Back around 1999, we had a chance to get away from the Hmong apartments and rented our own house. We knew the kids who used to live there and their older brothers were gang bangers. Being our first house, we were very excited especially cause it had an upstairs. Well we were not sacred of the up stairs when we first moved there and were already picking rooms upstairs but when we really started living there, nobody even went upstairs cause it feels very spooky and dark.
At night, my sister's always here something running up the stairs, which is separated by a wall. I mean we always hear it at night, but I always assumed it was my dad ( Hmong parents aren't sacred of the dark ) locking the doors upstairs at night. My sister's hear it every single night but my parents didn't believe them until this one night. Both of them were up late in the kitchen when they heard someone run upstairs. Both freaked out and thought it was a robber so they grabbed the flashlights and checked upstairs in the dark. Seeing nothing unusual they shrugged it off as a cat or something but heard it again nights later. Being unexplainable, my dad set up cans and trip wires so when ever someone touches them, they will makes noises. And they worked........ they made noise at night, but when we check it the next morning, everything is exactly the same as if it has never been touched. We had not seen anything unusual until my cousins came for a sleep over.
We were all having a great night because everyone was over. Some of us slept at my sister's room and while the rest slept in the big living room. Well during midnight, my little cousin woke up crying and panicked like hell. He woke up everyone, except the ones who slept in the room. My sister's asked him what is it and he pointed behind them, crying in fear. He then crawled under the chairs as if trying to get away from something. He cries out that he sees a monster. My dad comes out and did a little hmong magic. Everyone finaly calmed down and he went to sleep with my parents. That early morning, they went home lol. When he finally had the guts to tell us, he said that he saw a black hooded figure with red eyes. He said that he woke up that night feeling dreamy and he felt like something bad was coming. Then to his surprise he looked into the kitchen and saw the Black figure pop out and floated towards him. that's when he started crying and trying to get away from it. When he woke up everyone, the figure was still present but then it glided through our bedroom door. He then looked at my little sister and described her face as "The Grudge", that's when he crawled under the chairs.....My uncle came and did a jingle bell and suggested we find a new house.
In that house, we seemed to have little money even though we had income coming in. It also seemed like our food supply ran out so quickly....... My mom also found blood on her shirt, then she later go sick.........W e finally moved out after a few months and there are another Hmong family living there now
