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Title: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: JazzBootz on April 04, 2008, 06:55:22 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on April 11, 2008, 04:31:45 PM
Here's a real one. Don't freak out!

A real Hmong-American pastor actually acted in a movie as the dead guy who was on the death-wall bed reaching for the chicken above his head in the middle of the night when only one Txiv Qeej was around.

isn't it that one movie that Xab made in thailand?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Swordplay on April 11, 2008, 09:20:33 PM
jazz - Heres a nice one for ya!...  ^-^  U know in the mid 80's there was a "queer" trend of Hmong men in Ban Vinai who started wearing red nail polish.  ... It supposedly had to do w/ a 'horny' female ghost spirit who would come around to "tsuam" and do "other stuff"  to any guy who was unmarried. .... So all the single guys had to paint their nails in order to fool the ghost that they were "girls" too so she wouldn't come around to bother them..... then they would hang up signs on their doors sayin something like "only old women, a dog and a cat lives here" ... believing this would also ward off the ghost! lols  >:D

I heard of this one from the folks who lived there during those days!   :laughing7:
haha nice story.



Okay so yes I have the sixth sense, and yes I have a choice if I wish to be a shaman or not but no I do not want to be one and no I don't have to be one. And yes I still have the sixth sense regardless if I choose to be one or not. I shouldn't call it "the sixth sense" but rather "a sixth sense." Okay let me share my little short story. I was sleeping over at an elder's house in the basement when I felt as though someone was staring at me. You know how we're sleeping and if someone stands close to us we kinda feel their presence? or maybe it's just me. So yeah I open my eyes and I don't see anything, and I know I can't see spirits so I was like hmm that's odd no one's there. But I felt very uncomfortable and knew that whatever it was, it wasn't happy that I was there. So I ran upstairs and slept in the living room.

The next morning I woke up and asked my mom if she knew anything about the home. I told her I swear I felt some kind of spiritual presence, something was definitely there, and I felt cold and afraid. She later asked around and learned that the elder's wife died in his home, in the basement. That was the one experience of many I confirmed I had a sixth sense.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LeLaaay on May 02, 2008, 12:08:17 PM
haha nice story.



Okay so yes I have the sixth sense, and yes I have a choice if I wish to be a shaman or not but no I do not want to be one and no I don't have to be one. And yes I still have the sixth sense regardless if I choose to be one or not. I shouldn't call it "the sixth sense" but rather "a sixth sense." Okay let me share my little short story. I was sleeping over at an elder's house in the basement when I felt as though someone was staring at me. You know how we're sleeping and if someone stands close to us we kinda feel their presence? or maybe it's just me. So yeah I open my eyes and I don't see anything, and I know I can't see spirits so I was like hmm that's odd no one's there. But I felt very uncomfortable and knew that whatever it was, it wasn't happy that I was there. So I ran upstairs and slept in the living room.

The next morning I woke up and asked my mom if she knew anything about the home. I told her I swear I felt some kind of spiritual presence, something was definitely there, and I felt cold and afraid. She later asked around and learned that the elder's wife died in his home, in the basement. That was the one experience of many I confirmed I had a sixth sense.
I have that feeling too. I can sense almost any place if someone died in there or not.. my sister has a stronger feeling. The stories i hear from her freaks the shiet out of me and she's dumb like those american movies where if you hear or see something moving.. she'll go chase or find it. ahahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Jena on May 02, 2008, 09:11:35 PM
Spooky!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moo_cow on May 08, 2008, 12:57:50 PM
jazz - Heres a nice one for ya!...  ^-^  U know in the mid 80's there was a "queer" trend of Hmong men in Ban Vinai who started wearing red nail polish.  ... It supposedly had to do w/ a 'horny' female ghost spirit who would come around to "tsuam" and do "other stuff"  to any guy who was unmarried. .... So all the single guys had to paint their nails in order to fool the ghost that they were "girls" too so she wouldn't come around to bother them..... then they would hang up signs on their doors sayin something like "only old women, a dog and a cat lives here" ... believing this would also ward off the ghost! lols  >:D

I heard of this one from the folks who lived there during those days!   :laughing7:

lol that's halarious omg!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moo_cow on May 08, 2008, 12:59:08 PM
haha nice story.



Okay so yes I have the sixth sense, and yes I have a choice if I wish to be a shaman or not but no I do not want to be one and no I don't have to be one. And yes I still have the sixth sense regardless if I choose to be one or not. I shouldn't call it "the sixth sense" but rather "a sixth sense." Okay let me share my little short story. I was sleeping over at an elder's house in the basement when I felt as though someone was staring at me. You know how we're sleeping and if someone stands close to us we kinda feel their presence? or maybe it's just me. So yeah I open my eyes and I don't see anything, and I know I can't see spirits so I was like hmm that's odd no one's there. But I felt very uncomfortable and knew that whatever it was, it wasn't happy that I was there. So I ran upstairs and slept in the living room.

The next morning I woke up and asked my mom if she knew anything about the home. I told her I swear I felt some kind of spiritual presence, something was definitely there, and I felt cold and afraid. She later asked around and learned that the elder's wife died in his home, in the basement. That was the one experience of many I confirmed I had a sixth sense.

that just gave me the goosebumps T_T
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moo_cow on May 08, 2008, 01:02:40 PM
ok ok let's see...

My aunt who lives with her husband and his family they have a guest room. One night my parents went over to visit them and they slept over. It was said that the grandparents both died in that room but they still give it out as a guest room. creepy! Anyways, so it goes on my mom was sleeping that night. And there was a knock on the window. She looked out and an old lady was standing outside telling her to get out of that room. My mom was so terrified she couldn't sleep. She tried to go to sleep but the room got so cold and chilly. She couldn't sleep all night, but my parents never went over to sleep at my aunt's house anymore either.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on July 08, 2008, 11:58:58 AM
Have anyone ever seen/experience poj ntxoog story in the US?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on July 14, 2008, 09:10:40 AM
Ok.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Retribution on July 14, 2008, 03:48:53 PM
Yes.
Can you share your story with us?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mark D on July 14, 2008, 04:20:10 PM
haha nice story.



Okay so yes I have the sixth sense, and yes I have a choice if I wish to be a shaman or not but no I do not want to be one and no I don't have to be one. And yes I still have the sixth sense regardless if I choose to be one or not. I shouldn't call it "the sixth sense" but rather "a sixth sense." Okay let me share my little short story. I was sleeping over at an elder's house in the basement when I felt as though someone was staring at me. You know how we're sleeping and if someone stands close to us we kinda feel their presence? or maybe it's just me. So yeah I open my eyes and I don't see anything, and I know I can't see spirits so I was like hmm that's odd no one's there. But I felt very uncomfortable and knew that whatever it was, it wasn't happy that I was there. So I ran upstairs and slept in the living room.

The next morning I woke up and asked my mom if she knew anything about the home. I told her I swear I felt some kind of spiritual presence, something was definitely there, and I felt cold and afraid. She later asked around and learned that the elder's wife died in his home, in the basement. That was the one experience of many I confirmed I had a sixth sense.

Same exact thing happened to me...when someone slipped some acid in my drink.  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Retribution on July 14, 2008, 04:23:36 PM
Same exact thing happened to me...when someone slipped some acid in my drink.  ;)
lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on August 02, 2008, 05:20:42 PM
My father told us about a spooky incident that happened to hi when he served in the military back in Laos. They were being mortared by the NVAs (North Vietnamese Army) and so they ran back to a better defensible area. It was already dark when they are started to dig their foxholes and took turn guarding in case the NVAs followed them. After his guard hours were up, we immediately went to sleep. During his sleep, he kept having this reoccurring nightmare. In the nightmare, he was stuck in between two houses, there was an old man in the left house and an old lady in the right house. They kept yelling and cursing for him to leave because they didn't want any visitors. They didn't physically harmed him but they looked threatening. When he woke up in the early morning and there was enough sunlight to see all around....to his horror, he found out that he actually dug his foxhole right in between two graves! (In Laos & Thailand, Hmong tend to cover the dead with a mounds of dirt covered by stones or logs. After a while, vegetations grow on it and in the dark it's hard to see if it's man made or not).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Trojan on August 05, 2008, 09:39:03 PM
the story and practice behind hmong funerals has always gave me goose bumbs.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on August 18, 2008, 01:54:09 PM
If you Ladies & Gents are familiar with the St. Paul area....I remembered there is a cemetery on Como St that the Hmong folks alway talk about.
One of my Hmong buddy told me a story that when they were kids they dared each other to climb over the fence to play around the cemetery.  One night they decided to play tag around the tombstones just for the hell of it.  Person who's "it" would have to chase and tag the others while running around the mazes of tombstones.  My buddy said that it was pretty dark out...the only way you can see a person is when they stood up from hiding and their silhouettes are against the moonlight. Well needless to say, there were only 5 of them playing and at the end of the game they all stood up....however my buddy counted 6 players! He was so scared that he started to scream and climbed over the fence at the same time.  Then all his friends started to scream and climb over the fence and they all met up on the other side of the street.  They talked about what happen and they couldn't figure out who the 6th player was....they all concluded that it must have been a ghost.  They were too scared to tell their parents because they knew they would be in deep trouble for being at the cemetery.  I'm sure a lot of chickens were sacrificed for my buddy and his friends in the following week...lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FEARLESS on August 18, 2008, 03:06:46 PM
Quote
If you Ladies & Gents are familiar with the St. Paul area....I remembered there is a cemetery on Como St that the Hmong folks alway talk about.
One of my Hmong buddy told me a story that when they were kids they dared each other to climb over the fence to play around the cemetery.  One night they decided to play tag around the tombstones just for the hell of it.  Person who's "it" would have to chase and tag the others while running around the mazes of tombstones.  My buddy said that it was pretty dark out...the only way you can see a person is when they stood up from hiding and their silhouettes are against the moonlight. Well needless to say, there were only 5 of them playing and at the end of the game they all stood up....however my buddy counted 6 players! He was so scared that he started to scream and climbed over the fence at the same time.  Then all his friends started to scream and climb over the fence and they all met up on the other side of the street.  They talked about what happen and they couldn't figure out who the 6th player was....they all concluded that it must have been a ghost.  They were too scared to tell their parents because they knew they would be in deep trouble for being at the cemetery.  I'm sure a lot of chickens were sacrificed for my buddy and his friends in the following week...lol

Dang! that's spooky. But please refer to my signature.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on August 18, 2008, 11:47:36 PM
Dang! that's spooky. But please refer to my signature.....

What do you mean "refer to your signature?"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on August 19, 2008, 03:25:05 PM
Jack_25, Yikes! those stories give me goosebumps.  But keep it coming!

Since I don't have stories to share, here's a link for those who enjoy reading scary stories like me ;D ;D

http://members.tripod.com/~DragonKid/main.html

These stories are creepy!!!  Enjoy and don't read when alone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on August 25, 2008, 02:04:54 PM
HEY THANKS FOR SHARING..OMG!!THAT IS SOME CREEPY STORIE..

&&

Dok_Champa,
THANKS FOR THE SITE..THOUGH I, MYSELF IS A CHICKEN BUT I LOVE READING AND WATCH MOVIE DEB EXCEPT FOR SOME HMOOB MOVIE..LIKE THAT MOVIE ZEB&&SUA..GOSHERS I CAN NEVER WATCH THAT MOVIE AGAIN..
MY GRANDPA PLAYED IT FOR ME WHEN I FIRST GOT HERE TO THE U.S. AND I WAS ONLY LIKE 3 OR 4 YEARS OLD!!.. HE EXCEPT ME TO WATCH THAT..EVERYTIM E I WATCH IT I GET NITE MARES. SO I STAY AWAY FROM THAT MOVIE.. I WOULDN'T WATCH IT IF SOMEONE PAID ME TOO..YES I KNOW I'M A CHICKEN..HEHE
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nruabsiab on August 26, 2008, 06:17:13 PM
jazz - Heres a nice one for ya!...  ^-^  U know in the mid 80's there was a "queer" trend of Hmong men in Ban Vinai who started wearing red nail polish.  ... It supposedly had to do w/ a 'horny' female ghost spirit who would come around to "tsuam" and do "other stuff"  to any guy who was unmarried. .... So all the single guys had to paint their nails in order to fool the ghost that they were "girls" too so she wouldn't come around to bother them..... then they would hang up signs on their doors sayin something like "only old women, a dog and a cat lives here" ... believing this would also ward off the ghost! lols  >:D

I heard of this one from the folks who lived there during those days!   :laughing7:
i've never heard of that one... live in ban vinais 83-86
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nruabsiab on August 26, 2008, 06:22:22 PM
I have that feeling too. I can sense almost any place if someone died in there or not.. my sister has a stronger feeling. The stories i hear from her freaks the shiet out of me and she's dumb like those american movies where if you hear or see something moving.. she'll go chase or find it. ahahaha
lilly....i told  you this rite???? when i was in MN visiting that person....one of his uncle's GF told me a story...... when her family first moved to a house, she was so addicted to the comp/internet that she would stay up really late... then she heard noises... she brushed it off, she heard it again, she brushed it cus she was too addicted to the net/chatting.... 3rd time.. she got scared and turn off her comp and went to bed.....

later they found out that was the house was haunted because a brother killked his younger brother over a game..... I'm like OMG... I know who's used to live there... LOL ....  :o :o :o :o ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Retribution on August 27, 2008, 08:03:47 AM
A story I've heard .. not sure if its true or just urban legend ...  :happy9:


Two Hmong guys were on a road trip from CA ... driving back home to MN. ... they come to a rest stop and happen to see this Asian girl sitting alone at a bench there. She comes up to them and ask if they are Hmong -- Yes, they reply.   ... She tells them that she was on a bus going back home to MN ... when her bus stopped at that rest area .... she took too long and they forgot her there. ..... So now she is stranded.  .... They tell her they are going to MN too .. but that they are stopping at some other places before going there. .... She then asks if they can help take her to the nearest bus station to catch another bus to get back home.

Ok, they agree - so she hops in with them. ...... Once they reach the nearest bus station, she gets off and thanks them. She also asks if they have some money they can lend to her since she doesn't have enough to buy another ticket. ... she gives them her home phone # back in MN and tells them they can call her mom up to repay them the money. SHe gives them her jacket as evidence that they'd met her, and ask them to also tell her mother she'd be home soon.

So they give her some money and off they go on their own way.


About a week later, after they get home to MN ... finally one of them decides to call up the girl's mother. .... He didn't really intend to get his money back, but more like wanted to return the girls jacket back to her. An elderly lady answers the phone .. she says she is the girls mother ... so he then starts to explain about how he and his friend met her daughter on a recent road trip...and tells out the rest of the story.

After his explanation - there is a brief silence.  .... A little puzzled, he asks her again if she really is the mother of the girl. .... Finally, the mother answers him and says, " BUt my daughter that you speak of has been dead for 3 years now! ... She died in a car accident along the very same highway that you and your friend were on! ..... How can this be of what you tell me!?!"


After a long while of bewilderment .... the deceased girl's family decide that they should perform a "tso plig" ceremony for their daughter since at the time of her death, the family still worshipped Shamanism .. but not long after that, they converted to Christianity and thought that the "tso plig" would not be necessary any longer.

Not long after they performed the "tso plig" ceremony.... the mother said her daugher came to her in a dream telling her that she had finally "mus thawj thiab lawm" ...  :sleepy5:

Sounds like the typical Hmong ghost story. And knowing Hmong people they're usually gullible so lots of people run off believing that one because we all know spiritual beings cannot transfer physical items.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Retribution on August 27, 2008, 08:47:10 AM
Here's a creative story:

http://mobile.aol.com/gallery/strange-cell-phone-stories?Gallery=strange-cell-phone-stories&pg=2
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on August 27, 2008, 06:51:12 PM
A story I've heard .. not sure if its true or just urban legend ...  :happy9:


Two Hmong guys were on a road trip from CA ... driving back home to MN. ... they come to a rest stop and happen to see this Asian girl sitting alone at a bench there. She comes up to them and ask if they are Hmong -- Yes, they reply.   ... She tells them that she was on a bus going back home to MN ... when her bus stopped at that rest area .... she took too long and they forgot her there. ..... So now she is stranded.  .... They tell her they are going to MN too .. but that they are stopping at some other places before going there. .... She then asks if they can help take her to the nearest bus station to catch another bus to get back home.

Ok, they agree - so she hops in with them. ...... Once they reach the nearest bus station, she gets off and thanks them. She also asks if they have some money they can lend to her since she doesn't have enough to buy another ticket. ... she gives them her home phone # back in MN and tells them they can call her mom up to repay them the money. SHe gives them her jacket as evidence that they'd met her, and ask them to also tell her mother she'd be home soon.

So they give her some money and off they go on their own way.


About a week later, after they get home to MN ... finally one of them decides to call up the girl's mother. .... He didn't really intend to get his money back, but more like wanted to return the girls jacket back to her. An elderly lady answers the phone .. she says she is the girls mother ... so he then starts to explain about how he and his friend met her daughter on a recent road trip...and tells out the rest of the story.

After his explanation - there is a brief silence.  .... A little puzzled, he asks her again if she really is the mother of the girl. .... Finally, the mother answers him and says, " BUt my daughter that you speak of has been dead for 3 years now! ... She died in a car accident along the very same highway that you and your friend were on! ..... How can this be of what you tell me!?!"


After a long while of bewilderment .... the deceased girl's family decide that they should perform a "tso plig" ceremony for their daughter since at the time of her death, the family still worshipped Shamanism .. but not long after that, they converted to Christianity and thought that the "tso plig" would not be necessary any longer.

Not long after they performed the "tso plig" ceremony.... the mother said her daugher came to her in a dream telling her that she had finally "mus thawj thiab lawm" ...  :sleepy5:


aww..that's a really nice one..though very sadd :(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sapphire** on August 29, 2008, 02:50:51 PM
My second oldest brother had a friend when they were in college.  I believe they were living in the same dorm during their stay in college.  Anyhow, the friend has a girlfriend.  The friend wanted to go visit his girl, so he asked my brother to go with him, but my brother had too much studies to do, so he asked another friend of his to tag along.  So both my brother's friend went on their trip to see the girlfriend.  When they got to her house, it was already kind of late during the evening.  So they stayed there for about an hour and a half.  They were going to come back home, but his girlfriend's mother asked them to sleep over, since it was already so late.  So his girlfriend and mother prepared a bed in the finished basement for them.  Later that night when they were sleeping, and whispering about the visit to his girl's house, the friend who tagged along asked the other friend where was his girlfriend's father.  The friend knew that his girlfriend's father has passed away, but he didn't want to mention about it, so he lied to his friend that her father went hunting.  Apparently, the other friend said to him..." so who's that over there looking at us?" which freaked out the friend...they both got up and went home.  When they got back to the dorm, he told my brother what happened...abo ut two weeks later, he broke up with his girlfriend.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: not_skinnygirl on August 29, 2008, 02:58:34 PM
*SCREAMS* !!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Retribution on August 29, 2008, 09:04:18 PM
My second oldest brother had a friend when they were in college.  I believe they were living in the same dorm during their stay in college.  Anyhow, the friend has a girlfriend.  The friend wanted to go visit his girl, so he asked my brother to go with him, but my brother had too much studies to do, so he asked another friend of his to tag along.  So both my brother's friend went on their trip to see the girlfriend.  When they got to her house, it was already kind of late during the evening.  So they stayed there for about an hour and a half.  They were going to come back home, but his girlfriend's mother asked them to sleep over, since it was already so late.  So his girlfriend and mother prepared a bed in the finished basement for them.  Later that night when they were sleeping, and whispering about the visit to his girl's house, the friend who tagged along asked the other friend where was his girlfriend's father.  The friend knew that his girlfriend's father has passed away, but he didn't want to mention about it, so he lied to his friend that her father went hunting.  Apparently, the other friend said to him..." so who's that over there looking at us?" which freaked out the friend...they both got up and went home.  When they got back to the dorm, he told my brother what happened...abo ut two weeks later, he broke up with his girlfriend.
Too much this friend that friend but it wasn't a bad story haha

If it were a real story he should had done his homework, maybe that was just the gf's uncle. To break up with a chick over that. Silly Hmong peeps.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on September 16, 2008, 07:59:38 AM
I'm currently serving in the military in Iraq right now. While there's not a lot of spooky stories from here, one of my Hmong buddy that came here in 2003 when the "Big SH!T" was still going on, he experienced some pretty strange things.  They came in, after the tank armor unit, to clear an area that was littered with dead Iraqi soldiers.  In my buddy's team was another Hmong soldier from MN.  While walking through the field of dead Iraqis, the Hmong soldier from his team couldn't keep up with the rest. He was lagging behind and was struggling.  This pissed everyone off because to be caught in an open field w/ no cover is the worst case scenario.  Anyways, after they came back to base, the Hmong soldier finally confessed to my buddy what he actually saw out there.  He said that he has alway been sensitive to the spirit world and could see them.  He said that while walking through the field, the dead Iraqi ghosts started to follow him and they were tugging and holding him down...they ghosts knew he could see them so they wanted some answers.  Some of the ghosts didn't believe they were dead while other were angry and confused about the mess they were in.  After hearing this, my buddy told the Hmong soldier that he should get into the habit of carrying some crackers with him (crackers/dried bread are standard in our MREs--Meals Ready to Eat).  My buddy told him that from what he heard from his father, you have to appease the spirits if you're in their territory.  So the next night they crossed the same field and the Hmong soldier carried some crackers in one of his pocket.  When the ghosts appeared, he told them that he was very sorry for them and offered them a meal.  He broke pieces of the cracker and threw it in the directions of the ghosts.  He later told my buddy that the ghosts started to pick up the pieces of cracker and didn't come after him anymore. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on September 17, 2008, 10:19:38 PM
^JACK_25, that is one creepy story...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on September 17, 2008, 11:02:58 PM
Here is a simple one: My man said when they were still kids living in an apartment complex, one night they kept hearing cats meowing and crying. When his father looked out the window he saw a cat sitting on a tree, its face all scratched up like it had been attaccked by something<<< they say is a ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Koua on September 17, 2008, 11:35:40 PM
My dad had experince with a  maw luv, big foot i guess, or a pooj txooj.well any way my dad went hunting and he kept hearing a noise like some one jumping. So he stoped and listen and the noise got louder and louder. Then all of sudden his hair behind his back stood up as if something was wacthing him, and then the sounds started to sound like it came from around him surrounding him. He shot his gun relaoding it like ten times, until the jumping sound stoped and he ran back to camp called all my uncles who was hunting, and left. the next day my grand pa did hu plig to make sure my dad was ok. It happen in the US when my parents moved here, it was before i was born.

Also we use to live in a haunted house, cause my mom would wake up early to cook while everyone was asleep, and hear kids jumping on the sofa, and she come to the living room to yell at us, but when she did  there was no one there, and before we moved in my cousins and uncles had a kind of sleep over in the empty house, and they can hear people walking and turning on waters, and when my cousin came to america they were staying with us they said they could hear mumbling. As a kid i living there I would wake up and see shadowy figures walking, but I think my eyes was playing tricks on me though, seeing things, but when we moved out I notice that when my eye played tricks on me the shadowy figure i see weren't as human shaped and define as the one I saw at that place, so i might had seen ghost.

There are also ones that involved things unknown, but it resulted in death so i think it taboo to say it, I;m freaked out already recalling these memories.

Also if the feeling that you feel someone is watching you is a sixth sense then I might have it becuase sometimes out of nowhere I feel like I'm being watched and I freak out, I thought i was just being paranoid.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on September 18, 2008, 12:19:37 AM
Have anyone ever seen/experience poj ntxoog story in the US?

My childhood Friend saw one steal his hen and their eggs.  He said it had eyes slanted vertically. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on September 18, 2008, 02:31:10 AM
I remember back then i slept over at my friend's house and we slept together on the sofa bed in the living room. Late into the night, my friend woke me up and I was like "what?" and my friend said "didn't YOU wake me up?" I say "No" My friend said she felt me pat her as if to awake her but when she opened her eyes that I had turned my back to her as if to sleep again. I told her that I was still alseep and that I had not awaken her. AND I REALLY DIDNT!! I know I dont sleep talk or sleep move or anything like that.

The next early morning my friend had awaken before I did. I heard her talking so I woke up shortly after. Her little neice was up to. My friend told me that when she had awaken she saw her neice huddling behind the sofa all petrified and holding a broomstick. She had asked her neice what happened and her neice said that when she came out to use the bathroom (no one was awake yet) she saw an old lady floating and terrifying her so she got the broomstick to fend the lady off. Im not sure how it ended but i guess she got scared and went huddling behind the sofa and stayed there even after the old lady left. So sorry for the lil girl!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on September 18, 2008, 03:38:41 AM
I remember back then i slept over at my friend's house and we slept together on the sofa bed in the living room. Late into the night, my friend woke me up and I was like "what?" and my friend said "didn't YOU wake me up?" I say "No" My friend said she felt me pat her as if to awake her but when she opened her eyes that I had turned my back to her as if to sleep again. I told her that I was still alseep and that I had not awaken her. AND I REALLY DIDNT!! I know I dont sleep talk or sleep move or anything like that.

The next early morning my friend had awaken before I did. I heard her talking so I woke up shortly after. Her little neice was up to. My friend told me that when she had awaken she saw her neice huddling behind the sofa all petrified and holding a broomstick. She had asked her neice what happened and her neice said that when she came out to use the bathroom (no one was awake yet) she saw an old lady floating and terrifying her so she got the broomstick to fend the lady off. Im not sure how it ended but i guess she got scared and went huddling behind the sofa and stayed there even after the old lady left. So sorry for the lil girl!

Sounds scary.  I can image a ghostly old lady flying around in my room.  If you're a Christian, pray.  Shamanism?  Get those seeds you get from the Hmong Store, crush 'em and spit at the thing. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Koua on September 18, 2008, 03:52:04 AM
Sounds scary.  I can image a ghostly old lady flying around in my room.  If you're a Christian, pray.  Shamanism?  Get those seeds you get from the Hmong Store, crush 'em and spit at the thing. 

HEHEHEHEH  ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on September 18, 2008, 05:22:39 AM
Koua,

It seems like you're pretty sensitive to the Spirit World.  Yunno, my older half brother kept hearing footsteps when he was younger.  This happened when they moved into a new house in Sacramento.  One night, he got up to get a cup of water when he heard footsteps behind him.  He thought it was one of the family member so he turned around to check but no one was there. The most distinct thing about the footsteps was that it sounded like someone was wearing flip flops.  Well the footsteps started to follow him and couple other family members around at night.  It got to the point where they all were scared to death.  My older brother was so scared and paranoid that he put a huge Hmong butcher knife under his pillow to fend off from whoever keep visiting him. I think they later found out that there was an old Hmong man that died in the house. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on September 18, 2008, 05:58:48 AM
^JACK_25, that is one creepy story...
But this actually happened to my dad's older brother, my uncle.
And it caused a lotta drama and it even sounds like its from a movie :X

So my dad's family used to be very rich and powerful back in Nong Het and my grandfather sent my uncle to study at Lycee University in Vientiane. But my uncle was dating this Hmong girl at the time and she was totally in love with my uncle. So they made promises to each other; My uncle asked her to wait for him and she said she truly loved him and would wait for him. My uncle also said that when he came back, he would marry her. So off he goes to university where he's enjoying college life and hooking up with tons of girls -_- In the meantime, the girl's parents are pressuring her to get married.
Of course she refused 'cus she loved my uncle oh so much. But quite some time passed and my uncle didn't return 'cus he was having too much fun playing around. She was heartbroken 'cus she knew he broke his promises to her and she hung herself from a tree.
More than 40 years later, her ghost came back to haunt him >_<
Will edit with that part later.

Yes, Laos Ghost Stories tend to be scarier. Perhaps so many of us (from the younger generation) don't have experiences living in Laos and may tend to have more imaginations when thinking about it. Whatever it is, I do think Laos Ghost Stories are the best.  Take this one for example...one of my uncle, who was a pimp in his day decided to go out to one of the neighboring village to sneak a peak at the village hotties through the bamboo walls.  He took off with one of his cousin, but he didn't show up when it was time to go.  His cousin thought that he "struck gold" so left without him.  When it was past midnight, my uncle made his way back home.  The moon was up so there was enough light for him to see the trail.  As he was walking to an intersection of the trail, he looked ahead and saw a Hmong girl standing by the intersection.  She looked beautiful and was actually smiling at him.  He called out to her and was very excited and surprised to meet someone--especially a woman alone, so late at night.  She didn't answer him at all but just smiled and pointed her finger to the village that he just walked back from.  Suddenly, fear started to grip him and he started to wonder if this lady is a ghost or a witch.  He looked at her again and then started to scream when he smelled the rotten stench that was coming from her.  He ran and scream all the way past a couple villages (waking everyone up) before he arrived back at his.  Our grandpa came out and ask my uncle what the hell is wrong with him?  He told the story to my grandfather and the rest of the family members on what he encountered.  Another of my uncle became really pale and said that the intersection was where they buried a girl that committed suicide (overdose on opium) when she couldn't marry the guy she loved.  Everybody said that my "Pimp" uncle never went out late at night again and he decided it was time to settle down.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on September 18, 2008, 04:54:11 PM
wow!scary stories..
i wouldn't read it when
im home alone though..
ME GET SCARED EASYY..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on September 23, 2008, 03:42:48 AM
Last time I read ghost stories online, I slept with the lights on all night.   :-[

ME TOO!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on September 23, 2008, 03:51:30 AM
Some months ago, my man told me over the phone that he was sitting or laying on his bed at night, ready to sleep, when the bed starts to shake or vibrate a little and he felt pressure on his bed as if someone were walking or sitting on it. He even saw the bed go down a lil. And he once saw a "shadowy figure", as he put it, in his room (it coulda just been his big head...LOL jk..JK JK).  I was scared for him but he seem to be calm about it and still stayed and slept in there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on September 23, 2008, 03:53:40 AM
If I see a ghost in real life.  I'm gonna jump at it and say "RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"   >:(  (I'm not knocking on wood either)  FukK  this, I ain't living in fear!  I live to face them.  If I encounter a monster, I'll fight with all my might.  I'll make 'em mutha fukKaz die two lifetimes!   >:( >:( >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on September 23, 2008, 04:01:25 AM
If I see a ghost in real life.  I'm gonna jump at it and say "RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"   >:(  (I'm not knocking on wood either)  FukK  this, I ain't living in fear!  I live to face them.  If I encounter a monster, I'll fight with all my might.  I'll make 'em mutha fukKaz die two lifetimes!   >:( >:( >:(

Are you sure? I'm scared for you already.  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on September 23, 2008, 04:33:02 AM
Are you sure? I'm scared for you already.  :'(

I'm serious.  I'll spit at it, cuss at it, throw rocks, shoot it with dirty bullets, burn the place down....  I'll use every tactic and artifice of warfare I know.  I'll pray, call air support, call the cops, whatever I have it the moment, I'll use to my advantage.  But I ain't running away and leave my spirit/soul behind.  I'm not gonna die without a fight.  I'm not afraid, they thrive on fear.  I hate the thought of being scared and hopeless.

My last encounter was this one time I was sleeping.  In my dream, me and my Buddies were in a garage, we heard something on the other side of the wall.  One of my Friends said "what was that?"  --and I said "BOOO!"  We were making fun of it.  It was one of those dreams where you can control what happens.  ---Then in reality something got on top of me in bed.  (I WOKE up)  I fought it but I couldn't move.  I yelled for my younger brother 'cause he slept in the same room but as hard as I yelled, nothing came out.  Something had me by the legs and arms and embarrass to say but my balls too.  Then it let go.  Just like that, it was gone.  I got up, turned on the lights, grabbed my guns and closed the window.  I wasn't even scared.  I was just mad. (It was a lesson learned not to mess with them)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on September 23, 2008, 04:43:14 AM
I'm serious.  I'll spit at it, cuss at it, throw rocks, shoot it with dirty bullets, burn the place down....  I'll use every tactic and artifice of warfare I know.  I'll pray, call air support, call the cops, whatever I have it the moment, I'll use to my advantage.  But I ain't running away and leave my spirit/soul behind.  I'm not gonna die without a fight.  I'm not afraid, they thrive on fear.  I hate the thought of being scared and hopeless.

My last encounter was this one time I was sleeping.  In my dream, me and my Buddies were in a garage, we heard something on the other side of the wall and everyone was making fun of the noise.  It was one of those dreams where you can control what happens.  ---Then in reality something got on top of me in bed.  (I WOKE up)  I fought it but I couldn't move.  I yelled for my younger brother 'cause he slept in the same room but as hard as I yelled, nothing came out.  Something had me by the legs and arms and embarrass to say but my balls too.  Then it let go.  I got up, turned on the lights, grabbed my guns.  Ahaha...  (a lesson learned not to mess with them)

i can agree about them thriving on fear.
ive had those happen to me too...where i cant move...i dont understand it and why they do it though...after a while i got used to it and it was just annoying...now im ok.
but yea good luck tho...you should become a ghostbuster  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on September 23, 2008, 03:52:33 PM
Sitting in my office w/ the bright lights on, I still get shivers reading.  Keep em coming folks!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on September 23, 2008, 05:13:21 PM
i can agree about them thriving on fear.
ive had those happen to me too...where i cant move...i dont understand it and why they do it though...after a while i got used to it and it was just annoying...now im ok.
but yea good luck tho...you should become a ghostbuster  ;)

this is what one of my niece often does, she just lays there and let the ghost do whatever they want with her. it's best not to fight it. eventually, they'll be done and you can go back to sleep.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lisa.lee89 on September 26, 2008, 02:38:18 PM
I've never really had anything happen to me, and hopefully nothing doesnt. But I hear from old hmong ladies all the time tht you have to scream at them, make them terrified of you, show no fear. Take a broom stick for example and swing and yell and spit. Do whatever it is you can to show them that you aint scared and there aint no sh*t they can do bout it.

i know many ghost stories, but too many. When I'm not lazy, I'll be sure to share with all of you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hmong_HERO on October 01, 2008, 11:35:32 PM
Great stories, keep em coming!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DirtyhmonguyFTW on October 02, 2008, 04:16:29 PM
smoke crack u'll see everything!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on October 02, 2008, 08:47:20 PM
smoke crack u'll see everything!

True.

My man's bro in law smokes crack and at night he be saying that there are people walking in the backyard by the chicken coop.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Koua on October 02, 2008, 11:38:55 PM
wow
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 03, 2008, 12:07:44 AM
True.

My man's bro in law smokes crack and at night he be saying that there are people walking in the backyard by the chicken coop.

Tell him to try acid.  Then they'll be chasing him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: angelyang on October 04, 2008, 01:11:27 AM
you know with all this other ppl in the world with the sixth sense, well is it possible to have a seventh sense

this is my reason, i'm not going to claim that i have the sixth sense or anything but i know i have experince some
weird things in my life, like this one time when me and my uncle was walking home from this one store and it was
like 8 and in the fall season when it gets dark out earily. as we were on our way back home, we pasted this one
house that was surrounded by trees, all you could see is the whiteness of the house and the sidewalk up to the
house. i thought to myself not to look the way of the house and to keep on walking and as we past the house
i felt a hand came and lay right on my shoulder and as it touched me, my body went numb and got goosebumps all
over, but of not wanting to let "it" know that i sensed it, i just kept walking.

when i said the seventh sense, i ment like in your dreams wise. i remember the frist few weeks when we moved to
my house that i'm certainly living in now, i had some major nightmare or dreams of "pha txoogs", the one that i always
remember the one that had my sister in it, the dream itself went like this, i was sleeping like in real life and all of sudden
my sister came to the door and Knocked, and called out my name, but i didn't answer, so she said it again, and then....
all of the sudden the voice change and it was a very low pich, it said my name again, and it was when i freaken freak
me out, but for some reason i went out to check, and went to my sister and ask her if she came to my door, and she
said no. that dream was just one of the dreams i during those few weeks, until my dad gave me some sort of bracelet
and this one necklace to wore off the dreams, and it did in a way, now and then i would have dreams but it didn't
happen day after day like it use to be...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 04, 2008, 02:14:22 AM
Nice...  I wish my Pops gave me something like that.  I sleep with a samurai sword by my pillow.   :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on October 04, 2008, 03:05:36 PM
Speaking of Spookie Stuff, I have a friend that used to live in this old Victorian style house when she was only 6yrs old. She told me that her room was on the second floor and the only window in her room looked out on an old Oak Tree.  A few nights after they moved into the house, something woke her up in the middle of the night and she just had this urge to peek out her window.  She slowly walked over and looked down...to her horror and confusion, she saw a short troll like figure walking around the old Oak Tree! It was dressed in traditional Hmong clothings but the face was so pale that it actually glows in the moonlight.  This troll (or whatever it is) walked around the Oak Tree a couple more time before it stopped and stared up at her. She had a cold chill going up her spine and all the hairs on her neck stood up.  She said that it was as if it knew that she was up there. 
The next following day, she became really sick but was afraid to tell anyone. She said that after the first encounter, whenever she gets sick, she would often see this figure walking around the Oak Tree at night.  Finally after a few months, she told her parents and they were shocked that she never told them about this.  The hired an American to cut down the Oak Tree and she never saw the Troll again. 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 04, 2008, 03:47:58 PM
Speaking of Spookie Stuff, I have a friend that used to live in this old Victorian style house when she was only 6yrs old. She told me that her room was on the second floor and the only window in her room looked out on an old Oak Tree.  A few nights after they moved into the house, something woke her up in the middle of the night and she just had this urge to peek out her window.  She slowly walked over and looked down...to her horror and confusion, she saw a short troll like figure walking around the old Oak Tree! It was dressed in traditional Hmong clothings but the face was so pale that it actually glows in the moonlight.  This troll (or whatever it is) walked around the Oak Tree a couple more time before it stopped and stared up at her. She had a cold chill going up her spine and all the hairs on her neck stood up.  She said that it was as if it knew that she was up there. 
The next following day, she became really sick but was afraid to tell anyone. She said that after the first encounter, whenever she gets sick, she would often see this figure walking around the Oak Tree at night.  Finally after a few months, she told her parents and they were shocked that she never told them about this.  The hired an American to cut down the Oak Tree and she never saw the Troll again. 



I would've sniped that thing or climbed down the tree to play with him.  jk  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on October 04, 2008, 04:40:21 PM
Primitive men see things that aren't there. They know better but to not be viewed as an complete moron their defense mechanism tells them what they saw was a ghost. They started out knowing it was just the wind, or someone who was there that left; and they ended up with a ghost story out of boredom. Sometimes these lies go around so badly, believed so deeply, they continue to tell such lies for their own amusement (because there are many gullible people who'd believe em). Sad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 04, 2008, 06:46:28 PM
Primitive men see things that aren't there. They know better but to not be viewed as an complete moron their defense mechanism tells them what they saw was a ghost. They started out knowing it was just the wind, or someone who was there that left; and they ended up with a ghost story out of boredom. Sometimes these lies go around so badly, believed so deeply, they continue to tell such lies for their own amusement (because there are many gullible people who'd believe em). Sad.

Who are you speaking to directly? 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on October 04, 2008, 09:23:28 PM
Who are you speaking to directly? 
I'm making a comment about the topic in general. Some stories can be real, others are just the wind blowing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on October 04, 2008, 09:26:02 PM
you know with all this other ppl in the world with the sixth sense, well is it possible to have a seventh sense

this is my reason, i'm not going to claim that i have the sixth sense or anything but i know i have experince some
weird things in my life, like this one time when me and my uncle was walking home from this one store and it was
like 8 and in the fall season when it gets dark out earily. as we were on our way back home, we pasted this one
house that was surrounded by trees, all you could see is the whiteness of the house and the sidewalk up to the
house. i thought to myself not to look the way of the house and to keep on walking and as we past the house
i felt a hand came and lay right on my shoulder and as it touched me, my body went numb and got goosebumps all
over, but of not wanting to let "it" know that i sensed it, i just kept walking.

when i said the seventh sense, i ment like in your dreams wise. i remember the frist few weeks when we moved to
my house that i'm certainly living in now, i had some major nightmare or dreams of "pha txoogs", the one that i always
remember the one that had my sister in it, the dream itself went like this, i was sleeping like in real life and all of sudden
my sister came to the door and Knocked, and called out my name, but i didn't answer, so she said it again, and then....
all of the sudden the voice change and it was a very low pich, it said my name again, and it was when i freaken freak
me out, but for some reason i went out to check, and went to my sister and ask her if she came to my door, and she
said no. that dream was just one of the dreams i during those few weeks, until my dad gave me some sort of bracelet
and this one necklace to wore off the dreams, and it did in a way, now and then i would have dreams but it didn't
happen day after day like it use to be...
The term sixth sense is any sense beyond the normal five that we have (Hearing, Seeing, Smelling, Tasting, and Touching). Therefore what you are describing is a sixth sense, but honestly your experience sounds more like a dream.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on October 05, 2008, 10:30:16 PM
One time someone or something rang my door bell.  I went to open the door and there was no one there.  I told my step mom and she said the wires were crossed.  lol. 

you reminded me of the old houses we used to live. The first one, it seems like someone keep ringing the bell and running away. There was a little porch roof where the door was so we couldn't see since we lived upstairs. We open but there's no one there. It went on for a while. Then we moved to another house. The same thing happen. This time we live on the first floor and you could see who's at the door by looking out the window. The bell rang, we go and look, there's no one. While we waited to see who was going to come back and rang, it didn't rang... but once we get our butt off somewhere it rang. So it scared one of the old ladies who used to live w/ us. She burned red pepper and did some chanting. Everyone was coughing because the pepper was so strong. After that whatever was ringing the bell stop.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 05, 2008, 10:57:25 PM
you reminded me of the old houses we used to live. The first one, it seems like someone keep ringing the bell and running away. There was a little porch roof where the door was so we couldn't see since we lived upstairs. We open but there's no one there. It went on for a while. Then we moved to another house. The same thing happen. This time we live on the first floor and you could see who's at the door by looking out the window. The bell rang, we go and look, there's no one. While we waited to see who was going to come back and rang, it didn't rang... but once we get our butt off somewhere it rang. So it scared one of the old ladies who used to live w/ us. She burned red pepper and did some chanting. Everyone was coughing because the pepper was so strong. After that whatever was ringing the bell stop.

So perhaps someone was there but they were invisible.   ???  Funny thing is, I use to ring doorbells and run away as a kid.   ;D 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on October 06, 2008, 01:35:51 AM
So perhaps someone was there but they were invisible.   ???  Funny thing is, I use to ring doorbells and run away as a kid.   ;D 
;D

I knew there was an explanation for all these mysterious ghost stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on October 06, 2008, 06:42:12 PM
So perhaps someone was there but they were invisible.   ???  Funny thing is, I use to ring doorbells and run away as a kid.   ;D 

so you hate peppers?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 06, 2008, 07:58:00 PM
so you hate peppers?

No...  what's your point?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on October 06, 2008, 11:57:50 PM
I have another one; couple years back...

My man's brother and his gf (at the time) were hanging out at the park at night with a bunch of other friends. I don't think they were doing drugs or nothing cause he's not the type to do drugs. Well his gf started seeing.....she describes it as a bunch of ghost soilders all around them. And she became all paranoid and scared and at one point she even saw her bf as one of the soilder. But none of the other people there saw anythhing. They just thought she was crazy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Koua on October 07, 2008, 12:21:19 AM
I have another one; couple years back...

My man's brother and his gf (at the time) were hanging out at the park at night with a bunch of other friends. I don't think they were doing drugs or nothing cause he's not the type to do drugs. Well his gf started seeing.....she describes it as a bunch of ghost soilders all around them. And she became all paranoid and scared and at one point she even saw her bf as one of the soilder. But none of the other people there saw anythhing. They just thought she was crazy.


Hmmm.... wee are you from I heard this one too
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on October 07, 2008, 02:17:06 AM
Hmmm.... wee are you from I heard this one too

It happened in California. Its been some years ago.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on October 08, 2008, 06:07:01 AM
So perhaps someone was there but they were invisible.   ???  Funny thing is, I use to ring doorbells and run away as a kid.   ;D 

Speaking of hunted house story, one of my friend told me that when he was a small kid, they visited his uncle (mom's brother). His uncle was a Shaman and has an alter down in his basement.  Well the reason they visited his uncle was because his uncle has been sick for a while. One night, my friend couldn't fall asleep so he went to grab some water in the kitchen but heard cryings and yelling coming from the basement. He thought it was one of his cousins just staying up late to play down there. He decided to investigate and see what it was down there. When he went down the stairs, he saw an old shriveled woman and two small boys next to the alter. They look like they were scratching and eating some of the food set on it. He had never seen them before so he thought they were other relatives that were here to visit his sick uncle. He asked if they need anything but they kept ignoring him so he decided to go upstairs and went to bed.  He didn't think much of this until the next day when his mother told them that she had a dream about her dead mother and younger brothers who were crying for food.  He told the story to his mother about what he saw down in the basement and she was very scared. They went down to check the food on the alter and there were little scratches and bite marks all over them (all the children in the house knew never to touch the alter food).  Even thought his uncle was sick, his mom went and let his uncle know about her dream and what my friend saw. His uncle became really sad and said that due to his sickness, he wasn't able to performed his duties as a Shaman and the spirits were unpleased with it.   
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 08, 2008, 06:25:13 AM
Speaking of hunted house story, one of my friend told me that when he was a small kid, they visited his uncle (mom's brother). His uncle was a Shaman and has an alter down in his basement.  Well the reason they visited his uncle was because his uncle has been sick for a while. One night, my friend couldn't fall asleep so he went to grab some water in the kitchen but heard cryings and yelling coming from the basement. He thought it was one of his cousins just staying up late to play down there. He decided to investigate and see what it was down there. When he went down the stairs, he saw an old shriveled woman and two small boys next to the alter. They look like they were scratching and eating some of the food set on it. He had never seen them before so he thought they were other relatives that were here to visit his sick uncle. He asked if they need anything but they kept ignoring him so he decided to go upstairs and went to bed.  He didn't think much of this until the next day when his mother told them that she had a dream about her dead mother and younger brothers who were crying for food.  He told the story to his mother about what he saw down in the basement and she was very scared. They went down to check the food on the alter and there were little scratches and bite marks all over them (all the children in the house knew never to touch the alter food).  Even thought his uncle was sick, his mom went and let his uncle know about her dream and what my friend saw. His uncle became really sad and said that due to his sickness, he wasn't able to performed his duties as a Shaman and the spirits were unpleased with it.   

I wasn't scared by your story.  I think if it's family ghost then it's cool.  I've heard stories of very sick old folks...  My Dad said he saw a tiger roaming the backyard of one of our cousin's house at night.  I got a lot of ghost stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on October 08, 2008, 01:25:19 PM
I wasn't scared by your story.  I think if it's family ghost then it's cool.  I've heard stories of very sick old folks...  My Dad said he saw a tiger roaming the backyard of one of our cousin's house at night.  I got a lot of ghost stories.


Share your ghost stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 16, 2008, 01:20:33 AM
anybody heard of this one?

http://fairfieldproject.wikidot.com/tcho-tcho
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on October 16, 2008, 11:44:00 AM
There was this one incident when my  in-law moved to their new home and there was wide open grass waist high field next to their home. The first week they lived there the little kids figure they play tag in the field that one evening, it was the fall season where it starting to get dark really early...there were like oh 5 or 6 of them playing tag in the fields....when they first started playing it was fun, but later on when everyone was hiding and one was coming to find the other 5 or 4 brothers and sisters after counting to 20...there was a couple more heads coming out to play..the little kid was saying "HEY!you're not playing because i didn't see you here when we did the hand thingy"....the other kid just stared at him...and the other ones(ghost) runs every where..but the little kids brother and sisters were hiding haven't come out yet.....later on when they all came out because the little kid didn't want to play no more and when inside the house first...they asked the little kid why didn't the little kid come find them, the little kid said that he did tag them and found all of them and that's why he had came back inside house for a drink of water....which made them thinking...who's playing with them..and that night it was only 5 or 6 of them outside only...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on October 16, 2008, 01:48:10 PM
Great stories.. here mine

This happened last fall. I was sleeping and it was probably around 2-3 am when this happen. I was awaken by a girl voice whispering my name in my ear. As I woke up I saw this person sitting at the edge of my bed near my feet. I assume that it was my gf but then I started to realize that she didn't come over that night. She was wearing a black hood and all I can see was her long black hair under the hood. She was staring down at the floor. I was scared at first then I started to talk to her and ask her why she was here. She didn't reply, then I decided to touch her, no matter how much I try I couldnt reach her. I blink and she was gone. Then I realize what if she would of turn and look at me...still get the chills thinking about that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on October 16, 2008, 02:12:57 PM
Yes its pretty freaky but mines is worst....not telling cause i get chills just thinking about it.

yours are you just scaring yourself LMAO
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mud on October 21, 2008, 09:26:00 AM
My brother had a new born girl.  After three days "lawv huplig".  I walked into the kitchen.  The women were working.  I turned to my my brother's bedroom door.  I saw a young lady; tall and beautiful. She looked similar to my sister in-law but younger.  I was so sure I have seen all her sisters but then again I probably had not.  I wondered why she just stood there and not helping with the ladies.  Anyways, not my concerns.

Six months later, my sister in-law came visit; also she invited her older sister.  The moment I saw her older sister, the memory of seeing a young lady at the "huplig" came to mine.  They looked almost the same; only the young lady I saw earlier was a bit younger.  I knew then I have seen something I should not have.  Quietly I kept it to myself.

A week later, I was bbq with my brother.  I must had one to many drinks.  I asked him how many sisters his wife has.  He said one.  I said, "I do not know your wife's family but I bet you anything that she has two sisters.  And one passed away."  He disagreed.  We went inside and asked my sister in-law.  She said her younger sister passed away.

Strange huh!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mud on October 21, 2008, 10:44:00 AM
I was single and bought my first house.  It was an older 3 bedroom house with an unfinished basement. At the time I used to write ghost/love stories as a hobby.  Living in the house, I could feel a single spirit; especially when I'm in the basement.  I could feel the hair on the back of my neck telling me suff.  Since I was so into ghost stories, and mostly being me, that kind of stuff didn't bother me much.

One night, I started writing late and only finished a few pages.  It was 11 PM; late on Tuesday night.  I had to get up early tomorrow morning for work. I turned off the lights and went to bed.  Few hours later I woke up.  I felt like someone was watching me.  It didn't feel right.  I opened my eyes and looked around.  It was a dark, quiet and cold october night.  Only enough light from the streets lights to touch the room.   As I rolled my eyes toward the end of the bed, I saw a man in a marine uniform standing in the shadow.  He was staring at me as I was looking at him.  No conversations exchanged.  Didn't know why he let me see him; didn't care.  I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Many mornings later, I figured the house was initially his; and it was/is.  He probably came up to say hi to me in person.  It's sad to be an undying ghost within your own home.

I had one too many unwanted encounters with spirits.  Since I usually stay alone, my mom encourages me to stop writing.  It's nothing to be weird about but when I am so deep into my writings.  If I close my eyes, I can feel them; losing myself among the characters. 

I continue to feel a spiritual presence around me when I am alone.  I hope it's not my sole-mate; yeah that would be sad.

Since then, I moved out of that house.  Bought a new one, stopped writing and got myself a few dogs for companions.  Other than my bad hang-overs, now I am able to sleep through the nights.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Swordplay on October 21, 2008, 06:09:15 PM
I was single and bought my first house.  It was an older 3 bedroom house with an unfinished basement. At the time I used to write ghost/love stories as a hobby.  Living in the house, I could feel a single spirit; especially when I'm in the basement.  I could feel the hair on the back of my neck telling me suff.  Since I was so into ghost stories, and mostly being me, that kind of stuff didn't bother me much.

One night, I started writing late and only finished a few pages.  It was 11 PM; late on Tuesday night.  I had to get up early tomorrow morning for work. I turned off the lights and went to bed.  Few hours later I woke up.  I felt like someone was watching me.  It didn't feel right.  I opened my eyes and looked around.  It was a dark, quiet and cold october night.  Only enough light from the streets lights to touch the room.   As I rolled my eyes toward the end of the bed, I saw a man in a marine uniform standing in the shadow.  He was staring at me as I was looking at him.  No conversations exchanged.  Didn't know why he let me see him; didn't care.  I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

Many mornings later, I figured the house was initially his; and it was/is.  He probably came up to say hi to me in person.  It's sad to be an undying ghost within your own home.

I had one too many unwanted encounters with spirits.  Since I usually stay alone, my mom encourages me to stop writing.  It's nothing to be weird about but when I am so deep into my writings.  If I close my eyes, I can feel them; losing myself among the characters. 

I continue to feel a spiritual presence around me when I am alone.  I hope it's not my sole-mate; yeah that would be sad.

Since then, I moved out of that house.  Bought a new one, stopped writing and got myself a few dogs for companions.  Other than my bad hang-overs, now I am able to sleep through the nights.
Are you sure this isn't one of your stories you wrote? =P

Not bad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on October 24, 2008, 01:42:26 PM
I don't know how I would react, probably not as brave as some of you, and so i'm glad to be reading and not experiencing them.

I don't have any personal encounters and I hope to keep it this way :) :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on October 25, 2008, 04:30:54 PM
:X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on October 26, 2008, 03:03:42 PM
K, I guess I'll share a short story on this boring Saturday. 

TRUE STORY
A friend of mines shared the weird events that happened around the time of the death of his mother.  He worked second shift and he didn't get home until midnight.  During the weeks that his mother have been hospitalized up until her death and burial, everynight when he came home, he saw a big tiger sitting in front of his front door wagging its tail.  He was about to p.iss in his pants.  He didn't know what it'd to do him.  After a few encounters he wasn't scared anymore.  He just walked around it.  He thought it was his mom.  He saw that tiger everynight until after his mother's funeral.  After her burial, he never saw it anymore.

I know it sounds so unbelievable, but why would he say such a thing about his mother? :o

ANOTHER TRUE STORY - same lady
So after my friend's mother's death.  Just about a month later, his father wanted and started looking for a new companion. ::)  He met a new lady friend and received her picture.  He framed it right next to his deceased wife's picture.  In the middle of the night in the weee hours of the early morning, he woke up to use the restroom and he felt a push which knocked him down and he knocked out.  A couple hours later he finally gained conscious and made\ it to his bedroom.  By now, it was early morning and there was light through the window into the room.  He noticed right away that the picture of his new lady friend has been knocked down.  And he swore there was no way it could have been knocked down unless someone came in a did it and he swore it was still sitting there before he went to sleep because he was staring at the pictures before he went to bed.  So he really think it was his wife who knocked him and the picture of his girl friend down! :D 

Damn, his ex is such a hater.  If I died, I'd be happy if my SO moved on. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 27, 2008, 06:32:51 AM
Speaking of hunted house story, one of my friend told me that when he was a small kid, they visited his uncle (mom's brother). His uncle was a Shaman and has an alter down in his basement.  Well the reason they visited his uncle was because his uncle has been sick for a while. One night, my friend couldn't fall asleep so he went to grab some water in the kitchen but heard cryings and yelling coming from the basement. He thought it was one of his cousins just staying up late to play down there. He decided to investigate and see what it was down there. When he went down the stairs, he saw an old shriveled woman and two small boys next to the alter. They look like they were scratching and eating some of the food set on it. He had never seen them before so he thought they were other relatives that were here to visit his sick uncle. He asked if they need anything but they kept ignoring him so he decided to go upstairs and went to bed.  He didn't think much of this until the next day when his mother told them that she had a dream about her dead mother and younger brothers who were crying for food.  He told the story to his mother about what he saw down in the basement and she was very scared. They went down to check the food on the alter and there were little scratches and bite marks all over them (all the children in the house knew never to touch the alter food).  Even thought his uncle was sick, his mom went and let his uncle know about her dream and what my friend saw. His uncle became really sad and said that due to his sickness, he wasn't able to performed his duties as a Shaman and the spirits were unpleased with it.   

Okay this one gives me the fukkin creeps!!! Yikes!!! 

There are times when the dead or spirits isn't concealing themselves and we can see them.

It reminds me of that one movie called
"the eye", where the girl can see the dead and evil spirits.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 27, 2008, 07:41:12 AM
I have one, this happened many years back though, you jugde if it's the supernatural or just some sort of freak coincident.

This is about my mom's experience though...one night at around 2 am, she had a dream about an old lady relative of ours who's been dead for a while already.   In the dream, the old lady stopped by to visit my mom at the current apartment we were staying at.  It was a brief visit, the old lady just stopped by to tell my mom that she'd been really hungry for a while cause she didn't have anything to eat, while she was making her way to somewhere.   

I remembered when my mom woke up from the dream, she even mentioned a little to me about it, cause I was still up and watching T.V in the living room.  She felt really sad and bad for our old lady relative, so she thought she put some food in a little bow and do a little spirit calling for her to come to take the food.  She then opened our apartment door around 2 am with everyone living there sounding asleep already and placed the bowl of food just right outside of our door step onto the apartment hallway.  As she quitely called out to the old lady to come take the food,  the stairway entry door which was right next to our door opened immediately, as if someone was there and about to come in... but nobody enter then the door just let go and closed again.  My mom got really curious at the moment and thought it had to be just somebody or a person, so she quickly went after it to see who it was but there was nobody there nor was there any noise of footsteps going down the stairs either.  I remembered that's when my mom got spooked out, rushed back into our apartment and shut the door real quick saying, "oh my god I"m scared, something was just there!...it was her.

I think it's because my mom is a really generous and caring person towards others, that's why she's often visited by the dead.  That wasn't the only time she was visited by the dead.  She told me one time back in Laos, she had a dream in the middle of the night about a deceased male relative who came back to asked for a something.  She said when she woke up from the dream, there was a really strong foul smell just like dacaying human flesh that she was so scared and had to wake my dad up also...my dad also wittness the foul smell too.  But then the smell gradually went away after a little while. 

Get it?  Hmong people dying in Loas usually end up decaying and all smelly before the funeral is over and they are buried. :o

Damn, I have quite a few stories to tell...shall be back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on October 27, 2008, 03:14:49 PM
I think if you're a caring person then passed away relatives or loved ones will try to reach out to you.
I had a distant uncle who moved away and we only kept in touch via phone. Three years went by and then one night my father had a dream about this uncle. In the dream, the uncle came and said good bye to my father and told him to watch over his family. When my father woke up, he thought it was strange to have a curious like that out of nowhere. In the morning, we got a phone call that my uncle drowned in a boating accident.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 27, 2008, 08:37:56 PM
Ok another story. ;D

We have a cousin who died few years ago.  My mom went to visit him at the hospital the last evening of his death.  She cried to him and told him to not let go while he was in a state of coma.  Later that night, at around 1 or 2 am in the morning she was awaken by something brushing and flapping against her face.  At first she thought it was probably just our niece doing that to her who slept in the same room.  But then it happened again and this time she was sure it wasn't our niece.  She woked up turned on the light and also woke up my sister inlaw to see what was doing that to her.  They looked around and finally saw it cligging onto the closet door.  It was this really cute looking tiny black little bat.  He was't afraid of them and didn't try to fly away either, so they took him and put him inside of a plastic bag.  Then just a little while after, they received a phone called from the hospital that he had just finally passed away.  They kept the bat, my mom called me in the morning to go see the bat cause she believed it was our cousin coming to say goodbye to her/us for the last time.  My first question to her was, are you serious???  She replied very serious, we still have him, the Bat here, hurry come and see it before we let him go.  I drove and RUSHED over there and saw the little fur ball bat, it didn't even look real cause it was so tiny, not bigger than an inche long.  It look like a fake fur ball toy bat with two tiny little wings but it was very real.  It still wasn't trying to fly off,  it just lay still and kept breathing like a little baby sleeping.  Then we decided to set it outside by the door step to see if it will finally fly off.  I put it outside, and as I remembered I also told him that i'm setting him down there so he can be on his way.  I went back inside the house for like a minute and hurry back out to check on it cause I was sure it wouild still be there, but it was gone.

Through out the entire years ( around 15 years) of living in that house, there has never been any encounters with any single form or type of Bat what so ever, and never again after that one incident.

While in the process of getting ready for his funeral, My mom also had a dream about some scary looking strangers coming to visit her and telling her that she must get the message out to everyone to be sure that he received a proper and well care for funeral ceremony.

When ever I remembered about this incident that happened to us,  I usually will also think how unreal it is but it actually had happened.  And the question still lingers on even today, "did it really happened, and is it really what we thought of it to be or was it just a freak coincident?" :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on October 27, 2008, 09:02:13 PM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on October 29, 2008, 10:42:02 AM
OK, I heard this story from a college buddy and it still gives me the shivers. One night, my buddy was at his uncle's house playing card when this happened to one of the three uncles there. Him and two of his uncles were playing cards in the living room while the other uncle decided to call it early and went to bed. The bedroom was connected to the living room and the uncle who went to sleep didn't close the door because he still wanted to talk with the rest of them. After a while, the uncle that went to bed felt something crawling onto bed. He felt the pressure of someone slowly moving from his feet up to his chest. He knew there were no kids in the house and all the others were still playing cards from the sound of their conversation. He pretended he was still asleep but when the pressure of whatever it is on his bed reached his chest, he suddenly leaped up and threw his blanket over it. My buddy heard his uncle yelling, "Hurry up! I caught something on my bed! Help! Help! Help Me!"  They all dropped their cards and ran in for a look. His two other uncles went in and started pulling on the other corners of the blanket.  My buddy, being younger and less experience than his uncles, couldn't move from the doorway because he was so scared.  This is what he saw that scared him so much. The blanket was covering something, and it was moving underneath it, trying to escape. Whatever it was, it was desperate. My buddy said he heard the "thing" under the blanket screaming and yelling. It sounded like  a girl and the voice was a high pitched haunting voice. My buddy couldn't move an inch even though his uncles were telling him to grab one corner of the blanket...he froze in time and all he could focus on was the shape moving inside the blanket. After a while, his uncles couldn't hold on to the blanket any longer and my buddy saw something dashed out from under the blanket and it went right under the bed. He said that it looked like a human but was discolored.... it was greenish and blue. His uncles lifted the bed and couldn't find anything. After a while when things calmed down, uncle who was sleeping finally told them what he think it was. He said that back in Laos he had a girlfriend who he loved very much. They promised to always be together and it seems she's keeping her end of the bargain. It turned out that my buddy was the only one who didn't know about this but the other two uncles experienced things like this before.  What a way to ruined a card night huh?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on October 29, 2008, 10:52:39 AM
OK, I heard this story from a college buddy and it still gives me the shivers. One night, my buddy was at his uncle's house playing card when this happened to one of the three uncles there. Him and two of his uncles were playing cards in the living room while the other uncle decided to call it early and went to bed. The bedroom was connected to the living room and the uncle who went to sleep didn't close the door because he still wanted to talk with the rest of them. After a while, the uncle that went to bed felt something crawling onto bed. He felt the pressure of someone slowly moving from his feet up to his chest. He knew there were no kids in the house and all the others were still playing cards from the sound of their conversation. He pretended he was still asleep but when the pressure of whatever it is on his bed reached his chest, he suddenly leaped up and threw his blanket over it. My buddy heard his uncle yelling, "Hurry up! I caught something on my bed! Help! Help! Help Me!"  They all dropped their cards and ran in for a look. His two other uncles went in and started pulling on the other corners of the blanket.  My buddy, being younger and less experience than his uncles, couldn't move from the doorway because he was so scared.  This is what he saw that scared him so much. The blanket was covering something, and it was moving underneath it, trying to escape. Whatever it was, it was desperate. My buddy said he heard the "thing" under the blanket screaming and yelling. It sounded like  a girl and the voice was a high pitched haunting voice. My buddy couldn't move an inch even though his uncles were telling him to grab one corner of the blanket...he froze in time and all he could focus on was the shape moving inside the blanket. After a while, his uncles couldn't hold on to the blanket any longer and my buddy saw something dashed out from under the blanket and it went right under the bed. He said that it looked like a human but was discolored.... it was greenish and blue. His uncles lifted the bed and couldn't find anything. After a while when things calmed down, uncle who was sleeping finally told them what he think it was. He said that back in Laos he had a girlfriend who he loved very much. They promised to always be together and it seems she's keeping her end of the bargain. It turned out that my buddy was the only one who didn't know about this but the other two uncles experienced things like this before.  What a way to ruined a card night huh?

yep that totally ruined the poker game...LMAO
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DirtyhmonguyFTW on October 29, 2008, 12:46:30 PM
DAMN! THESE STORIES GIVES ME THE CHILLS EVEN WHEN PEOPLE IS AROUND ME OUUUU WEEEEE!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 29, 2008, 06:42:26 PM
Ok more story.

We have a cousin living in california he had already passed away a years back.  But just right before he pass away and was still in the hospital, one day his wife was about to go somewhere but had to come back inside the house to get something, she glanced into their bedroom because the door wasn't shut and saw him sitting on their bed, dressed in some hmong clothes.  She was so scared and quickly left the house again.  When he died, she said they dressed him in the same hmong clothes that she saw him in days earlier.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on October 29, 2008, 07:48:38 PM
Ok more story.

We have a cousin living in california he had already passed away a years back.  But just right before he pass away and was still in the hospital, one day his wife was about to go somewhere but had to come back inside the house to get something, she glanced into their bedroom because the door wasn't shut and saw him sitting on their bed, dressed in some hmong clothes.  She was so scared and quickly left the house again.  When he died, she said they dressed him in the same hmong clothes that she saw him in days earlier.


AAAAHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on October 30, 2008, 03:57:24 PM
Ok, well I put this story on here before but somehow it didn’t show up. So here it is again….
After college, couple of my Hmong college friends decided to have a Camping Trip to celebrate. There were 12 of us on this camping trip and I knew half the folks who were going. We headed up to a cabin camping site in northern MN…almost to the Canadian border.  When we got there it was around 5:00pm but we all decided to go for a little hike to stretch out our legs. After unpacking some of our gears and some food, we headed off into the wood. There was a hiking trail that was 4miles and we figured we’ll be back in time to cook dinner in no time. Needless to say, we didn’t know there was a thunderstorm that came through the area two weeks before and washed a couple of the trail signs. Instead of following the right trail, we actually follow a deer trail and lead us deeper into the wood.  It was getting dark and we decided that it’s probably easier if we stop and just spend the night there…besides it’ll be real camping just like back in Laos. Most of us brought blankets and food so it should fun just camping out like this.  We this one guy, I didn’t know him, pulled out a whole boiled chicken and thought it was funny if he could do something to get the girls attention (he was attracted to one of the gal in our group). So to our disbelief, he thought it was funny to call the Ancestors to come and eat the chicken with him. He said (in Hmong), “Oh grandmothers and grandfathers, please come a share this chicken with me. I know you’re hungry please come and have this chicken.† Well that just scared the SHITs out of everybody and some people got scared while others got really upset. I wasn’t a big believer in this so I just sat and observe from the side.
Needless to say, after the whole incident died down we all decided to grab some sleep. We decided to have two people up at all time just to make sure no wildlife would come and bother the group. The first shift was two guys and they just sat up and talk until it was pitch black. It was around 11:30am when they started to hear something strange coming from the trees next to our camp ground.  Whatever it was getting closer to the camp site and the two guys on guard where getting scared. At first, they thought it was a deer but as it got closer they realized there was two, not one figure. It was about 50 feet away when the two figures stopped and didn’t move anymore. One guy had a flashlight and decided to point at them to see what they are. (He told us later that he regretted flashing his light at the figures) What they saw, when they flashed at the figures were so horrifying and they both were so taken back by it. There were two Hmong kids in dirty ragged Hmong traditional clothing staring back at them! The weird noise that they heard was actually the bells that these kids wore around their necks. The scariest thing of all is that their eyes glowed green when the flashlight was on them. As soon as this happen, the two figures turned around and walked back into the darkness.
The two guys on guard were so scared and one even peed on himself. They were pretty smart so they decided that it was pointless waking up the others tonight so they both decided to stay up because they couldn’t fall asleep anymore.  The next morning around 600am, we all woke up and picked up all our gears and moved out. We finally found the way back to our cabin and that when the two guys on guard decided to tell everything. They told us exactly what they say. They said it was so scary and hunting that they couldn’t fall asleep and didn’t want to scare the rest of us (especially the females) so they decided to tell us now. Two of the females started to cry because they said that they had really bad dreams last night and felt that someone was walking on them and touching them the whole time they were asleep. They thought it was one of the guys playing a trick on them but everyone was asleep when they wake up to it. Most of us knew each other so we wouldn’t be doing stupid tricks like that when out in the woods. Anyways, a lot of the folks in the group blamed the guy what was waving his chicken around yesterday and one guy almost beat him up. We decided that it’s just better to go home and forget about this. So we packed up our gears and head out.
It was a short camping trip but the most memorable one I have so far.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: conscience on October 30, 2008, 04:47:57 PM
There goes that one guy's chance with the girl!...   ;D  Shouldn't have been so 'muaj plus'... hehe...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on October 30, 2008, 05:13:31 PM
Last night I couldn't sleep a wink thanks to some of you guys wonderful storytellings!  I kept imagining someone standing at the foot of the bed, crawling up on me, touching my hair in the middle of the night...my wondering mind at work in the dark!  Finally after some intense praying to calm my nerves...sleep came.


YES, I didn't have a good rest..BUT keep'em coming :) ;) ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 30, 2008, 06:32:00 PM
Ok, this one is about my experience.  I think I may have share it one time or another in here already but i'll do it again.

One time I slept over at my cousin's house, we all slept in the living room.  At around 1 or 2 am in the morning while everyone including me was asleep.  I was awaken by something, and felt it's presence in the room with us.  It felt like it was wondering around and observing us closely while we were sleeping.  When I came to and actually opened my eyes, I started to get the chills cause I notice the lights were out and my cousins were all asleep.  I started to wondering, then who the hell was still wondering around at this time and not asleep yet?  I didn't make any noise or movement, cause I still felt its presence there in the room, so I just rolled my eyes  around looking a few times.  I didn't see anything so I finally gasped and thought, ok there's nothing.  Then as I tried to shift my body and head to my right side, I saw him, the shadowy figure standing against the white wall.  He stood very still looking back at me, we both locked our stares at one another for like a good 4 to 5 seconds.  My heart started beating faster and faster, and at the same time I thought to myself, omg that's what woke me up!  The figure then turned and walked down into the basement.  I wanted to go nuts, and started screaming, everyone wake up!!!!!!  But I conjured up the nerve to just quickly pulled the blanket over my head and not make a sound.  Good thing I was sleeping in middle in btween my cousins otherwise, there would have been no way for me to go back to sleep had I been sleeping on the egde.  I would have been too afraid of him/her coming back after a little while.  Who knows he probably did, after I've gone back to sleep...yikes!

The next morning I told my cousins about it, they sort of laugh and weren't all that surprise.  They said, that thing you saw last night was probably what has been jumping on top of our sister in her room.  She been having nightmare for a while now, of somebody getting on top of her and paraylizing her.

So far I've only had eccounters with ghost and spirits in such ways, never have I seen one eye to eye where I can actually see every pores in their skins and every teeth they have.  I don't that'll ever happened, because they're are more just spirits and shadowy figures.  I don't think well ever see them standing there like another human being in full details.  It's always just a glimp or unclear image, leaving us to speculate.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 30, 2008, 06:58:49 PM
Here's one for a good laugh, but it's a true story.

This one hmong guy attended another hmong person's funeral at this american own funeral home, he must have been drinking or something and fell asleep all night there while everyone left for the night.  In the early morning, when the funeral home care taker came in to do some work, the hmong guy finally woke up and scared the living crap of out of that care taker guy.  He ran out the door and beyond haha!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 30, 2008, 07:10:09 PM
you sure it wasn't just a member in the house and it just looked that way because it was too dark?

Believe me, what I saw and experience wasn't anybody human that lives in that house.  Like I said, it was just a dark shadowy figure, about the size of a 12 or 13 year old, and nothing like an actual person standing there.  If it was just somebody in the house why would it quickly walk down into the basement at that time of the night, that would be crazy.  Besides those project home basements are creepy as hell, why would anyone want to do that in the middle of the night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madam-nikki on October 30, 2008, 09:32:56 PM
Talking about ghost stories.. you guys have to watch "The Eye 10" on youtube.. it's scary, but hella funni.. tell me what you think of it when your done ok
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on October 31, 2008, 03:45:31 PM
OK, here's one for Halloween...


I'm a second hand source on this one but the original source is good.
I have a distant uncle that did something in Laos and a spirit followed him throughout his whole adult life.
When the war was lost and everybody fled the country, he also fled with his family. One night, as they were walking on a trail they came upon a Hmong grave site. Instead of going around the grave, he decided to step over one and as soon as he did...somethin g knocked him down really hard.
The next day, he found some small footprint-like red bruises on his body. He didn't think much of it because he thought it was from the fall. After a while, whenever he found footprint-like bruises on him, people around him would comment that his breath really stinks....like rotten flesh. After a while, this phenomenon begins to occur more frequently and people around him were scared that he did something terrible to upset the spirits. Later in the Thai Refugee Camp, he told this story to the elders and they concluded that he angered the spirit of the grave when he stepped over it. The elders believed that the grave belonged to a baby or small child...hence the small footprint-like red bruises all over his body. Even in the US, from time to time, he would still fall over and find footprint-like bruises on his body, accompanied by the stench of rotten flesh breath.  One time, at a party, he was knocked down so hard that he was unconscious and they had to call an ambulance. When the doctors saw the footprint bruises on him...at first, they thought it was fake or somebody painted it on him...until further examination verified that it was actual bruises. The doctors were puzzled by his rotten stench breath and couldn't figure how he got it.

---Anyways, just food for thoughts for all the Hmong folks who may like to do silly stuff on Halloween

-Out-
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 01, 2008, 12:47:18 AM
OK, here's one for Halloween...


I'm a second hand source on this one but the original source is good.
I have a distant uncle that did something in Laos and a spirit followed him throughout his whole adult life.
When the war was lost and everybody fled the country, he also fled with his family. One night, as they were walking on a trail they came upon a Hmong grave site. Instead of going around the grave, he decided to step over one and as soon as he did...somethin g knocked him down really hard.
The next day, he found some small footprint-like red bruises on his body. He didn't think much of it because he thought it was from the fall. After a while, whenever he found footprint-like bruises on him, people around him would comment that his breath really stinks....like rotten flesh. After a while, this phenomenon begins to occur more frequently and people around him were scared that he did something terrible to upset the spirits. Later in the Thai Refugee Camp, he told this story to the elders and they concluded that he angered the spirit of the grave when he stepped over it. The elders believed that the grave belonged to a baby or small child...hence the small footprint-like red bruises all over his body. Even in the US, from time to time, he would still fall over and find footprint-like bruises on his body, accompanied by the stench of rotten flesh breath.  One time, at a party, he was knocked down so hard that he was unconscious and they had to call an ambulance. When the doctors saw the footprint bruises on him...at first, they thought it was fake or somebody painted it on him...until further examination verified that it was actual bruises. The doctors were puzzled by his rotten stench breath and couldn't figure how he got it.

---Anyways, just food for thoughts for all the Hmong folks who may like to do silly stuff on Halloween

-Out-


Sounds like a very bitter spirit still haunting him. 

Maybe he should have showed more respect to that child's gray and not walk all over it.  I would never do that somebody's grave, unless I'm asking for it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 01, 2008, 03:41:08 PM
Well Ladies  & Gents,

Here's a post Halloween ghost story for you all,

I went to a private college in MN for my undergrad and most of the dorm buildings are pretty ancient. There's rumors about a dorm that was hunted. One of my friend, a Hmong female student, stayed there and she experienced a lot of strange events. She told us the first strange event that happened there was when she and her roommate first moved in. After settling in and unpacked, her roommate went off to have dinner. My friend was staying in her room with the door prompted open and suddenly a little girl in a white dress just ran into her room and went straight into the closet. She thought it was very strange but thought the little girl was probably someone's sister or niece.  Finally after a few second, she went into the closet and asked the little girl to come out because her parents or big sister might be looking for her. My friend checked everywhere inside the closet and couldn’t find her.  The closet wasn't connected to any other rooms so she thought it was strange. She even went out to the hallway and asked if someone is missing a little girl. Weeks later, she told the story during a dorm meeting and the dorm RA (residence adviser) commented that supposedly this dorm was hunted. Some of the other ladies giggled about it but not my friend because she saw that little girl with her own eyes. Another thing that happened was that sometimes my friend's dresses would be on the floor when she walks back into her room. It looks like someone was trying it on and left them there on the floor. One time, it seems like someone even tried to iron one of her dresses for her!  She didn’t think her roommate would have done such a joke on her, her roommate was very respectful and she would never have touched my friend's personal belongings. Well needless to say, towards the end of the semester, other ladies in the dorm started to tell their own stories of weird events that happened to them. Someone did some historical research and found out that at one time, a house was built (by a very wealthy man) on the very same spot as the dorm and this wealthy man’s spoiled little daughter died from a epidemics that hit the area in the early 1900s. My friend requested for another different dorm building the very next semester.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on November 06, 2008, 08:16:31 PM
haunted. not hunted. ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 06, 2008, 10:56:39 PM
 :D SUP
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 06, 2008, 11:38:49 PM
The looking under your arm pit trick is a WOW way to peak into the other world. The O.G. said sometime you'll see not just the spirits but also their entire realm. Most of the people who dare themselves into the stunt only claim seeing the ghost because that's what they're focus on. During my uncle's prime as a powerful shaman before he pass, he described to me about dimensions, that when he's there it's a totally different place but is actually the very same location as here. To those who's curious and wanted to try, beware, for the wise also speaks of big unwanted surprises. Hint is to be cautious when attempting the dangerous technique, like a ninja. If they somehow knew that you're trying to spy on them, they'll wait for the time when you act and "BOO!". There's also the one when you can peak through between your legs, like pretending to tide your shoelace, but first be very careful.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 07, 2008, 01:37:35 AM
Hmong people! come on! no matter what, do not and I repeat especially to the young aggressive hip boys, do not pick up or even stop for hitchhiker(s). Especially the very pretty, beautiful, and/or handsome one(s), even in broad day light. I have continuously heard over too many episodes of these giving stranger(s) a ride events. My uncle, who I mention earlier with the looking under your armpit trick, for example before he became a shaman and when he was a young aggressive hip boy, told me about one of his encounter. He was traveling around the neighborhood one day driving his new low rider truck (very popular back in the '80s) when he came to a complete stop at a red light and out of nowhere these two young sexy white teenage girls just snatch open his passenger door and slip into the vehicle with him, in broad day light (yeah!, make sure to always lock your car doors even while driving especially in the ghetto). You've got to imagine, my uncle must be out of his mind in between the moment wondering "who, what, where, why, when" right?, well he did. And than he went "wow! my ride is a hardcore chick magnet, man!. I didn't even have to invite or offer them a ride, they just pop right in" and "not just one but two at the same time, it's like hitting two birds with one stone". The really hilarious thought about the whole situation is the fact that he just immediately accepted their accompany, could be the attraction of their appearance, maybe. He recall he didn't realize about the bad odor smell in his vehicle until he drop "dump" them off at their final destination across town that goosebumps started beginning to increase around his body too. My uncle said the conversation during the trip was so blur he couldn't remember anything other than the girls giving him direction where to go. Could be faith or luck but he finally pull up at a gas station for refill and that's where the weird illusion also happened. As my uncle was pumping away, the girls climb out from his truck, thank him and walk away. He was suddenly confuse if this was the location where they wanted to be or was because they've just lost interest in his low rider and/or him. In the nick of time he turn to put the pump up so he can hurry to welcome and/or question the girls, but as soon as he turn back around to said something, both of them were gone. My uncle has to be horrified telling me the story, it has to be bringing back unwanted memory to him because in a almost whisper breath voice before he finish the story, he said that the trip back home seem to be forever for him and the hair on his back just stay straight up the whole time and it feels as if the girls was still in the truck right next beside of him. He said he tell me this so I won't have to witness the bad experience for myself and that he does not want to experience it as a witness himself ever again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 08, 2008, 01:48:14 PM
The looking under your arm pit trick is a WOW way to peak into the other world. The O.G. said sometime you'll see not just the spirits but also their entire realm. Most of the people who dare themselves into the stunt only claim seeing the ghost because that's what they're focus on. During my uncle's prime as a powerful shaman before he pass, he described to me about dimensions, that when he's there it's a totally different place but is actually the very same location as here. To those who's curious and wanted to try, beware, for the wise also speaks of big unwanted surprises. Hint is to be cautious when attempting the dangerous technique, like a ninja. If they somehow knew that you're trying to spy on them, they'll wait for the time when you act and "BOO!". There's also the one when you can peak through between your legs, like pretending to tide your shoelace, but first be very careful.

I got another theory why people see spirits when looking under their armpits and between their legs. If you don’t wash/clean these areas, they’ll reek real badly and when you put your nose close to it, the stink will cause you to hallucinate. This is only a theory but a sound one…LOL.  (j/k) 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on November 09, 2008, 12:21:53 AM
the legendary littlefoot.   :o :o

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OelmVmz9Yag
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on November 09, 2008, 12:53:58 AM
Look a gnome.  I bet I can drop this fool with my M4.  LOL  I bet it would start doing backflips and cart wheels too.   ;D ;D

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/video/article307898.ece?channel=Sun+Exclusive&clipID=1347_SUN6787
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyLove on November 09, 2008, 09:31:02 AM
wow... good ghost stories... keep them coming....   :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 10, 2008, 11:47:19 PM
If that's what you believe? true! could be that a lot of the old originals back in those days at Thailand and Laos don't really wash themselves. And because they've tried the exercise and are probably spooked by it, afraid to go swimming, leading to even more stinking ghosts under the armpits and between their legs.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 10, 2008, 11:49:47 PM
What happened to all of the story tellers up in here? am I the only one? share your tales of cold chills.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on November 11, 2008, 12:19:47 AM
Hmong people! come on! no matter what, do not and I repeat especially to the young aggressive hip boys, do not pick up or even stop for hitchhiker(s). Especially the very pretty, beautiful, and/or handsome one(s), even in broad day light. I have continuously heard over too many episodes of these giving stranger(s) a ride events. My uncle, who I mention earlier with the looking under your armpit trick, for example before he became a shaman and when he was a young aggressive hip boy, told me about one of his encounter. He was traveling around the neighborhood one day driving his new low rider truck (very popular back in the '80s) when he came to a complete stop at a red light and out of nowhere these two young sexy white teenage girls just snatch open his passenger door and slip into the vehicle with him, in broad day light (yeah!, make sure to always lock your car doors even while driving especially in the ghetto). You've got to imagine, my uncle must be out of his mind in between the moment wondering "who, what, where, why, when" right?, well he did. And than he went "wow! my ride is a hardcore chick magnet, man!. I didn't even have to invite or offer them a ride, they just pop right in" and "not just one but two at the same time, it's like hitting two birds with one stone". The really hilarious thought about the whole situation is the fact that he just immediately accepted their accompany, could be the attraction of their appearance, maybe. He recall he didn't realize about the bad odor smell in his vehicle until he drop "dump" them off at their final destination across town that goosebumps started beginning to increase around his body too. My uncle said the conversation during the trip was so blur he couldn't remember anything other than the girls giving him direction where to go. Could be faith or luck but he finally pull up at a gas station for refill and that's where the weird illusion also happened. As my uncle was pumping away, the girls climb out from his truck, thank him and walk away. He was suddenly confuse if this was the location where they wanted to be or was because they've just lost interest in his low rider and/or him. In the nick of time he turn to put the pump up so he can hurry to welcome and/or question the girls, but as soon as he turn back around to said something, both of them were gone. My uncle has to be horrified telling me the story, it has to be bringing back unwanted memory to him because in a almost whisper breath voice before he finish the story, he said that the trip back home seem to be forever for him and the hair on his back just stay straight up the whole time and it feels as if the girls was still in the truck right next beside of him. He said he tell me this so I won't have to witness the bad experience for myself and that he does not want to experience it as a witness himself ever again.
Goodness. You people need to use some common sense and basic reasoning. Those girls probably just needed a ride and wanted to scram before your loser uncle stalked them. He like most people exaggerate things to make it sound interesting like "but it was an open field where would they disappear to?" (Uh, the Gas Station? Duh!)

People these days. ><

Shamans are mentally ill Hmong people, when they are "chosen" the only cure for their mental illness is to lie to them that they've been chosen by the Heavens. This way they won't be so mentally ill, it also takes away the shame of the family that had the mentally ill member. When shamans do their jingle bells, that's when they're hallucinating. So yeah, Hmong let their mentally ill hallucinate. Shamans can't wait to get patients because they like visiting their "friends" from the "other side".

When they "cure" people of people's "illnesses" all they're really doing is playing doctor, and being the gullible and fragile mentally ill persons they are, they're actually convinced that they're curing the person they're supposed to cure. And if the person they're curing was gullible enough to go to a shaman for help then they'll probably end up cured. Because the types of illnesses need curing are mostly "Oh I think there's a ghost following me" (which is actually the wind blowing that trashcan that he/she couldn't see because it was out of their line of sight).

The truth hurts.

You should have seen how Christians reacted when I told them Jesus isn't a god. They chased me with pitchforks and torches. I hid as one of them, never to be found.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 13, 2008, 02:26:52 AM
Hey here's a ghost story,

When I was a kid, I was at a Hmong funeral and was fixated by the Hmong "death drum" that they usually played there.
Well that night when we came home, I couldn't fall asleep. Somehow the beat and sound of the drum was so mesmerizing that
it kept me up all night. When I finally fall asleep, it was very early in the morning. When I was in that dreamy stage, I heard the
sound of the drum beating again...gettin g closer and louder and closer.....and then I felt like someone was crawling on me and it
scared that crap out of me. I screamed for my brother (who was sharing the bedroom with me) but he couldn't hear me.
I screamed for my mom but she couldn't hear me either. This thing was sitting on my chest and I couldn't breath in anymore.
It felt so cold and I was in a panic. I started to pray and as God to drive away this "evil spirit" and I kept praying and screaming.
I think the whole incident lasted only a minute but is seemed like forever. Finally when the drum sound and beat began to fade away
in the distant....was I able to get up. I was covered in sweats and that's when I was able to wake my brother up.
It still happens to me but not that dramatic anymore.

What a drum huh?  =)

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tub_nto_lus on November 13, 2008, 03:03:24 PM
here's one for you....

my dad is a pimp during his prime years (back in thailand)....even when he already married, he's still goes out to mess with girls...well, one night he was coming home from this one girl's house, he walked past the soccer field in Vinai camp. He saw two little girls still outside playing and laughing. So he stopped and was wondering who's little girls are still out in the middle of the night. He said it was close to midnight because that's when he comes home. So he approached the two little girls and said, "where are your parents, why are you still out playing in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid you might see ghosts (poj ntxog)? Where do you live, let me take you home." So the little girls stopped what they were doing, stood up and stared at him. Then they ran off. He said he didn't think of it much until he was almost home that the girls ran off in the direction where the graves would be. That scared him and he started his pace and before he knew it, he was running home. We always thought it was karma for cheating my mom.

But that wasn't enough to stop him. Another time he went to a different girls house too. As we came back home, he said it was from "xoom cuaj to xoom ob" and that when he got to the intersection, he saw someone sitting there with the head on there forearm and on their knees. He said all he could see was the hair down on the side. And she was dressed in hmong clothes. So he flashed his flashlight toward her and asked why is she still sitting there in the middle of the night? But it didn't move at all or bothered to look up at him. He was suspicious and looked around to see if there were people because he felt a cold chill and wanted to make sure that this figure was not some lady waiting for her boyfriend to go pee. When he looked back to where the lady was sitting, it was gone. He could see the dent in the grass as if someone was really sitting there. By now, all the hair on his neck rose up and he took off running home. He said he was so scared that whatever he knocked on his way home, he didn't feel it. He said that the next morning he went outside to see that he knocked down somebody's firewood and had bruises on his shin.

I thought he deserve it, it was kind funny all the while a bit scary too. Got some more to come...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on November 14, 2008, 11:27:07 AM
Around three months ago, my father went hunting for squirrels with some cousins.  Last year they found a hunting place where there were plenty of squirrels.  However, they noticed that no one was hunting in this area.  They thought maybe it was just their luck, so this year they went back to the same place.  This time though, strange things begin to happen.  My father would shoot a squirrel, and everyone would see the squirrel fall down, but when they went to the spot where the squirrel should have fallen down, nothing was there.  At night time, they would count four dead squirrels, and wake up in the morning to see five or six squirrels instead.  A little freaked out, but not enough, they decided to stay for another night.  This time, my father shot a squirrel, and when they went to pick it up, there were two squirrels instead of one.  This was the last straw so my father and my cousins decided to come home.  I don't believe they ever went back to that spot.

Anyways, the strangeness didn't stop there.  When my father brought home the squirrels, my mother would skin it, and clean everything out.  She'd put them in plastic bags and set them in the freezer.  Weeks later when she wanted to prepare a meal with the squirrel, she unraveled the squirrel, and to her horror, half of the squirrel was gone!  My mother said it was almost as if someone or something had torn and eaten half of the squirrel.  She then checked the other squirrels, and they too were in that condition.  There's no explanation to why this occurred.  We can't say it;'s frost bite because frost mite wouldn't make half a squirrel disappear.  No one had eaten the squirrel because it's only us kids in the house and we don't eat that stuff.

We decided to ua neeb rau kuv txiv.  Tus txiv neeb thiab li hais rau peb hais thiab my dad did not call out to our great grandfather and other ancestors when he and the cousins went out haunting.  My dad did not invite my ancestors to feast with him.  And so, the angry spirits decided to come and do that.  The txiv neeb said before my father eat, he must call out great grandfather and our other ancestors to eat. 

Now whenever my dad goes back to hunt, he always calls out for my great grandfather and our other ancestors.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on November 14, 2008, 11:32:35 AM
another hunting incidence:

My aunty's father have been hunting squirrels and deers for a long time now.  However, there was an incidence that he'll never forget.  He was alone by himself in the forest.  He saw two squirrels, and decided to aim for them.  He shot at them and saw that they had fallen down.  Just when he's about to walk towards the squirrels, he start to hear whimpering cries like those of babies and toddlers.  He decides to follow the noise.  (he's a txiv neeb so he's had a lot of supernatural events happening to him.)  The crying and whimpering went further away until it stopped at a river.  By this time, he figured that he had probably stepped onto a pog ntxoob? terroritory, and so the ghosts/spirits didn't have time to disappear, but rather they changed their forms into the squirrels.  When he shot at one, the others begin to cry. 

He left the place as quickly as possible, and did not go find the squirrel he had shot at.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tub_nto_lus on November 14, 2008, 04:22:19 PM
scary, glad I stopped hunting....her e's another one...

Just about 3 months ago, we kept having incidences at home. My brothers like to go fishing early early in the mornings because we live near a creek. Like the elders say, that's when you will run into a "poj ntxoog" or an evil spirit. So they would go fishing for every morning during fishing season. Well, a few days later something kept riding one of my brothers at night. It would fully wake him up but he can't move at all. He tries to scream and it sounded like someone was holding his mouth to stop him from screaming. My other brother who shared the same room heard and went to check up on him but saw nothing. So he rushed to turn on the lights and my brother was able to get up and move. He was afraid and didn't tell anybody.

The next day my brother who turned on the lights got his turn. He came home from work and saw a figure walked pass the hallway to another room. He thought my mom was there to visit, but when he followed to where the figure disappeared, no one was there. It turn out that no one else was home but him. He got scared and spent the night at my parents.

There was also another morning where my second younger brother saw a black figure come to lay in bed with him. My sis-in-law went to school at like 7 in the morning. Well, around 8, my brother saw a figure coming toward him. He was feel it sit on the bed and crawled over him to sleep on the other side of him. He thought it was his wife, so he didn't care and went to sleep. When he woke up, he was alone in his room. He asked my sis-in-law if she came back to get something because he saw her leave already. She said that she never came back to the room. I didn't believe it....I think it's just that they have been watching too many scary movies...or maybe just dreaming...

Afterwards, my dad was having bad dreams and they called a shaman to have him to do some jingle bell thing. He told my parents that when my brother went fishing, his spirit attracted the spirit of a girl by the creek and it followed him home. They had to make a fake doll to kick that girl spirit out. I guess I should have believed them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 14, 2008, 09:03:23 PM
This story is base on one of my uncle who'd planed a fishing trip with some of his friends for a good summer weekend, and/or but other wise. Him and four of his closest fellow employees decided to try this new fishing place they been hearing so much about from other coworkers. My uncle and one of his buddy arrive at the area first right after work on a Friday, the location is only about 30 minutes away from where he lived. They'd just set up their tents and was already catching stripe bass left and right with only minnows as bait. The other two friends finally make it there and started walking toward my uncle and his partner. "Hey guys, come over here" they was calling to him, "What? you guys come over here" my uncle called back. "We're just here to see how you guys were doing, we're going back home now, okay?". My uncle was startle, it didn't make sense to him "why well they drive all the way out here, than turn back and leave all of a sudden" he was thinking to himself. Especially because they all had also agree on this little vacation. "Why?" my uncle ask, "Oh, something else came up, we'll tell you guys about it on Monday". Well, my uncle and his buddy didn't think much of the incident, excitement took over their conscience. Later when they met, my uncle discover the truth. As soon as the other two friends arrived and started toward the shore, they saw two little girls standing in the middle of the river in front of my uncle and his buddy. They were calling them over but they were too into fishing. My uncle thought about it, and it must be the ancestors helping catching those fishes, because it didn't bother them in any other way.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 15, 2008, 02:30:21 AM
I don't know if this was just a nightmare or if it's real.  One time as I was about to fall alseep and was in dreamy state.   I heard loud pounding foot steps coming towards my room.  Right then I knew somebody or something scary was about to make it's way into my room.  I started to get real scared, because I've had nightmare experiences before and knew it wasn't going to be pleasant.  It turned out to be this little girly ghost, she was creepy and scary as hell with long hair.  she came in and lay right next to me in my bed.  I was on my side with my back towards her, she softly touched my face with her cold hand and asked, "you're having a hard time fall asleep ha?"  That's when I mustered all the power I had in me was able to break out and away from the situation and fully woke myself up.

It was so real, due to the fact that I was fully aware that I had to wake myself up from it.  And her hand, it was so real I could feel the coldness of it brushing along my face.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on November 15, 2008, 03:20:30 AM
I don't know if this was just a nightmare or if it's real.  One time as I was about to fall alseep and was in dreamy state.   I heard loud pounding foot steps coming towards my room.  Right then I knew somebody or something scary was about to make it's way into my room.  I started to get real scared, because I've had nightmare experiences before and knew it wasn't going to be pleasant.  It turned out to be this little girly ghost, she was creepy and scary as hell with long hair.  she came in and lay right next to me in my bed.  I was on my side with my back towards her, she softly touched my face with her cold hand and asked, "you're having a hard time fall asleep ha?"  That's when I mustered all the power I had in me was able to break out and away from the situation and fully woke myself up.

It was so real, due to the fact that I was fully aware that I had to wake myself up from it.  And her hand, it was so real I could feel the coldness of it brushing along my face.

That's why I sleep with the lights on.  Either dim or in the hall.  Plus sleep with a knife.  I happen to have a samurai sword instead and of course my heater with lights and lasers to clear erry dark corners of the house.   :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on November 15, 2008, 01:09:55 PM
the legendary littlefoot.   :o :o

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OelmVmz9Yag

wtf was that little shiet??  :o  :o thats frickin weird.

nvm

my lil sister said its just a person at a distant.   ;D  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 15, 2008, 10:01:37 PM
Back in the early '90s when Hmong people started their journey to North Carolina from all over the united states, claim their encounter with creatures similar like that somewhere along the way. One time, two young men was driving down from the Blue Ridge Parkway and came upon a hairy something sitting right in the middle of the road, around midnight time. They stop, high beam it and it just sat there with it's back toward them. The guys described it as very hairy and small, almost children like figure. For almost five minutes, finally it stood up and walked on two legs onto the side of the road and vanished into the dark woods. I'll be like "OH! HELL NO! Not living in North Carolina".
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 15, 2008, 10:11:44 PM
One family also claim seeing a big hairy human like creature near Blue Ridge too, while moving (driving their own car) to North Carolina from California. Just to think about it, they didn't encounter anything unusual during the whole journey until they enter the border of their final destination. Could be their beloved ancestor telling them "Don't go any farther, it's not good" or it could be the host of the North Carolina Blue Ridge Parkway welcoming their guests.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tub_nto_lus on November 17, 2008, 12:21:12 PM
Here's another thing that happened to my brother and our bor-in-law....They just gotten ther bow and arrow and wanted to go moose hunting. Well, when they got there, my bro needed to go to the bathroom. So he asked my bro-in-law to wait for him at this one spot. It was early in the morning too. My bro-in-law said that he saw my brother coming up and asking why he was still sitting there and not go deeper into the woods with my bro. He told my bro that he was waiting so they both can go in together. He said that my bro the walked into the woods. My bro-in-law got up to follow, but heard someone walking toward him. He waited to see who it was and it was my bro. He asked why my bro came back out, and didn't he just went into the woods. My bro was like, "I just got here. why?" So my bro-in-law was scared and told my bro he's not feeling so good and for them to go home. Afterwards, my bro asked what's wrong, and my bro-in-law said he saw my bro walked passed him into the woods already and then saw him coming from the car. They never went back to hunt in that area again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 19, 2008, 07:03:42 AM
I think we could have a huge Hmong Ghost Story Campfire. Just to hear the stories from the rest of you folks are great. Perhaps put a book together on all the crazy stories we heard in here? Anyways, here's one for the campfire...

Couple years ago, buddy was deer hunting w/ his uncles here in Minnesota. Well on this hunt, there was an old gentleman that came along. My buddy never met this guy before but for some reason, he was stuck with him. My buddy set up a tree stand on the edge of the wood, overlooking a cornfield. The old man came to my buddy's tree stand and said, "Son, I'm heading across the cornfield to the other side. There's a clump of tree there and that's where I'll set up my tree stand." My buddy told him that he'll make sure to tell the others in the hunting party where the old man is. Well my buddy watched the old man walked into the cornfield, and he could see the old man movement and directions from the way the corn stalks were moved as the he traveled to the other side. As my buddy was watching this, he saw this thing coming towards the old man out from nowhere. My buddy said it was huge because when it came, it was knocking down 4-5 rolls of corn stalks. Suddenly, the old man started to scream and fire his gun. My buddy said that he never heard a grown man scream so desperate before. He could see this thing moving closer and closer to the old man while the old man was firing away at it and running for his live. The old man finally reached the opposite side of the cornfield and started to scream for help. My buddy radioed his dad and uncles and they all came to grab the old man. None of them didn't say a word about this but told my buddy to take the old man home. It wasn't until later that he was told this old man is hunted by the ghost of his past love. In Laos, the old man drink blood w/ his love, promising to be with each other no matter what. Looks like his former love kept the promise and when she passed away in Laos...she still looking for him.

I'm so glad I didn't drink blood the other day w/ this one chick......... .............(j/k)   = )
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fish on November 19, 2008, 10:32:26 AM
Hmong people! come on! no matter what, do not and I repeat especially to the young aggressive hip boys, do not pick up or even stop for hitchhiker(s). Especially the very pretty, beautiful, and/or handsome one(s), even in broad day light. I have continuously heard over too many episodes of these giving stranger(s) a ride events. My uncle, who I mention earlier with the looking under your armpit trick, for example before he became a shaman and when he was a young aggressive hip boy, told me about one of his encounter. He was traveling around the neighborhood one day driving his new low rider truck (very popular back in the '80s) when he came to a complete stop at a red light and out of nowhere these two young sexy white teenage girls just snatch open his passenger door and slip into the vehicle with him, in broad day light (yeah!, make sure to always lock your car doors even while driving especially in the ghetto). You've got to imagine, my uncle must be out of his mind in between the moment wondering "who, what, where, why, when" right?, well he did. And than he went "wow! my ride is a hardcore chick magnet, man!. I didn't even have to invite or offer them a ride, they just pop right in" and "not just one but two at the same time, it's like hitting two birds with one stone". The really hilarious thought about the whole situation is the fact that he just immediately accepted their accompany, could be the attraction of their appearance, maybe. He recall he didn't realize about the bad odor smell in his vehicle until he drop "dump" them off at their final destination across town that goosebumps started beginning to increase around his body too. My uncle said the conversation during the trip was so blur he couldn't remember anything other than the girls giving him direction where to go. Could be faith or luck but he finally pull up at a gas station for refill and that's where the weird illusion also happened. As my uncle was pumping away, the girls climb out from his truck, thank him and walk away. He was suddenly confuse if this was the location where they wanted to be or was because they've just lost interest in his low rider and/or him. In the nick of time he turn to put the pump up so he can hurry to welcome and/or question the girls, but as soon as he turn back around to said something, both of them were gone. My uncle has to be horrified telling me the story, it has to be bringing back unwanted memory to him because in a almost whisper breath voice before he finish the story, he said that the trip back home seem to be forever for him and the hair on his back just stay straight up the whole time and it feels as if the girls was still in the truck right next beside of him. He said he tell me this so I won't have to witness the bad experience for myself and that he does not want to experience it as a witness himself ever again.

classic case of blue balls.  when a man is so turned on by two hot sexy women and didn't get to bang them, time runs forever and he'll usually have chills for hours. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on November 19, 2008, 11:03:37 AM
I think we could have a huge Hmong Ghost Story Campfire. Just to hear the stories from the rest of you folks are great. Perhaps put a book together on all the crazy stories we heard in here? Anyways, here's one for the campfire...

Couple years ago, buddy was deer hunting w/ his uncles here in Minnesota. Well on this hunt, there was an old gentleman that came along. My buddy never met this guy before but for some reason, he was stuck with him. My buddy set up a tree stand on the edge of the wood, overlooking a cornfield. The old man came to my buddy's tree stand and said, "Son, I'm heading across the cornfield to the other side. There's a clump of tree there and that's where I'll set up my tree stand." My buddy told him that he'll make sure to tell the others in the hunting party where the old man is. Well my buddy watched the old man walked into the cornfield, and he could see the old man movement and directions from the way the corn stalks were moved as the he traveled to the other side. As my buddy was watching this, he saw this thing coming towards the old man out from nowhere. My buddy said it was huge because when it came, it was knocking down 4-5 rolls of corn stalks. Suddenly, the old man started to scream and fire his gun. My buddy said that he never heard a grown man scream so desperate before. He could see this thing moving closer and closer to the old man while the old man was firing away at it and running for his live. The old man finally reached the opposite side of the cornfield and started to scream for help. My buddy radioed his dad and uncles and they all came to grab the old man. None of them didn't say a word about this but told my buddy to take the old man home. It wasn't until later that he was told this old man is hunted by the ghost of his past love. In Laos, the old man drink blood w/ his love, promising to be with each other no matter what. Looks like his former love kept the promise and when she passed away in Laos...she still looking for him.

I'm so glad I didn't drink blood the other day w/ this one chick......... .............(j/k)   = )


........annnnn nnnnnnd your buddy didn't unload his firepower at this so-call thing? 

I had a lil cousin that drank blood with his little gang.  They're all dead.  Hella stupid!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 19, 2008, 11:24:54 AM
........annnnnnnnnnnd your buddy didn't unload his firepower at this so-call thing? 

I had a lil cousin that drank blood with his little gang.  They're all dead.  Hella stupid!


He didn't shot that thing because it was only deer hunting season. LOL
Naw, he was scared out of his mind so he froze also.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 19, 2008, 02:49:13 PM
Have any of you folks have dreams that you're shooting or trying to kill a monster/ghost/troll and no matter what you do, it keeps coming after you?
Yeah, last night, I had a dream I had my M-4 and I was shooting at this Hmong troll (pau txom) sorry I can't write in Hmong....it would scream...blood would come out and it would just get up and come after me. I soon ran out of ammo so I was clubbing that thing....it kept going down and I heard it's bones being crush but it would get up again...look at me with those black dark eyes....smile, then show it's fangs and try to come after me. luckily, my alarm ranged and that saved me. 

Make sure you have an bazooka if you ever dream of killing a "pau txom."

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 19, 2008, 05:52:06 PM
My mom told us my dad and one of his girlfriend back in Laos had drank each other's blood and swear to be together after death and for one to come after the other if one should die first.  Well guess what, my dad isn't around anymore...his sudden death surprised and shocked us all.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on November 20, 2008, 01:12:02 PM
yikes! I'm getting the chills  :-X  I'll share one...not scary, but creepy.


note:  this is why our parents always tells us "ntuj teb tag hmo, tsis txog mus ua ua si"


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on November 20, 2008, 01:16:09 PM
My mom told us my dad and one of his girlfriend back in Laos had drank each other's blood and swear to be together after death and for one to come after the other if one should die first.  Well guess what, my dad isn't around anymore...his sudden death surprised and shocked us all.

My nyab's dad and his ex-gf did that too.  She has passed on, but he's still alive. Every time he gets sick, he always see her b/c she comes back and visits him.  One time my nyab's sister was so fed up with it she screamed out "oh yeah, you think you're so fk'n bad...show yourself b*tch!"  All the electricity went out and they saw a white spirit lady silhouette on the TV. My nyab was yelling at her sister "you dont even wanna challenge the living, why would you challenge the dead you idiot!"

I don't know why, but her family got lots of scary stuff involving them. I could go on forever!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on November 20, 2008, 01:22:03 PM
you guys know those khau noog Hmong people give to the deceased to wear? My cousin's wife was telling us that during one of the Michigan funerals, a lady went to use the bathroom. She was in there by herself and just so happened to look under the stall next to her, that "person" was wearing one of those shoes. eeeeeeeeeekkkk!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on November 20, 2008, 02:32:25 PM
you guys know those khau noog Hmong people give to the deceased to wear? My cousin's wife was telling us that during one of the Michigan funerals, a lady went to use the bathroom. She was in there by herself and just so happened to look under the stall next to her, that "person" was wearing one of those shoes. eeeeeeeeeekkkk!
That's a pretty good idea, I'll buy some and do that at a funeral some time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on November 20, 2008, 02:45:12 PM
That's a pretty good idea, I'll buy some and do that at a funeral some time.

sure thing, just make sure the jokes not on you  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on November 20, 2008, 06:25:15 PM
sure thing, just make sure the jokes not on you  ;D
I'm not superstitious, I've cursed God and the Devil. I've dug out graves for loot.

I'm still a rich man.

=P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 21, 2008, 04:24:49 PM
you guys know those khau noog Hmong people give to the deceased to wear? My cousin's wife was telling us that during one of the Michigan funerals, a lady went to use the bathroom. She was in there by herself and just so happened to look under the stall next to her, that "person" was wearing one of those shoes. eeeeeeeeeekkkk!

my mom bought a pair of these shoes for my grandma way before she passed. she stuck them in a bag and every time i came across the shoes, i'd get creeped out and get scared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 22, 2008, 10:49:16 AM
you guys know those khau noog Hmong people give to the deceased to wear? My cousin's wife was telling us that during one of the Michigan funerals, a lady went to use the bathroom. She was in there by herself and just so happened to look under the stall next to her, that "person" was wearing one of those shoes. eeeeeeeeeekkkk!


Those shoes are creepy and scary looking as hell....but if think about the magical powers it can offer to the dead it's actually a beautiful thing.  It's has magical powers that allowed the dead to fly and guide them to places, that's how I  understand it.

 I wonder what one would dream of if he put on one of those pair shoe and go to sleep with it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on November 22, 2008, 05:12:30 PM
my mom bought a pair of these shoes for my grandma way before she passed. she stuck them in a bag and every time i came across the shoes, i'd get creeped out and get scared.

funny you mention that.  a long time ago, we were playing hide-n-seek. I happen to hide in my grandma's closet and saw those shoes hanging in there. I knew they were to be worn by the deceased so it freaked me out.  That night, I dreamt that someone was knocking on my bedroom door. I went to open it and saw no one, I looked down and those shoes were at the door.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on November 22, 2008, 05:14:39 PM

Those shoes are creepy and scary looking as hell....but if think about the magical powers it can offer to the dead it's actually a beautiful thing.  It's has magical powers that allowed the dead to fly and guide them to places, that's how I  understand it.

 I wonder what one would dream of if he put on one of those pair shoe and go to sleep with it?

They'd probably have lots of "regrets"  ;D   From my understanding, the shoes are also suppose to help them cross any rivers/creeks they may come across.  My cousin swore she won't be wearing one of those shoes when she dies. We told her we'd make sure we put some Crocs on her so she wouldn't get her feet wet when she crosses a river or creek haha.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fish on November 22, 2008, 05:33:19 PM
you guys know those khau noog Hmong people give to the deceased to wear? My cousin's wife was telling us that during one of the Michigan funerals, a lady went to use the bathroom. She was in there by herself and just so happened to look under the stall next to her, that "person" was wearing one of those shoes. eeeeeeeeeekkkk!

imagine the same scenario except the feet were suspended a few inches off the floor. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 22, 2008, 11:16:32 PM
Hmong women always put themselves in a bad position, I mean us guys, we go to the toilet together at a funeral home. Because we know what is waiting over there for that one moment up ahead. My grandpa told us kids that when he went to Fresno, three to five men goes in the restroom at once and still see weird things happening. There's no escape so if ever you get stuck in that situation, always ask somebody (someone you know) to stand right next on the other side of the thin wall while you unleash your incredible power.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fish on November 23, 2008, 06:58:51 PM
Hmong women always put themselves in a bad position, I mean us guys, we go to the toilet together at a funeral home. Because we know what is waiting over there for that one moment up ahead. My grandpa told us kids that when he went to Fresno, three to five men goes in the restroom at once and still see weird things happening. There's no escape so if ever you get stuck in that situation, always ask somebody (someone you know) to stand right next on the other side of the thin wall while you unleash your incredible power.

man, you men are more tais caus than women are when you have to go into the restroom in drove. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 23, 2008, 11:35:28 PM
You guys heard about Hmong people being banned from funeral homes because of the strong paranormal happening in them. Janitor be seeing Hmong people blowing flute and crying after everyone left the building.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 23, 2008, 11:53:15 PM
There's a story of a young Hmong man that use to work as a hearse driver (people who drive vehicle that carry dead body). One day he was driving a old white man's body to the cemetery, just like any other work day before. But that evening was not as usual, and his life has been change completely sent. It was all so quiet when all of a sudden he heard a mature voice from behind said "I told them I don't want to where this outfit, why don't they listen to me", he look up in the mirror and saw the guy sitting right up. The young man kept his eyes locked to the road trying to ignore and calm himself down from it, nothing else happened for the rest of the way. But when they open up the coffin at the grave site for a last farewell, the dude inside was naked and his clothes folded neatly beside him. Needless to said the young Hmong man told his parent, they did a shamen thing on him, and he quite. I heard it's a very good paying job, a lot of cash.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nruabsiab on November 25, 2008, 05:50:27 PM
Some months ago, my man told me over the phone that he was sitting or laying on his bed at night, ready to sleep, when the bed starts to shake or vibrate a little and he felt pressure on his bed as if someone were walking or sitting on it. He even saw the bed go down a lil. And he once saw a "shadowy figure", as he put it, in his room (it coulda just been his big head...LOL jk..JK JK).  I was scared for him but he seem to be calm about it and still stayed and slept in there.
hahaha.. for a second there, it reminded me of me.. one night i had my bed remote next to me... i turn and accidentially hit the button and it started to vibrate (it has a massager/vibrate to it).. anyways.. i tried pressing the buttons but it was dark, i don't know what i hit and my bed goes up and down and different mode of vibrates.. LOL.. finally I turned on the light and turn if off... LOL ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nruabsiab on November 25, 2008, 06:59:04 PM
K, I guess I'll share a short story on this boring Saturday. 

TRUE STORY
A friend of mines shared the weird events that happened around the time of the death of his mother.  He worked second shift and he didn't get home until midnight.  During the weeks that his mother have been hospitalized up until her death and burial, everynight when he came home, he saw a big tiger sitting in front of his front door wagging its tail.  He was about to p.iss in his pants.  He didn't know what it'd to do him.  After a few encounters he wasn't scared anymore.  He just walked around it.  He thought it was his mom.  He saw that tiger everynight until after his mother's funeral.  After her burial, he never saw it anymore.

I know it sounds so unbelievable, but why would he say such a thing about his mother? :o

ANOTHER TRUE STORY - same lady
So after my friend's mother's death.  Just about a month later, his father wanted and started looking for a new companion. ::)  He met a new lady friend and received her picture.  He framed it right next to his deceased wife's picture.  In the middle of the night in the weee hours of the early morning, he woke up to use the restroom and he felt a push which knocked him down and he knocked out.  A couple hours later he finally gained conscious and made\ it to his bedroom.  By now, it was early morning and there was light through the window into the room.  He noticed right away that the picture of his new lady friend has been knocked down.  And he swore there was no way it could have been knocked down unless someone came in a did it and he swore it was still sitting there before he went to sleep because he was staring at the pictures before he went to bed.  So he really think it was his wife who knocked him and the picture of his girl friend down! :D 

some hmong people has this.... tiger thingy in their family trees.... just ask the old folks and they will tell you which clan has what.. hehehe
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on November 26, 2008, 04:17:51 PM
^Hmong Lauj from Sam Neua :X

My father started getting the dab tsog a few months after my family moved into a new place.
He put the Hmong knife under his pillow and everything like that.
Sadly, it went on for a few more months until he finally put up the xwb kab.
Soon as he put it up, it stopped happening.
Everyone I've told this story to had said that he was supposed to have put it up as soon as we moved in.
But of course my father likes to do things his own way -_-

Ironically, nothing happened like that to my mom though.
According to her, its because she sleeps with cross necklaces that the spirits don't bother her :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on November 26, 2008, 06:54:58 PM
heres one that happened recently about a dab tsog or something. my mom told me that while she and my dad were sleeping one night she heard my dad making muffling noises as in struggling and she woke him up. He told her that something sat on him and grabbed his balls! geesh! what a horny ghost. anyway then one night my dad wasn't home and my mom slept on my dad's side of the bed and she got sat on too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on November 27, 2008, 11:54:29 PM
my husband told me lots of ghost stories he experience. It was really scary. I should have recorded his stories and post it but i forgot to. He said the P NYU Y was still happening in his younger days. He told stories of scary nights when he went to court girls across town.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 30, 2008, 02:29:54 PM
I'm not superstitious, I've cursed God and the Devil. I've dug out graves for loot.

I'm still a rich man.

=P

It's not about superstitious. ..it's about respect.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on November 30, 2008, 02:43:24 PM
hahaha.. for a second there, it reminded me of me.. one night i had my bed remote next to me... i turn and accidentially hit the button and it started to vibrate (it has a massager/vibrate to it).. anyways.. i tried pressing the buttons but it was dark, i don't know what i hit and my bed goes up and down and different mode of vibrates.. LOL.. finally I turned on the light and turn if off... LOL ;D

I knew a guy who was visited by something at night and it scared the hell out of him. He was sleeping on his bed and he felt a tremendous pressure on his chest. All the air where going out of his lungs but he couldn't breath in. He finally was able to open his eyes to see this huge creature sitting on him. He said it was so huge that it's head disappeared above the ceiling! It's hands grabbed his neck and started to choke him while the claws in its toes were digging into his chest. There were so much pain but he couldn't scream. His bed rocked back -n- forth for a long time and then he passed out. He woke up in the morning and there were scratches and claw marks all over his chest and neck. We nicknamed this demon/ghost "The Gorilla."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 30, 2008, 08:11:41 PM
Have you guys heard of the one when the mom died, and came back as an tiger into her family's house?. The kid saw her first and they've all got scared and started screaming, than when the dad came to see what was going on, the tiger shrink into a little white cat. They called a shaman over to observe it and the dude tell the white cat to go and don't come back because it's not the same anymore, that her kids won't recognize her and that they're afraid and for her to go find and start a new family of her own. He let the cat run outside, and they watch it ran twenty feet away into the nearby wood, it turn around and look at them as if saying good bye than transform back into a tiger and walk away into the darkness and disappear.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on December 01, 2008, 03:45:39 AM
my husband told me lots of ghost stories he experience. It was really scary. I should have recorded his stories and post it but i forgot to. He said the P NYU Y was still happening in his younger days. He told stories of scary nights when he went to court girls across town.

It's interesting how your husband tells you stories of his "courting days" and then added a few ghost stories to make them sound spooky.  ;)
A lot of my uncles who were courting girls in Laos tell us stories of the #1 Rule about meeting girls at night. The general rule is that if the girl is really pretty, out and about by herself, kinda strange, or smell kinda rotten....run away from her! Most likely she's a ghost. I think here in the US, most guys have a general rule about dating girls too. If she's more drawn to your bank account than you, ask you for your credit cards, always want to eat out, doesn't take you clubbing w/ her, and never introduce you to her friends....run away from her!   ;D

Anyways....the re's something alluring about a mysterious beautiful lady out there in the darkness
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on December 01, 2008, 02:28:14 PM
I had a dream last night that I caught a large black fish with shining stripes. It looked like a beta but was 28inches long and there was something mysterious and dark about it. I'm not a big believer in dreams but from a traditional Hmong stand point, does anyone in here have anything to add?
Thanks
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 02, 2008, 01:43:49 PM
I had a dream last night that I caught a large black fish with shining stripes. It looked like a beta but was 28inches long and there was something mysterious and dark about it. I'm not a big believer in dreams but from a traditional Hmong stand point, does anyone in here have anything to add?
Thanks

don't worry it is nothing to fear it is called " eating too much and dreaming too much" it is an old saying and it has a meaning but if you don't know this meaning i will tell you.  It means let the dream be, don't disturbed it.

Your dream has nothing to be afriad of, but if you dream about the same dream every time and it seems like you are living that dream then there is something unfinished that you have to take care of.

If you sleep in the forest and it is a very beautiful or bad day and all in a sudden when you sleep you dream that something is watching or something scary then be aware of the surroundings.  It might be your ancestor telling you to becareful or stay away from that place. Or simply the spirits living in that place doesn't welcome you there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on December 02, 2008, 07:50:46 PM
don't worry it is nothing to fear it is called " eating too much and dreaming too much" it is an old saying and it has a meaning but if you don't know this meaning i will tell you.  It means let the dream be, don't disturbed it.

Your dream has nothing to be afriad of, but if you dream about the same dream every time and it seems like you are living that dream then there is something unfinished that you have to take care of.

If you sleep in the forest and it is a very beautiful or bad day and all in a sudden when you sleep you dream that something is watching or something scary then be aware of the surroundings.  It might be your ancestor telling you to becareful or stay away from that place. Or simply the spirits living in that place doesn't welcome you there.

Yeah, I'll be sure to let you know if it keeps reoccuring...l ol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on December 04, 2008, 06:13:32 PM
(screams)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 04, 2008, 10:24:02 PM
There's a story about a young man who went on a camping trip with his friends for the first time. Later in the night he has to go pee so he got up while everyone was sleeping. When he unzip the tint door, he saw his dad standing right there in front of him looking down at him (his father pass away many years before). He quickly zip it back up and went to bed holding it in and not waking up anybody. He told his mom about the incident and she took him to see a shaman. The ghost doctor told them that the father was just looking out for him that night, and that the father doesn't want him sleeping outside like back in Laos and Thailand, that he should just stay in a comfort home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on December 05, 2008, 03:09:21 AM
I heard of a guy who went camping not long after one of his little nephew passed away. This was one of his favorite nephew and he really missed him. He was thinking of his nephew before he fell asleep in his tent. In the middle of the night, he heard some noises outside of his tent. He got a flash light and went out for a peak. He saw a little boy sitting with his back toward him, eating the scraps of meat and food that was in the campfire pit. He thought it was someone else's kid so told the kid not to pick at the food and he'll get the kid some food from the storage bin. The boy turned his head around and said, "But Uncle, I'm so hungry and no one has fed me in days!" He woke up, it was a dream but scared the shitt out of him. He went out and put a bowl of rice and meat off to the side for his passed away nephew.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 05, 2008, 04:07:03 PM
There are many stories that i know but i will tell one that my Grandma told me of how she lost her last son.
This was in thailand back in 1987, when i wasn't born yet. 
One day, my Grandma and his family were coming back from the farm and they decided to stop at the crossroad so they can put her baby boy on her oldest son.  My grandma she took her boy off of her back and gave it to her son's back without first putting the boy on the ground and while that was happening my granpa was walking first and he noticed baby footsteps like a just born baby with a bigger foot like a Poj Ntxooj walking and leaving footsteps on the ground heading in the crossroad direction.  My grandpa didn't think much, but what he was going to fnd out was terrifying.
When they got home my grandma's baby boy was crying for two days and his face was turning blue.  My uncle did NEEG and found out that a Poj Ntxoj has taken my little uncle and there is not way to get him back because his spirit was already gone.  So my grandma remebered that she forgot to put the baby on the ground before giving it to my uncle to carry and she had made a mistake because when you do that a poj ntxojj can intercept your kid and give you a dummy to replace his soul\.
My grandpa then remembered that he had saw little baby foot steps heading in the crossroad direction and it must have been his son.  They were so sad and mad at the same time.  Since then my grandma lossed her youngest son and his family in the dec. 24 of 2004 house fire in milwaukee, wi. Very sad for this great loving family.

I know alot about hmong culture and rituals so i will tell you guys some just case you guys don't know.
The worst place to rest is at a crossed road of crossed path because it is said that that is where the dead and the living travel and meet.  Also nomatter where you go, especially back in the day.  You cannot hand the baby on someone's back and give it to another's back directly because a poj ntooj can intercept it.  You are supposed to put the kid on the ground first and rest for like 5 min. before putting it on someone's back.
Also your mother or father will yield at you if you do this in america.
You cannot hand your kid to someone if you are standing on the inside of your door and handing it to someone on the outside door.  If there is a poj ntoox then they will intercept it through the door portal, so what you should do is take the kid out side and hand it to them or have they come inside and do it.  This is the reason OGs say even though your in a hurry to get the baby, come inside first and relax"  They don't want you to hand the baby through the door and give it to the spirits.
Ghosts are lonely so when they have the chance they will try to steal babies and other things.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wowsers on December 05, 2008, 04:59:01 PM


I know alot about hmong culture and rituals so i will tell you guys some just case you guys don't know.
The worst place to rest is at a crossed road of crossed path because it is said that that is where the dead and the living travel and meet.  Also nomatter where you go, especially back in the day.  You cannot hand the baby on someone's back and give it to another's back directly because a poj ntooj can intercept it.  You are supposed to put the kid on the ground first and rest for like 5 min. before putting it on someone's back.
Also your mother or father will yield at you if you do this in america.
You cannot hand your kid to someone if you are standing on the inside of your door and handing it to someone on the outside door.  If there is a poj ntoox then they will intercept it through the door portal, so what you should do is take the kid out side and hand it to them or have they come inside and do it.  This is the reason OGs say even though your in a hurry to get the baby, come inside first and relax"  They don't want you to hand the baby through the door and give it to the spirits.
Ghosts are lonely so when they have the chance they will try to steal babies and other things.


I have done this many times not knowing this... and my MIL has told me not to do it... she didn't give me any reasons.... thanks, now i know the meaning behind it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on December 05, 2008, 11:15:26 PM
Here's one that happened to my dad's baby brother a couple of years before my uncle passed away. This was back sometime in the late 90's as I can recall.

The story of my uncle and the events that happened to his family unfolds as they had moved into their new rental home close to downtown. Not long after they've moved in, strange things started happening and was noticed by my aunt as my uncle was never home. He's always out at his friends place and hardly comes home. My aunt would hear the sounds as if someone was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, pots and pans, etc. in the middle of the night. At first she didn't pay much attention to what was happening until one day, she and my little cousin was in the living room. My aunt was doing her embroidery while my little cousin was playing on the floor next to her.

While she was embroidering and from the corner of her eyes towards the kitchen, she could see that there was something there. There was a silhouette standing there in broad daylight in the kitchen starring at my aunt and my cousin. My aunt lift her head up and looked towards the kitchen where the silhouette was and noticed the similarity between the silhouette and my little cousin. Basically, the "thing" took on the form of my little cousin. My aunt couldn't believe what she was seeing and after looking at the kitchen turned and looked at my little cousin who at the time was still playing next to her. She then looked back at the silhouette, and it smiled back at her. She once again turned to make sure my cousin was still next to her. On the second take, the silhouette was gone. This was the first visual encounter that she had after hearing the dishes int he kitchen.

A couple of days later, she and my cousin were in the living room once again doing the same thing. This time my aunt had the radio on and listening to the local Hmong broadcasting station. She had the volume to where she was able to hear what was being transmitted over the air from the station. She was only a couple of feet away from the radio. While she was listening and doing her embroidery, the volume on the radio would turn up by itself. it would get to the point where it was deafening, and she had to go turn it down. As soon as she went and turned it down and came back to her seat, the volume would start adjusting louder again. This happened a couple of times, so she decided to unplug the radio. Keep in mind that by this time, she knew exactly what is happening and was afraid.

She called my uncle and explained to him what has been happening and for my uncle to come home. He brushed it off and took his time to come home. The clanging of dishes went on for a couple more nights. My aunt was scare out of her wits by this time. My uncle decided to call the shaman to come over and do his thing. Now keep in mind that the outfit of the shaman is traditional Hmong clothing. The "siv" is worn to hold the pant on. On top of the "siv" most men would wear a belt as a secondary mean to hold the pant up. While the shaman was jingling away, and he was on "the horse" his bench jumping up and down, his pant came off. The "siv" and his belt was still on his waist, but his pant just fell off as if though someone pulled it right off. The shaman quickly quit what he was doing and left.

These strange things kept on happening for another month or so and still my uncle wouldn't believe that there was something going on. He'd always brushed off what my aunt was telling him, UNTIL one particular day where he was having a toothache. That night while everyone was in bed and asleep, he heard and saw something that would make him believe everything that my aunt was telling him. That night after everyone was asleep, he heard some turned the water in the bathtub on. the light in the hallway was off, but the light in the bathroom was on, and he can see what little light that made it to their room. This was approximately 2-3 in the morning. He got up and thought it was my other cousin who had come home from going out. My uncle went to my cousin's room to see if it was him and to his surprise, my cousin wasn't even in the bedroom.

Seeing that my cousin wasn't in his room, my uncle was questioning the sound from the bathroom. As he was walking to the bathroom, he could hear as though someone was playing in the tub full of water. When he reached the bathroom, the light was on, the door was open, and the water was still running in the bathtub making it more than half-way full already. He stood at the door motionless and scared. He looked down on the floor and saw a set of human-like wet foot prints as though someone had just gotten out of the shower and stepped on the floor. He reached over and turn off the water and turned off the light and rushed as quickly as he can back to their room.

The next morning, he told my aunt what he encountered the night before. My aunt didn't even have to ask him to look for another place. That same day, he went and started looking for another place.

While they were packing up their stuff and moving, the landlord came by to give them back their deposit. My uncle had my cousin asked the landlord as to who was living their before they moved in. The landlord told them that the house belonged to his mother. His mother died in that house and wasn't found until almost 1 week later. When they found her, she was partially decayed already, and so he fixed up the house a bit and rented to my uncle.

It's kinda long, but this was what happened to my uncle. Now that my uncle, my aunt and my cousin had all passed away. I figured I share their experience with everyone here...NO this event was not the cause of their deaths. Each died of natural causes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on December 05, 2008, 11:28:23 PM
scary stories you people got.  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 07, 2008, 01:22:00 PM
There are many good rituals but there is also one good ritual that is bad for others and good for the people doing the ritual.
In hmong i forgot what we called it, but in english we call it "retracing soul calling"

When my grandma was 9 months prenagnt and was about to have her kid, she felt something was wrong.  Everyone was out of the house and my grandma was the only one so she gave birth to her son.  What she saw would change her life.  When her son came out it was dead and his face was white and skin was puff and it was like he got a hot water burn.  My grandma immediately knew that someone somewhere did the ritual "Trace and bring back the soul" and took her son's soul back to the sick living person.  My grandma was very upset. So she learned the ritual herself and used it through out her life.  This Ritual is forbbiden by the heavens.  My grandma told me this ritual is rather defined as calling your soul back to you and will eventually kill the other person with your soul living in it.
She said who ever does this, only Yawg Sau will judge them when they get to heaven.
..
let me explain how this works.

You are sick and not feeling well and your face is pale like you have no soul.  Just like Bart simpson when he had no soul, but usually that person is sick and has yellow ear.  So someone calls an elder who knows hmong rituals or shaman to perform a small ritual to see what really happen.  If the shaman tells you that your soul has move on and recarnated to another baby or an already born person then they will perform this ritual. This ritual goes like this.
If your  soul have recarnated into an unborn baby boy that is still in the mom's pouch then the baby will be born dead because the soul is being call to go back into the originator's body, the living sick person.  The baby will have no soul and die when comes out but face and body will look like a boil burn.  This will cure the sick person because his wandered soul came back to him.

If the sick person's soul have been reborn then it is too late, the sick person will have no soul and will eventually die.  My grandma told me that sometimes,
people get sick because their soul is hurt or had a broken heart and wandered off to start a new life.  She said sometimes people's soul will leave at an early age and start a new life and the person would not know it until 5-20 yrs later.  By then his soul had already grown up and had kids, so the ritual won't work anymore.

 :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on December 07, 2008, 05:14:24 PM


I know alot about hmong culture and rituals so i will tell you guys some just case you guys don't know.
The worst place to rest is at a crossed road of crossed path because it is said that that is where the dead and the living travel and meet.  Also nomatter where you go, especially back in the day.  You cannot hand the baby on someone's back and give it to another's back directly because a poj ntooj can intercept it.  You are supposed to put the kid on the ground first and rest for like 5 min. before putting it on someone's back.
Also your mother or father will yield at you if you do this in america.
You cannot hand your kid to someone if you are standing on the inside of your door and handing it to someone on the outside door.  If there is a poj ntoox then they will intercept it through the door portal, so what you should do is take the kid out side and hand it to them or have they come inside and do it.  This is the reason OGs say even though your in a hurry to get the baby, come inside first and relax"  They don't want you to hand the baby through the door and give it to the spirits.
Ghosts are lonely so when they have the chance they will try to steal babies and other things.


there's also the one about saying that a child is beautiful/handsome/cute. if poj ntxoog or zaj hnov, they will come take your child away. that's why a lot of times you will hear OGs say to babies "cas yuav mus phem quav ua luaj li os"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on December 07, 2008, 10:31:36 PM
this might be way off topic, but I wonder if that's another reason for still born babies
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on December 07, 2008, 11:49:34 PM
There are many good rituals but there is also one good ritual that is bad for others and good for the people doing the ritual.
In hmong i forgot what we called it, but in english we call it "retracing soul calling"

When my grandma was 9 months prenagnt and was about to have her kid, she felt something was wrong.  Everyone was out of the house and my grandma was the only one so she gave birth to her son.  What she saw would change her life.  When her son came out it was dead and his face was white and skin was puff and it was like he got a hot water burn.  My grandma immediately knew that someone somewhere did the ritual "Trace and bring back the soul" and took her son's soul back to the sick living person.  My grandma was very upset. So she learned the ritual herself and used it through out her life.  This Ritual is forbbiden by the heavens.  My grandma told me this ritual is rather defined as calling your soul back to you and will eventually kill the other person with your soul living in it.
She said who ever does this, only Yawg Sau will judge them when they get to heaven.
..
let me explain how this works.

You are sick and not feeling well and your face is pale like you have no soul.  Just like Bart simpson when he has no soul, but usually that person is sick and has yellow ear.  So someone calls an elder who knows hmong rituals or shaman to perform a small ritual to see what really happen.  If the shaman tells you that your soul has move on and recarnated to another baby or already born person then they will perform this ritual. This ritual goes like this.
If your  soul have recarnated into an unborn baby boy that is still in the mom's pouch then the baby will be born dead because the soul is being call to go back into the originator's body, the living sick person.  The baby will have no soul and die when comes out but face and body will look like a boil burn.  This will cure the sick person because his wandered soul called back to him.

If the sick person's soul have been reborn then it is too late, the sick person will have no soul and will eventually die.  My grandma told me that sometimes,
people get sick because their soul is hurt or had a broken heart and wandered off to start a new life.  She said sometimes people's soul will leave at an early age and start a new life and the person would not know it until 5-20 yrs later.  By then his soul had already grown up and had kids, so the ritual won't work anymore.

 :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(
This is pretty interesting.

PS - They spell it Yawm Saub
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 08, 2008, 09:45:40 AM
This is pretty interesting.

PS - They spell it Yawm Saub


thanks man..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 08, 2008, 09:53:10 AM
In Hmong, we just call it hu plig.

I didn't know that it works that way. But thanks. That makes so much sense.

