Hmong ghost stories

[windstruck]

This happen to me when I was 16-17 in 2009 during the winter. Okay so this one day I decided to go to sleep early..my room is pretty hot so I decided not to cover me with the blanket..the next day I woke up with me sweating and my cloth was all off..I dnt remember talkingcloth off..

Sorry not scared at all.

[rambo]

This happen to me when I was 16-17 in 2009 during the winter. Okay so this one day I decided to go to sleep early..my room is pretty hot so I decided not to cover me with the blanket..the next day I woke up with me sweating and my cloth was all off..I dnt remember talkingcloth off..

Sorry not scared at all.

of course you wont remember .. you dont even recall wetting your bed !!

[exclusivecuriosity]

This happened to me on two different occassions. How unlucky am I right?

It was probably back in 2001 in mid May; The sun was shining and my curtains were up to let the warm light in. My door was closed but I can still hear my siblings out in the livingroom playing. I sat down at my desk and looked around to find some inspirations for my poem. After about 5 mins doing this I finally got it and started writing, but not even a minute later I heard from the closet, an old lady's voice trembling and calling me "kaaaabbbb" (my name in hmong).  My whole body went cold and the hair on body shot up, I open the door and ran as fast as I could out to the livingroom.

The next day I told my mom what happened. She didn't want to scare me so she said "it's probably your dad being drunk and calling you" I told my mom I know it's not my dad because he wouldn't hide in the closest and besides it was a woman's voice. If my dad was in the room I would know, he's pretty hard to miss Lol (he's kinda chunky).


SECOND OCCASSION:
After about a month or so after the first incident happened I went and did the same thing hoping that the voice before was nothing. Except this time I looked at the closest before I closed the door of my room. As I proceed to write, I stopped myself because I felt something was coming, and then BAM the same trembling voice "kaaaaaaaabbb". I was scare shitless once more and ever since then I never write in my room ALONE ever again. I didn't bother telling my mom this one because I know what she'll say.

[Sweet_Tears]

This happened to me on two different occassions. How unlucky am I right?

It was probably back in 2001 in mid May; The sun was shining and my curtains were up to let the warm light in. My door was closed but I can still hear my siblings out in the livingroom playing. I sat down at my desk and looked around to find some inspirations for my poem. After about 5 mins doing this I finally got it and started writing, but not even a minute later I heard from the closet, an old lady's voice trembling and calling me "kaaaabbbb" (my name in hmong).  My whole body went cold and the hair on body shot up, I open the door and ran as fast as I could out to the livingroom.

The next day I told my mom what happened. She didn't want to scare me so she said "it's probably your dad being drunk and calling you" I told my mom I know it's not my dad because he wouldn't hide in the closest and besides it was a woman's voice. If my dad was in the room I would know, he's pretty hard to miss Lol (he's kinda chunky).


SECOND OCCASSION:
After about a month or so after the first incident happened I went and did the same thing hoping that the voice before was nothing. Except this time I looked at the closest before I closed the door of my room. As I proceed to write, I stopped myself because I felt something was coming, and then BAM the same trembling voice "kaaaaaaaabbb". I was scare shitless once more and ever since then I never write in my room ALONE ever again. I didn't bother telling my mom this one because I know what she'll say.

Wow! my hair raised just a bit. Honestly, I would never enter that room again. Are you still living in the same house?

[Sweet_Tears]

My sister and her small family used to live in a hmong house that their father passed away in it. They did not know this until afterward but decided to stay because it was only temporary. The house was a two story house and there were about 3 bedrooms. There is a long hall way that leads down to the last bedroom which used to belong to the older couples who's husband passed away. I visited my sister one time during the summer time and I felt very akward staying there. It was only for one week but I felt like something was not right in the room that I was sleeping. Apparently, I was sleeping in the room where this old man died. It was so cold in that room. Once you go out it's warm but as soon as you start walking toward that room, it starts to get colder and colder. I didn't experience anything of any supernatural so I didn't think much of it except it felt weird.

1-After I came home.. She called me and we started talking and I happened to mentioned it to her. Then she finally said told me some strange stuffs that they've been experiencing. She said one day when her MIL was visiting, both of them were sitting out in the living room and they both saw in the corner of their eyes.. a small child running into that bedroom. The MIL said "nyab, go look and see if it's your son".. That time she had a 5 years old and a 2 years old. She chased the dark shadow into the bedroom.. but when she got in there it was dead silence. No one there at all.

