One of my 'biggest'
experience happened when I was about 8 years old. I
lived in an old house in Torrance, California at that
time.
My parents were the
ones that told me exactly what happened that fateful
night. According to them, they were awaken by
footsteps outside the house one quiet and warm night.
My dad took out his gun and went outside to look
around. There was no one there. They went back to
bed, thinking nothing of what had just happened.
About a few minutes
later, my mom heard my one-year old little brother
crying. She walked into the bedroom and tried to
quiet him down. Then, she decided to go get some milk
for him. While in the kitchen, she heard laughter and
giggles coming from my brother's room. She rushed
there, with the bottle in her hand, and found my
brother sitting on the floor, apparently
"playing" with some invisible person. She
placed him back into the baby crib and she said she
was totally freaking out. She gives my brother the
bottle and returns to her own bedroom.
In bed, my dad
suddenly said, "Maybe it's your Lola
Suling". My mom was confused and my dad didn't realized what he just said. Lola Suling is my great
grandmother who lived in the Philippines. I was her favorite grandson -- well, that's what I was told.
In the morning, my
grandmother who also lived with Lola Suling called.
She informed us that Lola Suling past away the
previous night. I was next to my mom when she was
answering that phone call. My mom's face went so
pale. So did my dad after mom told him what the phone
call was about.
How did my dad know?
My mom reckoned Lola Suling's spirit wanted to see me
again. But the last time she saw me was when I was
about 2 years old. She probably had mistaken my
brother for me. It's just so spooky.