Yes my friend, this is smiliar to Hu Plig, but also very different.  Hu plig is only used for people who have been scared and the ritual i'm talking about it a different ball game.  If i remembered it well, it is call "Hu plig Qu txia" instead of lossed soul, this actually go way deeper then that.  There are two divisions to this ritual. the second or last stag is when you open up the boil egg and if the egg has tissues looking like veins then the person has already started a new life, but if not then it will return.  This is the reason why sometimes you will see or hear your cousins in thailand say that they have lossed unborn childs.
Reporter you are still very correct, thanks.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on December 08, 2008, 11:11:30 PM
babieboitj... nice information yet scary too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on December 08, 2008, 11:12:17 PM
this might be way off topic, but I wonder if that's another reason for still born babies

but meeka people don't know how to do the ritual... so if a meeka/kaydoo/mexico/etc have a stillborn, what does it mean then?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on December 09, 2008, 09:55:04 AM
No but I do have a friend of mines who she pom dab all the times. The college that I am attending right now have a office called High School Upward Bound which they tore the buiding down because the owner died there. So they tore it down and rebuilt it into a funeral home, then after several years they changed it into an office to be connected with the school. SO one time my friend and 2 of our other friends went upstair to wait for an instructor and she happen to see the old white dude walking around the office with his feet not touching the grounds at all.. They got scared and ran away but as they ran away the dude was waiting for them at the stairway already.. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 09, 2008, 11:13:41 AM
No but I do have a friend of mines who she pom dab all the times. The college that I am attending right now have a office called High School Upward Bound which they tore the buiding down because the owner died there. So they tore it down and rebuilt it into a funeral home, then after several years they changed it into an office to be connected with the school. SO one time my friend and 2 of our other friends went upstair to wait for an instructor and she happen to see the old white dude walking around the office with his feet not touching the grounds at all.. They got scared and ran away but as they ran away the dude was waiting for them at the stairway already.. :o

go on and what happen next?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on December 09, 2008, 11:21:14 AM
There are many good rituals but there is also one good ritual that is bad for others and good for the people doing the ritual.
In hmong i forgot what we called it, but in english we call it "retracing soul calling"

When my grandma was 9 months prenagnt and was about to have her kid, she felt something was wrong.  Everyone was out of the house and my grandma was the only one so she gave birth to her son.  What she saw would change her life.  When her son came out it was dead and his face was white and skin was puff and it was like he got a hot water burn.  My grandma immediately knew that someone somewhere did the ritual "Trace and bring back the soul" and took her son's soul back to the sick living person.  My grandma was very upset. So she learned the ritual herself and used it through out her life.  This Ritual is forbbiden by the heavens.  My grandma told me this ritual is rather defined as calling your soul back to you and will eventually kill the other person with your soul living in it.
She said who ever does this, only Yawg Sau will judge them when they get to heaven.
..
let me explain how this works.

You are sick and not feeling well and your face is pale like you have no soul.  Just like Bart simpson when he had no soul, but usually that person is sick and has yellow ear.  So someone calls an elder who knows hmong rituals or shaman to perform a small ritual to see what really happen.  If the shaman tells you that your soul has move on and recarnated to another baby or an already born person then they will perform this ritual. This ritual goes like this.
If your  soul have recarnated into an unborn baby boy that is still in the mom's pouch then the baby will be born dead because the soul is being call to go back into the originator's body, the living sick person.  The baby will have no soul and die when comes out but face and body will look like a boil burn.  This will cure the sick person because his wandered soul came back to him.

If the sick person's soul have been reborn then it is too late, the sick person will have no soul and will eventually die.  My grandma told me that sometimes,
people get sick because their soul is hurt or had a broken heart and wandered off to start a new life.  She said sometimes people's soul will leave at an early age and start a new life and the person would not know it until 5-20 yrs later.  By then his soul had already grown up and had kids, so the ritual won't work anymore.

 :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

OK, so this also supports the theory of reincarnation.  Hmmm, i don't know if such exist.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 09, 2008, 11:26:09 AM
OK, so this also supports the theory of reincarnation.  Hmmm, i don't know if such exist.



My friend,
People go through what we call the internal stages of formility. Meaning the last stage where you will decide what you wil want to become when you recarnate.  Only the good ones will be recarnted and the bad ones will have to spend years in jail in heaven.

i will breief on this later...i have some info in hmong history and life so i will let you gu know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on December 09, 2008, 11:28:47 AM
Hmm, I'm still a skeptic about that theory.  However, I will say this:  Sometimes in dreams, I dreamt of places, people that I know very well but than when I wake up, I have no clue who those people are, never seen them in real life. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 09, 2008, 02:50:30 PM

When i was young my mind used to drift off somewhere into the spririt world.  I can't really tell you guys but i will explained the process where we go after we died or what happens to us we don't get a proper funeral.

We are as the great confusician say living in the Yang part of earth, while the spirits live in the Yin.  I can say that hmong people have been around since the beginning of time because there are so much stories and evidence to be digg up. And also China's government conspiracy locked up infor about our past and hidden them somewhere.  They have also destroyed their culuture during the communist era and therefore destoryed our past as well, but i will recited four syllables.  In china they Say " The Yin And the Yang"  IN hmong we Say " Yin Cheej and Yang Cheej" samething as the chinese. This means good vs. evil, heaven and hell, or in our culture, human and spirite world.

Let's begin with the process i exp.

In the Hmong culture we are as realted to the spirits as we are to the chinese, japanese and others.  Why do i say this? It is because we all are linked by spirits in the ways of rituals and spirit calling.  In japanese culture they believed that demons will leaked out into our world and their job is to protect and scarrife beings to seal the gates of hell every 75 years.  The chinese also have their own way and also us hmongs. 

During the hmong funeral, the dead person will have to travel back to his homeland or hmong kingdom and it is located in china.  Even the elders who guides his soul will say back to china and the dead person will be equipped with horse, bow and money, but the sadest thing is that we have to tear up the dead person's clothes so that the chinese won't try to steal it on his way to his homeland.  This process is also part of hmong history but noone knows the true meaning.  I believed i may have crack many mysteries behing hmong's stories but it will take a long time to find out the true meaning.  Well as the dead person travels back to china, chinese merchants or bandits will try to steal his silky clothes and other goods but if we didn't tear up his clothes then the chinese will try to steal it.

This ritual or the passage to china was never created in the begining, but was only created not too long ago, probbaly when we had to flee china and migrate to indochina.  That was when we started the ritual to sent the dead back to hmong kingdom.  Chinese people are not bury with goods so when they died they will try to steal hmongpeople's silky clothes.

The journey for the dead will end when he reaches his homeland and meet up with his ancestors.

It is believed that hmong people have more than one spirits.  We have one main spirits but when we died we multiply so that one can have two or three to guard our grave.  Sometimes when it is time for the spirit to be reborn they will leave and go the first gate of the spirit world.  I will brief on that later.
Sometimes your spirits may have one guarding the grave and the other will recarnate until he is reborn then will leave or disappear. 

Hmong/all spirits whether it is black, white, mexicans ect. their spirits will remained whereevr they die unless they released their soul and this process can be seen in many ways.  IN hmong we release the soul and the whites also do this, but i am not sure about blacks and mexicans.  I can say this forsure because there hasn't been many reports of black ghosts compared to whites and asians. I would probbally say that blacks aren't as aggressive as whites, therefor whites have remained on earths whiles more blacks and others disappear after they died.  This is just my thoughts-add commments.

Well in america they have what they called Pyshics and they released the souls by gathering energy to sent them back to where ever.

This is the reason why when someone died and have no whereabout where his body is, we release the soul to go to heaven and if not, then they will remain there forever.  You will probbaly have dreams that they are hungry and are poor in the future dreams.

Well the elders say that there is a road in which we take if we are not dead.  When our spirits wanders into the spirit world, Yawg Sau will call to us and bring us back to our place.  In one dream, my grandpa said that he was sleeping and heard his brother playing the Leave instrument and he looked and it came from the moutains and he wa going to follow it but then suddenly he woked up and looked outside seeing his cousin playing the qeej. He thought what a drift dream he had. 
This is the reason we are forbbiden to play the hmong drums and the Qeejs if it is related to sending the dead because if both are play inside the house, ghosts will be in there or someone sleeping while the music " sending the death" is played, the sleeper will follow the host playing the music into the spirit world and into the first gate of the spirit world.
Second, at the funeral if you fall down or sleep, then elders will yelled at you and wake you up.  If you fell down  on the path where the dead person will be carry at then you will need a hu plig so when they take the dead person to the grave it will not take yours.

Note :
The elders say that when the dead is carry out, the person's spirit is sitting upright and his arm/hand is moving/signaling any spirits that have fallen on his path to go with him in the spirit world and if this happens then that person will get sick and die.  Also when the dead person is put into the ground, noone is suppose to stand in his shadow or coffin shadow because he will drag your shadow with him to live with him.  Very rare but has happen before that is why our ancestors developed a Con for everything.

If you asked your elders they will tell you that if they have drifted into the spirit world they will come across a gate or called " Nyuj Va". this is where the human spirits stops at before going into the spirit world.  If there is noone to stop you and you decided to go then your dream will become a reality.  Dream is the portal to the other world and the linked between us and spirits.  If you enter the gate then you will go with the dream and perished but if you stop then you should be fine.  But before you enter there should be someone guarding the gate> Most of the time Yawg sau will stop you and tell you to go back or follow your someone's footstep.  The CUe for this role is to wake up.  Almost evry dream that end up like this after you are told to go back, you will encounter cliffs, huge lakes or others just so you can fall into it and be awaken.

Noone that i know has ever pass the first gate so i don't know much, but i will tell you that someone has passed it and they did not die.  The person was charge/crime in heaven and they sent two messengers to take him to testify against his second wife.  When he got upthere??? no more time in lap..so let me know if you guys are interest in this story. i will let you guys know what he experienced and other things.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 09, 2008, 03:01:03 PM
Hmm, I'm still a skeptic about that theory.  However, I will say this:  Sometimes in dreams, I dreamt of places, people that I know very well but than when I wake up, I have no clue who those people are, never seen them in real life. 

You are living the spirit past. Keep on dreaming and ask question.  When my uncle's family died, they came to me in a dream and my aunt told me she still wants to go to college, but my uncle said that they are dead now and will have to live like spirits.  When my aunty was still alive she was a hard worker and was about to graduate and get her BA, but sadly.  i also have many dreams encountering them, but i never had the chance to ask how they were. Someday i will let you guys know, but sometimes in my dream when i see my passed cousins i asked myself they are dead already so how can they be here with me, then i realized they are dead, but i just act like they are not because spirits know they are dead, but they like to live and interacts in scenes. 
the things i say on here are basic stuff, but the more advance stuffs i cannot brief because it is XXXXXXXXX... ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on December 09, 2008, 03:48:29 PM
I think I had a spirit dream :X

This one happened right after an auntie died, she was pretty young...

I dreamt of a time long long ago because I saw forests, thatched houses, and dirt floors.
I was dressed in old-fashioned Hmong clothes and everything was green, black, and white...
Suddenly I was standing inside a house with an older lady who was also wearing clothes in plain black and she sat on the floor stitching some cloth... I felt like I knew this old lady, even though I also knew that I'd never seen her before in my life. And then she looked up towards me and turned to speak in a foreign tongue and it wasn't Hmong Leng either. It sounded like a Hmong-Chinese dialect that I used to hear from an elder... The weirdest thing was that I actually understood her and spoke back to her not in White Hmong or Hmong Leng, but in her dialect. I don't remember what she said but I do remember nodding my head and feeling very good seeing her, especially when she stood up and smiled at me.  Then everything faded to white and I woke up.

For the next few days, this dream stayed on my mind because the lady seemed so REAL and yet I know I've never seen her before in my life and she seemed to give off the same vibe I get when I think of my ancestors, the ones who settled in Nong Het from China...

This was my first and last dream like that. I've been wanting to finish the dream but I just haven't had it since and its been a few months :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on December 09, 2008, 03:59:29 PM
babieboitj,
I've heard of guy who I if I remember correctly my mother's gossip, he was in a coma and passed away but then he came back and then he told everyone what he saw. I can't remember what he saw though.

Is this the same guy?
But yes, please do elaborate on the man you mentioned.
I'm quite curious :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on December 09, 2008, 05:42:54 PM
I was tallking about dab tsog to my sister and my brother said that it's not about dab. It is caused when your mind is awake but not your body so you can't move but your mind is working and concious. So yea I was like hmmm... really? Cause I never learned of that before.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 10, 2008, 01:59:00 AM
Have you guys heard about the Hmong lady who'd came back from her death experience and told a story of heaven and Jesus, and said to be true?. It started out like this, one afternoon back in the early 90's she was coming home from a visit to a friend's house in Sacramento, California. When the lady reach her house's front step she just fainted into a coma and was announce dead at the hospital a couple of hours later. She was married at the time with lots of grown up kids already, to who have their own kids already too, she's a grandma. They said her husband cried like a baby for hours and after a terrible long while he's pale white, shivering, and couldn't weep no more. A miracle or not but the next morning at the hospital when the professional pulled her body out from the cooler kept in the basement below with the others for a dissect, she suddenly sit right up, took a deep breath in and started screaming "HELP! help me". Everyone in that room ran for their lives, the doctor called up her husband and within couples of minutes all the relatives was at the hospital's waiting room, waiting for their turn to she how she is doing. Okay, that's just the first part of the story. The second part is when she is all better from it and walking, talking, being normal like before. This is a true story that occur when I was a boy back in the Sacramento north side neighborhood, a lot of Hmong family lived there and still do. And being a very large Hmong community there in the area, words pass out quickly, even to young and innocently troublesome kid like me. Her story was this, when she got to her front yard, she felt coldness all of a sudden and started feeling light headed. Then she try to make it into the house so she could sit down and relax but her body shutdown on her and she felled onto the ground. Moment later she said recalled it's like being lock up in a big dark closet, can't see or fell anything but she could hear people crying and calling her name over and over. Then she heard a familiar voice said in Hmong "come on, hold my hand and come with me", she said she couldn't see anybody but she reach her arm up anyway and someone grab it and pulled her up from her body laying down at the hospital's emergency room. Before she flew up pass the ceiling, she saw her body and all the doctors trying to help her out, than she saw the hospital roof, the entire city, the world, the cloud, and than finally heaven. Just like how they show it in most movies. When she reaches heaven's gate, she realized that the voice she heard, and the hand that grab her's, was her old ex boyfriend back in Laos. The door opened and they walked inside, it was like a giant court room except everything was almost white all over. The case was that when they was young, he had tasted some of her bloods, so when he pass, he had that in the record as proof to take her with him. She said she was so scared up there, crying, and begging the judge to let her come back to watch her grand kids grow and to a least let her have one last good conversation with her beloved husband. The favor was more toward her ex but the table turn when a man with long brown hair and beard, long white cloths, old wooded like sandal walked into the room and toward her direction. He reach his hand over to touch her face, and she saw a hoe in the middle of his palm (she don't know who Jesus is, not yet until after she told her story), that was her description of this gentleman. In Hmong language he speaks "my daughter, you are a good person, and you are brought up here for the wrong reason at the wrong time". She said in that very moment, all her fear was gone, faded away, as if she knew already that it was going to be alright. "I know you didn't want drink blood with him and you didn't tasted his, he force himself to cut you with a baboon stick and lick your blood from his finger tip". She said right there, right than, it seem as if he was in charge of the whole heaven because everybody in that court room that was yapping before is now all very silent. Than the man said "he is to be punish, to be lock up in heaven's prison for 100 years before being release to reincarnate", than he look down (as if staring at his own feet) and said in a hurry tone "I have to send you back know, before it's too late" he grab her and threw her down back to earth from the sky above. She claimed to remember clearly fallen back down so fast and thinking she might hit the ground so she was screaming for help, and that's when she slam into her body and snap back into reality.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on December 10, 2008, 10:29:09 AM
Have you guys heard about the Hmong lady who'd came back from her death experience and told a story of heaven and Jesus, and said to be true?

Yeah i heard of those kinds of stories. My mom actually had an uncle who lived in Laos right now who was like that too. When he died he left his wife and children behind but as he came from from his second generation, his wife remarried already..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: THE DIVINE CONDOR on December 10, 2008, 04:41:05 PM

Noone that i know has ever pass the first gate so i don't know much, but i will tell you that someone has passed it and they did not die.  The person was charge/crime in heaven and they sent two messengers to take him to testify against his second wife.  When he got upthere??? no more time in lap..so let me know if you guys are interest in this story. i will let you guys know what he experienced and other things.


Carry on! :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SmileBaby on December 10, 2008, 05:00:37 PM
Have you guys heard about the Hmong lady who'd came back from her death experience and told a story of heaven and Jesus, and said to be true?. It started out like this, one afternoon back in the early 90's she was coming home from a visit to a friend's house in Sacramento, California. When the lady reach her house's front step she just fainted into a coma and was announce dead at the hospital a couple of hours later. She was married at the time with lots of grown up kids already, to who have their own kids already too, she's a grandma. They said her husband cried like a baby for hours and after a terrible long while he's pale white, shivering, and couldn't weep no more. A miracle or not but the next morning at the hospital when the professional pulled her body out from the cooler kept in the basement below with the others for a dissect, she suddenly sit right up, took a deep breath in and started screaming "HELP! help me". Everyone in that room ran for their lives, the doctor called up her husband and within couples of minutes all the relatives was at the hospital's waiting room, waiting for their turn to she how she is doing. Okay, that's just the first part of the story. The second part is when she is all better from it and walking, talking, being normal like before. This is a true story that occur when I was a boy back in the Sacramento north side neighborhood, a lot of Hmong family lived there and still do. And being a very large Hmong community there in the area, words pass out quickly, even to young and innocently troublesome kid like me. Her story was this, when she got to her front yard, she felt coldness all of a sudden and started feeling light headed. Then she try to make it into the house so she could sit down and relax but her body shutdown on her and she felled onto the ground. Moment later she said recalled it's like being lock up in a big dark closet, can't see or fell anything but she could hear people crying and calling her name over and over. Then she heard a familiar voice said in Hmong "come on, hold my hand and come with me", she said she couldn't see anybody but she reach her arm up anyway and someone grab it and pulled her up from her body laying down at the hospital's emergency room. Before she flew up pass the ceiling, she saw her body and all the doctors trying to help her out, than she saw the hospital roof, the entire city, the world, the cloud, and than finally heaven. Just like how they show it in most movies. When she reaches heaven's gate, she realized that the voice she heard, and the hand that grab her's, was her old ex boyfriend back in Laos. The door opened and they walked inside, it was like a giant court room except everything was almost white all over. The case was that when they was young, he had tasted some of her bloods, so when he pass, he had that in the record as proof to take her with him. She said she was so scared up there, crying, and begging the judge to let her come back to watch her grand kids grow and to a least let her have one last good conversation with her beloved husband. The favor was more toward her ex but the table turn when a man with long brown hair and beard, long white cloths, old wooded like sandal walked into the room and toward her direction. He reach his hand over to touch her face, and she saw a hoe in the middle of his palm (she don't know who Jesus is, not yet until after she told her story), that was her description of this gentleman. In Hmong language he speaks "my daughter, you are a good person, and you are brought up here for the wrong reason at the wrong time". She said in that very moment, all her fear was gone, faded away, as if she knew already that it was going to be alright. "I know you didn't want drink blood with him and you didn't tasted his, he force himself to cut you with a baboon stick and lick your blood from his finger tip". She said right there, right than, it seem as if he was in charge of the whole heaven because everybody in that court room that was yapping before is now all very silent. Than the man said "he is to be punish, to be lock up in heaven's prison for 100 years before being release to reincarnate", than he look down (as if staring at his own feet) and said in a hurry tone "I have to send you back know, before it's too late" he grab her and threw her down back to earth from the sky above. She claimed to remember clearly fallen back down so fast and thinking she might hit the ground so she was screaming for help, and that's when she slam into her body and snap back into reality.


One reason why I believe these stories are true is that its not just one person who has experienced a near death event like this. Thousands of people have gone through the same thing ... died, went to heaven/hell and back to earth ... and they always tell of the same or similar story when back in life. And I don't think all these thousands of people who have gone through this would just make it up or copy one's story. I believe in this stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on December 10, 2008, 09:33:51 PM
I have seen, heard and experienced some freaky accidents in my lifetime.  Most of them were of devine interventions, others were just messages from the beyond.  I'm not sure I want to go into details, but I will say this.  The more you invest in such beliefs, the more it will tap into you.  I have made a decision a long time ago to block out many things. 
New ideas are generated from a combination of experimenting with current ideas, I hope by blocking out such experiences you are not preventing yourself from seeking further enlightenment. The shamans say the spirit guides (angels) go to those who believe in them most. Spirit guides are enlightened spirits of the divine whereas ancestral spirits are just spirits of our ancestors, the difference between the two need to be clarified. Thing is, sometimes these ancestral spirits emerge as a spirit guide through spiritual evolution.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Edutilos on December 10, 2008, 10:01:03 PM
When i was young my mind used to drift off somewhere into the spririt world.  I can't really tell you guys but i will explained the process where we go after we died or what happens to us we don't get a proper funeral.

We are as the great confusician say living in the Yang part of earth, while the spirits live in the Yin.  I can say that hmong people have been around since the beginning of time because there are so much stories and evidence to be digg up. And also China's government conspiracy locked up infor about our past and hidden them somewhere.  They have also destroyed their culuture during the communist era and therefore destoryed our past as well, but i will recited four syllables.  In china they Say " The Yin And the Yang"  IN hmong we Say " Yin Cheej and Yang Cheej" samething as the chinese. This means good vs. evil, heaven and hell, or in our culture, human and spirite world.

Let's begin with the process i exp.

In the Hmong culture we are as realted to the spirits as we are to the chinese, japanese and others.  Why do i say this? It is because we all are linked by spirits in the ways of rituals and spirit calling.  In japanese culture they believed that demons will leaked out into our world and their job is to protect and scarrife beings to seal the gates of hell every 75 years.  The chinese also have their own way and also us hmongs. 

During the hmong funeral, the dead person will have to travel back to his homeland or hmong kingdom and it is located in china.  Even the elders who guides his soul will say back to china and the dead person will be equipped with horse, bow and money, but the sadest thing is that we have to tear up the dead person's clothes so that the chinese won't try to steal it on his way to his homeland.  This process is also part of hmong history but noone knows the true meaning.  I believed i may have crack many mysteries behing hmong's stories but it will take a long time to find out the true meaning.  Well as the dead person travels back to china, chinese merchants or bandits will try to steal his silky clothes and other goods but if we didn't tear up his clothes then the chinese will try to steal it.

This ritual or the passage to china was never created in the begining, but was only created not too long ago, probbaly when we had to flee china and migrate to indochina.  That was when we started the ritual to sent the dead back to hmong kingdom.  Chinese people are not bury with goods so when they died they will try to steal hmongpeople's silky clothes.

The journey for the dead will end when he reaches his homeland and meet up with his ancestors.

It is believed that hmong people have more than one spirits.  We have one main spirits but when we died we multiply so that one can have two or three to guard our grave.  Sometimes when it is time for the spirit to be reborn they will leave and go the first gate of the spirit world.  I will brief on that later.
Sometimes your spirits may have one guarding the grave and the other will recarnate until he is reborn then will leave or disappear. 

Hmong/all spirits whether it is black, white, mexicans ect. their spirits will remained whereevr they die unless they released their soul and this process can be seen in many ways.  IN hmong we release the soul and the whites also do this, but i am not sure about blacks and mexicans.  I can say this forsure because there hasn't been many reports of black ghosts compared to whites and asians. I would probbally say that blacks aren't as aggressive as whites, therefor whites have remained on earths whiles more blacks and others disappear after they died.  This is just my thoughts-add commments.

Well in america they have what they called Pyshics and they released the souls by gathering energy to sent them back to where ever.

This is the reason why when someone died and have no whereabout where his body is, we release the soul to go to heaven and if not, then they will remain there forever.  You will probbaly have dreams that they are hungry and are poor in the future dreams.

Well the elders say that there is a road in which we take if we are not dead.  When our spirits wanders into the spirit world, Yawg Sau will call to us and bring us back to our place.  In one dream, my grandpa said that he was sleeping and heard his brother playing the Leave instrument and he looked and it came from the moutains and he wa going to follow it but then suddenly he woked up and looked outside seeing his cousin playing the qeej. He thought what a drift dream he had. 
This is the reason we are forbbiden to play the hmong drums and the Qeejs if it is related to sending the dead because if both are play inside the house, ghosts will be in there or someone sleeping while the music " sending the death" is played, the sleeper will follow the host playing the music into the spirit world and into the first gate of the spirit world.
Second, at the funeral if you fall down or sleep, then elders will yelled at you and wake you up.  If you fell down  on the path where the dead person will be carry at then you will need a hu plig so when they take the dead person to the grave it will not take yours.

Note :
The elders say that when the dead is carry out, the person's spirit is sitting upright and his arm/hand is moving/signaling any spirits that have fallen on his path to go with him in the spirit world and if this happens then that person will get sick and die.  Also when the dead person is put into the ground, noone is suppose to stand in his shadow or coffin shadow because he will drag your shadow with him to live with him.  Very rare but has happen before that is why our ancestors developed a Con for everything.

If you asked your elders they will tell you that if they have drifted into the spirit world they will come across a gate or called " Nyuj Va". this is where the human spirits stops at before going into the spirit world.  If there is noone to stop you and you decided to go then your dream will become a reality.  Dream is the portal to the other world and the linked between us and spirits.  If you enter the gate then you will go with the dream and perished but if you stop then you should be fine.  But before you enter there should be someone guarding the gate> Most of the time Yawg sau will stop you and tell you to go back or follow your someone's footstep.  The CUe for this role is to wake up.  Almost evry dream that end up like this after you are told to go back, you will encounter cliffs, huge lakes or others just so you can fall into it and be awaken.

Noone that i know has ever pass the first gate so i don't know much, but i will tell you that someone has passed it and they did not die.  The person was charge/crime in heaven and they sent two messengers to take him to testify against his second wife.  When he got upthere??? no more time in lap..so let me know if you guys are interest in this story. i will let you guys know what he experienced and other things.
Hmoob call it Yeeb Ceeb and Yaj Ceeb meaning the Spirit Reality and the Physical Reality. Since antiquity Human beings are known to change their words around, so what people in ancient times called spirits, people in medieval times may have misunderstood as ghosts. Today what we once knew as spirit is best known as energy. When the Hmong people say "There are spirits everywhere" it means "There is energy everywhere". Living in the trees, behind the rocks, in every living being, there is a spirit. Simply replace the word spirit with the word energy. "Living in the trees, behind the rocks, in every living being, there is energy." How was the definition lost over time? Centuries after centuries many events can influence these changes especially war and you know our history, it's filled with war, fleeing from persecution and fighting for our homeland, our way of life.

Now think about recent events, the Vietnam War. During this time a major transaction took place where our parents and grandparents migrated from Southeast Asia into the Western world. The Hmong word for spiritual entity, dab, has been mistranslated as demon. Already in an instance of a decade these definitions have been fading away and only now does the new generation of Hmong scholars look back in time to rediscover their original meanings.

PS - Hmong is both plural and singular, there is no need to add an 's' at the end. Also, it's Yawm Saub, not Yawg Sau. And try to make it short, it's more attractive to readers when it's clear and simple.
 :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Smile.Freely on December 11, 2008, 08:44:08 AM

If you asked your elders they will tell you that if they have drifted into the spirit world they will come across a gate or called " Nyuj Va". this is where the human spirits stops at before going into the spirit world.  If there is noone to stop you and you decided to go then your dream will become a reality.  Dream is the portal to the other world and the linked between us and spirits.  If you enter the gate then you will go with the dream and perished but if you stop then you should be fine.  But before you enter there should be someone guarding the gate> Most of the time Yawg sau will stop you and tell you to go back or follow your someone's footstep.  The CUe for this role is to wake up.  Almost evry dream that end up like this after you are told to go back, you will encounter cliffs, huge lakes or others just so you can fall into it and be awaken.


It's funny you bring this up, since my mil died 5 years ago, my husband dreams of her quiet often and she often lets him see the other side... in his dreams she would come and visit him and give him a "passport" so he can go with her so she can show him what the other side is like.  Often times, he misses her so much he would try to run after her after she brings him back from the visit and when he does chase her...he often comes to a cliff. she would jump off the cliff and tell him not to follow her or she would prohibit him from entering.  He can only go where he has a passport to enter.  Every time she comes to him in a dream he would tell her he wants to go with her, but every single time she would deny that request.  so even in his dreams she knows where the line is drawn.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on December 12, 2008, 05:49:11 PM
^That's really sad  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 14, 2008, 12:20:19 PM
That is really sad, just the thought of missing a love one is more than enough for anybody. Their was this one story back than, in the early 90's. A young man got home from a second shift work one night and was absolutely exhausted. He phone his girlfriend who lived an hour away in a different city. She recommended that he go see her and stay there for the night since it is Friday, end of the week anyway so that they can spent more time together during the weekend. He politely rejected her advice at first by letting her know he is very sleepy and will be at her place first thing in the morning but was soon later tapping out from the princess submission. One hour and a half away and he arrived at his destination, the girlfriend open the door hug him "You're so cold, is it that temper outside?" she asked. He did looked pale but was calm as if didn't notice the weather at all "You won't believe what I saw on the way here" he told her "there were a terrible accident on the highway and traffic was pack, when I pulled up closer to the scene, the car look just like mine" he continue "and the body in the bag, it's hand was sticking out from it" he pause for second as if was thinking and/or confuse in his moment.  She looked at him and touches his face "goodness you are cold as ice" she said to him interrupting the story "I'll be right back, I'm getting you some hot tea". As she got up to leave, he stop her in her track "the watch on it's wrist also looked like mine". As she went into the kitchen, the house phone ring and she picked it up. It was the boyfriend's mom on the other line "I'm sorry I have to tell you this" was the first thing. The girlfriend was clueless "what are you talking about, tell me what?" she wondered why her boyfriend's mom will call her instead of her son. Slowly trying to comfort herself and calm down from crying so hard so she could tell the girlfriend what is going on "my son was just in a car rack and he didn't make it". The girlfriend thought for a little bit and reply "No, your son is here with me right now" trying to ease the mother "if you like, you can talk to him" she walk into the room and he was nowhere to be found. She checked the bathroom, her room, and finally outside. His car wasn't parked there and there were a rotten smell all of a sudden, filling the air outside and inside her entire house. At the funeral, when the everyone else was crying for him, it was a normal corpse laying there. When the girlfriend cry and reminisce there love, tears started falling down from his eyes and didn't stop all the way until they buried him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on December 14, 2008, 06:18:06 PM
^Creepy

I've heard of funerals where the dead was smiling  :o
If I were to ever see that, I'd probably turn around and walk away...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 15, 2008, 11:53:05 AM
^Creepy

I've heard of funerals where the dead was smiling  :o
If I were to ever see that, I'd probably turn around and walk away...

I think it is very true that these things happens, but not there to wintness first hand so not sure but my relative witness second hand and this is their account.

At funeral, kids have seen the dead person smiling usually kids who hasn't had their teeth fall out. 
A man who went to a funeral and on his way a man asked him for something and he didn't think much about it until he got inside the funeral.  He went to see the dead person and the dead person looked like the old man who asked him.

in stp.
a man slept in the backroom and everyone left. well he woked up to find an old woman sweeping and it looked like the dead person.  The next day funeral was opened and he was scared the shit because he looked at the coffin and it was her.

True story told by my big brother.
 Big brother was a nplig holder meaning when their is ritual the elders would give him a nplig to hold and told him to come striaght home and throw it under his bed.  they told him to not look back and he did.  He saw something following him but he has a big heart so he wasn't scared.  He did this many times and the elders said whoever does this will have luck in their lifetime. 
My brother has my father's and grandpa's heart because he has a big open heart and not scared easily even when he joined a gang he was very tough. he quit along time ago though.
Back in thailand, the funerals were very open and people were very scared so at night they would leave.  well my brother and his friends stay back and slept at the funeral.  That night everyone left and there were like 10 people sleeping there and my brother woked up in the middle of the night to find something wierd.
His hmong refugee blanket had a hole in it and he saw the old lady got up and walked over and snap the chickens' head off.  Then my brother held on to his breathe and wintness evrything.  he felled asleep and told evryone about it.

There is an old saying by many elders that...in the MIEN culture.
Every Three generation there will be one person that will turn into a tiger.  The person who turns into a tiger when they die will have nice beautiful sharp teeth. so the mien community would buried him and wait for the dead person to change so they can whack and kill it.

scary huh??...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 16, 2008, 10:13:08 PM
Back in a small north side Sacramento neighborhood when I was a just kid around the late years of the 80s. A family in our little community had a relative from out of state came to visit them. One night she hop out of the bathroom with her pant all the way down to her knees crying, shaking, screaming, and yet half nude. They later found out that she saw a red human face staring at her from outside the window. They had made the ground near the outside of the bathroom window into a tiny garden, so the dirt is soft enough for foot prints if anyone walk on it. When the morning arrived they've decided to go check for foot prints. It's there, two big human like foot prints. The odd thing was that, there just two prints. No travel path into the garden or leaving the dirt. Right there in front of the window on the outside, is just two big human like foot prints.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on December 17, 2008, 03:20:21 PM
Back in stockton, california while we were living in those four apartments connecting to each other.  Well my bro-in-law came over and during the night time like 9 pm.  he went to used the upstair bathroom and ran like a cheetah downstairs. we went to check and saw nothing.  he claimed he saw a figure in the bathroom. Freaky.

Back in 96, my pop had a dream that my real grandpa was broked in the spiritual world and need some money because his cousin had been living off of him and he is broked now.  Well my grandpa told my dad that it was my uncle's dad that had been living off of my grand because his son didn't send him money to live in the after world.  My grandpa said they were broked and need money fast.
My dad woked up and called one of my grandpas in stockton and they told him that my uncle has converted to christianity and had stop the hmong rituals.  my grandpa was like " that damn son of his, don't he know his dad is broked and the spirit world and why won't he sent him money"..my dad called my uncle living in WI and he said he had converted and will not send money. SO my dad burned some money for them both and they were happy.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 20, 2008, 12:28:43 AM
That's some real deal with the Hmong culture. The thing is you could give money to the spirit world but they can't give you money too. Kind of a rip off. Nah, just kidding with you guys. I believed in sending the dead money and inviting them for a fest once in awhile. We're really going deep with the story now, huh?. I like to see Hollywood direct our tales for their horror movies.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on December 21, 2008, 03:59:47 PM
Ok, this one is about my experience.  I think I may have share it one time or another in here already but i'll do it again.

One time I slept over at my cousin's house, we all slept in the living room.  At around 1 or 2 am in the morning while everyone including me was asleep.  I was awaken by something, and felt it's presence in the room with us.  It felt like it was wondering around and observing us closely while we were sleeping.  When I came to and actually opened my eyes, I started to get the chills cause I notice the lights were out and my cousins were all asleep.  I started to wondering, then who the hell was still wondering around at this time and not asleep yet?  I didn't make any noise or movement, cause I still felt its presence there in the room, so I just rolled my eyes  around looking a few times.  I didn't see anything so I finally gasped and thought, ok there's nothing.  Then as I tried to shift my body and head to my right side, I saw him, the shadowy figure standing against the white wall.  He stood very still looking back at me, we both locked our stares at one another for like a good 4 to 5 seconds.  My heart started beating faster and faster, and at the same time I thought to myself, omg that's what woke me up!  The figure then turned and walked down into the basement.  I wanted to go nuts, and started screaming, everyone wake up!!!!!!  But I conjured up the nerve to just quickly pulled the blanket over my head and not make a sound.  Good thing I was sleeping in middle in btween my cousins otherwise, there would have been no way for me to go back to sleep had I been sleeping on the egde.  I would have been too afraid of him/her coming back after a little while.  Who knows he probably did, after I've gone back to sleep...yikes!

The next morning I told my cousins about it, they sort of laugh and weren't all that surprise.  They said, that thing you saw last night was probably what has been jumping on top of our sister in her room.  She been having nightmare for a while now, of somebody getting on top of her and paraylizing her.

So far I've only had eccounters with ghost and spirits in such ways, never have I seen one eye to eye where I can actually see every pores in their skins and every teeth they have.  I don't that'll ever happened, because they're are more just spirits and shadowy figures.  I don't think well ever see them standing there like another human being in full details.  It's always just a glimp or unclear image, leaving us to speculate.

In the "middle?"  They say the ghost comes for the one in the middle.  lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LiveFreeOrDieHard on December 25, 2008, 07:35:38 PM
True story.

Before I came to America and saw the movie The Adams Family. A hand similar to that in the movie was crawling on me when I was little. It only happened for one night. It traumatized me to this day.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on December 30, 2008, 01:59:31 PM
My grandpa told me of a spooky event that he witnessed when he was a little kid back in Laos. One, night he saw a strange large creature crawling through one of their roof openings (Traditional Hmong houses have two openings on opposite ends of the roof that forms triangle shapes). He told us that it looks like a monkey but with a human face on it. My grandpa saw that it was eating their corns that they put up on the attic. When this thing realized that my grandpa was watching him, it stared right back and smile, reviewing it's fangs. It silently crawled back out the way it came from. My grandpa told his father what he saw and they both went up to investigate. There were bite marks on some of the corns and squashes. These weren't the regular rat or squirrel bite marks. They looked like it was done by a larger animal. This event occurred for a couple more nights and for some reason, only the kids can see it. So one day, the grown-ups decided to have their rifles loads and when the kids do see something on the attic...the kids could point out and the grown-up would shoot at it. Sure enough, that night my grandpa saw the think crawling inside and he pointed to it. The grown-ups all fired their rifles and they heard a loud scream. When they went to investigate, it was already dead. It looked like a large mongoose but it's nothing they've seen before. My grandpa said that it didn't look anything like the creature that he saw. This mongoose looking creature doesn't have a human face and it's fangs were small. Well the next day, they heard that an old man living in the other village was accidentally shot twice. One of my grandpa's relative came and said how this old man claimed to have been shot while out in the wood last night. The grown-up concluded that he was probably a "dark Shaman" or Witch and somehow was coming to other villages to feed and do his tricks. Out of respect for that old man's relatives, the grown-ups decided not to tell the story to anyone else.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on January 02, 2009, 04:49:28 PM
^ if he was dead how did he get back to his village?  What did your dad & them do with the body?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 03, 2009, 12:02:07 AM
I heard of a story similar to one before, also happened back in Thailand. A Hmong village have been complaining that their rice and meat had been decreasing rapidly from their own home all of an sudden, like someone or something kept on stealing it and eating it without them seeing it happening. One afternoon a young beautiful Hmong girl from that very village was all by herself in her bedroom and was putting on some makeup. So she was holding a little mirror in front of her face, from the back she saw a weird looking creature staring at her. She turn around really quick and starting to scream for help and immediately all of her family members rush in to see this ugly looking never before seen creature now running from corner to corner trying to escape the situation. The dad and mom know exactly what it is and said to everyone of the kids "keep your eyes on it, don't look away or don't blink at all, in one second if all of our eyes is not on it, it can vanish or disappear and than we can't kill it or capture it". The whole family kept their eyes on that creature and blocking the exit way while the dad went to get the dogs from outside. Soon enough the dad brought in three of his best hunting male dogs into the little room in the house and they killed that creature. The whole village came to see the dead body of what ever it was and everyone was saying "that it might of been that thing that's eating all of their food". Sure enough, after the incident, everything went back to normal.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on January 03, 2009, 01:23:46 PM
My grandpa told me of a spooky event that he witnessed when he was a little kid back in Laos. One, night he saw a strange large creature crawling through one of their roof openings (Traditional Hmong houses have two openings on opposite ends of the roof that forms triangle shapes). He told us that it looks like a monkey but with a human face on it. My grandpa saw that it was eating their corns that they put up on the attic. When this thing realized that my grandpa was watching him, it stared right back and smile, reviewing it's fangs. It silently crawled back out the way it came from. My grandpa told his father what he saw and they both went up to investigate. There were bite marks on some of the corns and squashes. These weren't the regular rat or squirrel bite marks. They looked like it was done by a larger animal. This event occurred for a couple more nights and for some reason, only the kids can see it. So one day, the grown-ups decided to have their rifles loads and when the kids do see something on the attic...the kids could point out and the grown-up would shoot at it. Sure enough, that night my grandpa saw the think crawling inside and he pointed to it. The grown-ups all fired their rifles and they heard a loud scream. When they went to investigate, it was already dead. It looked like a large mongoose but it's nothing they've seen before. My grandpa said that it didn't look anything like the creature that he saw. This mongoose looking creature doesn't have a human face and it's fangs were small. Well the next day, they heard that an old man living in the other village was accidentally shot twice. One of my grandpa's relative came and said how this old man claimed to have been shot while out in the wood last night. The grown-up concluded that he was probably a "dark Shaman" or Witch and somehow was coming to other villages to feed and do his tricks. Out of respect for that old man's relatives, the grown-ups decided not to tell the story to anyone else.

That's all I heard about regards to this story from my grandpa. I don't know if he was trying to indicate that the Black Shaman could control creatures just like a puppet master controlling puppets or not. In this case, I don't think the creature that was shot dead in my grandpa's house was the Shaman or unless his spirit can depart from his body when he's in a state of trance.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on January 05, 2009, 10:53:51 PM
i have an 8 yr old brother who is currently experiencing some shadows. My mom went to CA for the new year. My dad was always out doing his stuff. There would just be my younger siblings at home. They're all old enough. My brother and some other siblings slept on the couch while my mom was away. My brother didn't tell anyone until my mom came back. He said while she was gone and he was sleeping in the living room couch, he saw shadows entering the livingroom. He was afraid so he pulled the blanket over his head. It went on for a couple nights. I don't know what he did, he probably was scared so all he did was pulled the blanket over his head.

My mom had to go out of town again, this time to MN for a funeral. My brother and mom had a discussion before she left. She gave him some purple corn and a Buddhist pendant. I told him he could sleep at my house but he didn't want to so he went home.

So my mom came to visit me today, she told me about what happened to my brother. When my brother was getting ready to sleep on the couch, he laid the corn around the couch and some in his hands. When he saw them coming, he would throw the corn at them... he said there were several dark shadows, not just one. So he threw the corn at the shadows and it was like bullet hitting them. Shadows that came close to him and stepped on the corn he laid around were blast off. It was like the corns were grenades. One was killed, the rest ran away.

He said one of the shadow tried to grab my sister by the wrist, but he threw a corn at it and scared it away. He said it hasn't come back anymore...

at first i thought he was just imagining... or you know how kids are, they say things you don't really believe. But when he describe his fight with them it's beginning to change our minds.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 13, 2009, 12:56:36 AM
To anyone who live in stockton, cali will probbally know the big yellow house next to a big church on the corner right by the park and close to lake front. Well when we used to live there we would hear the church bell rings everytime someone dies in the church and also our yellow house was haunted.  When my bro climbed up the attic he was handling a broom to my sisters who was below my brother and then my brother decided to looked up and he saw an old lady who was upthere for about 5 secs then my brother was like. WTF and climbed down from the attic. He then realized it was a relative who had died in the house and was living down stair. Also there was a time when we had left some meat on our back porch and someone had taken it.  The meat was right below the entrance to the attic so we said it was a relative that took it and left it that way.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 20, 2009, 11:42:56 PM
We use to lived in this one brick house on the corner of a block in a ghetto neighborhood, everyone in the neighborhood warned us about the place right after we've moved in. Friends would ask "did you see anything strange?". People don't stay long in that old building, in only three years five family once call it home had moved out. My dad didn't mind much about it at all, and our kids don't know any better than. The only person to witness strange paranormal is my mom at first. She'll feel her bed shaking, seeing dark figure flying around in the dark. Than there's me, I was standing next to the bathroom one day talking to my mom while she was putting her laundry up. I know I heard the water in the bathroom sink turn on and than off, on and than off again, by itself. I stop in between our conversation and ask my mom if she had heard any water running from the bathroom. She look at me as if saying "don't tell me that kind of stuff". We lived their for seven years, experience the unusual happening, witnessing and discovering the truth behind all of the paranormal. My little brother saw a little kid standing in our backyard all cover in blood one day after he came back from school. My other little brother heard someone knocking on our front door one night while he stay up very late playing video game, he said the knocking came first and than my dad's voice ask him from outside to open the door, at three o'clock in the morning. He than added that he was going to open the door but remembering my dad was already asleep and he didn't see my dad walk out and if he did, the door won't be locked. My family did ask couple of shaman now and than to come and try to see if they can understand the situation of our confusion. We found out during those time that the house use to belong to a old white gentleman, he build it himself and still lived there after he pass and he don't like visitor(s). The little boy cover in blood was a stranger ghost, he got run over on a street near by and didn't have no place to go after he pass so the old guy took him in, freaky. And that there's nothing we can do to get rid of 'em, only to just ask them to share the place or we just have to moved out ourselves, soon enough we're out of there in no time at all, after seven long years.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 20, 2009, 11:45:15 PM
Where have everyone been?, no more story to share with the rest of us already?, I still have plenty of tales that been introduce to me by family, friends, and some (very few) of my own.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on January 21, 2009, 06:08:30 AM
Then keep on sharing!!   ;) ;) ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: weeweechu on January 21, 2009, 08:32:19 AM
I remember once when we first moved down to NC we stayed with relatives. Well it was rumored that their street was haunted, it was like a hmong village cause that whole street was all hmong people. Anyways, our relative had 2 spare bedrooms, my younger brother and sister slept on the bed while me and my other sis slept on the floor. one morning I tried to wake her up to get ready for school, i shook her leg to get her up and i kept shaking her but she didn't wake up. so i decided to feel for her other leg instead i felt both of her legs together and there was an extra leg in the middle between us. i screamed the f out of there, i think i poob plig, and it was not my leg. no wonder my sis didn't wake up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BeautifulBao on January 21, 2009, 12:37:23 PM

your story is creepy and scary

I remember once when we first moved down to NC we stayed with relatives. Well it was rumored that their street was haunted, it was like a hmong village cause that whole street was all hmong people. Anyways, our relative had 2 spare bedrooms, my younger brother and sister slept on the bed while me and my other sis slept on the floor. one morning I tried to wake her up to get ready for school, i shook her leg to get her up and i kept shaking her but she didn't wake up. so i decided to feel for her other leg instead i felt both of her legs together and there was an extra leg in the middle between us. i screamed the f out of there, i think i poob plig, and it was not my leg. no wonder my sis didn't wake up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 21, 2009, 01:14:49 PM
there is a small stream where the little fishes run, so one early morning about 5 am. my uncle went fishing over by the stream and when he got there he saw something like a little girl dressed in black [looked like hmong girl with long hair doing something] walking in the stream. Then he blinked and it disappeared. Near that place, my uncle also went fishing, but this time with my cousins and he was the lead. As they were going to the destinatined area the lead heard little hmong kid's voice like it was playing around, but he quickly walked faster to see if there was any kids around.  The faster he walked the farther the voice sound to be pairing with his distance. So he knew something was fishy and he looked down and saw foot prints of little kids.  They looked like fresh footprints so he told his crew to go back. Never been there since.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 21, 2009, 04:48:47 PM
This is a true story.
Before one of my uncles went to the army in 2003-04. Him and his brothers went taking last minutes pictures at a small forest park about the size of one whole block.  Well it was getting dark and they took some last minutes photos and while his brother was taking pictures standing right next to the driver's window and shot some picture of him and his car.  Well they came home and a couple of days later they developed the photos and there was one photo of my uncle standing right next to his car and on that photo it was foggy inside the back of his car seat. He looked closely and the fog looked like a man and a woman sitting/probbally doing his in car. They looked for misprints but there were none. Surely it was a a ghost and they told me about it but i didn't believe until they brought it over to my house and i was amazed. Never ever seen a picture like this before. so i was like thanked god we grew up and never went back there because when we were kids. we were those naughty hmong kids who would go do naughty stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on January 21, 2009, 04:53:07 PM
babiethoj,

When it comes to ghost stories, you could write a book eh?  Keep em' coming ;) ;)  I enjoy them very much...and give me the chills at the same time :D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on January 22, 2009, 12:08:00 AM
This is a true story.
Before one of my uncles went to the army in 2003-04. Him and his brothers went taking last minutes pictures at a small forest park about the size of one whole block.  Well it was getting dark and they took some last minutes photos and while his brother was taking pictures standing right next to the driver's window and shot some picture of him and his car.  Well they came home and a couple of days later they developed the photos and there was one photo of my uncle standing right next to his car and on that photo it was foggy inside the back of his car seat. He looked closely and the fog looked like a man and a woman sitting/probbally doing his in car. They looked for misprints but there were none. Surely it was a a ghost and they told me about it but i didn't believe until they brought it over to my house and i was amazed. Never ever seen a picture like this before. so i was like thanked god we grew up and never went back there because when we were kids. we were those naughty hmong kids who would go do naughty stuff.
that remind me of that thai move "shutters"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 23, 2009, 11:28:09 AM
i remembered hearing a ghost story from my old mans about back in the days. well not exactly a ghost story but they are short ghost stories.

My dad's first wife was forced by into marrying my dad and she had already had a lover so when they got married. she was depressed and hang her self.  The my dad married my mother and so one day in the house came a black cat and it walked right into their house so they chase it out. then  a couple of days later my folks went to sleep at the farm and while they were sleepy they felt someone pulling on their blanket. The next morning the blanket dissappeared and my folks knew it was his first wife because the blanket belongs to her.

There was an old lady who heard his chicks, chickens crying so she decided to go see what's happenning and she was looking down on the ground as she walked.  He stumble upon a shadow on the ground  and she looked up and saw a woman flooting  2 feets off the ground. The woman had on dead hmong clothes and as the old lady looked the dead floating woman came down onto the ground and got on her knees and her figure position into a tiger mode.  The dead lady knee her way into the forest. so the old lady told the village about it and days later there was a reporting that the dead woman's grave had a hole opening and her body was gone.

In thailand, my uncle was going about his way when he saw two little girls playing around. It was getting dark so my uncle came from behind one of the little hmong girls and asked her while his hand was on the top of her head. He said "little girl why are you playing at night, where are you parents" and the little girl turned around. Her face was rotten and he realized it was a poj ntxooj. He frozed and so did the poj ntxooj because they too were scared. He blinked and the girls disappeared.

my auntie went early one morning to get some water and he saw some foot prints so she looked up and saw the thing.

One of friends told me a story about him before he came to the states. Well one night he came back from talking to girls and he stumble upon a little girl. He asked the little girl where her house was and the little girl did not talk but pointed in the direction her house was. My friend didn't see her face clearly so he held on to her hand and took the little girl to her house. when they got there he told her to go and he never said a word but only pointed fingers. He watched her go and dissappeared into the house and he came home. A ouple of days later he told a few friends and they told him that there was a little girl who had died in that house and he just remembered he had talked to a ghost because why would a little girl be walking out at night.

My uncle went walking in the camps and he spotted two little girls playing in the soccer field and he asked them if they are scared of ghosts and they didn't reply so he was scared of thai/hmong police patrolling the night and left. he quickly turned around and they disappeared. Got scared and ran fast striaght home.

more will be up. read and enjoy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: weeweechu on January 23, 2009, 12:32:50 PM
This happened when I was younger. When we first moved into our house my father bought my sister a baby doll. One day my brother and sister played in the basement, we had an unfinished basement that had three metal poles aligned side by side, well she tied the doll up by the neck and hung her from one of the poles so that they could swing the doll back and forth, kind of like I guess teeter ball or something like that. Anyways, my grandmother caught them and scolded them for treating the doll in such a bad manner because something about how it had spirit of its own. I don’t know if she was just trying to scare them but two days later, my sister made a little tent in the corner and played house with the doll and out of nowhere she starts crying hysterically. My grandmother ran over and my sister was just pointing at the doll saying it pinched her. My grandmother goes “nes, nes, nes, kuv tus yeej kuv hais†so she threw the doll away. But years later we were doing some spring cleaning and we found the doll stacked below some old toys in the basement. I showed it to my grandmother, who jumped backwards in shock, she accused me of taking it out of the trash after it was discarded. I told her how I had found it. She then took the doll and burned it out back in her garden, we haven’t seen it around ever since.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 24, 2009, 04:09:35 AM
weeweechu,
your grandma is correct when she said what she said. when i was little my folks tell us the same, but the problem was we never treated them that way. we always care for them and if he didn't want them, we just throw them away unlike some people who break their neck and arms. Sometimes spirits embody their wandering soul into these toys in search of a new role to play with or somehow they are trapped. in some cases we need to watch toy story 1 because it will explain further more such as when sid treated his toys badly and they turned on him.
The real world is also the same, but there are many tricks to this situation.
 
i will let you guys know the rules and laws of human and spirit.  Amber in the sky, strike lighting upon the sins, created with equal and fairness, thrust upon his holy spirit, define all odds, and show his faithness and respect to the world of creations.

If you don't believe in spirits or that if you messed with a doll and nothing will happen then nothing will happen unless you have a jxyn or commotion of how there might be entity embody in the toys.

people should not exxagerate or say some profound provocative adjectives to describe a non-living things and track it down to wandering spirits.

If you say nothing then nothing will happen. if you have second thoughts then it might happen. let it go and live an open mind. once you have reach nirvana then you will feel happiness.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on January 24, 2009, 05:59:34 AM
I saw a story in here about a ghost hand, or something like that, it reminds me of the story my dad told me,
Back in laos when my dad and his siblings were just kids, my aunt was sleeping and this hairy hand came out from underneath the bed and was touching her, she scream her heat out, and everybody came to see what was wrong.
a few days later my uncle and my aunty went to the garden, out of nowhere there was an egg lying in the middle of the road, my uncle who was caring an old school one shoot bullet rifle, shot the egg, a few days later he got real sick and my grandparents did jingle bells on him, it the shaman told em that he shot a ghost who like my aunt, (the one that came and molested her with the hairy hands) they then exchanged a cow for my uncle so the ghost would only take the cow and not my uncle, and he was saved.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 24, 2009, 04:08:53 PM
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=ADMMR130

Not Hmong but very similar to our experiences.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on January 25, 2009, 01:15:15 PM
This is a true story.. It was July 1987, my little brother had passed away he was only 3 years old. Back then my parents farmed so I'd be the one babysitting him all the time. He had a physical condition so even though he was 3 years old he couldn't walk. I had to carry him everywhere. I was just a little girl but he was responsiblilit y. Anyways, when he passed away my parents wouldn't allow us to go see him, they were like kids can't go to funerals. But then the day they buried him my brother-in-law took me bacause I was the person who took care of him most. That night we were sleeping. I was in the middle between my sister and my cousin. I don't know what time it was but it still dark outside. I was awaken I looked to where the stairs were, and there he was standing there looking back at me in the suite that he was buried in. In one hand he had the little cars that was buried with him and the other hand his bottle. You have to understand that he was just a little girl I was so scared.  tried waking my sister and my cousin up but no one was responding. He was walking towards me. I was so scared I pulled the blanket over my head. I could feel him standing there and than I drifted of to sleep. To this day that image remain as clear as day to me. I didn't tell my parents about until a couple of years ago when I had my daughter, I saw him again. I worked late and I was driving home frem work u know that feeling you get that someone is behind you? Well, I looked in my rearview mirror and there he was sitting in the backseat he didn't look at me, I think it's bacause he knows I'm scared. I use to get scared but now whenever I get that feeling that someone is behind me or watching I know it's him because I took care of him when he was alive so maybe now he's my little angel following me around.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on January 25, 2009, 01:31:27 PM
Okay this is another true story too. When my daughter was 5 years old my grandma died. That day was like any other day. We lived in California and my family lived back in Minnesota. It was like 2:30pm in the afternoon and I had just picked up my daughter from school. Across from our house there was this really big tree. My daughter got out of the car and she said mommy what is that? And I was like what? And she said something is sitting on that branch. I was like what are you talking about? She was like there mommy, don't you see it? I was like no so than she ran across the street and so I had to ran after her she pointed to the branch but I still didn't see anything. But felt the hair on the back of my neck stand and goosebumps all over my body. As soon as got into the house my phone rang it was my mom she told me that my grandma passed away. My daughter was still at the window looking at the tree, I asked her is it still there? she said no mommy you are so blind it's gone now. Later that night I had a dream about my grandma she said she came to visit me but she couldn't come into my house because there were people blocking the door and so she stayed across the street. I was so scared my husband told his parents about it and they were like don't be scared because we're a different and we have our own ancesters protecting your house so she won't be able to do anything like she said she couldn't come in. I told them about what my daughter seen and they were like little kids can see things that. I was scared for along time. We ended up selling that house and moving but I didn't get was my grandma has never been to my house how did she know where I live?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on January 25, 2009, 01:51:04 PM
Okay this is another true story too. When my daughter was 5 years old my grandma died. That day was like any other day. We lived in California and my family lived back in Minnesota. It was like 2:30pm in the afternoon and I had just picked up my daughter from school. Across from our house there was this really big tree. My daughter got out of the car and she said mommy what is that? And I was like what? And she said something is sitting on that branch. I was like what are you talking about? She was like there mommy, don't you see it? I was like no so than she ran across the street and so I had to ran after her she pointed to the branch but I still didn't see anything. But felt the hair on the back of my neck stand and goosebumps all over my body. As soon as got into the house my phone rang it was my mom she told me that my grandma passed away. My daughter was still at the window looking at the tree, I asked her is it still there? she said no mommy you are so blind it's gone now. Later that night I had a dream about my grandma she said she came to visit me but she couldn't come into my house because there were people blocking the door and so she stayed across the street. I was so scared my husband told his parents about it and they were like don't be scared because we're a different and we have our own ancesters protecting your house so she won't be able to do anything like she said she couldn't come in. I told them about what my daughter seen and they were like little kids can see things that. I was scared for along time. We ended up selling that house and moving but I didn't get was my grandma has never been to my house how did she know where I live?

Hi Lady Lor, it seems like your family is sensitive to the spirit world. I often hear that kids are able to see spirits. I know that my when my cousins were little, they often go down to their basements for hours on end to "fight with demons." They often tell the grown-ups that they were playing "Ghost Busters." It wasn't until one day that something in the basement scared the crap out of them and they couldn't stop crying and shivering that the grown-ups realized there might be some truth to their "ghost busting" games. Finally after adult interrogations , they told that they have a friend who always play game with them down in the basement and his only rule was for them not to tell anyone about him. However, only this time, something else was waiting for them in the basement and it wasn't their friend anymore...some one...somethin g very dark and evil that wanted to hurt them. Well needless to say, the adult wouldn't allowed the kids to go down there anymore and that was the end of that. I know that my cousins still get the shivers when they talk it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on January 25, 2009, 02:57:23 PM
Hey Jack,
You are right my Lor family is very sensitive to that kind of stuff, it believed that way back the days my Lor family practice black magic so to this day it still follows us around wether we like it or not.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 26, 2009, 04:04:39 AM
According to my mom, curses can last for generations  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on January 26, 2009, 08:01:17 AM
If I see a ghost in real life.  I'm gonna jump at it and say "RAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"   >:(  (I'm not knocking on wood either)  FukK  this, I ain't living in fear!  I live to face them.  If I encounter a monster, I'll fight with all my might.  I'll make 'em mutha fukKaz die two lifetimes!   >:( >:( >:(



i actually would fight back to see if i can do anything. if not  i'm running and screaming like a little girl lol. either that or just drop to my knees and cry cuz i know i'm dead lol

like i never use to believe in that ghost sitting on u stuff, i know its not a real scary story but hey its a story. well while my family was living with my uncle and their family  it happend to me but it happend like 3 times in a row and i kept fighting back. each time as i tried to force myself off i would pull so hard and finally end up on the ground and get up in attack mode. then i was like f that i'm goin back to sleep aint no ghost gonna ruin my sleep plus i gotta go to work. so thats how i got sat on 3 times so after the 3rd i was forget that i'mma just go on the computer. but i kept feeling like something was in the room cuz man my hairs on the back of neck never went down. later i told my mom about and she said she would see a shadowy figure sometimes when she's sleeping standing by the end of her bed. which is wat i felt too before the accident happen to me. then later in the year i went back to michigan to go stay with my cousin and uncle there and it happened again to me. my cousin we was sleeping in his room and i felt something sit on me. i tried reaching out to my cousin and tried saying his name. i got up and and sat around then went back to sleep and it happen again. then i just went to the computer and said f it. but after that it never happen again. watever it was i must have put up a good fight lol..... owell that smy boring story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 26, 2009, 11:22:24 AM
I have a uncle that just passed two years back, who's a shaman. When he was at his prime than, he likes telling me stories about his encounters and experiences with the paranormal almost when ever we get together, and I enjoy listening to them. One base on the topic of ghost sitting on people at night. He said to me that those are actually horny stranger ghost and they rape anybody that they like, so we're the victims. He also said to me that those things are afraid of dogs, so if it ever happened to anyone, just put a stuff toy dog near your pillow.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 26, 2009, 11:36:32 AM
Hey guys, I have another story to tell. Well me and my wife have been married for 5 years and we have no kids yet. Don't know why but one day she finally told me that she kept on having dreams about different guys sleeping with her and treat her really nice. She would also have dreams to where they would take her away, but luckily she'd remember that she is married and wouldn't go with them. Then she had another dream recently about her auntie who pasted away 2 years ago. In her dream, she said that her auntie came to her and gave her a dog. So we told her dreams to her mom and my mom, and they said that it was ghost. The ghosts are trying to not let her get pregnant. But anyways, ghost are  everywhere. In reality, in your dreams, freakin everywhere. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 26, 2009, 12:37:54 PM
Hey Jack,
You are right my Lor family is very sensitive to that kind of stuff, it believed that way back the days my Lor family practice black magic so to this day it still follows us around wether we like it or not.

ladielor, blackmagic is a bad formed of elements used back in the old days.
blackmagic is considered evil and unrighteous to many. Most black magic users are poor pleasants who do it to earn a living or uses it for revenge. 
White magic is shamanism-healing and spiritual guidances. Just though i tell you you.

If you have dreams like that, it must be because in your past live you had alot of boyfriends and you would be considered a player so when you are reborn, their spirits tried to contact you in your dreams because physical formed or human formed they cannot or don't know where you live/location/ have no link or portal of who or what you are now so the only way is through your dreams.

Dreams, some psychologist would say it is merely the thoughts of your everyday activities and what you eat can trigger your most inner thoughs and bring back unremembered events, but the indians and hmong say "Dreams can interpret or tell you things" and it can be boths.
In the Dream World, anything can happen, but it goes into a divided branch which narrows down to the mentality of realism and imaginative.
Dreams can occur in a reality settings, and cannot hurt you but once you wake up to find marking from your dream then it is a evil dream plaqued by evil-doer.
Dream is the last gate link between the past and the future, also the linked between humans and the spirtual world. It can serve as interpretation s or messages but in many hmong cases it has come to a reality that the saying "Gone in your dream" meaning die in your sleep.
There have been many cases in which the person is taken to hevean by messengers and came back to find their body in the grave, then going into their wife's dream and asking them why they buried his body when he only went for a few days.

few days in heaven = months/years.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 26, 2009, 12:47:05 PM
Havocrazy,
I have seen hmong people using toy dogs during the neeg ceremony and it is said to protect so it must do the trick.
Also the best way to get to ghost rapist from sitting on you is simple.
Be home before 9 pm. Stay away from quiet places because ghosts hate noisy places.
Put a hmong knife under your pillow.
and don't sleep like how the dead sleeps. turn sideways.

If get it everynight, then you need to do those following tips because it will eliminate them. It happens to everybody wether they are hmong-whites, blacks and others. Even happened backed in the old days in europe. they have painting of devils sitting or creeping under or behind someone's bed. good luck bros and sis.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ashleylor on January 26, 2009, 05:13:49 PM
im not a good story teller but here's one that happened to my little sister and i was there with her and my other older cuzzin.

when my cuzzins were moving out and me, my sister(she was only 3 years old) and my older cuzzin had
to stay behind to watch the house. while me and my cuzzin were playing cards and stuff, my little sister went
into the kitchen and pointed up at the refrigarator, we asked her what she was pointing at, she said that
she sees a person sitting up there looking at us and it was very bloody, me and my cuzzin got scared cause
we couldnt see it, so we took my little sister back to the living room, but then,once again, she went back to the
kitchen and pointed at the refrigarator again, so we GOT REALLY FREAKED out by now, so we just took her outside
and closed the door so she couldnt keep going to the kitchen and pointing at that thing that she saw, we stayed
outside until my cuzzin's parents came and my parents too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 26, 2009, 09:01:43 PM
Havocrazy,

Thats happened to a few couples I know, I forgot what they call it though...

Its because your wife used to go out a lot and when she did, she picked up a few ghosts and they followed her home. Thats why the ogs say don't go out at night and blah blah blah.

The scary thing is that the ghosts CAN take your wife's spirit with them to the afterlife and that's what preventing her from having kids because they're pissed she won't go with them even though they are sleeping with her.

You should get the red amulet bracelets made for her, as long as she wears it, they won't be able to find her and then yalls can have kids.

