Connect with us


Spiritual Housekeeping

Author and Reiki Master Cat Wheeler shares a variety of extraordinary experiences from her time living in Singapore and Bali over the past two decades. She talks about how she learned to clear spaces of unwanted energies and achieve fearlessness.


Detail from “The Birth of Hanoman,” I Gusti Made Deblog, 1936, Museum Puri Lukisan, Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.

Introduction. Extraordinarium features personal experiences of the extraordinary as a way to explore their diversity and to broaden the conversation about how such experiences impact people’s lives. Publications such as Fate and Fortean Times have featured such personal experiences over the decades as a way of giving experients a voice, and part of Extraordinarium’s mandate is to do the same – to ensure that those who have extraordinary experiences have a forum in which they can share them first-hand, in their own words. From there, critical inquiry and respectful discussion can follow. (See below for details on how to share your own experience).

Welcome to the second installment of “In My Own Words.”

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Foreword by Christopher Laursen. Cat Wheeler, better known in Ubud, Bali, as ‘Ibu Kat’ (Mother Kat), has been living on the Indonesian island since 2000.  A Canadian expatriate who was raised in Vancouver, she is a writer, social activist and Reiki Master.  Her book Bali Daze (previously published as Dragons in the Bath) is a lively series of brief anecdotes about living there, building her own house, adjusting to the way of being on the island and even having the occasional encounter with strange things.  Bali Daze is required reading for anyone considering resettling in Bali, and it is well worth reading for all who are coming to visit.  It sets the scene for the nuances of Hindu-Balinese culture that is truly unlike any other in the world.  Cat writes about how one must become more flexible to live there, respecting and adapting to the ways of the Balinese people, sharing their own knowledge while maintaining one’s own personal integrity.  She writes a column, Greenspeak, for the expatriate English language newspaper the Bali Advertiser, and actively converses with people – locals and those from afar – sharing their lives and the issues they have to deal with on a daily basis.  For Cat, writing on the environment extends concerns of preserving nature, land use, and pollution to virtually everything that may impact a person in the place where they live.

I sat down and had tea with Cat one cool, rainy season afternoon at her shady home in Ubud which is situated on the edge of a ravine – the place where an alternate dimension exists, where the Orang Sungei – the River People live.  She writes in her book, “The River People are generally friendly and sociable, but have been known to become angry when people throw rubbish down the riverbanks.  Then they will drag the polluter down, sometimes to his death.”  One of her dogs, Kasey, had met such an unfortunate fate in the gorge beside her home.  Afterward, Cat recalled to me, she would dream of him and record these dreams – to find out that her housekeeper Wayan Manis had shared the same dream.  In Bali Daze, she recounts the joys and frustrations of living on the island, of taking care of rescued animals, of growing gardens, and the friendship and humour she’s shared with her Balinese staff, Wayan Manis and Nyoman.

Cat shared several extraordinary incidents that she experienced over the past 20 years, both in Singapore – where she lived in the 1990s – and since moving to Bali.  Here, she shares six of these moments.  What I find striking about them is the variety of experiences.  Encounters with sword-wielding apparitions, shoe-throwing energies, things going mysteriously missing, a moment of transoceanic synchronicity that led to a friendship, and possessed schoolgirls.

The Haunted Rowhouses

Early on in Singapore, I lived in a row of old houses that had been built by the British.  After independence, they went downhill, from being officers’ quarters to being drug dens with prostitutes and gangs – really rough trade.  It was like that for about 30 years.  Just before I moved in, they’d been all bought and gentrified, so they were old and restored.  But they were hopping!  And because they were cheap for Singapore, the people who lived there tended to be artists, writers, designers, landscape architects, creative people who were travelling a lot so the houses were often empty.

A good friend mine [Donna]… moved into a house two doors down from me.  And because she was on the road almost all the time and her furniture had not yet arrived, she was over at my house most nights for dinner.  One night she came over, we visited and ate dinner with some friends and I, and she went home.  A few minutes later she was back, her eyes like saucers, saying there’s something weird going on in my bedroom.  There were four of us altogether.  Nicole, Donna and my friend Jenny, who is very psychic and intuitive, and very open.  She and I learned Reiki together and had been doing very interesting work together for several years at that time.

