Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2006 22:49:02 +0800
From: Jose Cruz <holyrambutan@gmail.com>
Subject: A Philippine Ghost Story part 1

This story is fictional. However, brothels and comfort women (and gays)
during WW2 are real. Until now, Japan has yet to apologize and compensate
for their wartime atrocities. Any similarities to any persons or events,
past or present are purely coincidental except for historical figures
mentioned. This story may contain scenes which involve sexual situations
between males. If this type of material is offensive to you, or it is not
legal for you to be reading this type of material, please do not read any
further. Please do not copy this story for distribution or post on any
online server without the author's permission.

A Philippine Ghost Story part 1

That night, Eric woke up with a start. The darkness of the room seemed to
expand with his eyes squinting for the walls. There was no bedside lamp
to turn on, only the main switch beside the door. His lungs tried to suck
in the cool midnight air but he noticed it was oppressive and heavy. He
suddenly felt the hair on his nape stood up as cold sweat dripped down
his back and chest. His heart galloped fiercely, he knew something was
definitely wrong.

"Something is here...someone is here... Oh shit... Let it not be a ghost...
Let it not be...." he thought, his palms sweaty with fright.   Eric felt
unseen eyes boring into him.

He shifted his head on the pillow and covered himself with a blanket. He
tried to empty his mind of the fear of the unknown thinking that it's
just his imagination working overtime. He closed his eyes and started to
dream, but his ears were still vigilant.

He thought that this was already his fifth vacation at grandpa's house,
so why on earth would any supernatural thing show itself at this late a
time?   He was not a stranger to this house; so naturally, he expected
that the spirits in here would leave him alone. There was no specter in
the mirror during his last trip four years ago, so why now? Besides, he
was already sixteen years old, his body already showing a well-formed
six-pack, round brown pecs, chocolate nipples, bulging biceps and a large
cut dick to boot. He was a man, and all men do not believe in such
childish fantasies. But his fear of the unknown still gripped his mind
like a vise leaving him scared shitless like a little girl.

He imagined grandpa's house to be free of elementals and wayward spirits,
but the mere sight of it can indeed raise goosebumps from first time
visitors.   The squat crumbling hacienda house, made during the Spanish
era of Philippine history, was built with coral limestone blocks, molave
hardwood floors and terra cotta tile roofing, with windowpanes encased in
a checkered translucent Capiz shells that slide open like a shoji screen
overlooking the yard. The yard was something else- a couple of monstrous
mango trees sprawled near the front gate, unkempt bougainvilleas creeping
at the first floor, banana and papaya plants dotting the edges and rough
carabao grass carpeting the yard. Outside, the house looked like a lonely
sentinel perched high on a hilly mound, with no neighbors to disturb it.
  A couple of roosters were kept by Eric's grandfather in the back where
on Saturdays, he would take one out and blow cigar smoke onto the poor
bird's head for good luck before taking it into the weekly Sunday
cockfight.  But the scary thing is, it's only Eric's grandfather and his
rooster. There's no one else, no spinster auntie to tuck him in, not even
a maid to cook his meals or a gardener to trim the wild bougainvilleas.
The old man said he's content with solitary living and that he never felt
alone in the house after Eric's grandma died.

Eric's mind was already starting to drift away when a faint memory
crawled to the surface suddenly jolting him. More cold sweat drenched his
glistening mestizo brown skin. He was used to sleep in the nude and he
thought this night was no exception.

"Maybe it's... No! Not that..." his mind screamed.

He remembered his second vacation. His older cousin, Alfred, came for an
overnight sleepover and before dozing off, they frightened each other
with ghost stories about winged demons, headless nuns and "white lady"
apparitions in their school bathroom. Then Alfred, wanting to scare Eric
shitless, changed the topic.

"Eric, did grandpa ever tell you about the story of this house?" Alfred
said.

"No, why?"

"Have you ever seen a ghost wandering or a heard muffled screams during
the night?"

A chill ran down Eric's spine. "Hell no! You're just making that up to
scare me! I haven't heard anything since my first visit here, so I don't
think there's anything weird going on in his house. Besides, grandpa
would've said something."

