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The original was posted on /r/truescarystories by /u/Scara-Meowie on 2024-09-02 12:04:55+00:00.


A few weeks ago, my dad left home to go to work in mindanao. I was excited since he was going to bring gifts such as food and toys. A week or two later, perhaps in the afternoon, I heard a familiar voice. It was my dad, and my mom was talking to him. I sighed and focused on my iPad. A few minutes later, my dad knocked on the door. When I opened it, I saw him. He wore a grey shirt. Why am I mentioning this? This is important later. Me and dad hugged each other and talked for a bit. I don’t remember much about the conversation, but I remember him saying “tomorrow, I’ll show you something.” He was acting really weird. But he’s a weird guy so I didn’t mind it.

After that, I went to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up in the middle of the night. I was a bit dizzy so I went to get a glass of water. When I checked my parent’s room, I saw that only my mom is there. I asked “Ma, where’s dad? Did he leave?”

“What? Your dad is still in Davao.” Mom replied.

I was fucking flabbergasted. If dad was still in davao, then who the FUCK did I hug? I explained to my mom about what happened, and that I literally heard her talking to my dad. But she denied it.

The next morning, I talked to my mom about going to the mall. Mom was feeling unwell so she said that dad can let me go to SM a when he comes back. That’s when the memory of what happened last night flooded back. I told her what happened again, and she was as shocked as me. Then she called my dad, explaining what I told him. I started freaking out when he said he was wearing a grey shirt the day before.

A few weeks later and I somewhat forgot about the experience. My mom walked up to me and asked if I went to their bedroom and opened the closet. I said no, and she said that she saw someone opening the closet. She didn’t mind it since she thought it was me. And obviously, it wasn’t. I stayed up all night so my friend who was living with me didn’t leave the room. I didn’t leave either since I was too busy watching TikTok. Dad thinks someone is haunting this area. I don’t think the house is haunted since no one died in this house (plus my dad built it).

My theory is that an engkanto is toying with us. Engkantos are deities or nature spirits that Filipinos used to worship and respect during the pre colonial times. Although this theory could be easily disproven. Perhaps a gust of wind could’ve opened the closet. The only question I have is WHO THE FUCK DID I HUG A FEW WEEKS AGO? If it’s not my father, then who is it?