Here's one that happened to my dad's baby brother a couple of years before my uncle passed away. This was back sometime in the late 90's as I can recall.
The story of my uncle and the events that happened to his family unfolds as they had moved into their new rental home close to downtown. Not long after they've moved in, strange things started happening and was noticed by my aunt as my uncle was never home. He's always out at his friends place and hardly comes home. My aunt would hear the sounds as if someone was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, pots and pans, etc. in the middle of the night. At first she didn't pay much attention to what was happening until one day, she and my little cousin was in the living room. My aunt was doing her embroidery while my little cousin was playing on the floor next to her.
While she was embroidering and from the corner of her eyes towards the kitchen, she could see that there was something there. There was a silhouette standing there in broad daylight in the kitchen starring at my aunt and my cousin. My aunt lift her head up and looked towards the kitchen where the silhouette was and noticed the similarity between the silhouette and my little cousin. Basically, the "thing" took on the form of my little cousin. My aunt couldn't believe what she was seeing and after looking at the kitchen turned and looked at my little cousin who at the time was still playing next to her. She then looked back at the silhouette, and it smiled back at her. She once again turned to make sure my cousin was still next to her. On the second take, the silhouette was gone. This was the first visual encounter that she had after hearing the dishes int he kitchen.
A couple of days later, she and my cousin were in the living room once again doing the same thing. This time my aunt had the radio on and listening to the local Hmong broadcasting station. She had the volume to where she was able to hear what was being transmitted over the air from the station. She was only a couple of feet away from the radio. While she was listening and doing her embroidery, the volume on the radio would turn up by itself. it would get to the point where it was deafening, and she had to go turn it down. As soon as she went and turned it down and came back to her seat, the volume would start adjusting louder again. This happened a couple of times, so she decided to unplug the radio. Keep in mind that by this time, she knew exactly what is happening and was afraid.
She called my uncle and explained to him what has been happening and for my uncle to come home. He brushed it off and took his time to come home. The clanging of dishes went on for a couple more nights. My aunt was scare out of her wits by this time. My uncle decided to call the shaman to come over and do his thing. Now keep in mind that the outfit of the shaman is traditional Hmong clothing. The "siv" is worn to hold the pant on. On top of the "siv" most men would wear a belt as a secondary mean to hold the pant up. While the shaman was jingling away, and he was on "the horse" his bench jumping up and down, his pant came off. The "siv" and his belt was still on his waist, but his pant just fell off as if though someone pulled it right off. The shaman quickly quit what he was doing and left.
These strange things kept on happening for another month or so and still my uncle wouldn't believe that there was something going on. He'd always brushed off what my aunt was telling him, UNTIL one particular day where he was having a toothache. That night while everyone was in bed and asleep, he heard and saw something that would make him believe everything that my aunt was telling him. That night after everyone was asleep, he heard some turned the water in the bathtub on. the light in the hallway was off, but the light in the bathroom was on, and he can see what little light that made it to their room. This was approximately 2-3 in the morning. He got up and thought it was my other cousin who had come home from going out. My uncle went to my cousin's room to see if it was him and to his surprise, my cousin wasn't even in the bedroom.
Seeing that my cousin wasn't in his room, my uncle was questioning the sound from the bathroom. As he was walking to the bathroom, he could hear as though someone was playing in the tub full of water. When he reached the bathroom, the light was on, the door was open, and the water was still running in the bathtub making it more than half-way full already. He stood at the door motionless and scared. He looked down on the floor and saw a set of human-like wet foot prints as though someone had just gotten out of the shower and stepped on the floor. He reached over and turn off the water and turned off the light and rushed as quickly as he can back to their room.
The next morning, he told my aunt what he encountered the night before. My aunt didn't even have to ask him to look for another place. That same day, he went and started looking for another place.
While they were packing up their stuff and moving, the landlord came by to give them back their deposit. My uncle had my cousin asked the landlord as to who was living their before they moved in. The landlord told them that the house belonged to his mother. His mother died in that house and wasn't found until almost 1 week later. When they found her, she was partially decayed already, and so he fixed up the house a bit and rented to my uncle.
It's kinda long, but this was what happened to my uncle. Now that my uncle, my aunt and my cousin had all passed away. I figured I share their experience with everyone here...NO this event was not the cause of their deaths. Each died of natural causes.