"It's quite strange he hasn't mentioned to you about the house, even
though everyone in town knows about its terrible history. Grandpa told my
mom! I mean, everyone in my family knew about it including all our
cousins, but not you!"

"Yeah right! Grandpa? He's not the type to blab such nonsense!" Eric
retorted.

"I'm not kidding! I first heard about it when your grandpa came over for
dinner a couple of years ago. You see, during WWII, this house was turned
into a brothel by Japanese soldiers stationed here.   While they had a
bigger one not far from here where they kidnapped and gang raped girls as
young as ten, young boys on the other hand were rounded up and placed in
these rooms to be fucked by Japanese soldiers and officers.   Some were
gang-fucked to death while others, tied to their beds, were abused
non-stop by fifty horny soldiers each day, while some..."

"Yeah right!" Eric said.

"Yes, really! Well, to cut the story short, grandpa said that most of the
boys died due to being oversexed or venereal disease. How much he said
was true, well, I dunno. But this is where things got a bit scary. Our
grand-aunt, Lola Virgie told me another version of what truly happened.
She was there when it happened. She said that when the Americans came in
1945, the family returned and cleaned up the house, but what they saw
shocked them!"

Alfred saw that Eric became quiet, his dark brown eyes riveted to his. He
gave a knowing smile and continued: "What they saw was horrendous- in a
pit near the kitchen, dozens of charred corpses of young boys were
stacked on top of each other. She said that some bodies were still
recognizable. Their faces burnt reddish-black with lips retracted
exposing their teeth, with their eyes hollowed out from fire, their asses
were impaled with wooden poles and some of the genitals were still erect
when they died. The Japanese soldiers were really barbarians! Here comes
the good part! One night, weeks after they reburied the corpses, Lola
Virgie heard..."

"STOP IT!!! That's BULL!! ALL BULL!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY OF IT!"
Eric snarled in Alfred's face.

"It's not bullshit, stupid! It's what happened here! Grandpa told us so!"

"You're full of it! It's not even scary anymore! I'm turning in!! GOOD
NIGHT cousin!!" Eric yelled.

"Fiiiiiiine..... Go ahead! But don't say I didn't warn you though. If you
see one of those ghosts, then good luck, cuz I'll be outta here by
tomorrow!" Alfred whined. With a smirk, he tried to continue, "So I was
saying, Lola Virgie woke up at around midnight when she heard under this
bed a sound that...OOMPH!"

Eric threw his pillow on Alfred's head. He had enough of his stories
because he was afraid that it might be true. He thought that tomorrow his
cousin will be gone and he will have to contend on being alone to face
whatever demons were living in the house. But it was fortunate for him
that no ghost appeared the next night. Or the night after.

And now, Eric was truly alone.  His room on the second floor was far from
his grandpa's so he knew that no matter how loud he yelled, his near-deaf
grandfather cannot come to his aid. The room was no help either with its
high-ceiling, molave floors, four-poster bed, the art-deco full length
mirror, a weather-beaten shrine with its antique saints, creaking window
panes, making it a veritable Amityville. Even during daylight, the
atmosphere can be quite unbearable. Much more during midnight.

Suddenly, Eric heard a heavy breathing sound coming from underneath his
bed.

"Hhhhhaaaaaahhh....hhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.....hhhhhaaaaaaahhhhh....
hhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhh...hhhhaaaahhhhhh"

Eric grabbed hold his blanket and covered himself completely. He felt a
chill ascending to his nape. His throat became dry and constricted. He
trembled uncontrollably as he shut his eyes tight. He knew. He knew. It
was coming.

He then heard a scratching sound coming from under the
bed-Screeeatcchhh---hhhaaaaahhhh----- scrreeeeeaaakkk----screeeeaaakkk---
like human nails being scratched into the floor as if a body was trying
to crawl away. Then it stopped.

