Multo-in-charge Wellie Baldoria's collection of stories:
Takutan sa Diliman
By Nina Beza Demonteverde and Wellie Baldoria in Batang UP Campus 60-70-80's
This is a compilation of personal "spiritual"/ghostly/whatever you may call it, experiences of all Batang UP Campus residents . .. Believe it or Not!
Thanks to our IT expert Nina for helping me open this document.
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Here are some of the spirit/ghost/elementals/kapre's experiences of some of our batang campus neighbors if there are more kindly post so we can include it in our topic "Takutan sa Diliman".
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Candy B. informed me about this conversation but I was late ... there are a lot of stories, some of which were printed in an issue of the Diliman Review in 60s. The stories range from Lady of Diliman on the Beta Epsilon Way to the pugot in the women's dorm (Ilang-ilang, Kamia and Sampaguita) to the sound of tanikala heard in the College of Law and the floating apparition in the College of Education. Kami naman sa Vet Med (ito ay totoo), palagi kaming nag-oovernight studying for Anatomy especially noong first year kami (ca 1975). One time, madaling araw, may narinig kaming naliligo sa men's room. Tabo-tabo - sira ang shower - at may isang drum na tubig doon. Akala namin kagrupo but when we went inside to check, wala namang tao. Then we saw wet foot prints going away from us.
Kenneth Yerro Ilio The best story was the vehicle that appeared in front of UP Fisheries na may sakay na mga estudiyante sa Fisheries. E, naaksidente ang mga iyon sa Bikol area or somewhere. Even ang sasakyan nag multo!
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth So here is my story and it is real: I had a fever all day, but went ahead and played outside anyway and we told ghost stories on our porch. One of the stories was about how Father Gough and Father Delaney held mass at the old ruined catholic church (I think behind the round one). The dead priest would hold mass for the dead people and you could hear the music of the dead. That night, I went to bed but I woke up, I heard mysterious church organ music and I smelled dying flowers like the ones at a funeral. My glow-in-the-dark rosary which I hung at the foot of my bed was glowing eerily almost pulsing. I was cold.... I thought the Multo was visiting. Fever induced delerium? Not sure to this day....
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Last - sa area 2 - sa bahay namin - an aunt who believes in the supernatural, one time visited with a friend of hers who was a spiritista. The friend was hesitant to come in to our house, she was very agitated. Sabi niya, maraming spirits doon because our house was situated in a fault between the spirit world and our world. Kaya naman pala kung kami ay naglalaro ng spirit of the glass, we get spirits all the time - even during the day (this is really creepy - the game - a lot of stories to tell too). Then sabi niya, i-exorcise daw niya ako because she felt, there was a spirit that possessed my being. Siyempre, bilang isang siyentipiko, skeptical ako. But at the same time, dahil I believe in some supernaturals - I agreed. She took out a small copper crucifix and placed it in between my ring finger and middle finger of my right hand while chanting some latin gibberish. Wala namang nangyari. She then did that to the other hand. Wala din. Then she plaed it in between my right middle toe and the 2nd to the last toe of my foot. UMINIT and cross!
Kenneth Yerro Ilio It was so painful, sigaw ako ng sigaw - ayak ko na, alisin mo, hindi ko na kaya! The thing was, I was screaming in a different voice. Not my voice at all. She held onto my toes, pressing them together so the cross will not fall - hanggang - whatever caused my voice to change - left.
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth yikes and double yikes
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Sabi niya, it was somebody who I met in Mindanao. Sa isip ko, paano naman niyang nalaman na I was in Mindanao a few mohts before?
Bong Yogore Doodooodododododododo ...... parang "Twilight Zone"....
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ mary ellen, there weren't any ant or termite hills in our backyard kasi the houses were new when we moved in but my father planted a rubber tree which is kind of famous now. you can still see it from commonwealth avenue - in fact when i worked at the AIT i could see it from the training dept. window. word has it, meron kapre that lives there. our neighbors the bellezas knew he lived in the tree. although....in filipino folklore, kapres live in mango trees as opposed to balete trees. the tree is out of control now but no one wants to give it a good trimming.
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth I think the tag line was longer like "Mamang puso, pakikiraan po". There were also ant hills on our way to the conservatory of music for piano lessons.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ kenneth, soon after our mother passed away we had a spiritista come to the house and do a cleansing kasi she told us maraming espirito, and she also mentioned the old man in the balete tree and that our family had a curse on it - and that i was next in line to be "taken" - i think it was a good move to leave the house behind na lang. every time i flew home to visit, the moment i stepped foot inside the house i felt like leaving but couldn't explain why. it became increasingly uncomfortable being in the house, every succeeding time that i visited. finally in 1997 the house was returned to u.p. when my brother leloy emigrated here. my siblings have many stories to tell. i may have a few that i hope will come back to me as we post stories here. there were also times when i felt there was someone else in the house aside from whoever else was there with me at the time.
Kenneth Yerro Ilio May puno ng santol doon sa Aguinaldo St., sa may bahay namin. On the foot of the santol is a termite hill (punso). People have claimed (eg Joseph Martinez, Raffy Morillo etc.) that they saw a nuno sa punso near there. We were drinking in our lawn when they saw it. I thought they were joking but they weren't because they ran away ... !
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann correction - that our family was cursed by the beings around us
Mry Ellen Yogore Kimmeth aKenneth Yerro Ilio. That's in maman punso....
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann what did it look like?
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth Joan, maybe we need to put a crucifix between your toes the next time I see you....
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ mary ellen, i think it's - mamang nuno (sa punso), makikiraan po.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ kenneth, oooooh boy!
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth Could be it....
