This story is from my dad, a no nonsense type of guy. When I was 2, he had accepted a job that required him to move to another country. My mom, my brothers and I joined him a month later. During his month alone, he was allowed him to sleep in the attic of his workplace to save up some money (his workplace was an old colonial mansion originally built in 1905). He said that during his stay, he would often hear the typewriters being used in the middle of the night. And he would also feel someone standing next to his bed watching him. Despite what he heard and felt, my dad gave zero fucks and continued to sleep in the attic because saving money was more important to him than paranormal activity. And this is when I learned that my dad is a badass and that Filipinos can be quite frugal.