The dark room became deathly cold. The air was heavy. Eric's eyes stayed
shut and his heart was racing. He mumbled some prayers hoping to ward off
the spirit in the room. Suddenly, he felt his blanket being pulled from
his feet down by an unknown hand, slowly, slowly, tugging the fabric
continuously. Eric grabbed hold of the top portion, his knuckles white
from fear, trembling at this malevolent force. He held on to dear life
but the unseen hand at the foot of the bed still pulled with increasing
force. The boy in his fear panicked, his fingers uncurled slightly but in
a second, the force yanked down the blanked leaving Eric helpless and
exposed, his glistening skin covered with sweat.

"Oh God protect me...", he mumbled.

Eric was shaking from fear. His dick retreated to the base, his skin cold
and sweaty, and his eyes began to water. Without warning, he felt coarse
invisible hands grabbing his arms spreading them apart, and so were his
legs. No matter how Eric pull back, the hands seem to be stronger pinning
him in a spread-eagle formation. He felt his wrists and ankles being held
tightly by something cold, something malevolent.

Underneath the bed, the scratching sounds resumed. It went
"screeeaatch---hhhhhaaaahhhh------ screeeeatch---eeeee-eeeeee
screeeeaaaatch"- louder this time, much closer than before, the breathing
stronger and heavier. The air became deathly cold and there was a stench
coming from the foot of the bed, an acrid smell of burnt flesh.
"Scrreeeaaatcchh.--- screeeatchh"- the sound continued followed by the
muffled sound of fabric being dragged along the wooden floor as if
someone was lugging heavy laundry, or a dead body.

Eric sealed his eyes promising not to open it no matter what.  The
sensation on his wrists and ankles became colder and its steely grip
stronger. He cannot even lift his arms from the bed. He was trapped like
a bug. Suddenly, the decomposing stench increased, and the sound became
like flesh slinking into the bed cover climbing up at the foot of the
bed. Eric felt like screaming but his throat was dry with fear, no sound
escaped from his constricted cords.

Then there it was! A rough sensation like cold clammy flesh brushed on
Eric's right foot, then his left, then his right again. A chill flashed
up Eric's spine, his glistening brown skin trembling from the imminent
terror, his balls shivered from the horror that is to come. The ghostly
flesh brushed again Eric's left thigh, then his pubes, then his abs,
slithering upwards with its cold wet skin, groaning
"hhhhhaaaaahhhhhhh----hhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhh" as it climbed up. Eric
wanted to open his eyes and confront the specter but he was to chicken to
do so. He then felt like icy fingers reaching to his shoulders, his
nipples rubbed along the way making it protrude to the midnight air.
Then, Eric felt a heavy weight that settled on his midsection but it was
not human! It was cold, dead and slimy like seaweeds, yet the stench of
dead rats overwhelmed his focus. His eyes wanted to open its lids, his
curiosity was killing him.

To his horror, Eric felt hair- short hair bristling his jaw, and then he
felt a soft wet fleshy mass dropping on his shoulders dragging its way to
his brown chest, with the foul odor more intense. His mind was sending
confused signals- on one corner the alarm bells were ringing wildly
signaling Eric to scream for dear life, but on the other corner, his
morbid curiosity wanted to wait and see what this ghost wants.

Eric tried to struggle against the unseen strength that was holding him
down, but to no avail. The ghost shifted his weight upwards pushing some
of the air out of Eric's lungs. The tongue-like mass that was streaking
on his chest was huge, more like a wet python on the move. And yet the
sensation was beginning to become pleasurable. Each patch of skin this
tongue was licking became sensitive and erogenous. This made Eric's cut
dick to stir.   And the spirit did not let this event escape it.

Eric heard a low chuckling sound, "Hahhh...
hahh...hahhh...heh....hheehhh...hhheeehhh " like a slow-motioned Darth-Vader
laugh. It was eerie. He then felt the tongue dragging on to his left
nipple rubbing it with its wet end. Eric's dick was beginning to harden
even though the poor guy tried hard to relax.
"Heehhh...hheeehhh...hheeehhh"

"Mmmmmmm... Oooohhh" Eric moaned.

