REAL HORROR STORIES

LITTLE GIRL

Hi readers, I'm from Catbalogan.But most of my relatives live in Palawan. When I was 10 my parents bought an old rundown property in a town that didn't have too much going on. We bought the house because my parents planned to use it as an investment/holiday house, as it was a short drive away from popular beaches and fishing spots.

The house was incredibly old, as its walls were made of roughly cut stone and dried mud. It had been there a long, long time. The guy who had owned it before us was quite old, lived alone, and apparently did not take anything other than his t.v and an old couch when he left. The only room he used had pornographic posters all over the walls, but that was it.

We stayed at this absolute dump on the weekends, and my parents stayed in the main bedroom, while I and my brother shared a futon in the lounge room. Nothing happened that first night. The following day my parents began knocking down some of the shoddy walls to build them back up. Some had massive cracks and my dad had to use expanding foam to fill them. I was watching him on his ladder when suddenly the ladder jerked out from beneath him to the left, with so much force my dad flew to the right. He blamed it on me, and he wouldn't listen to my explanation.

That night, my brother and I fell asleep on the futon with the t.v on. I woke up, and I remember wondering why I had woken, only to hear very quiet laughs from the kitchen, as well as small, tip-toe-like footsteps creaking across the old lino flooring. I checked the t.v, but strangely the screen was blue, and with no sound. I slept in my parent's room that night.

The next encounter was also after being woken at night. I could hear cars- and quite a lot of them- driving down the street. In my confused state, I thought it was a parade or something? I walked over to the window but as soon as I pulled the curtain the sounds stopped. No echoes, just silence. I went back to the futon, and the sounds continued. Again, I walked to the window to investigate, drew the curtain, silence. Rinse and repeat a couple more times. The laugh echoed from the kitchen. I slept in my parent's bed yet again.

Fast forward a couple of years and we visited the house again after quite a long break from it. I didn't experience anything unusual at night, but apparently, my brother had heard noises from the kitchen but didn't think much of them.

My brother and I decided to help out and pull all the weeds out from the backyard. For some reason right in the middle of the yard was a small garden bed, which was filled with massive bamboo stalks. We pulled them out one by one until only the dirt was left. We kept digging for any leftover roots when our shovel hit something soft. We pulled out a small brown box, and within it was a dress... the style of which did not match the current fashion trends. It looked... old, antique even. Like it had been buried there for over 50 years. We also found shoes, a headband, clips, small toys, and other random items. They all seemed to have belonged to a girl around the ages of 7-10.

For some reason, both my brother and I didn't tell my parents. I stopped visiting that old house. My parents eventually divorced and the place went up for sale and was sold.

I believe to this day that perhaps a little girl had died in that house, or, even worse- was taken and killed at that property and her belongings buried beneath a thick bamboo garden to hide it. I think she was playful, despite all this, and would mess with me by tricking me with sounds and racing away into the kitchen with muffled laughter.

I do not know if the man that had lived there had anything to do with what I experienced or found, and I honestly do not want to find out.

However, I hope that little girl will eventually rest in peace.