Kenneth Yerro Ilio I have no idea, noong tinuturo nila sa akin, I couldn't see it - pero sabi nila, nandiyan, ayan, sa may punso, then gumalaw daw, so they ran. Sabi ng katulong namin, palagi daw niyang nakikita yun. Mabait naman daw.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann yikes!!! kinikilabutan na ako dito!!!
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Pacencia na, growing up in that area (between area 2 and 3) - there were so many strange things that happened there, it was like a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann my nephews (sandy's kids) saw many elementals around the house. apparently their 3rd eyes were open wide!
Kenneth Yerro Ilio One time, my isang buntis na balik siya nang balik sa bahay namin, trying to get to something sa likod namin. May puno ng santol kasi doon, tanim ng Tatay and that summer, first time na nagbunga. Sabi niya, gusto niya yung santol. Sabi namin, you can get from the tree up front (yung malapit sa nuno) - nahuhulog lang ang mga bunga doon. Sabi niya, hindi, kailangan niya yung santol that was growing at the back. We never saw this woman before, ilang beses siyang bumalik doon ... I don't know what eventually happened but I thought that was really strange.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann that wouldn't have been a good idea for her to go near the punso anyway. but, where did she come from kaya?
Kenneth Yerro Ilio I have no idea. Even the katulongs nina Carale next door were puzzled as well - who the lady was. At that time, the bakod between UP Campus and Balara was still up so we thought she could not have come from there ... the only way to go to Balara that time was through a path near Albert Pastrana's house.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann baka she came from across commonwealth ave. via the pastranas. i know there was a barbed wire fence along the perimeter but there was a big gap by that little well where people could pass through to come
Candy Bandong "tabi po nuno" yata was what one would say to a mound or anthill. Heaven forbid kung doon ka sa punso maihi!!!!
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth exactamente!
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres Aha, this is the best spot to post this...Nina Beza Demonteverde my hubby, Chris , and I began my assignment of taking pics in area 2. But it was so late na so we decided to take a pic of our balete. Night time would be a good time. We brought along our big camera with its techy flash and lenses. (tom na ang posting ha). Well guess what, the camera refused to work! Earlier in the day Chris used it to take pics of a very very dark worship hall with no problems. But tonight, with the car's headlights helping out to illumine the tree, the cam went haywire. We did manage some shots and I saw some shadows walking around. Quiet lang ako! At a specific spot up the tree, reputed to be the 'capre's' bedding, the cam refused to work again. I had to go near it to help out the lighting! Anyway, we managed shots to the best we could
Carlos David
Nung 1994, ginagawa ko yung MA thesis ko sa room ko (extension ng house namin na giniba na ng next tenant). It was around 7 pm, at madilim na nung time na yon. Yung room ko, big, dark - at sa pagtitipid sa electricity eh lamp lang gami ko; adjoins the supposed maid's room. So imagine na madilim yung room, at nasa corner ako pounding away the computer. For some reason, napatingin ako sa door that separates my room from the maid's room, at, kitang kita ko bumukas yung door dahan dahan as if may nagbubukas nung pinto. Sa sobrang sanay namin sa multo sa bahay, at sa stress ko sa thesis ko, I just looked at the door, at binalewala. Maraming marami pa kaming kuwento, di ba bopit? Remember the knocking on the door sa Ordonez house, pero remember, it was vacant that time and nandoon tayo sa garage natin? I will never forget that, and our reaction.
Nina Beza Demonteverde Wellie Baldoria - here it is.
Wellie Baldoria Ok thanks Nina.
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres Aha, this is the best spot to post this...Nina Beza Demonteverde my hubby, Chris , and I began my assignment of taking pics in area 2. But it was so late na so we decided to take a pic of our balete. Night time would be a good time. We brou...See More
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres You have yet to hear our stories experienced inside the house!
Nina Beza Demonteverde Bring it on, Bopit. Kitam? May negative force/energy yung balete talaga, kasi territory ni kapre/maligno. It was trying to override you, but your high-tech was able to outsmart it. Hala, kwento na. Pati yung happenings inside the haus. Ako na mag copy n paste sa doco para kay Wellie Boy. Basta pukpukin lang nya si Big na mag Fbk.? Ayos ba Wel?
Wellie Baldoria Ayos! Nina.
Carlos David Nung 1994, ginagawa ko yung MA thesis ko sa room ko (extension ng house namin na giniba na ng next tenant). It was around 7 pm, at madilim na nung time na yon. Yung room ko, big, dark - at sa pagtitipid sa electricity eh lamp lang gami ko; ...See More
Nina Beza Demonteverde Wellie Baldoria - maybe create another separate doco on the Hauntings at the Cuyugan House? Lots of material on this kasi. Ikaw na gumawa ng new doco para practice mo. Then copy & paste to transfer the relevant material for this sub-topic. OKs?
Carlos David Here's the story of #4 Bautista St., the Ordonez house. Picture this: summer 1994, around 10:30 pm, Bopit and I were smoking in our garage, and sitting on the trunk (boot) of my ford cortina (former soriano car). Walang fence between our h...See More
Nina Beza Demonteverde Carlos David - wud u know if the Ordonez family ever experienced multo when they were living there? I wonder kung may tumagal na UP Visayas guys dun post 1995.
Carlos David Maybe Ishmael will see this post. UP Visayas has developed the big backyard, and built several more units. I am sure mimumulto din sila.
Wellie Baldoria Nina I created a separte doc already temporarily titled: The Cuyugan Documentaries
Nina Beza Demonteverde That's good. Now start to copy & paste the latest posts that Bopit and Leloy have written on this thread so far. All other posts relative to this topic shd be appended to your other msg thread. Oks ba Ani & Leloy, jsut to make it easier for Wel?