The sensation traveled down his rigid abs, down to his pubes where the
ghostly thing found Eric's dick already throbbing for attention. Eric
tried to buckle his hips but this just made the tongue-like thing more
aggressive. It licked its way up the boy's shaft feeling every vein and
every crease, lubriciously wetting the entire length.

Eric's moans became louder, his breath heavier with each scrape of the
ghostly tongue. He had conflicting feelings- he was so scared yet he
wanted the specter to continue giving him his first blowjob.

The tongue went straight to Eric's knob slobbering it and licking its
underside. Eric tried to buckle up and down to meet the tongue but an
unseen force pinned his abs into the bed. He had to contend himself with
letting the ghost finish him off. He suddenly felt cold flesh encircling
his dick, covering it with an odd cold wet tightness.

"Ohhhhhh.... Shitt.... Ahhhh...", Eric whined.

The thing was giving the poor boy the blowjob of his life. Eric felt the
ghost's mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking and tightening at
every go. Eric felt the wet vacuum like movement on his penis and this
made him so horny that his dick was oozing rivulets of precum which the
ghost was busily lapping it dry.

"Ahhhh.... Oooohhhh... uuuughhh"

Suck! Suck! Suck! Suck! "Oh Gaaaad... I'm going to cum!", Eric thought.
Suddenly, without warning, his throbbing dick swelled and a burst of
white slime shoot out into the ghostly mouth. The thing swallowed the
entire load and proceeded to suck again poor Eric's sensitive glans.

"Haahhh.... Don't... please... no more..." Eric pleaded.

"hhhehhh....hhhehhh...I see you enjoyed it very much....hhheeehhh" the
spirit intoned in perfect English.

Eric thought, "OMG! It can talk!" His eyes shot wide and he what he saw
dumbfounded him.

There it was encased in flawless pale-white skin, a most beautiful boy
Eric has laid his eyes on, floating a couple of inches in front of him.
He was not invisible but there was something eerie about him, something
malevolent.   Eric thought that they might be the same age, but he wasn't
sure. The ghost had this old-school haircut like what they had during the
40s and even though he was ghostly pale, Eric saw that he had aquiline
features- angular jaw, juicy cum-stained lips that curled into a smile,
high cheek bones, straight nose- much like the handsome mestizos I saw in
the old framed photos in grandpa's foyer.  His body was very defined with
broad shoulders and a flat stomach. He even had biceps, a nice set of
pectorals and a tapered-V abdomen. Eric gazed down and saw that the ghost
had a nice set of balls and a fat hard-on. But that's where it all ends
for further down the ghost's thighs was where thin air met. And of course
the thing was floating!!

Eric's mind was going haywire. Though he didn't want to project that he
was panicking, his back was profusely sweating. His eyes returned to face
his intruder but as soon as he blinked, the ghostly face was inches in
front of his nose gazing directly at him. Even if Eric considered this
guy to be quite attractive, he was still frightened as hell. This time
being handsome doesn't mean being safe.

"Thank you. Tomorrow..." the ghost spoke in a low bass voice.

Eric's mouth refused to function. He just stared at the beautiful face
dumbfounded and unable to speak. His lips began to tremble.

"T-tomorrow?," Eric asked.

The specter simply smirked at the terrified boy and licked its lips
accenting an already handsome face. Suddenly, in a twinkling of an eye,
he disappeared.

Eric blinked and thought, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! What have I
seen? Was it real? SHIT!" Cold sweat beaded down his back, his nerves all
frayed. Eric shut his eyes again and silently prayed all the Catholic
prayers he could remember.

"I have to talk to Alfred tomorrow! He must know! He should be able to
tell me!", Eric reminded himself. "Tomorrow morning I have to investigate
this! This is freaking me out!" With a pillow placed on his head, Eric
forced himself to think of happy things, pleasant things, that after an
hour, he fell asleep.

* * * * *

Check my other series like the Philippine-American War (Historical). Hope
you enjoyed this. More to come! Please send all your comments and ideas
to: holyrambutan@gmail.com. Sorry for all the typos & grammar errors.
Thanks and enjoy the story.