Necro Manila: The White Man and the White Lady

The spirit world permeates our reality. Material barriers such as locks, gates, and walls cannot keep it out. Spirits do not discriminate by race, religion, or status as we mortals do. They follow their own code, their own criteria in choosing those who they show themselves to. Rich or poor, weak or powerful, foreigner or native, these labels may no longer matter to ghosts. What they do sense, is a certain sensitivity to their kind, a spiritual kinship perhaps, or a defiance against their existence that they are only to willing to refute. But what is most likely, as those in the real estate business would say, is that what really matters is location, location, location. As the succeeding story will attest, it turns out that no matter how exclusive the enclave, as far as ghosts are concerned, there are no exceptions.

John Dee and Edward Kelley evoking a spirit

John Dee and Edward Kelley evoking a spirit (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

An American businessman moved into a grand mansion in a prestigious Manila neighborhood. A logical, practical, educated man, he had never given much credence to the supernatural. That was until he found himself unexpectedly sharing his home with an unwelcome tenant.

The household staff was composed of several maids, handymen, and guards. Amongst themselves, they would often talk about seeing a lady in white, a spectral vision gliding through the mansion in the twilight hours. Gradually, their employer began to comprehend snippets of his staff’s conversations, and become conscious of their shared fear of walking around the house and its grounds while alone at night. His initial response to all this was to dismiss these notions as irrational fantasies, probably the result of overactive imaginations at best, or drunken or drugged hallucinations at worst.

But then the haunting got personal. His first encounter with the spirit was a relatively low-key incident. It was late evening and he was taking a shower after a long day at work. As he was in the middle of rinsing himself, he felt an eerie presence, as if someone were close by, watching him. He turned off the water and slowly turned to look at the frosted glass walls of the shower enclosure. Through the hazy steam and cloudy glass he could make out a human form, vaguely female, standing just outside the shower. He walked toward the figure and pushed open the door, expecting to see a maid, and getting ready to berate her for disturbing his privacy. But he found nobody there. Exiting the bathroom, there was nobody to be seen in either the hallway or the adjacent rooms. The next morning, despite his thorough and intimidating interrogation of the maids, none of them would admit to having lurked around that area of the house the previous night. They all stuck to their story of having already gone to bed by that time.

日本語: ホワイトレディ

日本語: ホワイトレディ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

His second encounter with the spectre was much less ambiguous, and a lot more disturbing. One evening, as he was relaxing in his living room, he looked through the French windows out onto the garden. And there he saw standing a woman, very pale and dressed all in white. Her face was hidden by her long, wavy dark hair. She began to walk slowly across the lawn, towards a fish pond located at the other end of the garden. As she approached the fish pond, the woman knelt, then started to creep on all fours. At the edge of the pond, she bent her head down to the water, and began lapping it up with her tongue like a dog. The man watched her, transfixed by the chilling scene, wondering if and when the white lady would notice him. She must have sensed his thoughts. With her thirst finally sated, she slowly raised and turned her head, her wet face was now visible, and her menacing stare was directed straight towards the man who had been watching her. Then as suddenly as she had appeared, she faded into nothingness.

From then on, the American businessman began to think a bit more openly about paranormal phenomena and illogical concepts, and be more accepting of the regular parade of preposterous events on display here in the Philippines.

-text by Jude Defensor, some rights reserved. first published under horror column Necro Manila in Manual magazine, 2006

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  1. roshipotoshi

     /  May 12, 2012

    fear ko yan, a ghost appearing to me sa shower.

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