Story one:
I was living luxury in the Philippines when I was a little kid so I had my own maid. But sadly, not anymore. >=O Anyways, one of the story that was told to me by my mom and my maid is that when it was midnight, and the three of us are all alone in the house (since my dad already went to the states when I was a kid), they can hear someone taking a shower while humming a song. (And just to tell you, I was a baby back then so my mom and the maid had to sleep with me)

Story two:
The mall. I love the mall. We shopped and shopped and bought clothes, shoes, whatever, and etc. It was already 9PM so we had to go home. On the way home, I noticed that we were passing a school that used to be a graveyard--and, is still now (at the back of the school IS a graveyard). My cousin goes to that school and told me about it. She also told me to close my eyes because sometimes, she sees a girl wearing a white dress and stops at the middle as a car pass by her--but I didn't. There I was, not believing and ghosts and thinking that she was an idiot. But then, I saw the girl who she was talking about. I told the driver to stop (yes, still luxury) but it was too late, the car went pass her. I turned around to look at her but failed to see anything.

Story three:
My cousins and I were chatting with some random dude about some random yet funny stuff. We were laughing so hard, so hard that we didn't even noticed that there was a black out. And yes, we were using a laptop so it didn't shut down--until 3 minutes later. TeeHee. I forgot to charge it, darn. So, obviously, it was so freaking hot. I got hungry. I invited two of my cousins to go with me to a store nearby so we can buy some treats. A few minutes later, we were back. I hurried up to the kitchen and got a bowl to put them in. I sat on my grandmother's rocking chair, hearing my aunt yell at somebody about something. While she was doing that, I tried to find the one who she was talking to but the only thing I saw was a shadow. I stood up, and let go of the bowl to take a closer look. But really, it was just a shadow with no one around. Tell me, how can there be a shadow when there's a black out? Well, yeah, we used a candle and a rechargable light thingamajig but . . whatever! I SAW A FREAKING SHADOW! A SHADOW WHO BELONGS TO UNKNOWN! >;O

Story four:
This story was told by my grandmother. (We were at our grandmother's house) She told us the days when she could walk with no one helping. She also told us some story about our parents when they were little and the story about something else . . . It all started when . . well, I don't remember. TEE HEE. But the main point that I do remember was when one of our family friend wanted a fire for his cigarette. He saw someone across the street who was having one so he crossed the street and asked for a lit. He eventually said thank you and turned around to see some cars passing by and when he turned around to thank him again, the guy was gone.

Story five:
This story happened when I was in third grade, studying at a school that used to be a graveyard/cemetery. We've been practicing our ballet dance for the show. It was the last day of rehearsal since tomorrow would be the day of the play. My mom was waiting for me outside the gates of the school so I hoped that this rehearsal would finish immediately . . . . On the next day, it was the play. The day. I went to a special room for the ballet dancers and got dressed into a cute pink ballet dress. TIME SKIP. . . . 20 minutes before our turn to dance on the stage, one of the ballet dancers wandered around and went to the school rooftop. It was 10PM, really. On the other hand, the other dancers and I were laughing so hard. But then, we heard a loud scream coming from a rooftop. We rushed but I stopped halfway the stairs since I was scared. IT WAS FREAKING DARK THERE--NO LIGHTS! So the other dancers went there without me. I went straight back to the room. I started putting on my makeup and the next thing I knew, the ballet dancer who went up the rooftop was paralyzed. She wasn't able to dance on stage . . . And when she WAS able to move (several hours later), she told us the story. . . . It all began when she heard some marching on the rooftop. She got curious. (Curiousity killed the cat) She went up there, getting more and more curious as she continued to step up the stairs. And there, she saw some soldiers. Soldiers from . . . WWII?!!! And she even said that they were pointing some gun at her--and that was the time when she screamed.