Wellie Baldoria Yup, Bopit promised her stories over the vacation palagay ko isang libro pa ito....
Carlos David haha, maghanda kayo, bahay yata namin ang most haunted on campus eh.
Wellie Baldoria Leloy. Bopit: perhaps you can guys can post yur stories in The Cuyugan Documentaries. We opened this document exclusive to your bundle of stories.
Carlos David Wellie, I couldn't transfer my earlier post to the new thread you opened. I tried to copy / paste it, but could not.
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres teach me how to go to the Cuyugan Hauntings Documentaries...once I know how to get there, I can easily type away my stories / our stories/ marami kami ni Leloy together, then isa isa, then with my son, by myself etc...last night was bad huh...pag uwi i suddenly got this rash all over my body, kati kati!!! this was after the balete pictorial...
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres a sus i found it...
Nina Beza Demonteverde Wellie Baldoria - now here's your chance to teach the Cuyugans how to access the doco you just created, and how to save their entries. C'mon Well, do it!
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres where do i put the balete pics?
Nina Beza Demonteverde bopit - baka kinulam ka ng capre .
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres well, wa epek kasi kanina ok na ako lol
Nina Beza Demonteverde Ani - For now just post the pix on this Fbk site. Candy Bandong - Wud u like to save the posted pix on weebly and organize them there, for now?
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres may isang pic na may malaking orb floating in the dark part of the pic...leloy, this spot that Chris took is reputed to be the sitting area of Samit...kap's name for those who do not know, who gave his name? anyway, i was apprehensive about aiming the flash at this spot...you will see why
Carlos David yikes! post the picture na, bopit
Boogie Simons yung diliman lady parang nawala na....LOA ba? : )
By Nina Beza Demonteverde and Wellie Baldoria in Batang UP Campus 60-70-80's
This is a compilation of personal "spiritual"/ghostly/whatever you may call it, experiences of all Batang UP Campus residents . .. Believe it or Not!
Thanks to our IT expert Nina for helping me open this document.
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Here are some of the spirit/ghost/elementals/kapre's experiences of some of our batang campus neighbors if there are more kindly post so we can include it in our topic "Takutan sa Diliman".
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Candy B. informed me about this conversation but I was late ... there are a lot of stories, some of which were printed in an issue of the Diliman Review in 60s. The stories range from Lady of Diliman on the Beta Epsilon Way to the pugot in the women's dorm (Ilang-ilang, Kamia and Sampaguita) to the sound of tanikala heard in the College of Law and the floating apparition in the College of Education. Kami naman sa Vet Med (ito ay totoo), palagi kaming nag-oovernight studying for Anatomy especially noong first year kami (ca 1975). One time, madaling araw, may narinig kaming naliligo sa men's room. Tabo-tabo - sira ang shower - at may isang drum na tubig doon. Akala namin kagrupo but when we went inside to check, wala namang tao. Then we saw wet foot prints going away from us.
Kenneth Yerro Ilio The best story was the vehicle that appeared in front of UP Fisheries na may sakay na mga estudiyante sa Fisheries. E, naaksidente ang mga iyon sa Bikol area or somewhere. Even ang sasakyan nag multo!
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth So here is my story and it is real: I had a fever all day, but went ahead and played outside anyway and we told ghost stories on our porch. One of the stories was about how Father Gough and Father Delaney held mass at the old ruined catholic church (I think behind the round one). The dead priest would hold mass for the dead people and you could hear the music of the dead. That night, I went to bed but I woke up, I heard mysterious church organ music and I smelled dying flowers like the ones at a funeral. My glow-in-the-dark rosary which I hung at the foot of my bed was glowing eerily almost pulsing. I was cold.... I thought the Multo was visiting. Fever induced delerium? Not sure to this day....
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Last - sa area 2 - sa bahay namin - an aunt who believes in the supernatural, one time visited with a friend of hers who was a spiritista. The friend was hesitant to come in to our house, she was very agitated. Sabi niya, maraming spirits doon because our house was situated in a fault between the spirit world and our world. Kaya naman pala kung kami ay naglalaro ng spirit of the glass, we get spirits all the time - even during the day (this is really creepy - the game - a lot of stories to tell too). Then sabi niya, i-exorcise daw niya ako because she felt, there was a spirit that possessed my being. Siyempre, bilang isang siyentipiko, skeptical ako. But at the same time, dahil I believe in some supernaturals - I agreed. She took out a small copper crucifix and placed it in between my ring finger and middle finger of my right hand while chanting some latin gibberish. Wala namang nangyari. She then did that to the other hand. Wala din. Then she plaed it in between my right middle toe and the 2nd to the last toe of my foot. UMINIT and cross!
Kenneth Yerro Ilio It was so painful, sigaw ako ng sigaw - ayak ko na, alisin mo, hindi ko na kaya! The thing was, I was screaming in a different voice. Not my voice at all. She held onto my toes, pressing them together so the cross will not fall - hanggang - whatever caused my voice to change - left.
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth yikes and double yikes
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Sabi niya, it was somebody who I met in Mindanao. Sa isip ko, paano naman niyang nalaman na I was in Mindanao a few mohts before?
Bong Yogore Doodooodododododododo ...... parang "Twilight Zone"....
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ mary ellen, there weren't any ant or termite hills in our backyard kasi the houses were new when we moved in but my father planted a rubber tree which is kind of famous now. you can still see it from commonwealth avenue - in fact when i worked at the AIT i could see it from the training dept. window. word has it, meron kapre that lives there. our neighbors the bellezas knew he lived in the tree. although....in filipino folklore, kapres live in mango trees as opposed to balete trees. the tree is out of control now but no one wants to give it a good trimming.
