We use to live at this one house which is at an end of the road type of house. Like, there is a stop sign and you turn left and there’s a canal next to our house; but the road end there. I was about a 3rd grader or 4th grader and what I heard from the og was that those type of house give you a lot of problem. Like it’s just bad house to live in. We got rob, my dad car got stole, my dad got sick, police came in our house because were too loud and some secret stuff I can’t say.
This make us came and live at our house right now. When we came and live in this new house, it was a pretty okay size of house. Four bed room, 2 living rooms, three bathrooms and a big kitchen. So we were living at this new house about 4 to 5 month. We got a knock from this one Mexican guy. He came in and talk to my brother and mom. He told my mom that he used to live in this house with his dad and his mom, but the house was very messy and very trashy when he lives here. My brother and he started talking, so they went outside just talking.
Being Hmong my grandma made some food for him to eat. After a while my brother came back and said that he left. My brother said that his mom got sick and passed away in the house and some more stuff that I forgot. Yeah, so after that a couple a months went by.
I was sleepy in my bedroom with my sister them. I use to go to sleep around 8:30 and end up waking up hella early. I woke up in the middle of the night, because I heard footstep. Our floor wasn’t carpet it was wood. So, you can really hear the squeak of every step you take, but only on certain part of it. My bedroom was near the kitchen and my room door was open. One night, I heard footstep. The footstep was going back and forth at the hall way and it continue back and forth. Suddenly it came in my room back and forth, back and forth and I just got tired of hearing it and I just K.O and sleep through it. Every night I hear it, but don’t mind about it much. But I remember one night I hear some weird language talking from my side and to the door side. I try to understand it, but I end up going back to sleep again. I told my mom about it, but you know they don’t want you to be scare so they just be like,” Oh it’s just grandpa.” BUT I know it wasn’t my grandpa, LOL. I keep hearing that footstep were ever I sleep, my bedroom or in the living room. One time me, my sister, my grandma and my brothers well sleep in the living room, because it was too hot and the living room have AC. That night I would wake up hearing someone chopping meats, BUT the lights are off and I would hear footstep walking around the 2nd living room. It went to the hallway, to the 1st living room, to the kitchen and repeat. I think about it and was like the kitchen doesn’t even squeak when I walk there. It was just weird, but scary.
One night I was sleeping in my bedroom, I woke up because I needed to sh*t. It was around 2 in the morning. I went and got my laptop and went to the bathroom. I was on myspace( LOL ) messaging people, looking at my comments and ect. Middle of nowhere I heard noise. The bathroom door wasn’t close all the way at all. ( LOL) I heard banging and scratchy on walls at the same time. I got scare so I blast the music up, but so sad I can still hear it. Then, somehow the net stop working. I freak for a while. So, I decided to get out of the bathroom. As, I got up from the toilet and just holding my laptop an standing; the noise got louder and louder. I just got tired of it and I open the door hella fast! But as I did this the sound stop, it was quiet. I went back in my bed to sleep, but as I turn off the light and curl up next to my sister I heard the noise again and then I knock out.
And as soon we change church. Everything that was happening to me stop. (: Those noise that I heard stop. My fear went away and that was the only time I experience ghost stuff. Or idk what was it.
I know it was long, but I just got to say all this to make you guys be in the same page. Not scary, but sh*t it was.