Good luck!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 27, 2009, 12:03:29 AM
Late one night during the mid summer of '97 after a TV movie, everybody else in my family started toward their room but I was too tired so I've decided that the sofa is comfortable. As soon as my mom turn off the hallway light which is the only one on at the time, and close her bedroom door. Everything went completely dark except for some little blue beam flashing through our living room windows. Right when I hear my parent's bedroom door shut, I felt a finger playing with my hair (I have pretty long hair back than, when Hmong boys use to part their long hair in the middle). I jerk, but no movement was made, I yelled, but no noise. I know exactly what it is right away and I try to fight it off, luckily my little brother (a baby back than) was crying for a bottle so my mom wake back up to go refill. The moment my mom open her bedroom door and flick the light switch on, I struggle so hard that what ever it was must of let me go 'cause I flew out of the sofa and tumble into the floor. My mom looked at me and said "go to sleep, why are you hiding around in the living room?". I told my mom right than, I know she believed me but than just told me to go to bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 27, 2009, 12:22:20 AM
 I remember that day very well. Me and my little brother was walking home from a long morning of squirrel hunting from our once large land of forest. We came upon an old dead tree, there's no leaves on that tree and the branch is almost wasn't any. My little brother point at the tree and said "you see that?". I looked and all I saw was just an old dead tree, "the tree?" I ask. He stared at it while having the conversation with me "no, that glowing white rope". I look again but didn't see anything so I joke with him saying "lets go home, you're so hungry that you're hallucinating". I also remember very well that look he gave me at that very moment, it was like a "are you blind?, am I the only one seeing this thing?, I am scare and confuse" kind of looked. Well, he got very sick couple days later and acted very weird. My parents invited a shaman over to see if she could solve the problem. After just a short jumping and jingling she stop and said that there's an old tree in the wood near our house that the whites use it to hang black slaves back than and that when me and bro' was walking pass it, some of the black people that die there were boring so they took my little bro' to stay and entertain them. She also added that for us kids not to go hunting alone anymore and that if somehow whenever a kid acted weird at any time and at any places, before leaving or coming home you have to call there name three time and tell them not to stay there and to go home with you. So in the case, the spirits couldn't keep them with the spirits. I still hunt by myself sometimes after that, but I leave my little bro' at home. Come to think about it now, it's scary hunting all by myself but I don't think much about it than. I see that old tree every now and than and wonder sometimes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on January 27, 2009, 03:35:17 AM
I heard this story a while back..it happen in MN..
There was this little hmong boy, who live in MN.  everyday when ever he come home from school he would always go straight down to the basement to play. His parents would always hear him talking to somebody, but they tought that he was just talking to himself. One day they dicided to ask him, and he told them that he had friends down thier to play with.  His parents was like WTF?? So they told him to bring his friends out, he went to the basement and came back and told his parents they didn't want to. His parents was kindda freak out. a few days past and the little boy kept looking down from the 2nd floor of their house to the 1st floor, his parents thought it was weird, and ask him why he was doing that. He then told them that a old white dude fell down the stairs and died at the bottom. His parents where freak out, so they did their little investigation, and did found out that a white guy use to live in that house before they did and he died by fall down the stairs. His parents ask him how he knew, and he told them that his friends in the basement told him.. by now his parents were really scare, so they told him to go ask his friends where they are from, he went and came back to tell them that they are from Laos/thailand. This time his parents are really scare, so they told him to go tell them to go home, so he did. a few days later, they heard him talking in the basement again. when he came up they ask him why his friends didn't go home yet, he reply they did, but all of their houses got destroy. His parents then ask how they got here. he then told them that they flew with air and the air took them here.  His parents were really scare, he also told them that THEY told him there was a lot of ghost at the funeral home. His parents did jingle bells on him, and they found out that his grandma lock a spirit within him, or something like that, thats why they could found him etc...    I kindda forgot what happens in the end but i think he still got those ghost following him around.... :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on January 27, 2009, 03:56:11 AM
HERE'S ANOTHER ONE.   it happen to me
back in the days, i was about 11-13 yrs old. my cuzins where having a ceremony, and shit, and it lasted all day, and towards part of the night. My cuzin and them lived in the projects, but its not ghetto, and shit. its like a duplex projects. these projects just happen to have a forest in the back yard, and down the forest there is the river. well anyways it was getting late out, about 6pm or so, "you know how it gets darker in the fall" me and a bunch of my cuzs were playing COPS AND ROBERS , it just happen that i was a cop and i was chasing my cuzin. well he ran towards the woods and went into the woods, i ran right through some bushes and steped in  a tiny hole and trip,  I looked up and saw a "poj ntxoos" at the edge of the woods, it  was about 15 feet away from me, it had its back turns towards me, it had long light brown hair and was about 3ft tall. I ducken scare my ass off and took off the other way.. as i was running i could fell my heart beating.... when i got to my our base, for cops and robers i told my cuzins and em, then we saw my other cuzs who i chased into the woods, he was running duckin fast too. he was all scare and shit.  and ask y i didn't wait for him, i ask him did he see it, and he told me he saw me scream took off running so he ran too.. we all quit playing and went and told our biggeR cuzs to come look for it with us.. they did and we found nonthing..... I had a few experience with the other siDe, but I tell ya this one was the most terriying one..
you got to experince it to believe it... :-[
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: weeweechu on January 27, 2009, 07:22:59 AM
I remember that day very well. Me and my little brother was walking home from a long morning of squirrel hunting from our once large land of forest. We came upon an old dead tree, there's no leaves on that tree and the branch is almost wasn't any. My little brother point at the tree and said "you see that?". I looked and all I saw was just an old dead tree, "the tree?" I ask. He stared at it while having the conversation with me "no, that glowing white rope". I look again but didn't see anything so I joke with him saying "lets go home, you're so hungry that you're hallucinating". I also remember very well that look he gave me at that very moment, it was like a "are you blind?, am I the only one seeing this thing?, I am scare and confuse" kind of looked. Well, he got very sick couple days later and acted very weird. My parents invited a shaman over to see if she could solve the problem. After just a short jumping and jingling she stop and said that there's an old tree in the wood near our house that the whites use it to hang black slaves back than and that when me and bro' was walking pass it, some of the black people that die there were boring so they took my little bro' to stay and entertain them. She also added that for us kids not to go hunting alone anymore and that if somehow whenever a kid acted weird at any time and at any places, before leaving or coming home you have to call there name three time and tell them not to stay there and to go home with you. So in the case, the spirits couldn't keep them with the spirits. I still hunt by myself sometimes after that, but I leave my little bro' at home. Come to think about it now, it's scary hunting all by myself but I don't think much about it than. I see that old tree every now and than and wonder sometimes.

 :o man that's creepy. Well when my sister had her baby, my mom would always tell them that if you visit me or anybody and it's late at night befor you go home call the baby home too and when you get home call the baby home too so that his spirit will follow you and not stay behind. I never knew the reason why, I just thought it was weird.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 27, 2009, 11:38:26 AM
I hear story about a Hmong lady that was leaving her grandma's funeral home on the second night because she was too tired staying up the first night. Her story was this, she pulled out from the funeral home's parking lot and heading straight to a red light. She stop there and waited for the green light, than one of her cousin pulled up beside her beeping her horn. They told her that she left about an hour ago and why is she still there at the light. Now, she didn't remember falling asleep or drowsing, all she know was that she just pulled out from the parking lot and stop at the light but somehow an hour has passed. Afterward, they did the shaman on her and found out that her grandma didn't want her to leave. So when she was at the stop light, her grandma made it so that she don't see the green light come on so she won't go. And also to make her feel an hour passed like a couple of minutes only.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on January 27, 2009, 11:44:02 AM
Oh, this is the best thread in PH...keep coming for more :D :D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: weeweechu on January 27, 2009, 03:44:33 PM
Yeah, this is the best thread in PH. I read through all stories and comments.  I don't have any to share, but based on my observation, it seems like all the folks with these stories are all shamanism, not Christian or other religion.  Most stories in here mentioned about ua neeg/do jingle bell.  I am curious to know.  Why is that?  Is it because it just happen to be that all that came across this thread are all shamanism or is it because only shamanism experience paranormal/spirits/ghosts? 

Also, as someone mentioned, you always put a knife under your pillow or around your bed so that "thing" doesn't come sit on you and it seemed like that "thing" only comes when you sleep on your back.  I always try not to sleep on my back, but on my side.   My husband always put a knife next to our bed and nothing unusual has happened **knock on woods** though at times he does yell, cry or laugh in his sleep.  My father-in-law experienced shadowy figure at times and he always put a knife under his pillow.  I don't know if that helps because I never dare to ask since I'm too scared of what they will tell me. 

I'm a church goer and I experience a lot of paranormal stuff...but what does religion have to do with paranormal activity?? I think it's just that there is such thing as a spirit world and we live amongst each other...lol but what do I know. I heard that the shadows rape you when you sleep on your tummy too...they must like d style too.   :3some:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 27, 2009, 06:51:29 PM
Back in Sacramento, there's a lot of Hmong gang related murders. I remember back than in the late '80s, one of my uncle's friend was killed in a drive-by shooting. Couple days later I was hanging out with my uncle and his buddies and over heard a conversation. They were talking about an incident that happened two nights after his friend's passing, it wasn't a retaliation plan or anything though. This is what happened, my uncle and his buddies was sitting outside one of his other friend's front porch just talking about the good time and the bad. Everyone was drinking a lot that night and kept on pouring some for his dead friend. Than one of 'em was smoking a joint and kept on saying how much he misses his friend already, that's when all of a sudden the little small bush in front of the house started shaking by itself. Everybody heard it, saw it, and stood up staring at it. Than that one friend holding the joint, put it down on the porch and said "hey friend, if it's you come over here and have a puff with me". The bush stop shaking than to all's amazement, the joint laying down on the porch started burning up like someone is puffing on it. They watch it doing that for awhile than went in to house except for that one dude that lay down the joint. He said that after everyone left, the joint stop burning and the bush started shaking again. I think that, that's his friend way of saying I'm right here and hey I'm leaving now. At first I was like what?, you guys are just high and drunk but than again on second thoughts, they've all saw it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on January 27, 2009, 06:54:38 PM
I heard that the shadows rape you when you sleep on your tummy too...

u can say that again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on January 28, 2009, 10:34:45 AM
Last night I didn't get any ZZZZZZZZZZ because of the ghost stories in here.  In the dark, my eyes kept looking for shawdows and lord knows what....and yes, finally crept under the blanket and surrender to exhaustion. 

Today, i'm a little restless, cranky...thank goodness for coffee.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 28, 2009, 11:54:47 AM
actually religion has nothing to do with paranomial...i will tell you guys two different story based on shamanism and christianity..

first there was a lady in california and she converted into a chirstian so she can be like others. and so one day her kid was sick and her kid died so he pray for god and nothing happen.  Her second kid die and so she pray and pray and her kid died. so she asked why god had taken her kids when all she has ever done was to serve him. god did nothing for her and so she converted back to shamanism and everything was fine.

the second case..
a hmong family in thailand lived on a hill and on the other side was a graveyeard and so the hmong family had a daughter that would always go to school and seens like she would always be talking to someone early in the mornning. well the students at school becamse supicious because every morning and even when she would come and go, she would be talking to someone as soon as she leave the premise. one day she was coming to school and a friend of mine/students saw her talking to someone and she was holding the unbrella for him but in her words she said her HE friend was holding it for her and that he was her lover but noone could see the mystery guy.
and so even at home the family grew supicous of the activites going on around her because she would talk and there would be nobody. and so her family did neeg and found out that the land behind their house was a grave yard and that one of the ghost had fell in love with her so he decided to visit her and be her lover.

the family got scared and after jingle bells it didn't working and so they decided to convert to christianity and it did the trick. the ghost couldn't find her anymore and she was safe. FYI they said she was hott...haha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 28, 2009, 12:03:02 PM
Even in the human world, ghosts can travel to different places using cars, planes and others as a source of tansportation. There have been many cases of ghosts hopping on people's car.  Like the once mysterious case of the famous Voltage singer, it was told that in the late 90, voltage was travling in california when he was stopped by a highway trooper and pulled over a gas station. the police asked him why his kid was flicking him off and voltage said he has no kid in the back of the seat. the police said he saw his kid flicking him off, but then the police looked back and there was no kid so the police let voltage go. voltage go scared and called his brother to pick him up..

don't know if this story is true, but it is surely one of the most talked rumors backed in the days.

will brief about the special moments when someone dies. i have experiment it first hand so i will let evryone know. later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 28, 2009, 01:24:40 PM
I'm a church goer and I experience a lot of paranormal stuff...but what does religion have to do with paranormal activity?? I think it's just that there is such thing as a spirit world and we live amongst each other...lol but what do I know. I heard that the shadows rape you when you sleep on your tummy too...they must like d style too.   :3some:

there are such things as half-ass christians.

it's true that these threads are mostly written by shamanist ppl.

christian in hmong means banishment of spirits.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 28, 2009, 01:28:17 PM
actually religion has nothing to do with paranomial...i will tell you guys two different story based on shamanism and christianity..

first there was a lady in california and she converted into a chirstian so she can be like others. and so one day her kid was sick and her kid died so he pray for god and nothing happen.  Her second kid die and so she pray and pray and her kid died. so she asked why god had taken her kids when all she has ever done was to serve him. god did nothing for her and so she converted back to shamanism and everything was fine.

the second case..
a hmong family in thailand lived on a hill and on the other side was a graveyeard and so the hmong family had a daughter that would always go to school and seens like she would always be talking to someone early in the mornning. well the students at school becamse supicious because every morning and even when she would come and go, she would be talking to someone as soon as she leave the premise. one day she was coming to school and a friend of mine/students saw her talking to someone and she was holding the unbrella for him but in her words she said her HE friend was holding it for her and that he was her lover but noone could see the mystery guy.
and so even at home the family grew supicous of the activites going on around her because she would talk and there would be nobody. and so her family did neeg and found out that the land behind their house was a grave yard and that one of the ghost had fell in love with her so he decided to visit her and be her lover.

the family got scared and after jingle bells it didn't working and so they decided to convert to christianity and it did the trick. the ghost couldn't find her anymore and she was safe. FYI they said she was hott...haha

lol. ur christian story sounds fake. that's like what a typical shaman would say. and obviously she was not a devout christian because she converted and was probably only a christian to begin with cuz like u said she wanted to be like others.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on January 28, 2009, 02:34:49 PM
Even in the human world, ghosts can travel to different places using cars, planes and others as a source of tansportation. There have been many cases of ghosts hopping on people's car.  Like the once mysterious case of the famous Voltage singer, it was told that in the late 90, voltage was travling in california when he was stopped by a highway trooper and pulled over a gas station. the police asked him why his kid was flicking him off and voltage said he has no kid in the back of the seat. the police said he saw his kid flicking him off, but then the police looked back and there was no kid so the police let voltage go. voltage go scared and called his brother to pick him up..

don't know if this story is true, but it is surely one of the most talked rumors backed in the days.

will brief about the special moments when someone dies. i have experiment it first hand so i will let evryone know. later

That's just a rumor.  I know him pretty well and he's never told us a story like that before.  But there are alot of stories that relate to the many "back" country hwys. there are in Cali.  Like Hwy# 41....between the 101 and the 5.  Because when you're in Cali...you do nothing but travel from place to place.   ;) ;) ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: weeweechu on January 28, 2009, 03:03:49 PM
oooo talk about HWYs late one night my sis and bro-n-law were driving home from my mom's house, when they merged into their exit they saw this white man sitting in front of the exit sign. All he had on were a t-shirt and boxers and my sis said he looked soo lost. The next day they saw that some people had left white flowers beside that exit because the day before they saw that man, there was a car accident and the man died instantly.  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 28, 2009, 09:53:15 PM
there are such things as half-ass christians.
it's true that these threads are mostly written by shamanist ppl.
christian in hmong means banishment of spirits.

ol. ur christian story sounds fake. that's like what a typical shaman would say. and obviously she was not a devout christian because she converted and was probably only a christian to begin with cuz like u said she wanted to be like others.


Gatorade, you sound like a faithfull ass christian, good to know you are really deep in the religion. did you know that people die because of you believers who thinks that god is everything and that is where millions died of trying to convert other people into your religion. all this fighting and killing needs to stop, it needs to end, why are you christians/jesus believers killing other cultures just because they have a different god. all you true believers know what i am talking about...too much faith i religion can kill a person.  Religion is there to serve the human soul and mind, not to convert others and start many holy wars...

when i am telling the story i was not thinking about who i like or which religion i hate. for god's sake, we are telling stories in here, not gibberish about "oh she was not faithfull to the lord, she was half"..

if you are a true believer, i want you to go to church and pray every sec and do chrarity work or become a priest and take care of those poor hmongs in the jungle..now that's a faithful person..you should know that nomatter who writes these stories whether they are hmong/others, shamans, christs, others. the point is it doesn't matter who you are as long as you have a ghost story to tell then it is all good..

i would like to rephrase on whgat you said
"lol. ur christian story sounds fake. that's like what a typical shaman would say. and obviously she was not a devout christian because she converted and was probably only a christian to begin with cuz like u said she wanted to be like others. "
Now i am LOLZ laughing at you because you are describing yourself..  the reason you are defending that story is because that story hurted your feelings huh little gatorade...how do you know it was fake..if you don't like what you are reading then don't read it. go to some other website. this is all about pebhmong. it did not say peb shamans or peb christians..it is us, the color tan, as long as your hmong then it doesn't matter on your faith.
Don't hate on my story even if i don't descirbe every little detail, but if you want to then pm me so i can give you every detail to whatever story you don't under stand.

you sounded like you are too deep in faith. i have faith in everything including spirits, gods and other's religion because i respect everyone's culture unlike you bro. well enough of the chat..on to my next story..
will post soon...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: weeweechu on January 29, 2009, 07:47:22 AM
why are we talking about religion on a ghost story thread, that's why there's the faith and belief thread. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on January 29, 2009, 08:01:49 AM
Just tell the Ghost Stories men!!  Tell them so that peeps like Dok_Champa and I get the heebie jeebies!!!   :) :) :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: peas_n_queues on January 29, 2009, 09:03:32 AM
Just tell the Ghost Stories men!!  Tell them so that peeps like Dok_Champa and I get the heebie jeebies!!!   :) :) :)

ditto.  I shouldn't have read this at work last night.  I swear there was someone in my car while I was driving home last night ... or maybe it was just my paranoia.


I have a story ...

My husband and I used to live in the house my in-laws currently live in.  It's close to a funeral home.  One night while we were driving home, the funeral home folks were pulling out somebody's body from their car.  Her arm fell out from under the covers & off the gurney.  I saw it and didn't say anything to my husband.  We got home, went to bed. 

Early the next morning, he got up and went to work.  I was still in bed half asleep and knew he had left for work and closed the door & locked it ... all that good stuff.  A few minutes later, I felt a presence in our house/studio/room.  I felt it walking towards me and then right up close to my bed where I was sleeping.  I couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything.  For some reason it felt like that presence was that same dead person I had seen the night before.  It felt that way anyways - like it wasn't Hmong.  I was struggling and finally got a scream out (at least I was attempting a scream, what actually came out was only a low moan).  That woke me up, scared it away or something.  I told my husband about it and he was like, it's probably just because you were half asleep.  Probably ... since that has never happened to me before and has never happened since.

Another one ...
This happened when we were kids ... one of my younger sisters was at that age where she was losing her baby teeth and her adult teeth were coming in.  Well, one night, out of nowhere she starts screaming and yelling and crying as if someone/something was taunting her.  She kept pointing to it and crying and screaming.  Scared the crap out of the rest of us kids because we couldn't see it.  My mom grabs a broom and starts cursing it and batting with the broom at where ever my sister was pointing and spitting at it.  I can't remember if my mom did that heading out the door or what but my sister eventually stopped.  Ack, goosebumps telling this one.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on January 29, 2009, 10:58:54 AM
backed in the old day in america when i was learning the qeej and so every night i would come home around 7 pr 8 pm at night and i would feel a presence behind my back.  It was neither someone was followiing me or it was a spririt who had heard the sound of qeej. it happened everytime and evrything i got scared i would brushed it off by say very loud things. like "damn i'm so ducken pissed off, better watch out mothaf*****"..this is a way of scaring them off...or if you are strong hearted just say the phrase" If you are human then come out and if your are a ghost then go away"..haha... one way is if they follow you and you have your hair sticking up..what you do is

put your finger in your mouth and go like "Peee" split it out like three times and say don't follow me then they will not follow you...this is what we used to do back in the calif when we would go off into the danger zone....later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 29, 2009, 02:40:37 PM
there are such things as half-ass christians.
it's true that these threads are mostly written by shamanist ppl.
christian in hmong means banishment of spirits.

ol. ur christian story sounds fake. that's like what a typical shaman would say. and obviously she was not a devout christian because she converted and was probably only a christian to begin with cuz like u said she wanted to be like others.


Gatorade, you sound like a faithfull ass christian, good to know you are really deep in the religion. did you know that people die because of you believers who thinks that god is everything and that is where millions died of trying to convert other people into your religion. all this fighting and killing needs to stop, it needs to end, why are you christians/jesus believers killing other cultures just because they have a different god. all you true believers know what i am talking about...too much faith i religion can kill a person.  Religion is there to serve the human soul and mind, not to convert others and start many holy wars...

when i am telling the story i was not thinking about who i like or which religion i hate. for god's sake, we are telling stories in here, not gibberish about "oh she was not faithfull to the lord, she was half"..

if you are a true believer, i want you to go to church and pray every sec and do chrarity work or become a priest and take care of those poor hmongs in the jungle..now that's a faithful person..you should know that nomatter who writes these stories whether they are hmong/others, shamans, christs, others. the point is it doesn't matter who you are as long as you have a ghost story to tell then it is all good..

i would like to rephrase on whgat you said
"lol. ur christian story sounds fake. that's like what a typical shaman would say. and obviously she was not a devout christian because she converted and was probably only a christian to begin with cuz like u said she wanted to be like others. "
Now i am LOLZ laughing at you because you are describing yourself..  the reason you are defending that story is because that story hurted your feelings huh little gatorade...how do you know it was fake..if you don't like what you are reading then don't read it. go to some other website. this is all about pebhmong. it did not say peb shamans or peb christians..it is us, the color tan, as long as your hmong then it doesn't matter on your faith.
Don't hate on my story even if i don't descirbe every little detail, but if you want to then pm me so i can give you every detail to whatever story you don't under stand.

you sounded like you are too deep in faith. i have faith in everything including spirits, gods and other's religion because i respect everyone's culture unlike you bro. well enough of the chat..on to my next story..
will post soon...

i am doing charity work by teaching you on here. but i forgive your petty attempts at insulting me. since you seemed to have so many experiences, i would recommend you seek our Saviour.

i'll tell you a story...

once upon a time, there were these hmong ppl who always had experiences with the supernatural, they converted to christianity and found a better life and no more did they fear death or the unknown.

the end.

p.s. hope you liked my story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on January 29, 2009, 10:36:30 PM
yO gay-terade gurl, why don't you go preach your religion to those muslim people in the middle east... your holy war is over there, not in here.  also if your religion is so great then why do those hmong people who convert into christianity, when they die how come they always gots to come back and do their funeral the real hmong style.  I guess they don't want to go see jesus, but want to go see their ancestor.. hahaha ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 30, 2009, 01:41:11 AM
Highway ghosts. My mom shared a story with me back when she use to work for a small factory company with lots of other Hmong parents and they talk about these things all the time, you guys know how us Hmong people is. Will, they all worked 2nd shift and one night a young Hmong lady was driving just minding her own going home late at night as usual. Soon as she pulled up to a stop sign right after getting off the exit, she looked over to her left to make sure she's clear than turn to looked over her right. That's when she saw a white man sitting on the passenger side in the car with her. She was so shock, so frighten she forgot to scream. The old man asked her in a very empty calmly voice "can you help me find my home?", he paused and than added "I'm lost and very hungry, please do you have anything for me to eat?". The young Hmong lady just started crying historically and speed her vehicle all the way home, afterward she admit she don't remember when the ghost left. Maybe her historical cry scared it away, just kidding. Anyway, her family did do a ceremony on her and the shaman said she's okay that the spirit didn't mean any harm whatsoever . It really was just lost and hungry and needed help. That's first part of her story. Than this to me is the sad part when the shaman went to the location of the place where she claim she'd saw the man. The shaman burn three inscents with some paper and told the spirit to take the money and go buy himself some good food. And than that he might not know it already but he is dead and can never find his home ever again. And for him not to spend his time looking for his family anymore and for him to just go on and start a new life. After all the saying and the ritual, everybody went back home and the shaman told them that the old man die there a long time ago in a car accident and since than have been looking for his family. And unlike us Hmong, the white don't burn their dead ones money so the man was very poor and hungry and have nowhere to turn. And after the shaman told the man that he is dead, the old man's face went sad and it looked like he was crying or trying to but no tears was falling. Than just like that the old man's ghost disappear, the shaman said that that's when the spirit can go and reincarnate. Rest in peace.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 30, 2009, 03:14:15 AM
^Its kinda like in the 6th sense, where the ghosts don't know that they've died  :X

Speaking of 6th sense, mine has nothing to do with ghosts but with money.
I can always tell when money is or is not coming my way, especially if I'm gambling :X

But I wish I had recorded the ghost stories my father used to tell me as a kid.
His favorite were about pinuvi (spelling?).
How they lived in trees and stuff.
He even swore he saw a pinuvi back in Laos one night when he was coming back from macking on girls, he heard some noise above him and when he looked in the trees, he saw a huge ape-like thing with bllod red eyes staring and laughing at him. He was scared shitless and ran all the way home. From then on, whenever he went macking, he brought a friend or a gun :X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 30, 2009, 12:29:30 PM
yO gay-terade gurl, why don't you go preach your religion to those muslim people in the middle east... your holy war is over there, not in here.  also if your religion is so great then why do those hmong people who convert into christianity, when they die how come they always gots to come back and do their funeral the real hmong style.  I guess they don't want to go see jesus, but want to go see their ancestor.. hahaha ;D

lol. shamanists tend to resort to name calling because THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.

ironically, we have some dumb hmong shaman soldiers eating IED's in IRAQ in the name of christianity too. that's sad. which shows your ignorance that our war in iraq or the middle east isn't necessarily about religion.

to TEACH you and answer your question, those hmong christians you speak of generally end up having a hmong funeral because their ignorant family members want to deny their wish of a christian burial and just decide for them. it is extremely rare for a hmong christian who was devout to the faith to ever request a traditional burial. actually it's virtually unheard of.

lol. hope that helps. if not, i'll be back to answer any other questions you may have.

notice i need not call you names like u do me.  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: peas_n_queues on January 30, 2009, 01:16:09 PM
DROP THE RELIGION DISCUSSION!!  TAKE IT TO THE RELIGION FORUM!!  I REALLY JUST WANT TO READ GHOST STORIES IN THE HMONG GHOST STORIES THREAD.  THANK YOU!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on January 30, 2009, 01:52:25 PM
lol. shamanists tend to resort to name calling because THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.

ironically, we have some dumb hmong shaman soldiers eating IED's in IRAQ in the name of christianity too. that's sad. which shows your ignorance that our war in iraq or the middle east isn't necessarily about religion.

to TEACH you and answer your question, those hmong christians you speak of generally end up having a hmong funeral because their ignorant family members want to deny their wish of a christian burial and just decide for them. it is extremely rare for a hmong christian who was devout to the faith to ever request a traditional burial. actually it's virtually unheard of.

lol. hope that helps. if not, i'll be back to answer any other questions you may have.

notice i need not call you names like u do me.  ;)

PLEEAASE!!!  Tell ghost stories!!  Religion doesn't belong in this forum!!!  how many times do we have to tell you.  Why aren't the MODs doing anything??   >:( >:( >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on January 30, 2009, 02:53:34 PM
lol. shamanists tend to resort to name calling because THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO.

ironically, we have some dumb hmong shaman soldiers eating IED's in IRAQ in the name of christianity too. that's sad. which shows your ignorance that our war in iraq or the middle east isn't necessarily about religion.

to TEACH you and answer your question, those hmong christians you speak of generally end up having a hmong funeral because their ignorant family members want to deny their wish of a christian burial and just decide for them. it is extremely rare for a hmong christian who was devout to the faith to ever request a traditional burial. actually it's virtually unheard of.

lol. hope that helps. if not, i'll be back to answer any other questions you may have.

notice i need not call you names like u do me.  ;)

First of all how many hmong soilder have you heard been eating ied in iraq? they knew what they were gonna end up doing when they joined the army/marines or whatever branch  they are in. beside how many hmong soilders do you see come back and go crazy!! like them white soilders. umm i guess jesus ain't helping them.. thats why they go wacko..also they war in iraq is about religion, thats y 911 happen. its called the new age crusade...
-also one of my buddies parents converted into christianity, after many years they moved into a new house, his mom got really sick, she started to go crazy. they took her to the hospital and all and i guess god was not helping her.  they decided to "ua neeg" and found out that she was posses by a white men who died in the house they lived in.  they ua neeg, and she recover, they finally came back into shamanism...
gayterade guy, you sound like a smart guy, but when it comes to religion, you are just like all them other true hmong believers, if you would get a chance you would preach how great your religion is. Have you ever heard the story about the HMONG KING, and Jesus... if not i could tell you.. hahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on January 30, 2009, 03:04:08 PM
ok this happen to a couple of my buddies. it was about 3 yrs ago, we always use to go clubin, out of town.  after a while, one of my buddy was sleeping and he wakes up, he saw a dark figure crawing threw his window, and he got molested..  mean while my other buddy, the same thing happen to him, so one day we was kicking and one of em, decided to tell us the story.  then the other said "no shit, the same thing happen to me.  they both got freak out, and decided to think back, and found out that when it happen, it happen to both of them the same night. they did jingle bells and the both of them had to bring the ghost, back to the club, cuz they found out that the ghost followed them from the club. after they did that and came back home, they got lost "note it was night out"  they couldn't find their way home they kept driving but would always come back to the same place. good thing for technology, they use their cellphone and call us boys to go get them, so we did. and got them to come back... home, it was a weird thing... but after a while we heard more stories about that club... scary..... that club use to  be a funeral home..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 30, 2009, 05:22:54 PM
I know right?, I hate those followers. I remember once when my dad took us kids fishing, after we came back my from the trip my little bro' just can't stop crying. We called up the shaman right away and when they arrive they did some ritual with gingers and said that a river ghost follow us home but the shaman had chase it away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 30, 2009, 05:24:33 PM
Oh yeah!, and the reason my little bro' kept crying was because the ghost like him and try to play with him, and he's the only one that can see the ghost because he still have his baby teeth than.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 30, 2009, 05:29:31 PM
First of all how many hmong soilder have you heard been eating ied in iraq? they knew what they were gonna end up doing when they joined the army/marines or whatever branch  they are in. beside how many hmong soilders do you see come back and go crazy!! like them white soilders. umm i guess jesus ain't helping them.. thats why they go wacko..also they war in iraq is about religion, thats y 911 happen. its called the new age crusade...
-also one of my buddies parents converted into christianity, after many years they moved into a new house, his mom got really sick, she started to go crazy. they took her to the hospital and all and i guess god was not helping her.  they decided to "ua neeg" and found out that she was posses by a white men who died in the house they lived in.  they ua neeg, and she recover, they finally came back into shamanism...
gayterade guy, you sound like a smart guy, but when it comes to religion, you are just like all them other true hmong believers, if you would get a chance you would preach how great your religion is. Have you ever heard the story about the HMONG KING, and Jesus... if not i could tell you.. hahaha

ah yes, if they're not eating IEDs they are probably eating ak-47s, but still coming home in body bags. lol. u present your arguments like a little school girl. my point, is not per se what hmong soldiers are eating in iraq, just in case u missed my point, but it's to point out that shamans are dieing in the name of Christ as u seem to wrongly think is the reason we are in the middle east.

secondly, to say that hmong soldiers are somehow immune to emotional trauma and other side effects of war, u truly must be lacking in knowledge. a simple example would be those hmong vietnam war veterans who are still paranoid about the communist and viets raiding their villages in the middle of the night trying to gut them and their families. but i guess those hmongs must be Christian hmong soldiers, because a shaman hmong soldier is impervious to such things. LMAO.

just because jihadists and extreme muslims attacked us (i.e. 9/11) for religious reasons doesn't mean that our defense of ourselves to eliminate such terroristic acts is because we want to spread Christianity to the middle east. that's is such a thick headed claim. if u ever watched the news, u'd realize what some of the real issues are regarding the middle east. but of course u'd probably respond with some religious conspiracy that all the major news channel are owned by Christians and you are far more informed than them.

u and your bogus story. here's my story, a long time ago, a woman who wasn't christian kept having spiritual encounters, so she converted and was baptized and has never since experienced such things again. how do you like my story? LOL.

really, shamans like YOU, shouldn't even bother with medical medicines. you should just rely on your "jingle bells..." don't you think?

well thank you for your compliment. do share your story about the hmong king and Jesus. in order to be smart, one has to be well rounded.

on the contrary, i'm merely agreeing with some observations in here that most of the story tellers in here are shamans. and the only "scary" stories told in here involving Christians are told by Hmong shamnans. i'm not preeching to you or any other non-believers, simply agreeing with some comments and defending the Christian faith.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 30, 2009, 05:38:36 PM
I remember back in the early 80's there was this one family that got drive-by because their sons were gangsters. Everyone was okay except for the youngest boy in the family, maybe around 8 or 9 at the time. He was taking a nap on the sofa when the shooting occur and is the innocent one too. When he was alive, he loved watching Bruce Lee's movie. The night after they buried him, he came back and try to put on the VCR. They said that, that first night they'll hear someone messing with the VCR and TV even when everybody went to bed already. It kept on for a week and finally one night his mom left the TV on with one of Bruce Lee's film playing in it. After that he came to her in a dream and said "thanks, and that he love her very much". Ever since than it had stop.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ImTHATgrL on January 30, 2009, 07:51:55 PM
Here's a ghost story that happened:

A woman and her family just moved to a new house. She couldnt sleep because it was still a bit awkward living there and she needed time to get use to the place. After she put her kids to bed and her husband went to bed too, she went to work on her computer in the living room. It began to get really late but she still wasnt tired. Her back was turned to the living room where she had set up her desk and she heard a childs laughter, very quiet, coming from the hallway behind her. She looked around and saw a shadow slip through the hallway and so she thought her daughter had woken up. She called out her daughters name but didnt get a reply. So she got up from her desk and went to the hallway and still did not see anything. She assumed her daughter had ran into her room which made her somewhat angry because she was suppose to be sleeping. She went to her daughters bedroom and opened the door expecting to see her daughter awake....but to her surprise she was fast asleep. This woman sat there staring at her daughter for a few minutes and then went back to the living room. As she sat down, she heard the laughter again, she turned her computer off and went to bed too freaked out by the laughter.... :-\

Theres more but I will post another time
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 30, 2009, 11:18:18 PM
Wow!, 333. That's something. That's just like Michael Jordan #23 is the main all star basketball player for the Chicago Bulls but he also always has Scottie Pippen #33 watching and backing him up to MVP.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on January 31, 2009, 01:18:34 PM
ah yes, if they're not eating IEDs they are probably eating ak-47s, but still coming home in body bags. lol. u present your arguments like a little school girl. my point, is not per se what hmong soldiers are eating in iraq, just in case u missed my point, but it's to point out that shamans are dieing in the name of Christ as u seem to wrongly think is the reason we are in the middle east.

secondly, to say that hmong soldiers are somehow immune to emotional trauma and other side effects of war, u truly must be lacking in knowledge. a simple example would be those hmong vietnam war veterans who are still paranoid about the communist and viets raiding their villages in the middle of the night trying to gut them and their families. but i guess those hmongs must be Christian hmong soldiers, because a shaman hmong soldier is impervious to such things. LMAO.

just because jihadists and extreme muslims attacked us (i.e. 9/11) for religious reasons doesn't mean that our defense of ourselves to eliminate such terroristic acts is because we want to spread Christianity to the middle east. that's is such a thick headed claim. if u ever watched the news, u'd realize what some of the real issues are regarding the middle east. but of course u'd probably respond with some religious conspiracy that all the major news channel are owned by Christians and you are far more informed than them.

u and your bogus story. here's my story, a long time ago, a woman who wasn't christian kept having spiritual encounters, so she converted and was baptized and has never since experienced such things again. how do you like my story? LOL.

really, shamans like YOU, shouldn't even bother with medical medicines. you should just rely on your "jingle bells..." don't you think?

well thank you for your compliment. do share your story about the hmong king and Jesus. in order to be smart, one has to be well rounded.

on the contrary, i'm merely agreeing with some observations in here that most of the story tellers in here are shamans. and the only "scary" stories told in here involving Christians are told by Hmong shamnans. i'm not preeching to you or any other non-believers, simply agreeing with some comments and defending the Christian faith.

how many shamen do you see come home in body bags who die for christ. you must be dumb to not realize that a shaman is someone who is bless with ability to help others mainly older hmong people. a shaman is a txiv nees, just in case you don't know. not a hmong soilder, seems like you don't know anything about the hmong culture, thats probably a reason why you converted into christainity just to get away from the hmong culture, cuz your one of those clueless people who don't know shit. and the only reason hmong soilder are in iraq is because they decided to join the arm forces, and don't have a choice but to go fight.  also just because the main religion of whites is christ.  does not mean that they are fighting for christ.. how many shaman die fighting for christ.  i see none, but i see them around town helping other hmong families.
also we do rely on medicine, unlike you christian, just go and pray at your church. and donate your money, so your church can be rich.  you say you agree with some comments and defending your faith, well guess what its the same here.

long ago, god sent the hmong king and jesus down to earth, the hmong king was suppose to come first, but jesus stole his place and came first. god was really upset, many years later god finally caught up to jesus and punish him for his crime, so he got punish on the crosse and die, many stupid people thought that he was  a messiah, and was sent to help them, but they were wrong, thats the real story of jesus..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on January 31, 2009, 01:45:18 PM
how many shamen do you see come home in body bags who die for christ. you must be dumb to not realize that a shaman is someone who is bless with ability to help others mainly older hmong people. a shaman is a txiv nees, just in case you don't know. not a hmong soilder, seems like you don't know anything about the hmong culture, thats probably a reason why you converted into christainity just to get away from the hmong culture, cuz your one of those clueless people who don't know shit. and the only reason hmong soilder are in iraq is because they decided to join the arm forces, and don't have a choice but to go fight.  also just because the main religion of whites is christ.  does not mean that they are fighting for christ.. how many shaman die fighting for christ.  i see none, but i see them around town helping other hmong families.
also we do rely on medicine, unlike you christian, just go and pray at your church. and donate your money, so your church can be rich.  you say you agree with some comments and defending your faith, well guess what its the same here.

long ago, god sent the hmong king and jesus down to earth, the hmong king was suppose to come first, but jesus stole his place and came first. god was really upset, many years later god finally caught up to jesus and punish him for his crime, so he got punish on the crosse and die, many stupid people thought that he was  a messiah, and was sent to help them, but they were wrong, thats the real story of jesus..

Wow interesting concept about Jesus Christ, Hmong King, eating IEDs in Iraq. First of all, I'm currently stationed in Iraq as a soldier, I'm also a Christian who respect our traditional ways. No matter who you are, if it's your time...you're gonna go. I've know Christians, Atheists, and other religious believers that are killed here. When it's your time.....it's your time. Trust me, when the bomb hits or there's an attack...most will call unto whatever God/gods/spirit they believe for protection. This whole concept of one is better than the other in my mind...is retarded.

OK, second of all....we really need to leave this place for GHOST STORIES!!! If you two want to talk about your religious views, there's another forum for that.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on January 31, 2009, 01:57:30 PM
I don't have a lot of personal ghost/spirit experiences but I like hearing them from others around me and share it w/ you all.
This is from one of my friend living in Wisconsin. She told me when they first got to the US in the late 80s and moved into their first house, she experienced something frighten.
It was an old house out in the middle of nowhere and she never had a good feeling about the house in the first place. Well one night when she was sleeping in her room next to her three siblings, she heard a scratching at the window. She look and it look like a man covered in dirt and feathers with an animal skull on his head. The man was staring intensely at her and it started to scratch the window again until it became so loud that she thought he was going to break it! This occurred a couple times during the first week but being so new to this country, she thought it was an "American" and that's what they do (lol). She finally told her parents and they got scared so they called an Shaman to look into this. The shaman came and did his thing and told them that the one scratching on their window was also a shaman of some sort from another time. He wasn't please with having the Hmong family living in the house because this place was his sacred ground to him. Many years later, my friend did some research and found out that that area was home to one of the Native American tribes that was later exterminated by the Americans in the 1800s. The spirit lingers on......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on February 01, 2009, 02:07:53 AM
this happen when i was still in high school. where i live there are plenty of bluffs around. One night after me and 3 of my buddies got done studying we decided to go hike up the bluffs. it started to get dark out.  it was early spring so it got dark close to 7pm.  we hiked in the woods about half a mile, and follow a trail up to the top of the bluff, we almost made it to the top when we came acrosse a field of grass, we decided to sit down and watch the night sky to see if we can see any shooting stars. we were sitting for about 10 mins when i notice a light down in the forest, from the spot that we were at we could see the city already. i told my buddies if they see it too, and they all saw it. we knew it was not a camp fire, or a flash light. we all thought it was weird, then all out of nowhere we heard the sound of drums coming from that direction. it was those drums that the hmong people would play at the funeral. cuz you know how they have a beat to hitting the drum. we would hear it then it would stop and a minute later it would start beating agan. we all got freak out. and started our journey back down into the forest. as we got down, one of our buddy decided that we should go investigate,  we had a vote and decided "sure why not" we hike along the trail towards the direction of the light, but to our suprise the light dissappear and the sound of the drum too. "also the leaves just started to appear on the trees so we could see clearly in the forest.  we thought it was creepy so we hiked back to our cars with speed.

also in high school, i would always get molested by ghost.  the first time it happen to me was when me and my cuzs was at my cuzs house, we stayed up all night telling ghost stories. i came home in the moring when the sun was up, and went to sleep, but all of a sudden i saw a dark figure come up to me and shit i couldnt moved, i try to scream to my little brothers but nonthing came out, i finally got free and was like wtf... it happen to me on and off, i kept track of it and it would happen once every 3 months.  one of those times i was sleeping and my head was turn towards my clock, it was 10:05 i fell asleep then i had this feeling and woke up just to see a black figure next to my window, i could move or talk i try moving and shit, but then i remember that i had a gold necklace with a buddha on it, somehow i move one of my hand and show it to the black figure, out of the blues the shadow figure started, to strangle me with my necklace, i try my hardest and broke free and fell from my bed, i got freak out and went to turn on the lights, i looked at my clock, and it was only 10:10pm,  it happen for 5 mins. i went to the bathroom and look at my neck in the mirror and to my suprise my neck was red with lines from my necklace. i got scare and went to sleep at my cuz's house.
a few months pass and i finally told my parents, they were "ua neej" for my dad, and decided to ask the shaman "who was my grandfather, to look into my problem too, later on after everyone left, my parents told me that my grandpa said that i've been playing to much in the forest that it followed me home. I was like wtf. i've have been in the forest alot. cuz we also go hiking in the bluffs.
ever since then i'd stop hiking in those curse bluffs.
after a while, i met a guy in college and he told me that the bluffs we always go hike on alot of hmong people would send evil spirits to throw away up there, i was like foreals. shit scare the shit out of me.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on February 01, 2009, 03:15:52 AM
this happen during the vietnam war in laos. in this one village everybody moved out cuz they were afraid of the vietcongs, except for one family. In that family there was two daughter in their teens. One day a hmong guy came and started to mack on them. He would come once in a while to chat with them. It just so happen that their grandma was home and saw them talking with with him. after he left their grandma ask them who they were talking to, and they reply a hmong guy. their grandma was suspicious  and ask where he live since there was no one else in the village, they told her he live at the egde of town, their grandma then told them that if he come again pour these white dust/powder on his head. The next day the guy came back and they decided to pour it on his head. one of the sister ask if she can check his hair for lice. so he let her, as she was checking she pour the white dust/powder on his head. a minute later he told them that his head hurts and he was gonna go home. He left and never came back.
they told there grandma and she realize it was a ghost. that night they heard drums and qheej playing at the edge of town. their dad went to investigate and saw many tiny lights heading towards the forest. their dad got scare and came home. the next day. the dead ghost guy's dad came and talk to the girls dad, he told them that he was gonna marry one of his sons to his daughter. the girls dad knew that he was a ghost and said no.  that night one of his daughter got really sick and die. the family pack up there belongings and left.
                  "just to let you know those ghost are call "dab ntxaug" meaning tiny MOUSE ghost.
my dad told me that they are most afriad of cattle boys, cuz cattle boys would have nonthing to do when they would baby sit their cow, and would dig up mice to cook. and shit. He also said they are as powerful as P-U-Y..

When my parents first came to the usa they arrived in michigan. and my dad met my mom there and got marry, they first had me. one night my family was asleep i was about 1 yrs old and my dad had a dream that a poj ntxhoog was at the window looking at us, my dad woke up and to his suprise there was a cat at the window. my dad went and open the window and knock down the cat to the first floor, but when he looked down at the ground the cat was nowhere in sight.

my friend told me this story: back in laos his dad and his dad's buddy would go and mack on girls at night. but they had their own style of macking. they would go to the grave yard, and ask the dead guy to "ua nkawm luag" they had to carry his bamboo horse on one of thems back. "you know how the dead person is on the bamboo bed when there doing his/her funeral in laos" well the guy in the back who was not carrying the bamboo horse saw the dead guy all rotton on his buddy's back, but when they got to the girls house. they would put the bamboo horse on the girl's outside wall. This would make the girl sleepy and her whole family and not feel or hear a thing. then they would go and get laid... "I guess its call rape in this country" but when they are done they had to bring the bamboo horse back to his grave or else if they don't make it back b4 sunrise then they would go with him to the underworld.

I don't know if anybody in here heard this story but i will share it...it happen in one of my grandma's village....don't know which one so don't ask...
right before the  hmong people got involve in the vietnam conflict there was this big rock that would scream at night. and the next day it would move a little further, it would scream every night and move a bit futher the next day.  this kept going on. and that year there was a bad locust and the harvest was bad... but the freaky thing was poj ntxoog would come to the edge of town and sing khwv thxiaj at night. then the war broke out and those people in that village started to move away to other village and at night poj ntxoog would come to the edge of town and beg the villagers not to leave them.. scary stuff.. shit....



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 01, 2009, 08:12:28 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kaiyu on February 01, 2009, 10:05:49 AM
very nice story...:)....i think dreams comes in so many symbolics and meanings, and the ancestors are living with us, but we don't see them...

All this debate on traditonal vs. Christian haunting reminds me of something I heard from my mother because my mother is a Christian, my father is traditional.

She said that no matter how much you can believe in Jesus, if the ancestors won't let you convert, you won't be able to.

She used my father as an example:

Back in the days after we landed, my father used to go to church every Sunday and loved it so much this white lady from the church even bought him this $50 Bible, and $50 was a lot back in the '80s! -_- Anyway, a few years passed and he started taking us kids to church with him.
Anyway, at that time, my mother was firmly against Christianity and banned me from going because she said "your grandparents don't like it so I don't go and since you are my daughter, you don't go either." Well, considering the fact that both sets of grandparents were dead, what she said really didn't make sense to my child self.
But she said it because soon after my dad started taking us kids to church, my mother had a dream that my father's parents came to her and told her that if my dad didn't stop doing what he was doing, bad things would befall the family. And wouldn't you know it but a week later my father started having nightmares and crying in his sleep. He never told my mom what he dreamt or why he cried but he threw out that bible. And as soon as he rejected Christianity, his nightmares went away and he told my mom that he has a dream of his parents and grandparents coming to visit him. They said they would not let my father worship Jesus and he would die if he did. And then he did the burning paper money thing to appease the ancestors.

After that, he held a grudge against both the traditional ways and Christianity.
He forbade us from attending church and anything to do with Jesus while at the same time, keeping us ignorant of the shaman beliefs. And dang, things really got heated when half of the family, including my mom, converted to Christianity more than 15 years later -_-

Another weird story:

I took a solo trip a while ago and the weird thing was, while I was on this journey of self-discovery, I never once felt an inkling of fear, doubt, or regret. And believe me when I say that I really put myself in a LOT of stupid situations a female shouldn't have put herself into :X  Anyway, when I returned, my mom said that the whole time I was gone, she asked Jesus to watch over me while my father prayed to the ancestors for my safety.

So I believe it doesn't matter if you're Christian or traditional because if the spirits want to be heard, they will make themselves known  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on February 01, 2009, 12:52:02 PM
I'm still cracking up at the "Famous Voltage" singer wording.  Frank Sinatra or Elvis is famous, hahaha but Voltage?  LOL 

Anyhow, about the religion debate: All religion involves spirits.  Christianity is the holy spirit & Shamans call on spirits.  People tend to say."Christians preach too much."  vs Shamanizims, "Closed minded about other religions(as in Christianity for example)."  We have to distinguish the difference between religion & culture. 

My ghost story: 

One night my brother was sleeping in his room & his room is located up by the kitchen.  My mom was done cooking & told me to go get him.  I ran to his bedroom door which was open & as I popped in I "Yelled out TIME TO EAT!" I then paused in shock.  I saw a shadowy figure knock over the iron moved across another bed & uncovered the blankets & into the closet & swayed the clothes.  My brother immediately jumped out of bed & pushed my ass out of the way screaming & hollaring.  My ass was so scared I ran too.  He then asked me when we got to the kitchen,"Did you see anything because I was screaming my ass off for help, something was on top of me."  I told him what I saw but I also told him I didn't hear anything as in him screaming/yelling.  I later gave my brother a cross to wear around his neck & it never happened again.     
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on February 01, 2009, 07:35:41 PM
Here's another true story. About 8 years ago my husband's grandma and grandpa went from Minnesota to Wisconsin for the Green Bay New Year, on the way back his and grandma and grandpa had stopped at the rest area. His grandma died in the bathroom. The night before her funeral everyone was at the funeral home getting things ready for the funeral. The next morning the funeral director pulled my husband's uncle into the office and told him that last night when everyone left the funeral director went to check to if there was anyone around and he saw the lady in the coffin washing her hand in the bathroom, he got scared so he went to get his partner they both went to check the coffin the lady was gone, they than went back to the bathroom there was no one there either. They went back to the check the coffin and she was laying there. And also that morning when the funeral director and his office people came in the funeral home was litter with food. They were so scared that after that funeral they closed down the funeral home.  There's a story going around that when grandma was married to her first husband he loved so much that when he came back from war he bought her this gold necklace, and shortly after that he died. She had told her kids from that marriage that when she dies she wants to be buried with that necklace she that she can go and find their dad but my husband's family would not allow her to be buried with the necklace due to hmong traditions. So I think that's why she was angry and did what she did.


Here's another story for you guys out there. When my grandma passed away my aunt had her boyfriend over her house cause she was kinda scared. While they were laying in bed something scratch my aunt's back. She said it felt like a hand scratching her so she said to her boyfriend, honey something scratch me. I guess to calm her down he told her that it was him that had scratch her back but what he didn't realize was that he was holding her hands. They both got really scared. And than a month after my grandma had pass away my aunt was in her bedroom she felt a cold breeze and than she felt like someone was sitting next to her. She said she felt hair on the back of neck stand and also she was cold so, she said mom if that's you please don't scare me like this, you know that when you were alive I was scared of things like this. Please don't scare me. Than all the sudden there was this loud noise it felt like someone jumped off her dresser and walked out the door slamming the bedroom door. So, my aunt figure that was my grandma and she was mad cause she slammed the door.

I've got a lot more if anyone wants more let me know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on February 01, 2009, 09:15:00 PM
Air,
I don't know if it's possible but all I can tell you is I don't think that funeral director would be telling us things like that if it wasn't true.


Okay, I got another one. My friend and her husband went to Minnesota for a funeral and she said during the funeral while everyone was in line getting food they notice that there were these 2 guys dressed in hmong clothes. They didn't think anything of it because after all it was a traditional funeral. My friend and her husband got their food and was sitting down to eat. Well, she accidently dropped a piece of meat on the ground. She bent down to go pick it up as she was doing that she looked under the table she saw another guy under the table in hmong clothes. She was so freaked out all she said to her husband was she didn't feel good and they needed to leave. Her husband didn't question her because her face was as pale ad a ghost. When they got in the car and drove out the parking lot she told him what she saw.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 02, 2009, 08:58:41 AM
how many shamen do you see come home in body bags who die for christ. you must be dumb to not realize that a shaman is someone who is bless with ability to help others mainly older hmong people. a shaman is a txiv nees, just in case you don't know. not a hmong soilder, seems like you don't know anything about the hmong culture, thats probably a reason why you converted into christainity just to get away from the hmong culture, cuz your one of those clueless people who don't know shit. and the only reason hmong soilder are in iraq is because they decided to join the arm forces, and don't have a choice but to go fight.  also just because the main religion of whites is christ.  does not mean that they are fighting for christ.. how many shaman die fighting for christ.  i see none, but i see them around town helping other hmong families.
also we do rely on medicine, unlike you christian, just go and pray at your church. and donate your money, so your church can be rich.  you say you agree with some comments and defending your faith, well guess what its the same here.

long ago, god sent the hmong king and jesus down to earth, the hmong king was suppose to come first, but jesus stole his place and came first. god was really upset, many years later god finally caught up to jesus and punish him for his crime, so he got punish on the crosse and die, many stupid people thought that he was  a messiah, and was sent to help them, but they were wrong, thats the real story of jesus..

 ;D lol. as Jack_25 said, there are soldiers of various faiths in the middle east INCLUDING non-Christian hmongs. when i say shamans, i'm referring to people who are traditionalist s and still believe in shamans. i suppose when you say Christian soldiers, you meant priests and pastors fighting in iraq right? LMAO!

look how you contradict yourself, you say the only reason hmong soilder are in iraq is because they decided to join the arm forces, and don't have a choice but to go fight. if someone DECIDES to join the armed forces, that implies that they CHOSE to join. wouldn't that mean that they did have a choice? i don't think someone chooses to fight in the war JUST for financial reasons because they need money for school or whatever. Jack_25 can provide insight on this. i mean if you needed money, you can go work at McDonald's and not necessarily need to risk your life. there's more to it why ppl join wars.

well i'm glad you know now that just because we have christian soldiers in the middle east, doesn't mean it's a holy war over there. i'm glad i've educated you in some ways.

regarding medicine. lol. perhaps you forget that some hospitals are named after religious figures. like the saints. i wonder if you choose only doctors who are non-Christians. lol.

if you were only defending your faith and so on on here, you wouldn't put such outrageous comments/stories against christians.

LMAO!!! ;D as for your story, i can tell you another story. but i'm sure you have an idea of what story i would tell you already. i suppose bhudda and muhamed stole the place of the hmong king too, so they got punished in their own way.

so the hmong king is god right? why does he call himself king if he's equivalent to a GOD? howcome you don't know his name? i mean Jesus has a name, we don't just call him a messiah. so what religion is associated to the hmong king? shamanism? if so, please give me another of your b.s. stories.  ;D

i think you're in over your head.

if you want to continue this, let me know, i'll set up a thread separate from here for us.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 02, 2009, 10:00:41 AM
^Dude!
Enough with the religious talk  ::)

ANYWAY! This happened years ago back in middle school.
On the day I decided to actually stay in school, two of my girls skipped school and went home. They got bored and since playing ouija board was all the rage back then, they did it in a closet . . .
They told me they started asking it ?s and when they asked where was it, it said it was next to Friend A who just laughed it off. Well, both of them got freaked out and tried to quit the game by pointing to good bye but it wouldn't go no matter how many times they tried so they just threw it away in rush. They were scared but didn't tell their parents 'cus they would've gotten beat for skipping school -_-
Anyway, the next day, B told me what happened and I was like, "Psh, whatever."
Well, it must have been like a few days after that when we realized that A had missed school for for a few days straight and usually we ditched like every other day or every other class period so something was up.
B wanted to go over to A's house 'cus she wasn't answering our calls but since I lived too far from them, I couldn't go so B went by herself. B told me that when she got there, she asked A's mom, who was like an aunt to her why A wasn't in school the past couple days, almost a week. A's mom said that A had been possessed by a spirit 'cus A started talking to herself and acting all weird like cutting herself and hiding in the closet all the time. So they got a shaman to come and diagnose A and that's when they found out that A had been playing ouija board by herself after that day B and her played it together. B said A looked like she was freaking crazy 'cus her hair was all messy and her eyes were just creepy... A's mom had her locked in her room for a few days and then they did some shaman thing and A was okay then but A and them moved away soon after and B never vowed to never play ouija board again.
I was freaked out by it too and only played it once since then :X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 02, 2009, 11:04:16 AM
^Dude!
Enough with the religious talk  ::)

ANYWAY! This happened years ago back in middle school.
On the day I decided to actually stay in school, two of my girls skipped school and went home. They got bored and since playing ouija board was all the rage back then, they did it in a closet . . .
They told me they started asking it ?s and when they asked where was it, it said it was next to Friend A who just laughed it off. Well, both of them got freaked out and tried to quit the game by pointing to good bye but it wouldn't go no matter how many times they tried so they just threw it away in rush. They were scared but didn't tell their parents 'cus they would've gotten beat for skipping school -_-
Anyway, the next day, B told me what happened and I was like, "Psh, whatever."
Well, it must have been like a few days after that when we realized that A had missed school for for a few days straight and usually we ditched like every other day or every other class period so something was up.
B wanted to go over to A's house 'cus she wasn't answering our calls but since I lived too far from them, I couldn't go so B went by herself. B told me that when she got there, she asked A's mom, who was like an aunt to her why A wasn't in school the past couple days, almost a week. A's mom said that A had been possessed by a spirit 'cus A started talking to herself and acting all weird like cutting herself and hiding in the closet all the time. So they got a shaman to come and diagnose A and that's when they found out that A had been playing ouija board by herself after that day B and her played it together. B said A looked like she was freaking crazy 'cus her hair was all messy and her eyes were just creepy... A's mom had her locked in her room for a few days and then they did some shaman thing and A was okay then but A and them moved away soon after and B never vowed to never play ouija board again.
I was freaked out by it too and only played it once since then :X

man that's some scary shiet. we used to play it as kids but it was the made up one you know the one you draw on paper and use a penny. my sister always played it but i'm real sensitive to paranormal crap so i don't like the idea of ouji board. anyways my sister told me a week ago tat she had heard in school that there were two hmong girls who had been portraying some of the effect you talk about in your story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 02, 2009, 11:32:34 AM
^ To be young and stupid  :(

The last and final time I played with a ouija board, I played with a real one and let's just say my 6th sense told me to quit while I was ahead.
I swear I could feel something in the room with us :X

Lesson learned: Don't go looking for trouble!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moo_cow on February 02, 2009, 11:41:22 AM
You got that right. That stuff is creppy even when not played, ahaha. No seriously though because a cousin and I played that by ourselves. Just him and me and no one else because everyone else got chicken. OMG! We didn't sleep until 5am in the morning because it was too unsafe!  :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 02, 2009, 12:43:15 PM
ouija board is a great way to have fun and also will lead you to many mysteries of the unknown. sometimes if you take it to an indian burial ground they say you could speak with the indians or lost civilizations if the ghosts are still around. hmmm...sounds fun huh? hahaha..
personally, ouija board is one of the gateways that linked us to the Spirits or Ghost demension. It is very dangerous and when played the spirits can hurt you in a small way, but what they can't do it kill you or give you a curse. they can only scare you because you don't know where they are, but what you can do. break the board and watch it burn because the link will be gone. and if they continues call a high priest for blessing and vowed never to use it again.

read this info
Some practitioners claim to have had bad experiences related to the use of talking boards by being haunted by "demons," seeing apparitions of spirits, and hearing voices after using them. A few paranormal researchers, such as John Zaffis, claim that the majority of the worst cases of so-called demon harassment and possession are caused by the use of Ouija boards. The American demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren stated that "Ouija boards are just as dangerous as drugs."[9] They further state that "séances and Ouija boards and other occult paraphernalia are dangerous because 'evil spirits' often disguise themselves as your loved onesâ€â€and take over your life."[9]
In 1944, occultist Manly P. Hall, the founder of the Philosophical Research Society and an early authority on the occult in the 20th century, stated in Horizon magazine that, "during the last 20-25 years I have had considerable personal experience with persons who have complicated their lives through dabbling with the Ouija board. Out of every hundred such cases, at least 95 are worse off for the experience." He went on to say that, "I know of broken homes, estranged families, and even suicides that can be traced directly to this source."[10]

Many Christians hold the belief that using a Ouija board allows communication with demons, which they say is Biblically forbidden as a form of divination.[11] Some people who claim to have been oppressed by evil spirits after using a board say that they could only get rid of these problems after Christian deliverance.[12] Many Christians believe that no dead person's soul can be summoned, and that the only summoned spirits are demons who are trying to harm humans.[13]

japanese trying closing the demon gate every 75 yrs. the chinese fought/heal the demons, the hmongs heal and cure...the point is demons are living among us but just in a different world but they can come into our world if they are lost or have unfinshed business. but for the majority in the spirit world, every ghost and spirits looked at good as you and me, but in our world their skin is rotten and scary.

stay safe and stay away from wee-jah board or other ways of communication.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 02, 2009, 01:06:01 PM
hey mlor,
what kind of stupid things did you do? i hope it isn't what i am thinking..you know alot of hmong college girls get........hah aha....
well anyways it is true to what you said..
it depends on your ancestors and if they let you convert. also shamanism is more like a culture than a religion...so maybe all the christians should know learn some of our culture because one of my respected uncle goes to church but knows everything about the hmong culture.
you can go far away but nommatter where you run off too, you will always fall back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 02, 2009, 01:23:05 PM
I will not go into one of the bathrooms at my workplace, I get the jeebies just walking past the door. When you walk into the bathroom there is a lounge before the bathroom, one day as I was doing my business and playing games on my cell I saw a shadow go pass my stall and into the other stall. But I didn't hear the door open or see their shoes. The stall was completely empty. I swore to never go in there again, but on another day I couldn't hold it in any longer and the smaller bathroom was too far from my office so I went in just a quick pee, right as I sat down the sink water turned on. There was no one else in there but me. I hurriedly flushed and swung the door open, the sink water was turned to the max with no one around. I haven't been in there since. I take the longer trip to the smaller bathroom.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 02, 2009, 01:38:35 PM
i also have a ouiji board story to tell.
this was in california and one of my friend told me that at their old house they played a made up paper ouiji board with the candles lit. well while they were playing it sounded fake because you never know who's moving the little ring where you can see the letter and so they decided to put a end to it. so they all went to sleep and the next day when they woke up they all woke up in different places. one brother was sleeping on the bed and he ended up under the bed. the other ended up in the living room and the last one ended up in another room.
so they got scared and stop but then they showed us and we played, but nothing happened because it was paper and we needed the candles lit.and also we played during the day so it was to bright for them foes to come out and chat.

Here is another one.
my aunt in law told me that when they were in living in sactown apartments they played ouiji board and the next day her brother woke up outside of their second story apartment.  

here is another story

my older brother told me that backed in thailand when he was a naughty kid he would always go play hide and seek at night and on two occasions he had too meeting with them.But i advise you guys that my older brother had a big heart(hardcore) and he wasn't scared. that is one of the reason why he was well known in the street world, but he quit and became a well know soccer player..haha.. but anyways here is how it goes.
one day while my brothers and his friends were playing hide and seek on a full moon and it was getting dark so the elders told them to come home and they still wanted to play so they kept on playing and all of a sudden a rock starting flying at his friends and they got mad. so they all quit and asked each other who was throwing the rocks and they all said it wasn't them and it must of been the poj ntxooj and the poj ntxooj replied. they all got scared and ran home. they told the elders and they elders say that when kids make noise playing hide and seek, the poj ntxoojs like to come out and go frog hunting. once they hit you with a rock they link themselve with you and that is how you get sick...they can take your soul with them.

on another occassion,
my brother and his friends were playing hide and seek at night and my brother went to hide behind a chicken coop and he felt something breathing behind him. he felt the fur and something very wierd. so he turned to look and he saw a somewhat figure of non-human and ran home.

this is my experience with hide and seek games.
i used to live in the cali apartments that attached to the other apartments like side by side and so one night we decided to play hide and seek and i went to hide by this corner where the laos had place a bed leanin against the wall. so i decided i want to act out the shadow kick on the bed and out came my imagination. i thought i saw a furry head with red color on the eyes flowing striaght towards me. so i got scared and ran home yelling out monster. i never play after that and some years later my neighbors's apartments got burned down and one family got sicked from ghost talking.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 02, 2009, 02:15:20 PM
this is a true story told to me by my old man..
back in the old country there was a family who left their little boy out to play and forgot to watch over him and then the little boy disappeared for sometime.  the family asked the whole village if they have seen the little boy but noone had seen him. probbaly two or three weeks later, there were some guys who went hunting and heard a little boy crying. they got scared because here was a little boy crying in the middle of nowhere so they decided to move on, but then one of the guys was the little boy's cousins and reconized the little boy so they went and surrounded the boy and took him home. the family then asked the little boy where did he go off too for sometime now and the little boy told them that poj nxtooj had taken him with them but they had left him because they said he couldn't eat worms and fishes so they deserted him. the boy's family did neeg and the boy was okay.

there are many scary babie ghost stories but i will tell you guys what i know...
there were these hunters who went hunting and they heard a babie crying and so they went to check it out. as they got closer to the crying they looked up and saw a girl with long hair dressed in hmong clothing crying out. they knew it was poj ntxooj and came home.

there some boys who were playing hide and seek at those vinai apartments and one day they boys heard baby crying and they didn't know what it was. so they got scared and ran off. one of the boys ran to hide in a house and the others made it safe to home. a couple of days later they saw their friend and he told them his nipple got sucked by a baby ghost and he showed them his nipple and they both were purple. the elders told them not to go out at night anymore or if they hear the baby crying they should do a spell.

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many years ago
my mother-in-law told me that when she went to the hmong funeral she went to used the bathroom and she saw someone using the toilet next to her and when she came out to wash her hands. the person wasn't in the stalk anymore. she was the only one in the bathroom so he quickly left.
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one of my friends mom went to work early in the morning and on her way their she was a man with a black suit and a suitcase walking across the small highway, but the man in black had no head. she was going to cross his path so she got scared and turned her way around.
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backed in 98, my little cousins live in this house on the corner and as the weeks went by the little girls started seeing things. the adults didn''t experience any paranoima but the little girls say they would see blood stained on the basement wall. when they went to play in the basment they would see the wheel-chair rolling around and one of the youngest girl said she said an old white man sitting on the wheel chair and telling them to leave. the kids were experiencing the entit, so rumors got out and my uncle's family found out by relative that someone died in the house. also a laos woman slipped in the bathroom and died instantly. that same year my uncle moved from cali to wis and they ended up in that house. my auntie told my parents the info and my parents told my uncle and they got scared and move their things out on the same day they moved in. some of my friends that lived on that house said they would hear ghosts turning on the water and making noises walking up the stairs but they didn't care much about it because they were bangers.

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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Skeptic on February 02, 2009, 03:59:11 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 02, 2009, 04:02:50 PM
  :o :o :o omg freakier than words...now how am i gonna drive home with those images in my head.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Skeptic on February 02, 2009, 04:05:33 PM
  :o :o :o omg freakier than words...now how am i gonna drive home with those images in my head.


Who u gonna call

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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 02, 2009, 05:11:23 PM
lol yea 1-800-ghostbusters...i'm at school using wireless in the lounge all by myself too...on a rainy nite like this ooooo  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: peas_n_queues on February 02, 2009, 05:16:44 PM
ghost stories... I was not expecting anything visual!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 02, 2009, 09:16:45 PM
i had some younger sisters who played the ouijia board. One got possessed. She transformed into a goth... my parents did everything they could. She would command the family to do things for her and if not, then the thing was going to kill her. She wanted peace and quiet and also was doing sign language. She missed out on school and was failing. Before that she was a straight A's and 4.0.

When she first started having these episodes, I couldn't be there... I started adding all these things she didn't like to do up and when my mom came over i told her that they shouldn't do what she command because if they do, it'll just give the thing more power over her. Decline her command and keep being loud like they used to be. It wants peace and quiet so it can whisper or talk the sister into doing things. It wasn't going to kill her. Everything was its way of trying to control the sister. My mom was afraid to try it. So one day i went over and started yelling at her. I told her to control herself, told her to be strong. Asking her why she's letting this thing take control of her. Told her to battle w/ the thing. Everytime she has her episode my parents would come over and ask me to go calm her down. It do work too but only if i'm there.