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth I think the tag line was longer like "Mamang puso, pakikiraan po". There were also ant hills on our way to the conservatory of music for piano lessons.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ kenneth, soon after our mother passed away we had a spiritista come to the house and do a cleansing kasi she told us maraming espirito, and she also mentioned the old man in the balete tree and that our family had a curse on it - and that i was next in line to be "taken" - i think it was a good move to leave the house behind na lang. every time i flew home to visit, the moment i stepped foot inside the house i felt like leaving but couldn't explain why. it became increasingly uncomfortable being in the house, every succeeding time that i visited. finally in 1997 the house was returned to u.p. when my brother leloy emigrated here. my siblings have many stories to tell. i may have a few that i hope will come back to me as we post stories here. there were also times when i felt there was someone else in the house aside from whoever else was there with me at the time.
Kenneth Yerro Ilio May puno ng santol doon sa Aguinaldo St., sa may bahay namin. On the foot of the santol is a termite hill (punso). People have claimed (eg Joseph Martinez, Raffy Morillo etc.) that they saw a nuno sa punso near there. We were drinking in our lawn when they saw it. I thought they were joking but they weren't because they ran away ... !
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann correction - that our family was cursed by the beings around us
Mry Ellen Yogore Kimmeth aKenneth Yerro Ilio. That's in maman punso....
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann what did it look like?
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth Joan, maybe we need to put a crucifix between your toes the next time I see you....
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ mary ellen, i think it's - mamang nuno (sa punso), makikiraan po.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann @ kenneth, oooooh boy!
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth Could be it....
Kenneth Yerro Ilio I have no idea, noong tinuturo nila sa akin, I couldn't see it - pero sabi nila, nandiyan, ayan, sa may punso, then gumalaw daw, so they ran. Sabi ng katulong namin, palagi daw niyang nakikita yun. Mabait naman daw.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann yikes!!! kinikilabutan na ako dito!!!
Kenneth Yerro Ilio Pacencia na, growing up in that area (between area 2 and 3) - there were so many strange things that happened there, it was like a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann my nephews (sandy's kids) saw many elementals around the house. apparently their 3rd eyes were open wide!
Kenneth Yerro Ilio One time, my isang buntis na balik siya nang balik sa bahay namin, trying to get to something sa likod namin. May puno ng santol kasi doon, tanim ng Tatay and that summer, first time na nagbunga. Sabi niya, gusto niya yung santol. Sabi namin, you can get from the tree up front (yung malapit sa nuno) - nahuhulog lang ang mga bunga doon. Sabi niya, hindi, kailangan niya yung santol that was growing at the back. We never saw this woman before, ilang beses siyang bumalik doon ... I don't know what eventually happened but I thought that was really strange.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann that wouldn't have been a good idea for her to go near the punso anyway. but, where did she come from kaya?
Kenneth Yerro Ilio I have no idea. Even the katulongs nina Carale next door were puzzled as well - who the lady was. At that time, the bakod between UP Campus and Balara was still up so we thought she could not have come from there ... the only way to go to Balara that time was through a path near Albert Pastrana's house.
Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann baka she came from across commonwealth ave. via the pastranas. i know there was a barbed wire fence along the perimeter but there was a big gap by that little well where people could pass through to come
Candy Bandong "tabi po nuno" yata was what one would say to a mound or anthill. Heaven forbid kung doon ka sa punso maihi!!!!
Mary Ellen Yogore Kimmeth exactamente!
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres Aha, this is the best spot to post this...Nina Beza Demonteverde my hubby, Chris , and I began my assignment of taking pics in area 2. But it was so late na so we decided to take a pic of our balete. Night time would be a good time. We brought along our big camera with its techy flash and lenses. (tom na ang posting ha). Well guess what, the camera refused to work! Earlier in the day Chris used it to take pics of a very very dark worship hall with no problems. But tonight, with the car's headlights helping out to illumine the tree, the cam went haywire. We did manage some shots and I saw some shadows walking around. Quiet lang ako! At a specific spot up the tree, reputed to be the 'capre's' bedding, the cam refused to work again. I had to go near it to help out the lighting! Anyway, we managed shots to the best we could
Carlos David
Nung 1994, ginagawa ko yung MA thesis ko sa room ko (extension ng house namin na giniba na ng next tenant). It was around 7 pm, at madilim na nung time na yon. Yung room ko, big, dark - at sa pagtitipid sa electricity eh lamp lang gami ko; adjoins the supposed maid's room. So imagine na madilim yung room, at nasa corner ako pounding away the computer. For some reason, napatingin ako sa door that separates my room from the maid's room, at, kitang kita ko bumukas yung door dahan dahan as if may nagbubukas nung pinto. Sa sobrang sanay namin sa multo sa bahay, at sa stress ko sa thesis ko, I just looked at the door, at binalewala. Maraming marami pa kaming kuwento, di ba bopit? Remember the knocking on the door sa Ordonez house, pero remember, it was vacant that time and nandoon tayo sa garage natin? I will never forget that, and our reaction.
Nina Beza Demonteverde Wellie Baldoria - here it is.
Wellie Baldoria Ok thanks Nina.
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres Aha, this is the best spot to post this...Nina Beza Demonteverde my hubby, Chris , and I began my assignment of taking pics in area 2. But it was so late na so we decided to take a pic of our balete. Night time would be a good time. We brou...See More
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres You have yet to hear our stories experienced inside the house!