2- Then one time.. her older son started chasing something into that bedroom. My sister followed him and he was standing by the closet door pointing his finger inside the closet and saying "Monster".. It freak her out, she dragged him into the living room.

3- Finally, one my bil was playing on his computer upstair where nobody sleeps. He came down stair to get something to drink. When he went upstair, he noticed that someone has turned off his computer compeletly.. He checked and the wires are all hook up but the computer was turn off.

***When all this was happening, the family's children finally said that their mother often saw her dead husband come by and pierce through the window at night time from that bedroom*** That's why they moved away....

[dogtags3154]

This happened to me on two different occassions. How unlucky am I right?

It was probably back in 2001 in mid May; The sun was shining and my curtains were up to let the warm light in. My door was closed but I can still hear my siblings out in the livingroom playing. I sat down at my desk and looked around to find some inspirations for my poem. After about 5 mins doing this I finally got it and started writing, but not even a minute later I heard from the closet, an old lady's voice trembling and calling me "kaaaabbbb" (my name in hmong).  My whole body went cold and the hair on body shot up, I open the door and ran as fast as I could out to the livingroom.

The next day I told my mom what happened. She didn't want to scare me so she said "it's probably your dad being drunk and calling you" I told my mom I know it's not my dad because he wouldn't hide in the closest and besides it was a woman's voice. If my dad was in the room I would know, he's pretty hard to miss Lol (he's kinda chunky).


SECOND OCCASSION:
After about a month or so after the first incident happened I went and did the same thing hoping that the voice before was nothing. Except this time I looked at the closest before I closed the door of my room. As I proceed to write, I stopped myself because I felt something was coming, and then BAM the same trembling voice "kaaaaaaaabbb". I was scare shitless once more and ever since then I never write in my room ALONE ever again. I didn't bother telling my mom this one because I know what she'll say.

Did you ever finish your poem? What was it about?

[exclusivecuriosity]

Wow! my hair raised just a bit. Honestly, I would never enter that room again. Are you still living in the same house?

No I don't live in that house anymore and neither does my family. But that house does have enough spiritual activity that caused an unhappy home. We lived there for 12 years and although there were some good times, they didn't last long. My uncle bought that house from my dad so that we can move out. He did rent it out for two years each year to a different family. He and his family moved in after we moved too but everytime we go over, it doesn't feel at home. It's like there's something in the air that I didn't like.

When we use to live in that house my older brother slept downstair in the basement; he had a big room all to himself. He would talk to himself and pace around the living area. One night my mom decided to burn some pepper downstair (I think she might've had a bad dream) my brother was downstair too just looking at her. The air was fill with smoke of the burnt pepper, some of my siblings woke up coughing upstair because of it. But my brother, the one closest to the smoke, didn't even budge. He didn't even try to cover his mouth or nose, not one cough from him. My mom found this strange but didn't want to provoke anything so she just left it at that. She sense that there might be "someone" cover the smoke from my brother.

[Sweet_Tears]

No I don't live in that house anymore and neither is my family. But that house does have enough spiritual activity that caused an unhappy home. We lived there for 12 years and although there were some good times, they didn't last long. My uncle bought that house from my dad so that we can move out. He did rent it out for two years each year to a different family. He and his family moved in after we moved too but everytime we go over, it doesn't feel at home. It's like there's something in the air that I didn't like.

When we use to live in that house my older brother slept downstair in the basement; he had a big room all to himself. He would talk to himself and pace around the living area. One night my mom decided to burn some pepper downstair (I think she might've had a bad dream) my brother was downstair too just looking at her. The air was fill with smoke of the burnt pepper, some of my siblings woke up coughing upstair because of it. But my brother, the one closest to the smoke, didn't even budge. He didn't even try to cover his mouth or nose, not one cough from him. My mom found this strange but didn't want to provoke anything so she just left it at that. She sense that there might be "someone" cover the smoke from my brother.

Interesting. When I stepped inside a home and it feels weird, I know something is not right. I know there's bad omen or spiritual residing there. I've rented a few places before where I only stayed a month and then I moved out because of that feeling. When I was young we used to lived in the ghetto part of the area and we lived in these apartment complex, every night I would have bad dream. My sister and I slept together in a twin bed when we were small. One night while we were sleeping.. I heard dragging footsteps.. I try to listened for it and it seems like it was getting closer and closer to our bedroom. At this point, I forgot to breathe because I was trying to listen for it... all of suddenly...I heard this LOUD bang right on my nightstand. As if someone forcefully pound on it. It literally scared the shit out of me. I was sweating. I was so scared I woke my little sister up and told her to switch places. LOL I didn't want to tell her because she will refuse to switch places. I slept with the cover over my head the whole night.