She's doing fine now. Hope she stays that way.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 02, 2009, 09:20:56 PM
at my husband's workplace, it's haunted. If you're the only one left and you don't leave, you'll start hearing footsteps, see lights flickering off and on, toilet flushing, water running, doors opening and closing, etc. Sometimes you could feel the hair on you neck stand because that means it's watching you from a distant or it could be right behind you. This old guy who still works there also bring a cross w/ him, he also brings extra to hang around the workplace.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 02, 2009, 10:38:10 PM
itxojsiab, why don't you call the shamans to resolve the matter because that is what they do best...even for american ghosts, shamans have the power to solve conflicts and make things better.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 02, 2009, 11:28:30 PM
itxojsiab, why don't you call the shamans to resolve the matter because that is what they do best...even for american ghosts, shamans have the power to solve conflicts and make things better.

calling the shaman was my parents' job. That's the only thing that they haven't done. They said they were going to call one but never did. Found some other way thou. She's is fine now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 03, 2009, 07:59:36 AM
One day on a bright sunny morning in NC out in the country side, my mother and I were on our way to the grocery store. As we drove past a couple of houses we came upon this pile of Hmong clothes stacked nicely on the left side of the road. They were richly colored and looked brand new. I asked my mom why would there be Hmong clothes all the way out here in the boonies. We are the only Hmongs around for miles. She kept telling me she didn’t know, till we reached town and she said that it was weird for her too but she thinks it is some kind of tso dab from Hmong peeps and if we ever see anything like that again to not touch it. After a couple of days it just mysteriously disappeared. I’m just curious does anyone have any clue what that means or why that happens?  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ImTHATgrL on February 03, 2009, 10:02:19 PM
One day on a bright sunny morning in NC out in the country side, my mother and I were on our way to the grocery store. As we drove past a couple of houses we came upon this pile of Hmong clothes stacked nicely on the left side of the road. They were richly colored and looked brand new. I asked my mom why would there be Hmong clothes all the way out here in the boonies. We are the only Hmongs around for miles. She kept telling me she didn’t know, till we reached town and she said that it was weird for her too but she thinks it is some kind of tso dab from Hmong peeps and if we ever see anything like that again to not touch it. After a couple of days it just mysteriously disappeared. I’m just curious does anyone have any clue what that means or why that happens?  :o :o :o

I've heard similar stories...didn t deal with Hmong clothes but beautiful eggs. I heard this one from a family member. One of our grandpa's passed away and left behind his wife. She missed him and would cry and cry for days. After the 10th day of his passing, she still cried for him. In the morning, she went out to check on her vegetables and noticed these beautifully colored eggs all over the ground. It wasnt just one or two, they were all over. She looked around and wondered where they came from and was going to pick them up but thought better of it. She went back inside and soon forgot about the eggs. The next morning, again, she was crying and again when she went outside the eggs were everywhere. This repeated for a few more days until she decided she needed to stop crying because she believed it was her husband who was leaving the eggs for her. The theory goes, if she had picked up the egg, she would have gotten sick and probably died. The day she stopped crying for her dead husband, the eggs disappeared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Team_ghetto on February 04, 2009, 10:39:45 PM
hey gaytorade guy, yeah go make a seperate thread so we can debate this over...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 05, 2009, 08:27:32 AM
hey gaytorade guy, yeah go make a seperate thread so we can debate this over...

you can set up a new thread and respond to my last response to you. just tell me where it is and i'll join ya.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 05, 2009, 10:24:36 AM
One time, there was this one girl who always got sat on when she slept. She told her parents and they called a shaman to come do the jingle bell thing. After the shaman was done, he said for them to put a handful of rice on her desk every night before she went to bed. So they did and she stopped getting sat on. Every morning after she awoke the pile of rice was gone. She thought to herself and wondered what was eating the rice. One night she decided to stay up to see what it was cause she thought it was a mouse or something. As she stared at the pile of rice, she noticed that it started to disappear one by one. When she looked closer, she noticed a long tongue come out from under her bed which went to grab the rice. She screamed and ran into her parents room to wake them up. They went back to her room and when they looked under her bed, they saw an old lady under there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 05, 2009, 10:43:07 AM
omg how freaky... :o. I watched the boogeyman 3 last nite...althoug h I thought it wasn't scary just the thought of the legend kept me up all night...now i'm  :coffee:

hmmm that rice thing what is up with that. I know that when my aunt and her family was house hunting they were interested in this beautiful vintage looking house. The only weird thing about the house was that the front door faced the back and the back door faced the streets. Out of the whole row of houses this one was built differently. They asked my grandpa to walk around the house and I guess have a sense of it before putting down an offer, so grandpa dug a hole in the mulch and put a handful of rice in it and covered it up. The next day grandpa checked it and it was gone, he advised them that it was a bad house and for them not buy it. Boy was he right, there was a hmong family that bought it not too long after my aunt's family turned it down. They would hear and see things and shadows. Of course they did the jingle bells and the shamans told them that their house was sitting in the middle of the path that the dead take on their journey after death.  :confused2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 05, 2009, 12:47:28 PM
omg how freaky... :o. I watched the boogeyman 3 last nite...althoug h I thought it wasn't scary just the thought of the legend kept me up all night...now i'm  :coffee:

hmmm that rice thing what is up with that. I know that when my aunt and her family was house hunting they were interested in this beautiful vintage looking house. The only weird thing about the house was that the front door faced the back and the back door faced the streets. Out of the whole row of houses this one was built differently. They asked my grandpa to walk around the house and I guess have a sense of it before putting down an offer, so grandpa dug a hole in the mulch and put a handful of rice in it and covered it up. The next day grandpa checked it and it was gone, he advised them that it was a bad house and for them not buy it. Boy was he right, there was a hmong family that bought it not too long after my aunt's family turned it down. They would hear and see things and shadows. Of course they did the jingle bells and the shamans told them that their house was sitting in the middle of the path that the dead take on their journey after death.  :confused2:

ew how FREAKY!!! :o

I used to work at 3:45am so I'd leave my house at 3am. It was a normal drive to work like any other night. So when I was driving towards hwy5 I noticed something strange. It was a fog like silhoutte in the middle of the road but I didn't pay no mind to it because I thought that it was just some fog. Both of my hands were on the steering wheel and I drove through it. Right after I went past it, my car started making a weird noise and I was like WTF!!!?! :o I looked and noticed that my gears [or whatever you call it] had changed from D to 2. I quickly changed it back to D and looked in my rear view mirror and the fog wasn't there anymore. It freaked me out!! I blasted my music in the car and just kept driving.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 05, 2009, 01:03:50 PM
I have this one aunt who's a shaman. A couple of years ago they moved into a house like 3 blocks from where I live. My grandma wanted to go visit her, so I walked with my grandma to her house. When we got there, [I've never been there before] it just looked like any other house. I started walking up the stairs and once I stepped foot inside the house, I got a really weird vibe. I felt very uneasy in there but I didn't say anything because I thought it was just me since no one else seemed to feel that way. Anywho, we left in about 20~30 minutes. A couple of weeks passed by and my aunt came over to my house. It was weird because she was telling us that she moved to a new house and I was like whoa, they didn't even live in that one house for a month!! Then she started telling us of the weird things that happened while she lived there. She said that [omfg! freaken msn email thingy popped up and scared the crap outta me :'(] when she was still living in that house, she'd hear things. One time she was sleeping she heard some people talking/arguing and it sounded like vietnamese. She thought it was her son watching tv but when she got up, her son wasn't even there with her. Another time she was cooking in the kitchen and she kept hearing someone walk up and down the stairs. She asked why they were so loud and when she went and looked, she saw a little kid sitting there staring at her, then vanished. One day her son was in the kitchen cooking and he yelled in pain. My aunt went to him and asked what was wrong and he just said that his arm and back burns. She lifted up his shirt and he had scratch marks all over him and was bleeding. I guess that's why they moved out of there. She asked the owner if he knew anything about that house and he said that a vietnamese couple used to live there and the husband killed his wife and himself cause she was cheating on him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 05, 2009, 01:22:41 PM
My friend used to live at these duplexes that were haunted. There'd be noises, dishes moving, shadows jumping from hiding place to hiding place in the backyard. Once she was taking a shower and when she got done she tried to come out but the door was locked. she thought we were being mean and playing a joke on her but we were all in the living room. Well, we found out later that there was a train accident there in the late 1960's. I never spent the night there anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 05, 2009, 02:00:08 PM
My friend used to live at these duplexes that were haunted. There'd be noises, dishes moving, shadows jumping from hiding place to hiding place in the backyard. Once she was taking a shower and when she got done she tried to come out but the door was locked. she thought we were being mean and playing a joke on her but we were all in the living room. Well, we found out later that there was a train accident there in the late 1960's. I never spent the night there anymore.

Your story reminds me of one that someone told me. There was this one girl and she was taking a shower. When she was done, she opened the shower curtains and saw a little girl standing there staring back at her. She screamed and the girl disappeared.  :o I got so scared opening the curtains when I was done taking showers after hearing that. I thought that I'd see that little girl too. -knock on wood- Oh yeah, and the freaken grudge movie got me thinking that someone is always in the shower with me, just waiting to touch my hair. I hate when I get soap in my eyes, so I wash my hair as fast as possible and make sure that nothing is there with me. Eek</3 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 05, 2009, 02:11:14 PM
Your story reminds me of one that someone told me. There was this one girl and she was taking a shower. When she was done, she opened the shower curtains and saw a little girl standing there staring back at her. She screamed and the girl disappeared.  :o I got so scared opening the curtains when I was done taking showers after hearing that. I thought that I'd see that little girl too. -knock on wood- Oh yeah, and the freaken grudge movie got me thinking that someone is always in the shower with me, just waiting to touch my hair. I hate when I get soap in my eyes, so I wash my hair as fast as possible and make sure that nothing is there with me. Eek</3 :o


i cant help but say thats soo cute :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 05, 2009, 02:15:43 PM
if i wake up late at night to use the potty, I always make sure to pull the curtains back so that I could see the shower is empty. and I never look up at the mirror, since our potty is right infront of the mirror.

Your story reminds me of one that someone told me. There was this one girl and she was taking a shower. When she was done, she opened the shower curtains and saw a little girl standing there staring back at her. She screamed and the girl disappeared.  :o I got so scared opening the curtains when I was done taking showers after hearing that. I thought that I'd see that little girl too. -knock on wood- Oh yeah, and the freaken grudge movie got me thinking that someone is always in the shower with me, just waiting to touch my hair. I hate when I get soap in my eyes, so I wash my hair as fast as possible and make sure that nothing is there with me. Eek</3 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 05, 2009, 02:16:58 PM

i cant help but say thats soo cute :P

What's cute?? ??? It's freaky!! :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 05, 2009, 02:39:39 PM
What's cute?? ??? It's freaky!! :o

this was cute ====>I hate when I get soap in my eyes, so I wash my hair as fast as possible and make sure that nothing is there with me. Eek<====== :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 05, 2009, 02:54:36 PM
*Names have been changed*

There was this guy named Alex and he was on his way to help his gf's brother's paint their house in Hastings, MN. It was during winter and his car couldn't get past this one ditch so he got out and started walking towards the house. All the lights were on and the door was unlocked so he went inside the house. He started calling out to the guys to let them know that he was there but no one answered. He thought they were playing a trick on him so he started walking around the house and went upstairs. No one was home. He got freaked out and he turned off all the lights and locked the door on his way out. When he got home, he called his gf and asked why her brother's left all the lights on and left the door unlocked. She told Alex that her brother's have been home for a couple of hours already and that they made sure all the lights were off and the door was locked. Then he got really freaked out because he said as he was walking towards the house, he saw someone standing by the window looking at him. :o


Another incident that happened in that house. Lisa [Alex's gf's sister] was burning a cd and folding her laundry. She heard the door open and thought that someone came home. This was when they were painting this house too so there was plastic covering the carpet. She heard someone coming up the stairs because of the plastic and asked who was there. No one answered her. Then she stopped what she was doing and went to look at the stairway. She didn't see anyone. She got really scared and when her cd finally finished burning she got out of the house.

After they moved out of that house, Lisa went to go live with her older sister. She had just gotten back from the laundry mat and had two baskets of clothes. She brought one basket to the stairs and went back to her car to get the other one. When she turned around, there was a little girl sitting on top of the basket by the stairs staring back at her. She blinked and the girl disappeared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 05, 2009, 03:00:58 PM
this was cute ====>I hate when I get soap in my eyes, so I wash my hair as fast as possible and make sure that nothing is there with me. Eek<====== :)

ohhhhhhhhh... :3
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 05, 2009, 03:04:24 PM
Your story reminds me of one that someone told me. There was this one girl and she was taking a shower. When she was done, she opened the shower curtains and saw a little girl standing there staring back at her. She screamed and the girl disappeared.  :o I got so scared opening the curtains when I was done taking showers after hearing that. I thought that I'd see that little girl too. -knock on wood- Oh yeah, and the freaken grudge movie got me thinking that someone is always in the shower with me, just waiting to touch my hair. I hate when I get soap in my eyes, so I wash my hair as fast as possible and make sure that nothing is there with me. Eek</3 :o

that's how i feel when i take shower after midnight. I try to not get soap in my eyes. If i do, i'll rinse my face w/ water.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 05, 2009, 03:09:26 PM
i would be scared if this ever happen

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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ImTHATgrL on February 05, 2009, 09:11:50 PM
i would be scared if this ever happen

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ooooh that is super spooky!  :-\ :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lwg Nag on February 05, 2009, 10:24:39 PM
I have a story to share that just happened a week before Christmas. 

I have a friend who works at Borders and every Christmas, she'd ask our group of friends if we can volunteer our time to help with gift-wrapping for Borders' patrons.  Anyway, the bathroom inside the store was pretty crowded so I decided to go to the one outside by the lobby.  The bathroom had six stalls.  Since all the doors were closed (but not locked), I bent down to look to see which stall was empty.  All of them were.  So I entered the second stall.  Just as I was doing my business, I heard this loud jump.  I bent forward, look under to my right and left.  In the stall designated for wheelchairs, there was someone with jeans and sneakers standing in the position of a man like he was peeing into the toilet.  My heart fluttered, I got extremely scared.  I didn't want to find out who it was so I closed my eyes hoping it'll go away.  It did.  It flushed, opened the stall door, then just walked out without ever washing its hands.

I didn't tell anyone.  And to this day, I don't know if the person was sitting on top the toilet in a squatting position and jumped down when it's done or if it was something else.  I don't want to know. 

 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 06, 2009, 06:38:04 AM
ohhhhhhhhh... :3


yea :p
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 06, 2009, 09:51:33 AM
I've heard this story a long time ago, about a family moving into a new house in Stockton, CA. The paranormal took it's place immediately with them. It was on a Sunday evening when the excited family arrived at their new home and right after dinner the parents make the kids go to bed early since tomorrow is going to be their first day at their new school, everything seem okay.

The very next morning the mom heard the bus pulling up and she thought to herself "wow!, it sounded as if the bus is right in the house" and "Oh no!, school for the kids". She got up look around and notice she was sleeping outside of their front yard with her whole family and everybody was naked. Yeah, pretty confuse, and of course embarrass. The father got very angry and ferocious about the incident so he called up a shaman specialist to investigate right away.

They've all soon found out that their new home sweet home use to belong to an old white man who build it right after the civil war with his own two hands and he's not interested in sharing it with anyone even after his passing. The shaman try offering the spirit lots of money to buy the house from him, it didn't work, he rejected it. The shaman tried to convince the spirit that it is dead and no longer living, and for it to go and reincarnate, to go start a new life and that the shaman can help, it didn't work, he don't believed in the shaman's words.

Will since they only rented the place for temp, they moved out the very same afternoon to lived with one of their relative for awhile before considering finding a new place of their own. And I just want to add that the digging a whole and putting some rice in it, is a really good ritual to perform before purchasing or even if just renting a house. Oh, and iSpink is cute.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 06, 2009, 09:53:44 AM
That girl gives me the creep every time her face pop up!. Put that thing away please, reading these story is enough already.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 06, 2009, 10:09:40 AM
i agree iSpink is kute.... i'm not even scared of these stories when i see her pic :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 10:29:47 AM
I've heard this story a long time ago, about a family moving into a new house in Stockton, CA. The paranormal took it's place immediately with them. It was on a Sunday evening when the excited family arrived at their new home and right after dinner the parents make the kids go to bed early since tomorrow is going to be their first day at their new school, everything seem okay.

The very next morning the mom heard the bus pulling up and she thought to herself "wow!, it sounded as if the bus is right in the house" and "Oh no!, school for the kids". She got up look around and notice she was sleeping outside of their front yard with her whole family and everybody was naked. Yeah, pretty confuse, and of course embarrass. The father got very angry and ferocious about the incident so he called up a shaman specialist to investigate right away.

They've all soon found out that their new home sweet home use to belong to an old white man who build it right after the civil war with his own two hands and he's not interested in sharing it with anyone even after his passing. The shaman try offering the spirit lots of money to buy the house from him, it didn't work, he rejected it. The shaman tried to convince the spirit that it is dead and no longer living, and for it to go and reincarnate, to go start a new life and that the shaman can help, it didn't work, he don't believed in the shaman's words.

Will since they only rented the place for temp, they moved out the very same afternoon to lived with one of their relative for awhile before considering finding a new place of their own. And I just want to add that the digging a whole and putting some rice in it, is a really good ritual to perform before purchasing or even if just renting a house. Oh, and iSpink is cute.

lol, thankies<3! ;)

There was this boy who ended up in a foster home. He didn't like being bothered by his foster parents so he always stayed in his bedroom [which was located in the basement] One night, someone knocked on his door saying "honey, come out and eat something.' He told them to get lost and no one bothered him for the rest of the night. The next night, the same thing happened with the knocking and "honey... come out and eat something", so he went and grabbed his baseball bat, but when he opened the door no one was there. The night after that, there was no knock, but when he was laying in his bed, he noticed that there was a shadow that kept going back and forth from one corner to the other. This freaked him out but he just went to bed. The following night, the shadow was there again but with the shadow, came a noise like something hanging from a rope dangling and the knocking started up again. He ran out of his room and told his foster parents what was happening. The next day, they asked the owner if anyone had died in that house and the owner said, the family before had a child that committed suicide in the room located in the basement by hanging himself and every night his mother would knock on the door telling him to come eat but she didn't know he was dead until it was too late.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 06, 2009, 10:32:31 AM
lol, thankies<3! ;)

There was this boy who ended up in a foster home. He didn't like being bothered by his foster parents so he always stayed in his bedroom [which was located in the basement] One night, someone knocked on his door saying "honey, come out and eat something.' He told them to get lost and no one bothered him for the rest of the night. The next night, the same thing happened with the knocking and "honey... come out and eat something", so he went and grabbed his baseball bat, but when he opened the door no one was there. The night after that, there was no knock, but when he was laying in his bed, he noticed that there was a shadow that kept going back and forth from one corner to the other. This freaked him out but he just went to bed. The following night, the shadow was there again but with the shadow, came a noise like something hanging from a rope dangling and the knocking started up again. He ran out of his room and told his foster parents what was happening. The next day, they asked the owner if anyone had died in that house and the owner said, the family before had a child that committed suicide in the room located in the basement by hanging himself and every night his mother would knock on the door telling him to come eat but she didn't know he was dead until it was too late.

whoa that is freaky

and aww i dont get a reponse to saying ur a kutie :(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 10:32:47 AM
i agree iSpink is kute.... i'm not even scared of these stories when i see her pic :)

 :Dthankies<3! but don't look at my pic when you're reading the story!! just read it and picture the story happening in your head! only then will you start to get scared.. i think ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 10:34:12 AM
whoa that is freaky

and aww i dont get a reponse to saying ur a kutie :(

lawls.. I was still writing it
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 06, 2009, 10:35:41 AM
lawls.. I was still writing it


LoL oops :P sorry :)

:Dthankies<3! but don't look at my pic when you're reading the story!! just read it and picture the story happening in your head! only then will you start to get scared.. i think ;)

i look at ur pic after i read the story :) then i feel better
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 10:41:48 AM

LoL oops :P sorry :)

i look at ur pic after i read the story :) then i feel better  

Lawls! You're so corny.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 06, 2009, 10:48:33 AM
Lawls! You're so corny.  ;D

corny? well at least it caught ur attention... i think :P hrmMm maybe now is a good time to talk to u privately :D dont wanna go off subject on this thread
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 06, 2009, 11:01:50 AM
One of my cousin shared this one of his real experience story with me. It goes like so, one night my cousin and two of his friends was staying up late playing card games and drinking beers at his place. It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning when the phone ring. My cousin told one of his friend to pick it up and answer 'cause he's next to it. His friend chat on it for awhile, hang up and smile at them and reply "lets go get some" and ran out the front door. My cousin and his other buddy hurry up and follow him into his car. Curious they asked "where are we going?", "don't worry, some girls just want to kick it, if you know what I mean" his friend blurt out all exciting.

When they've arrived at a bridge in a small town, two beautiful Hmong girls was at the other edge of it waiting and waving at them. The girls got in the back seat with the other friend and he started making out with one of 'em, my cousin was sitting in the passenger side so he kept looking back and talking to one of the other girl. He told me at the time he was thinking to himself "that girl is so fine, so sexy, so pretty, so everything, perfect". He also told me he was actually considering her his future wife. All of a sudden the guy driving the car started asking the girls where they want to go and he started driving kind of different, shaking like almost. They girls told him to just keep on driving straight ahead but instead he turn the car around really quick and jerk everyone inside the vehicle. The girls started yelling for him to pull up so he stop the car and the girls got out all angry. My cousin and the friend at the back was like "dude!, what's up?" but the driver didn't respond.

The next morning they all had a little talk about the night before. The driver said when he looked into the rear view mirror right after the girls got into the car with them, he saw his friend making out with a rotten corp in the back seat. My cousin than realize "how did those two girls got my house phone number" and "why are they at the bridge" and "how did we felled for it". Than the one sitting at the back with the girls said he did kind of wonder why her breath stinks so much when he kisses her but she was so turn on that he didn't mind about it at the time. The driver added to his side of the story that after he saw their true selves and was afraid but asked them where to wanted to go anyway, he realize right there that straight ahead is toward a very big Hmong cemetery and funeral home in that area so that's why he did a u-turn very fast because he was very afraid at that point. And also that when he looked back in his rear view mirror again to see if the girls had follow them after dropping them off, they were nowhere to be found right there in the middle of the bridge as if they've jump off. Too frightened so they told their parents about it. All of the old people yelled at them first for being so stupid, picking up girls in the middle of a bridge a two in the morning. But than afterward the parents comfort them and plan a shaman ceremony asap.

The shaman said that the two Hmong girls was rape and murder near the bridge by a bunch of Hmong gang guys not too long ago. The girls' souls try to go back home to their family but was lost and can't find their way. He don't know why the girls called my cousin and them but said that it could of be that they were drunk and it was really late so those girls spotted them somehow and aid them to the girls' location. He also added that the girls was bored so they did wanted to take some Hmong guys to go and stay with them which my cousin and his friends were the main target of. But luckily they got those girls very mad somehow and the girls change their mind so my cousin and his buddies are okay. But for many weeks my cousin's friend's car stink like decaying animal.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 11:37:01 AM
corny? well at least it caught ur attention... i think :P hrmMm maybe now is a good time to talk to u privately :D dont wanna go off subject on this thread


Lawls!! Don't you recognize me?? Hint: I'm the girl from the funeral. Think Victor, think!!

Anywho, here's another story.

There was a family that was doing the jingle bell thing somewhere in wisconsin. There was a little boy sitting next to the door watching tv. Something came and sat next to him and when he looked to see what it was, he saw a really rotten looking person so he put his hand to the side of his face so that he wouldn't be able to see it. That thing was poking him and saying, "Keng, come on, let's go. Come with me." He started crying and the shaman came and asked what was wrong. A little girl that was there said that she saw something run upstairs into her room. So the shaman went to grab that one hmong knife thingy and went upstairs into her room and shut the door. He couldn't see anything but something pushed him. He started swinging the knife and cut that thing and it started bleeding. The door swung open and there was a trail of blood leading down the stairway and out the door. They said it was a poj ntxoog that was trying to take him but I heard this story a long time ago so everything is kind of blurry. Sorry!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 06, 2009, 01:15:37 PM
Behold the power of the hMONG KNIFE it is even more powerful than a drill, a sword, a saw, and a blade combine. It has the power to heal and still have a good time using it to cook freshly good hmong food. haha... Thank god i have a hmong knife...
i have many times put a knife under my pillow and it worked just fine. And also it is there to protect yourself from bad spirits and rapist...lolz
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 06, 2009, 01:36:04 PM
but anyways here is story I have told many times but not sure if it was in here..but here is what i heard from one of my uncle...

There was a hmong man in michigan that went shopping for food at the food store and he saw a beautiful blond white girl walking toward him.  He thought to himself what a fine hottie and so the white lady probbaly in mid 20s asked him if he could buy her some food because she was very hungry.  The hmong man asked her why don't she asked her parents and relative for money and food, and she told him that she doesn't know where they are and she is all alone. She told him that she asked everybody that passes by but they won't help her. So by the looked of the hmong guy he was intrigued by her beautifulness and so he offered to buy her some food.  She was very pleased with him and he was also very happy to of got to know her.  Well he was thinking about banging her because she was so hot and so he asked her if she need a ride home and she said "No thanks". So he offered her his phone number and whatever she needs something she can call him up.
Well in the next couple of day, the hmong guy got a called from the white girl and she said she was very hungry again and if he can buy some food for her again. SO the hmong guy said yes because he was thinking about banging the white girl and the hmong guy asked if he can pick her up but she refused. She said that she is on her way to his house right not and then they hang up. Then all in a sudden, a couple second after they hung up the phone, there was a ring at the door.  The hmong guy went to open it and saw the white girl. 
He asked her how did she get here so fast because they just got done talking on the phone and she said she callled him on her way to his house.  So they both went in the hmong guy's car and after they got done shopping he asked if he can take her home, but she refused.  He really wanted her so he kept on bugging and she gave in.
She took the bus and said she will call him again and so in the next couple of days she finally called.
she asked him if he could come pick her up for some food again and he said sure because he wanted to visit her house very bad. She gave him her adress and as he drove to her house he started realizing that he was getting off the big streets and into the small streets. He followed the address and came to a entrance of the cemetery and followed the block and the number of the grave site. He thought that this is strange but what are the chances of her house being in there.  So he came up to her block and walked her to her grave site and leaned over just to see who grave it was and without a doubt it was the young beautiful white girl's picture printed on the tombstone.  The tombstone said that she had died many years ago and he got very scary because he came to her house and it was just a grave site.  He got very scared and rushed all the way home and then moment he got home. he recieved a phone call from the white girl and she asked him "Why didn't he come in?" and the hmong guy replied "where was your house" she told him he was right in front of her house and she was looking at her window for him but he wouldn't come home"..the hmong guy got scared and said that he doesn't know where she lives and she told him she will be there next morning to pick him up so they can go to her place.  That night when his wife came home he told her everything and they moved out before she had the chance to pick him up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 01:52:43 PM
ewwww that is freaky!! :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 06, 2009, 01:54:04 PM
There is a very scary ghost story about two love and one lover came very cocky and bragged that her death spouse is no match for him..this story is very scary..let me know if you guys want to hear it. it takes place in thailand..

well anyways there is something that we all should know and that is to not talk to stranger...the re is an old rumor in fresno by the highway leading to the the casino and the rumor was that backed in the days there was a hmong guy driving through the highway and he was speeding. A patrol car pulled him over for speeding and wrote him a ticket. The next couple of days he went to pay it and the clerks told him that he ticket is not in the system and that he signature of the ticket died many years ago.  The hmong guy got scared and never speed on that highway again.
There is also a story that during that told my uncle living overthere that there was these creepy streets that would be unattended. And at midnight when the hmongs get off of work they would drive through these roads and one day a hmong guy found himself with a hmong girl and she told him she wanted to go to sactown. this was during the time when hmong ghosts started appearing and so the hmong guy took her and when beofre they reach their destination. she disappeared. many times this happened and my uncles said that because many hmongs are in the place, there are ghosts that are not release and therefore haunts their death location.  
This is one of the reasons why buses don't provide services at night anymore because there was a rumor going around that the buses would make their trips all night long and during the course of dead walking, the bus driver would picked these people up and then looked in his rear mirror and see rotten courses. many complaints and they stopped providing services.  

also when you go fishing, never throw big or small rocks into an open pond because you will not want to find out.  A young hmong marine is said to perished while going swimiming in an open clean blue/green pond. the elders say that a clean pond with no leaves nor waste in the middle of the pond is the town of zajs....note zajs are different from poj ntxoojs. they have the ability to change forms, send messengers, power to supply you with fishes and travel in the human and water world.  
i will tell you guys a story about zajs...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 06, 2009, 01:57:22 PM
wow that is spooky... time to go look at iSpink's picture again :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 02:05:57 PM
wow that is spooky... time to go look at iSpink's picture again :)

LAWLS... omg. ;) Too silly.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 06, 2009, 04:13:24 PM
I have this one cousin who used to always talk to girls online. He started talking to this one chick he met but they never saw each other face to face. They sent each other their pictures so they knew how each other looked like. He showed one of my aunt's her picture and she was like, "How can you talk to her? She's been dead for the past 3 years!!" This freaked him out so he stopped talking to her. Now he's married and has 3 kids. =) [okay I know this isn't as scary as the other ones, but I've ran out of stories to tell!!]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 06, 2009, 07:52:11 PM
if you people feel that you are being sit on while sleeping, keep a plush dog beside you. before you go to bed, take the dog with you and tell it to protect you. Set it next to you when you sleep. They're afraid of dogs. Dogs bark when they see weird things so having a plush dog next to can really help you.

i keep one beside my baby. No nightmares for him. He only cry when he wants milk. He sleep with me in bed so it also help me too. Ever since then, no more feeling like being sit on.

if you try this, let me know how it goes too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 06, 2009, 09:54:35 PM
Maybe that's why I've never gotten sat on!
I've got tons of stuffed animals lying on my bed, including dogs.

My mom says that if I ever get sat on, pray to God and it'll stop.
It works for my brother who gets sat on every couple months.
For my father though, she has to wave the knife around -_-

I heard this story from a friend.
There was this Hmong girl who had hella mean parents who would abuse and beat her all the time; one day she couldn't take it anymore and killed herself. Later, a couple that was kinda related to her parents came to visit her parents one day and brought their daughter with them. When they saw the daughter, she said she was their daughter in her past life and she killed herself so she could be born to parents who loved her and treated her right. She still remembered everything they ever did to her :X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 07, 2009, 03:43:10 PM
no more stories? :(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 08, 2009, 11:43:04 AM
Reincarnating seem so true. I heard a story about a young brave hmong man who'd die fighting for Vang Pao back in laos. Before he went off to war he'd promise his wife that he'll be back to take care of her and his kids. Well, the war was over and there's no sign of him so the family moved with the other hmong families into a thai's refugee camp and than many years later, they arrived to the US. The wife remarried and thought she'd moved on with her life until almost thirty years later.

One day, a far distance relative called up the wife and said that there some hmong people who really wanted to come to her house and talk with her. She had no idea who these "hmong people" were, but knowing the relative she said "alright, you come over with them too". As soon as she open her door for her guests, a mid 20's hmong man rush in and hug her and started crying historically. At first she was confuse and afraid, not knowing what's going on. Everybody finally got him to calm down and let him explain the whole situation for her.

He said "kuv yog koj tus txiv" still trying to stop crying "you and I was once a couple, back in laos". She didn't believed him, she'd thought it's some kind of pranks. The wife got mad and told everyone to leave her house, she order for one of her older son who'd happened to be their with them to kick eveyone out including the relative that brought them into her house. She use the son's name Chue and that's when it all happened like it is.

The young hmong man stood up and said "my Chue, you're my little Chue?" he went to hug the son but Chue step back. The young hmong man turn to the wife and added "you and I met at your parent's garden, I was at your village with a friend and ever since than we started talking for three months before we got married, I visited you almost everyday and night in the time between it and we have my older son Tou about a year later and than Chue here is my second son". Everyone in the room got silence. He continue "me and you also had a daughter name Mai, she's the youngest child". The wife just stared at him still angry and than reply "Who'd told you about my life and sent you here to lie to me that you're my first husband, he die a long time ago back during the war and you're not old enough". Things was heating up again a fight almost broke out between Chue and the young hmong man.

"Chue, I am you father" the young hmong man commanded. "I took you and your older brother fishing when you guys was small right before I went to war, we caught this many fishes and this many crabs do you remember?, you were seven at the time and Blong was nine, you two brothers are two years apart". He pause, looked around and notice everyone seem to be listening now he begin again, this time with a more calmly voice "my son, remember?, when we was coming back home and you were so tire to walk anymore so I piggy back you all the way home and you're brother have to carry all the fishes and crabs?". Than the wife asked "okay, were is our house?, when was it built?, who'd helped us built it?, how long did we lived there?, where is our garden?, how far is it from home?, where is our garden house located?, who is your brothers and sisters and who's mine?", and all of those other question. He got it all right.

The wife suggested that he did a really good research on her life, that anyone could of told him all that. She was really angry now and started cursing them that how dare they tried to lie to her about her husband and her past life that bad omen will be on their side. Than the young hmong man responded "you don't believe me?, I'll tell you this, when me and you were dating and were all by ourselves, you told me this and I told you that", "now, no body know about our conversation right?", "we first made love here, and than there". A little into details, but that's how he got her attention. "I'd promise you that I'll be back after the war to take care of you and the kids, but I was killed in a battlefield". "I know I was dead, I see everybody running and still shooting and screaming, and than there on the ground was my body".

I'll finish this later . . .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on February 08, 2009, 01:34:33 PM
Since we're on this topic of reincarnation where's a true story. When I was 10 years old my mom's aunt came to visit from Wisconsin she wanted to borrow some money to go to Laos. She told my parents that this was this girl in Laos who said that she was my mom's dead cousin and the aunt wanted to go see her. My parents questioned her how does she know that it was really her daughter. So she told my parents this story to this day I remember it like it was yesterday. She said that someone of her former son-law's relatives had went to laos recently and met this girl who knew exactly who they were she had told them who she was. She told them about the times when those relatives were living with her family in the small village and how she would always babysit the relatives children when they relatives went to the farm. She also told then that she died giving birth to her daughter and since they were by the river awaiting to cross over to Thailand her husband and parents didn't buried her they just covered her with branches and took her baby and crossed the river she tried following them but she couldn't cross the river so she sat by the river for days until this couple came to the river, she than followed them and was born into their daughter. Her parents even confirm that all her life she had told them this story. Upon hearing this from the husband's relatives he went to laos and met this girl she was like maybe 13 years old. She told about their whole life together. The children they had and things that they did together that no one knew about. She showed him a birth mark that she had on the back of her neck. It was then that he believed her because in her former life her and her brothers and sisters were playing with fire and she got burned there. She told him how she got that mark. He believed her and said although he still loved her , he can not be with her because of the age difference. When he came back from Laos he told her parents everything that's why my mom aunt wanted to go to Laos. My parents gave her the money.My mom's aunt ended up sponsoring her here and my dad was co-sponsor. It was freaky every time I see her I get the chills.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 08, 2009, 10:11:59 PM
Okay!, adding on to my story. Yeah, he started telling them about how he die and how he reincarnate and everything. He said that he stay with his body for a whole week to make sure that no animals well come and eat it before he wonder off. Seven days and his body is really decaying so he no animal will want to touch it now and started walking off looking for anybody to help him find his way home but the people that he met in the area was also lost. He kept walking and finally he starting to hear a lot of hmong people talking, he rush to where the chit chatting was coming from and right there was two big plane and a whole village of hmong people getting in. The ran there and asked everyone to help him find his kid and wife but everybody was just crying and getting on the plane so he got on the plane too. Next thing he know, he was three years old and living in Minnesota, USA. At that age he already started talking about finding his kids and wife but his new parents just thought that maybe he got the line from watching to much television. And that's how his rumor got out to reach them because through out his whole new childhood life, he has always been talking about finding his family.

He is already married before he reach is old wife, and already had one kid. After everything was understood, his old wife apologize and introduce her kids to their suppose father (way younger than they are). He told his two sons and daughter that he's sorry he wasn't there to see them grow up but a least he get to come back and see them all already grown up and healthy and living happy. But yeah, he went back to Minnesota and left his old wife and old kids alone after everything was said and done. He is still living.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: THE DIVINE CONDOR on February 09, 2009, 08:16:38 AM
Bring 'em on!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 09, 2009, 08:32:57 AM
My sister told me this story:

there was this couple who gave birth to a daughter with a disfigured face. They were so ashamed of her that one day they took her on a boating trip and as they were looking over the rails, they pushed her off and she died. A couple years later they had another daughter without the disfigured face, they were happy and delighted that she was so beautiful. When the little girl got older, they decided to go on a little boat cruise, as they stood at the rails their little girl turned to them and said "mommy, daddy, please don't push me over this time"  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 09, 2009, 11:48:37 AM
some of these stories, belong in the JOKE section. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 09, 2009, 12:48:58 PM
found this somewhere on the net..

This is a true story that happened to my cousin's boy friend. I do not want to tell his real name, so let's call him Bob.

One night, Bob went fishing with his friends. It was really dark at the fishing place, but Bob thought he saw something, but never said anything. He just kind of ignored and went on fishing. The next day, him and his friend's left home. When he arrived home, he went to bed. Before he fell asleep, he felt a ghost sat on him. He ignored and thought it was nothing, but it kept happening the next night and the next and so on.

He told his mom about it and his parents did the hmong ritual. The shaman guy told the family that there's a Dragon lady who likes their son and won't leave him alone. She wants him and she will take him with her someday. The shaman guy also said that there is no way for them to make her leave because no one has no power to make her leave. She'll leave when she wish to. The dragon lady told the shaman man for my cousin to not marry Bob too, and if she does marry Bob then she'll kill my cousin. This is not only the freaky part, but my cousin told me about one night when Bob and her were at her place.

It was probably 11:00pm, and Bob and my cousin were sitting on the couch. Bob and her were talking and having a conversation. He was stroking her hair and talking sweet to her. Their conversation probably went on for about five to ten minutes. All of a sudden, Bob seemed like he just got up from a good nap and knew nothing about their conversation. My cousin got scared so she told him to get out because she was thinking that he was possessed by the Dragon lady.

I think that he was possessed but I'm not sure.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 09, 2009, 12:54:05 PM
wow that's freaky, but if they can do jingle bells to hide a person from spirits how cum it's not the same here. Is it because shes a dragon lady? but aren't they spirits too? just curious?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aberration on February 09, 2009, 01:28:50 PM
This Hmong family had just moved into a new house and they were trying to potty-train their 3 year old but the little boy would cry everytime he was near the toilet and/or whenever his parents put him on it.  They were confused as to why he never wanted to sit on the toilet because he was doing fine at their old house.  One day, the mom had had enough so she sat the boy down on the toilet for a few minutes even though he was crying his head off.  When she took him off, he pointed to his butt and said that it hurted.  She checked out his butt and found that there were bite marks all over his butt.  They didn't know what happened so they ua neeg and found out that the previous owner had killed his wife and threw her head into the toilet!  They quickly moved out of the house when they found out what had happened.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 09, 2009, 06:42:30 PM
This Hmong family had just moved into a new house and they were trying to potty-train their 3 year old but the little boy would cry everytime he was near the toilet and/or whenever his parents put him on it.  They were confused as to why he never wanted to sit on the toilet because he was doing fine at their old house.  One day, the mom had had enough so she sat the boy down on the toilet for a few minutes even though he was crying his head off.  When she took him off, he pointed to his butt and said that it hurted.  She checked out his butt and found that there were bite marks all over his butt.  They didn't know what happened so they ua neeg and found out that the previous owner had killed his wife and threw her head into the toilet!  They quickly moved out of the house when they found out what had happened.



whoa, that scared me!  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on February 09, 2009, 06:43:33 PM
^ were you on the toilet with a laptop?  hehehe jokes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 09, 2009, 07:11:17 PM
^ were you on the toilet with a laptop?  hehehe jokes.

hahaha

no.. just the thought of a head in the toilet freaks me out!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SunKissed on February 09, 2009, 07:48:21 PM
This is not a Hmong ghost story (it's not even a ghost story), but it made the hair on my arm rise. 

My backyard faces a bay, an inlet that empties into the Pacific Ocean.  The bay is pretty shallow, probably just about chin deep.  I often swim there.  One Sunday afternoon, my roommate and I went out swimming further than we normally would.  We discovered a pool by accident, green as jade, beautiful, and it was deep too (sudden drop) considering that just a few yards away you can still wade in the water with your feet touching the bottom.  We were so mesmerized by this jade pool that we'd go out there often.

Well one day, my roommate had two of her guy buddies visiting her and they went diving in the bay into the ocean.  They came back later saying that they dived into the jade pool, it was pretty close to 100 ft deep, and a shark's cove.

I haven't swam there since.  I only stay in shallow water now.  The horrors I hear of shark tragedies.  I'm scared to be a victim. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aberration on February 09, 2009, 08:24:36 PM
A couple of Hmong kids were playing in their grandfather's room, just messing around and doing typical little kid stuff.  One of the girl happen to glance at the open closet (the sliding doors kind) and saw an old lady sitting on the ground, grinning at her.  She thought to herself, "Why would grandpa's lady friend be hiding in his closet and not out with the other grown-ups?" but didn't really think about it.  After a while, they all left the room.  She asked her older sister if she had seen their grandpa's friend in the closet and the sister just looked at her like she was crazy.  She told her younger sister that there weren't anything grown-us in the room.  They later found out that the grandpa had set an alter in his closet.   :o

One story that I read that scared the crap out of me was about this girl who shared a bunk bed w/her sister.  She slept on the top while her sister slept on the bottom.  One night, she woke up and saw a young lady in white floating at the corner of their room.  She got scared and pulled the covers over her head.  A few weeks later, her sister was out of the house and one of her cousin was sleeping over.  The girl slept on the bottom bunk while the cousin slept on the top.  In the middle of the night, the cousin screamed out and woke everyone up.  She said that she was sleeping and woke up and saw a face staring at her.  She didn't really think anything of it because she was still half asleep but then she suddenly realized that she was sleeping on the top bunk and that it wasn't possible for someone to be standing and be eye level with her. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on February 09, 2009, 09:28:45 PM
I have a recent and quick one to share....

this past Saturday we had a baby shower for my cousin's wife at another cousin's house. Everyone was either in the living room or in the basement. Later on in the evening, one of my cousin's son (the one who's house we were at) busted his lips so they had to take him to the hospital for stitches. Anyways, as they're going in and out of the bedrooms to get ready to leave...my other cousin's 2 1/2 yr old daughter comes out of the boys bedroom and says "I see ghost, I see ghost!" over and over again. At first we didn't think anything of it since she was only 2 yr old so one of my cousin asked my niece to take her and show her where the ghost was. She takes my cousin's hand and as they're entering the room she covers her eyes. She then points to the younger boy's bed (the one that busted his lips) and says that's where the ghost is. All of us girls were sitting in the living room watching this and getting spooked out at the same time. Her mom didn't even know she knew what a ghost was and had never heard her say that before.  Her mom then asked her to bring her mom to show her where the ghost was....again she took her mom's hand and led her to the bedroom. By this time you could tell by the look on her face that she was pretty scared...poor thing. She pointed to the younger son's bed again saying that's where the ghost is.  A few mins past by and I wanted to take a picture w/ the youngest son's riding dinosaur which was in the bedroom so my cousin and I went in there to take pictures. She came back from the basement where her dad was to tell him she saw a ghost upstairs.  She came into the room where we were and you can tell that she still saw the ghost sitting on the bed by her posture.  Again, someone came into the room and asked her where the ghost was...she pointed to the bed again and covered her eyes. I had my camera on me, I should've put it on movie mode and record!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 10, 2009, 07:18:36 AM
A couple of Hmong kids were playing in their grandfather's room, just messing around and doing typical little kid stuff.  One of the girl happen to glance at the open closet (the sliding doors kind) and saw an old lady sitting on the ground, grinning at her.  She thought to herself, "Why would grandpa's lady friend be hiding in his closet and not out with the other grown-ups?" but didn't really think about it.  After a while, they all left the room.  She asked her older sister if she had seen their grandpa's friend in the closet and the sister just looked at her like she was crazy.  She told her younger sister that there weren't anything grown-us in the room.  They later found out that the grandpa had set an alter in his closet.   :o

One story that I read that scared the crap out of me was about this girl who shared a bunk bed w/her sister.  She slept on the top while her sister slept on the bottom.  One night, she woke up and saw a young lady in white floating at the corner of their room.  She got scared and pulled the covers over her head.  A few weeks later, her sister was out of the house and one of her cousin was sleeping over.  The girl slept on the bottom bunk while the cousin slept on the top.  In the middle of the night, the cousin screamed out and woke everyone up.  She said that she was sleeping and woke up and saw a face staring at her.  She didn't really think anything of it because she was still half asleep but then she suddenly realized that she was sleeping on the top bunk and that it wasn't possible for someone to be standing and be eye level with her. 


When you say alter do you mean like he had a shrine of a woman in his closet. oooo  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aberration on February 10, 2009, 08:58:18 AM
I'm not sure but I'm assuming it's the kind that traditional Hmong families have.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 10, 2009, 10:32:43 AM
Some families have two altars in the home, the big one is like the doctor, and the little one is like the nurse.
In my family, we only have one altar.

The family altar is where many strange things happen...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: eyefish on February 10, 2009, 01:22:52 PM
Okay!, adding on to my story. Yeah, he started telling them about how he die and how he reincarnate and everything. He said that he stay with his body for a whole week to make sure that no animals well come and eat it before he wonder off. Seven days and his body is really decaying so he no animal will want to touch it now and started walking off looking for anybody to help him find his way home but the people that he met in the area was also lost. He kept walking and finally he starting to hear a lot of hmong people talking, he rush to where the chit chatting was coming from and right there was two big plane and a whole village of hmong people getting in. The ran there and asked everyone to help him find his kid and wife but everybody was just crying and getting on the plane so he got on the plane too. Next thing he know, he was three years old and living in Minnesota, USA. At that age he already started talking about finding his kids and wife but his new parents just thought that maybe he got the line from watching to much television. And that's how his rumor got out to reach them because through out his whole new childhood life, he has always been talking about finding his family.

He is already married before he reach is old wife, and already had one kid. After everything was understood, his old wife apologize and introduce her kids to their suppose father (way younger than they are). He told his two sons and daughter that he's sorry he wasn't there to see them grow up but a least he get to come back and see them all already grown up and healthy and living happy. But yeah, he went back to Minnesota and left his old wife and old kids alone after everything was said and done. He is still living.

I have an aunt that remembers her past life too. She's known since she was a kid from what I heard. She use to always cry for her husband and her children. She'd always try to get her older brother to "take her home" to see her family. For a long time, her new family thought something is wrong with her. Finally, they relent and took her and of course her husband and children are way older than her. In 1996, when she first went back to Laos, she went to visit her children whom are now like in their 70s or 80s. She remembers everything. They call her mom and all that. I know, kinda strange.......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Jena on February 10, 2009, 05:44:53 PM
My second oldest brother had a friend when they were in college.  I believe they were living in the same dorm during their stay in college.  Anyhow, the friend has a girlfriend.  The friend wanted to go visit his girl, so he asked my brother to go with him, but my brother had too much studies to do, so he asked another friend of his to tag along.  So both my brother's friend went on their trip to see the girlfriend.  When they got to her house, it was already kind of late during the evening.  So they stayed there for about an hour and a half.  They were going to come back home, but his girlfriend's mother asked them to sleep over, since it was already so late.  So his girlfriend and mother prepared a bed in the finished basement for them.  Later that night when they were sleeping, and whispering about the visit to his girl's house, the friend who tagged along asked the other friend where was his girlfriend's father.  The friend knew that his girlfriend's father has passed away, but he didn't want to mention about it, so he lied to his friend that her father went hunting.  Apparently, the other friend said to him..." so who's that over there looking at us?" which freaked out the friend...they both got up and went home.  When they got back to the dorm, he told my brother what happened...abo ut two weeks later, he broke up with his girlfriend.

SHIET!  FREAKY!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 11, 2009, 12:28:46 PM
This happened to me when I was about 6 or 7. I would never forget such a day; it haunts me till this day. We lived in Utah at the time, I’m not sure exactly where but I do remember that it was an old house. My mother worked 2nd and I stayed home with my grandmother, there was only the three of us. I had no one to play with and so I liked to explore the house and play niam thiab txiv by myself, well one night after my mom had left to work I went into our bedroom to play and as I walked in I saw that someone was still under the blanket. I peeked out our bedroom door and saw grandmother sitting in the living room; of course at six years old I was utterly confused. I just saw my mom leave for work and my grandmother in the living room. As a kid my curiosity and imagination gets easily intrigued and without thinking I crept over and squeezed its foot. It was cold as ice and what ever it was it didn’t move. Stupid me I wanted to lift up the blanket and see who it was but grandmother was calling me. I stood there for a bit, wanting to lift up the blanket. I grabbed the edge of it and said “mommy, koj tus mus nes?†no answer and still no movement. I was getting ready to lift the blanket up when I heard footsteps from behind me, I turned around and my grandmother was standing by the doorway telling me to go stay with her, when I turned back around there was nothing left.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 11, 2009, 12:39:27 PM
This happened to me when I was about 6 or 7. I would never forget such a day; it haunts me till this day. We lived in Utah at the time, I’m not sure exactly where but I do remember that it was an old house. My mother worked 2nd and I stayed home with my grandmother, there was only the three of us. I had no one to play with and so I liked to explore the house and play niam thiab txiv by myself, well one night after my mom had left to work I went into our bedroom to play and as I walked in I saw that someone was still under the blanket. I peeked out our bedroom door and saw grandmother sitting in the living room; of course at six years old I was utterly confused. I just saw my mom leave for work and my grandmother in the living room. As a kid my curiosity and imagination gets easily intrigued and without thinking I crept over and squeezed its foot. It was cold as ice and what ever it was it didn’t move. Stupid me I wanted to lift up the blanket and see who it was but grandmother was calling me. I stood there for a bit, wanting to lift up the blanket. I grabbed the edge of it and said “mommy, koj tus mus nes?” no answer and still no movement. I was getting ready to lift the blanket up when I heard footsteps from behind me, I turned around and my grandmother was standing by the doorway telling me to go stay with her, when I turned back around there was nothing left.

whoa spooky!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tooney on February 11, 2009, 04:24:06 PM
this happen to me like about 3 month ago, i was alseep and i woke up in the middle of the night wanting to go piss but i was too lazy so i hold in and sleep again..:D....and then i had a dream that i was somewhere strange and i need to piss but no matter how much i piss its not enough and then i woke but like have way asleep and then it happen...i felt something a present of something behind me because i was sleeping with my  face to the wall and away from the door..i try to get up and bam it was nothing..heheh j.ks....but anyways i try to get up and it push me back down and i was sat for hell of a long time dude and at the sametime i feel like i still need to piss so try an try and try then i was free like 10 min later shit man...so i ran to  the bath room and piss for another hell of long time and itwas 3 something i remeber cuz i had a text..idk why..and thing it hit and i realize i just got sat on..so all i gos bumps in my body stand out like it the temperture was below 0..my hair was like all up and feelin funny..so i got hell of scared and made a run to my bed but then i was thrusting of water so i rub it off and went down stair for water...and then i had a chill and i was like wat ever...i got a glass of water geting to water and the i feel a cold wind blow all my gosbunps in my body went up anf out again...i look back BAM ii saw a mistly figure and i froze and drop my glass and it slowly disappear like the was a wind current in the house blowing it away..O yeah i forgot to metion my mom is a shamanist so i think and i grab a sword and ran to sleep because i didnt want to wake anyone up..i was hell of scared yo...then the next day i told my mom and .............. tell u later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on February 12, 2009, 03:02:55 AM
this happen to me like about 3 month ago, i was alseep and i woke up in the middle of the night wanting to go piss but i was too lazy so i hold in and sleep again..:D....and then i had a dream that i was somewhere strange and i need to piss but no matter how much i piss its not enough and then i woke but like have way asleep and then it happen...i felt something a present of something behind me because i was sleeping with my  face to the wall and away from the door..i try to get up and bam it was nothing..heheh j.ks....but anyways i try to get up and it push me back down and i was sat for hell of a long time dude and at the sametime i feel like i still need to piss so try an try and try then i was free like 10 min later shit man...so i ran to  the bath room and piss for another hell of long time and itwas 3 something i remeber cuz i had a text..idk why..and thing it hit and i realize i just got sat on..so all i gos bumps in my body stand out like it the temperture was below 0..my hair was like all up and feelin funny..so i got hell of scared and made a run to my bed but then i was thrusting of water so i rub it off and went down stair for water...and then i had a chill and i was like wat ever...i got a glass of water geting to water and the i feel a cold wind blow all my gosbunps in my body went up anf out again...i look back BAM ii saw a mistly figure and i froze and drop my glass and it slowly disappear like the was a wind current in the house blowing it away..O yeah i forgot to metion my mom is a shamanist so i think and i grab a sword and ran to sleep because i didnt want to wake anyone up..i was hell of scared yo...then the next day i told my mom and .............. tell u later

LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 12, 2009, 03:32:26 PM
Hmong culture is based on shamanism and that ideal leads to many of the unknow mysteries of the world. including many of the unexplained phenomonon. well one of the ways hmong counter the unknown wandering spirit is to set up a altar in which it is the main station. For example the altar is like a CPU of a computer or a police station watching over the city for bad people like the bad spirits.  Well the altar is mainly made from paper money with stick figures drawn on it to resemble humans. the altar can be consist of one of two hanging on the wall or if you are a shaman with high prestige you may have a standing altar which will hold your spirits.  Most altars will face east and it is to clean up the bad spirits. Hmong famillies usually have an altar to proctect their house from evil spirits lurking from the dark shadow of the outside world. All doors are guarded by two security guards and they are believed to been sent directly from heaven and if they are attacked from evil doers then they can take them to court in heaven or perish them. but if a bad spirit is led in by a person in the house, inwhich it hides in the form of human, then the guards have not power to stop it.
lets move on to the door now.
familys who encountered ghosts may have wooded knifes hanging from their door to representing a spell. some may have red corns or tiger teeth because when a poj ntxooj sees tiger teeth they know not to mess with their grandpa.

All of these are the works of spirit guards but like in the real world we still have to pay our workers. so what we do it during the new year we pay tributes to them by renewing our vows and giveing them money and food. good luck you guys. hope everyone have one especially those who still carry on the old ways.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on February 12, 2009, 05:31:26 PM
I work at a hospital & late at night where the OR is a lot of the security officers tell me its haunted.  In one instance they came upon this sink running in the OR.   They shut it off & immediately after they turned it off & turned around it turns on(keep in mind they've only turned around & haven't even started to walk yet.).  One encounter, an officer went into the OR with no lights on & only had a flash light.  He could hear through the door into the waiting room a toddler playing with his/her parent/guardian.  The building was closed, no lights & officers usually do rounds @ 2am.  That officer turned around & just left, never finished his round.  Another encounter was with 2 officers.  They had just got off the elevator & one was following the other.  In the reflection of the window in front of them right off the elevator the first officer saw a black figure pass behind them.  He immediately froze & without even turning around asked the other officer which was behind him,"Did you see that? Something just passed behind us."  The officer replied,"No I didn't see it I felt it pass behind me." The officer behind was looking down when it happened so he didn't see the figure but felt it pass behind him.  They both put 2 & 2 together & just left.  8 floor building & the just took off.  hahahaha....  Anyhow I have more from the hospital, but don't wanna bore ya...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 12, 2009, 10:33:01 PM
That's some stories!. I also heard from the old people once that back in Laos they use to put an alter in the chicken coop too so the hairy creature won't go bother it.

Here's a story I heard while attending a funeral home awhile back. A young Hmong man who loved chicken fighting. He liked it so much that sometime even when it's completely dark outside, he'll go to the coop and check up on his roosters with just a flashlight. His wife hated the chickens so much so he'd gotten her a border collie to quite her down because she like dogs. As time went by, all of a sudden something kept plucking his chicken naked or bruise the chicken to where it can't walk. So one night while his wife was away, he put the little dog out there and suddenly that little dog kept running around the chicken coop barking, running and barking. At first he only see the dog running around the coop, he could hear the dog's bark going away around from one corner to the other than back toward him and than around again. He didn't know what was going on but it looked like the dog is chasing something. So he got an idea, he thought "if I stand right here where the dog is going to be running to when he comes back from around the corner, see if he is chasing something or if he just running around". And than finally the dog's bark came closer and closer, he held the flashlight right in front of him while he wait. Than from the corner came running toward him was a two foot tall white hairy human looking with a bright red monkey face, the creature stop right about five feet from him, looked at him than when the dog turn the corner the creature turn and ran into the woods and dog went after it but came back shortly after. After that night, when ever he goes to the coop, he'll take the dog with him and ever since than his chicken's been doing good.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on February 13, 2009, 11:29:11 AM
That's some stories!. I also heard from the old people once that back in Laos they use to put an alter in the chicken coop too so the hairy creature won't go bother it.

Here's a story I heard while attending a funeral home awhile back. A young Hmong man who loved chicken fighting. He liked it so much that sometime even when it's completely dark outside, he'll go to the coop and check up on his roosters with just a flashlight. His wife hated the chickens so much so he'd gotten her a border collie to quite her down because she like dogs. As time went by, all of a sudden something kept plucking his chicken naked or bruise the chicken to where it can't walk. So one night while his wife was away, he put the little dog out there and suddenly that little dog kept running around the chicken coop barking, running and barking. At first he only see the dog running around the coop, he could hear the dog's bark going away around from one corner to the other than back toward him and than around again. He didn't know what was going on but it looked like the dog is chasing something. So he got an idea, he thought "if I stand right here where the dog is going to be running to when he comes back from around the corner, see if he is chasing something or if he just running around". And than finally the dog's bark came closer and closer, he held the flashlight right in front of him while he wait. Than from the corner came running toward him was a two foot tall white hairy human looking with a bright red monkey face, the creature stop right about five feet from him, looked at him than when the dog turn the corner the creature turn and ran into the woods and dog went after it but came back shortly after. After that night, when ever he goes to the coop, he'll take the dog with him and ever since than his chicken's been doing good.

That's it?  I would've shot that thing already.  I've shot wild cats and fox like that.  My Mom's got chicken coops in the countryside.  Everytime hoping it was a creature like yours.   Those things only be around Hmong People. 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 13, 2009, 02:37:01 PM
wow. you shot a fearsome tiger there. congrats.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on February 13, 2009, 09:51:22 PM
more stories
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 13, 2009, 10:45:22 PM
Eeek! That picture reminds me of the stories where Hmong guys shot at tigers/cats and then they got sick and died -_-;
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on February 13, 2009, 11:08:26 PM
you cursed me. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 13, 2009, 11:17:06 PM
Well, since you're alive, it probably won't happen to you. But better ask the ancestors to bless you before you shoot, the males in my family do that and they always bring home huge kill.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongrl123 on February 14, 2009, 08:10:56 PM
If you're telling your parents' stories, I have so many to tell I don't even know where to start. :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongrl123 on February 14, 2009, 08:13:27 PM
That's some stories!. I also heard from the old people once that back in Laos they use to put an alter in the chicken coop too so the hairy creature won't go bother it.

Here's a story I heard while attending a funeral home awhile back. A young Hmong man who loved chicken fighting. He liked it so much that sometime even when it's completely dark outside, he'll go to the coop and check up on his roosters with just a flashlight. His wife hated the chickens so much so he'd gotten her a border collie to quite her down because she like dogs. As time went by, all of a sudden something kept plucking his chicken naked or bruise the chicken to where it can't walk. So one night while his wife was away, he put the little dog out there and suddenly that little dog kept running around the chicken coop barking, running and barking. At first he only see the dog running around the coop, he could hear the dog's bark going away around from one corner to the other than back toward him and than around again. He didn't know what was going on but it looked like the dog is chasing something. So he got an idea, he thought "if I stand right here where the dog is going to be running to when he comes back from around the corner, see if he is chasing something or if he just running around". And than finally the dog's bark came closer and closer, he held the flashlight right in front of him while he wait. Than from the corner came running toward him was a two foot tall white hairy human looking with a bright red monkey face, the creature stop right about five feet from him, looked at him than when the dog turn the corner the creature turn and ran into the woods and dog went after it but came back shortly after. After that night, when ever he goes to the coop, he'll take the dog with him and ever since than his chicken's been doing good.

As the Mexican says it... "chupacabra" hahaha...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TheFemaleOutlaw on February 14, 2009, 08:25:03 PM
This Hmong family had just moved into a new house and they were trying to potty-train their 3 year old but the little boy would cry everytime he was near the toilet and/or whenever his parents put him on it.  They were confused as to why he never wanted to sit on the toilet because he was doing fine at their old house.  One day, the mom had had enough so she sat the boy down on the toilet for a few minutes even though he was crying his head off.  When she took him off, he pointed to his butt and said that it hurted.  She checked out his butt and found that there were bite marks all over his butt.  They didn't know what happened so they ua neeg and found out that the previous owner had killed his wife and threw her head into the toilet!  They quickly moved out of the house when they found out what had happened.

Scary, but devastating. Awkward how everytime a Shaman sets off to work and ua neeb, they end up seeing things of all sorts.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on February 14, 2009, 09:55:00 PM
As the Mexican says it... "chupacabra" hahaha...

Chupacabra is just a hairless blood sucking dog.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2LIu44n-qc
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on February 15, 2009, 09:23:32 AM
Gila monster.  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 15, 2009, 01:11:55 PM
This one is from my childhood.

When I was a kid, a cousin went to Laos and brought us back a video. I used to watch tons of movies with my mom so when she and the cousin were watching it, my mom was like, "Wah! You taped the funeral?!" My cousin was like, "Yeah, I've never seen one like this."

What she meant was that she had never seen a funeral conducted inside a house before. Then my mom went on to say that before we came to America, my father's clan used to do that: hold the funeral in the house and then bury the dead body in the house too. My mom also said we stopped doing it in the house because sometimes when the person died, they would come back alive at night to eat . . . And then be dead again at night. My mom said sometimes you'd hear moaning and crying come from the bodies and see tears as well :X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on February 15, 2009, 03:31:56 PM
^ thats sum scurry sheit!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TheFemaleOutlaw on February 15, 2009, 03:40:54 PM
Brings back an old story I was told a while ago, happened years ago back overseas. A young lady died and they conducted her funeral inside of her home. When they tried to take her body outside so they can have a burial for her, her hands were sticking out and they couldn't take her outside of the doors because the family's threshold was too narrow. It didn't matter how they positioned her body, they couldn't move it outside.

It was awkward to them because they couldn't understand how they were able to get her body inside and not outside. They had their Shaman look into it and they found out she didn't want to leave her home even if she was dead. They burned incense sticks and gave her more offerings for a safe trip that she must take in the afterlife. When the Shaman finished, they were able to move her body easily through the doors so they can bury her. Everyone was so baffled and frightened.

Some of the strangest things happen.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 15, 2009, 09:01:10 PM
you guys ever heard about the black cat that sit on chickens, yeah!, a guy show one sitting on his chicken one morning so he went over to it with a stick and hit it and nothing happened except that the cat grow a little bigger, he hit it again and again a little bigger, he kept hitting it until it was the size of a panther than he took off running inside his house, couple months later he went out the garage and there were big tiger foot prints all over his car
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 18, 2009, 03:09:53 PM
my friends,
don't think it is easy to kill a ghoul and get away easily. an eye for an eye. if you killed a cat and that cat is a spirit then it's family will do harm to you. so good luck. that is the reason why when shamans do neeg they do know kill the spirit. they neogiate with them using money and other ways. that is why shamanism is so effective.

there was a case in the oregon because the city had built a train station under indian burial ground and people started dying from freaked accidents. so they called all the spirit healers and no one did the trick because noone really talked to them. so they called the shaman guy and he talked to the spirits and after a couple of hours they finally wanted to neogiate. he gave them money and chickens as offerings and they accept.
the hmong translator for the shaman said that "from this day on, there shall be no more blood shed".
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 18, 2009, 05:21:23 PM
^ So true! Happened to my uncle and his family. He killed a tiger and then his son died and the shaman said it was because he shot the tiger and the tiger was not supposed to be killed. They kept it all hush hush 'til a few years ago :X

I have this friend and both of her parents are shamans. Everytime I visit, I get freaked out 'cus their family altar is HUGE, covers like half the wall of the living room, and is overwhelmed in white paper money and red string cloth. Gives me the shivers everytime I see it 'cus I can feel the power emanating from that altar :X

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 18, 2009, 07:52:20 PM
Listen to me, I've got a ghost story so scary to tell it'll make you pee, it make you believed that there's more out there than just you and me. Uh, here I go, this one family just moved into the neighborhood of north side sac town and on that very same day one of there relative went out hunting and shot a buck down. The family were invited to go eat the meat and after they've arrived back home it looked like someone had knock off there house phone and the doors are locked but they didn't think much 'cause they didn't really believed in such. For the rest of the week the wife keep having weird dreams of her fighting with someone looking like herself, she explained it to her husband but he just didn't really seem to care so she kind of lost hope for help. Until one day it looked like as if someone or something had eating some part of her kid's teddy bear so she got really scare and called up a shaman dude who claim to had no fear of the paranormal to come see if he can figure out what's up with all the hassle and her crazy nightmares. FINISH LATER . . .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 18, 2009, 09:22:06 PM
PART 2!. The shaman said that they've ate a forest spirit's husband so the spirit is looking for a new husband and have the right to take anybody who'd ate her dead husband's flesh. The forest spirits chose the wife's husband and that's why she kept having dream of her fighting another lady looking like herself, fortunately it seem that the wife's been winning all the battle and that's why the forest spirit was mad and teared apart her kid's teddy bear like how they cut apart her dead husband. And luckily the shaman was able to convince the forest spirit with some money and food for the situation and she left. I remember all my uncles was talking about the next time they go hunting after they'd heard this story, that they're going to ask the forest spirit when they get to the hunting ground to hide and not come out because they are there and are there to hunt for food, not for the forest spirit's people.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 18, 2009, 09:23:32 PM
the first one I tried to rhyme it out
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 18, 2009, 09:24:03 PM
I am taking over page 28 ya!.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 18, 2009, 09:38:59 PM
The very scary things are those that we can't see. I remember one night when I was only six years old and my brother was only four, one of my teenage uncle at the time had to babysit us for some hours while my parents was out. I was watching TV and my uncle was playing with my little brother around to house and than all of a sudden my uncle came into the living room with my little brother and told me to go sit next to him on the couch, and we sat there for a long while. I didn't know any better back than (of course), until my parents came home and my uncle told them something and this is what I remember hearing at that time. My uncle was chasing my little brother around the house playing peekaboo, my brother will run and turn a corner and than my uncle will peek his head out at the edge of the corner and said "peekaboo I see you" and my little brother will laugh and run again. Well, the last and final game before he came into the living room where I was at, my uncle was peeking his head out the edge like before and this time he saw my brother not looking at him or waiting for him to shout out "peekaboo", they were in my parents' bedroom and my little brother kept pointing into the opened closet and kept saying "what's that? what's that?". My uncle looked in the closet and didn't see anything except for some cloths so he close the closet door and than my little brother started pointed to a corner in the room and started laughing, my uncle ask him what's so funny and he said "he, he's funny". My uncle ask who and my little brother just kept saying "he, he's funny" and pointing to the corner. That's when he got the chilled and brought my little brother over and told me to sit close to him. And as long as I can remember, that was the first and only time he ever baby-sited us.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 18, 2009, 09:54:07 PM
Never ever torture animals!. I remember back in Cali, this one Hmong family had a mentally challenge son who'd can't sleep at night but will be asleep through out the whole day. He was already around seventeen when I first saw him one night at a cousin's house, he loved pots and pans and will banged them very loud when ever he gets the chance to. Later on after we moved, I heard story that his parents took him to see a shaman and he told them that their son is actually the black cat that the wife had torture and left to die in the garden back in Laos. She was bored than so she grab that cat she saw at the garden that day when she was a kid, she hit it with a stick, tie it up to a tree and than throw rocks at it, and finally she stick a stick from the cat's mouth and it came out from the other side (you know, the behind). The cat didn't die, she hanged it on a tree and went to eat launch with her parents, came back and the cat was gone. Yeah, many years has pass, she's change and all grown up and got married and the past finally caught up to her. The shaman said that when she left the cat on that tree, the cat wasn't happy so it already went to heaven and waited in line for it's turn to take revenge and after all those years it finally got proof from the heaven to be reborn mentally challenge for the girl to take care of for the rest of her life.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on February 19, 2009, 06:53:49 AM
Good Stories Havocrazy!!  Keep'em coming...espec ially the SCARY ones!!   ;) ;) ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 19, 2009, 08:33:50 AM
my friends,
don't think it is easy to kill a ghoul and get away easily. an eye for an eye. if you killed a cat and that cat is a spirit then it's family will do harm to you. so good luck. that is the reason why when shamans do neeg they do know kill the spirit. they neogiate with them using money and other ways. that is why shamanism is so effective.

there was a case in the oregon because the city had built a train station under indian burial ground and people started dying from freaked accidents. so they called all the spirit healers and no one did the trick because noone really talked to them. so they called the shaman guy and he talked to the spirits and after a couple of hours they finally wanted to neogiate. he gave them money and chickens as offerings and they accept.
the hmong translator for the shaman said that "from this day on, there shall be no more blood shed".

this is such a bias story. many other spiritualists from other cultures were used too, not just from the hmongs. you can't claim that it was all thanks to the hmong too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 19, 2009, 01:12:45 PM
took hours for me to finish all the stories  ;D

Scary stuff, maybe I'll come back later to tell some ghost tales.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 19, 2009, 01:41:31 PM
gatorade guy..
you are right about others trying to help, but i only saw what i saw so i can't say that they help or did anything. they said they used all kinds of techniques to neopgiate with the indians but as you heard the hmong tanslator say "there shall be no more blood shed"...no questions ask.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 19, 2009, 11:34:57 PM
babieboitj, I think the subway shaman thinging you're talking about, they have a videoclip of it on youtube too. If you type in "subway shaman" it should show up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: muahka on February 20, 2009, 04:22:35 AM
wow i love to read ghost story than ya!!!any more??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 20, 2009, 08:42:32 AM
Come on now guys, this is Hmong Ghost Stories. Not a debate room.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 20, 2009, 09:33:24 AM
My mom told me this story about a couple who want to Laos and videotaped a funeral.