Nina Beza Demonteverde Bring it on, Bopit. Kitam? May negative force/energy yung balete talaga, kasi territory ni kapre/maligno. It was trying to override you, but your high-tech was able to outsmart it. Hala, kwento na. Pati yung happenings inside the haus. Ako na mag copy n paste sa doco para kay Wellie Boy. Basta pukpukin lang nya si Big na mag Fbk.? Ayos ba Wel?
Wellie Baldoria Ayos! Nina.
Carlos David Nung 1994, ginagawa ko yung MA thesis ko sa room ko (extension ng house namin na giniba na ng next tenant). It was around 7 pm, at madilim na nung time na yon. Yung room ko, big, dark - at sa pagtitipid sa electricity eh lamp lang gami ko; ...See More
Nina Beza Demonteverde Wellie Baldoria - maybe create another separate doco on the Hauntings at the Cuyugan House? Lots of material on this kasi. Ikaw na gumawa ng new doco para practice mo. Then copy & paste to transfer the relevant material for this sub-topic. OKs?
Carlos David Here's the story of #4 Bautista St., the Ordonez house. Picture this: summer 1994, around 10:30 pm, Bopit and I were smoking in our garage, and sitting on the trunk (boot) of my ford cortina (former soriano car). Walang fence between our h...See More
Nina Beza Demonteverde Carlos David - wud u know if the Ordonez family ever experienced multo when they were living there? I wonder kung may tumagal na UP Visayas guys dun post 1995.
Carlos David Maybe Ishmael will see this post. UP Visayas has developed the big backyard, and built several more units. I am sure mimumulto din sila.
Wellie Baldoria Nina I created a separte doc already temporarily titled: The Cuyugan Documentaries
Nina Beza Demonteverde That's good. Now start to copy & paste the latest posts that Bopit and Leloy have written on this thread so far. All other posts relative to this topic shd be appended to your other msg thread. Oks ba Ani & Leloy, jsut to make it easier for Wel?
Wellie Baldoria Yup, Bopit promised her stories over the vacation palagay ko isang libro pa ito....
Carlos David haha, maghanda kayo, bahay yata namin ang most haunted on campus eh.
Wellie Baldoria Leloy. Bopit: perhaps you can guys can post yur stories in The Cuyugan Documentaries. We opened this document exclusive to your bundle of stories.
Carlos David Wellie, I couldn't transfer my earlier post to the new thread you opened. I tried to copy / paste it, but could not.
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres teach me how to go to the Cuyugan Hauntings Documentaries...once I know how to get there, I can easily type away my stories / our stories/ marami kami ni Leloy together, then isa isa, then with my son, by myself etc...last night was bad huh...pag uwi i suddenly got this rash all over my body, kati kati!!! this was after the balete pictorial...
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres a sus i found it...
Nina Beza Demonteverde Wellie Baldoria - now here's your chance to teach the Cuyugans how to access the doco you just created, and how to save their entries. C'mon Well, do it!
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres where do i put the balete pics?
Nina Beza Demonteverde bopit - baka kinulam ka ng capre .
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres well, wa epek kasi kanina ok na ako lol
Nina Beza Demonteverde Ani - For now just post the pix on this Fbk site. Candy Bandong - Wud u like to save the posted pix on weebly and organize them there, for now?
Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres may isang pic na may malaking orb floating in the dark part of the pic...leloy, this spot that Chris took is reputed to be the sitting area of Samit...kap's name for those who do not know, who gave his name? anyway, i was apprehensive about aiming the flash at this spot...you will see why
Carlos David yikes! post the picture na, bopit
Boogie Simons yung diliman lady parang nawala na....LOA ba? : )
The Cuyugan Documentaries
The Cuyugan DocumentariesBy Carlos David, Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres and Wellie Baldoria in Batang UP Campus 60-70-80's
him making pagpag the bed , movements of cleaning up di ba? So I just yell a " Loy alis na ako!" I leave the doors, all doors open because Leloy was
still there! Later on I find out that
mama and Leloy went home to discover all main doors open! I told them because loy was till home I could not lock him in right? Truth was, Loy left
with mama very early in the morning!
- Joan Cuyugan Bohlmann shares @ bopit (ani), i have one poignant memory of your doppelgaenger - just a short one..... one afternoon, must have been in 1974, and i was in my room (extension at the back, vis-a-vis the maid's room), i forget what i was doing but i saw you poke your head in as if you were checking to see if i was there. didn't think anything of it. few minutes later, here you are, coming home from school. hmmmm....so, who was that, earlier? my goodness!
- All throughout high school and college, at 12:00-12:30 noon, the sound of shoe heels would be heard walking up the driveway. So many times I mistook that for mama, as she came home for lunchbreak, pero wala. Several times I would come running to the front door to unlock it. Grabe. Then, during the "witching hour" 1-3 am, the sound of someone walking from the kitchen to the living room naman. Every night.
- It was summer and the barkadas had this fun habit of staying up late playing basketball, volleyball, chitchats there in the basketball court right beside the house. One evening we really stayed up late so Marj Montes decided to sleep over at our house. After baking some cupcakes, milk and cookies...grabe college na kami ha...we decided to call it a day and slept together in the middle room...Leloy, Marj and me. Getting into sleepy mode, in the dark, the main bathroom toilet flushes...with no one in the restroom. Mama announces " Did you hear that?" Marj freaks out, we let out a scream, the remaining barkadas in the court heard us!
