Haunted houses:
House #1 (in St. Paul, "frog town"), I was only a toddler then, there was the five of us, my parents, an older sister and a baby sister. One night my father was out as always working late. In the dead of night everyone was asleep. My family slept together in one bedroom -- my bed is adjacent to the other beds which were up against one another where the rest of my family members slept. My older sister woke up and saw a huge mysterious ape-like shadow peering over me. it frightened her, and she felt going back to sleep was all she could muster out of the situation, as she explained, she felt more at ease as she fell back to sleep. She later told my parents, and they never told me until I was in gradeschool. I never knew what happened. Didn’t know what it was... never asked, but to myself, I've always thought it was a guardian/ancestor (my paternal grandparents passed away when my father was only a teen and my biological brother whom was the oldest of the children died when he was only an infant).
Same house... everyone was sleeping, I woke up to some ruckus in the kitchen; I thought my father had just come home from work. I went and checked, the noise was coming from the garbage can. I went and looked; it was the biggest rat I've ever seen in my life -- the size of a cat!!! It was stuck in the empty garbage can (I had just taken out the trash earlier when my father went to work, since it was one of my chores). I didn't do anything to it… left it there. I thought it won't be able to get out, so I'll just let my father handle it when he gets back, and I went back to bed. Next day, I went and looked; the garbage can was as it was, but no rat. I asked my dad, if he saw it, he told me there was nothing. Didn’t know what happened to it. No one else knew anything about it either.
House #2 (on Uni Ave. in St. Paul, "frog town"), I'm in gradeschool by this time. There were always a lot of cats roaming nearby. The cats never posed much a nuisance to me, but for my sisters. Those cats would jump off from the rooftops (off two stories) and run away when they see me. Anyway, this place was really old. Families of Japanese, Chinese, Laotians, and Indians (not the Native Indians) used to live there before us. My oldest sister saw a samurai shadow of whatever was behind her raising a sword when she was doing dishes once – she cried running off to where the rest of us were. My younger sister had seen shadows flying outside by the family bedroom window. My mom had experienced a long hairy arm coming from under the bed to touch her when she was sick -- I was slapped on the butt once playing by that bed and I accused my dad who was resting nearby, but he said he never did such a thing. If I can recall correctly, my dad would catch these small little hairless birds/chicks that looked like chocobos (when I think of it now), as the one you see in Japanese stories, hiding in corners or by mice holes. I've once witnessed the family bedroom door, which was tightly shut, opened in front of me when I was playing next to it -- I ran to my mom and sisters, and she told me not to go play there and just to stay by them to watch TV, so I did. Back to those cats, a black cat would always jump up to the window sill, my sisters wanted to take it in, my dad was saying no, but decided, sure, let my sisters have their way for awhile. My dad only allowed it for a couple days, to his suspicion, when the cat was brought in, it was never hungry and it always ran away from us, and it would go into hiding and stay there, sometimes it would not be found for hours anywhere in the place except the family bedroom -- under the bed. He ordered my oldest sister to catch it and throw it back out (to teach her a lesson) so she tried for it, it scratched her; eventually they got it to leave. After that, my dad's money would turn out missing, he'd just won a lottery ticket one day, and that went missing. I was blamed for it, and he started hating me. My parents would get into arguments. They would curse and hit us for no reason sometimes. It makes me think nowadays, they were possessed? I have also been seeing flashes of black and or white patches across my field of vision, peculiarly in isolated and or quiet areas, which I can still make out from time to time – spirits? Ghosts? Djinns? Also, I’ve been told and figured out on my own that my family and I have been traumatized, which explained some causality linked to this point of time in our lives.
Same house, before all those incidences from above, which all happened in the order described, there were these other Hmong kids who were new to the U.S. they would ask me to go and play with them. Boy I tell ya, these kids were around my age at the time, but they were sure undisciplined and dirty little kids. Anyway, I would just go along with them, since I knew the neighborhood area more than they did. So I would go with them 'cause they wanted me to be their "guide". We ended up in the backyard of a board-up house. There was a big crabapple tree; we'd go climb it and pick crabapples. Eventually, the kids would complain about feeling pains out of nowhere, they would step on broken glass when there weren't much broken glass, they would have all sorts of problems, but I never had any problems as I was always safe in and out of that place, except for one incident when a branch I was on broke and I saved myself from falling from high above by extending my arms up to grab hold onto a bigger branch above me. Could it be that bigger brother was looking out for me? Later, their parents finally stopped them from going, and I also never went back. Little did I know, my parents found out from their parents and told me that place used to be our old place (house #1).