So we all went next door and up the stairs, opened the door to Donna’s bedroom, walked in, and there’s a WHOOSH of cold energy.  Whenever I’m in the presence of something like that, my left side feels chilled.  So I knew, Ooo! something’s cooking in here!  Nicole and Donna went running out in alarm and huddled together half way down the stairs.  Jenny entered the bedroom and immediately doubled over and started howling.  I didn’t experience any of this; I started to channel.  I put my hands on her shoulders, just moved with her and tried to keep her grounded.  And after a little while, I thought, This is getting boring.  Now what is really going on here?  I opened all of the doors and windows.  For some reason, Donna had about 40 pairs of shoes in there, and I felt moved to pitch them all out onto the balcony.  I said, Okay, that’s enough!  Out you go!  I started jumping up and down, making loud noises.  I had no techniques at that time.  There was a kind of sound and a blast of energy went out the bedroom door.  Donna and Nicole said they felt it go past them on the stairs as a cold wind, then it was gone.  I thought, Well, I wonder what happened there?

This was my first experience, a long time ago.  I wasn’t so well connected at the time.  I phoned around to a few people and asked, How do you clear spaces?  No one had any idea.  So I had to create a technique, which I did.  And because this kind of thing is all about intention, it worked.  After that I started to get some calls from neighbours.  There were a lot of old energies from that period of gangsters, drugs and prostitutes – a lot of really sad, stuck, lost spirits.

I had a big upstairs room where my Reiki Master would teach when she was in Singapore. I apprenticed with her for 18 months before I became a teacher myself, mostly at my house.  One evening after a workshop when the students had left, several of us were unwinding over dinner downstairs with some wine.  There were five or six of us in the house — Reiki masters, level twos, level ones.  No one was upstairs.  Suddenly there were two loud bangs overhead and I was sent upstairs.  My Japanese roommate kept her shoes in a bookshelf at one end of the long narrow hall.  Something had taken her shoes and thrown them down to the other end of the hall.  So we all had to go upstairs, open up the doors and windows and clear it.  It took some time, I guess because we hadn’t cleared the room where we’d been raising energy for two or three days and it had really built up.  Finally we felt it was gone and went and finished dinner.  Donna returned home and immediately discovered that it had moved to her house!  In one way or another, we got quite a bit of practice.

It’s spiritual housekeeping.  If you’re in a space that’s dirty, you have to clean it!  It’s not dangerous.  The energies are not angry or malevolent.  They’re just sad and stuck.  But I always protect myself well first as standard operating procedure.

Cat Wheeler and her eclectus, a bird native to eastern Indonesia, named Chiko.

Cat Wheeler and Chiko, an eclectus, a bird native to eastern Indonesia.

The Dinner Guest

Cat’s house seems far from the bustling main roads of the cultural centre of Ubud, Bali.  For visitors to find her house, she needs to give detailed directions that involve finding the narrow alley where she lives.  She tells me,

This is a very highly charged piece of land, according to the Balinese.  I’ve had a couple of Balians – shamans – visit me here, walk around, come back and say, Not many people could live here.

Sitting on a daybed overlooking her garden and the jungle beyond, Cat gives me a sense of the space around her.  She points to the north.  “The big death temple is there.”  That’s where high caste cremations occur, the final part of a long process after Balinese-Hindu people die, which begins with ceremonies, processions, and often a burial.  When a priest chooses the right date for cremation, the body is exhumed and further rituals are carried out before the body is paraded down the street on a platform and taken to the cremation grounds.  Cat points to the east.  “The river frontage is right below us, in a deep ravine.”  This is where the River People reside, and Cat’s house is right on the edge of it, her fence forming a physical boundary between her backyard and an altogether separate dimension where Balinese people generally do not venture.  To the south, “The priest’s house is there,” Cat points out.  He is her landlord.  “It’s a very lively piece of land,” she adds, pointing.  “The dogs sometimes just stand here and stare at that corner.”  She indicates a spot where the jungle crawls up from the river to shade the edge of her garden.  What could entrance the dogs at the edge of the deep river gorge?  Cat launches into a tale about an encounter she had with something on the perimeter of her property.

I had a dinner party once and eight people were sitting around the table.  I was sitting with my back to the forest.  I was chatting to a friend who was sitting beside me, and she happened to look past me [to the forest] and said, Oh my god!  I turned around and just caught the edge of this huge face rising up out of the dark jungle on the other side of the wall, the face was perhaps three metres high.  Just as I was trying to focus on it, it pixelated and just dissolved away.  Colleen and I were the only people who saw it.  Did it want to join the party?