- Carlos David Here's the story of #4 Bautista St., the Ordonez house. Picture this: summer 1994, around 10:30 pm, Bopit and I were smoking in our garage, and sitting on the trunk (boot) of my ford cortina (former soriano car). Walang fence between our house and theirs, and our front door faces their front door at an exact angel. The house was vacant that time, as it was being prepped to become the UP Visayas housing. So tahimik kami nakatanga sa driveway namin, smoking, biglang may three loud knocks on the Ordonez front door! Bopit and I looked at each other, and I calmly said: Bopit? Multo. (matter of fact tone). Calmly, we went inside our house. haha... OK, same house, 1995, Christmas Day morning. #4 was already commissioned to be the visayas house. At around 8:30 am, I saw the faculty members leave the house, with all their belongings, and all in a single file. Reason? As they were getting ready for the day, one faculty member saw a matandang babae sa bathroom! Multo !
- Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres Aha, this is the best spot to post this...Nina Beza Demonteverde my hubby, Chris , and I began my assignment of taking pics in area 2. But it was so late na so we decided to take a pic of our balete. Night time would be a good time. We brought along our big camera with its techy flash and lenses. (tom na ang posting ha). Well guess what, the camera refused to work! Earlier in the day Chris used it to take pics of a very very dark worship hall with no problems. But tonight, with the car's headlights helping out to illumine the tree, the cam went haywire. We did manage some shots and I saw some shadows walking around. Quiet lang ako! At a specific spot up the tree, reputed to be the 'capre's' bedding, the cam refused to work again. I had to go near it to help out the lighting! Anyway, we managed shots to the best we could.
- Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres You have yet to hear our stories experienced inside the house!
- Carlos David Nung 1994, ginagawa ko yung MA thesis ko sa room ko (extension ng house namin na giniba na ng next tenant). It was around 7 pm, at madilim na nung time na yon. Yung room ko, big, dark - at sa pagtitipid sa electricity eh lamp lang gami ko; adjoined the supposed maid's room. So imagine na madilim yung room, at nasa corner ako pounding away the computer. For some reason, napatingin ako sa door that separates my room from the maid's room, at, kitang kita ko bumukas yung door dahan dahan as if may nagbubukas nung pinto. Sa sobrang sanay namin sa multo sa bahay, at sa stress ko sa thesis ko, I just looked at the door, at binalewala. Maraming marami pa kaming kuwento, di ba bopit? Remember the knocking on the door sa Ordonez house, pero remember, it was vacant that time and nandoon tayo sa garage natin? I will never forget that, and our reaction.
- Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres My photography class in 4th year high needed to stay late sa UP High to develop pictures with Mr. Diaz. I had a consent form which daddy signed, so from the 4 pm class, we stayed on sa school. Mama, at home forgot about my class. So at dinner time, Lee Floresca, a cousin was there, mama knocks at my door to call for supper. She said she heard my radio on, my lamp on and movement. So she knocks and I answer, "Oo susunod na!"but angrily. They have dinner ahead of me, thinking I was in a bad mood. That was around 7 pm. I enter the house at 10 pm and Lee, eating a mango is surprised asking," How did you get out?" "What time did you go out?" So I answer, "since this morning I have been out and have not eaten dinner yet." Thus begins the doppelganger effect where the entities imitate us fooling people around.
him making pagpag the bed , movements of cleaning up di ba? So I just yell a " Loy alis na ako!" I leave the doors, all doors open because Leloy was
still there! Later on I find out that
mama and Leloy went home to discover all main doors open! I told them because loy was till home I could not lock him in right? Truth was, Loy left
with mama very early in the morning!
- Ani Santos-Cuyugan Torres loy, when you have stories to print, go to edit docs click it and go to the first account, make a bulletpoint there and
- Carlos David Oo nga i just realized it after. sige, uulitin ko ito.
Mga Multo sa UP Campus Article by Catherine Grace de Leon, reprinted from the Philippine Daily Inquirer, 03/28/09
Ghosts on campus: UP Diliman is the scene of spine-tingling reports of ghost sightings and urban legends
Posted on 29th April 2009
I once asked a friend why most people feared ghosts more than werewolves, aswang, duendes, aliens and monsters.
“Well,” he answered. “It’s because they’re supposed to be dead.”
The UP College of Music at the Abelardo Hall has a curfew. At 8 in the evening, the bell will ring and all who are still inside must exit the building before the guard locks it down. This was not always so. Years ago, people could stay in as long as they wanted. You see, we Music majors are addicted to practice. We’d pound away on our instruments until 3 in the morning if we could. So understandably, many of us were disgruntled when the 8 p.m. rule was first imposed.
Several weeks ago, we were talking to one of our professors, also a Music alumna, expressing envy at how, during her time, she could stay in the college and practice to her heart’s content way into the night.
“You’re right, we didn’t have an official curfew then,” she replied. “Instead, we had what we called a natural curfew. Once you start to hear someone playing, singing or dancing along to your solitary music…Ay! Umuwi ka na!”
And even until now, many janitors claim that sometimes they hear passionate piano playing in one of the classrooms, but when they got to check it out, they find no one there.
They also say that in the gamelan room, the biggest gong in the ensemble (gong ageng) vibrates by itself at 12 midnight. And it must be true because every gamelan set is believed to have its own identity and to be inhabited by spirits whom you must not offend—which is why you must treat the instruments with care and never step over them, or you will never have children of your own.
Several piano professors also claim that there’s a little girl who wanders around the second floor of the annex building at night, especially if you’re the only one left practicing in the premises.
Jeepney stories
It was late at night when a man waved his hand at the driver and got on the jeep. The driver wondered why the man chose to stand on the edge and cling on to the rails, and asked him why he wouldn’t just take a seat. Just as the man was about to answer that the vehicle was full of passengers, he realized it was actually empty.
Another tale was that of a girl who got on the jeepney by herself. All of a sudden, the driver veered away from the regular route into unknown territory. Driving through dark and unpopulated areas, he kept glancing cautiously at the girl over his shoulder.
