scary stories about supernatural beings

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My First Brush With The
Unknown

My
first brush with the unknown happened when I was about three years old.
I don't know why it happened but there were two consecutive episodes
that introduced me early in life into the mystical and supernatural
world of the paranormal.

The
first incident was after the death of my grandmother, Lola Titay, back
in 1971. The announcement of her death coincided with one of the worse
typhoons ever to hit Olongapo that time. I don't remember its name but
it brought so much damage and destruction. I remember of flying roofs
and uprooted trees and waist-deep floodwater. The whole family had to go
to the province of Nueva Ecija in Bertese, Quezon to get ready for the
funeral and burial.

It
was my visit to this place that started a lot of mysteries that has
happened in my life since. I can only recount what happened as related
to me by my mother as I was still too young to remember all the details
but I did have vague memories of the events. Life in the barrio was very
different than in the city. First, there was still no electricity that
time so they used candles for illumination at night. However, there was
no need for them during the day. So I found it really odd to smell burnt
candles on the first day we arrived. Not only that, but the scent of
Sampaguita flower also permeated the house.

The
most unusual thing about this whole incident was that I had no idea at
such a young age what death is all about. So while all of them were
mourning around the coffin I would be going around wandering in every
room of the house and in the backyard. It didn't occur to me then what
it meant to lose my grandmother because to me, she was still around.
That's right, I could see her every now and then in different parts of
the house. She stands there wearing a white baro at saya and smiling at
me. She didn't talk to me though. Another unusual thing that I hardly
bothered to worry about whenever I see her was that each encounter was
ephemeral in nature. One minute I would see her and the next she would
be gone.

Now
I kept all of these to myself and never told anyone - yet. That incident
happened when we were about to leave Bertese to go back to Olongapo.
Saying goodbyes to our relatives we were leaving behind, I was waving my
hand to my Lola Titay who was with them sending us off. Somebody must
have noticed me waving at an empty space and asked nonchalantly,
"Who are you waving to, bunso?" to which I replied
"Lola" and at that moment everyone froze and looked at me.
Somebody said, "No, your Lola is gone now." I said, " But
she's right there" and pointing again to the direction where there
was nothing but air. At that point they finally realized what was
happening and a lot of them had the goose bumps. That was my first
encounter with the paranormal. The second one happened soon afterwards
when we got back home in Olongapo.

My
second brush with the unknown is equally perturbing. It happened within
the same year that my Lola Titay died. Its been said by the old folks
that a few gifted people have been given the rare chance to be able to
see with a third eye what the average people cannot see - an entirely
different dimension not seen by the natural world, the world of the
supernatural, of elves and fairies and goblins. One doesn't have to
necessarily believe that they exist but not to do so doesn't make them
go away either.

We
used to live in a very old house which according to my mother was built
way back in the 1940's. We lived in that old Spanish-styled house for
five years before my parents decided to have it demolished and erected a
new bungalow in 1972. And for good reason. The house had a history of
unexplained phenomenon that nobody really knew about except for me. No,
the house is not haunted at all. At least, not as far as my parents are
concerned. There is no ghostly apparitions to speak of. Well, actually,
its not haunted by ghosts, but by "little people" we know as
the duwendes.

The
reason for this is quite simple. In the backyard where there used to be
a deep balon (well) and just beside an old acacia tree lies a small hump
of earth that has been locally known most especially in the olden days
as "nuno sa punso." It was a common belief by the old folks
that such particular spots are resided by the notorious elves - some
kind of spirit beings who possess unusual powers. They are invisible to
the naked eye but every once in a while allow themselves to be seen by
other people. Or they might assume the form of an unassuming animal or
insect like a white rabbit or a white butterfly, for instance.

