My family and I used to live in a rather large home in a gated subdivision in Metro Manila. Since I was young, I could see and feel "beings" entering and leaving my room, as if it were an intersection of dimensions between the world of the living and the dead. From something pressing buttons on my radio to being pulled halfway off the bed, I had enough experiences to tell skeptics that ghosts are real, and can be dangerous when they have so much energy.
 
 
One such experience in 2011 was the last in that home, before we moved to a condo in the business district. 
 
It was one of those sultry summer nights, and I was sleeping in my room. The atmosphere was calm but I couldn't sleep. Something was not right. My back was tingling and I kept tossing and turning in my bed. I felt like someone was putting pressure on my spinal area. A few minutes later I felt a burning sensation on my skin—throughout my skin—but there was nothing on me. No scratches or burns, thank God. I just told whatever was bothering me to quit it and let me sleep.
 
The night progressed and I still couldn't sleep, but my eyes were closed and I no longer felt anything touching me. I started relaxing into the bed, finally feeling the heaviness of sleep on my entire body. I didn't know what time it was, but I could clearly feel the air in my room shift, as if there were suddenly so many people in my room. I opened my eyes again but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I closed my eyes again but immediately opened my eyes a few moments after.
 
Someone whispered into my ear, so clear and close. It was male. We do not have men in our house (the driver had his own quarters just outside the main house), and I feared for my life if it was an intruder. 
 
"May sunog," he said. Fire. There was fire. I sat up with urgency and wonder if it was my house that was on fire. I was thinking of my mom and everyone else at home. Then I saw smoke outside my window. One of the houses near mine was indeed on fire. Whatever had been in my room was warning me of the fire. I called for everyone inside the house to get out. We all went into the street and saw the abandoned house ablaze. No one knew why and how the fire started; no one lived there for several years.
 
My mind went back to the voice that had told me about the fire. The male voice that whispered into my ear. Was he warning us or asking for help to quell the flames? I never found out, as luckily the fire department came in and did their job. The house didn't fully turn to ash and it was shortly boarded up.
 
A few weeks later we moved out of our house. As we drove out into the street, I looked into the house that burned, and immediately thought of the male voice. I still kept wondering why  There was nothing out of the ordinary, expect for a mark on one of the boards that strangely resembled a human figure. Could it be the man who whispered into my ear that night? Or just a mark, nothing else?