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|Subject: Do You Want To Play? Sat Sep 24, 2011 10:08 am|| |
When I was 7 years old, my dad moved to England to give me, my mom & my brother a more interesting life. My father figure for that couple of months was my great-Uncle. I live in England now.
Back in the Philippines, I used to have a room where me and my brother kept all our toys. One day, my parents went out shopping so my great-Aunt and Uncle, who lived next-door, were baby-sitting us. I went into the toy-room and went to all my dolls and picked two out. Behind the 2 was a doll that I really hated. It was ugly and cheap. I got it from a friends mom for one of my birthdays. A couple minutes later, I heard someone say, "Gusto mo na maglaro?" (Do you want to play?) and the ugly doll fell off the shelf it was on. I thought it was brother but then remembered that he was asleep at my great-Aunt's house. Naturally, I freaked out and ran to my great-Uncle. He checked out the room but nothing was there. I stayed away from that room for a couple of days.
This part happened when I moved to England. Recently, I was drawing the curtains of my room when I saw a reflection of a hand in my window. I am certain that it wasn't my hand because it was paler and had a ring and bracelet on it. And just this morning, after I had a shower, I was drying off (still in my bathroom, I had heard they're the most haunted of all rooms in the house, I think) and after I had wiped my face, and then saw a purplish-black cloud kind of attack my face but then I blinked and it was gone.