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There was once a time in the past when we had an overnight prayer meeting in our church. Almost all of the church members are inside the church, praying, while some women are in the parsonage preparing something to eat and drink for everyone. It was a cold and dreary night when a phone rang. Everyone was schocked to know that the phone wasn't set for an alarm. Someone called but our barangay doesn't have a mobile signal. The women assumed that it was an act of the some living inside the tree adjacent to the church building.

It was an old mango tree and a lot of people believed that there is someone living in there. They assume that, that someone might have been the cause why the phone rang even wihout mobile signal.

My grandma's house is next to the parsonage, behind it is the old mango tree. There had been a lot of strange things that she observed while living in her house. There was one time when my grandma left her house to visit us. She locked the all the doors. When she came back, the faucet at her kitchen was turned on and the whole house was filled with water. It was daytime and it wasn't raining. She only left the house for minutes and she was sure that she turned off the faucet yet the house was filled with water.

The night after that incident, the ceiling of grandma's house seems to be occupied with lots of organisms. There seems to be running around and someone who has been taking large steps on it.

The next morning, grandma went to the nearest quack doctor who was believed to be efficient in shooing lost spirits away. Grandma's initial plan was to seek some advice on the things that she should and shouldn't do when strange happenings arise again.

True enough, the quack doctor told her that strange spirits has been eyeing my grandma's house and the parsonage to be their headquarters too. They would love a larger space to run around. And so, the quack doctor placed some bottle of "I don't know what is inside" in every corners of grandma's house. After that, the spirits departed the house and they were never observed to be roaming around in that house anymore.

But the parsonage and church were the places where the spirits were observed. There once was a time when our pastor saw a huge black man in the mango tree. The young people also who were sleeping in the church saw half man and half horse creature in the middle of the night while they were heading off to sleep.

I was copied also. My body and my being. I used to live in my grandma's house to accompany her and do some errands for her. So, the young people knows that I lived there and they always see me around. We were friends also. There was a time when they said that they saw me walking to the pathway on my way to the street. They were sure it was me because of the scrunchie that I always use. They keep on calling me by my name. But they say I didn't budge and instead continues walking as if I haven't hear a sound when in fact they called me loudly.

The next day, they asked me what was my problem and if I'm mad at them because of what happened last night but I told them that I didn't go out on that night. I was at my grandma's home watching TV while doing my projects. They were shocked because they were sure that it was me. Everyone of them can testify that it was really me but it turns out that someone pretended to be me. Ow no!

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Happy Halloween friends! How's your weekend so far? I never had my own creepy experience or story to tell so I have here bits and pieces of my family and friend's experiences. Hope you enjoyed. And I hope I gave justice on how the story really went.

Anyway, thank you for reading friends. Until then!