Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The Dona Juana Rodriguez Street Project



There was an article in one of the famous Horror Books in the Philippines that I wanted to investigate. I’m sure most of our local readers have read the story but for the benefit of those who haven’t, here’s how it goes, copied and pasted from the pages of True Philippine Ghost Stories.


Now, as a Paranormal Researcher, all that’s left for me to do is to re-trace the steps the anonymous writer has left us and where do we start? The place of the incident of course.

My wife’s family lives in San Juan so to avoid the traffic of Araneta Avenue, you have to drive along the quiet side streets of New Manila and driving along that area always gives me the creeps.

Dona Juana Rodriguez is just three corners away west bound from Balete Drive – another famous street by reputation and Dona Juana is no different. With its row of Old Houses enclosed in high walls and trees meeting each other on the roads, who wouldn’t be scared?

I tried looking for the house that matches the description of the story but to no avail. I even asked street sweepers and nearby Barangay Officers if they knew of a place that seems eerie but they all denied that there was one.

So what’s next in my agenda is to go to the National Library and look for the Newspaper Archives that is described in the story but what surprised me is that the archives never contained the article published in the 70’s paper. I asked one of the resident staff and they told me that they had no idea what happened.

Scared?

-Sheldon

1 comment:

  1. Intigued by the facts, I went to the National Library some months ago. Unfortunately,
    no such story was published on the Second Sunday Edition of the December 1972.
    In order to minimize the error, I checked all the complete issues but did not find the
    said story.
    Although this diminished the credibility of the Author, it is possible that he or she
    quoted a wrong newspaper or month. In any case his or her claim that the Edition
    of Second Sunday was missing was a big lie.

    In other words, do not bother to look for the house. It was a fabric of wild imagination.

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