Because this is such a highly charged piece of land, because of the work I do, I put up a barrier, a boundary wall which very clearly separates my side/your side.  I’ve asked that it be respected. It’s not unseldom that things happen on the other side, but they do honour our agreement and stay out of the house and garden.

Dismembered Warriors

One of the strangest things that ever happened to me took place before I moved here, more than 15 years ago.  I went up with a friend to Candidasa in August, the cremation season.  We were staying in a little place near the sea.  Our room was a small cottage with an ylang ylang (grass) roof.  I’m allergic to grass roofs and I asked if I could have a bed made up on the bale in the walled garden, so I could sleep outside.

A bale, which literally translates to something like ‘space out platform’ according to my Indonesian language teacher, is a simple wooden structure composed of a platform and a roof held up by four wooden pillars.  It is traditionally found out in the rice fields, a place for farmers to have a siesta in the heat of the afternoon, or for friends to sit in when they visit.  Such structures are also found at hotels, in villas and in Balinese compounds.  Cat continued to recount her experience.

Of course the Balinese consider it absolutely mad and terribly dangerous to sleep outside, because of all the spiritual activity. They themselves sleep in closed-up rooms, usually with the windows tightly shut.

I’m a Reiki practitioner and teacher. Before I went to bed, I laid symbols [that I use for various rituals] all around the bale.  It just felt like a good idea.

All around – at the beach, in the mountains, in the distance and not so far away – there was chanting, gamelan music, there was drumming, all kinds of death ceremony rituals going on in the night.  Lots of energy in the air.  I had a hard time falling asleep.  I opened my eyes at one point thinking, What is going on here?  It’s so lively.  I sat up.  And coming at me out of each of the three walls of the garden were these apparitions: faces, masks, swords, severed hands.  They’d fly out of the walls right up to the edge of the bale.  And then they’d disappear, pixilate, where I’d laid the symbols and protection.  Just like a movie!  And it would not quit.

I wasn’t frightened.  But after quite a while I felt, Give me a break, guys!  Hours of this!  Only when it began to get light did the action stop.  I was absolutely exhausted, but intrigued.

“Have you told Balinese people about this?” I ask Cat.

It’s very difficult to describe what happened in Indonesian.  They would think, Why would you sleep outside?  That’s crazy, all kinds of spirits walk at night.

The Possessed Schoolgirls

One day there was a possession in the school across the street.  I heard people screaming and running and the school loudspeaker ordering everyone to go home, quickly.  My Balinese staff told me I should go help.  I asked, should a foreigner go over there and do that?  Is that appropriate?  They said yes.  So I put protection around myself and climbed the steps of the school against a tide of hysterical teenagers and teachers and started to hold the space for this girl who was possessed.

“She was what?” I ask.

They do have possession here.  I looked it up on the Internet afterwards, and it seems to be not uncommon with teenagers of a certain age in many countries.

There were two girls.  One was catatonic and the other I can only describe as crazed, enraged.  I sat and held space for the catatonic one.  Her friend, to her credit, was bravely cradling her.  The other girl was possessed by a dark entity, she was full of ferocious energy.  If she’d had a knife in her hand, she would have disembowelled everyone in sight.  She would rage then periodically collapse and huddle, shivering, behind the school temple.  Wayan Manis came and joined me after a while, which was very brave for a Balinese.  This probably went on for an hour, until finally someone sent a car around and they took the girls away.  I asked for holy water and the principal, who was also a priest, sprinkled it over Wayan and me.  The teachers told the girls to take a month off, go see a Balian and do what needs to be done.  But a week later, the girls insisted on coming back to school and the same thing happened again.

“Catherine Wheeler, it is not your time to die…”

About thirteen years ago I was thinking about moving to Bali from Singapore.  I came here with several friends and we stayed on the south coast.  One morning four of us went walking by the sea.  It was a quiet, early morning, not stormy at all.  We were walking on the sand about three metres from the waterline.  Suddenly, almost right in front of the hotel, a huge rogue wave came up, two metres tall – a wall of water – and hit us like a train.  My three friends were swept up a surge channel.  I was luckily thrown into a breakwater because I can’t swim.  We were all banged up a lot, but we all survived.  It was a very traumatic experience.