When they got back home they watched it on T.V.  It was dark, the rest of the children were in bed all except for the littlest girl who was about 4 years old.  Well, they were watching the funeral when the little girl started to cry and pointed to a corner of the living room.

The parents didn't see anything so they just went back to watching the video.  The girl kept on pointing to the T.V. and to the corner of the room.  Her mom asked her what's wrong.  She said that the auntie on T.V. was standing by the corner smiling at them.

Next day the couple threw away the video but a couple days later it was lying on the tabletop. 



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 20, 2009, 09:50:26 AM
awww shiet!! thats f'n freaky man  :o :o. my sister taped and took pictures of my dad's whole funeral procession.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 20, 2009, 10:00:08 AM
so a long time ago, these teenagers heard about a video tape that if you watch it, you'll get a phone call that says you'll die in like seven days. so they watched the video cuz they were curious and seven days later they both died of mysterious circumstances. a reporter who was investigating the story, heard the teenager's friend talk about the movie, so she watched it and she got the same call. strange things would happen to her after the call, like lights flickering, tv turning on my itself, water running by itself. so on like the second to her last day, she happened to make some copies to her co-workers cuz they didn't believe her. her co-workers watched it and they got a call too. but on their 7th day, they died. rumor had it that this creepy little girl crawled out of the tv and killed them. but the reporter figured out that she didn't die cuz she made copies of the video. that monster girl just wanted to be heard.

creepy huh?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 20, 2009, 10:45:31 AM
so a long time ago, these teenagers heard about a video tape that if you watch it, you'll get a phone call that says you'll die in like seven days. so they watched the video cuz they were curious and seven days later they both died of mysterious circumstances. a reporter who was investigating the story, heard the teenager's friend talk about the movie, so she watched it and she got the same call. strange things would happen to her after the call, like lights flickering, tv turning on my itself, water running by itself. so on like the second to her last day, she happened to make some copies to her co-workers cuz they didn't believe her. her co-workers watched it and they got a call too. but on their 7th day, they died. rumor had it that this creepy little girl crawled out of the tv and killed them. but the reporter figured out that she didn't die cuz she made copies of the video. that monster girl just wanted to be heard.

creepy huh?
lol...hmmm i think i seen those people you talk about, i freaken witnessed it.  :D :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 20, 2009, 11:08:29 AM
Long ago before the word hmong came into existence there was a rumor about the country of MONGOLIA. the rumor goes there was a hmong king who had died and his seven sons was to watch over his dead body. during the nights the sons were scared of the ghost and ran home, so MONGOLIA-say it in hmong- stood up and went to watch her father's dead body for three days. after the events the elders decided that the sons were to scared so they decided to name their country MONGOLIA because she was brave and had courage to look after her father.

so this rumor is said that we were from mongolia and then landed in china and then migrate to laos. if i could i would love to go back in time and find the answer.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 20, 2009, 11:11:57 AM
so hmong men are cowards and that's why we lost our country? hmmm...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tooney on February 20, 2009, 02:23:06 PM
so a long time ago, these teenagers heard about a video tape that if you watch it, you'll get a phone call that says you'll die in like seven days. so they watched the video cuz they were curious and seven days later they both died of mysterious circumstances. a reporter who was investigating the story, heard the teenager's friend talk about the movie, so she watched it and she got the same call. strange things would happen to her after the call, like lights flickering, tv turning on my itself, water running by itself. so on like the second to her last day, she happened to make some copies to her co-workers cuz they didn't believe her. her co-workers watched it and they got a call too. but on their 7th day, they died. rumor had it that this creepy little girl crawled out of the tv and killed them. but the reporter figured out that she didn't die cuz she made copies of the video. that monster girl just wanted to be heard.

creepy huh?

isnt this the ring?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 20, 2009, 02:33:37 PM
I've got so many ghost stories I don't know where to start, okay I'll begin with this one.

It was just last year I think when this happen.

This lady living in our town has family living in Canada, they're Hmong btw.  Her mother passed away recently and an aunt of ours was best friend with her so my aunt and uncle went with them.

Well, this lady has a younger sister who's about 8.  They got there and were talking about the mother who passed, it was midnight by the time they went to bed.  The next morning the 8 year old told them that her mother wasn't dead cause she saw her mother last night in the kitchen cleaning and for them to stop saying her mother was dead cause she wasn't, she saw her.

Well everyone freaked out and never stayed up late again.

At the funeral my aunt sat near the coffin and saw the corpse's chest raising and falling as though it was breathing.  She thought she was just hallucinating so she closed her eyes and when she opened it again it was still raising and falling.  She freaked out and ran from the coffin and sat with the other ladies.

When she got home every night she would fall as though she's out of breath, and it was extremely hard to breathe.  This happened for a long time until she told my mom and my mom had grandma do the jingle bell thing.  Grandma said that her spirit was taken by the dead person.

Mom says that at any funeral - don't look at the corpse if you're not related to them, and even if you're related be careful.

There's another part to this - that dead lady won't rest in peace - I'll tell it later.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 21, 2009, 07:31:20 AM
Tell it Cheetos!
Don't leave me hanging!  ;D


Before an "uncle" on my father's side came to the States for a visit, my mom was totally hating on him for being one of the many black sheeps in our family tree and she warned me from getting too close to him 'cus he was such a dumbass.

Anyway, back in Laos, one day, he was out playing 'cus he was skipping school usual. He was walking on the road and got bored and picked up a stick to play with. As he was coming home, he came across a fresh dirt-covered grave and thought he'd have some fun so he poked at it. Well, he wanted to have even more fun so he kicked it too! Then he walked away like nothing even happened. Soon as he got home, he fell sick, deathly sick. His father called the shaman and the shaman did his thing and said, "You messed up big time! The spirit wants to take you with it! -_-" Soon as the shaman said that, my uncle confessed what he done and man, everyone was in shock of his stupidity! Not only did my uncle have to appease the spirit of the grave with a shaman ceremony, he had to pay money to the dead person's family too :X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 21, 2009, 08:31:38 AM
 :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 21, 2009, 10:15:18 PM
isnt this the ring?

no. it's a true hmong story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 22, 2009, 02:33:16 PM
Ok this a continuation from the other story.

Well, after the dead lady's funeral the husband had a dream about her.  In the dream she said that she was lost, didn't know where to go, so she was going to come back and take the husband with her.

After that the husband got really sick.  Weird things started to happen at their house too.  At night they would always hear someone in the kitchen banging the pots and pans.  They hear footsteps in the dead of the night when everyone was sleeping.

The family did some shaman thing, and everyone in the family had to change their name.  The husband got better and they had to do some traditional stuff to send the dead wife to the final resting place.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 22, 2009, 03:10:50 PM
My youngest aunt is mentally retarded.  She wasn't always like this, when she was a child she was normal until she got really sick and almost died.  After that she just didn't function normally again.  She also have a sixth sense but she would always stare off into some corner of the room and laugh or talk to somebody invisible. 

Sometimes when she do that we'll just ignore her, but there are other times when her laugh brings chills and a feeling of being watched.

My grandma told me a story about what happen to her when they were still in Laos, this was before she got sick.

They were out farming and my aunt was still small so they asked her older sister to watch her while they farm.  My older aunt had to go do something and left her for a minute.  When she got back my younger aunt wasn't there.  She quickly went to my grandparents and they all went and search for her. 

They searched everywhere until dark but couldn't find her.  The next day before they went out searching again my grandfather fiv ib lub yeem - asked for the spirits assistance. 

They went out searching for her but couldn't find her all day.  It was almost dark and so they decided to come back home.  Usually they would take the shortest route home but that day something kept on nudging my grandfather to take another route.  Several of the men searching with them went with my grandfather on that route.

They were coming to a little stream when they heard whisperings in the distance and splashing water.  Suddenly one of the man pointed to two little figures in the distance.  They quickly got there and found my aunt standing in the middle of the stream.  The other figure disappeared when they reached my aunt.

Later my aunt told them a girl came and took her out to play.  It was a poj ntxoog that she went away with.

It was shortly after this that she got really sick and almost died. 

---------------------------

Couple of years ago I was at my grandparents house sitting alone on the sofa.  My aunt was on the floor and we were watching a movie. 

She kept on turning to look at me and then looking at the T.V. 

I asked her, "what's wrong?"

She laughed and said,"Hee hee, she's laughing at you." ---> say that in Hmong.

I didn't shut up but asked her where it was, and she said "right next to you".  I freaked out and ran to find my cousins.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 22, 2009, 07:08:13 PM
My youngest aunt is mentally retarded.  She wasn't always like this, when she was a child she was normal until she got really sick and almost died.  After that she just didn't function normally again.  She also have a sixth sense but she would always stare off into some corner of the room and laugh or talk to somebody invisible. 

Sometimes when she do that we'll just ignore her, but there are other times when her laugh brings chills and a feeling of being watched.

My grandma told me a story about what happen to her when they were still in Laos, this was before she got sick.

They were out farming and my aunt was still small so they asked her older sister to watch her while they farm.  My older aunt had to go do something and left her for a minute.  When she got back my younger aunt wasn't there.  She quickly went to my grandparents and they all went and search for her. 

They searched everywhere until dark but couldn't find her.  The next day before they went out searching again my grandfather fiv ib lub yeem - asked for the spirits assistance. 

They went out searching for her but couldn't find her all day.  It was almost dark and so they decided to come back home.  Usually they would take the shortest route home but that day something kept on nudging my grandfather to take another route.  Several of the men searching with them went with my grandfather on that route.

They were coming to a little stream when they heard whisperings in the distance and splashing water.  Suddenly one of the man pointed to two little figures in the distance.  They quickly got there and found my aunt standing in the middle of the stream.  The other figure disappeared when they reached my aunt.

Later my aunt told them a girl came and took her out to play.  It was a poj ntxoog that she went away with.

It was shortly after this that she got really sick and almost died. 

---------------------------

Couple of years ago I was at my grandparents house sitting alone on the sofa.  My aunt was on the floor and we were watching a movie. 

She kept on turning to look at me and then looking at the T.V. 

I asked her, "what's wrong?"

She laughed and said,"Hee hee, she's laughing at you." ---> say that in Hmong.

I didn't shut up but asked her where it was, and she said "right next to you".  I freaked out and ran to find my cousins.






that is some scary sh|T!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 22, 2009, 09:24:27 PM
A girl shot her self in the head with her dad's 45mm and survive. Afterward, every night she'll be up talking and playing with someone or something. When asked who or what?, she just reply "my friends". One day she was crying historically and hiding her face from something or someone, her family called up the shaman dude immediately and he said that it was because the girl didn't obey the spirits' commands and they was beating her. 'Til this day, they had the girl living in a nursing home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 23, 2009, 08:45:48 AM
My youngest aunt is mentally retarded.  She wasn't always like this, when she was a child she was normal until she got really sick and almost died.  After that she just didn't function normally again.  She also have a sixth sense but she would always stare off into some corner of the room and laugh or talk to somebody invisible. 

Sometimes when she do that we'll just ignore her, but there are other times when her laugh brings chills and a feeling of being watched.

My grandma told me a story about what happen to her when they were still in Laos, this was before she got sick.

They were out farming and my aunt was still small so they asked her older sister to watch her while they farm.  My older aunt had to go do something and left her for a minute.  When she got back my younger aunt wasn't there.  She quickly went to my grandparents and they all went and search for her. 

They searched everywhere until dark but couldn't find her.  The next day before they went out searching again my grandfather fiv ib lub yeem - asked for the spirits assistance. 

They went out searching for her but couldn't find her all day.  It was almost dark and so they decided to come back home.  Usually they would take the shortest route home but that day something kept on nudging my grandfather to take another route.  Several of the men searching with them went with my grandfather on that route.

They were coming to a little stream when they heard whisperings in the distance and splashing water.  Suddenly one of the man pointed to two little figures in the distance.  They quickly got there and found my aunt standing in the middle of the stream.  The other figure disappeared when they reached my aunt.

Later my aunt told them a girl came and took her out to play.  It was a poj ntxoog that she went away with.

It was shortly after this that she got really sick and almost died. 

---------------------------

Couple of years ago I was at my grandparents house sitting alone on the sofa.  My aunt was on the floor and we were watching a movie. 

She kept on turning to look at me and then looking at the T.V. 

I asked her, "what's wrong?"

She laughed and said,"Hee hee, she's laughing at you." ---> say that in Hmong.

I didn't shut up but asked her where it was, and she said "right next to you".  I freaked out and ran to find my cousins.





aww shiet that gave me goosebumps
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on February 23, 2009, 10:44:33 AM
Ok, I just moved on of my old house after many years and the new owner ua neeb (did the jingle) recently and said my old house had an spirit in it for many years but the shaman had it removed. 

I was like this :o :o :o  when I first heard it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 23, 2009, 02:29:43 PM
The Tongue
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

[I didn't write this]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 23, 2009, 02:38:31 PM
The Other Watcher
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.

What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 23, 2009, 02:41:45 PM
The Tongue
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

[I didn't write this]

did this happen in laos? she should've did jingle bells on it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 23, 2009, 02:51:40 PM
The Void
Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.

You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occurred within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper on bone and sinew and will be devoid of all human emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed and lost to you forever. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know.

That person will be found dead the next morning, with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 23, 2009, 02:52:02 PM
The Third




On the 3rd of December, find a hand-held mirror, just large enough to cover your face. Cover your face with the reflective side out, walk into the bathroom, turn the light on, and stand in front of the larger mirror. At exactly 11:34pm, raise the hand-held mirror above your head.

What is in the larger mirror will not be staring back at you, nor will it be your reflection.

Very carefully walk out of the bathroom, backwards, not lowering the hand-held mirror until the one in the bathroom is completely out of view.

If you do not, what you saw in the mirror will notice, and realize what you have done...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 23, 2009, 02:53:41 PM
did this happen in laos? she should've did jingle bells on it.

lol, idk. I just copied and pasted it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 23, 2009, 08:19:01 PM
iSpink - nice stories.  the dog one creeps me out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 23, 2009, 08:54:14 PM
My aunt and uncle had a fight one day and my uncle slept out on the enclosed porch that night.  He said that it was near midnight when he felt someone or something staring at him from outside.  He woke up slowly and saw what looked to be red eyes looking directly back at him from outside the window.

Well, he taught it was just some weird animals.  Until the figure moved.

He noticed then that it's body was shaped like a human, but completely black.  The only things on it was red eyes glaring at him.

My uncle freaked out cause he realize the "thing" was moving closer and closer to the door.  Suddenly he heard a THUD as though someone pounded on the door really loud.  The pounding continues and he quickly opened the inner door to the house. 

The instant he closed the door the pounding stopped.

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This wasn't the first time they saw the figure, my cousin saw it too when he fall asleep in the car at night.

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Their house is just a few houses away from this huge cemetery in our town.  The people who took care of the morgue at the cemetery says that on most night they can hear babies crying from the baby section and have heard people calling out of nowhere.

There's a highway right next to the cemetery and a friend of my cousin said that one morning at about 4 he was off to work when he notice a little girl with black hair crossing the highway.  It was wearing those shoes that Hmong people give for dead people to wear and was wearing traditional hmong clothing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: winter93 on February 23, 2009, 09:24:26 PM
"And I just want to add that the digging a whole and putting some rice in it, is a really good ritual to perform before purchasing or even if just renting a house. "

Havocrazy or someone...I'm looking for a new place to rent, does the rice have to be raw or cook...does it not matter and does the hole have to be dig near the front door??? Thanks!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: winter93 on February 23, 2009, 09:54:20 PM
This happen a couple years ago...it was about one week after we did the ceremony where we release my mom spirit.  My sister was usually at home alone most of the time, so she always call me to pick her up to stay with me.  One day, I went and pick her up and was waiting outside by her bedroom door.  My sister's door is next to my dad's bedroom door.  His door was closed.  While i was waiting I heard someone crying from inside his bedroom.  You know how when people cry and talk at the same time (at funerals).  I got really freak out and ran out the front door, my sister saw my face and ran behind me.  Later on that night when I drop my sister back home, my dad was home so I told him what happen.  He said not to be afraid because it was just the TV, but you know what, my dad has no TV or radio in his bedroom! After this happen I rarely go visit  unless there's more than 1 person home.  A couple months later my dad remarried and alot of weird things started happening to my step mom so they moved out of the house..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on February 24, 2009, 07:46:02 AM


I'm purchasing a new house and would like to know more about the rice thing too
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: N`Chync on February 24, 2009, 07:53:27 AM
iSpink is back :p
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 24, 2009, 09:48:55 AM
My aunt and uncle had a fight one day and my uncle slept out on the enclosed porch that night.  He said that it was near midnight when he felt someone or something staring at him from outside.  He woke up slowly and saw what looked to be red eyes looking directly back at him from outside the window.

Well, he taught it was just some weird animals.  Until the figure moved.

He noticed then that it's body was shaped like a human, but completely black.  The only things on it was red eyes glaring at him.

My uncle freaked out cause he realize the "thing" was moving closer and closer to the door.  Suddenly he heard a THUD as though someone pounded on the door really loud.  The pounding continues and he quickly opened the inner door to the house. 

The instant he closed the door the pounding stopped.

------

This wasn't the first time they saw the figure, my cousin saw it too when he fall asleep in the car at night.

-----

Their house is just a few houses away from this huge cemetery in our town.  The people who took care of the morgue at the cemetery says that on most night they can hear babies crying from the baby section and have heard people calling out of nowhere.

There's a highway right next to the cemetery and a friend of my cousin said that one morning at about 4 he was off to work when he notice a little girl with black hair crossing the highway.  It was wearing those shoes that Hmong people give for dead people to wear and was wearing traditional hmong clothing.

so after telling that story, did ur uncle get to climb back into bed with his wife?  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 24, 2009, 12:22:26 PM
The Third
On the 3rd of December, find a hand-held mirror, just large enough to cover your face. Cover your face with the reflective side out, walk into the bathroom, turn the light on, and stand in front of the larger mirror. At exactly 11:34pm, raise the hand-held mirror above your head.

What is in the larger mirror will not be staring back at you, nor will it be your reflection.

Very carefully walk out of the bathroom, backwards, not lowering the hand-held mirror until the one in the bathroom is completely out of view.

If you do not, what you saw in the mirror will notice, and realize what you have done...


someone please try this and get back to us... if you ever make it! eeks
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 24, 2009, 12:28:04 PM
My youngest aunt is mentally retarded.  She wasn't always like this, when she was a child she was normal until she got really sick and almost died.  After that she just didn't function normally again.  She also have a sixth sense but she would always stare off into some corner of the room and laugh or talk to somebody invisible. 

Sometimes when she do that we'll just ignore her, but there are other times when her laugh brings chills and a feeling of being watched.

My grandma told me a story about what happen to her when they were still in Laos, this was before she got sick.

They were out farming and my aunt was still small so they asked her older sister to watch her while they farm.  My older aunt had to go do something and left her for a minute.  When she got back my younger aunt wasn't there.  She quickly went to my grandparents and they all went and search for her. 

They searched everywhere until dark but couldn't find her.  The next day before they went out searching again my grandfather fiv ib lub yeem - asked for the spirits assistance. 

They went out searching for her but couldn't find her all day.  It was almost dark and so they decided to come back home.  Usually they would take the shortest route home but that day something kept on nudging my grandfather to take another route.  Several of the men searching with them went with my grandfather on that route.

They were coming to a little stream when they heard whisperings in the distance and splashing water.  Suddenly one of the man pointed to two little figures in the distance.  They quickly got there and found my aunt standing in the middle of the stream.  The other figure disappeared when they reached my aunt.

Later my aunt told them a girl came and took her out to play.  It was a poj ntxoog that she went away with.

It was shortly after this that she got really sick and almost died. 

---------------------------

Couple of years ago I was at my grandparents house sitting alone on the sofa.  My aunt was on the floor and we were watching a movie. 

She kept on turning to look at me and then looking at the T.V. 

I asked her, "what's wrong?"

She laughed and said,"Hee hee, she's laughing at you." ---> say that in Hmong.

I didn't shut up but asked her where it was, and she said "right next to you".  I freaked out and ran to find my cousins.


this is freakin scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 24, 2009, 12:29:41 PM
The Other Watcher
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.

What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."


OMG this is scary!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 24, 2009, 01:42:34 PM
someone please try this and get back to us... if you ever make it! eeks

I nominate you. ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 24, 2009, 02:57:11 PM
I nominate you. ;)

nah, i'm too chicken.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Jena on February 24, 2009, 06:47:59 PM
Gosh such spooky stories, but I keep coming back for more!  :D :D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongrl123 on February 24, 2009, 07:20:29 PM
my friends,
don't think it is easy to kill a ghoul and get away easily. an eye for an eye. if you killed a cat and that cat is a spirit then it's family will do harm to you. so good luck. that is the reason why when shamans do neeg they do know kill the spirit. they neogiate with them using money and other ways. that is why shamanism is so effective.

there was a case in the oregon because the city had built a train station under indian burial ground and people started dying from freaked accidents. so they called all the spirit healers and no one did the trick because noone really talked to them. so they called the shaman guy and he talked to the spirits and after a couple of hours they finally wanted to neogiate. he gave them money and chickens as offerings and they accept.
the hmong translator for the shaman said that "from this day on, there shall be no more blood shed".

Hahaha... Yeah, that shaman guy is my sister's father-in-law. Hahaha... Ridiculously funny.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 24, 2009, 07:43:50 PM
nah, i'm too chicken.

awwws... how about me and you do it then? lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 24, 2009, 10:18:57 PM
The rice thing?, I'm not really sure on it either. But here's a story I heard awhile back when me and my family first arrive into NC. We came to stay with some cousins for awhile and than my parents were looking for a place to rent for us. I remember some Hmong people at a Hmong store telling my parents to be careful and not to go rent those houses near that one McDonald (not telling exactly where). They said that some Hmong people who first moved to NC went to look at those houses (not even renting it yet, just checking it out). The white dude, who is the manager stayed outside and wait while the Hmong people went inside to take a peek at the place. The Hmong walked in and immediately they heard little kids talking and laughing from room to room, than instead of being quite one of them said "this place must be have ghost". All of a sudden rocks and sticks started flying out of nowhere and hitting them, they ran out all scare and didn't even said bye to the white dude. I drive pass those houses every now and than and people still lived there, I wonder if anything happened to them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 24, 2009, 10:37:27 PM
I heard a lot of young Hmong teenagers talked about a haunted bridge here in NC. They said that when you are the only car driving pass that bridge late a night, than you'll be more than likely to encounter something you don't want to witness.

Some Hmong boys was talking about the location one day and one of them decided he was tough and was going to proof to his friend that ghost don't exist. He took three of his good friend with him one night to the place and parked his car right in the middle of the bridge, opened all his windows, turn off his car, took out his key and throw them on top of the car. "See, there's no ghost guys" he tease his buddies. "Look, I'll even call for it", he put both his hand around his mouth and yelled out the car "Hey ghost!, we're here to see you, show yourself to us if you're real". It didn't take long, he yelled than same sentence three more times and all of a sudden fogs started growing around the bridge and it got so thick they can hardly see more than ten feet. Than right in front the car was two people, a girl and a boy all mud up and bloody everywhere just standing there. The tough guy reach out for his key on top of his car but can't find it, he tried to close the windows but his car was electronic locks. Than one his friend, the one on the passenger side claim up out of the window and grab his key from the top of the car and handed to him in a hurry. He was so scare, his hand was shaking so bad he couldn't put ii the key right. Finally got the car started and the windows close but he couldn't see anything outside except for the ghosts so he didn't know what to do. His friend on the passenger side than roll down his window and started apologizing to the ghost for disturbing them and that they've learned their lesson and will not bother the ghosts again. Than the ghost vanished, and the fog disappear and they made their way home.

After that story, a lot of young Hmong tried the ritual. Some failed but many witness the legend it hold at that area, I was going to try it one time with my friends but than chicken out or should I said smart out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 24, 2009, 11:05:55 PM
The more prettier a girl is, the most unfaithful she'll be that's what I use to hear people tried telling me. Tell me, it's not true and let me know it's not real that hot babe don't really care about how us lonely boy feel. Why when us young exciting Hmong man see pretty woman walking down the street, even if it's in the middle of the night we'll try to roll by with our cool mood attitude with our window down and our system up. Picking up the hot chick without even thinking twice, only thing on our dirty mind is all kind of dirty tricks on how to get chick to get into our sup-up ride.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 24, 2009, 11:06:55 PM
Sorry guys!, I like rap and just decided to rhyme one out for the brothers right quick.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TigerBite on February 25, 2009, 07:13:59 AM
i can agree about them thriving on fear.
ive had those happen to me too...where i cant move...i dont understand it and why they do it though...after a while i got used to it and it was just annoying...now im ok.
but yea good luck tho...you should become a ghostbuster  ;)

lmao same here, i thought i was the only one.  i sometimes i just fall back to sleep. HAHA in Yo face ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on February 25, 2009, 10:34:05 AM
For all you homebuyers or rentees who wants to try the rice ritual, well it's not that hard nor simple but it is a process you will have to see to be able to do it. You can't just dig a hole and put rice in it then wait for tommorow. it's not that easy. There are many steps to make it work.
I would suggest you do research on the house before you buy especially if they are older then 50 yrs old.  But if you come a cross one of those houses where it draws you into it then i suggest you get the info because many real estate agencts will not tell you the history.
This is what i mean. ex. if you drive down sunset blvd. and you see a whole bunch of houses for sale and the one that draws you the most is a pink house then that doesn't make it suspicious, but if after you check out all those houses and no house suits your satisfaction.  And you drive off somehwere to  cool down and see a house that seem like it's FOGGing up your vision or memories then that house if trying to call you in.

there are two kinds of house.
The house that is haunted and you accidentally move in without knowing
The second is the house you were always meant to come back to.

But back to the rice ritual.
You should always take an elderly to go with you when house shopping because they will point out the bad and the good. remembered they have eat more spoons than you have so they will know more.
My old man said to me that the rice ritual is good because you will call out the spirits or entity that lives in the house or around it to respond to your question.
This is the question or phrases you should recite.
"oh today is good day, tonite is good night, we got eggs, we got chickens to"...haha j/kiddin...
here is what you should say but in hmong

"Today i've come here to seek a new house and a new land for my family to live. i want peace and justice for my family to live. i want my family to live in peace without sick or illiness. Today i want to call forth the spirits or the unknown entity that may rest in this land or house to come fort and tell me whether this is a good place for my family. If you don't think or want me to live here then let me know so i wouldn't live here. Let me know so i would bother you and give me a sign"

the next day or so come back to see the hole and if the rice jumped out or move to another spot then you know the place is not good for your family.

anyone want more info pm me for the whole ritual.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 25, 2009, 12:28:07 PM
over the weekend my family got together and we, well the women, were going to make keng--i can't spell it in hmong--curry chicken. my sister and i were in the kitchen, i would say we were about a feet apart from each other and we weren't facing one another, she was at the stove stirring the coconut mix and i was at the counter cutting up chicken and veggies. we talked a little and laughed a little and then there was silence. after a couple of moments she called out my name and i answered yea....yea...a b tsis na ha. No answer, so i turned around and she was still there stirring. i tapped her shoulder and asked " you called my name, is something wrong with the mix?" she looked at me all confused and said " ah kuv tsis tau hais koj as, i been stirring this mix." i was like watever don't try to freak me out. you said my name and i answered you like a couple of times. and she said " look i swear on dads grave and anybody we know that i didn't call your name." we both looked at each other and ran outta da kitchen....i almost peed myself...lol :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: winter93 on February 25, 2009, 02:04:49 PM
For all you homebuyers or rentees who wants to try the rice ritual, well it's not that hard nor simple but it is a process you will have to see to be able to do it. You can't just dig a hole and put rice in it then wait for tommorow. it's not that easy. There are many steps to make it work.
I would suggest you do research on the house before you buy especially if they are older then 50 yrs old.  But if you come a cross one of those houses where it draws you into it then i suggest you get the info because many real estate agencts will not tell you the history.
This is what i mean. ex. if you drive down sunset blvd. and you see a whole bunch of houses for sale and the one that draws you the most is a pink house then that doesn't make it suspicious, but if after you check out all those houses and no house suits your satisfaction.  And you drive off somehwere to  cool down and see a house that seem like it's FOGGing up your vision or memories then that house if trying to call you in.

there are two kinds of house.
The house that is haunted and you accidentally move in without knowing
The second is the house you were always meant to come back to.

But back to the rice ritual.
You should always take an elderly to go with you when house shopping because they will point out the bad and the good. remembered they have eat more spoons than you have so they will know more.
My old man said to me that the rice ritual is good because you will call out the spirits or entity that lives in the house or around it to respond to your question.
This is the question or phrases you should recite.
"oh today is good day, tonite is good night, we got eggs, we got chickens to"...haha j/kiddin...
here is what you should say but in hmong

"Today i've come here to seek a new house and a new land for my family to live. i want peace and justice for my family to live. i want my family to live in peace without sick or illiness. Today i want to call forth the spirits or the unknown entity that may rest in this land or house to come fort and tell me whether this is a good place for my family. If you don't think or want me to live here then let me know so i wouldn't live here. Let me know so i would bother you and give me a sign"

the next day or so come back to see the hole and if the rice jumped out or move to another spot then you know the place is not good for your family.

anyone want more info pm me for the whole ritual.



Thanks for the info. on the rice thing.  I should of done this when I brought my house.  The house I brought was over 50 years old, I did ask if anyone has pass away in the home, but was told no.  But I swear the house was haunted.  It only happens in my daughter's bedroom.  One night my youngest daughter woke up crying and said that she saw a monster.  After that night she slept with me and wouldn't want to sleep in her bed anymore.  Their TV in the bedroom would turn off and on.  Soon my other daughter refused to sleep in that bedroom.  So they ended up changing rooms with my brother in law.  He was hardly home at night but he said he got sleep on a couple of times.  We were suppose to do neeg for the house last year, but we decide to give up your home... foreclosure... One time my sister in law was using the computer near my daugter's bedroom and she swear she saw a girl going into the bedroom and got up and follow it inside thinking it was my daughter, but no one was inside the bedroom.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 25, 2009, 03:14:24 PM
i got home from work late one day and i was tired so i went straight to bed.. suddenly i felt something on the bed and then like some kid was jumping up and down very rapidly all over me.. i got up and was wide awake after that. that was my second encounter.. i'll tell my first another time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on February 25, 2009, 03:17:24 PM
For all you homebuyers or rentees who wants to try the rice ritual, well it's not that hard nor simple but it is a process you will have to see to be able to do it. You can't just dig a hole and put rice in it then wait for tommorow. it's not that easy. There are many steps to make it work.
I would suggest you do research on the house before you buy especially if they are older then 50 yrs old.  But if you come a cross one of those houses where it draws you into it then i suggest you get the info because many real estate agencts will not tell you the history.
This is what i mean. ex. if you drive down sunset blvd. and you see a whole bunch of houses for sale and the one that draws you the most is a pink house then that doesn't make it suspicious, but if after you check out all those houses and no house suits your satisfaction.  And you drive off somehwere to  cool down and see a house that seem like it's FOGGing up your vision or memories then that house if trying to call you in.

there are two kinds of house.
The house that is haunted and you accidentally move in without knowing
The second is the house you were always meant to come back to.

But back to the rice ritual.
You should always take an elderly to go with you when house shopping because they will point out the bad and the good. remembered they have eat more spoons than you have so they will know more.
My old man said to me that the rice ritual is good because you will call out the spirits or entity that lives in the house or around it to respond to your question.
This is the question or phrases you should recite.
"oh today is good day, tonite is good night, we got eggs, we got chickens to"...haha j/kiddin...
here is what you should say but in hmong

"Today i've come here to seek a new house and a new land for my family to live. i want peace and justice for my family to live. i want my family to live in peace without sick or illiness. Today i want to call forth the spirits or the unknown entity that may rest in this land or house to come fort and tell me whether this is a good place for my family. If you don't think or want me to live here then let me know so i wouldn't live here. Let me know so i would bother you and give me a sign"

the next day or so come back to see the hole and if the rice jumped out or move to another spot then you know the place is not good for your family.

anyone want more info pm me for the whole ritual.



very interesting... has anyone ever tried this and to find out that the rice was moved or poured all over the floor? yikes that'll be freakin scary!! or what if some kid was up to no good and moved it or spilled it? then what?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on February 25, 2009, 03:57:39 PM
This happened to me and my soon last night. My husband and I had a date last night. We planned to go out after he came back from playing ping-pong. I was in the bathroom doing my make-up and hair, it was close to the time for my husband to return home and since the club was close by it wouldn't take him long. Well, I heard the front door open and I heard my husband asking my daughter where's mommy? My son who was with me in the bathroom ran to greet his dad at the front door only to find that my husband wasn't there. He came back to the bathroom and I asked him what's wrong he said I thought I heard daddy come in. I asked him daddy's not here? He said no. So I was shocked because I heard the front door open and heard him talking to my daughter. I went to the livingroom and asked my daughter where's dad? She said dad's at ping-pong remember. I asked didn't he come in? She said no you must be hearing things. I swear I heard him because my son heard him too. I just thought this was really strange. Anyone has any insight into this kind of stuff?

And this other thing that happened to me and my son 2 weeks ago. It was late like maybe 11:30-12:00 at night. I was watching tv and he was playing with his toys on the ground we heard a noise like someone was hammering upstairs. No one sleeps up there and everyone as asleep so there couldn't have been anyone hammering. The first time we heard it we looked at each other and continued doing what we were doing. The second time we heard it my son was like mommy what was that I said maybe it was daddy. And the third time it happened my son jumped off the floor and behind me on the couch. At this time my husband came out of the bathroom I asked him were you pounding on something he said no why my son said something was pounding my husband said he didn't hear anything.


Also like about a couple of weeks ago I went to take my son to school on the way there at the stop sign I saw what look like a strange animal that had gotten ran over by a car.  I drove around it went to send my son to school return in the same direction and the thing was gone. I was kinda of looking for it because my son had asked me what it was and I told that I'd take a closer look when I went home. I don't think the city was that fast pick up road kill.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on February 25, 2009, 04:36:21 PM
Maybe you and your son have the 6th sense?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Qub Phooj Ywg on February 25, 2009, 05:38:31 PM
anyone know any?

must be Hmong ghost stories....


This isn't really a ghost story but something that gave me the chills! It happened to me.

Once upon a time my dab laug tus tub loved me a whole bunch. I had no feelings for him because he was my cousin. Anyways, as I got older he asked me to marry him. I told him that we should sib hlub li tej nus muag xwb. He continued to pursue me up until I got married. He attended my wedding and was really broken hearted. He told me that no matter what he will always love me and I will be the only girl in his heart. I told him to move on with his life and find a nice girl who would truly love him. Almost 5 years down the road, I was about to have my second baby and my husband was out of town.
I had the most disturbing dream:
I was at home. There was a knock on my front door. It was bright and early in the morning and my family was fast asleep. I walked to the door thinking to myself "Who would come visit so early?" As I reached for the door, it opened by itself. That's so strange. I pulled on the knob to open the door wider and there He was, my dab laug tus tub. He looked straight into my eyes and said "I'm here to pick you up. I am on my way home and thought that you would come with me this time." I looked down at my stomach and said, "I can't go home with you. I'm married and is about to have my second baby. I'm sorry. I might go with you if I wasn't going to have a baby. He reached for my hand and said, " Well if you don't go with me this time then you'll never see me again. This is my last chance to come get you." I pulled my hands away from him and replied, "Kuv saib kav liam los mas, vim hais tias kuv tsis yog ib leeg lawm, ho kuv yog ob peb leeg lawm es koj txhob tu siab nawb mog kuv leej nus." He gave me one last look and said " Nyob zoo koj nawb mog. Ua koj lub neej sib sib hlub es kuv thiaj li tsis tshua tshua koj!" He turned around and as I looked on he turned back once more to wave good-bye and took the path to the right. :-[  At that moment, there was a stong gust of wind that blew my bedroom door closed. Both my sister and I woke up instantly startled. We both felt the cold air brush against our skin, yet it was in the summer time. My sister asked me, "what was that?" I shrugged, idk, and looked over at the window. My sheer curtains were flying in the wind, so I walked over and closed to window. As I head back to my bed, I looked at my alarm clock and it read 5:00 am. Good, I still have time to go back to sleep.
When I got to work, my phone was ringing. I picked up the phone and I heard my Mother's voice. It seemed a little disturbed.
She explained, " Me ntxhais kuv hu tuaj qhia koj hais tias koj dab laug tus tub tau tag sim neej lawm, tag kis no thaum plaub moos tawm. Es no koj ho hu tuaj nrog dab laug thiab niam dab laug nkawm tham os. Nkawm quaj quaj kawg li."
Chills ran down my spine and I felt goosebumps washed over my whole body. He had paid me a Farewell visit in my dream.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 25, 2009, 10:30:46 PM
Similar story I once heard. Back in Laos during the war a couple just got married right before the husband was drafted. About a month had pass since and one day while the wife was in the house cooking facing the entrance door she thought she saw a quick glance of her husband walking by outside. She ran out side to see who it was but nobody was in site, just as she turn around to head back inside she saw her husband walked into the house (this time very clearly). She thought maybe he's back from the army so she was happy and excited but to her fortune, no-one was in the house. She called out his name, looked every where in the house because she swear she saw him enter. Than she walked back to the fire place and just than she saw her husband leaving the house and again she rush to follow but nobody, nowhere to be found. The very next day she went to see the village shaman and found out that her husband had been killed in battle and just came back to get his stuff with him to the next life, and to said goodbye to her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 25, 2009, 10:51:17 PM
I use to worked with a Hmong veteran awhile back in a small factory and he'll tell me stories of his experience during the war and here's one of 'em. He said that on his first year as a soldier he'll usually be one of the one staying up late at night watching guard while most of the other soldiers are taking naps. One night after a short cross fire and the enemy retreated the Hmong soldiers camp there on that one little battle field and waited to see if the Charlies will return and just so happened he was put on watch guard again. If was half way through the night when everyone was asleep, even those that was suppose to stay up with him are know sound asleep. He said he was just about to go to sleep too because it was a long day and he was very tire and just as when he was about to go wake up the other guy to take his place he notice something. As he lay there with his back against a tree with his fellow soldiers sleeping around him, he saw the dead bodies from the previous fight started moving and standing up and than started walking around. He said that he was scared but didn't know what to do so he just pretend to be sleeping and watch those body walked around the small area and he said that it sounded like those zombies where crying or looking for something. Couple hours went by and finally those dead body return to there dead position on the ground. Morning came and he was so afraid he didn't remember being tired, than the commander order for everyone to advance and as they were leaving, some of the soldiers started digging around the dead bodies for jewelries or anything valuable on it. He stop some of 'em from doing so and some just went right ahead and snap watches and necklaces and he added that to what he see's going on after that night, most of the men that got those goods from the bodies were the next to die in the next battle (so don't still from the dead).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 25, 2009, 10:59:14 PM
Than this one time when his platoon decided to take a rest in the middle of the forest, just as they were getting comfortable a giant ape like creature jump down from above and when it landed on the ground it shake and the trees started waving heavily bending to the side as if it's going to snap than winds started blowing hard like a hurricane's hitting through than he pass out. And when he woke up, looked around and see that everyone else is also just waking up from a weird sleep. They check everything and everything was okay, the tree seem normal, the ground where the ape landed had no foot print, it seem like just a dream but can't be because the whole platoon witnesses it. They just thought it was weird and went on their way until launch time when they open the bags just to find out that there's no food. Than they guys started talking that it's P'-U'-Y'. He said he remember the face being a very bright red human like faces with fangs hanging out for the side of it's mouth and blue eyes but dark black hair all over it's giant ape like body.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 25, 2009, 11:02:03 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aberration on February 25, 2009, 11:04:13 PM
I use to worked with a Hmong veteran awhile back in a small factory and he'll tell me stories of his experience during the war and here's one of 'em. He said that on his first year as a soldier he'll usually be one of the one staying up late at night watching guard while most of the other soldiers are taking naps. One night after a short cross fire and the enemy retreated the Hmong soldiers camp there on that one little battle field and waited to see if the Charlies will return and just so happened he was put on watch guard again. If was half way through the night when everyone was asleep, even those that was suppose to stay up with him are know sound asleep. He said he was just about to go to sleep too because it was a long day and he was very tire and just as when he was about to go wake up the other guy to take his place he notice something. As he lay there with his back against a tree with his fellow soldiers sleeping around him, he saw the dead bodies from the previous fight started moving and standing up and than started walking around. He said that he was scared but didn't know what to do so he just pretend to be sleeping and watch those body walked around the small area and he said that it sounded like those zombies where crying or looking for something. Couple hours went by and finally those dead body return to there dead position on the ground. Morning came and he was so afraid he didn't remember being tired, than the commander order for everyone to advance and as they were leaving, some of the soldiers started digging around the dead bodies for jewelries or anything valuable on it. He stop some of 'em from doing so and some just went right ahead and snap watches and necklaces and he added that to what he see's going on after that night, most of the men that got those goods from the bodies were the next to die in the next battle (so don't still from the dead).

Ahh...this is such a creepy story!  I am NOT going to wake up to go pee tonight!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on February 26, 2009, 07:50:23 AM
anyone know any?

must be Hmong ghost stories....


This isn't really a ghost story but something that gave me the chills! It happened to me.

Once upon a time my dab laug tus tub loved me a whole bunch. I had no feelings for him because he was my cousin. Anyways, as I got older he asked me to marry him. I told him that we should sib hlub li tej nus muag xwb. He continued to pursue me up until I got married. He attended my wedding and was really broken hearted. He told me that no matter what he will always love me and I will be the only girl in his heart. I told him to move on with his life and find a nice girl who would truly love him. Almost 5 years down the road, I was about to have my second baby and my husband was out of town.
I had the most disturbing dream:
I was at home. There was a knock on my front door. It was bright and early in the morning and my family was fast asleep. I walked to the door thinking to myself "Who would come visit so early?" As I reached for the door, it opened by itself. That's so strange. I pulled on the knob to open the door wider and there He was, my dab laug tus tub. He looked straight into my eyes and said "I'm here to pick you up. I am on my way home and thought that you would come with me this time." I looked down at my stomach and said, "I can't go home with you. I'm married and is about to have my second baby. I'm sorry. I might go with you if I wasn't going to have a baby. He reached for my hand and said, " Well if you don't go with me this time then you'll never see me again. This is my last chance to come get you." I pulled my hands away from him and replied, "Kuv saib kav liam los mas, vim hais tias kuv tsis yog ib leeg lawm, ho kuv yog ob peb leeg lawm es koj txhob tu siab nawb mog kuv leej nus." He gave me one last look and said " Nyob zoo koj nawb mog. Ua koj lub neej sib sib hlub es kuv thiaj li tsis tshua tshua koj!" He turned around and as I looked on he turned back once more to wave good-bye and took the path to the right. :-[  At that moment, there was a stong gust of wind that blew my bedroom door closed. Both my sister and I woke up instantly startled. We both felt the cold air brush against our skin, yet it was in the summer time. My sister asked me, "what was that?" I shrugged, idk, and looked over at the window. My sheer curtains were flying in the wind, so I walked over and closed to window. As I head back to my bed, I looked at my alarm clock and it read 5:00 am. Good, I still have time to go back to sleep.
When I got to work, my phone was ringing. I picked up the phone and I heard my Mother's voice. It seemed a little disturbed.
She explained, " Me ntxhais kuv hu tuaj qhia koj hais tias koj dab laug tus tub tau tag sim neej lawm, tag kis no thaum plaub moos tawm. Es no koj ho hu tuaj nrog dab laug thiab niam dab laug nkawm tham os. Nkawm quaj quaj kawg li."
Chills ran down my spine and I felt goosebumps washed over my whole body. He had paid me a Farewell visit in my dream.

awww i like your story it was freaky and sad at the same time  :o :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 26, 2009, 08:21:13 AM
I use to worked with a Hmong veteran awhile back in a small factory and he'll tell me stories of his experience during the war and here's one of 'em. He said that on his first year as a soldier he'll usually be one of the one staying up late at night watching guard while most of the other soldiers are taking naps. One night after a short cross fire and the enemy retreated the Hmong soldiers camp there on that one little battle field and waited to see if the Charlies will return and just so happened he was put on watch guard again. If was half way through the night when everyone was asleep, even those that was suppose to stay up with him are know sound asleep. He said he was just about to go to sleep too because it was a long day and he was very tire and just as when he was about to go wake up the other guy to take his place he notice something. As he lay there with his back against a tree with his fellow soldiers sleeping around him, he saw the dead bodies from the previous fight started moving and standing up and than started walking around. He said that he was scared but didn't know what to do so he just pretend to be sleeping and watch those body walked around the small area and he said that it sounded like those zombies where crying or looking for something. Couple hours went by and finally those dead body return to there dead position on the ground. Morning came and he was so afraid he didn't remember being tired, than the commander order for everyone to advance and as they were leaving, some of the soldiers started digging around the dead bodies for jewelries or anything valuable on it. He stop some of 'em from doing so and some just went right ahead and snap watches and necklaces and he added that to what he see's going on after that night, most of the men that got those goods from the bodies were the next to die in the next battle (so don't still from the dead).

sleep deprivation causes halluncination s. sometimes soldiers will pretend to be dead so they can ambush you later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 26, 2009, 08:22:52 AM
anyone know any?

must be Hmong ghost stories....


This isn't really a ghost story but something that gave me the chills! It happened to me.

Once upon a time my dab laug tus tub loved me a whole bunch. I had no feelings for him because he was my cousin. Anyways, as I got older he asked me to marry him. I told him that we should sib hlub li tej nus muag xwb. He continued to pursue me up until I got married. He attended my wedding and was really broken hearted. He told me that no matter what he will always love me and I will be the only girl in his heart. I told him to move on with his life and find a nice girl who would truly love him. Almost 5 years down the road, I was about to have my second baby and my husband was out of town.
I had the most disturbing dream:
I was at home. There was a knock on my front door. It was bright and early in the morning and my family was fast asleep. I walked to the door thinking to myself "Who would come visit so early?" As I reached for the door, it opened by itself. That's so strange. I pulled on the knob to open the door wider and there He was, my dab laug tus tub. He looked straight into my eyes and said "I'm here to pick you up. I am on my way home and thought that you would come with me this time." I looked down at my stomach and said, "I can't go home with you. I'm married and is about to have my second baby. I'm sorry. I might go with you if I wasn't going to have a baby. He reached for my hand and said, " Well if you don't go with me this time then you'll never see me again. This is my last chance to come get you." I pulled my hands away from him and replied, "Kuv saib kav liam los mas, vim hais tias kuv tsis yog ib leeg lawm, ho kuv yog ob peb leeg lawm es koj txhob tu siab nawb mog kuv leej nus." He gave me one last look and said " Nyob zoo koj nawb mog. Ua koj lub neej sib sib hlub es kuv thiaj li tsis tshua tshua koj!" He turned around and as I looked on he turned back once more to wave good-bye and took the path to the right. :-[  At that moment, there was a stong gust of wind that blew my bedroom door closed. Both my sister and I woke up instantly startled. We both felt the cold air brush against our skin, yet it was in the summer time. My sister asked me, "what was that?" I shrugged, idk, and looked over at the window. My sheer curtains were flying in the wind, so I walked over and closed to window. As I head back to my bed, I looked at my alarm clock and it read 5:00 am. Good, I still have time to go back to sleep.
When I got to work, my phone was ringing. I picked up the phone and I heard my Mother's voice. It seemed a little disturbed.
She explained, " Me ntxhais kuv hu tuaj qhia koj hais tias koj dab laug tus tub tau tag sim neej lawm, tag kis no thaum plaub moos tawm. Es no koj ho hu tuaj nrog dab laug thiab niam dab laug nkawm tham os. Nkawm quaj quaj kawg li."
Chills ran down my spine and I felt goosebumps washed over my whole body. He had paid me a Farewell visit in my dream.

windstruck?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: August Night on February 26, 2009, 03:25:56 PM
Who's got ghost stories from the old HLUB camp in Maranatha?  Creepy things used to happen there all the time.

I had an encounter one time during the night... not sure what it was, but it scared the poop outta me!  Anyone that's been there know they stuff you in a room with 6-7 other people.  Well.. it was really stuffy in our room so we propped the window open with a sturdy wooden stick under the windowsill.  Everyone soon fell asleep and I was the only one still awake.. I couldn't fall asleep and something kept making me think of all the ghostly stuff happening there.  Well, it was pitch black in the room and all the other girls were snoring in their sleep.  I tried to poke my cousin sleeping next to me to wake up, but she wouldn't budge.  Suddenly, I don't know if I saw or felt a SWOOSH go through the room and out the window!!  Then I heard a really LOUD noise like someone running their nails across the window screen.  Like a metal on metal screech.  THEN... the window slammed down with a really loud BANG!!  I thought it had shattered the glass panes!  HOLY CRAP... I was about to piss in my shorts!  The whole time.... not one of the girls in the room budged or moved.  They were sleeping peacefully.  Shiet... I pulled the covers over my head and prayed all night long... ahahahaha!  It was super stuffy and hot in the room and I was sweatin' like a dog the rest of the night, but I was freaked outta my mind!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 26, 2009, 07:43:52 PM
Scary story.  Here's a comic relief for everyone  ;D

Three friends were courting girls in another town and was coming home when it started to storm hard.  They didn't want to be out in the storm and one of the friend said that he knew a cave nearby where they can take shelter.

They quickly ran to where the cave was and stayed there hoping that the rain would go away so they can go home before it's too late.  Well, one of the guy farted and they started to argue back and forth over which one did it.

One of the guy was angry cause the other two guy kept on blaming him for farting.

So he said,"Well I didn't fart so if it wasn't you two who did it than it must be a ghost who farted."

From behind them they heard a voice,"Oh, don't blame it on me I wasn't the one who farted".


--- just a little story my mom used to tell us whenever my brothers argue and blame it on ghost. ---

It's better told in hmong.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 26, 2009, 09:15:30 PM
wasn't there a movie on it?


Scary story.  Here's a comic relief for everyone  ;D

Three friends were courting girls in another town and was coming home when it started to storm hard.  They didn't want to be out in the storm and one of the friend said that he knew a cave nearby where they can take shelter.

They quickly ran to where the cave was and stayed there hoping that the rain would go away so they can go home before it's too late.  Well, one of the guy farted and they started to argue back and forth over which one did it.

One of the guy was angry cause the other two guy kept on blaming him for farting.

So he said,"Well I didn't fart so if it wasn't you two who did it than it must be a ghost who farted."

From behind them they heard a voice,"Oh, don't blame it on me I wasn't the one who farted".


--- just a little story my mom used to tell us whenever my brothers argue and blame it on ghost. ---

It's better told in hmong.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 26, 2009, 09:39:54 PM
wasn't there a movie on it?



I don't know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on February 26, 2009, 09:47:21 PM
Scary story.  Here's a comic relief for everyone  ;D

Three friends were courting girls in another town and was coming home when it started to storm hard.  They didn't want to be out in the storm and one of the friend said that he knew a cave nearby where they can take shelter.

They quickly ran to where the cave was and stayed there hoping that the rain would go away so they can go home before it's too late.  Well, one of the guy farted and they started to argue back and forth over which one did it.

One of the guy was angry cause the other two guy kept on blaming him for farting.

So he said,"Well I didn't fart so if it wasn't you two who did it than it must be a ghost who farted."

From behind them they heard a voice,"Oh, don't blame it on me I wasn't the one who farted".


--- just a little story my mom used to tell us whenever my brothers argue and blame it on ghost. ---

It's better told in hmong.




eeeeeeeeeeeeee eee... funny and scary at the same time
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 26, 2009, 10:12:46 PM
I don't know.

movie title: khaus tes khaus taws

the main guy is npawg tooj.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 27, 2009, 05:09:51 AM
:X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 27, 2009, 01:25:51 PM

Another story:
It was right after my mom's parents were murdered during the war; some relatives were greedy and shot them in their sleep. The morning after that happened, my mom took her youngest brother who was like 6 or 7 at the time and the baby of the family, and they ran away because they were the only kids left in the house; all the other siblings were either far away in school, the military, or married, and the jealous relatives were coming back to take their house, land, and animals. My grandparents never got a proper funeral T_T

Anyway, my mom and her brother ran away to the jungle and met up with some cousins. After about a week or so, the group was ready to leave their camp for a new one. That night, my mom had a dream where her parents came to her and said for her to take good care of her brother. She woke up uneasy and that feeling stayed with her all morning. When everyone woke up, her male cousins said they were going out to scout for a new location. They asked my uncle if he wanted to go but my mom said no 'cus she remembered what her dream about her parents. My uncle got mad and said he was going with them but that he'd be back soon. He slung on his gun and off he went, the whole time, my mom's instinct was to call him back to her! No more than 5 minutes later, a huge sound ricocheted throughout the forest, coming from the direction that my uncle had walked off in. As soon as my mom heard the explosion, she started running towards my uncle. But it was too late, he was already dead; someone in the group had stepped on a land mine and the whole group was killed. As my mom huged the remains of my uncle's body, the other relatives started running away; the noise was going to bring unwanted attention from enemies. They had to literally pry my mom off my uncle's body and drag her along with them. The whole time she was walking though, she kept hearing footsteps behind her, like the sound of a child's running. But everytime she turned around to look, there was nobody there. That night as they settled into the new camp, her brother came to see her in her dream. He was crying because he was sorry he didn't listen to her and he asked her why she didn't take him with her. She started crying and told him he was already dead and because of that, he couldn't go with her anymore, he had to go find their parents. Years later, my mom would give birth to a little boy who looked EXACTLY like the baby brother who had died in the jungle :X

Omg.... that's so sad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 27, 2009, 01:26:58 PM
movie title: khaus tes khaus taws

the main guy is npawg tooj.


I don't watch a lot of hmong movies... but I think I did saw a little of that now that you mention it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on February 27, 2009, 10:33:58 PM
When my mom passed away, I was still in high school.  It was very difficult for me to accept and process my grief/emotions.  Anyhow, without much communication, my father knew my plight and didn't urge me to go to the funeral home until much later. 

The night after her passing, she came to visit me and helped me understand death and dying.  When she left after we had our conversation, I looked and saw that she was wearing some strange clothes. 

When I went to pay my respect, I saw that she was wearing the clothes I saw in my dreams.  It confirmed the fact that maybe she did come and visited me. 

I didn't want to make this into a ghost story, but I believe ghosts do come back and try to resolve/answer whatever issues they left undone.
  That's pretty deep.  Thank you for sharing.  Not all ghost are bad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on February 28, 2009, 06:40:13 PM


Damn these stories are scary and creepy.  I shouldn't be reading them since I'm like 9 months pregnant and wake up like ten times in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.....s hould be due any day now...lol.  Oh well...it gives me that feeling of being scare and I kinda like it...hehehe.  Please keep the stories coming!!  >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on February 28, 2009, 06:51:42 PM
Who's got ghost stories from the old HLUB camp in Maranatha?  Creepy things used to happen there all the time.

I had an encounter one time during the night... not sure what it was, but it scared the poop outta me!  Anyone that's been there know they stuff you in a room with 6-7 other people.  Well.. it was really stuffy in our room so we propped the window open with a sturdy wooden stick under the windowsill.  Everyone soon fell asleep and I was the only one still awake.. I couldn't fall asleep and something kept making me think of all the ghostly stuff happening there.  Well, it was pitch black in the room and all the other girls were snoring in their sleep.  I tried to poke my cousin sleeping next to me to wake up, but she wouldn't budge.  Suddenly, I don't know if I saw or felt a SWOOSH go through the room and out the window!!  Then I heard a really LOUD noise like someone running their nails across the window screen.  Like a metal on metal screech.  THEN... the window slammed down with a really loud BANG!!  I thought it had shattered the glass panes!  HOLY CRAP... I was about to piss in my shorts!  The whole time.... not one of the girls in the room budged or moved.  They were sleeping peacefully.  Shiet... I pulled the covers over my head and prayed all night long... ahahahaha!  It was super stuffy and hot in the room and I was sweatin' like a dog the rest of the night, but I was freaked outta my mind!!!!

I don't have a story, but I remember going to Camp Maranatha and man that place was scary at night time.  I hated to get up really really early just to get a warm shower.  My brother inlaw was a pastor and he always went every year with my sisters and my dad and man the stories they have are hella scary.  I'll have to have them tell me sometime and I'll post them up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on March 01, 2009, 08:36:27 PM
My grandfather on my father's side died when she was just a child.  My grandmother never remarry and raised eight children on her own.  They were living in Thailand at this time.

One day my grandmother spent all day at the garden and had just returned home to find out that there was no firewood left.  She was tire and now she had to go find some woods for the fire.  She cried and asked why my grandfather had to leave them so soon.  Later she took my uncle, who was a child at this time, and they went cut enough wood for the night - planning to return the next day for more.

The next morning, very early, they heard loud THUDS coming from outside.  My grandmother hurried outside to find a pile of woods stacked neatly on top one another next to the door.  They asked their neighbors but no one knew where it came from.

After that they'll find meats outside.  Maybe a chicken or two lying around in front of the door.  One time they find some pork on the roof.  Sometimes the meat will start to reek until somebody finds it.

Later they found out that my grandfather was the one who brought them all those stuff.  He couldn't leave them yet for the children were still small.

There were other events that happen to.  One day my mom and aunt had to go garden alone.  As they were heading there they heard footsteps following them.  They stopped and looked back but found no one.  They were too scared to go alone and ran home. 

Later that night my mom dreamed about her father.  He came to her and told her that it was him following them to the garden.  He didn't mean to scare them, he just wanted to go along with them to make sure they're safe.  After that whenever my mom and aunt have to go garden alone, they heard footsteps but knew it was just their father watching over them.

This continued on to the day when my eldest uncle married his wife.  A while after that my grandfather came and told my grandmother in a dream that he must go now because the children are able to take care of themselves and don't need him anymore.  After that the incidents stopped.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: peas_n_queues on March 02, 2009, 08:35:01 AM
My grandfather on my father's side died when she was just a child.  My grandmother never remarry and raised eight children on her own.  They were living in Thailand at this time.

One day my grandmother spent all day at the garden and had just returned home to find out that there was no firewood left.  She was tire and now she had to go find some woods for the fire.  She cried and asked why my grandfather had to leave them so soon.  Later she took my uncle, who was a child at this time, and they went cut enough wood for the night - planning to return the next day for more.

The next morning, very early, they heard loud THUDS coming from outside.  My grandmother hurried outside to find a pile of woods stacked neatly on top one another next to the door.  They asked their neighbors but no one knew where it came from.

After that they'll find meats outside.  Maybe a chicken or two lying around in front of the door.  One time they find some pork on the roof.  Sometimes the meat will start to reek until somebody finds it.

Later they found out that my grandfather was the one who brought them all those stuff.  He couldn't leave them yet for the children were still small.

There were other events that happen to.  One day my mom and aunt had to go garden alone.  As they were heading there they heard footsteps following them.  They stopped and looked back but found no one.  They were too scared to go alone and ran home. 

Later that night my mom dreamed about her father.  He came to her and told her that it was him following them to the garden.  He didn't mean to scare them, he just wanted to go along with them to make sure they're safe.  After that whenever my mom and aunt have to go garden alone, they heard footsteps but knew it was just their father watching over them.

This continued on to the day when my eldest uncle married his wife.  A while after that my grandfather came and told my grandmother in a dream that he must go now because the children are able to take care of themselves and don't need him anymore.  After that the incidents stopped.

Wow.  So sad that he had to pass away so soon.  Kudos to grandma for raising all 8 on her own.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lost_forever on March 02, 2009, 10:17:53 AM
It was April of 2002 when my uncle's daughter comitted suicide.  She was 14 years old.  She and I were pretty close , we always went everywhere together.  After a couple days that she was passed away, I kept having dreams about her.  In my dreams, we were still talking at family gatherings and it seems normal.  Then one of the people in my dream would say to her that "aren't u dead?" . She seemed confused and lost, like she wasn't really dead.  I woke up with a chill.  I still dream about her once in a while, sometimes I feel like she doesn't really want to leave this world yet. 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on March 02, 2009, 03:06:13 PM
My uncle used to live on an 80 acre farm out in the middle of nowhere.  It was at least 45 minutes out of town. 

The house itself was weird.  The front door faces the setting sun and the back door faces the raising sun - I believe my grandparents said that this wasn't right for some reason.  It was a creepy house - I rarely go inside all by myself if I can help it.

The barn was the creepiest place.  It was filled with piles and piles of hays.  I went in there once and refused to go in again.  My boy cousins and my brothers used to play hide and seek in the barn amongst the hays. 

Well one day my cousin and they were playing and my brother was the seeker.  Now my brother was 10 at that time and he's always got this sixth sense and sees weird stuff all the time.  He started to look behind the hays and couldn't find anyone - he didn't know that they were all outside while he was the only one in the barn. 

Later he told me that while he was seeking in the barn alone, he kept on hearing whispering voices and shouts of "over here".  When he go to the place where he heard it there was no one there.  He'll also hear footsteps running around and catch glimpse of someone running around from the corner of his eyes. 

He played like this for a while until he started to have this feeling as though something was wrong and ran out of the barn - where he found all the cousins hanging out underneath the apple tree.  None of my cousins went back inside the barn cause I was there with them while my brother was in the barn alone.  He didn't tell them about what he saw or hear in the barn.  After that he refuse to play hide and seek in the barn.

______________ _

My uncle has since moved from that house - there were other incidents that happened too that forced them to move .  The new owners - Hmong people too - thought that all the stories were garbage.  Couple weeks ago my aunt was talking to some people who knew them and they say weird things have happened to the family too at that house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on March 02, 2009, 08:54:38 PM
Omg, I just remembered something my cousin told me years ago.

My uncle and his family had moved down south and were looking for a farm.
They were living in Arkansas but had gone to see a farm in Missouri with another Hmong family.
Well, there was a farm and with some land and my uncle was going to offer for it.
But when his kids started asking the neighbors about the history of the place, he backed out because they found out that a white man had gone crazy in the house and killed his two girls. Later on, another Hmong family bought the farm and when they came to a family gathering, my cousin asked their kids if they ever saw any ghosts or anything. The kids said they heard little girls crying sometimes and one time, their baby went down to the basement and said he saw two little girls with blood all over. My cousin told him why they passed on that place and soon afterwards, that Hmong family sold the farm and moved away :X

Oh, and many of the little kids in the south tend to see Indian ghosts.
Usually, the ghosts want to play with them :X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nTSEs on March 03, 2009, 11:24:21 AM
back in laos, there were this couples, the wife just gave birth to a baby gurl. the couples never take care of their baby gurl. they always leave the gurl with their grandma. a month later the gurl died. each time the wife gave birth it will just be a gurl again. they stilled do the same shit, leave the gurl with grandma than off the the farm. the 2 nd baby gurl died the 3rd died. then the mother gave birth to the 4th baby gurl, the couple decided to take good care of the 4th baby gurl. this time, the baby gurl was ok. one day the father want to bring some food for their 3 dead babygurl. they buried the baby gurl in order (exam. 1st 2nd 3rd). the 4th baby gurl went along with her father. when they got there the gurl look at the grave and point to it and say dad that my grave, that my grave and that is also my grave.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on March 03, 2009, 01:16:08 PM
I was talking with a friend of mine a couple days ago and she started to tell me some creepy things that happened at her dorm.

Everything went well for the first couple weeks she was there.  Then one night she couldn't fall asleep because she kept on hearing doors slamming all night.  She said it continued on for hours.  The next morning she thought it was all just her imagination but out of the blue her roommate complained about the door slamming the night before.  The RA didn't know anything about it.

A couple nights later my friend heard people talking and running down the hall.  The talking was really loud as if it was right outside her room.  So she got up and went to the peephole thing.  When she looked out there was no one outside, everything was quiet, but as soon as she was back in bed the talking and running continued.  That night she couldn't sleep at all.

Some nights later she was sleeping and felt someone tugging on her blankets, she said that she didn't really think about it at that time, she just tugged it back and fell asleep again.  The next morning the experience creep her out cause her roommate went back home and wasn't there that night.  It was just her in the room, but she remember clearly that somebody tried to tug the blankets away from her.

A lot of other things happened.  But the creepiest was when she stayed up late studying for finals.  It was two almost three in the morning and she was up late studying.  Her roommate was fast asleep.  She finished studying and was getting ready for bed. 

She was walking to the bathroom and she saw some girls in the hallway with their backpacks on as though they were heading to class.  When she got to the bathroom it was crowded with girls - getting ready to start the day. 

She said she was tired, wasn't thinking much at this time, but as soon as she was out of the bathroom she felt shivers running down her spine and ran to her room.  She realized that no one could possibly be heading to class so early in the morning or getting up that early.

The next semester she changed dorm.  But every time she walked pass that dorm she always gets the feeling someone's watching.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 03, 2009, 01:27:03 PM
I was talking with a friend of mine a couple days ago and she started to tell me some creepy things that happened at her dorm.

