Real Life Horror Stories

The mysterious boy in our apartment

When I was still a young kid, maybe 9 years old, we rented a two-storey apartment house in Quezon City, Philippines.

The first few weeks of our residence had been odd. Our new neighbors frequently ask my parents of why did we rent in that place. Some told us that we should just stay for a year and leave after. My grandpa too got mad with us of our decision to rent that apartment. He just said it's cursed.

The apartment is not that old, cemented at the bottom and made of wood materials at the upper floor. It is quite large and cheap, with windows of Capiz shells, with Spanish Era architecture. We also enjoy a largebackyard with a full-grown Muntingia tree, to store our junks. It is very relaxing overall and we enjoy our first year.

After our first year, that's when we experience the so told "curse" of that house. 

One afternoon, while my mother is drying and folding our clothes upstairs, she glimpsed a head who peeked at her through the door and heard footsteps going down the stairs. She look after it and saw a young boy entered the bathroom. At first she thought it was me, but then, she saw me sleeping safe and sound at the sofa downstairs.

There's also an incident where my uncle, who visited us, saw a boy running down the stairs, hurriedly to the bathroom. He always hear a kid's laughter at midnight before that happened. Me too, can't sleep properly almost every night and always felt that there was someone who's looking at me. I never felt that kind of fear before.

And the worst and strangest thing that happened during our occupancy on that apartment, is when we started to struggle financially. We are in a lot of debts, father's income dwindled and our expenses doubled. Mind you again that the rent is cheap to our standards. It didn't happen previously and my parents are very surprised of what happened. One of our neighbors told us that every family who rented that place got broke after a year of their stay. Our grandpa and other neighbors confirmed of that strange phenomena.

We managed to hold on for another year and left that freaking cursed apartment. Yes, we did try to bless it. yet, many unexplained things really happen in this world.

The next house we rented didn't produce that eerie and strange happenings. Our income also steadily came back to normal. I didn't go back to that house again, even just to visit it.