Not
everybody has seen one except for what has been depicted in the fairy
tales and the movies. That is, if you don't count me. You see, I was
given the privilege to see some of them for one short instance when I
was still a young boy. I will never forget that day. I woke up that
morning from the banig where we slept during that time when the mattress
was then considered a luxury. My parents were still asleep and I was the
only one up. In our room, there was a huge aparador (drawer dresser)
with a life-size mirror. Normally, I would be seeing my reflection in
the mirror but to my surprise I didn't. Instead I saw these colorful
people who were about the same height as I was then but only, they are
way much older. They wear these funny-looking clothes that I have never
seen before.

One
was wearing green outfit and the other one red. They wore some kind of
weird cap that somehow seemed connected to the rest of their costume.
And its true how they depicted them in the movies for I distinctly
noticed their pointed ears and their noses too were unusually chiseled.
And I cannot forget the texture of their skin. They were
olive-complexioned but the skin seemed like that of rubber. One of them
sported a beard while the other was clean-shaven.

For
what seemed like a long time I just stood there, frozen, with my mouth
open and staring at them for I have never seen such beautiful
"creatures" before. And beyond them in the background of what
used to be a mirror was filled with an entirely different view of an
enchanting place I have never been to before. The mirror turned into
what seemed like a portal to a different dimension into which I was
gazing and these little elves were calling and urging me to come in.
They were talking to me in a language I cannot understand. It may be
Latin for all I know but to me its definitely unintelligible.

After
I recovered from my initial surprise I actually warmed up to them and
was at this point seriously contemplating on taking a step towards their
direction. I was enticed by what one of them was offering which to me
appeared like a ball but its glowing and changing colors every so often.
I can't seem to take my eyes off it as if I'm being hypnotized. Finally,
I began to take a step towards them. I didn't know what's going to
happen if I entered into their world but being so young I didn't give
much thought into it. Then before I could take the next step my mother
turned and made a sound and this distracted me. I looked down at her and
at that moment her eyes opened. When I looked up again I just saw myself
in the mirror.

I
didn't tell anyone about this experience. Probably because it seemed
like just a dream to me. But in my heart I knew that it really did
happen. That was the one and only time that I saw the duwendes. They
didn't show themselves to me anymore. But that was enough experience for
me to know that they really exist. Ever since, whenever I pass or come
across the punso I always mutter to myself, "tabi-tabi po" or
as my mother would say in her dialect, "bari-bari apo." This
is my encounter with the elves. Do you believe it?

Edgar
Millan

The Legend
of Maria Karamot Part 1

Once there lived beside the sea a couple named Juan and Juana. For a
long time they were childless. When Juana was at last with child, they
were quite happy. But in her pregnancy, Juana would become very restless
if she did not have milkfish to eat every day. So one afternoon, when
Juan failed to catch any milkfish, he became very sad. Suddenly, Juan
heard his name called. He was greatly surprised when he looked down and
saw a shiny milkfish wearing a crown. The milkfish identified himself as
the King of Fishes and he asked Juan: "Why do you fish only for
milkfish?" Juan told him the reason, and his sorrow at the
moment.

The King of Fishes pitied Juan and promised "I’ll give you plenty
of milkfish everyday. But in return, you are to deliver your coming
child to me when it turns seven years old." Because it was already
getting dark and since milkfish was becoming scarce that season, Juan
finally agreed. The King of Fishes was true to his word. Even after
Juana had given birth, Juan continued to bring home milkfish from the
sea. Their child was a lovely girl with very black hair. They loved her
and were very happy with her. They called her Maria. When Maria turned
seven, Juan went to see the King of Fishes and begged him: "Have
pity on us. Can’t you possibly release me from my promise? We love
Maria very much, and we can’t bear to part with her." But the
King of Fishes was firm, saying "A promise is a promise." With
a heavy heart, Juan went home. Since that day, the couple and Maria
never went near the sea.