Three or four years ago, maybe ten years after this event, I got an e-mail out of the blue from a woman in Argentina.  She said, You’re going to think I’m absolutely mad.  She studied dreams and she wrote, Last night, I had a dream that there was a bay in a tropical area and a boat was rocking and the waves were high.  There was a feeling of danger, but a voice said very clearly, “Catherine Wheeler, it is not your time to die.”   I Googled Catherine Wheeler and your name came up.  You must think I’m crazy. Does it make any sense to you?

I wrote back to say that’s really very interesting!  [laughs]  That’s exactly what happened!  She’d dreamed about an event that happened to me a decade or so before.  A very immediate dream with my name very clearly stated, so she was able to find me.  What is going on there?  One person’s name clearly enunciated to a complete stranger on the other side of the world.  Go figure…

We became friends.  She’s a journalist and has featured me in a couple of articles in the Argentinean women’s magazine she writes for.

Cat Wheeler's book Bali Daze can be purchased as an ebook from,, or - or from fine booksellers in Bali.

Cat Wheeler’s book Bali Daze can be purchased for Kindle from,, or – or from Ganesha Books in Ubud, Bali.

Dealing with Dark Forces

Ibu Kat has encountered many things living in Asia.  But, as she shows in the following experience, she has empowered herself to maintain control of the spaces she occupies.  It is a skill that she’s developed over decades through the practice of Reiki and intention.

My first house in Bali was also by a river, and there was a really dark energy around it.  Horrible house!  Things were constantly disappearing.  I’d be alone in the compound with the front gate locked.  I’d put a hammer on the table, go answer the phone, come back and the hammer would be gone.  It was constantly happening.  Things would be gone, never, ever to reappear, which I thought was just very, very annoying.

Then one night, my puppy disappeared.  He was on a long chain on an overhead line because the fence had not yet been finished and the house was near a busy road.  I went to the gate to see off a visitor and was gone for maybe 30 seconds.  When I got back to the house the dog was gone.  The chain was gone.  There had not been a sound.  I was absolutely furious by this time.  This was intolerable.  You guys – this is going too far!  So I stood on the porch and shouted, “Alright, that’s enough!  This is my space, not your space.  This has got to stop!  I’m really fed up with this.  It’s over!  Go!  And send back my puppy!”  I was so worked up, I went and sat in my office and huffed.  Two minutes later there was the sound of a rattling chain and this wet, muddy little puppy runs in to sit at my feet.  Where had he been? How had he disappeared in utter silence trailing that long noisy chain?  He was pretty spooked.

That was a big lesson for me.  I learned that here in Bali especially, you must have very strong, clear boundaries.  Sometimes, the spirits are malevolent here.  There’s a lot of black magic being thrown around out there by the Balinese. People are directing black magic toward other people all the time.  It’s very dangerous.  I protect myself against it.  It’s sad to see the Balinese feeling very vulnerable to all of these energies.  They feel they are helpless against negative energies and can only be protected by a priest.  They don’t understand that they can do that work themselves, they can protect themselves with intention and simple rituals.

Be fearless.  Fearlessness is different than courage.  It’s a state of being.  You get there after being frightened a lot, you eventually work your way past it.  There really is nothing to fear except fear itself.

The extraordinary incidents Ibu Kat has experienced remain mysterious and unexplained.   “Bali is an energy vortex,” she says.  “There’s always something going on.  Keep your balance.  And don’t be afraid.”

Continue Reading


The great inventor’s quest to communicate with the Dead

“I have been at work for some time building an apparatus to see if it is possible for personalities which have left this earth to communicate with us.”

Those are the words of the great inventor Thomas Edison in an interview in the October 1920 issue of The American Magazine. And in those days, when Edison spoke, people listened. By any measurement, Thomas Edison was a superstar in his time, a brilliant inventor during the height of the Industrial Revolution when man was mastering machine.

Called “The Wizard of Menlo Park” (which has since been renamed Edison, New Jersey), he was one of history’s most prolific inventors, holding 1,093 U.S. patents. He and his workshop were responsible for the creation or development of many devices that changed the way people lived, including the electric light bulb, the motion picture camera and projector, and the phonograph.


But did Edison invent a ghost box – a machine to talk to the dead?

It has long been speculated in paranormal circles that Edison did indeed create such a device, though it must have been somehow lost. No prototypes or schematics have ever been found. So did he build it or not?