The girl started to fear for her life and womanly dignity (what if he planned to rape her?) and requested that she be dropped off at her dorm. In time the jeepney resumed its regular route and she was dropped off in front of her building.
But before taking off, the driver said, “Miss, as soon as you get inside, take off your clothes and burn them. Because when I saw your reflection in the rear view mirror, you were headless.” He also said that was the reason he took several unusual turns—because he feared the girl’s untimely demise lay in the jeepney’s regular course.
Vinzons Hall
At Vinzons Hall, it was the end of the semester, and a guy was waiting for his friend to meet him. Since the first floor was quite busy and crowded with students celebrating sem-break, he went up to the second floor, which was empty of people and quite peaceful, and started to read a book—a pleasure he had been deprived of during finals week.
All of a sudden, he heard a woman eerily gasp for breath from the men’s comfort room. A few minutes later, his friend walked out, and he asked him if he had heard anything. His friend said no, and laughed at him because he seemed to be imagining things.
Before they left, the guy decided to relieve himself in one of the cubicles. After some time he felt someone patting and smoothing his head. He looked up and saw a girl hanging from her neck, her complexion gray from the lack of oxygen, and her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. And grazing his head were the soles of her feet! He hurriedly ran out with his zipper still undone, and he never used that comfort room again.
Dorm stories
At the Sampaguita dorm, a student was brushing her teeth when a woman suddenly appeared in the mirror behind her. In fright, she started to pray the rosary, and the lady raspily prayed it along with her.
Another student was washing her face, and when she looked in the mirror with her face still covered in soap suds, she saw her reflection smiling back at her. She hurriedly ran out and rinsed her face with mineral water.
Some dormers also claimed that while taking a shower, a black presence with red eyes peeped at them.
Benitez Hall
Of all the colleges rumored to be haunted at UP, the College of Education is the most notorious and controversial, being the oldest building on camps.
A friend studied elementary and high school at the UP Integrated School, from which she and her friends had a full view of the College of Education. She told the story of a girl who committed suicide on the fourth floor. And on some nights they could see her jumping from the topmost floor, and then vanishing before she hit the ground.
A new professor, who requested not to be named, recounted how she was once having class when she noticed that two of her students at the back were not listening. Instead, they were whispering to each other and kept glancing towards the door. Irritated she approached them after class and asked why they weren’t listening to the discussion. And they answered that they saw a man in white watching her as he peeped through the door.
Asking around, they were advised to seek information from the librarians, who then instructed them to look at the board of past and present deans.
“There! That’s him!” said the students, pointing to the picture of Dean Benitez—the man after whom the College of Education was named.
The librarians then explained that while Dean Benitez was still alive, he would walk around and observe the new professors in their classes.
The next story I’m going to share has reached urban legend status. It has been told time and time again around UP, and now has several variations.
It was very late at night and raining too hard. A professor was the only one left at the College of Education, and she couldn’t go home due to the heavy rains. She approached the guard and asked if she could stay in the building for some time, at least until the rain stopped. He generously obliged, but on several conditions.
He brought her to one of the rooms and instructed her to shut and lock the door. She was to stay inside the whole time until he came back to get her. Under no circumstances was she permitted to open the door unless she heard him knock. The professor agreed and the guard left her and returned to his post.
After some time, the professor heard footsteps outside the room. Someone was walking along the corridor. Approaching the door, she peeked through the keyhole. The footsteps had stopped and all she could see was the color red. Just red and nothing else. She stood back up, extremely curious at what she just saw. But heeding the guard’s instructions, she chose not to open the door.
A few hours later, the security guard returned and knocked for her. She opened it and he said it was okay for her to come out now. She thanked him for his kindness, but couldn’t keep herself from asking. Whose were those footsteps, and why as the view from the keyhole nothing but red?
“Ah, the guard responded knowingly. Trying to soothe her, he explained that there really was a ghost that would walking along the corridor at a certain hour every night. That was why he instructed her to stay inside the room and keep the door locked at all times. And that ghost, he continued, had big red eyes.
UP Infant Center
Students taking family life and Child Development (FLCD) have a subject called Home Management. While taking it up, they are required to live in the Infant Center, which is reportedly haunted. Residents would wake up to find all the cupboards in the kitchen open. A guy also went to bed without a blanket, and when he woke up, he was snuggled up under one.
So one night, my friend her classmates, and their professor were having a quiet dinner, when all of a sudden they heard the innocent sound of a baby’s laughter.
Their eyes grew wide and they held their breath. After a moment of silence, their professor cautiously admitted, “Cellphone ko yon. Paabot nga.”
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Article by Catherine Grace de Leon, reprinted from the Philippine Daily Inquirer, 03/28/09
Posted on 29th April 2009
I once asked a friend why most people feared ghosts more than werewolves, aswang, duendes, aliens and monsters.
“Well,” he answered. “It’s because they’re supposed to be dead.”
The UP College of Music at the Abelardo Hall has a curfew. At 8 in the evening, the bell will ring and all who are still inside must exit the building before the guard locks it down. This was not always so. Years ago, people could stay in as long as they wanted. You see, we Music majors are addicted to practice. We’d pound away on our instruments until 3 in the morning if we could. So understandably, many of us were disgruntled when the 8 p.m. rule was first imposed.
Several weeks ago, we were talking to one of our professors, also a Music alumna, expressing envy at how, during her time, she could stay in the college and practice to her heart’s content way into the night.
“You’re right, we didn’t have an official curfew then,” she replied. “Instead, we had what we called a natural curfew. Once you start to hear someone playing, singing or dancing along to your solitary music…Ay! Umuwi ka na!”