In that house, I've always had bad dream. There was never a good night there for me.

[exclusivecuriosity]

Interesting. When I stepped inside a home and it feels weird, I know something is not right. I know there's bad omen or spiritual residing there. I've rented a few places before where I only stayed a month and then I moved out because of that feeling. When I was young we used to lived in the ghetto part of the area and we lived in these apartment complex, every night I would have bad dream. My sister and I slept together in a twin bed when we were small. One night while we were sleeping.. I heard dragging footsteps.. I try to listened for it and it seems like it was getting closer and closer to our bedroom. At this point, I forgot to breathe because I was trying to listen for it... all of suddenly...I heard this LOUD bang right on my nightstand. As if someone forcefully pound on it. It literally scared the shit out of me. I was sweating. I was so scared I woke my little sister up and told her to switch places. LOL I didn't want to tell her because she will refuse to switch places. I slept with the cover over my head the whole night.

In that house, I've always had bad dream. There was never a good night there for me.

Speaking of sisters, my older sister use to have a lot spiritual things that happen to her. Some we mention she wouldn't remember.

This is not scary but freaky....to me..... I was little so normally I would sleep in my parent's room on the floor with my younger sister. One night I decided that I wanted to sleep with my older sister in her room.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a cold Cold COLD room. She had her window open and it was the middle of winter! Not too happy about it but I force myself to go back to sleep. My older sister and I were both under the cover, she had her back to me. I was still freezing so I decided to go closer to her for some body heat. My foot touched her leg and right when it did I stopped myself. I didn't want to go any closer, her leg was even colder than the air. I started getting scare because I knew something was not right about this. The room was cold yes, but we were both under the covers and I still have some body heat but her leg was ice cold.

I woke up sick the next day, but my mom made me tough it out and go to school anyway. Ever since then, I won't sleep with my older sister by myself ever again.

[exclusivecuriosity]

The same older sister...

She learned from somewhere that if you do this certain thing then you'll get possessed. She and my other older siblings waited until my parents had gone to bed to try it out. There were about 6 of us in the basement. I was about 8 at the time didn't know anything except that they were playing a "game". All of them tried the game but none of them got it. My older sister on the other hand, completely changed. At first it was all fun because we were like WOW so it does work! But then she started crushing empty cans with her hands and just staring at us.  She would hold each one between her hands and just crush it like a pieace of paper. Then she said she was going to kill us.

We told her stop joking and snap out of it. We sprinkle water on her but nothing happened. We ran upstairs and she followed us. The door to the basement is in the kitchen so in order to get to the bedrooms we'll have to past the kitchen first. We got to the kitchen and she open the knife drawer and grabbed a knife! By this time we knew that whatever that was controlling her was not our sister anymore. The whole time we were running but she wasn't, but she was always so close to us. We finally ran to her bedroom all 5 of us and locked her out. And from the other side of the door we can her saying in a sweet voice (like a mother sweet talking to her children) "You guys, open the door." we were telling her "No, you're going to kill us." and she said "No I won't" in that sweet tone again. We cracked open the door but seeing that she was still holding the knife we quickly closed it again. By this time we were screaming and such, my older sister or whatever it was was getting agitated and started talking in a mean voice now saying "Open this door right now!"

Honestly, I was afraid she was going to go after my parents and the rest of the family that were still sleeping. I hate it when my parents wake up in the middle of the night telling us to stop being so loud and go to sleep but this night no matter how much I wanted them to wake up and yell at us, they didn't. It was like something covered their ears because we were really loud, with the running and screaming. My dad is a very light sleeper and I'm praying "oh god let him wake up now!"

We didn't know what to do but stayed in the room. My grandma, good old granny came home at 12 midnight from the casino. Yay! We're saved!! We finally came out and found my sister sitting on the couch watching tv, her eyes red like she's been crying. We told grandma what happened and she yelled at us. But proceed to do nothing as it seems everything was back to normal now. We decided that if grandma wasn't making this a big deal we shouldn't too so we sat down to watch tv as well.