Another interview with Edison, published in the same month and year, this time by Scientific American, quotes him as saying, “I have been thinking for some time of a machine or apparatus which could be operated by personalities which have passed on to another existence or sphere.” (Emphasis mine.) So in two interviews conducted around the same time, we have two very similar quotes, one in which he says that he has been at work “building” the device, and in the other that he has merely been “thinking” about it.

Somewhat contradictorily, the Scientific American article says, despite Edison’s quote, that “the apparatus which he is reported to be building is still in the experimental stage…” as if there is a prototype.

However, since we have no evidence of such a device having been constructed or even designed by Edison, we have to conclude that it was an idea that never materialized.

Although Edison seems to have gotten ahead of himself with this idea in The American Magazine interview, it’s quite clear that he had a genuine interest in the idea. While the Industrial Revolution was rolling along with a full head of steam, the Western world was also entertaining another movement of a very different sort – the Spiritualist movement. Operating at opposite ends of the philosophical spectrum – the logical, scientific, and mechanical versus the spiritual and ephemeral – the two movements were perhaps counterweights to each other.


So why would Edison the scientist be interested in such a thing? Psychic mediums were all the rage, and they were conducting séances and spewing ectoplasm faster than Harry Houdini could debunk them. Phony mediums notwithstanding, it was becoming increasingly popular to think that it might be possible to communicate with the dead. And if it was at all possible, Edison reasoned that it could be accomplished through scientific means – a device that could do the job that mediums advertised.

“I don’t claim that our personalities pass on to another existence or sphere,” he told Scientific American. “I don’t claim anything because I don’t know anything about the subject.

For that matter, no human being knows. But I do claim that it is possible to construct an apparatus which will be so delicate that if there are personalities in another existence or sphere who wish to get in touch with us in this existence or sphere, the apparatus will at least give them a better opportunity to express themselves than the tilting tables and raps and ouija boards and mediums and the other crude methods now purported to be the only means of communication.”

Edison’s was a scientist’s approach: If there was a popular need or desire, an invention might be able to fill it. “I believe that if we are to make any real progress in the psychic investigation,” he said, “we must do it with scientific apparatus and in a scientific manner, just as we do in medicine, electricity, chemistry, and other fields.”


Edison revealed very few details about the device he intended to build. We can only speculate that he was either being a cautious businessman who didn’t want to say too much about his invention to potential rivals or he didn’t really have many concrete ideas. “This apparatus,” he told Scientific American, “is in the nature of a valve, so to speak. That is to say, the slightest conceivable effort is made to exert many times its initial power for indicative purposes.” He then likened it to the mere turning of a valve that starts a huge steam turbine. In the same way, the barest whisper of effort from a spirit could influence the highly sensitive valve, and that action would be greatly magnified “to give us whatever form of record we desire for the purposes of investigation.”

He refused to divulge any more than that, but clearly Edison had in mind a ghost hunting tool. He went on to say that one of his employees who was working on the device recently died and that if the invention worked, “he ought to be the first to use it if he is able to do so.”

Again, we have no evidence for the device having been built, yet it is possible that it was constructed and then destroyed along with all the paperwork — perhaps because it didn’t work and Edison wanted to avoid embarrassment after his proclamations in the interviews.


The machine that Edison describes sounds nothing like today’s “ghost boxes,” and it is a mistake to assume that devices such as Frank’s Box were derived from Edison’s work.

In fact, Frank Sumption, the inventor of Frank’s box, has made no such claim. In 2007, he told Rosemary Ellen Guiley in an interview for TAPS Paramagazine that he was inspired by an article about EVP in Popular Electronics magazine. According to Sumption, his device is a simple of method of “supplying ‘raw’ audio that spirits and other entities can use to form voices.” It does so with a specially modified radio that sweeps its tuning across AM, FM, or shortwave bands. “The sweep can be random, linear or even done by hand,” Sumption says. The theory is that the spirits piece together words and phrases from these broadcasts to relay messages.

Ghost hunting groups from all over are creating and using their own ghost boxes, called Shack Hacks (because they employ modified Radio Shack portable radios), that work in the same way. (I have one, but have had very little success with it.)