Everything went well for the first couple weeks she was there.  Then one night she couldn't fall asleep because she kept on hearing doors slamming all night.  She said it continued on for hours.  The next morning she thought it was all just her imagination but out of the blue her roommate complained about the door slamming the night before.  The RA didn't know anything about it.

A couple nights later my friend heard people talking and running down the hall.  The talking was really loud as if it was right outside her room.  So she got up and went to the peephole thing.  When she looked out there was no one outside, everything was quiet, but as soon as she was back in bed the talking and running continued.  That night she couldn't sleep at all.

Some nights later she was sleeping and felt someone tugging on her blankets, she said that she didn't really think about it at that time, she just tugged it back and fell asleep again.  The next morning the experience creep her out cause her roommate went back home and wasn't there that night.  It was just her in the room, but she remember clearly that somebody tried to tug the blankets away from her.

A lot of other things happened.  But the creepiest was when she stayed up late studying for finals.  It was two almost three in the morning and she was up late studying.  Her roommate was fast asleep.  She finished studying and was getting ready for bed. 

She was walking to the bathroom and she saw some girls in the hallway with their backpacks on as though they were heading to class.  When she got to the bathroom it was crowded with girls - getting ready to start the day. 

She said she was tired, wasn't thinking much at this time, but as soon as she was out of the bathroom she felt shivers running down her spine and ran to her room.  She realized that no one could possibly be heading to class so early in the morning or getting up that early.

The next semester she changed dorm.  But every time she walked pass that dorm she always gets the feeling someone's watching.

LMAO!!! welcome to the college life. ppl get up early and have fun late at night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on March 04, 2009, 11:12:09 AM
It was April of 2002 when my uncle's daughter comitted suicide.  She was 14 years old.  She and I were pretty close , we always went everywhere together.  After a couple days that she was passed away, I kept having dreams about her.  In my dreams, we were still talking at family gatherings and it seems normal.  Then one of the people in my dream would say to her that "aren't u dead?" . She seemed confused and lost, like she wasn't really dead.  I woke up with a chill.  I still dream about her once in a while, sometimes I feel like she doesn't really want to leave this world yet. 





same thing also happened to me. when my uncle and his family died they came to me in a dream. my aunt was about to get her BA and in the dream she wanted to go to college but my uncle won't let her go becuse he said they are dead already.

a few months ago i had a dream that i was at my old house and i heard a van beeping so i opened the door and saw my dead uncle and his son flowing towards me and insde the house.

then i also had another dream after this one that i went to my uncle's old house and they have a nice furnitures. they had a big oven which they cooked Smockabob and some good foods in it. i don't remebered what i said but these dreams will live with me forever because my unccle and his family loved me alot like their son. we did everything together like fishing, callin me to go eat out with his family, pizza hut, family trips and many other things. missed them dearly.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 04, 2009, 04:56:11 PM
how did your uncle and his family passed ?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: fruity on March 04, 2009, 05:46:59 PM
yikes!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 04, 2009, 08:42:21 PM
My uncle use to bang, he said that no matter how hardcore you think you are. You not that hardcore when you see these things.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on March 05, 2009, 12:38:16 AM
ok I gots a story.
During the vietnam conflict, my uncles were in the army.  They were in their mid teens. they both was lost in the jungle with enemies all around them, then it started to rain, and they both went towards the cliff, and out of the jungle they both saw a tiny cave and went in to take shelter from the monsoon thunder tropic. while they was hiding from the rain, this BIGFOOT enters the cave they was in and attacked them. my uncles was like what the shit, and ran out of the cave, the bigfoot chase them and they told us that it had NO knees so they were running in zig zag formation, and bigfoot could only run straight. they escape  one enemy they did not expect.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on March 05, 2009, 12:48:07 AM
ok I gots a story.
During the vietnam conflict, my uncles were in the army.  They were in their mid teens. they both was lost in the jungle with enemies all around them, then it started to rain, and they both went towards the cliff, and out of the jungle they both saw a tiny cave and went in to take shelter from the monsoon thunder tropic. while they was hiding from the rain, this BIGFOOT enters the cave they was in and attacked them. my uncles was like what the shit, and ran out of the cave, the bigfoot chase them and they told us that it had NO knees so they were running in zig zag formation, and bigfoot could only run straight. they escape  one enemy they did not expect.

Bigfoot would've been my dinner for the night.  I heard of the knee thing too.  My Dad claims you gotta wear bamboo sleeves so when bigfoot grabs your arm, it's really the bambo he/she's grabbing.  Then when bigfoot asks the moon for permission to eat you, that's when you slip away.   8)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on March 05, 2009, 12:54:37 AM
Bigfoot would've been my dinner for the night.  I heard of the knee thing too.  My Dad claims you gotta wear bamboo sleeves so when bigfoot grabs your arm, it's really the bambo he/she's grabbing.  Then when bigfoot asks the moon for permission to eat you, that's when you slip away.   8)

damn i didn't hear nonthing about that. i've only heard they don't have knees... creepy shit. i heard there's been lots of sighting of bigfoot in washington state, by st helen vocalno, or some shit like that by seattle ...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on March 05, 2009, 01:06:24 AM
damn i didn't hear nonthing about that. i've only heard they don't have knees... creepy shit. i heard there's been lots of sighting of bigfoot in washington state, by st helen vocalno, or some shit like that by seattle ...

That's the American Big foot.  The Hmong version is "Mos Hlub." 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on March 05, 2009, 01:16:27 AM
That's the American Big foot.  The Hmong version is "Mos Hlub." 

i wonder if bigfoot is a neanderthal, ???????  could be!!! they only went extinct "maybe" about 10,000 yrs ago...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on March 05, 2009, 01:56:39 PM
my uncle died in the house fire on dec 24 of 2004. nicest uncle you will ever have. there are the people who love you and the people who will love you and be there for you. and that is my uncle.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mirage on March 05, 2009, 03:21:45 PM
OMG! Love these ghost stories!!! Keep them coming... I'm only on page 13!!!! :D :D :D

Last night going to the bathroom in my master suite, in the dark -  I swear when my bathroom swung closed w/a mirror hanging on it, I swear I saw a dark figure reflecting from it :D :D :D :D

I have a fan that's in the corner and sometimes I use it to hang my silk robe, I swear last night in the dark it looked like a figure with it's back turned on me :D :D :D :D

You guys got me so spooked! ;D ;D ;D ;D


KEEP THEM COMING!!! :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 05, 2009, 03:36:15 PM
OMG! Love these ghost stories!!! Keep them coming... I'm only on page 13!!!! :D :D :D

Last night going to the bathroom in my master suite, in the dark -  I swear when my bathroom swung closed w/a mirror hanging on it, I swear I saw a dark figure reflecting from it :D :D :D :D

I have a fan that's in the corner and sometimes I use it to hang my silk robe, I swear last night in the dark it looked like a figure with it's back turned on me :D :D :D :D

You guys got me so spooked! ;D ;D ;D ;D


KEEP THEM COMING!!! :)

it's gets stupider near the end.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 05, 2009, 03:44:39 PM
here's a ghost story,

a long time in laos, there were these two siblings, a brother and sister. the brother's name was tou. and the sister's name was mai. they were from a poor and big family. their parents couldn't afford to buy enough food for the entire family, so one day their father asked tou and mai to go cut firewood with him. they went deep into the jungle where the big trees were. there dad told them to stay there while he went to cut wood. he gave them each a hmong bun. so they waited. minutes turned to hours. hours soon became night. seemed their father wasn't coming to get them anymore. so they decided to go wander to find their way home. but they couldn't. instead they came across this house made of candy, dried pork skin, sticky rice, etc. they went and started eating the house. an old lady riding on a tiger heard them and came out to see. she found them...and was delighted for she loved to eat children. she invited them in and offered them more food. after the children ate, they decided to nap. while they were napping, the old ugly jungle lady sharpened her hmong knife preparing to kill them. the boy got a bad a dream and woke up just as the old lady was approaching him and his sister's bed with the knife. he threw a big rice bun at her face, which happened to have a bone in it, blinding the old lady in one eye. he grabbed his sister and they ran out the house. fortunately, the brother was leaving a trail of rice bun cake crumbs when they were looking for their way out the forest incase they had to return back to the same spot. so they followed their way back to where their father left them. an eagle soaring in the sky, sent by a magical shaman that also lived in the forest came and picked them up and flew them back home. when they got home their parents were shocked they were alive and were glad but then worried again. they told their parents of the old lady. so their dad went to the forest with them and killed the old lady and robbed her home. then the family lived happily ever after.

TRUE STORY.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on March 05, 2009, 04:32:56 PM
here's a ghost story,

a long time in laos, there were these two siblings, a brother and sister. the brother's name was tou. and the sister's name was mai. they were from a poor and big family. their parents couldn't afford to buy enough food for the entire family, so one day their father asked tou and mai to go cut firewood with him. they went deep into the jungle where the big trees were. there dad told them to stay there while he went to cut wood. he gave them each a hmong bun. so they waited. minutes turned to hours. hours soon became night. seemed their father wasn't coming to get them anymore. so they decided to go wander to find their way home. but they couldn't. instead they came across this house made of candy, dried pork skin, sticky rice, etc. they went and started eating the house. an old lady riding on a tiger heard them and came out to see. she found them...and was delighted for she loved to eat children. she invited them in and offered them more food. after the children ate, they decided to nap. while they were napping, the old ugly jungle lady sharpened her hmong knife preparing to kill them. the boy got a bad a dream and woke up just as the old lady was approaching him and his sister's bed with the knife. he threw a big rice bun at her face, which happened to have a bone in it, blinding the old lady in one eye. he grabbed his sister and they ran out the house. fortunately, the brother was leaving a trail of rice bun cake crumbs when they were looking for their way out the forest incase they had to return back to the same spot. so they followed their way back to where their father left them. an eagle soaring in the sky, sent by a magical shaman that also lived in the forest came and picked them up and flew them back home. when they got home their parents were shocked they were alive and were glad but then worried again. they told their parents of the old lady. so their dad went to the forest with them and killed the old lady and robbed her home. then the family lived happily ever after.

TRUE STORY.

...and now rich instead of poor 'cause the real estate market for candyhouses are booming in SEA.   8)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on March 05, 2009, 04:44:21 PM
One day I saw a ghost & it was asking me for candy!  Out of all things, CANDY?  But then I realized, SH|T its Halloween.  Ever since then I've been scarred fo life niggie, fo life!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on March 05, 2009, 06:45:37 PM
genuinely - isn't that Hansel and Gretel....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on March 05, 2009, 09:12:44 PM
why did daddy leave them in the jungle? Did he not like them and wanted them gone?

here's a ghost story,

a long time in laos, there were these two siblings, a brother and sister. the brother's name was tou. and the sister's name was mai. they were from a poor and big family. their parents couldn't afford to buy enough food for the entire family, so one day their father asked tou and mai to go cut firewood with him. they went deep into the jungle where the big trees were. there dad told them to stay there while he went to cut wood. he gave them each a hmong bun. so they waited. minutes turned to hours. hours soon became night. seemed their father wasn't coming to get them anymore. so they decided to go wander to find their way home. but they couldn't. instead they came across this house made of candy, dried pork skin, sticky rice, etc. they went and started eating the house. an old lady riding on a tiger heard them and came out to see. she found them...and was delighted for she loved to eat children. she invited them in and offered them more food. after the children ate, they decided to nap. while they were napping, the old ugly jungle lady sharpened her hmong knife preparing to kill them. the boy got a bad a dream and woke up just as the old lady was approaching him and his sister's bed with the knife. he threw a big rice bun at her face, which happened to have a bone in it, blinding the old lady in one eye. he grabbed his sister and they ran out the house. fortunately, the brother was leaving a trail of rice bun cake crumbs when they were looking for their way out the forest incase they had to return back to the same spot. so they followed their way back to where their father left them. an eagle soaring in the sky, sent by a magical shaman that also lived in the forest came and picked them up and flew them back home. when they got home their parents were shocked they were alive and were glad but then worried again. they told their parents of the old lady. so their dad went to the forest with them and killed the old lady and robbed her home. then the family lived happily ever after.

TRUE STORY.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 06, 2009, 08:10:54 AM
genuinely - isn't that Hansel and Gretel....

true story from ban vinai, an old frog told it to me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 06, 2009, 08:11:38 AM
why did daddy leave them in the jungle? Did he not like them and wanted them gone?


he left them in the jungle cuz he couldn't afford to feed all his kids. and since they were the older ones, he and the wife figured they could fend for themselves.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 06, 2009, 08:31:14 AM
a long time ago in luang pra bang, back in the time of queens and king. there were three lao brothers, mor lam, lavong, and luktung. mor lam was the oldest of the three brother and also the laziest. he was kind of sloppy and did just enough work and chores to afford food and get by. lavong was the middle brother, he was smarter than mor lam and so he was efficient. everything he did was just ok though. everything he did wasn't crap quality nor was it excellent quality. i guess you'd call him an average guy. the third and youngest brother luktung was the brightest of the three, a true genius. everything he did, he did his best. now i forgot these three brothers lived with their parents but were getting too old and so their parents decided to kick them out of the house. at first these brothers tried living together but their personalities were so different that they they decided it was best that they lived separately.

mor lam found a spot and built his house of grass. it was easy to use grass. grass was plentiful and all he really needed was some sort of a shelter. lavong built his house of sticks, which he thought was  sturdy enough to withstand the wind and provide enough security. easy to haul, after all the jungle was just next door. now the third brother, luktung. he built his house out of rocks. he thought grass couldn't withstand the wind and sticks would burn too easily. rocks were hard to find but it would make his house last longer.

one night, a mos hlub or big foot came around cuz he smelled human flesh and was hungry. he went to mor lam's grass house and sneezed because the pollen from the grass made his nose itch and the house fell apart. he find the fat mor lam in there with only underpants on and gobbled him up. now big foot was a big creature, like 10 feet tall, and had the stomach of 5 elephants. so one person wasn't gonna fill him up. he looked around and saw a dim light, lighting another lonely house in the distance. it was the house of lavong. he decided to go there. when he got there mor lam's flesh had given him gas, so he let out a big fart and somehow the gas mixed with the lantern that lavong had on and it burned down his house. big foot grabbed lavong and roasted him in the flames and then gobbled him up too. by now big foot was full but was still not happy cuz he needed desert. so he looked around and saw third brother luktung's house. heard a tv blaring, so he decided to go see if there was good dessert.

when he got to luktung's house. he noticed that luktung had planted some pretty flowers, but they were the kind he was allergic to. so he sneezed twice. but the house didn't fall. with the two brothers in the belly, he farted three times, but nothing happened to the house. he decided to just knock on the door and when luktung came out, he'd just grab him. so he knocked on the rock door, luktung peered out and saw big foot, so he climbed to the roof of his house and dropped a huge rock on big foot's head, squishing it's head and killing it instantly.

the next day luktung found out that his brothers had been killed by big foot. so sad by this news, he decided  to move to america and start his own band playing lavong, mor lam, and luktung songs in honor of his brothers. this was how loso was formed.

the end.

true story!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: starbucks on March 07, 2009, 10:36:39 AM
When my cousin married his wife (a widow), he would experience paranormal sightings all the time. Every morning when she left for work, immediately after she left the house and my cousin heard the front door close a foul odor would swoop into the house. Then he would see a dark solid figure crawl into the bedroom, shivering, and groaning. It always came to tsuam nws. Since they were living in the house that she had bought with her late husband, it was said that the apparition was her deceased husband.

I remember how scared my cousin was that a grown man such as he was in tears as he confided in my father. Obviously, something very real and terrifying was torturing him because I had never seen my cousin this way. He's an orphan and has always lived by himself in peace.

The church came to pray - because his wife was also a Christian - but the thing still kept on torturing him. My father suggested our sister-in-law, his wife, explain nicely to her deceased husband that she had a new life and he needs to go away in peace.

I don't know exactly whatever happened after that because we didn't hear them talk about it anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: starbucks on March 07, 2009, 10:51:33 AM
For some people it's really difficult to believe that these things can happen. Most of the time they think the experience must be similar to that of watching a scary movie. But it's definitely NOT. Like someone already pointed out, it will make even the bravest, bad-ass grown man cry. Plus, these experiences happen so unexpectedly - the really scary ones, that is. It's not like the person was already having creepy thoughts in which it could be the mind playing tricks.

Thankfully I've never actually visually seen anything but I know people who have. I don't even want to imagine what it was like. These people become so distraught that they're not even the same person anymore because they are consumed with fear. It shows in their face and wears down their health.

Recently, we have a close family friend who is experiencing ghostly hauntings in his home. Now this man holds a professional career and has a reputable name. He's not the type who would make up this kind of stuff for attention. It turns out the house he bought is haunted and the very reason why the previous owners were looking to get rid of it. I just felt the house was out of place the first time we visited. Didn't get good vibes at all. But of course, we didn't know it was haunted at that time. Then one morning he calls us up and says for us to go join his Shamanistic gathering. I assumed it was because he was sick or something. Later that day after we were on our way home, my hubby asked me if I knew why they were doing "neeb". I told him "isn't it because [insert] hasn't been feeling well?"

My hubby said, no, it was because their house is deeply haunted. This had been going on since they moved in not too long ago and they've already had two Shamanistic ceremonies to rid of the spirits. But apparently, some are still lingering around.

 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on March 09, 2009, 08:32:47 AM
This happened to my sister. We did a tso plig for my step father a couple months after he passed away, when all of the guest left, my sisters and I cleaned up. We were both downstairs cleaning, I left her by herself to go grab the dishes from upstairs. While down there alone she heard someone call her name once, she looked around and there wasn't anyone. She went back to cleaning and then she heard her name again, she turned around to look but saw an empty room, she thought maybe she's just thinking too much, she crouched down and started to pack my mothers dishes away and heard her name one last time, as soon as she heard it she stormed up the stairs and told my mom what happened. my mom told her not to answer if it ever happens again, don't know the reason why you shouldn't answer though.  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 09, 2009, 05:31:10 PM
Yeah!, the old Gs always advice not to answer anyone while you're in the woods. I heard that once a upon a time back in our home land, there where this one young man traveling to find him a wife from village to village. One day while making his way through a quiet and dark forest, from a distance he could hear a voice of a young Hmong girl singing. He got curious and follow it, as he get closer to it he could hear the words clearly. And it said that she's lonely and sad and want a boyfriend to talk to. He got excited and when she pause, he sing answering her melody. He sing asking her what's her name, where she's from, why she's in the wood, and all that MTT macking stuff. She sing back to him and ask him to come meet her. As he got closer, he started hearing a click sound like she's hitting a stick on the tree. He told her to keep singing and he'll follow it to her location, she did and when he got to the area the clicking became louder. He didn't said anything than, he didn't want the girl to see him first so he try to sneak peak before answering her again. He was looking around to see where she's at while she keep asking him is he there yet. Every time she speak, the clicking sound will go along with it. Than from a short distance he saw what look like a woodpecker pecking on a tree. Than he realize that when the girl speak, the thing moved and it'll make the clicking sound. Than he looked again and it started to look like a jaw bone of a person on a tree, and that's where the voice was coming from. Just than it spotted him and ask him to get closer but he got scare and took off running. The whole way while he was running, the voice right behind asking him why is he running. Until he ran into a village.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on March 09, 2009, 06:46:45 PM
they say if you answer them, you agree for them to take you with them.

This happened to my sister. We did a tso plig for my step father a couple months after he passed away, when all of the guest left, my sisters and I cleaned up. We were both downstairs cleaning, I left her by herself to go grab the dishes from upstairs. While down there alone she heard someone call her name once, she looked around and there wasn't anyone. She went back to cleaning and then she heard her name again, she turned around to look but saw an empty room, she thought maybe she's just thinking too much, she crouched down and started to pack my mothers dishes away and heard her name one last time, as soon as she heard it she stormed up the stairs and told my mom what happened. my mom told her not to answer if it ever happens again, don't know the reason why you shouldn't answer though.  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on March 09, 2009, 06:53:44 PM
when i was about 11-12 years old, my mom and I would farm on meeka's farm for cash (ua zog). One sunny day we were picking something, i forgot what it was but we were on our knees picking them. It was about noon. My mom and I were next to each other. Suddenly I heard someone called my name once. I looked around and there was no one else but my mom. We were face to face and I knew it wasn't my mom calling me. I went back to picking again. Then it called me again. I guess after the third call, I asked my mom if she hear anyone calling my name cause i keep hearing someone calling my name. She said no. Then she asked if I could hear an airplane flying (an airplane happened to be flying over us). I said "yes mom. I can hear the plane." She said "it's probably nothing''. So we went back to picking and i didn't hear it anymore

Years later, I overheard my mom while she was chatting with her g/f. She told them about that particular day I kept hearing someone calling my name. She said I scared her but she tried to stay calm.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 10, 2009, 09:13:23 AM
For some people it's really difficult to believe that these things can happen. Most of the time they think the experience must be similar to that of watching a scary movie. But it's definitely NOT. Like someone already pointed out, it will make even the bravest, bad-ass grown man cry. Plus, these experiences happen so unexpectedly - the really scary ones, that is. It's not like the person was already having creepy thoughts in which it could be the mind playing tricks.

Thankfully I've never actually visually seen anything but I know people who have. I don't even want to imagine what it was like. These people become so distraught that they're not even the same person anymore because they are consumed with fear. It shows in their face and wears down their health.

Recently, we have a close family friend who is experiencing ghostly hauntings in his home. Now this man holds a professional career and has a reputable name. He's not the type who would make up this kind of stuff for attention. It turns out the house he bought is haunted and the very reason why the previous owners were looking to get rid of it. I just felt the house was out of place the first time we visited. Didn't get good vibes at all. But of course, we didn't know it was haunted at that time. Then one morning he calls us up and says for us to go join his Shamanistic gathering. I assumed it was because he was sick or something. Later that day after we were on our way home, my hubby asked me if I knew why they were doing "neeb". I told him "isn't it because [insert] hasn't been feeling well?"

My hubby said, no, it was because their house is deeply haunted. This had been going on since they moved in not too long ago and they've already had two Shamanistic ceremonies to rid of the spirits. But apparently, some are still lingering around.

 

lol. i liked the part about he's a professional with a reputable name. so that makes him credible. LOL!  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: (gigolow) on March 10, 2009, 09:32:17 AM
yog neb hais lus hmoob. ntsej neb cov "DAB NEEG" haij yuas txhaus ntsais!!!  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lost_forever on March 10, 2009, 12:12:54 PM
I was about 15 to 16 years old.  My brothers wanted to go fishing at this park that had a river and two big ponds.  So, it was a sunny friday, I drove my two brothers, and two cousins to the fishing park.  We were fishing and having fun throwing rocks in the water.  My youngest brother and I were together near the pond, while  my other brother and cousins were at the river.  We can't see each other because of the tall grass , and trees.  They were about 150  feet away. 

It was getting late so I told my younger brother to get the others.  He didn't go because it was too far.  So, I called out their names "  A, B, and C ..lets go home, its getting late"  I said that two times but they did not hear me.  We stayed for another two minutes and waited.  Since we did not hear them or see them coming, my brother and I decide to go to the car first.  Just when we walked passed the little bush on the right side.......... ...........we both heard two little boys say " I'm here...I'm here." ( heard them in hmong language ) The bush was small and could see through, so I looked from 10 ft away and there was noone there.  My brother and I ran as fast as we could to the car and wait for the others..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lost_forever on March 10, 2009, 12:24:53 PM
I had a nightmare couple years ago.  Still remember it clearly.  I was sleeping in my uncle's daughter bedroom.  I was dreaming but not fully sleeping.  My eyes could still see in the dark.  You know, when its dark your eyes can see dark objects.  Well, my eyes were closed , but I felt a big dark hand with long fingernails at edge of my bed.  It felt like someone was pulling my blanket from under.  Suddenly, I felt it on my foot, then I saw it moving closer and closer.  The dark hand kept crawling on my leg and up to my arm.  I thought I was going to die......lol.. ...I screamed so loud but nothing came out.   It got a hold of my shoulder and all I saw was a dark hand.  I twist and turn, trying to get away.  Finally, after couple seconds, it was gone.  I woke up with a scary whisper right next to my left ear.......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: starbucks on March 11, 2009, 12:27:46 AM
lol. i liked the part about he's a professional with a reputable name. so that makes him credible. LOL!  ;D

Well wouldn't you like to think that your stories are credible?  ::) ::) ::)

Between you and him, I'd believe him first. In fact, the majority of people would believe him over you.

Don't hate now just because the Devil (like God) also choose to ignore you, too.  ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 11, 2009, 07:48:25 AM
I had a nightmare couple years ago.  Still remember it clearly.  I was sleeping in my uncle's daughter bedroom.  I was dreaming but not fully sleeping.  My eyes could still see in the dark.  You know, when its dark your eyes can see dark objects.  Well, my eyes were closed , but I felt a big dark hand with long fingernails at edge of my bed.  It felt like someone was pulling my blanket from under.  Suddenly, I felt it on my foot, then I saw it moving closer and closer.  The dark hand kept crawling on my leg and up to my arm.  I thought I was going to die......lol.. ...I screamed so loud but nothing came out.   It got a hold of my shoulder and all I saw was a dark hand.  I twist and turn, trying to get away.  Finally, after couple seconds, it was gone.  I woke up with a scary whisper right next to my left ear.......

are u a girl? u sound like one. just curious.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 11, 2009, 07:53:39 AM
Well wouldn't you like to think that your stories are credible?  ::) ::) ::)

Between you and him, I'd believe him first. In fact, the majority of people would believe him over you.

Don't hate now just because the Devil (like God) also choose to ignore you, too.  ;D ;D ;D

i saw that you edited yourself a few times. so u've finally decided on a comment for me.  :)

my stories are true. after all i am a professional charlatan and indeed, no name in PH is more reputable then someone who is named GENUINE.

have you tried praying?

i have no idea what your devil and GOD comment ignoring is about. too deep for me. LOL! much like your other arguments in debate forum.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: starbucks on March 11, 2009, 09:08:32 AM
i saw that you edited yourself a few times. so u've finally decided on a comment for me.  :)

my stories are true. after all i am a professional charlatan and indeed, no name in PH is more reputable then someone who is named GENUINE.

have you tried praying?

i have no idea what your devil and GOD comment ignoring is about. too deep for me. LOL! much like your other arguments in debate forum.

Edited a couple of times? I added the second line because there was no sense to post the reminder as a second response. But I will agree on one thing, you are "genuinely" ignorant.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 11, 2009, 09:13:41 AM
Edited a couple of times? I added the second line because there was no sense to post the reminder as a second response. But I will agree on one thing, you are "genuinely" ignorant.

you mean you agree with yourself?

can't you realize when you're dealing with someone far superior to you?

it's like the difference between cheap coffee and gourmet coffee. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 11, 2009, 09:53:19 AM
here's a clip to add along to your stories.  watch when  ur alone in the middle of night.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09rKQXi5iaE&feature=related

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: T_Zing on March 11, 2009, 10:49:28 AM
If you answer a ghosts call, it will follow you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 12, 2009, 12:51:25 AM
I'm more of a scienctific person then a superstitious one...I don't really like to believe in ghost and spirits at all but when ever i think back to the time when both my cousin and I saw this ghost together at night when we're little.  I'll always be a believer.

Here's a true story:

My family lived in a house that was build over this unholy ground back in Laos.  The evil spirits there took one of my brother's life, before my dad was finally convinced by the incident and the Shaman person that we were living among demonic and evil spirits in that house. 

We were lured into that house by one my dad's friend.  We were new to the village, so he offered my dad and us to stayed with him and his family until we got a place of our own.  Then eventually he offered the house for free to my dad and said he's relocation and moving somewhere else.  Of course, my dad was overwhelm with delight and though how good of friend he was.  Until shitt started happening to my older brothers who were still very little at the time.  They'd have nightmares, see creepy things and creepy people around the house, both at night and during the day time.

I don't want to get too detail about it, but when one my older brother was going to die from all of these, he spoke to my mom while terribly sick in his bed with he's eyes closed.  He said something like he doesn't want to go with them.  And then a little while afterward, he died.  Probably just a coincident but after he'd already died, his body wouldn't grow cold at all, until my mom had to tell him to let go and get reincardinated into a new life.

Some people didn't believe what happened to us, they came and built their new house partially on that piece of ground.  They ended up losing about two or three of their family members.  All died from the same cause of sudden illness attack, horrible stomach upset and passed away within two days.

My mom eventually ran into my dad's friend some years later and confronted him.  He denied of ever intentionally luring us into his house.  And he even said, if he did may karma bestowed up him for doing so.  One of his wife died very shortly afterward...sh e committed suicide.  Or it could have been both of his wives, not sure.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 123 on March 12, 2009, 07:23:52 AM
WOW
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 12, 2009, 08:13:32 AM
I'm more of a scienctific person then a superstitious one...I don't really like to believe in ghost and spirits at all but when ever i think back to the time when both my cousin and I saw this ghost together at night when we're little.  I'll always be a believer.

Here's a true story:

My family lived in a house that was build over this unholy ground back in Laos.  The evil spirits there took one of my brother's life, before my dad was finally convinced by the incident and the Shaman person that we were living among demonic and evil spirits in that house. 

We were lured into that house by one my dad's friend.  We were new to the village, so he offered my dad and us to stayed with him and his family until we got a place of our own.  Then eventually he offered the house for free to my dad and said he's relocation and moving somewhere else.  Of course, my dad was overwhelm with delight and though how good of friend he was.  Until shitt started happening to my older brothers who were still very little at the time.  They'd have nightmares, see creepy things and creepy people around the house, both at night and during the day time.

I don't want to get too detail about it, but when one my older brother was going to die from all of these, he spoke to my mom while terribly sick in his bed with he's eyes closed.  He said something like he doesn't want to go with them.  And then a little while afterward, he died.  Probably just a coincident but after he'd already died, his body wouldn't grow cold at all, until my mom had to tell him to let go and get reincardinated into a new life.

Some people didn't believe what happened to us, they came and built their new house partially on that piece of ground.  They ended up losing about two or three of their family members.  All died from the same cause of sudden illness attack, horrible stomach upset and passed away within two days.

My mom eventually ran into my dad's friend some years later and confronted him.  He denied of ever intentionally luring us into his house.  And he even said, if he did may karma bestowed up him for doing so.  One of his wife died very shortly afterward...sh e committed suicide.  Or it could have been both of his wives, not sure.

question. why would your dad's supposed friend want to "lure" you guys to live in that house, especially for free? there were no gains for your dad's friends. i don't get it. it would make more sense to accuse the friend of some devious actions if he did somehow gain. in court cases, we usually call this motivation.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: peas_n_queues on March 12, 2009, 11:32:24 AM
question. why would your dad's supposed friend want to "lure" you guys to live in that house, especially for free? there were no gains for your dad's friends. i don't get it. it would make more sense to accuse the friend of some devious actions if he did somehow gain. in court cases, we usually call this motivation.

some people are mean-mean.  Even if there is no "gain" per se, they gain when you lose... and for older generations losing a son is a big deal.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 12, 2009, 01:34:44 PM
some people are mean-mean.  Even if there is no "gain" per se, they gain when you lose... and for older generations losing a son is a big deal.

yea but they were friends. her dad wouldn't call the guy a friend for no reason. or would he?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on March 12, 2009, 03:47:49 PM
Lure like how?  Lure is intended for trapping,.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 12, 2009, 04:19:46 PM
question. why would your dad's supposed friend want to "lure" you guys to live in that house, especially for free? there were no gains for your dad's friends. i don't get it. it would make more sense to accuse the friend of some devious actions if he did somehow gain. in court cases, we usually call this motivation.

Because those evil spirits are really possessive, you can't just walk out on them and leave, they'll follow you.  You either have to lure somebody else to replace you, or you either have to find somebody who really knows how to perform rituals to free you from them.  I guess my dad's friend chose the first option instead, because maybe that was the only way he  knew how at the time.  They have a Hmong name for these possessive spirits, but I can't write in hmong so I can tell you.  Go and ask the elders, they will tell you about it.

Before my older brother's death, my mom already had suspicion about my dad's friend offering that house to us for free;  she just thought it was too good to be true because it was a newly built house.  Plus the fact that my brothers were starting to experienced horrible night mares, she even went and got her dad to come and performed a shamanistic ritual to find out what's going on.  He he even told her and my dad that there's spirits living among us in that house and for us to get out.  But because these spirits didn't showed themselves to my dad or my mom and only to the kids my dad didn't believe it and thought the kids were just seeing things.  Plus he had a job away from home and was gone most of the time.

We were able to free ourselves from these spirits after my brother's death, because by then rumors had spread around the village and some people there have knowlegde about these spirits and what to do.  They helped us get away from these spirits by having us leaved the house pretending like we were just going somewhere and were coming back.  We also had to leaved all of our possessions behind in that house.  I can't quite remembered, but I think the house was eventually torned or burnt down sometime after we left.  I have to asked my mom about that part again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on March 13, 2009, 09:16:15 AM
This happened recently. It was about 10 in the evening, my SIL and I were on our way back from shopping for my sisters wedding and our next stop was to pick up my aunts bakery stuff so we could bake the wedding cake. well my aunt lives down this really creepy, into the forest dirt road, and I mean it was like the roads back in laos and thailand, you know those roads they take to go to ua teb. once we got there, I was in the front and my SIL was behind me, we climbed up the stairs and knocked on her door...my aunt opened her door but only slightly ajar...as she's talking to us she slowly starts to close the door...I saw my SIL inch closer to me almost pushing me inside...we were just peering at her wondering if she was gonna invite us in but she just told us to go home and that she doesn't have her wedding cake stuff. On our way back home my SIL asked me--did you hear someone breathing behind us. I told her no that i was too bz wondering why she didn't invite us inside. My SIL starts to chant--ua siab lo lo--ua siab lo lo--. She told me the reason she kept edging closer to me was because someone was breathing heavily behind her and she was so scared. That night I went to wrap my gifts and she was in her room txting, I heard a loud commotion and came out to find my brother and SIL running out of their bedroom. she said she was txting when she saw a hand waving to her outside her door and so she txt my brother to come help her....this was late at night and everyone was asleep except for me and the guys that were downstairs playing cards.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 13, 2009, 10:15:41 AM
mary jane is some potent stuff...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on March 13, 2009, 10:16:14 AM
Everyone has a soul and their soul is either weak or strong or in the middle.  These spirits attack the weak because they are susceptibility .  People have  12 souls and their soul is what makes them strong.  This is the reason why alot of hmong of hmongs doesn't want to donate their body parts because in the next life you will lose have body problems.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on March 13, 2009, 01:20:39 PM
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 :P
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 . . .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on March 13, 2009, 04:17:06 PM
my husband does not like dolls. if there's dolls around, he will dream of them chasing him and scaring him. The dreams stop when he threw all the dolls out. Good thing he doesn't have any daughters...  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 14, 2009, 05:09:00 AM
...I just want to bring up a few incidents from my story, cause I think it's pretty creepy and you guys might want to hear it.

Before my brother died or even start to get really sick...one day he was home alone with my other older brother who's older that him.  This happened during the daytime, the younger one which was the one who passed away suddenly ran up to the older one and asked for my dad's gun because he said somebody unknown/scary looking just came through the door way and is somewhere in the house.  He wanted my dad's gun so he can shoot it.  It scared my other older brother but of course he didn't give him the gun; instead they just left the house, waited and played outside until my parents came home.  My dad has a few guns stored away in house and they all knew about it.

This also happened before he'd gotten sick and died:  He saw three like mice tailing each other and going around the fire place as if they are playing.  He went and got a stick, and beat one of them to death while the other two escaped into a hole.  He showed it to my mom, and mom said it didn't look like your typical mouse, it was quite different and weird looking.  It was after that incident that he started getting really sick and died.

The whole time my mom was telling us this story, I was thinking umm...what if he just caught onto some type of illness that caused his death.  And that he must have suffered a pretty long horrible illness before he finally passed away.  But to my surprise, she said all this happened within just three days.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 14, 2009, 05:20:13 AM
my husband does not like dolls. if there's dolls around, he will dream of them chasing him and scaring him. The dreams stop when he threw all the dolls out. Good thing he doesn't have any daughters...  :D

You know what he should do, he should face his fear in his dream then it'll stop.

That's what I wanted to do everytime, but some of my dreams are just too scary that I gave into my fears.  And feel really disppointed when I wake up.

I believe if you can face your fears in your nightmares or dreams...it will have an impact on your reality as well.

The other day I had dream that a relative died, and we were suppose to cut him up and clean his stomach out like a pig for his funeral ceremony.  I remembered I was so scared and horrified in the dream, I couldn't do and just hide away while others do it.  When I woke up, I felt so angry about it that I wasn't able to face my fear.  I have other scary dreams too that I wasn't able to face my fears. :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 14, 2009, 05:31:29 AM
This happened recently. It was about 10 in the evening, my SIL and I were on our way back from shopping for my sisters wedding and our next stop was to pick up my aunts bakery stuff so we could bake the wedding cake. well my aunt lives down this really creepy, into the forest dirt road, and I mean it was like the roads back in laos and thailand, you know those roads they take to go to ua teb. once we got there, I was in the front and my SIL was behind me, we climbed up the stairs and knocked on her door...my aunt opened her door but only slightly ajar...as she's talking to us she slowly starts to close the door...I saw my SIL inch closer to me almost pushing me inside...we were just peering at her wondering if she was gonna invite us in but she just told us to go home and that she doesn't have her wedding cake stuff. On our way back home my SIL asked me--did you hear someone breathing behind us. I told her no that i was too bz wondering why she didn't invite us inside. My SIL starts to chant--ua siab lo lo--ua siab lo lo--. She told me the reason she kept edging closer to me was because someone was breathing heavily behind her and she was so scared. That night I went to wrap my gifts and she was in her room txting, I heard a loud commotion and came out to find my brother and SIL running out of their bedroom. she said she was txting when she saw a hand waving to her outside her door and so she txt my brother to come help her....this was late at night and everyone was asleep except for me and the guys that were downstairs playing cards.

That's mean, you SIL didn't even invited you guys in? >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on March 15, 2009, 10:39:08 AM
It was her aunt not her SIL. 

That's mean, you SIL didn't even invited you guys in? >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mirage on March 15, 2009, 08:08:28 PM
Finally finished reading all the stories!!!

Creepy!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on March 15, 2009, 08:16:25 PM
Finally finished reading all the stories!!!

Creepy!

i dont get it...  fancee, mirage...  who's who?   ???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mirage on March 15, 2009, 11:07:09 PM
i dont get it...  fancee, mirage...  who's who?   ???

neither haha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on March 16, 2009, 09:57:35 AM
That's mean, you SIL didn't even invited you guys in? >:(

It was my aunt...but no she didn't invite us in the house, we stood on her porch and she slowly closed the door.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Solitary on March 16, 2009, 10:55:16 AM
6 yrs ago before my uncle was killed by his wife; my cousins and i had a great time out at dejavu in mpls. we got home a little after 1 in the morning. we all went to bed right away. i had a real bad upset stomach. i woke up around 5ish or 6 in the the early morning before anyone did to use the bathroom.

i was sitting on the toilet lettin' it out, suddenly, i heard a knock on the door. i didnt say anything. i could care less. i was concentrating on lettin' it out. it was just one simple knock! dam, i thought to myself, just one knock, if someone was to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, he or she wouldve knocked several times or called out who was using the bathroom. i didnt think of anything more. i finished and walked out of the bathroom and went straight to bed.

when morning finally came, my uncle and aunt were up, and there were a crowd of people. they had a "ua neeg" scheduled for that day. we didnt know who the ceremony was for, or why they were doing. we had spring break that week and my cousin planned to spend the week with his family. we left before the ceremony ended.

two nights later, my dad got a call from an uncle from that my uncle was stabbed, and stabbed by his wife. he died early the following morning.

my mommy's the only person ive shared my bathroom incident with until now..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Solitary on March 16, 2009, 11:06:16 AM
here's another tragic sighting before one of my college buddy passed away in a motorcycle accident.
he and his bro lived in a housing complex. he woke up one morning to a white man in white rope standing in the doorway. a few secs. later it turned away.

he told us about his encountered with the man in a white rope, then a few mons later he got into a motorcycle and passed away.

sad man, he was suppose to graduate the following spring.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 16, 2009, 11:12:54 AM
It was my aunt...but no she didn't invite us in the house, we stood on her porch and she slowly closed the door.

That's still mean, she was suppose to invited you guys to come in.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on March 16, 2009, 11:29:21 AM
That's still mean, she was suppose to invited you guys to come in.
yea exactly my thoughts! but after hearing wat my SIL experienced... no thanks no invites no care now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on March 16, 2009, 11:32:47 AM
6 yrs ago before my uncle was killed by his wife; my cousins and i had a great time out at dejavu in mpls. we got home a little after 1 in the morning. we all went to bed right away. i had a real bad upset stomach. i woke up around 5ish or 6 in the the early morning before anyone did to use the bathroom.

i was sitting on the toilet lettin' it out, suddenly, i heard a knock on the door. i didnt say anything. i could care less. i was concentrating on lettin' it out. it was just one simple knock! dam, i thought to myself, just one knock, if someone was to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, he or she wouldve knocked several times or called out who was using the bathroom. i didnt think of anything more. i finished and walked out of the bathroom and went straight to bed.

when morning finally came, my uncle and aunt were up, and there were a crowd of people. they had a "ua neeg" scheduled for that day. we didnt know who the ceremony was for, or why they were doing. we had spring break that week and my cousin planned to spend the week with his family. we left before the ceremony ended.

two nights later, my dad got a call from an uncle from that my uncle was stabbed, and stabbed by his wife. he died early the following morning.

my mommy's the only person ive shared my bathroom incident with until now..

so yall were staying at your uncle's house, the one that got stabbed...i wonder what happened?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lost_forever on March 16, 2009, 01:25:41 PM
why did your uncle's wife stabb him ?



  When I grew up, my mom told me that my dad passed away.  I was too young to remember what he was like. Only in pictures and by other's stories.  I dreamed about him waking up from the coffin a couple of times.  When I saw the pale face lying face up on the coffin, I recognized that it was my dad.  His eyes were closed and I was standing two foot away from his body.  There was a complete silence for 5 seconds, noone was there....Sudde nly, his eyes were open and he was sitting up in the coffin.  I was so scared....his pale face frightened me.  He grabed my arm but I pulled away and ran.  Ran as fast as I could...I woke up so scared.  It made me scared to look at coffins when I'm at the funerals.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on March 16, 2009, 09:34:16 PM
This also happened before he'd gotten sick and died:  He saw three like mice tailing each other and going around the fire place as if they are playing.  He went and got a stick, and beat one of them to death while the other two escaped into a hole.  He showed it to my mom, and mom said it didn't look like your typical mouse, it was quite different and weird looking.  It was after that incident that he started getting really sick and died.


these kind of mice are called dab ntxaug (skinny ghost). I have no idea how they came up w/ the name... anyways in the daytime, they are in the form of mice but at night they become what looks to be "fireflies" flying around a fireplace. If you kill one of their kind, they will kill one of your kind. You should ask your parents about them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on March 16, 2009, 09:35:38 PM
You know what he should do, he should face his fear in his dream then it'll stop.

That's what I wanted to do everytime, but some of my dreams are just too scary that I gave into my fears.  And feel really disppointed when I wake up.

I believe if you can face your fears in your nightmares or dreams...it will have an impact on your reality as well.

The other day I had dream that a relative died, and we were suppose to cut him up and clean his stomach out like a pig for his funeral ceremony.  I remembered I was so scared and horrified in the dream, I couldn't do and just hide away while others do it.  When I woke up, I felt so angry about it that I wasn't able to face my fear.  I have other scary dreams too that I wasn't able to face my fears. :-\

My husband's a brave person. More brave than I am. I guess he lost that's why he threw them away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 17, 2009, 01:30:15 AM
these kind of mice are called dab ntxaug (skinny ghost). I have no idea how they came up w/ the name... anyways in the daytime, they are in the form of mice but at night they become what looks to be "fireflies" flying around a fireplace. If you kill one of their kind, they will kill one of your kind. You should ask your parents about them.

Actually, to my understanding they could be in the forms many other things too. Cause my brothers were seeing a few different scary things going on while we lived in that house.

I've just asked my mom again about it the other day, and she told me the time it took from my brother being very sick to his death was not even three days.  It was only like 1 day...it started today and by sometime tommorrow he was dead already.

She also told me, after we got out of that house, my dad still haven't ceased to underestimatin g these spirits.  He paid a few people to torned down the house and had them transfered some of the parts to be use on our new house.  After we started living in that new house, my mom had a dream about two strange persons coming to visit our home.  And they said to her, so this is where you guy are, we've been wondering where you guys have ran off to.  After that dream, she started getting really sick in the same way as my brother and almost died too.  She was pretty luck, her father was a shaman, he pleaded with the spirits and  burned them a lot of paper money for them to leave her alone.

The people that came to built their house on part of that area left too after they lost two of their family members.  But they did the same my dad did, they torned the house down and took parts from it to used on their new house also.  After they moved into the new house, one morning the wife got up early as usual to cook and get ready.  She heard loud stumping noises from outside like a Rhino running towards their house.  She was about to peaked out to see what it was, then suddenly this big hairy and scary looking hand pushed itself through the wall made out of straws and hay materials.  She was so scared, she ran to wake up her husband up but it was gone.

We were finally free from those evil spirits, not sure what happened to them from that point on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 17, 2009, 01:41:21 AM
why did your uncle's wife stabb him ?



  When I grew up, my mom told me that my dad passed away.  I was too young to remember what he was like. Only in pictures and by other's stories.  I dreamed about him waking up from the coffin a couple of times.  When I saw the pale face lying face up on the coffin, I recognized that it was my dad.  His eyes were closed and I was standing two foot away from his body.  There was a complete silence for 5 seconds, noone was there....Sudde nly, his eyes were open and he was sitting up in the coffin.  I was so scared....his pale face frightened me.  He grabed my arm but I pulled away and ran.  Ran as fast as I could...I woke up so scared.  It made me scared to look at coffins when I'm at the funerals.

That's a pretty scary dream...you shoud do Power Ranger on him next time. ;D

Seriously why would he wanna scared u like that?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dawn on March 17, 2009, 05:53:22 AM
My grandfather passed away when I was about 10 years old. During the funeral, all the adults had gone to the funeral home. My cousins and I were home cleaning up and washing the dishes; out of nowhere I burst out in tears. Nothing they said could calm me down. My cousins were christians and started praying for me. After they said their prayers, I stopped crying and calmed down. When my parents came home, they told my parents about it. Of course my parents brushed it off because they were so busy with everything, and they figured I was just sad about my grandfather passing on.
A month after the funeral, we moved to an apartment in Clovis. I went to a new school and everything went back to normal. Until one night, I was doing my homework and I heard a soft voice telling me to hurry upand finish my homework. I looked up from my paper and there was no one there. I went back to doing my homework and I heard ir again. This time it was louder and more demanding. It said," Hurry up and do your homework!" It's funny now that I think about it, but at the time I was scared poopless.  I wouldn't sleep in my room for days. My parents decided to ua neeg for me and see why I was hearing voices and why I cried hystrically during my grandfathers' funeral. The shaman told my parents the reason why I was crying was because my spirit saw my grandpa and it was sad. The voice that I heard was a pob xtoog(spelling) calling for me to hurry and finish to go play with them.

Here's another:

For years after my grandfathers' death, I would have this one reoccuring dream. I would have once or twice a year. In my dream, we were doing my grandfather's funeral at our house in the livingroom. They had his casket on top of dining table. There was a long tablecloth that goes across the table and flows all the way down to the floor. It was getting dark, and all the guest were leaving. My mom told my sibblings and I to go and hide because grandpa was going to wake up and look for food. My sibblings all went to hide in the bedroom, and I went and hid under the dining table. In the middle of the night, my grandpa woke up and the first thing he did was reached under the table and grabbed me.
Everytime I have this dream, I do the same exact thing. I'll go hide under the table thinking that he won'tget me. He always gets me. I haven't had this dream in a long time. Ever since I converted to Christianity.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dawn on March 17, 2009, 05:57:32 AM
Here's another one: This happened in NC.

It was about two years ago when this happened at my parents house. Just to paint a picture for everyone. My parents house is built on top of hill. My parents house faces the main road. There is a big a tree down smack in the middle of the front yard and the drive way is on the right side of the house. On the left side of the house is a little wooded area.
Anyways, this happened in Nov. My dad works graveyard shift. Everynight before he goes to work, he would start his car to warm it up. One night he started his car, and came back into the house for about 15 minutes or so. He went back out and the car wasn't there. Now my dads car is a five speed. If it was to roll, it would roll straight down the hill to the main road. That's was the first thing he did. He ran down the hill to see if his car rolled down there. It wasn't there. When he came back up the drive he noticed that the car was parked along the left side of the house. My younger brothers car was parked in the front of the house. Somehow, my dads car manage to bypass my brothers car and the tree. Even if it somehow rolled to the left of the house, it would of hit my brother's car and or the tree. I told my parents that someone or something moved the car, in order for the car to miss my brothers car and the tree. My parents brushed it off saying it was nothing.
A few weeks later, my dad wasn't feeling well. My mom went to see a shaman and my mom asked about the incident with my dads car. She told my mom that it was my dads relative in Laos coming to ask for money, and that they've been there for 6 months. It was time for them to go back and they did that to get my dad's attention. That everynight they would stand on different sides of the house to get my parents attention, but it didn't work. Well, my dad burnt them some money and they were on their merry way. We haven't had any more problems after that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lost_forever on March 17, 2009, 09:35:53 AM
No Regret  -   I don't know,  I was the only one in our family that dreamed about him.  Maybe its because I missed him alot......

Dawm   -   Those are scary, especially the one about your grandfather. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on March 17, 2009, 09:57:36 AM
hey no regrets,
This is similar to what you said about your story.  This isn't a story what more like facts and figures similar to your story. well i heard if from a friend who just came from thailand when we were going to a soccer tourney. He said that in thailand there is a hill going down slanted and there were these people that built their house at the botton of the hill. well after living there for quite sometimes their family memnbers starting complaining about stomach pain and stuff like that. we before they knew what hit them two of their members died and they moved to another area. Then not long after that another family moved in and had the same problems. Then they did shaman and he told the family that their house was built over a grave and that is why they kept on gettting sick.  They built it over the grave and it didn't want them on his property. Well the family got scared and moved.  I guessed noone live there anymore.

here is another story.
 
this is what i heard from my pop.  We have this one uncle who back in the days went somewhere and he saw two girls playing around. Well he thought to himself why would these two little girls be playing in the middle of nowhere. so he went to asked if they were scared to play in the middle of nowhere/ well as it turns out he was walking towards the girls and when he got close. He asked little girl aren't you scared, why are you?????and while he was saying he put his right hand on top of the little girls' head and the little girl got spook because they didn't know my uncle what behind them.  The little girl turn around and frozed there like a dumb person.  My uncle also frozed in motion because this was no girl. this was a little poj nxtooj girl with long hair and her face was pale and rotten. He had came close to the poj ntxooj and was scared. so he ran back home. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DirtyhmonguyFTW on March 17, 2009, 01:14:58 PM
mary jane is some potent stuff...
hell yeah. laced with shroom u can see that silly rabbit! the rabbit is always right
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ms.CuaThoj on March 17, 2009, 03:02:09 PM
here's another tragic sighting before one of my college buddy passed away in a motorcycle accident.
he and his bro lived in a housing complex. he woke up one morning to a white man in white rope standing in the doorway. a few secs. later it turned away.

he told us about his encountered with the man in a white rope, then a few mons later he got into a motorcycle and passed away.

sad man, he was suppose to graduate the following spring.

Whose your friend? I have a friend who pass away in a motorcycle accident, too
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 17, 2009, 11:38:04 PM
I had this real scary but really kool illusion experience one night.

This is very true.

I was sleeping and woke up at around 2 am in the morning.  As I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw this figure image standing by my door.  It startled me so I tried focusing my eyes to get a better look at it, then it turned out to be "The Virgin Mary."  She was standing by my bedroom door, bowing her head down, with her hands up to her chin in a praying position .  She was greyish white just like a statue and glowing in the moonlight coming thru the window.  What's even wierder was I thought I'm just seeing things because of my blurry vision, but the more I robbed my eyes and focus, the image only becomes more sharper and real.  I got all freaked out, but as I kept staring at it in horror and amazement.  Her form slowly change and change and all was left of her image was just my towel hanging on my door knob.
 
Even if it was just an illusion, it's still an amazing experience.  I'm planning on making a beautiful painting of her image from that experience.

It was so real but scary at the same time...I wish everyone of you could experience it too. 

My other question is of all the things the world, why was it her that I saw?

I should tell this story to all people who goes to church.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 19, 2009, 11:04:28 AM
I had this real scary but really kool illusion experience one night.

This is very true.

I was sleeping and woke up at around 2 am in the morning.  As I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw this figure image standing by my door.  It startled me so I tried focusing my eyes to get a better look at it, then it turned out to be "The Virgin Mary."  She was standing by my bedroom door, bowing her head down, with her hands up to her chin in a praying position .  She was greyish white just like a statue and glowing in the moonlight coming thru the window.  What's even wierder was I thought I'm just seeing things because of my blurry vision, but the more I robbed my eyes and focus, the image only becomes more sharper and real.  I got all freaked out, but as I kept staring at it in horror and amazement.  Her form slowly change and change and all was left of her image was just my towel hanging on my door knob.
 
Even if it was just an illusion, it's still an amazing experience.  I'm planning on making a beautiful painting of her image from that experience.

It was so real but scary at the same time...I wish everyone of you could experience it too. 

My other question is of all the things the world, why was it her that I saw?

I should tell this story to all people who goes to church.




it's a sign for u to convert.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on March 19, 2009, 11:46:02 AM
my bf's grandma has been very sick lately and she's been having back and shoulder pains for the last couple of months. They took her to the doctor and all but there seems to be nothing wrong so they gave her some pain medcine, well, they decided to ncuas qeb (the egg thingy) saib and said that she been carrying grandpa (deceased) and grandpa been sitting on her shoulders. so they r now doing the jingle bells on her. bf says that he saw her crying and calling out to her husband everytime she saw her husbands pix.  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on March 19, 2009, 12:04:03 PM
6 yrs ago before my uncle was killed by his wife; my cousins and i had a great time out at dejavu in mpls. we got home a little after 1 in the morning. we all went to bed right away. i had a real bad upset stomach. i woke up around 5ish or 6 in the the early morning before anyone did to use the bathroom.

i was sitting on the toilet lettin' it out, suddenly, i heard a knock on the door. i didnt say anything. i could care less. i was concentrating on lettin' it out. it was just one simple knock! dam, i thought to myself, just one knock, if someone was to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, he or she wouldve knocked several times or called out who was using the bathroom. i didnt think of anything more. i finished and walked out of the bathroom and went straight to bed.

when morning finally came, my uncle and aunt were up, and there were a crowd of people. they had a "ua neeg" scheduled for that day. we didnt know who the ceremony was for, or why they were doing. we had spring break that week and my cousin planned to spend the week with his family. we left before the ceremony ended.

two nights later, my dad got a call from an uncle from that my uncle was stabbed, and stabbed by his wife. he died early the following morning.

my mommy's the only person ive shared my bathroom incident with until now..



Story made no sense... & the rope one too.. or is it robe?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on March 19, 2009, 02:47:43 PM
this happened to my mom a couple of years ago.

It was the beginning of 2007. One morning, i woke my mom to get her ready for dialysis. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. As she was turning around, she asked me, "Is sunshine and bee here?" (Sunshine and Bee are my little nieces. at the time, sunshine was 7 and bee was 5.) I answered saying no. She replied in hmong, "i thought i saw sunshine tapping my shoulder. I turned around and there she was. Are you sure she's not here?" i said, "yes". We thought nothing of it. We just went our day like nothing happened.  From that day on, my mom's been seeing bugs crawling on her, around her and even in her food. 

Come spring, we were celebrating some birthdays. One of my nephew's gf's mom came to the celebration. She later told my nephew's gf that when she came to the party, she saw my mom. Around my mom was this little girl. She kept hanging around my mom just picking at her. She knew we were christians so she didn't say anything. She knew we wouldn't believe her. It wasn't until summer that my nephew told us.

Come july, my mom went into a cardiac arrest. That day, one of my brother told us that the night before, he had a dream of this little girl hanging around my mom. He said that the girl was the older version of his daughter, Sunshine, and that her name was Mee. My oldest brother confirmed that at the time of my sister's Mee death, she looked a lot like Sunshine. My cousins were there and even they confirmed it.

We never did any sort of shaman jingle bell on my mom but then my nephew's gf, who's now his wife, her mom told her that before my mom married my dad, she was supposed be a shaman. But because she married my dad and my dad converted to christianity, the spirits stopped bugging her. It wasn't until my dad died that the spirits came back. They want her to be one even at her advance age. My nephew's wife said that her mom is willing to help us get rid of it. However, when the time comes and my mom is to pass on, we have to do it the shaman way. My mom, all her life, she's known God. So i told her that it's okay. We'll just keep praying.

in a way, it kind of makes sense. all my mom's life, she's been a sick child. she even told us that at one point in her childhood, her grandma wanted her to go with her to the after world but my grandma wouldn't have it. They even changed her name so that the grandma wouldn't come anymore. Even til this day, my mom is still sick. She's so sick but yet she keeps holding on.


Just a couple of months ago, my mom and I were talking in the living room. All of a sudden, my mom starts reaching outward in front of her. I asked her what she was doing. She replied in hmong, "who's kid is this?" i looked and said, "what kid, mom" she replies, "he's right here. Don't you see him?" i said, "mom, there's no kid here." I saw her face and it looked like she knew she was going crazy. she stopped what she was doing and just went back to talking.


these days, when it gets really quiet, she'll scream out my name. if i don't answer her on the first call, she yells and yells for my name until either i answer or someone else does. she doesn't like to be alone and always wants someone in the same room with her.


my mom told me one time that when she misses my dad, she'll see his face appear kind of like a cloud floating near her. When she's had enough of it, it would disappear. Sometimes, she would even feel him sleep right next to her. She would feel the bed sink and she'll turn and see him next to her.


a few members of my family have experienced a lot of paranormal activities around them. i'll try to tell them later when i have the courage to do it. hahahahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on March 19, 2009, 03:35:28 PM
it's a sign for u to convert.

Seriously, I maybe you are right.  My life has been filled with uncertainties and confusions only, maybe that's something I need to do, change my beliefs and views on life.  But even though my life has been filled with more agonies than joys, I somehow like it and don't want to change. :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ImTHATgrL on March 19, 2009, 06:46:32 PM
my bf's grandma has been very sick lately and she's been having back and shoulder pains for the last couple of months. They took her to the doctor and all but there seems to be nothing wrong so they gave her some pain medcine, well, they decided to ncuas qeb (the egg thingy) saib and said that she been carrying grandpa (deceased) and grandpa been sitting on her shoulders. so they r now doing the jingle bells on her. bf says that he saw her crying and calling out to her husband everytime she saw her husbands pix.  :o :o :o

This reminds me of Shutter.... :-\  scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on March 20, 2009, 11:49:19 AM
this is what i heard from my pop.  We have this one uncle who back in the days went somewhere and he saw two girls playing around. Well he thought to himself why would these two little girls be playing in the middle of nowhere. so he went to asked if they were scared to play in the middle of nowhere/ well as it turns out he was walking towards the girls and when he got close. He asked little girl aren't you scared, why are you?????and while he was saying he put his right hand on top of the little girls' head and the little girl got spook because they didn't know my uncle what behind them.  The little girl turn around and frozed there like a dumb person.  My uncle also frozed in motion because this was no girl. this was a little poj nxtooj girl with long hair and her face was pale and rotten. He had came close to the poj ntxooj and was scared. so he ran back home. 

ewwwww :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: neWbie_mEe on March 20, 2009, 03:04:23 PM
so here's some of my stories.

first one is not really scary but freaky and this personally happened to me

I used to have a crush back in high school and before I move away, he got shot and died.  The weird thing was I knew that he would go one week before it happen, because I kept having headache and this voice in the back of my head telling me that I might not see him again.  Okay, first off I thought I was crazy and I even felt bad for thinking this...because as you know in Hmong it is taboo to think these stuff for a person who is still living.  Anyways it got so bad to the point that for a joke/ or just to shut out the feelings, I decided to myspace him a message and asked him if he liked me, because the voice said if I wanted to ask him something then I should because it was going to be my last chance and I thought well that's what I wanted to know.  The next day I went to play with his sister and at one point we thought we heard him called our names.  It turn out that he got shot that day and died but his sister told me that he did get the message before he left to go fishing which was were he got shot...weird and creepy.

I have other to add on with this story but I will tell it later.

second story happened to my grandma when she was younger.

So the story goes like this...back when my grandma was still a little girl, there was a really pretty girl in her village.  She said that all the guys would come to the village just to talk to her but she was a really good girl and everyone always praises her for being both beautiful and good.  My grandma said that may have been a reason why one day she got really sick and died, because something took her.  My grandma said that it was a little after her her funeral, that this happened to her.

She was alone working in the farm *the girl's family farm is next to theirs" and she said she felt scared like something else was there with her that morning.  But being who she is, she tried to rub it off.  Well she told me that it got so bad to the point where she said can feel her body starting to shake and shiver for no reason at all.  Then suddenly she saw a huge rock come flying pass her, almost hitting her in the head.  Well this got her mad and she sort of forgot about being afraid and so she turn around and she saw her.  My grandma said she was in her burial Hmong clothing with a red string attach her her waist like pulling her towards the forest, and my grandma said she was moving but her feet was not, like she was just floating toward her destination.  Well this got my grandma scared, so she just took off running all the way back to her village.  Later she told me that maybe the girl just wanted to tell her goodbye and tell my grandma that she was leaving because they knew each other.

ee...I'm getting scared telling this story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: neWbie_mEe on March 20, 2009, 03:16:50 PM
oh almost forgot one more, this happened to my brother-in-law.

If anyone of you is from Fresno, you'll know that lost lake is haunted and it usually has a lot of sacredly stories surrounding it.  Well this happen to him when he was younger.  My bro-in-law said that when he was younger he used to go fishing with his dad and uncle since he is the oldest boy and he did not have many cousin at that time.  So he said that they are walking on the trail being the curious kid he is he climbs on top of the rock next to the water to look if he would see any fishes swimming, while everyone else is moving along the trail.  He said that he was probably looking for 30sec when he felt something weird.  So turn to look up and saw a Hmong guy wearing Hmong cloths at the other side of river looking at him.  He said he felt scared so he got off the rock and starting chasing after his dad them.  Well my brother-in-law first thought that maybe the guy was there with his family to shoot some family photo, but he realize later that there was no one there that morning except for them and I scary part was he remember the guy was floating on the water...damn I'm getting scared talking about this one too *alone at the moment*.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lost_forever on March 20, 2009, 03:32:53 PM
those are too scary !!...Your grandma is so brave.... :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on March 24, 2009, 02:38:14 AM
While we were at the last Hlub, a buncha weird stuff happened. Just to give you guys an idea, it was held at a University in Missouri during summertime. The girls' dorms were close the the convention center basically the place where everyone meets and stuff, and the guys' dorms were above the cafeteria where everyone ate. Now between the two places was a loooooong walk, i'd say about 3/4 of a mile but remember its Missouri in the summer, HOT and HUMID. sooo humid u can watch the sweat bead from your arm.

So the first couple of days it was fine. When they started the sports events, ppl were passing out in the heat... a buncha ppl started saying dumb stuff like it was demons or something, I didn't really care but it was a good laugh. We kidded around and said they named it "Hlub Extreme" and now this is what they got lol.

About the third day, we heard weird stories from the girls... the thing is, the night before all the girls from our group slept in one room (it was as wide as a normal room but pretty long). Why? Another girl who was in one of a the hallways had been pulled against a wall and choked there, whatever it was choking her didn't leave until one of the heads of that group had come.

That was when strange things started happening to the guys.

It was the fourth night, lots of thunder and lightning, like I've never seen here on the coast. You mid-westerners have some beautiful but terrifying storms. I was going up to my room after hanging out with my cousins from MN, and accidentally went up a floor too high (no elevators just stair corridors). I went to what I thought was my room but the key didn't work. I heard voices from the lounge room so I went to check. On a high-back chair was one of the older men with his hands over a young boy's head mumbling something, not wanting to disturb them I left promptly.

Later a pizza boy came to our floor, he asked us how to get to get the the 5th floor (we were one 3rd). We were like, "duh, go through 4th floor dumass." He said it was blocked... they were doing exorcisms up there.

When we were about to turn in, one of our group's leaders came by and we asked him what was going on. He told us that the girls' had been doing exorcisms the night before too, whatever it was at their dorms had followed them over to ours when they came to eat.

...haha ok thats it for now, i've got some more but i'll post those later if anyone wants to hear.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on March 27, 2009, 04:07:15 AM
While we were at the last Hlub, a buncha weird stuff happened. Just to give you guys an idea, it was held at a University in Missouri during summertime. The girls' dorms were close the the convention center basically the place where everyone meets and stuff, and the guys' dorms were above the cafeteria where everyone ate. Now between the two places was a loooooong walk, i'd say about 3/4 of a mile but remember its Missouri in the summer, HOT and HUMID. sooo humid u can watch the sweat bead from your arm.

So the first couple of days it was fine. When they started the sports events, ppl were passing out in the heat... a buncha ppl started saying dumb stuff like it was demons or something, I didn't really care but it was a good laugh. We kidded around and said they named it "Hlub Extreme" and now this is what they got lol.

About the third day, we heard weird stories from the girls... the thing is, the night before all the girls from our group slept in one room (it was as wide as a normal room but pretty long). Why? Another girl who was in one of a the hallways had been pulled against a wall and choked there, whatever it was choking her didn't leave until one of the heads of that group had come.

That was when strange things started happening to the guys.

It was the fourth night, lots of thunder and lightning, like I've never seen here on the coast. You mid-westerners have some beautiful but terrifying storms. I was going up to my room after hanging out with my cousins from MN, and accidentally went up a floor too high (no elevators just stair corridors). I went to what I thought was my room but the key didn't work. I heard voices from the lounge room so I went to check. On a high-back chair was one of the older men with his hands over a young boy's head mumbling something, not wanting to disturb them I left promptly.

Later a pizza boy came to our floor, he asked us how to get to get the the 5th floor (we were one 3rd). We were like, "duh, go through 4th floor dumass." He said it was blocked... they were doing exorcisms up there.

When we were about to turn in, one of our group's leaders came by and we asked him what was going on. He told us that the girls' had been doing exorcisms the night before too, whatever it was at their dorms had followed them over to ours when they came to eat.

...haha ok thats it for now, i've got some more but i'll post those later if anyone wants to hear.

