It had only been a short couple of weeks since grandma's passing, 12 years ago, and
we'd just moved into our current home. There was a room added to the side of our
house, in the rear. That room is extremely cold in the winter 'cause it was an add on.
Anyway, so, one night, after we'd settled into our new home I had a dream that the room, which happened to be my
bedroom, as well, was flood with water up to the ankle. While my sisters and I
were lying in bed, still sleeping, my deceased grandma came into our house, dressed
in her usual clothes, black dress, with a black top, a black jacket, and house slipppers,
and black socks. She came in through the back door, which was next to my
bedroom and came into the bedroom. She didn't say a thing but just stared at us.
I sat up in bed and looked at her. I saw remorse on her face. The next day I
woke up not thinking too much about the dream. I shared it with my parents but
they just comforted me and told that I just probably miss her.
Two weeks after the dream, while small children were in the bedroom,
on a sunny afternoon, my youngest niece, who was 4 at the time, cried
loudly and frantically. All the kids stopped what they were doing and looked
at her, observingly. She just cried with a scared look and pointed at
a corner. All the kids rushed out of the room, loud as a herd of animals.
They even left my niece there. My SIL had to go get her after they notified
the adults of what happened. When my brother asked her what was
wrong, she simply said, "Kuv pom pog, dub dub, tshai tshai."
After that incident, there were rumors that my grandma haunted our
old residence and then found us at our new house. Our old residence
ended up be vacant for 4 years, after everyone learned about my grandma.