all clear. Maganda laboratory ko. Malinis ang tyan ko, no stones, as in wala. ECG is normal for someone who has an active life style.

Hanggang sa naalala ko payo ng co-worker ko. Nagpatawas ako sa kakilala namin. Im from Cainta Rizal pala. So ayun dun nakita na kinulam/kinukulam ako ng dalawang babae. Nung una nahilo pa ako kasi di talaga ako makapaniwala na makukulam ako. Naniniwala ako sa kulam, sadyang di ako makapaniwala na ako yung naging target.

Sa mga nakaranas ng ganto, pano naka recover katawan nyo? I am in sooo much pain. As in. Tipong pati takip ng mineral water na 500ml di ko mabuksan. Ganun ako kahina ngayon.

just curious, what is it like for someone who can see ghosts? like how do u ignore them or how did u get used to seeing them, lil what did it feel? thank you

Gusto ko lang malaman kung nasasarado/nawawala ba talaga completely ang sixth sense, kasi di ko naman kilala yung nakita ko dati nung bata ako.

Storytime:

I was around 6 years old that time, naglalaro ako mag isa sa kwarto namin. Nililibang sarili, kasi ako lang nagiisang bata sa household namin. Ang kwarto namin, pag labas mo nasa right side ang hagdan na paikot, at railings. Maikling hallway, mga 5 steps lang kwarto naman ng lola ko.

Nagtatatalon ako sa kama namin nang biglang may kumatok, pag bukas ko ng pinto tito ko pala, nasa may hagdan lang siya nun, nilusot kamay sa railings para kumatok. Di ko pinansin kasi pinagttripan lang ako, balik ako sa paglalaro.

Maya maya, may kumatok uli. Naasar pa ko sa tito ko, kaya nung bubuksan ko na pinto, napasabi pa ko ng “ano ba” kaso natigil ako agad, kasi pagbukas ko ng pinto, batang lalaki yung nasa harap ko.

Nakatitig siya sakin. Nakabarong siyang puti. Medyo grey na yung kulay niya. Sobrang putla ng labi niya. Di ko siya kilala, isa lang namn pinsan ko that time, babae rin at nasa probinsya. Eh nasa Manila ako.

Nung nag sink in na sakin na di ko siya kilala, at halatang di siya tao, sinarado ko pinto sabay bilang ng 1, 2, 3, tapos takbo pababa. 😭

Simula nun hindi na ako nakakaramdam, lalong hindi na nakakakita. Hindi ko na winiwish na makakita ako, kaya gusto ko malaman kung completely ba nasasara yun.

At alam kong totoo yung nakita ko kasi after that, nag bakasyon kaming family sa province, so binigyan namin ng susi yung relatives namin para in case of emergency at para kumuha ng stocks sa business namin before.

Yung isang relative namin, kukuha na nga ng stock. Pagbukas nya ng pinto, nakita nya may nagpapakain ng mga isda namin sa aquarium. Batang lalaki. Nagkagulatan sila, tumakbo raw paakyat yung batang lalaki 😅😩 eh wala ngang tao sa bahay namin kasi lahat kami umalis. Hahaha

Personal experience ko
Highschool pa ako noon naisip ko sumilip sa bintana(Jalousie) kasi may liwanag ako naaaninag, bigla may batang naka toga sa harapan ko 2 feet lang ang layo, bintana lang ang pagitan namin, wala syang glow effect parang tao talga pero and difference lumulutang sya at ndi nag s-sway ang mga kamay, ndi kita ang muka dahil naka takip ng buhok nya (oo parang sadako)

Initial Reaction
Lahat ng balahibo ko tumaas, hanggang sa ulo ko naramdaman ko. Para akong kinuryente ndi ako makagalaw ndi ako makasigaw. Nakagalaw lang ako nung lumiko na sya sa kanto ng bahay nmin.
Nung na experience ko un naalala ko ung mga scene sa the ring, what if directly sya pumunta sakin? baka atakihin ako sa puso.

Un lang ung bukod tanging event na naka encounter ako sa multo s buong buhay ko.

Genuine curiosity lang talaga to and sana may sense yung tanong ko.

Napapansin ko kasi na halos lahat ng stories ng mga nagpapatingin sa albularyo/healer, ang diagnosis lagi is “may kumulam sayo” or “may inggit sayo” etc. Wala pa akong naririnig na “wala namang kumukulam sayo, baka may sakit ka lang talaga” or something along those lines and wala pa din akong naririnig na pinauwi dahil wala naman talaga makita na may kumukulam.

Naniniwala naman ako sa kulam-related beliefs, pero curious lang ako bakit parang matic na ganun agad yung sinasabi. Possible kaya na part siya ng pag-prove na “legit” yung healer? Like kailangan ba may makita/masabi silang kulam para masabing effective or tunay sila?

Again, hindi ito pang-bash or pang-disrespect. Genuine curiosity lang talaga and gusto ko maintindihan bakit parang common pattern siya.

PS. This is also based on my family’s experience. We had a relative before na matagal pabalik-balik sa hospital kasi hindi ma-diagnose kung ano talaga yung sakit niya, so ang dami rin naming nilapitan na albularyos/healers (as a last resort). Lahat sila iisa yung sinabi — na may kumulam daw. Unfortunately, hindi rin naman siya gumaling sa mga healers na pinuntahan namin, so as a very last resort again bumalik kami sa hospital. Eventually, na-identify din yung actual illness niya and gumaling naman siya after proper treatment.

