Finally, at last, after finishing these ghost stories, I can tell my ghost stories. I’m not a good story teller, so bare with me. A few months ago, my aunt and her daughter and her daughter’s daughter came over from out state for my mom to do shaman so whatever is bothering my aunt, so it would go away. A couple days after they arrived, my mom and aunt were outside talking. While I was walking to go inside the house, I over heard my aunt saying to my mom that when she was driving off from the garden, she started to feel pain from her ankle. It hurt so much that she was touching her ankle and felt a rope tie around her ankle. I went over and look, saw a red mark around her ankle. Then I went inside the house.
Weekend came along, the day my mom was doing shaman for my aunt. While my mom was doing shaman, my mom repeated what ever that ghost was saying “hehehe…there’s a tree at the garden. Everyday when you go to the garden, I’m always swinging up in the tree laughing at you but you don’t even see me. While you put your stuff away in the truck, I’ll already put a rope around your ankle. And you don’t even notice it. (if only I know how to write in hmong, it would of sound a lot scarier.) After the shaman ritual was done. My mom told my aunt not to cry for her mom no more. For her not to go to her mom’s grave and cried. Every time, when my aunt goes to my grandma’s grave and cried, my grandma throws rocks or dirt at her to make her scared. But she doesn’t get it, so my grandma does it more so she’ll know.
After a few days, my aunt and they had arrived, strange things started happen. My sister and I were staying up late. Usually, we don’t have footstep, but that couple of nights; we’ve been hearing footstep even when no one is up except for my sister and me. We told my mom that ever since my aunt came for my mom to do shaman ritual for her, stranger things started to happen but my mom and dad said didn’t believe.
A month after that, I was home alone while my parents went to a relative. I was just sitting at the coach, all of the sudden I heard a big boom from upstairs. Like someone drop, a heavy box. I curse at it “there’s heaven and there’s hell, if you want to scared me, aren’t you afraid of lightening.” After I said that, I scared myself even more. I left outside and waited for my parents to come home.
That same month, my dad came from the chicken house. My dad told my mom that when he got there one of the pigeon has been eaten; blood was all over the ground. My parents decided to kill all the pigeon. A couple weeks later, my parents went to the chicken house and saw a chicken got chew off. My mom called her sister who is also a shaman to check on who and why which my parents know who is it already. My aunt said it was my grandma. She isn’t happy for don’t know what the real reason is but my grandma said because my parents didn’t burn my grandma money from inside the house.
There's more to come.