And even until now, many janitors claim that sometimes they hear passionate piano playing in one of the classrooms, but when they got to check it out, they find no one there.
They also say that in the gamelan room, the biggest gong in the ensemble (gong ageng) vibrates by itself at 12 midnight. And it must be true because every gamelan set is believed to have its own identity and to be inhabited by spirits whom you must not offend—which is why you must treat the instruments with care and never step over them, or you will never have children of your own.
Several piano professors also claim that there’s a little girl who wanders around the second floor of the annex building at night, especially if you’re the only one left practicing in the premises.
Jeepney stories
It was late at night when a man waved his hand at the driver and got on the jeep. The driver wondered why the man chose to stand on the edge and cling on to the rails, and asked him why he wouldn’t just take a seat. Just as the man was about to answer that the vehicle was full of passengers, he realized it was actually empty.
Another tale was that of a girl who got on the jeepney by herself. All of a sudden, the driver veered away from the regular route into unknown territory. Driving through dark and unpopulated areas, he kept glancing cautiously at the girl over his shoulder.
The girl started to fear for her life and womanly dignity (what if he planned to rape her?) and requested that she be dropped off at her dorm. In time the jeepney resumed its regular route and she was dropped off in front of her building.
But before taking off, the driver said, “Miss, as soon as you get inside, take off your clothes and burn them. Because when I saw your reflection in the rear view mirror, you were headless.” He also said that was the reason he took several unusual turns—because he feared the girl’s untimely demise lay in the jeepney’s regular course.
Vinzons Hall
At Vinzons Hall, it was the end of the semester, and a guy was waiting for his friend to meet him. Since the first floor was quite busy and crowded with students celebrating sem-break, he went up to the second floor, which was empty of people and quite peaceful, and started to read a book—a pleasure he had been deprived of during finals week.
All of a sudden, he heard a woman eerily gasp for breath from the men’s comfort room. A few minutes later, his friend walked out, and he asked him if he had heard anything. His friend said no, and laughed at him because he seemed to be imagining things.
Before they left, the guy decided to relieve himself in one of the cubicles. After some time he felt someone patting and smoothing his head. He looked up and saw a girl hanging from her neck, her complexion gray from the lack of oxygen, and her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. And grazing his head were the soles of her feet! He hurriedly ran out with his zipper still undone, and he never used that comfort room again.
Dorm stories
At the Sampaguita dorm, a student was brushing her teeth when a woman suddenly appeared in the mirror behind her. In fright, she started to pray the rosary, and the lady raspily prayed it along with her.
Another student was washing her face, and when she looked in the mirror with her face still covered in soap suds, she saw her reflection smiling back at her. She hurriedly ran out and rinsed her face with mineral water.
Some dormers also claimed that while taking a shower, a black presence with red eyes peeped at them.
Benitez Hall
Of all the colleges rumored to be haunted at UP, the College of Education is the most notorious and controversial, being the oldest building on camps.
A friend studied elementary and high school at the UP Integrated School, from which she and her friends had a full view of the College of Education. She told the story of a girl who committed suicide on the fourth floor. And on some nights they could see her jumping from the topmost floor, and then vanishing before she hit the ground.
A new professor, who requested not to be named, recounted how she was once having class when she noticed that two of her students at the back were not listening. Instead, they were whispering to each other and kept glancing towards the door. Irritated she approached them after class and asked why they weren’t listening to the discussion. And they answered that they saw a man in white watching her as he peeped through the door.
Asking around, they were advised to seek information from the librarians, who then instructed them to look at the board of past and present deans.
“There! That’s him!” said the students, pointing to the picture of Dean Benitez—the man after whom the College of Education was named.
The librarians then explained that while Dean Benitez was still alive, he would walk around and observe the new professors in their classes.
The next story I’m going to share has reached urban legend status. It has been told time and time again around UP, and now has several variations.
It was very late at night and raining too hard. A professor was the only one left at the College of Education, and she couldn’t go home due to the heavy rains. She approached the guard and asked if she could stay in the building for some time, at least until the rain stopped. He generously obliged, but on several conditions.
He brought her to one of the rooms and instructed her to shut and lock the door. She was to stay inside the whole time until he came back to get her. Under no circumstances was she permitted to open the door unless she heard him knock. The professor agreed and the guard left her and returned to his post.
After some time, the professor heard footsteps outside the room. Someone was walking along the corridor. Approaching the door, she peeked through the keyhole. The footsteps had stopped and all she could see was the color red. Just red and nothing else. She stood back up, extremely curious at what she just saw. But heeding the guard’s instructions, she chose not to open the door.
A few hours later, the security guard returned and knocked for her. She opened it and he said it was okay for her to come out now. She thanked him for his kindness, but couldn’t keep herself from asking. Whose were those footsteps, and why as the view from the keyhole nothing but red?
“Ah, the guard responded knowingly. Trying to soothe her, he explained that there really was a ghost that would walking along the corridor at a certain hour every night. That was why he instructed her to stay inside the room and keep the door locked at all times. And that ghost, he continued, had big red eyes.
UP Infant Center
Students taking family life and Child Development (FLCD) have a subject called Home Management. While taking it up, they are required to live in the Infant Center, which is reportedly haunted. Residents would wake up to find all the cupboards in the kitchen open. A guy also went to bed without a blanket, and when he woke up, he was snuggled up under one.
So one night, my friend her classmates, and their professor were having a quiet dinner, when all of a sudden they heard the innocent sound of a baby’s laughter.
Their eyes grew wide and they held their breath. After a moment of silence, their professor cautiously admitted, “Cellphone ko yon. Paabot nga.”
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Article by Catherine Grace de Leon, reprinted from the Philippine Daily Inquirer, 03/28/09
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