I live in QC, pero that time nasa Bulacan ako kasi dun ako nagstay sa kaibigan ko ng ilang araw. Galing kami sa galaan and nasa sasakyan kami, gabi na nun. Lobat phone ko at tulog kaibigan ko kaya nakatingin lang ako sa bintana ng sasakyan.

Hindi nagtagal parang bumigat yung pakiramdam ko, kinakabahan na ang sakit sa chest. Yung parang lumulubog puso mo. My gut was telling me na something wasn’t right, may mali. I tried to shrug it off and natulog. Pero hindi ako makatulog.

Nasa Caloocan na yata kami that time, mas lalong bumigat yung feeling. Inopen ko yun sa kaibigan ko tapos binigyan nya ako ng white flower, kumalma lang daw ako kasi baka gutom na ako. May mali na talaga eh, nasesense ko na.

So pagkarating namin sa bahay nila, I went upstairs to charge my phone tas naghilamos. Pagkabalik ko sa kwarto, nakailang missed calls na si mama. Inopen ko yung notification, nasa Bulacan daw siya kasi patay na tito ko.

Hindi ko alam bakit bigla nalang pumasok sa isip ko tong thought na to habang naka tambay during lunch break, siguro dahil na nunuod ako ng mga trailers ng upcoming na horror movies sa yt.

Pero, may nakaka tanda ba, or naka basa either dito sa reddit or twitter ng isang istorya.
Sa pag kakatanda ko, post ito ng isang tao, kung saan meron siyang kaibigan na nag imbita sa kanilang grupo ng mag kakaibigan sa kanilang probinsya para sa isang festival / yearly kaugalian na kung saan merong mga participants na sasailalim umano sa isang supernatural challenge, at kapag napag tagumapayan nila ito ay ma bibigyan sila ng kapangyarihan (parang sa panggagamot ata, di ko na matandaan clearly). Pero kapag di sila nag tagumpay ay malaki ang kapalit nito.

At yung poster, sa dulo ng post niya ni reveal na di nagtagumpay yung friend nila at currently catatonic nalang siya pati yung ibang di nag tagumpay sa challenge.

Sobrang na ngati lang utak ko kaka try matandaan.... baka lang may nakaka tanda or naka encounter nung story na yun. just out of curiosity. Otherwise, pwede ko naman din i post yung mga naging experience ko with the paranormal.

Thank you 😃

Di ako sure if tama ba ang tag na premonition o baka mas better yung unexplained events, either one works for this story eh. Also apologies since I'm gonna share the story in English, insecure pa ako sa Tagalog ko as a southie.

In my former job, I got pretty close with my supervisor as we had similar tastes in music. He was a guy in his late 40s I think, with two daughters. He shared this story during a drinking session with me and other coworkers.

It started when he was a teenager. He and his parents lived in a subdivision where kids played in the streets and entered each other's houses with no worries, you know, the good old days, when things were much safer.

He remembers one event where they were having a party in the house, and the neighborhood kids started gathering around their refrigerator. Way he described it, it was an old type of giant metal super-heavy fridge that for some reason was placed on top of this huge rubber tyre. The kids were peering under the fridge, and when he asked them why, they said there was a little boy hiding in there. He wasn't surprised as he himself and the rest of his family sometimes sees this little boy, apparently a harmless ghost. Like 3-5 years old, longish hair like little kids before their first haircut, and always dressed in a white sando and pants rolled up to the knees. They'd never see his face clearly, just a vague figure running almost past the field of vision.

They'd keep seeing this little ghost boy every now and then, running around the house and disappearing into thin air. They got so used to it that it wasn't even a topic of conversation anymore when they'd see him.

This kinda continued until he reached his 20s/30s and got married, had his first daughter, and they inherited his parents' house and lived there. Around that time, the sightings of the little ghost boy kinda dwindled, but he didn't really think too much of it as family concerns took up more of his brain space.

Some years later he and his wife had their second daughter. At this point the little ghost boy was never really seen anymore, and he barely even thought about the whole thing. One day when his second daughter was already a toddler, he had to go to the nearby sari-sari to buy stuff, and he decided to bring her. Since it was hot, he dressed her in a white sando, and because she liked to run but would trip a lot, he dressed her in long pants but folded the legs up to the knees so if she fell, she wouldn't get her knees skinned.

After he dressed her, she got up and started running around, and as he watched her, chills ran all over his body as he realized that the little ghost boy he saw all those times before was, in fact, a premonition of his second daughter.

It's me again!
I don't know if natanong na ito dito sa sub but i'll ask again anyway.
we all know and heard about the place biringan and/or other fictitious places na mysterious and out of this world. Is someone here na naka-encounter or heard stories na nakapasok sila sa mga places na yan? I'm so interested and nahihiwagaan talaga.
Thank youuu

Edit:
Also, share na rin ano experiences nyo nung nasa loob kayo or nakita nyo sa mga places na yan. hehe

Tagaytay seems to have less ghost stories pero may mga kakilala ako na marami raw nagpaparamdam doon by seeing random people walking sa highway or roads tuwing gabi na akala mo is taga doon lang pero espiritu pala nakikita mo.

Sabi nila this started nung nahanap yung mga buto ng mga sinasabing lost sabungero sa Taal.