Ghost stories from Philippines

The Lantern Game

The summer I turned twelve, my cousins and I discovered the abandoned lighthouse on the cliffs of Port Blaine. It had been empty for decades, a rusted spiral staircase leading...

The Lantern’s Glow

In the foothills of the Cordilleras, where the pine trees stood like silent sentinels and the air was thin and cold, there was a village called Sipitan. It was a...

The Silt That Breathes

The province smelled of rain and burnt husks, and Marisol had always hated it. Every summer, her mother dragged the family to Lola Idang’s nipa hut in the middle of...

The Moonlit Gable

It was a Tuesday when my mother, Lina, first told me about the figure on the roof. She’d been sitting in the dark living room of our rented house in...

The Cold Divide

I was nine, maybe ten, when it happened, in the old two-story house my family shared with my uncle’s family in the highlands of Benguet. Our room was on the...

The Salt and the Cedar

I never believed in ghosts. I collected their stories like seashells, pretty and hollow, each one a curve of terror to hold up to the light and then toss back....

The Mufflered Men

I’ve always thought that elementals, whatever you want to call them—spirits, fairies, nature’s guardians—have a particular distaste for loud noise. Three times I witnessed it, and the last one left...

The Fourth Floor Ledger

The new office occupied a strange slot in the Tower building—a fifteen-story monolith of glass and steel that loomed over the old industrial district. Most companies steered clear of the...

The Lantern Bearer

The old Alvarez house sat on Callejon de los Suspiros, four doors down from our own. It had the same sliding capiz windows, the same stone base and wooden upper...

The Unfinished Room

In the sweltering heat of a provincial Philippine summer, the Dela Cruz family compound stood as a monument to ambition and unfinished dreams. The main house, a sprawling two-story structure...

The Moonlit Grove

My brother Callum and I were inseparable, especially during the long summer nights when our parents worked late shifts. Our house sat at the edge of a small town, and...

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