No regret, I know a story similar to yours >_<
But your dad's friend has bad karma! Tsk tsk!
So one of my aunts used to play outside all day as a kid back in Laos.
Being a naughty girl, she and other cousins decided to go play by the graves in the fields.
They played all day by those graves and then when night came, she went home.
Well, she fell sick and when the shaman came, he said there was a spirit who followed her home when she was messing around with the graves. Her father and the shaman had to do a bunch of begging and offerings but the spirit still refused to leave. Finally, the shaman told them to pretend like they were going to the fields and take nothing with them because if they did, the ghost would follow them to their new home. So my uncle rounded up their family and went to stay with other relatives. That house was still haunted by that spirit until it was torn down.
This one's about one of my good friends.
When we were still in high school, she was absent for like a week and all of us friends were worried because she'd never ditch that many days straight or else she got married
Anyway, she came back the next week and told us what happend:
One night she was home with her sister-in-law and brother.
While they were upstairs in their room, she was downstairs doing dishes. She was almost done when suddenly, she heard this loud thump behind her, like someone had jumped down the stairs or something.
When she turned around to look, she saw nothing so she just shrugged it off like whatever and went back to finishing the dishes. Then she heard her name being called and was like, "Yeah, what do you want?" 'cus she thought it was them upstairs calling her. After a few seconds and no reply, she turned around and saw nobody there. Now she was creeped out so she went upstairs to her brother and sister-in-law's room and asked them if they had called her. They were like, "No, we're watching tv." My friend was like, "Hmm, okay, whatever, I thought you guys called my name, guess not." That night, she got really sick and was burning up. She dreamt about this black figure who kept tugging on her to go with him. After a few days of that, she finally told her parents and they called the shaman to come see her and he said that it was a ghost who called her name and because she answered, he wanted her. So they had to do the whole name-changing ceremony and tie a red bracelet around her hand and clear the spirit from their place. It was really creepy when she told us the story because she's not the type to believe in that stuff and we were all kinda freaked out especially when she showed us the red bracelet on her hand.
This one is actually about me.
Years ago, one of my aunts was being mean and she told me that I used to have a fiance when I was young. I was all pissed 'cus I thought she was lying. But then I remembered seeing pictures of me with this little boy that I don't remember. I confronted my mom with it and she told me that yes, I was engaged once upon a time but that I didn't remember because it was too long ago and too many bad things happened.
So the story goes that there was this family that my parents were like best friends forever with when I was a baby. And they had a little boy around my age so we played together all the time growing up and did everything together. Both of our parents thought it would be great if we could really become family so they promised each other that when him and I grew up, we'd get married and blah blah blah. I was only like 2 at the time when they made this promise but a few years later, the boy died; I don't know from what or how because my mom refused to tell me and I don't remember any of this or that little boy.
Well, my mom said when he died, nobody told me that he died because I was too young to understand, and I was telling everyone that I wanted to play with him and that he was waiting for me to go out and play with him and asking them why couldn't I play with him. And my mom said for nights I would cry out in my sleep for him, saying, "X, I'm here! Hurry, hurry! Let's go play! Where are you? Why can't I see you?" My parents didn't really think too much of it since hardly a day ever went by without us seeing one another; they thought I was just having separation anxiety. Turned out, he had been haunting me. My mom said I started to cry at night, saying things like "X wants me to play with him but I'm tired, I want to sleep. Why isn't X going home?" And during the daytime, I would say things like, "X! Let's go play!" like he was actually there when in reality, I was playing by myself :X
Finally, my parents noticed how pale and sick I looked and called the shaman. After he did his thing, he told my parents that X's spirit won't let go of me because I wasn't letting go of him too. My mom said that was when they had to tell me X was dead and never coming back. My mom said I went hysterical, crying and yelling. Eventually I calmed down and they said that everytime X called me, I better not answer or else I'll never see my parents again. My mom said she also told me to tell her everytime he called me to play. At first, I didn't do as they said and kept talking to him. My mom overheard me saying to him, "X, you're dead, really? My parents told me not to talk to you anymore." She got pissed and beat me until I promised not to talk to him anymore. My mom said everytime X called me, I would run to her and be like, X wants me to play and my mom always told me not to answer. That went on for awhile until I started Kindergarten and my mom said I forgot all about him. I don't remember any of this so I know it's been blocked out of my mind but the pictures don't lie . . .
What's even stranger was after I found out this little boy, I started hearing my name being called, especially when I was alone. Sometimes it sounded like a little kid's voice, sometimes an adults voice. But it hasn't happened for a few years now . . .