Although some respected researchers, including Guiley, seem convinced of the reality of this phenomenon, the jury is still out, as far as I am concerned, regarding the authenticity of the communication. Although I have heard interesting bits and pieces from ghost boxes, I’ve yet to experience or hear recordings of ghost box sessions that are unambiguous and thoroughly convincing. Virtually everything that is heard (like many low-grade EVP) is open to interpretation.


As revealed in these interviews, Edison did not subscribe to conventional notions of life after death. He surmised that life was indestructible and that “our bodies are composed of myriads and myriads of infinitesimal entities, each in itself a unit of life.” Moreover, he saw the interconnectedness of all living things: “There are many indications that we human beings act as a community or ensemble rather than as units.

That is why I believe that each of us comprises millions upon millions of entities, and that our body and our mind represent the vote or voice, whichever you wish to call it, of our entities…. The entities live forever…. Death is simply the departure of the entities from our body.”

“I do hope that our personality survives,” Edison said. “If it does, then my apparatus ought to be of some use. That is why I am now at work on the most sensitive apparatus I have ever undertaken to build, and I await the results with the keenest interest.”

Considering the remarkable track record of this incredible mind, we can only wonder how the world would be different had Edison succeeded.

Read More On This At:

Continue Reading


Self Proclaimed ‘Time-traveller’ claiming to be from 2030 PASSED lie detector test –

A ‘time-traveller’ who says he is from the future has passed a lie detector test after claiming Donald Trump will be re-elected and Artificial Intelligence will take over.

In a startling YouTube video posted by Apex TV the man, whose face and voice have been distorted to hide his identity, claims he has risked his life to travel back in time.

Apex TV says it is ‘one of the biggest voices of paranormal content on YouTube’, with over 56 million views and 100,000 subscribers.

His mission, he says, is to tell those alive now what the world has in store.

Among his predictions is the claim that Google Glass-style robotics will spread across the globe.

Technology will also have developed to the point where it will be able to independently run a home.

Bitcoin will be increasingly popular but pennies and cents will still be in use.

In 2030 he says the US president is a mysterious figure called Ilana Remikee.

He also suggests global warming has caused temperatures in North America to increase while Europe has cooled.

Humans will reach Mars in 2028 and, the same year, time travel will be discovered.

He states that electric cars will be able to travel as fast as diesel and petrol ones (despite many already being able to do so) and many forms of cancer have been cured.

In a previous interview with Paranormal Elite, Noah said he had anorexia and is in fact 50-years-old, but that he had taken an age rejuvenation drug which had transformed him into a 25-year-old.

Of course, his claims have attracted scepticism. In response, he agreed to take a lie detector test on camera.

In the footage from ApexTV the would-be oracle is seen sitting on a chair with what appears to be a polygraph lie detector wrapped around his bicep.

He is asked to predict some of the future’s major events – and confirm he really is who he says he is.

The interview begins and Noah is asked a simple question: ‘Are you an actual time traveller from the year 2030?’

He responds with a yes and ‘TRUE’ appears in large green letters superimposed on the video. However, the results on the machine are not shown.

Noah then claims he has ‘hard evidence’ to back up his predictions but isn’t sure that he can say what that it because it might cause a paradox.

Once again, the word ‘TRUE’ appears on screen again.

Read More On This At:

Continue Reading


The Top 5 Scariest Places in the Philippines

Discover the top 5 scariest places in the Philippines and learn the truth about them. If you’re looking for spine-chilling places to explore while staying in the Philippines for vacation, then let me walk you through the top 5 scariest places in the Pearl of the Orient Seas.

Haunted places like streets, buildings, and houses usually have a rich history of bloody past. Most of the paranormal activities that are happening in these places came from morbid and tragic events in the old times. Some scary stories take root in legends and mythical characters that people talked about for many years.

In the Philippines, where history and culture mostly developed because of its rich antiquities during the war era and invasion period, many haunted places now were remnants of the past. While other spooky places were brought by tragic events from unfortunate accidents.

In this article, let me take you to the scariest places in the Philippines that will surely raise your curiosity if you’re into ghostly and eerie adventures. Check them out below.

List of Top 5 Scariest Places in the Philippines

Balete Drive

First on our list of top 5 scariest places in the Philippines is one of the most famous ghost area in Manila, the Balete Drive. Located in New Manila, Balete drive is said to be haunted by a white lady (a popular ghost in the Philippines, which means a female soul or spirit dressed in white. According to commuters and drivers specifically taxi drivers, at around 12 midnight and 3 am, a bloody white lady shows up to either ask for help or look for her murderer.