Each of us looked at my sister and then back at each other. We were all still shaken up about what happened. Finally one of us asked my sister, "****, are you okay now?" and she goes "what? what are you guys talking about?" and then we told her what happened. She goes "I didn't do that." and continue watching tv.

Maybe it's just me, I don't know if any of my siblings remember this. But I remember that after we interrogated her, she started sobbing in her arms. After that everything is a blur to me.

Writing this gives me the chills. I'm getting a headache from remembering all this now :/

[exclusivecuriosity]

I know I've been rambling on this thread though it dead 
but I just want to quickly share this because I thought it was interesting.
BTW the correct spelling of jiggle in hmong is ua "NEEB" not neeg. Sorry it's a pet peeve 

Anyways, my dad had an uncle come and ua neeb for something. The kids were playing and one of them happens to cross between tus txiv neeb (shaman) and nws lub thaj (spiritual table) while he was jiggling. Tus txiv neeb stop right in his track and just sat there. I remember bits and pieces only; but I clearly remember that my dad was FURIOUS! Being a teenager I didn't care, I shrugged and walked away. Little did I know that there were consequences for that.

Tus txiv neeb stopped in his track because when the kid hla (cross) his thaj neeb, he got stuck in the the spiritual world. I wasn't there when he woke up from his trance. But all I know was that my parents had to pay to have someone ua neeb for him. Cost them $2000, now I know why whenever we do those kind of stuff my dad hate having kids around.

[saki saki]

Interesting. When I stepped inside a home and it feels weird, I know something is not right. I know there's bad omen or spiritual residing there. I've rented a few places before where I only stayed a month and then I moved out because of that feeling. When I was young we used to lived in the ghetto part of the area and we lived in these apartment complex, every night I would have bad dream. My sister and I slept together in a twin bed when we were small. One night while we were sleeping.. I heard dragging footsteps.. I try to listened for it and it seems like it was getting closer and closer to our bedroom. At this point, I forgot to breathe because I was trying to listen for it... all of suddenly...I heard this LOUD bang right on my nightstand. As if someone forcefully pound on it. It literally scared the shit out of me. I was sweating. I was so scared I woke my little sister up and told her to switch places. LOL I didn't want to tell her because she will refuse to switch places. I slept with the cover over my head the whole night.

In that house, I've always had bad dream. There was never a good night there for me.

you forgot to put a hmong knife under your pillow. Lol

[keng]

I know I've been rambling on this thread though it dead 
but I just want to quickly share this because I thought it was interesting.
BTW the correct spelling of jiggle in hmong is ua "NEEB" not neeg. Sorry it's a pet peeve 

Anyways, my dad had an uncle come and ua neeb for something. The kids were playing and one of them happens to cross between tus txiv neeb (shaman) and nws lub thaj (spiritual table) while he was jiggling. Tus txiv neeb stop right in his track and just sat there. I remember bits and pieces only; but I clearly remember that my dad was FURIOUS! Being a teenager I didn't care, I shrugged and walked away. Little did I know that there were consequences for that.

Tus txiv neeb stopped in his track because when the kid hla (cross) his thaj neeb, he got stuck in the the spiritual world. I wasn't there when he woke up from his trance. But all I know was that my parents had to pay to have someone ua neeb for him. Cost them $2000, now I know why whenever we do those kind of stuff my dad hate having kids around.

$2000 for the shaman!? That's expensive. I went to my friend's house when his family ua neeb.  They paid $200 for the shaman. The pig costs around $300. The vegetables and food ingredients cost about $ 100. The toatl cost in all is $600. I do not know why your family paid $2000 for the shaman. That is just unbelievable!

[exclusivecuriosity]

$2000 for the shaman!? That's expensive. I went to my friend's house when his family ua neeb.  They paid $200 for the shaman. The pig costs around $300. The vegetables and food ingredients cost about $ 100. The toatl cost in all is $600. I do not know why your family paid $2000 for the shaman. That is just unbelievable!

That's because this was a whole different thing that they had to do. It wasnt' just jiggle and then bam everything was okay again. There's a process that you have to do in order to make things right for the txiv neeb that was trapped in the trance. On top of that, they have to get another guy to ua neeb for him also. Every type of jiggle has its own price.

[saki saki]

Wow i never heard of 2 jinggle bells ppl @ the same time..and how did you ppl find a jiggle dude tat fast, and how long did the 1st dude stand like tat, i mean in the trance...