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Turn Left (Haunted)
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Continúa, Has publicado ago 13, 2015
Haunted houses have a stereotype. They're old. They were built on a cemetery. Somebody died in it. The family who lives there were cursed. It looks haunted. The furniture came from another haunted house.

But what about a house which isn't? What about a newly built house on a then-vacant lot and two newlyweds? What about new furniture? What if the family is really lively? Devout Catholics who didn't believe in ghosts? What if the house does not even look haunted at all?

But then, what about the sounds you can only hear at night? The feeling of being watched? The apparitions that prove that this house is not just yours?


This is a story about a house in a private subdivision somewhere in Cavite, Philippines. It was on a dead end lot, built around the 1960s by two newlyweds, a soldier and a daughter of a gasoline station owner. They had four kids and eventually, 8 grandchildren. The stories started from when there were only 6 of them. 

All these stories are real happenings in the house. You can choose to believe in them or not. But I will tell you that they are real. The chills. The sounds. The feeling of being watched and actually being watched. They are all real. How do I know? Because I lived there.



These are true stories from the house at the dead end.
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