HAUNTED MANSION

The stone mansion in Tiaong, Quezon is believed to be the oldest house in the area. The house—designed in the 1920 by Tomas Mapua—is owned by a married couple, Isidro and Juliana Herrera. The house survived World War II, but it didn't emerge unharmed.

It is the oldest house in Tiaong, but long abandoned and decaying from disuse, a relic historied with elements of a colonial past and a war-time occupation by the Japanese, rebuilt from the damage wrought by the bombardment during the American liberation. Now it stands, a dying landmark, prey to vandals and petty thieves stripping it of wires, doors and metal scraps, lovers seeking a trysting place, treasure hunters still in search of Japanese caches of treasures.

The imposing stone structure with the central garden sculpture built in 1927, is a testament of the efforts and conceptions of two men: Isidro Herrera and an architect of great renown in his time, Tomas Mapua.

The garden sculpture of Elias - in the middle of the horseshoe-shaped pool - was inspired and drawn from Jose Rizal's El Filibusterismo. The sculpture of the half-naked Elias, in his brawn and bravado, subduing the crocodile, holds frozen in time the smoldering rage of the filibusters against the Spanish dictatorship.

Alas, for some, the crocodile has also stood as a symbol of the bourgeosie's cruel greed, and Elias, the common man that takes up the struggle against the collective burgis.

The Ghosts Within
Many say it's haunted. Headless soldiers in Japanese uniforms, helmets in hand. An elderly couple in regal white slowly descending the circular steps, completing the descent as a headless apparition. The rattling of doorknobs. Doors that suddenly refuse to open. The sound of shackled walking and the dragging of chains. The heavy cold air that wraps around the intruding guests.
Some believe the spirits have claimed the space and have joined together to hinder and stall all efforts to sell or demolish it.

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Recent caretakers continue to tell of an old lady in the traditional ghostly garb of white, her white hair loose on her shoulders, lingering around the rooms, with a penchant for conversing with their little children, bringing them to giggles and laughter.

Its hauntedness is kept alive by the townfolk – stories from the diminishing number of old-timers who remember the olden days and a constant replenishing source of sightings from passers-by as they steal glances at the framed glass windows and doors sometimes catching shadowy forms moving about – stories that resuscitate as the October days march into Halloween night.
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