So sweet_luvin encouraged me to write in here but I refuse to read anything because I'm a little chicken. So before my hubby and I jingle bell for me, I used to sense things and see things in my house. My house is completely new, built last year and we are the 1st occupants so it can't be nothign like former occupants. I'm going to tell some things only...
1. One morning, my 1 year old son and I were up, I think we were both in the kitchen because I was making breakfast. I hear somebody cleared their throat, like a loud "ahem" and so I thought it was my hubby. I went to check and there wasn't anyone, I looked at the TV and the channels were flipping! In order to switch the channels, you have to point the remote to the cable box. I was so scared, I took my son and ran into the bedroom just to find that my husband was sleeping so loudly snoring!
2. A couple nights later, I woke up and heard noises in my bedroom. I have a big bathroom, too and there ain't much stuff hanging on the walls, and of course, every bathroom echos... I heard someone moving my stuff around, the same noise if you were to pick up something like facial lotion and set it back down.
3. My auntie was sick from cancer, and her last days were the most freaky for me. She's never seen my house before because I bought it at the time she was doing her monthly chemo and radiation so she was super tired. I go to work really early, around 6 in the morning and I take the same road every single morning and listen to the same songs every single morning but that morning was different. As I rode through the dark road, something was different about the song, it sounded so different. I listened closely and I hear hmong ritual drums beating, the little hmong flute thingy (qheng, can't spell hmong, lol), and I heard cries like that
[email protected] hmong cry. I turned the volume down and I could stil hear it. It wasn't like loud, loud, that sort of comotion was really light in the background. I got so scared that I sped off, I was the only one on the road until I got to the stop light, I felt much better because there were cars. I dared not look in the mirrors, rear-view nor sides-views. A couple of nights later, she passed away.
4. After she died, I had a dream that she came to visit me. I was so scared of her in my dream because she came to my house and was wearing hmong clothes, which is the scariest ever to see old ppl in hmong clothes! She looked realllllly healthy and normal looking, I guess I was scared because I knew she had gone. At first we were at her house, but as I ran outside and looked back, it was my house. She was upset at me and I remember exactly what she said the me, "Why are you running away. you told me to come see your new house and I am happy for you but you are running away so I am going home now." I woke up and remembered that a 3-4 of weeks before she passed, before she started losing her memory, I told her my hubby and I had bought our very 1st home and I wanted her to come visit me so I can cook her a meal in my home. I guess she wanted to come make me happy because I really wanted her to see. Before she died, she told me how happy she was to see that I am carrying a good life regardless of what ppl have said about me. My husband loves me very much and provides a good and healthy relationship. I'm forever grateful for her to come say goodbye. I should have reacted differently. But it's ok, because they say that if you're mean to a ghost, that ghost will not come bother you anymore. I guess it was ok for me to act that way, too. Superstitious.