Back in the past, it was said that a female student was raped and murdered in Balete Drive. During those days, Balete trees surrounded Balete Drive. This is the main reason the street was called Balete Drive. The alleged murderer was said to be a taxi driver and according to the reports, that woman was buried under a Balete tree. In addition, according to folklore, Balete is housed with mysterious creatures and this contributes to the already haunted street of Balete Drive.

Clark Airbase Hospital

Hospitals are the common lounge of spirits and abandoned hospitals are even worse. In Angeles City, Pampanga, an abandoned hospital was featured in the horror documentary; “I wouldn’t Go in There” of National Geographic back in 2013 and this was the Clark Airbase Hospital. In the past, it was a refuge site to soldiers during World War II and the Vietnam War.

According to the Ghost Hunters International group, Clark Airbase Hospital was one of the most haunted places in the world because the spirits who are residing here are reported as violent and rude to visitors. Based on some personal accounts of explorers and paranormal investigators, spirits and the unknown threw rocks and other objects to them when they visited the place. Paranormal activities like screams, howls, and apparitions are also common in this hospital.

Pindangan Ruins

Third on our list of top 5 scariest places in the Philippines is the Pindangan ruins, in San Juan City, La Union. This place is the remnant of an old church that was built in 1786. In the past, it was a place for unity between two villages (San Vicente de Balanac Village and Guillermo de Dalagdang Village) under the protection of Father Jose Torres. Now, the place is full of spirits and the most popular spirit was said to be the headless stabbed priest who was allegedly seen searching and calling for his lost head.

Moreover, this place is also haunted by spirits that are called “Pasatsat” which comes from the word “satsat” that means, “to stab.” They were the people who died in World War II when coffin and graveyards were too expensive so people wrapped their dead in reed mats. According to locals, these spirits will haunt you and in order to stop them, you have to stab open their makeshift caskets and cut it in half.

Ozone Disco

One of the terrifying fire accidents in the Philippines took place in Ozone Disco in Quezon City. On March 18, 1996, a massive fire engulfed the small nightclub. The disco was approved for occupancy of only 35 people, but during that time, around 350 patrons and 40 club employees were said to be enjoying the night in the Ozone disco. Based on the accounts of the surviving victims, light sparked flying inside the disc’s jockey booth and shortly after that smoke followed and people thought it was just a party plan. To their horror, the electrical system shut down and flame erupted.

According to the court, 162 people died in the Ozone disco and most victims were graduating students from Universities. These days the disco is already an abandoned place but many ghostly sightings were reported within the area especially at night. Some locals said that they could hear music and see disco lights. Others claimed seeing silhouettes of dancing people and hearing screams and moaning. Moreover, families of the victims were occasionally seen in the place with spirit mediums to contact their dead loved ones. In one occasion, a spirit of a boy named “Ed” was contacted and according to the reports, he wanted to say goodbye to his family.

Diplomat Hotel

In the popular city of Pines, Baguio, there is this haunted place called the Diplomat Hotel or also known as Dominican Hill Retreat House. This structure was built in 1911 for the American Friars of the Dominican Order. It was originally constructed as a retreat house for relaxation, a monastery, and a school all-in-one. In the height of the World War II, the Japanese attacked the hotel and many people were ruthlessly killed. This includes ordinary children, priests, nuns, families and even babies.

The Diplomat Hotels, Inc., revived the place in 1973 and according to the staff of the hotel; the place is indeed haunted and scary. Years later, the owner died and the hotel stopped operating.

Many ghost sightings have been reported in the area. Some claimed that headless priests and nuns, who were victims of the World War II, haunt the Diplomat Hotel. Others heard moaning and crying of babies at night. Moreover, paranormal activities like the banging of doors, screaming people in pain and ghostly apparitions were said to occur in this haunted hotel.

If you’re brave enough to visit these places, then I suggest you don’t go alone. You may encounter bad spirits or ghosts that can harm you. Alternatively, If you’re scared and couldn’t imagine yourself traveling these scariest places, then I suggest you focus on exploring the wonders of the Philippines.

Interesting Links:

Source link

Continue Reading

Please Help SOUL:ASK By Donating Bitcoin

Total EUR:
BTC to send:
{{ btcToSendWidget }}
Send BTC to: