End to end haunted room

Hello I'm Rob, I want to share this story since it's been bothering me for 3 months. Ok, date is January 3, where in baguio for a late vacation get away since my extended family want to feel the breeze and chill. When my aunt and my grandma went to the night market we left the 2 males in the apartments, the driver and my uncle, they we're drinking alcohol and ask brother Eric to buy some food so they can enjoy the alcohol, when we came back everything is normal until I went to get some early sleep since I'm tired, before I slept the driver told me " hey kid don't close the lights here in baguio we don't close the lights" since he spent 4 years of his life living in baguio, few minutes I'm almost deep asleep when the driver woked me up and told me if I was fine or is something is bothering me, I said "no? I'm I fine.. why?" And he told me the door of room number 1 opened by itself then the terrace door that is locked FROM THE INSIDE so it's impossible than it's the wind since we're in the second floor. So I went out the room to take I leak when one of my aunt jokingly opened it saying "how can this open it's close from the inside" then his husband said "I know but it's weirf I saw a small figure that hid under one of the bed" then my aunt opened it and it OPEN then she run going to her room, and all of the sudden it went cold really really cold so I stay to one of my aunt rooms since the driver and I shared the same room and we neighbor the room that is haunted. Couple of days passed and we're all leaving the next day. It's 4 am and I need to shit so I took a shit but noticing that Brother Eric and the driver were asleep and I wouldn't want to bother them so I went to the CR alone while I was minding my business I turned of the foucet that is filling up the pail since heared a muffled cried of agony, since in day 2 a couple with their 5 month old shield were their I suspect their child but the cries is deep not pitch voice Deep voice, a child could NOT produce sich a deep agony and it sounded like a female, so I quickly washed the heel out off my ass and went to sleep, and the driver woked up and opened the door wide and later told when we're traveling to leave it's because he's scared. Anyways in the morning before we left we talk the people that live on room number 7 and told us that someone or something is third wheeling while they drink alcohol or something like that. Could it be that the ghost hate those that drink alcohol? I don't know but my aunt that went in baguio multiple time said that this is their first time same with my uncle's. And it's still bothering me when I posted this. Urbano street in baguio