Mizsta_EZ,
I don't know how exactly they go now but damn those were some scary azz ghost stories and I do believe that street is haunted... I know that a lot of people seem to die from that street.. It's one death after another.....
The one I can remember is something about this old lady in a wheelchair who lived on dalewood... She was killed by her kids or something... At night people say they hear her dragging her wheelchair along the street crying out a name.. Not sure whose name.
Other stories like people see dead people in hmong clothing at night.....
My stepmom told me once she heard people mourning in the backyard.. Next thing she heard, someone died.. I guess there's a saying that if you hear mourning when there's no death, it means someone is gonna die soon.
Dreamland, I never heard of Tsog until I married my husband.. Apparently it happens a lot in his family.The only time I experienced it was when I was preg with my second and third child. But it happen more with my third child.. Let me tell you.. Those tsog are freaking smart.
or i think they are smart only. They are soo smart that it doesn't come into my dream until my husband leave.... Right after he leaves then it comes... I used to be so scared that I slept in between my girls so the freaking Tsog won’t come on to me but the freaking shyt jump right over them to sit on me.... I think I catch my tsog from a place close to my parent's house.. There's this small state park there that everytime I drive thru the back road, it's always pitch black and the road is very very curvy... I can remember one time my daughter asked me to take her home while we were at my parents. I said to her that it wasn't dark yet. She said "mommy, we have to leave now because I dont' want to go thru that road at night time." I asked her why. She said because there's something scary there.
She said everytime we pass that place, she closes her eye…. After that day, that's when I start experience the Tsog.... But i killed it in my dream.. lol I think I did. cause I can remember how I wring it’s neck until it shrink so small it pop like a balloon. And ever since everyone else moved out of the house I have no scary feelings.. I think everyone else took their tsog with them.