The little green creature:
I was a toddler; my parents took me out with them to a relatives place to help out a little as they were moving out. I was with a couple of their kids playing tag and stuff. I got tired of playing with them. I got tired of helping move some small items, too. So I whipped out my toy horse and started playing on the front porch where the window sill is. to my bewilderment, a strange swamp-green, ~3ft tall creature popped up and squared directly at me from the inside of the house, I jumped, lost balance, and fell flat on my butt. A little dazed and confused, I got up as quick as I fell down, looked, and it was gone. I grabbed my toy and ran off. I think my parents already knew about the whole thing about their house ‘cause I didn't have to tell them. They already knew what happened when I came running to them from that window, and I can assure everyone else on this forum, it is not in any way a poj ntxoog. To this day, the daze effect still lingers in phases.
The river orbs:
There is a river (not giving name or location) where quite a number of Hmong people like to fish. This river has been rumored to have claimed lives and unexplained supernatural events. Back in my middle and highschool years, I would go fishing there a lot with family, friends, and relatives. One night, my uncle, my dad and I went fishing very late at night. My dad went to go check on a spot and will be back double time. I was with my uncle. From across the river, we heard splashing. I looked to see if it were big fishes, with only the lit up sky as a light source, there were big splashes, but that wasn't all, there was an ape-like creature on the shoreline in a crouching position. It looked as if it was making the slashes or catching fishes. I asked my uncle if there was actually something over there, he ignored it and said it was nothing. The thing was, after that, my dad came back, and my uncle pulled my dad with him off to the side, about a good whisper distance away, and they had a good brotherly talk for a few minutes. I was watching them, and saw them looking out to the place I saw the thing -- I had no doubt in my mind they were talking about the same thing I was. We didn't fish the night 'cause my dad said, "The fishes are probably not going to bite tonight."
One of my younger brothers went with my dad to the same river to fish one time, and he claimed to have seen a huge slimy and scaly serpent-like fish making huge ripples on the surface of the river. He said he'd seen humps surfacing out in the middle of the river where the currents are. On any usual day, the currents create little breaks on the surface which forms little wave patterns; however, it was an unusual day that the water was completely calm, until he saw what he saw. It was the same day, they caught a lot of good, clean fishes, plus, they also caught and a big river eel!!! My brother is rather the “sensitive” type when it comes to having claim seeing these types of creatures (because he had another similar incident years later when swimming with his buddies) of what we’re told as “Zaj”. My mother’s sides have had many encounters of Zaj, rare land snake rituals, and poj ntxoog (goblins), and my father’s sides have had many encounters with jungle creatures such as the Hmong versions of the trolls and the primordial (ape-like creatures), which makes sense because my mother’s side specialized in farming near big bodies of water and my dad’s side specialized in hunting deep in the jungles.
Same river, years later, a bunch of hmong buddies and I were making our way to the river through a wooded area on a small trail. it was late at night, thought we'd try our luck, we got half way to where we had an open view of the river below, there was a blinking green orb light and a blinking red orb light floating above the river as if one was chasing the other. The rest of the buddies were busy lousing around. Only ones that saw the orb-like lights were a younger Hmong lad and me. Strange how we both spotted it at almost the same time and both turned to look at eachother right after. We went down to the river anyway, fished for a little bit, caught nothing, built a small fire only to put it out right after, then we all left. It was days later when we were talking about that night again. We couldn't tell what it was.
The talking bathroom vent:
I was really young then, and I remember my parents would take me to go visit a small family of close relatives all the time. They didn’t have any young children my age, as I recall the older kids would be out most of the time. I would play by myself while the adults conversed. Then, comes time for me to go pee, so I went to go use the toilet by myself and I heard a robotic voice talking through the vent as if it was talking to me, the vent was on the side wall next to the toilet – I heard it loud and clear. I hadn’t started to pee yet and when I heard it, I ran out crying to my mother. I told her what I heard. And, everytime when we went over there, and when I needed to go use the bathroom, I would need my mother to be there with me. I’ve grown out of it and got over not long after when my mother told me not to be afraid and left me alone in the bathroom with the door closed… I didn’t hear it and finished by boyhood thing.
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And that was that. Since all those incidences and since growing up, I've never encountered anything phenomenally heart-stopping except for the good sensational relief of a few good sneezes. I've been told I was baptized in a catholic church and my parents has converted back to shamanism when I was in gradeschool, so nothing much of the paranormal. Currently, my father has also picked up on Buddhist teachings after many years of shamanism and my mother had taken a full practicum shamanic rituals. However, I can use a full recovery or healing-time back to the natural/normal state of being, and I've been thinking of seeking for some enlightenment; however it may be of fit, either from a Buddhist priest or from a Shaman in due course. I am grateful, thus far, to have done my own info. seeking on these matters in order to come to some understanding… some explanations. I don’t feel I need Christianity nor Catholicism nor to be a follower in western religion because I believe I have found the necessary sound-and-reasoning in correspondence to beliefs and practices of whom I am a descendant of.
