There's this one family that once lived in a haunted house for a decade before finally moving away from it's evil presence. The family at the time was going through a lot of confusing unreasonable drama conflicts, the bills are always too much to handle and everything just seem to never be taking care of on time. The kids are bringing home bad grades, the parents are having serious issues at work. Argument broke out most of the time and the family's falling apart slowly days by days. For they know the place is haunted but finding another place at the time wasn't easy either. Finally, one day the family make it out of the house and everything change. The kids are doing much better in school, the parents' work place are more at ease and money was growing on trees. They later find out that the reason they were going nowhere during at that time at the old house was because the spirit their kept on interfering them and putting anger into their hearts, like making the family fight against each other and than sit back and watch. And also during that time when the family wanted to move out, they spirits hide all vision for them to find a new place to go so the spirits can keep on torturing them. This is my story, my family.
A lot of strange things happened to me and my family when we use to lived in that old small brick house. My mom is usually the main victim, always seeing and hearing stuff almost every other days for eight years. One of the strangest encounter for her was one night while my dad was working a 3rd shift job and she was home alone, because of all the other crazy things that happened before my mom always has her bedroom light on all night when ever my dad's not home with her. This particular night just right when she was drifting off to sleep the bed started waving like water waves at the ocean, that's how my mom describe it.
Than out of nowhere a little white boy with a brown paper grocery bag over his head with two holes on the bag for eyes is at the end of her bed, at first she thought it was maybe one of my younger brothers but she remember we don't have brown paper grocery bag in the house at all. The store my mom shop from only has plastic bags and we had a oven full of 'ems. My mom try to speak, she try to ask who it is but for some unknown purpose she couldn't make a single sound and what's worst she can't make a muscle.
She said whatever that thing was at the time reach it's pale looking hands over to my mom and try to grab her and when she gets really scare and frighten and trying to struggle very hard to get free away from it, it pulled back it's hand away from my mom and than laugh at her in a echoing little boy's voice. It did that over and over for about five minutes my mom said, it stop when she struggle very hand and manage to roll off of her bed.
Never happened to my dad, I guess because he doesn't believed in it or it's because my dad's no fun to mess with. But my dad always tell us trying to comfort us when we get spook with similar incident like my mom "it's okay, it's nothing, it's just your imagination". Sometime I want to believed that it's my imagination, but what proves to me that these are real is that everybody in my family experience it except for my dad and there's nine of us kids.
But than again I do remember this one night my dad just got out of bed, went straight into the kitchen to get his Hmong knife and a hand full of rice and started yelling and throwing rice everywhere in the house. He never did said why he do it or what cause him to, we asked if was he sleep walking but he didn't want to answer our question.
