I was on vacation at a relative's house in Pampanga. Like a lot of old houses, my aunt's had stories of being haunted, but I wasn't a big believer. One night, I awoke to hear someone pounding on my door. It was so loud that I was surprised no one else was disturbed. For some reason, I felt like I shouldn't open it, so I just went back to sleep. I asked my aunt about it and she told me to just ignore the knocking if it happens again. That night, I woke up again to the sound of a child crying outside my door. Thinking it was my cousin, I opened the door and saw a little girl in the living room. I told her to go to sleep and at the sound of my voice, the girl turned to face me. It wasn't my cousin, and her eyes blazed as she looked at me. When she started floating towards me, I slammed the door of the room and forced myself to sleep. I haven't been back at my aunt's house since then. –Eduard, call center agent

Everyone in my old office believed that our building was haunted, but I never minded it until one late night when my co-workers and I were in the middle of a meeting at the top floor. We were so immersed in our discussions that we hardly noticed the loud tapping of the typewriter in the finance room next door. It was one of my colleagues who wondered who was typing away when all of us were in the meeting. Several people, myself included, decided to check out the next room but when we entered, there was nobody inside and the typewriter was vacant. Just as we were about to leave, the keys began moving on their own. The rest of us were frozen in fear but one mustered up the courage to approach when the typing stopped. The typewriter ribbon (an old model, it could only be used once) had letters imprinted on it that read, "Ako si Liwayway. Kailangan ko ng tulong." We didn't stick around to see what would happen next. –Corinne, consultant