My Encounter with the White Lady of Guam

My Encounter with the White Lady of Guam by J.P. Leddy


There I was standing at the edge of the jungle that cascades down Mt Santa Rosa right to Uncle Miguel’s Ranch house. On Guam, ranches are plots of lands in rural areas that families cultivate small gardens or raise livestock.  My grandmother’s family owned adjoining ranches along this part of the mountain so it allowed us grandchildren a whole area to play and explore during our summers and weekends.


However this day that I remember and wish I could forget was different.


My grandmother’s ranch was at the other end of a trail that ran through a patch of jungle between Uncle Miguel’s house and her ranch house. I have traveled that trail many times before so that day when I decided that I was going to go ahead of my dad and brothers did not seem like a big deal.


I entered the trail.  The jungles in Guam are thick.  One thing that you immediately notice is that most of the sunlight is blocked by the thick tropical foliage. However, you still feel the mugginess of the heavy humidity.


As I walked deeper into the jungle I noticed something odd…the absence of sound. I mean the silence was deafening. Normally, you would hear leaves rustling in the wind or birds or something. There was no wind. Just stillness.


I suddenly felt a chill.  Not the kind you get from an icy wind, but the kind that percolates from inside your stomach and screams out of your mind.


My eyes darted around my surroundings. The trees and their branches seem to arch in twisted figures all around me in some sort of nightmarish woven quilt.  I moved faster.  I walked and then ran.


My breathing became heavier and faster.  I felt something. I felt like I was being watched. I felt eyes staring at me without seeing them. I do not know why I did it but I stopped. I turned towards the direction I felt I was being observed from and…


…through what seem like a narrow grove of bushes in the jungle to my right was a figure.  It was wispy but definitely female.  It was hooded with white flowing hair but I could not make out the face which was in complete darkness. It seemed to be hovering. I noticed a sweet familiar smell in the air. I remembered.  The YlangYlang flower.  Oh my gosh.  The legend. The White Lady. Death.


The figure raised its arm and what looked like elongated warped fingers and pointed them at me. My feet took over and I started running.  My adrenalin was pumping speed into that run.  I could feel the tips of her fingers almost touching my neck.


The trail seemed so long as I made my way quickly around its windy path.  I wanted to live. I was running for my life. I suddenly tripped. 


I got up as I felt something cold almost touch me.   I was frantic now.  I kept telling myself to run faster and faster. The flowery smell was getting stronger.


When I saw the opening out of the jungle, I reached for it with everything I had knowing that she was within inches of grabbing me back into the darkness.


When I got out, I ran up my Grandmother’s porch.  Her door was unlocked. I opened it and fell unto the floor.  My grandma looked at me and asked what happened. All I said with broken breath was…” the…Wh..ite…La..dy.”   Grandma looked out the window.  She saw nothing.   She opened the front door.   No one was there. At the foot of the door was a small bundle of Ylang Ylang flowers.



5 thoughts on “My Encounter with the White Lady of Guam

  1. your bad ass wanna try it again?dang dawg just go again and next time bring a bottle of axe so if you smell that smell you were smelling you could just spray the axe and your cherry like aunte marry.

  2. In 1969 I was driving with two friends and our girlfriends down a secluded road heading to the south end of the Island to drop my friend off where he worked. It was about 3:00 in the morning and everyone had fallen asleep in the car. I noticed ahead someone standing in the road and slowed down where I stopped just past a white female wearing a white dress. She had long white hair and I noticed she had no shoes on. I asked her if she needed a ride and she just said “No Thank You”. I told her she was a long way from a town and was she sure I could not give her a ride. Again she just said “No Thank You”. As I drove away my friends began to wake up and asked me who I was talking to. I said a white woman wearing a white dress with long blond hair and no shoes own. The females in the car started screaming and told me the story of the white lady. We drove several miles back and never saw her again.

  3. I know this is old, but I thought I would share my story. To this day, I do not know what I saw or if it was real but it is hard to dismiss because my wife saw the same thing. I was stationed in Guam from 2005 to 2008. I am not exactly sure what year this happened but it was closer to 2008 I believe. We lived on Plumeria Street in Santa Rita and I woke up in the middle of the night hearing my wife call my name. I was sleeping on my side facing my wife. When I woke up, she was on her back with her eyes open. Next to her, I saw an old lady with white hair and white skin. Her face was literally inches from my wife’s face. She was just staring at my wife. It scared me and I tried to punch the lady. Please don’t get me wrong, I don’t go around hitting women, but to wake up and see someone staring at your loved one just caught me off guard. As soon as my hand almost touched her, she disappeared. I thought I was dreaming but my wife was really scared. She kept asking me what I saw and I said I was just dreaming. She wouldn’t let me go back to sleep till I told her. So I told her what I saw. She told me that the reason she woke me up was because she woke up and saw a bunch of faces floating around our bedroom. She said they looked like Chamorro men but had long hair. She said that she felt somebody was staring at her inches from her face but she couldn’t move to look to see if someone was there. It was like she was paralyzed. That is when she called my name. She said I woke up and reached over her and tried to punch something. When I did that all the faces disappeared. I thought I saw her a couple of more times after that. There was one time when the power was out that I saw a white figure walk past my bed room door. Another time, my son came downstairs and said that his sister kept trying to scare him. The problem was his sister was with us. He thought she had put on a white dress and was trying to scare him. My wife saw her several more times and would wake me up in the middle of the night, but by the time I woke up, she would be gone.
    Anyway, we had acutally asked the Navy housing office at one time if anyone else from our house had ever had any experiences. They said nobody but us had ever reported anything. I really don’t know what to think about it. If it was just me or just my wife, I would think we were imagining things, but we both saw something that night.

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