Ghost stories from Philippines

The Third Floor Window

During my sophomore year at Meridian State, our Communications professor assigned a group project: create a short film. Each group had to pick a unique theme, and my team, Team...

The Porcelain Hum

Aunt Rosa came to stay with us in our creaking old house on Acacia Street that sweltering August. She was finishing her doctorate in Manila, but the summer break brought...

The Cascade House

The day we moved into the Cascade House, the truck got stuck on the gravel drive, and my father laughed it off as a bad omen. I was sixteen then,...

The Unfinished Rite

In the autumn of 1994, my mother and I moved into a two-bedroom flat on the fourth floor of a pre-war building in the city. The place had a musty...

The Vinyl Wall

I never believed in the word ‘gift’ until the summer I spent in the coastal town of Port Blossom. My name is Mira, and I had taken a temporary position...

The Cinder Room

The old farmhouse had been in our family for three generations, but by the time my sister Lena came to stay, it was already groaning under the weight of decay....

The Undrinking Hour

It was the summer we all learned to keep our windows shut at night, not for the heat, but for the thin, keening sound that drifted from the green house...

The Salt Road

My grandmother always said that the old house we lived in was a sieve. It let things in, she’d whisper, and sometimes it let things out. I didn’t understand her...

The Spice Shelf

The morning sun poured through the lace curtains, casting a honeyed glow across the linoleum floor of our small kitchen. I was nine, and the house on Cedar Lane was...

The Pigs of Purok Dos

The sun was a pale smear behind the sawtooth ridges of the Cordillera when my father and eldest brother, Mang Enrique, left for the weekly market in the lowland town...

The Phrase on the Window

I’ve always been a pragmatic person. Ghosts, spirits, the supernatural—those were things for campfire tales and cheap horror movies, not for my orderly life. That changed three years ago, during...

The Guest in the Hall

The house had never felt so vast. With my sister in the hospital, my parents’ presence gone, and the silence like a held breath, the walls seemed to expand, swallowing...

The Last Empanada

In the sweltering summer of 1967, in the dusty farming town of San Isidro, the Ramos family mourned the passing of their patriarch, Don Alejandro. He had been a stern...

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