But one day, while Juan was on the farm and Juana was
doing the laundry in the river, there came a big wonderful boat. The
people immediately flocked to the shore to see it. Maria was alone at
the time and was looking out the window. She became curious and joined
the rest on the shore. While she was watching the wonderful boat, a big
wave rushed up and dragged her to the sea. Immediately, the neighbors
told her parents of the incident. Juan and Juana ran to the shore but
they were too late. Maria was gone! Every evening after that, the couple
would stand by the shore and stare at the deep. They kept hoping that
Maria would return. Years passed and still they failed to see her. But
one moonlight night, there appeared before the old couple a lovely
creature. She had very long black hair, but — while half of her body
was that of a beautiful girl, the other half was that of a milkfish.
Then they knew that it was Maria, now a mermaid.

Edgar
Millan

The Legend
of Maria Karamot Part 2

Maria
grew up to be a very beautiful woman with long black hair and expressive
set of brown eyes. She cannot remember that she once was human for the
King of Fishes took away all trace of her memory when she was taken
suddenly many years ago. She grew up with other mermaids of her kind at
the bottom of the sea who took care of raising her as their own. But
every full moon she would rise up to the surface to admire the beauty of
the earth which she found herself unexplainably drawn into.

The
King of Fishes noticed Maria's restlessness and tried to cheer her up by
promising to grant whatever wish she wanted. "I would like to be
able to walk like the humans," she asked in earnest. The King of
Fishes replied, "I will grant your request to walk like the humans
but only while the moon is full." And so it was that Maria was able
to walk on the "pampang" during full moon. It was during one
of her walks that she stumbled upon a young man who was walking alone in
the night. She was not aware of her nakedness and the man was surprised
to see her. He didn't seem to mind her nakedness too but instead asked
her who she was and where she was going. That was the start of the
friendship between Maria and her male acquaintance whose name she later
discovered as Ramon. Unbeknownst to her, he was in fact, a siokoy - a
male sea creature sent by the King of Fishes.

Their
friendship quickly blossomed into a romantic relationship and not long
afterward Maria conceived and gave birth to a healthy baby boy who
looked very much like his father. They were very happy and would often
swim together especially on bright moonlit nights. Maria forgot her
sadness and was completely happy. One night when the full moon was
incredibly bright yellow in color, Maria was aghast to see a crowd of
fishermen gathering around a huge fishnet where to their surprise they
have caught a most amazing creature - a boy covered with fish scales and
terribly distraught. Maria hid herself behind the bushes where she saw
the fishermen lift their prize catch to the shore. To her great shock
and horror, they started to hit the creature with their paddles and
sticks until the poor thing stopped moving. Maria saw everything but
cannot believe what happened. They killed her little boy.

Sometime
at midnight, the people of the small fishing village were awakened by an
eerie wailing coming from out of the sea. It was so haunting and
spine-tingling that nary a soul was able to get to sleep for the rest of
the night. The following morning, the villagers were shocked to discover
the lifeless body of one of the fishermen along the seashore. His body
bore scratch marks all over. He apparently drowned the night before
while relieving himself after a drinking session with his friends.

Thus
the legend began of Maria Karamot as she was henceforth known because
her victims bore scratch marks in their bodies. Every now and then, the
sea will claim its next drowning victim for no logical explanation.
Sometimes, excursionists and out-of-town vacationers will for no reason
become the next unwitting victim of the pristine and inviting sea that
carries with it the sorrows and pains of a grieving mother still trying
to understand why her child was taken away from her.

Edgar
Millan

About the Author

Edgar
Millan is a native of Olongapo City and presently residing in Leamington,
Ontario with his wife Gemma. He graduated from the University of the
Philippines in 1990 finishing B.S. Agriculture. He migrated to Canada in
1995 and presently works as a production manager for a Belgian company
involved with biological systems. He is an aspiring freelance writer who
with his wife is active in church and volunteers in worthwhile
activities in their community. He is presently writing a collection of
short stories and poems for future publication. Edgar is one of the
three ZambalesForum (ZF2) discussion group moderators.

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