Just wondering, but why would they be doing exorcisms at Hlub??  Wouldn't they just come and pray?  Never heard them do exorcism at Hlub....unless it might of been necessary.  I'll have to ask my brother inlaw and sister about stuff like that.  They usually have stories and stuff from Hlub and going to funerals etc...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on March 29, 2009, 04:59:38 PM
apparently the concentration of church-goer's energy attracts bad spirits or something. kids were supposedly getting possessed, guys and girls. the other thing was i've heard that the other site where they used to do hlub, a camp in Nebraska by a lake, was a really really creepy and haunted place. No lights on at night, people would here babies in the woods, see things following them, etc etc.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on March 30, 2009, 04:01:07 AM
apparently the concentration of church-goer's energy attracts bad spirits or something. kids were supposedly getting possessed, guys and girls. the other thing was i've heard that the other site where they used to do hlub, a camp in Nebraska by a lake, was a really really creepy and haunted place. No lights on at night, people would here babies in the woods, see things following them, etc etc.

I've been to Camp Maranatha in Nebraska once.  That place is freaking scary at night!!  I believe the cabins that were at the end were haunted....wel l the whole camp was, but they made the guys sleep in those cabins.  I believe, not sure though, but they said the camp was built on a top of a burial ground. 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on March 30, 2009, 07:16:20 AM
I was in the ER once and I don't know how hospitals are laid out but this was at the Hennepin County Hospital w/e they call it in Twin Cities, MN. And I heard babies crying out loud nearby. It was night time never thought anything of it but your post reminded me of the event. Because later I would hear voices instead, and the funny thing was it was Hmong voices. I bet that's how the hospital claims people insane, by playing soundtracks and hoping the patient reports it out of disturbance. The only thing that would make me think it wasn't a soundtrack is because the Hmong voices seemed like they were talking about me and always seemed to go quiet the moment they knew I was tuning in.

 I hate hospitals, being alone in the elevators in hospital or in one of the rooms, it's so creepy  :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on March 30, 2009, 01:25:53 PM
my aunty who lives in the same apartment complex that both my gramps used to live in before they pasted away say that some Vietoved into the room that my gramps used to live in. They will sometimes see my both my gramps come and wonder around and looking for their stuff like when they were still living. Inside there basement is where a hmong      use to hang herself long time ago and she will posesse people and made them hang thereself. ONce when my cousin's GF went there, she almost         and when we asked her she say that something made her do it and she couldnt control herself. I never bother to go to that place ever!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on March 30, 2009, 09:48:19 PM
ok here's a story.
where i live there is a cemetary. its all the way out in the boonies. its a very small cemetary maybe about 100 or less graves. well there happens to be like 2 or 3 houses on a tiny hill behind the cemetary but in order to get to those houses you have to drive past the cemetary which shares the same dirt road. and the cemetary is in front of those houses about 200 feet. in that cemetary there is about 20 or more hmong people bury there.  So this one time me and some og's went there to gave offering to some of our ancesters "great grandma"  you know worshiping ancester at the begginning of the newyear "pev  chias" or however you spell it.  one of them white dudes came out and was talking to us. telling us that sometimes late at night him and them neighbors would see people in the cemetary dress in black cloths. with red and green strings... on their waste.  and other times their door bell would ring and they would open it, but to find no one there.   the white dude also said that it didn't start happening until hmong ppls started to get bury there too. since he live there for more then a decade.
i was on a good one when he told that to me and my cuzs.. it freaked us out.. cuz we was at the cemetary when he told us that.. but i have not been back there for a couples of years so i don't know whats happening there anymore... >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on March 31, 2009, 01:35:26 AM
oh gosh those are creepy story. though i love reading ghost stories. lol..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 31, 2009, 09:00:43 AM
ok here's a story.
where i live there is a cemetary. its all the way out in the boonies. its a very small cemetary maybe about 100 or less graves. well there happens to be like 2 or 3 houses on a tiny hill behind the cemetary but in order to get to those houses you have to drive past the cemetary which shares the same dirt road. and the cemetary is in front of those houses about 200 feet. in that cemetary there is about 20 or more hmong people bury there.  So this one time me and some og's went there to gave offering to some of our ancesters "great grandma"  you know worshiping ancester at the begginning of the newyear "pev  chias" or however you spell it.  one of them white dudes came out and was talking to us. telling us that sometimes late at night him and them neighbors would see people in the cemetary dress in black cloths. with red and green strings... on their waste.  and other times their door bell would ring and they would open it, but to find no one there.   the white dude also said that it didn't start happening until hmong ppls started to get bury there too. since he live there for more then a decade.
i was on a good one when he told that to me and my cuzs.. it freaked us out.. cuz we was at the cemetary when he told us that.. but i have not been back there for a couples of years so i don't know whats happening there anymore... >:D

sounds like he was saying i don't want your cursed kind being buried here.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on March 31, 2009, 09:05:20 AM
Say what?? Me no understund u  ???

my aunty who lives in the same apartment complex that both my gramps used to live in before they pasted away say that some Vietoved into the room that my gramps used to live in. They will sometimes see my both my gramps come and wonder around and looking for their stuff like when they were still living. Inside there basement is where a hmong      use to hang herself long time ago and she will posesse people and made them hang thereself. ONce when my cousin's GF went there, she almost         and when we asked her she say that something made her do it and she couldnt control herself. I never bother to go to that place ever!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dalila on March 31, 2009, 07:07:52 PM
Hey Jack,
You are right my Lor family is very sensitive to that kind of stuff, it believed that way back the days my Lor family practice black magic so to this day it still follows us around wether we like it or not.
actually it's not black magic...our ancestors were ghost hunters and now that none of us this day and age aren't. They are coming back for us...something like that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moo_cow on April 02, 2009, 05:25:19 PM
I have a good one. Ok so a few weekends ago some of my uncles went fishing in Sac for sterrgin. I don't know if I spelt that right. Anyways they said that the lake there is haunted by a girl who was drowned there. Well anyways my uncles were fishing late at night of course and well they said on the shore line they swear they saw a girl standing there. See my uncle is a real chicken too so he couldn't sleep all night he even drove home all the way back into the central valley.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moo_cow on April 02, 2009, 05:28:45 PM
I was in the ER once and I don't know how hospitals are laid out but this was at the Hennepin County Hospital w/e they call it in Twin Cities, MN. And I heard babies crying out loud nearby. It was night time never thought anything of it but your post reminded me of the event. Because later I would hear voices instead, and the funny thing was it was Hmong voices. I bet that's how the hospital claims people insane, by playing soundtracks and hoping the patient reports it out of disturbance. The only thing that would make me think it wasn't a soundtrack is because the Hmong voices seemed like they were talking about me and always seemed to go quiet the moment they knew I was tuning in.

I hear MN is a pretty haunted place though I don't think I would want to live there hearing all the stories I do from there!!  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on April 06, 2009, 03:24:27 AM
I hear MN is a pretty haunted place though I don't think I would want to live there hearing all the stories I do from there!!  :'(

Same here!!  I don't think I will ever live in MN either. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 06, 2009, 01:03:21 PM
Happened last night, K so last night I had a dream "I think."  I was sleeping kind of facing up & felt a presence holding me.  Not on top of me but next to me holding me.  I can feel the warmth & like a hug from the side.  So I moved & put my arm on that side & felt nothing, I also woke up at this point.  So I went back to sleep.  I was sleeping the same way again, but my head was kind of turned towards the  wall.  I can physically feel someone holding me again.  This time I'm fully alert but still drowsy.  I felt her leg between my legs like shes holding me from the side.  I felt her NAILS push on my face scratching my face while trying to turn me to my side so she can hold me from behind.  As soon as she did that I clamped my legs down on hers & grabbed her arm with my left arm.  I immediately felt her fading away I punched towards the wall, but missed.  I fell back on my bed & I can SEE her putting her clothes on & then run & jump on my PC table, jump over me to the side by the window & ran off my bed & disappeared.  The entity was shadowy & I can see the light from the street light outside reflecting off her.  She wasn't trying to hurt me but get comfy.  I just wanted to catch her.  lol...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on April 06, 2009, 01:25:34 PM
This happened yesterday. I was watching old movies or movies i haven't seen in a while on my laptop the next one on my list was Constantine. at the same time i thought, o well i'll walk on my treadmill and watch at the same time maybe it'll go by faster, a quarter into the movie my brother called for me to go cook the rice. I got off the treadmill and went to pause the movie. it wouldn't pause, so i kept hitting pause but it kept playing...then i got really freaked out and hit the stop button but the movie kept playing...so i x'd out of the player and the hard drive folder but you could still hear it in the background...n ow i was really spooked but i kept telling myself that I'll be ok and so i restarted the laptop...as it was in the process you could still hear it until the screen went blank. then this morning at work i went to the bathroom and noticed that someone didn't flush the other toilet, there was only 2 stalls, as i did my business i heard this drip drip drip sound from the other stall...and omg!! i had the creepiest feeling up my spine i rush out of there i need to use the bathroom again but i'm not going ima hold it til i get home  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 06, 2009, 06:07:23 PM
This happened??? right now!!!, I was reading pebhmong's ghost stories and I thought "THOUGHT" I heard the wind blowing kinda' hard so I peak outside to see what it is and yeah, it was just the wind. But that's is scary.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 07, 2009, 08:04:00 PM
Come on now guys, I know there's more scarier hmong ghost stories than this. Tell us some real hmong super natural paranormal strange things kind of stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on April 08, 2009, 03:07:38 AM
this happen a long time ago, when hmong people started to be gangsta, gangsta. in the 90's.
there was this one runaway girl.. she always run away cuz she thinks she is bad..  well it happan that she got into a car accident and die.  and her family found out.. they did her funeral and shit.. and one night her mom woke up in the middle of the night to find her at the end of her mother's bed.. she told her mom she was hungry, and her mom told her there was food downstairs... well. laters almost everynight when everyone is asleep, their family would hear dishes banging at night, and the sound of someone cooking...      they got scare and moved...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 08, 2009, 07:58:07 AM
so there was a group of kids that lived in a small town. kids started disappearing and rumor surfaced that a clowned living in the sewers were luring kids and then eating/killing them. however, the adults of course didn't believe this rumor. they just thought some sicko was around or that these deaths were merely accidents. the kids in the neighborhood called this clown E. so a group of these kids decided to hunt down this clown E. they followed him in the sewers and came to his lair. it turned out that the clown was this giant like spider insect. they threw rocks and killed him. apparently these rocks were blessed with the souls and spirits all the kids E killed.

stay tuned for part 2. (when the kids grow up).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on April 08, 2009, 10:32:10 AM
"IT" was scary at first but then the GAINT centipede just gave it away. STUPID at the end because the clown was just an insect...hahah a it just kills the mood.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: eyefish on April 08, 2009, 10:49:13 AM
so there was a group of kids that lived in a small town. kids started disappearing and rumor surfaced that a clowned living in the sewers were luring kids and then eating/killing them. however, the adults of course didn't believe this rumor. they just thought some sicko was around or that these deaths were merely accidents. the kids in the neighborhood called this clown E. so a group of these kids decided to hunt down this clown E. they followed him in the sewers and came to his lair. it turned out that the clown was this giant like spider insect. they threw rocks and killed him. apparently these rocks were blessed with the souls and spirits all the kids E killed.

stay tuned for part 2. (when the kids grow up).

that's from a movie. hahah. i dont recall the name of it but the guy that plays in it is that "john boy" from the waltons or whaever that show was.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: starbucks on April 08, 2009, 03:21:30 PM
"IT" was scary at first but then the GAINT centipede just gave it away. STUPID at the end because the clown was just an insect...hahah a it just kills the mood.

Agree. Only the beginning was scary.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 08, 2009, 09:21:15 PM
ha ha that was a good one. i heard of a story that the mom of a hmong family found a doll in her young son's room with a hole ripe open in between it's legs. and there were a lot of white dried and sticky stuff in it and on all around it. she knew what was going on but didn't want to confront and embarrass her kid so she just quietly throw that doll away. a month later the boy told his mom that for weeks something kept raping him at night when he go to sleep but was scare to tell anyone but finally it hurt so much that he had to let someone know about it. the mom called up a shaman, the shaman knew right away what was going on and told the mom the story through the phone. the boy was getting to the age *cough*, and he was just doing what little boys only know what to do but that doll somehow has a spirit in it and it doesn't like what was happening to him so after the mom throw him out into the trash outside, he found his way back in the house again took revenge. the shaman told them where to find the doll in the house and sure enough there he was sitting inside the bathroom sink. the shaman told them to carve a erect little boy's penis out of wood and put it on a necklace for the boy to wear until he grows up to scare away that doll. he had to hang it on the outside of his shirt, he can't put it inside because than the doll won't see it and thus won't be scare. so he go to school, walk in public with that thing hanging around his neck. the doll was burn but the shaman said that the spirit living in it can go into another doll's body no problem. so since than, no more doll were allow to be in their home. yes, the doll was a boy too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on April 09, 2009, 05:59:41 PM
after the mom throw him out into the trash outside, he found his way back in the house again took revenge.

How did the doll get back into the house?

I wonder how someone would react to seeing the doll walking?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on April 10, 2009, 06:14:36 PM
Since nobody have any scary story to tell I'll tell one. 


6 months ago my husband's aunt and uncle forclosed on their house. They went to rent this house in Warren . At first it was ok everything was fine nothing strange was happening. After about a month went by every time they cook there would hair in the food and the uncle would yell at the aunt they'd fight over it. So then the Aunt said why don't you cook if you don't believe me. So even when the uncle cooked it was the same hair every where. And when they sleep they hear noises in the kitchen like someone is cooking or looking for food. One night my husband's 14 year old cousin was reading late at night. She had her bedroom door open and from the corner of her eyes she saw someone crawling on the ground with their head facing the ground. She screamed a blood hurdling screamed it woke up the parents, She told them what she saw she was shaking and her face turned pale. They drove to our house that night. She was still kind of pale when they go to my house. They moved out of the house the next day. We all went to help them move, that's when they lady next door told us that a young asian girl had hung herself in the house. That totally explained everything about the hair (balls of black hair)  the in food and what the cousin saw. The funny thing is that house didn't even have that strange feeling like alot of hunted houses does.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on April 11, 2009, 12:39:23 AM
good story...  i felt the scream.  wheww!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on April 11, 2009, 03:43:30 PM
are you folks creating these as you go? j/k ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on April 12, 2009, 03:26:12 PM
Were they supposed to be real?
 ;D
Not sure because there's always the sixth sense.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 12, 2009, 09:37:59 PM
a lot of hmong peps claim to have seen big-foot in NC
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on April 13, 2009, 07:40:42 AM
the other day i was home alone cuz everyone left to go easter egg hunting at our cuz house. i didn't want to go and decided to stay, well my mom didn't go either. I was doing homework and heard something like someone rummaging through some stuff, didn't think much about it just thought it was my mom. I went out to the kitchen to grab a cup of water, looked outside and saw that both my moms car was there and so is my bro's car. when i went back to my bedroom i noticed that my mom had her lights on in her room, earlier that day i had borrowed a cd frm her and was gonna give it back, i knocked on the door and no answer, i called out to her and still no answer, o well maybe she's asleep, I went back to doing my homework, 10 or 15 minutes went by again i heard rummaging like someone was in the next room, i opened my door and looked out the hallway and her lights were still on, i got hungry and decided to go cook something to eat, as i started cooking i heard a loud bang like something had fallen off, i went into the bathroom and looked around but everything was in place, i peeked in my room but nothing looked out of place, so i knocked on my mom's door "mom are you ok, are you awake" i looked down and her lights were still on, so i knocked again "mom" eeerie silence, i started to get chills up my spine and went back to stir my meat, i hear stuff being moved around and banging, so i decided to call her on her cell, it rung for ever and my heart was beating like crazy, when she finally picked up, and i asked her what she was doing in her room and she said "i'm not home ntxhais, if you go somewhere remember to lock all the doors." WTF "how long ago did you leave?" and she says "about an hour or two ago, I'm with your aunt we at the soccer tournament" "but your lights are on in your room?" she says "are you sure, i turned them off when i left, just remember to lock the doors, it probably your brother." whew o ok. so i txted my bro and asked him to come up but he txt me back and said he had left with my older brother... :o :o :o so forget cooking i went and locked myself in my room
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 13, 2009, 01:34:35 PM
the other day i was home alone cuz everyone left to go easter egg hunting at our cuz house. i didn't want to go and decided to stay, well my mom didn't go either. I was doing homework and heard something like someone rummaging through some stuff, didn't think much about it just thought it was my mom. I went out to the kitchen to grab a cup of water, looked outside and saw that both my moms car was there and so is my bro's car. when i went back to my bedroom i noticed that my mom had her lights on in her room, earlier that day i had borrowed a cd frm her and was gonna give it back, i knocked on the door and no answer, i called out to her and still no answer, o well maybe she's asleep, I went back to doing my homework, 10 or 15 minutes went by again i heard rummaging like someone was in the next room, i opened my door and looked out the hallway and her lights were still on, i got hungry and decided to go cook something to eat, as i started cooking i heard a loud bang like something had fallen off, i went into the bathroom and looked around but everything was in place, i peeked in my room but nothing looked out of place, so i knocked on my mom's door "mom are you ok, are you awake" i looked down and her lights were still on, so i knocked again "mom" eeerie silence, i started to get chills up my spine and went back to stir my meat, i hear stuff being moved around and banging, so i decided to call her on her cell, it rung for ever and my heart was beating like crazy, when she finally picked up, and i asked her what she was doing in her room and she said "i'm not home ntxhais, if you go somewhere remember to lock all the doors." WTF "how long ago did you leave?" and she says "about an hour or two ago, I'm with your aunt we at the soccer tournament" "but your lights are on in your room?" she says "are you sure, i turned them off when i left, just remember to lock the doors, it probably your brother." whew o ok. so i txted my bro and asked him to come up but he txt me back and said he had left with my older brother... :o :o :o so forget cooking i went and locked myself in my room

and then u burned ur house down cuz u didn't turn off the stove. the end.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on April 13, 2009, 02:56:19 PM
Haven't been here for the longest time... anywase...

A couple years ago, maybe in the early 2000s, there was a family who ate mushrooms in Laos and the entire family died except for the mother and daughter. 

Anybody heard about this?

It was my aunt's family - I'll be up to post the story later when I have time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on April 13, 2009, 03:19:19 PM
and then u burned ur house down cuz u didn't turn off the stove. the end.

 ;D ;D...i didn't forget i promise and maybe it was just the wind that i heard lol...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 15, 2009, 03:24:54 PM
this is not even a ghost story dude

hahaha true story.  hahaha...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 15, 2009, 03:25:21 PM
and then u burned ur house down cuz u didn't turn off the stove. the end.

hahaha true story too  hahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 15, 2009, 03:26:04 PM
Haven't been here for the longest time... anywase...

A couple years ago, maybe in the early 2000s, there was a family who ate mushrooms in Laos and the entire family died except for the mother and daughter. 

Anybody heard about this?

It was my aunt's family - I'll be up to post the story later when I have time.

Dude thats not even a ghost story.  LOL  true story.. hahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 15, 2009, 06:32:46 PM
Do you guys think the Jersey Devil is real?. If you don't know what it is, go looked it up. It's pretty interesting.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on April 16, 2009, 12:30:31 PM
Dude thats not even a ghost story.  LOL  true story.. hahaha

You haven't heard the story yet.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on April 16, 2009, 01:09:01 PM
Do you guys think the Jersey Devil is real?. If you don't know what it is, go looked it up. It's pretty interesting.

never heard of that
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pac on April 16, 2009, 02:16:15 PM
20 years ago. My uncle (my dad's first cousin) and his wife gave a birth to a son. He had cleft. My uncle loved him so him and his wife hated him because had cleft. So his wife abused him for the next few years. My uncle would always get in agruement with her about why she abuse their son. So when their son passed away of being abuse. We had funeral for him and my other uncle (my dad's brother) and his wife felt so sad because decease boy's mom don't love him anymore. So my uncle (dad's brother) had a dream about him. He was looking for real parents that love him so much. He found the real parents and my uncle cried a lot cuz his dad love him and his mom don't so my uncle and aunt accept him a son. So like a years later my aunt gave a birth a son and he had cleft. My uncle and aunt loves him so much and never abuse him. My other uncle (dad's cousin) and his wife had like 6 or 7 girls after the boy's death. They finally had one and never abused the boy again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on April 16, 2009, 02:20:02 PM
20 years ago. My uncle (my dad's first cousin) and his wife gave a birth to a son. He had cleft. My uncle loved him so him and his wife hated him because had cleft. So his wife abused him for the next few years. My uncle would always get in agruement with her about why she abuse their son. So when their son passed away of being abuse. We had funeral for him and my other uncle (my dad's brother) and his wife felt so sad because decease boy's mom don't love him anymore. So my uncle (dad's brother) had a dream about him. He was looking for real parents that love him so much. He found the real parents and my uncle cried a lot cuz his dad love him and his mom don't so my uncle and aunt accept him a son. So like a years later my aunt gave a birth a son and he had cleft. My uncle and aunt loves him so much and never abuse him. My other uncle (dad's cousin) and his wife had like 6 or 7 girls after the boy's death. They finally had one and never abused the boy again.
the poor kid had cleft? nowadays, its not hard to get re-constructive surgery to fix that. even charity hospitals will help. omg...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on April 16, 2009, 09:38:05 PM
20 years ago. My uncle (my dad's first cousin) and his wife gave a birth to a son. He had cleft. My uncle loved him so him and his wife hated him because had cleft. So his wife abused him for the next few years. My uncle would always get in agruement with her about why she abuse their son. So when their son passed away of being abuse. We had funeral for him and my other uncle (my dad's brother) and his wife felt so sad because decease boy's mom don't love him anymore. So my uncle (dad's brother) had a dream about him. He was looking for real parents that love him so much. He found the real parents and my uncle cried a lot cuz his dad love him and his mom don't so my uncle and aunt accept him a son. So like a years later my aunt gave a birth a son and he had cleft. My uncle and aunt loves him so much and never abuse him. My other uncle (dad's cousin) and his wife had like 6 or 7 girls after the boy's death. They finally had one and never abused the boy again.

sorry but I got confused cause there were so many uncles and aunt here and there...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pac on April 17, 2009, 01:28:08 AM
sorry but I got confused cause there were so many uncles and aunt here and there...

my uncle (my dad's first cousin) and his wife had son that had cleft. His wife don't like their son cuz he had cleft. So she abused him for like 2 years and he died from being abused.

my uncle (my dad's brother) had a dream about dead little boy with the cleft and he was looking for parents that love him so much. He came to my uncle (dad's brother) and want to be son to them. My uncle accept him as a son and he woke up and started to cry. Few months later, my aunt had the baby and he was born with cleft.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pac on April 17, 2009, 01:33:47 AM
the poor kid had cleft? nowadays, its not hard to get re-constructive surgery to fix that. even charity hospitals will help. omg...
yeah. he had cleft. i never knew about this. my cousin told me the story and i was like WTF. Right now my first cousin with the cleft is a student at st cloud state. He's like my little brother to me whether he needs help. I always there for him like fantasy football, my workplace duty, and etc...all my families love him even he have cleft.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on April 18, 2009, 01:01:00 AM
my uncle (my dad's first cousin) and his wife had son that had cleft. His wife don't like their son cuz he had cleft. So she abused him for like 2 years and he died from being abused.

my uncle (my dad's brother) had a dream about dead little boy with the cleft and he was looking for parents that love him so much. He came to my uncle (dad's brother) and want to be son to them. My uncle accept him as a son and he woke up and started to cry. Few months later, my aunt had the baby and he was born with cleft.

its got to be DNA... must run in the family....!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 20, 2009, 01:59:41 PM
20 years ago. My uncle (my dad's first cousin) and his wife gave a birth to a son. He had cleft. My uncle loved him so him and his wife hated him because had cleft. So his wife abused him for the next few years. My uncle would always get in agruement with her about why she abuse their son. So when their son passed away of being abuse. We had funeral for him and my other uncle (my dad's brother) and his wife felt so sad because decease boy's mom don't love him anymore. So my uncle (dad's brother) had a dream about him. He was looking for real parents that love him so much. He found the real parents and my uncle cried a lot cuz his dad love him and his mom don't so my uncle and aunt accept him a son. So like a years later my aunt gave a birth a son and he had cleft. My uncle and aunt loves him so much and never abuse him. My other uncle (dad's cousin) and his wife had like 6 or 7 girls after the boy's death. They finally had one and never abused the boy again.

Is this a ghost story?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on April 21, 2009, 03:11:18 AM
One time I had the most scaries shitt happened to me sleeping over at some distant relative's house while we were out of town.  When we first got to their house, I started getting an errie feeling because of the way they decorated their house.  They hanged all these long strans of plastic flower in just about every corners of their house especially in the living room, so it kept reminding me of funeral home atmospheres.  They literally hanged all these plastic flowers all over there house...it's an mtt thing I guess.

Anyway, as night time falls they started talking about spooky real life incidents and ghost stories.  They told of this one recent incident that happened in the house to the mother and their 5 or 6 years old daughter who was already pretty mature for her age.  They said one day while the husband was at work, the mother and the daughter was at home during the day as usual and the daughter saw something of somebody walked in the house through the door and made his way into another room. The daughter went and told her mother, they checked and look around but found nobody.  I can't quite recalled the story, but it might had even been her huband's father that the daughter saw came into the house that afternoon.  Anyway, It freightened them so much they decided to leave the house and waited else where till the father got off work.  The real reason the mother was so freighten by the incident was because her husband's father had just committed suicide back in Thialand and according to their knowlegde his ghost had been visiting them lately, particulary in her husband's dreams.  They said her husband's father's suicide was out of anger and rage over something and he died a very unhappy and restless death that's why his ghost or presence has been haunting them lately.

After hearing this story, I was like WTF I really don't need to hear something like this at this time, cause this house already gave me the creeps!  AS if that's not scary enough, they decided to take out this video tape somebody had filmed in Thialand of the husband's father's funeral for everyone to watched.  That did it for me, I walked away into this bedroom we were suppose to sleep in for the night and did not made any attempts to watch this video cause I didn't want to feel any more creepy than I already had.  Honestly, strangely I felt like something was building up with me or inside of me just waiting for the right momemt to finally happened in that house during that night.  It didn't right, I felt very uneasy about having to spent the night there and the feelings just wouldn't go away even though I tried to get rid of it.

After they watched the video, my mom and my older brother finally stepped into the room where we all fell asleep.  As we were all sleeping, I suddenly I woke up to this dark shadowy figure putting his arm around me.  At first I thought it was my just brother cause he was sharing bed with me, but something made me changed my mind that it wasn't him and it was that ghost they've been talking about in that house earleir on.  By this my mind had made up that all the creepy feelings I had been gathering earlier on had something to do with this.  I screamed so fukkin loud, like something you would see or hear in a horror movie.  My brother and my mom was so shaken up by it, they both woke up and my brother was trying to calmed me down.  It's really weird what happened to me that night, cause I've never been so scared in my life before.  I was literally shaken up inside and out, but I also felt very embarrassed by what I did so I tried to acted like It wasn't that big of a deal and just remained shut up about it.  It must have been around 2 or 3 am in the morning only but I was so scared I coudn't fall back to sleep after that.  I lay awaked in bed, literally shaking throught out the rest of the night and couldn't wait till the morning come.  To my surprise, everyone including all the other visitors there in the whole house heard my scream and it was a pretty big two story house too.  They were all saying, what the hell happened last night?  Who was screaming so loud?  He must have had a really bad nightmare of something?  My mom told them it was me, I just had bad dream.

I think it was just my brother putting his arm around me, cause he thought I was his wife who wasn't there.  He probably thought he was sleeping at home with his wife as usual and wanted to rapped his armed around her.  However, I wasn't about to take my time to find out who it was had put his arm around me after all the creepy and errie feelings I've been having earlier on. ;D ;D ;D

Muther fukker ghost dont' mess with me I'll screamed like a girl haha. ;D

I hope yall enjoyed my story, not the most ghostly ever but at least it's real.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 21, 2009, 10:11:42 PM
Never sleep with married men, they'll mess you up funny.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chocoholic on April 22, 2009, 04:09:21 PM
OMG, after two days  of this thread, i went to school last night and was totally FREAKED out!!!!!!! Then i was telling my brother and sisters some stories, and got FREAKED out again......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on April 23, 2009, 07:24:27 AM
the cleaning lady at my workplace would always stop and chit chat with me after she does her rounds. One day she told me that our office building was one of the creepiest ones she's worked at...well this building is 100 years old...one night after all the workers left she was cleaning out the break room and she kept hearing the elvator dinging but no one comes out of it...it would open and close go up and down open and close. so she said she got the hell out of there.

Another time she said after she finish vacuuming an area she turns out the lights and continues on to other areas, well one night after she finished with the customer service department she turned out the lights and continued on to the order entry department, after she was done with order entry and came back out to do the hallways the customer service lights were switched back on. she then called out to see if anyone was there but no answer...so getting freaked out she skipped the hallway and went home.

even i don't use the bathrooms here its freakier...nic e bathrooms but creepy atmosphere.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 23, 2009, 09:06:05 AM
its got to be DNA... must run in the family....!

word.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 23, 2009, 09:06:17 AM
Is this a ghost story?

LOL!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: eyefish on April 23, 2009, 10:05:07 AM
the cleaning lady at my workplace would always stop and chit chat with me after she does her rounds. One day she told me that our office building was one of the creepiest ones she's worked at...well this building is 100 years old...one night after all the workers left she was cleaning out the break room and she kept hearing the elvator dinging but no one comes out of it...it would open and close go up and down open and close. so she said she got the hell out of there.

Another time she said after she finish vacuuming an area she turns out the lights and continues on to other areas, well one night after she finished with the customer service department she turned out the lights and continued on to the order entry department, after she was done with order entry and came back out to do the hallways the customer service lights were switched back on. she then called out to see if anyone was there but no answer...so getting freaked out she skipped the hallway and went home.

even i don't use the bathrooms here its freakier...nic e bathrooms but creepy atmosphere.

motion lights? maybe the 100 year old building is going "green" LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on April 23, 2009, 11:10:10 AM
motion lights? maybe the 100 year old building is going "green" LOL

funny not rich enough for that kind of technology lol old building usually have history
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pac on April 23, 2009, 12:32:04 PM
LOL!
it doesn't matter to me. ghost or not ghost. some peeps post up here are not even ghost stories like little girl say this is my grave, my another grave
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pac on April 23, 2009, 12:40:06 PM
whoever drive on dirt road from harriet island to lillydale along on mississippi river. it was pretty scary at night time. you drive thru and someone follow you and you look at the mirror and it's disappear :o ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 23, 2009, 03:13:58 PM
^ I go by there all the time & lillydale too.  We use to go at night & just walk down lillydale.  Around midnight to 2 3am in the morning.  Good fishing.  hahaha...  I've never experienced anything there, but I'm not looking forward to. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on April 23, 2009, 04:13:28 PM
I live in Wisconsin and around here there's a lot of Indian burial sites.  There's a small park maybe 20 minutes away from my hometown where they preserved two Indian burial sites.  One is right in the park and one is by the road leading out of the park.  It used to be a ski park but now it's just forest and trials that lead to nowhere.  It's also got a campground but as far as I know - not a lot of people camp there now.

We used to hang out there a lot but now - it's just a creepy place to go.  Even in the day time it's got this dark and gloomy atmosphere.

A few summers back my brother and cousins came up with this brilliant plan to go camping there.  They've heard a lot of stories about the place and wanted to see if it's true.  So, they gathered a bunch of their friends - convinced one of my uncle to go with them - and spent the weekend there.

All of them didn't believe in the stories involving that place - so they pitched a tent across the road from the burial site - it was separated by a few trees but the site was still visible.  There were a couple of other campers there but they were far away on the other side of the park.

They went there on a Friday evening.  Later my brother and one of my cousin - they were the two youngest there - told us that they couldn't sleep because they kept on hearing chanting from the distance.

They told the others but being that they were young everyone thought they were just scared and it was all their imagination.


The next night, Saturday night, it was close to midnight when my uncle woke up to go pee.  He went out alone and heard people talking  in the distance - it was like they were chanting.  He kept on walking pass the trees and saw a bunch of people gathered around the burial site - looking as though they were doing some sort of ritual. 

He told us that he was standing there for quite a while just looking on when it hit him that those weren't humans.  They were camped right next to the road so anybody coming and going would've passed them.  It was impossible to get there by foot.  If those people were humans - they couldn't have gotten pass them without anybody noticing.

My uncle made his way back to the tent - and spent the rest of the night twisting and turning.

Early the next morning everyone packed up and leave.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 23, 2009, 07:45:03 PM
Why is that Indian burial ground is always the so scary place to be at?. What happened to the cowboys' burial ground?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 24, 2009, 02:12:18 PM
^ it excites me too I have boner.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 25, 2009, 02:10:33 AM
   I might of told this story once before but I'll tell it again. Many years ago back in Laos and Thailand, there's this one dude who's not scare of anything so he travel by himself all the time to go see girls in different villages. One day he came upon a village and the girls there was sharing ghost stories with each others, he cock up and try to show off to them. He yelled out "those things that you guys are so afraid of is not real, if I see one right now I'll show it my boner and make love to it 'til it die".
   That afternoon he was walking back home to his own village all big and proud when it started getting dark. Just than up ahead he could see a little girl jumping up and down on a log along the side of the dirt road. He wonder why she's there in the middle of nowhere by herself so he hurry over and asked her. She stop bouncing, turn around and looked at him with blinking slanted eyes. He froze in his track just staring at what ever it is that he can't figure it out.
   The little human looking creature started talking "I heard you said awhile ago that you want to make love to me, I'll make a bet with you. If you can out stand me in making love than I'll let you go but if I out last you than I'm taking you home for my husband to eat". The dude didn't know what else to do or said to that thing so he did what he had to, luckily back than some guys carry some kind of plant that can make them hump all night. He quickly stuff some of that good green leaves in his mouth and started humping away.
   He did it, he beat the thing 'til it gave up and than came home and told everyone about his amazing experience. But nobody believed in his cockiness attitude story 'til a shaman heard about it and did some jingle belling to find out that it is true and that the little creature went back to the forest but was killed by it's husband the tiger because after the affair with the dude the little creature carry some love scent around her you know and the tiger didn't like it much. So after some days they did some more jingle bells, change his name and put some home made weed necklace on him to hide his scent from the tiger that's after that smell. And he still go pimp by himself afterward.
   This story was told to teach people lesson of what's right to said and what's not. Nothing and no-one is safe in this crazy world so just be care full of you action and take care of your speech. Maybe even beware of what you type.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 25, 2009, 10:01:56 PM
I woke up in the morning and ask myself, "is life worth living, should I blast myself?". I'm tire of being poor and even worst I'm black, my stomach hurts so I'm looking for a purse to snatch.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 25, 2009, 10:05:47 PM
Cop give a damn about a negro, pull the trigger kill a nigger he's a hero. Give crack to the kids who the hell care?, one less hungry mouth under welfare. First ship 'em dope and let it deal the brothers, give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each others.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 25, 2009, 10:08:55 PM
It's time to fight back that's what Hewe said, two shots in the dark now Hewe's dead. I got love for my brothers but we can't go nowhere at-less we share with each others.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 25, 2009, 10:11:10 PM
It's time for us to start making some changes, learn to see me as a brother instead of a two distance stranger and that's the way it was suppose to be. How can the devil take a brother if he was close to me, I like to go back to when we played as kids but things change and that's the way it is.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on April 25, 2009, 10:22:26 PM
havocrazy, the last 3 posts sounds like it's in the wrong forum... raug dab lawm pob?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 26, 2009, 10:27:35 AM
Now we talkin about ghosts humping & sh|t?  hahaha...  & yall niggas gotta stop with the 2pac u f*&kin it up homie.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on April 26, 2009, 02:15:11 PM
hahahaha.. funny
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 26, 2009, 07:40:02 PM
I thought I put on a little 2Pac to ease everyone's mind from being too scare. Yeah!, ghost humping. The morale to that story is "not to said things you know you'll regret later". I also heard a story before about a boy who didn't believed in such paranormal stuff so one day he went to a cemetery with some of his friends around midnight. He started yelling out "I don't believe in ghost, there's no such thing. If they're real, than appear now to let me know because I want to know". Just as he was still chanting away, the cemetery site started fogging up and than all of a sudden someone or some people stared throwing some rocks at them from all different angle. They all got really scare and try to take off but it's so foggy they can't find there way to the car. And than just like that the fog faded away and the rocks stop flying, they got into their vehicle and drove off. Just as they were pulling out from the cemetery, the driver (which is the guy) looked in the mirror he saw all the dead bodies standing walking around all the graves. He got really sick 'til they did some jingling and found out that his spirit was trap there in the cemetery for punishment and nothing big, he's not going to die, when his punishment is up he'll be release and than get better. But to not do that again because nobody likes it. The shaman had to sacrifice some chickens and burn some papers for apologizing and to bill him out sooner. Lucky fool.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 26, 2009, 07:40:56 PM
I want you guys to shared some stories too or 2Pac will just starting to take over.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SYNner on April 27, 2009, 04:52:32 PM
I want to hear stories of you beautiful PH girls getting hosed by ghosts!!!!!!!! come on!!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lovergirl on April 27, 2009, 06:57:57 PM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 28, 2009, 09:05:47 AM
so back in the days when hmongs were laotian slaves, there was this slave who was punished for having sex with the plantation owner's daughter. they caught him and dragged him to an open field and poured honey all over him and then unleashed bees on him. while he was being stung to death, he vowed to get vengence. anyone who said his name three times in the dark infront of a mirror would see him and get killed. all you'd have to say was kahnee man. oh and not only did they pour honey on him, they also chopped off one of his arms and replaced it with a hook. apparently, they felt that with no hand he couldn't feel up anymore lao women. so he died a terrible death. centuries past and he became just some sort of an urban hmong myth. but some kids tried it and called him and they all died mysterious violent deaths. one day a lao woman reporter was investigating these mysterious death and called him herself. he came to her but she looked like his old lover. so he took her away and the kahnee man was never seen again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 28, 2009, 11:19:53 AM
Wow!, I think I heard of that one before. Yeah right, I've seen the movie. Real experience, real encounter, real stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on April 28, 2009, 11:49:57 AM
so back in the days when hmongs were laotian slaves, there was this slave who was punished for having sex with the plantation owner's daughter. they caught him an dragged him to an open field and poured honey all over him and then unleashed bees on him. while he was being stung to death, he vowed to get vengence. anyone who said his name three times in the dark infront of a mirror would see him and get killed. all you'd have to say was kahnee man. oh and not only did they pour honey on him, they also chopped off one of his arms and replaced it with a hook. apparently, they felt that with no hand he couldn't feel up anymore lao women. so he died a terrible death. centuries past and he became just some sort of an urban hmong myth. but some kids tried it and called him and they all died mysterious violent deaths. one day a lao woman reporter was investigating these mysterious death and called him herself. he came to her but she looked like his old lover. so he took her away and the kahnee man was never seen again.

that was number 666
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss-atia on April 29, 2009, 10:51:36 AM
My father told us about a spooky incident that happened to hi when he served in the military back in Laos. They were being mortared by the NVAs (North Vietnamese Army) and so they ran back to a better defensible area. It was already dark when they are started to dig their foxholes and took turn guarding in case the NVAs followed them. After his guard hours were up, we immediately went to sleep. During his sleep, he kept having this reoccurring nightmare. In the nightmare, he was stuck in between two houses, there was an old man in the left house and an old lady in the right house. They kept yelling and cursing for him to leave because they didn't want any visitors. They didn't physically harmed him but they looked threatening. When he woke up in the early morning and there was enough sunlight to see all around....to his horror, he found out that he actually dug his foxhole right in between two graves! (In Laos & Thailand, Hmong tend to cover the dead with a mounds of dirt covered by stones or logs. After a while, vegetations grow on it and in the dark it's hard to see if it's man made or not).


freaky. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 29, 2009, 11:09:36 AM
BS flag!  Thats like Candyman or Bloody Mary.  Maybe they all homies behind that mirror.  hahaha... 

so back in the days when hmongs were laotian slaves, there was this slave who was punished for having sex with the plantation owner's daughter. they caught him and dragged him to an open field and poured honey all over him and then unleashed bees on him. while he was being stung to death, he vowed to get vengence. anyone who said his name three times in the dark infront of a mirror would see him and get killed. all you'd have to say was kahnee man. oh and not only did they pour honey on him, they also chopped off one of his arms and replaced it with a hook. apparently, they felt that with no hand he couldn't feel up anymore lao women. so he died a terrible death. centuries past and he became just some sort of an urban hmong myth. but some kids tried it and called him and they all died mysterious violent deaths. one day a lao woman reporter was investigating these mysterious death and called him herself. he came to her but she looked like his old lover. so he took her away and the kahnee man was never seen again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on May 01, 2009, 02:50:34 PM
so there was this hmong guy named chue xiong. he was a photographer for a famous hmong magazine. he had spent some time in vientiane during his youth working on assignments there. anyways, after years, he was invited back by a friend who owned a famous magazine company in laos. chue was invited to to be like head of all visual graphics for the magazine. it was a great opportunity so chue and his wife moved to laos so he could work there. they moved into a studio apt. things were going well for a few months until his wife started noticing strange things around the apartment. chue had a dark room in the apt where he did his photos, one night when chue was working late, his wife heard some strange noises coming from the dark room, like a little girl weeping. she went in there but saw nothing. months passed and the events got stranger and stranger. chue even experienced some wierd stuff himself but he didn't tell his wife. chue was developing photos one night and he swore he saw this girl with long hair covering her face and crouching down appearing in all the modeling shoots he shot earlier that day. he even found strands of long hair in the chemicals he used to develop photos.

soon all of chue's friends were dieing mysterious deaths that looked liked major freak accidents. pretty soon it was just chue that was left. his wife asked him if he knew why they were experiencing all these wierd things and what was happening to all his friends. chue said he didn't know but his wife didn't believe him. she decided to do some research and she found out that when chue was in laos years ago working on assignments, he was dating this laos girl who worked in the firm he was at and helped translate for him. she was very much in love with him and they dated the whole time he was there. she also found out that chue let his friends rape this lao girl and he did nothing to save her. he even photographed her being raped. so after finding this, chue's wife confronted him. he didn't say anything. she left him and flew back to the united states. chue was alone in his apt, his ex gf, the girl he allowed to rape appeared and attacked him. chue passed out and woke up but was hunched. he talked about crazy things like a girl riding on his shoulders. but no one believed him and thought he was crazy so they sent him to an insane asylum in laos. some say that if you look in the reflection of a mirror, u can see his ex gf riding his shoulders. this was a true story that happened to a hmong man named chue.

if you don't believe me just ask the PH member "sin."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on May 01, 2009, 03:26:07 PM
genuinely- that story sounds like that one thai movie "the shutter"...

 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 03, 2009, 05:09:27 PM
this place is going to lala land
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cyber_loner on May 04, 2009, 05:31:31 AM
Some scary stories from me...

Every year my mum and some hmong ladies would organise to go pick bamboo shoots in thick bamboo shrubs to eat and etc.  This one time when they went, they experienced something really weird and scary.  My mum recalls being with this other hmong lady, at first they were just doing their own thing, breaking and packing the shoots as they made their way through the thick shrubs...she didn't think too much of anything, while she was doing her thing...she heard footsteps ahead of her, walking through the shrubs and breaking bamboos as it went.  She stop doing what she was doing, looked at the other lady, she was just breaking and packing the bamboos behind her...didn't think much of it...she continued to pack the bamboos as she broke them...she continued to hear these footsteps ahead of her...than...s he sorta got scared by now...she looked back to the other lady...the lady was still doing the same thing...just about when she was gonna go back and pick up the bamboo shoots...there was this really really strong decaying breeze, like something had just died right in front of her.  She knew something was not right e.g. there was something in front of her that she did not see...she turned back and said to the other lady...."lets stop for now, lets go back"...She said the other lady sorta of knew what she meant when she said that coz the whole time she felt something walking in front of them too and she smell the decaying smell.  They did not say anything untill they got back and out of the shrubs.  My mum reckons it was a dead hmong lady who just recently passed away who might have been infront of them, coz when she was still alive she went to those areas quite often to pick bamboo shoots to eat.

Another story...

The other day my dad went to do jingle bells at this hmong people place.  The old man my dad was doing the jingle bells for told him that just a few days before he saw something really strange in his home...everyon e reckons he saw a poj ntxoog in his home.  Apparently he was busting to go toilet...now the toilet and bathroom shared the entrance door and divided into seperate rooms when you walk in.  As he entered the entrance door...he saw this lady with her back back to him with her waist bent over, half her body was inside the toilet room and the bottom half was poking out from the toilet room.  From the back, the thing looked like his daughter in law...at first he thought to himself why is his daugther in law doing that in front of him...but than he couldnt see its face....he was gonna tell it to move out of the way so he could get into the bathroom...he decided not to say anything and walk back to the living area....when he got back to the living area...his daughter in law was in there feeding her baby and was not at the bathroom...he thought to himself...that s weird...didn't I just see her???  thats when he run back to the toilets and realise nothing was no longer there blocking his way.

...speaking of supernatural stuff...
At my parents home, there is this little tree in their back yard.  My mum and dad reckons a supernatural thing lives under the tree...I asked them why they believed that, they said "Don't you notice how the surrounding of the tree is always swept so tidy and clean?" like there is no dead leaves, twigs or rocks surrounding it....and the funny thing is that...this tidy sweeping only goes out about 4 1/2 inche around the small tree.  Every other tree around that area is messy with dead leaves and twigs around it....but this one is so nice and tidy...weird.. .My dad said that if you are lucky or if its meant to be and you see this thing that lives under the tree....appare ntly it can bring you fortune and luck...so far...we have never seen the actual thing..except its tidy work around the tree...guess we are not its destine owner...LOL

Recently my brother passed away....all sort of weird things happen...reall y sad too...just before my parents were going to move out of the town that my brother died in,  they drove to the place he died and cried and called his name and told him that they were going to move away and live him behind and etc.  That night the whole night, a cricket cried all night outside their window....usua lly they hear crickets chirping at night but this one was extraordinaril y loud and had really powerful vocals.  It did this for a very long time, than my dad went outside and said to it..." My son, please do not cry...you did not listen to me that is why now you are dead...you did not listen to me, so now I am going to leave you behind...pleas e do not be sad anymore"....it continued to cry all night untill the break of dawn and just when the sun was gonna come up, they heard the cry lower and lower and it eventually died.  When they finanlly left the town...while they were driving out of the town..my little brother was sorta of sleepy but not totally there....for a second he heard my oldest brother calling his name from a distance....he heard his name a few times and snap out of his drowsiness...a nd than realise that it was the voice of my oldest brother.  The scary thing is that my brother died in the forest, story has it that this forest that he died in was really haunted too.  like it had pog ntxoog who lived there....How these elders hmong know beats me...e.g. leaves are broken and place criss cross on top of each other on certain areas and the place gives off a chilly eerie feeling.

Another one about my brother....aft er my parents moved away from the town and moved into their new home in the new town...one early morning my mother woke up to prepare breakfast and lunch for my dad to take to work...she heard someone softly whistling outside the house....when my brother use to be alive, he loved singing and music...she sorta got scared coz usually the time she gets up its still really really early in the morning.  She went into the bedroom and woke my dad up...my dad said to her..dont be scared...its just our son....go open the door and call him to come inside....they both than went outside, open the front door and said...."me tub koj los txog kov los, los tsev os"...

I have more...but lazy to type now so....will type more later...LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on May 04, 2009, 10:17:25 AM
this incident happened a year or two ago. this hmong man had a big piece of land, beyond his yard was mostly forest. he liked to go deer hunting when hunting season came around...well one day he was getting ready to climb up to his tree stand when he noticed three fox trotting towards him, he got scared and shot and killed the middle fox. the other two glared at him for a moment and then ran off. he walked towards the dead fox but stopped when he saw a deer come out of the brushes and start to eat the fox. he got scared bcuz deers don't eat meat and he hurriedly packed his stuff and went home...that afternoon he went to see an elder and told him what he saw, the elder told him that he better hurry up and have a shaman ceremony that day or else he will not live through the night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on May 04, 2009, 07:05:28 PM
this incident happened a year or two ago. this hmong man had a big piece of land, beyond his yard was mostly forest. he liked to go deer hunting when hunting season came around...well one day he was getting ready to climb up to his tree stand when he noticed three fox trotting towards him, he got scared and shot and killed the middle fox. the other two glared at him for a moment and then ran off. he walked towards the dead fox but stopped when he saw a deer come out of the brushes and start to eat the fox. he got scared bcuz deers don't eat meat and he hurriedly packed his stuff and went home...that afternoon he went to see an elder and told him what he saw, the elder told him that he better hurry up and have a shaman ceremony that day or else he will not live through the night.

why??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on May 04, 2009, 07:07:22 PM
hahha you took the words right out of my mouth.  muaahahha  BS FLAG!
& its not chue its Chao Xiong that does all the articles.  hahahaha

genuinely- that story sounds like that one thai movie "the shutter"...

 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 04, 2009, 10:02:31 PM
salty fish . . . mmmhhh
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 04, 2009, 11:38:58 PM
Have you guys ever heard of a story about the salty fish bag?. NO!, okay I'll tell the it like it is.

   One morning LONG! LONG! LONG! ages ago back in the land, a Hmong mother is preparing foods for a big family feast. She told her two oldest daughters to go invite their grandma. Problem is because everybody lived so far away in different villages back than, the girls had never been to their grandma's house before. The mom gave them the direction and pack them some meal, "When you girls reach a split path, take the right one, that one lead to your grandmother's house. The left one lead to a old witch's house, and I don't want you girls to be there". The girls repeated the direction back to their mom to make sure they got it right and than off to see grandma they went.
   And finally in the afternoon the girls reach the split path, the older one said "I remember mom said it's the left one, and don't take the right because it lead to an old witch's house". The younger sister disagree and said "I remember mom told us not to go left because that's the way to the old witch's house, mom said for us to go right". The sisters ague for awhile and like always, the older young win. So left they went.
   The girls kept walking along the path and finally it to an old small house in the middle of nowhere. The younger sister said "See, I told you so. This doesn't look like grandma's house". The older sister ague back "We've never been to grandma's house before, how do you know". The younger sister answer "I think grandma will be living in a village similar to our, instead of way out her by herself". The older sister suggested that they go knock on the door and ask if that's their grandmother's house so they did.
   An old lady with long dirty white hair all the way to her feet open the door and said "I knew you guys were coming to visit me today, welcome". The older sister went right in and make herself comfortable, the younger sister thought to herself how weird that the old lady said she knew they were going to visit her. The older sister call the old lady grandma and told her all about the big feast. The younger sister stay really quite while to two talks for awhile.
   Than the old lady ask them for a favor, she told them that it's been a long while since she fix her daughter's hair and since they are her nieces she wanted to fix their hair before heading out. The older sister agree and to make her younger sister feel more comfortable with their grandma, she told the younger sister to go first. As the older sister watch her grandma fixing her younger sister's hair she notice, each time the old lady find a lice she pick it up and eat it (back than everybody has a lot of lice).
   When ever the old lady eat a lice, her finger nails seem to grow a little longer. The older sister started thinking about the advice her mom gave them and really started to worry. She quickly think of an idea and said "Oh, grandma, it's late so you go ahead and finish up with my younger sister's hair and I'm going back home first to help mother prepare for the feast". The younger sister noticing something SALTY FISHY is going on so speak out "Oh, older sister, you can't leave me and grandma behind. I don't remember the way back home and grandma had never been to our house". The old lady interrupted and handed the older sister a bag of rice and said "Here, you go on first, throw these rice behind you as you walk back home so we can find the way to your village". And off went the older sister being selfish, leaving her little sister behind to rescue herself.
   The younger sister is very scare by now and tried to think of an idea to rescue herself too. As the old lady still fixing her hair she can tell when ever the old lady stop to eat a lice, the old lady whisper to herself "Yum!, your lice tasted so good. Maybe you'll taste even better". This make the girl even more scare in the situation but she quickly came up with a plan. "Grandma?", she asked the old lady "it is kind of late like my older sister said and we should hurry up". The old lady didn't seen to care for a minute but the younger sister kept talking "You can finish fixing my hair when take a break half way home and than I can fix up your hair too before we reach to my house". The old thought for a minute and agree so off after the older sister they went.
   The older sister reaches home first and it's already beginning to get dark, she told her mother about the wrong path and the rice she'd pour on the road. All the people there got really mad at her for dissing her little sister and is scare because she had left rice trail for the witches to know where they are. Meanwhile, the younger sister and the old lady reaches the split path and stop to rest. "Okay", said the old lady "Let me finish up your hair and you can finish up my hair". As the old lady started to fix her hair again she kept asking question to bother the old lady and than finally it's her turn to fix the old lady's hair.
   The younger sister looked around her and said to the old lady "Grandma, why don't you come sit down over here in this log so you'll be comfortable". She got the old lady to sit on a log close to a bunch of small trees with bunch of branches, and as she is supposely fixing the old lady's hair she tied one end of the old lady's long white hair to a single branch and the other end to another branch. When she got all the old lady's hair tied to all those branches she took off running home. The old lady than realize that the little girl know she's not the real grandma and tried to go after her but can't because her hair is tied to the those tiny trees. The little girl can hear the witch scream and roar in anger as she ran as fast as she can home. The witch pull and pull and she pulled her scalp off with blood dripping all over her head and ran after the little girl.
   Finally the younger sister reaches home and everyone was happy to see her still alive. After the reunion she told everyone what she did and that the old lady is coming to the village to look for her so they hide her and her older sister in a big bag hanging at a corner of their house. The old lady reaches the village but had transform herself into a much younger lady and ask everyone what's going on. Of course everyone already know she's a demon because the girls told them and back than a lady just won't go to someone else village and ask what's going on. She sniff here and go there, sniff there and go there. The villagers asked her what is she doing and she said that they've cooked so many good food that she's just sniffing the foods (but for real, she's sniffing for the girls).
   She sniff, sniff, sniff and made it to the girls' house. Everybody was scare to stop her because they knew she's a demon so she invited herself in. She sniff, sniff, sniff to the big bag hanging at the corner and asked the family what's in it. They've told her that it's just some SALTY FISH they've kept for later. The old lady look closer at the bag and there was some liquid dripping from the bottom, she touch it with her index finger and lick it "SALTY FISH" she said and left and never seen again. The SALTY FISH liquid was from the girls being scare and crying in the bag, it's their tears. Don't get the wrong idea.

How you guys like my story!, I didn't made it up. Ask around, maybe some OG's might have a better side of it than mine. PEACE!.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on May 05, 2009, 07:42:37 AM
why??

i'm not sure, i heard that the fox he shot was not actually a fox but like a spirit or dab in disguise and when he shot and killed it, the spirits were not happy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on May 05, 2009, 09:21:37 AM
i'm not sure, i heard that the fox he shot was not actually a fox but like a spirit or dab in disguise and when he shot and killed it, the spirits were not happy.

but why is the deer eating the fox if deer are not meat eater?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on May 05, 2009, 09:22:47 AM
Love fishlegs.. ummmm  sassy

damm! 46 pages of this? the last page gave me chills already.  forget the rest!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on May 05, 2009, 10:57:40 AM
but why is the deer eating the fox if deer are not meat eater?

exactly!  :o :o it was not something ordinary. dears are plant eaters, but this deer went straight for the dead fox feasted upon its flesh...it was an omen.

my uncle told my mom that the day before my aunt passed away, she and her husband were on their way to the store, they drove across the bridge, my aunt noticed there was a deer drinking from the river below, she asked her husband to look but he didn't see anything, she said the deer was there and it wasn't standing in the river, it was atop of the river, drinking from the river...the next day she passed away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 05, 2009, 03:23:38 PM
Some people just don't get it!, get it?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on May 05, 2009, 09:19:37 PM
my uncle told my mom that the day before my aunt passed away, she and her husband were on their way to the store, they drove across the bridge, my aunt noticed there was a deer drinking from the river below, she asked her husband to look but he didn't see anything, she said the deer was there and it wasn't standing in the river, it was atop of the river, drinking from the river...the next day she passed away.

 :o :o :o

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on May 06, 2009, 02:51:00 AM
This is a friend's experience:

He was dating this white girl and her family had a history of paranormal experiences 'cus back in the days, they were slave owners and had strong ties to voodoo. Anyway, they were on the road back to her house one night and they were almost there when this figure appeared out on the side of the road. It was standing on the side of the road in the middle of the night, dressed in a white suit, top hat, and carried a cane. The closer they got to it, the more and more scared my friend got with goosebumps on his skin and the hairs on his neck starting to tingle. As they passed the figure, he decided to sneak a quick look at the ghost and saw the face of a really dark black man smiling at him. He could feel the evil surrounding him and freaked out even more. As he looked back in the rearview mirror, he saw it wave the cane at them. Needless to say, he broke up with her soon after that incident :X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 06, 2009, 02:16:05 PM
He saw a lost pimp. Probably was her pimp looking for her letting him know "you better have my money".
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on May 07, 2009, 09:22:36 AM
a long time ago back in the 1400's or so in a town called nonghet. there was a ruthless and blood thirsty leader by the name of pao lee. he was a proud and skillful warrior, defeating and conquering many nearby villages. he was even feared by the laotion monarchs. one of the reasons pao was so feared was because of his ruthlessness and cruelty to his enemies. on the path to his village, he used to have impaled enemies lining the path to his village. some have even reported seeing pao lee drink the blood of his enemies which he believed impowered him to unbeatable. people began to fear him so much that other smaller hmong villages and the laotion royal armies combined forces to put an end to pao lee and his rule. they besieged his village and tho he fought hard, his army was defeated and he was beheaded. but before pao died, he vowed to get vegence on his enemies.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on May 07, 2009, 02:01:32 PM
Dude!!  Quit it with your movie reviews.   You're lame and it's lame!!  Think your so sly changing the names around and stuff.  You're f*cking stupid!!!   >:( >:( >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on May 08, 2009, 08:15:38 AM
Dude!!  Quit it with your movie reviews.   You're lame and it's lame!!  Think your so sly changing the names around and stuff.  You're f*cking stupid!!!   >:( >:( >:(

i see that you're my greatest fan. all my stories are original. i have no idea what you're talking about.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on May 08, 2009, 08:49:10 AM
this story is a true story that happened many years ago. dedicated to my friend Tracker

a long long time ago, before tv's were invented in the city of bokeo in laos. there was a crazy hmong chiropractor by the name of Phan Son-Tien Vue. people always asked him why if he was hmong, he had such a wierd name? he'd always just shrug and tell people that he guessed his parents thought it was a cool name. i suppose it's like these days where hmong parents give their kids dumb white american names. anyways, back to the story. Dr. Vue as he liked people to call him was a loner with lots of wierd ideas. for example, he thought you could bring dead people back to life if you use a jolt of electricity in their backs.

one stormy night, in his chiropractor studio on a deserted hill. he decided to try experiment and try one of his ideas to see if a super strong electric shock to the lower back would bring someone back to life. he couldn't steal a complete body cuz that was too obvious and too much work, so Dr. Vue decided to hire this village outcast and hunchback named E-Mor Lor (who also had a suprisingly strange name for a hmong person) to help him snatch bodies and body parts to work with.

but since Dr. Vue was a bit whacko, for his experiment he wanted the perfect specimen or body with certain traits, so he sewed all the desired body parts that he gathered and combined them into one creepy body. as i mentioned, it was raining outside on this particular night, with all his equipment attached to the body, Dr. Vue stuck a metal pole outside the window and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the metal rod, sending hundreds of thousands of volts to the lower back of this dead body. slowly the body began to twitch and move. villagers could hear Dr. Vue screaming, it's alive, it's alive, but since he was known for being crazy, no one paid attention. Dr. Vue taught the creature how to speak and about people. he even named the creature after him Phan-Tien.

the creature was lonely and wanted someone like him to interact with. Dr. Vue tried to create for him from dead women parts, a mate. however she was alive for only briefly and died. apparently the women bodies couldn't handle the electric jolts. Phan-Tien the creature blamed Dr. Vue for killing his mate, so he fled the chiropractor studio and later returned to kill Dr. Vue's family. saddened with no one left in the world to care for, Dr. Vue chased Phan-Tien to the ends of the world, even to antartica with a dog named Tracker lol. Dr. Vue was always a few steps behind Phan-Tien, nearly killing or catching him. Eventually, Dr. Vue caught up with Phan-Tien but Phan-Tien killed him. Phan-Tien then disappeared. Those close to the Vue family say that Phan-Tien was never seen again, but they heard of a creature matching his description living with a Pao Lee in the village nonghet.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 08, 2009, 09:55:46 PM
That's wacko!. But Hmong people really had brought back the dead to life before. A Hmong man pass away back in Laos, months past and a group of young teenage Hmong men from the same village went out hunting in the wilderness and saw the suppose dead Hmong man sitting on a giant rock all by himself. At first, of course they were all pissing their pants. But one of 'em was close to the dead person when the dead person was still alive so that one brave man walked over slowly and gently, calling out to the dead guy "hey!, I know you are here to watch over us while we are hunting". The dude just sat there all quiet and still like the rock he's sitting on.

To make this story short. They found him alone in the forest, brought him back home. But he's not the same, still flesh, breathing, peeing and pooping like alive human but no reaction, no reflexes, no respond, or anything human. They put him on big pile of cow dropping for 3 months before he snap out of it (putting someone that suppose' pass away but found in a big pile of cow poop helps them recover according to old Hmong myths). The dude recover and remember everyone and act the same as just how he was when he was suppose' alive. He told them that when he pass, the little hairy creature came to the funeral and swap his body out with a goat. They took his body, brought him back to life with their spells and took him with them where ever they go. But one day, they were crossing the mekong river and he didn't want to go into the water 'cause he was scare. So to proof that it's safe to go into the water, the tigers and the hairy little creature riding on the tiger's back went into the water first. They told him that they'll go across first and come back to get him after he see that it's safe. He said he was to only one behind watching everyone else swimming across, the tigers and their hairy creatures got half way and drowned so he was left all alone for 3 days 'til they found him sitting on that one rock.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FORCE_MULTIPLIER on May 08, 2009, 11:42:40 PM
Pretty cool story Havoc.  When I was like 5, my mom use to tell me "daaneng" like that.  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 09, 2009, 09:38:06 PM
Yeah!, thanks. There were also this one story. A grandpa and a grandson were resting in their garden house after a long day of gardening and were just about to eat when some cows came walking out from nowhere onto their garden field. The grandpa told the young boy to stay and eat while he go and chase the cows away, when he return the boy were gone. A week later and still no sign, the father of the young boy went crazy and killed his older brother's little girl. His brother disclaimed him and his wife left shortly after, and than one day they found the boy but his craziness still hasn't heal so they feed him opium some days after and killed him too.

The founding of the boy is this, his grandma misses him so much that finally one day after she also lost her grand-daughter she beg the whole village to form a mob to help her find her lost grandson. It took them only 3 hours, they have dogs so finally they came upon a big field of baboons and in between the whole thing it split a little in the middle like some thing's been going through it before and the dogs went nuts barking crazy toward that direction. A Hmong man went and looked first, and yell "I found him, he's in there all the way back to the back". This is what I heard, the grandma came running and went right into that field yelling the boy's name and before she reach him she trip and fall flat on her stomach.

Afterward, the grandma got really sick. They did shaman and found out that when she fell in that field, the hairy little creature already took her soul with them in exchange for the boy. she pass away shortly after.

I heard the boy is still alive and living somewhere in Fresno, CA.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on May 10, 2009, 06:59:41 PM
hahaha movie reviews.  I'm surprised you even take the time to type them out.  hahaha...   :D  coo coo
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on May 11, 2009, 06:52:29 AM
My sentiments exactly!!   :D :D :D    Lo-Ser!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 11, 2009, 01:41:03 PM
My stories are not from any type of recorded films. Pass on stories that's been told from many people to other many people.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on May 11, 2009, 03:31:10 PM
My stories are not from any type of recorded films. Pass on stories that's been told from many people to other many people.

yea same about my stories.

for the rest of my critics, if y'all don't see the point i'm making with my stories that's too bad.

but yea my stories, passed from the olden days too.  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on May 11, 2009, 06:55:27 PM
yea same about my stories.

for the rest of my critics, if y'all don't see the point i'm making with my stories that's too bad.

but yea my stories, passed from the olden days too.  :)

it just sounds too much like movie reviews that's all..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 11, 2009, 07:57:42 PM
If you ain't sharing, there ain't no complaining!.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on May 14, 2009, 10:25:37 AM
Lets all roll!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on May 14, 2009, 11:39:36 AM
Hi to all friends,
It's been a while, but seem like friends are still here to participate in telling good old stories. This thread is priceless and most pleasurable to read.  Will add more stories after college break.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on May 15, 2009, 09:14:56 AM
 a long time ago in the city of champasak, laos. there was this man named fang-dee kouger. he was a strange man, worked odd jobs, and lived by himself. one day kids from around the neighborhood started disappearing, bodies of kids being murdered started showing up. the bodies had been slashed up like with sharp knives or claws. people were scared and they suspected that fang-dee was behind it. months of investigation into the crimes led them to bring fang-dee to trial. however, during the trial there were mishandling of evidences and the jury found fang-dee to be innocent. but the parents of these murdered children knew that it was fang-dee who killed their kids and decided to take matters into their own hands. one night they followed fang-dee to his house on M street and set it on fire. they blockaded all his entraces so he couldn't get out. fang-dee died, burning to death.

years later, some teenage kids living in the neighborhood started disappearing too. they complained of nightmares and seeing this man with a striped hmong outfit with sharp steel claws for fingers and a very burnt face. kids wouldn't go to sleep cuz if they did they'd see him and some disappeared after seeing him. the parents thought the kids were just being childish and that the disappearances of these other kids had nothing to do with the dreams.

a group of friends decided that the need to help themselves, so they all decided to fall asleep and do battle with fang-dee in their dreams. they believed that if it is your dream, you can control it and have powers in it. so they fought with freddy, freddy killed all but one of them. the one that was left was a girl named nasee. did battle with fang-dee and was able to defeat fangdee with the help of the souls of the other ppl he killed.

since then everyone has moved from M street. i think they renamed the street to be like N street now. and ever since then, there hasn't been any kid disappearances in the area or nightmares of fang-dee kouger.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 16, 2009, 09:39:39 AM
Dude, how can you waste your time typing that fake stuff down on here. You should be kick out. It was funny the first time, it's just annoying now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on May 24, 2009, 06:02:51 PM
any new stories??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 24, 2009, 11:15:19 PM
I went to the soccer tournament today and stumble upon a shaman item booth while was walking around being bored. They actually sell some wooden dildos and there were small baby like wooden hands (freaky). I asked the dude about his products and he answer, the wooden dildo are for guys so that girls will be drawn to like them more and the hands are to keep those small little hairy creatures away. I walked away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 26, 2009, 01:14:13 PM
Small hairy little creatures, the one that smells and get really soak when it see me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 27, 2009, 11:27:41 PM
HA HA HA, what small hairy little creatures?. Stay with the topic babe, if only your brain was as big as your boobs were.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on May 30, 2009, 02:12:32 PM
Here's a story. An ucle and aunt of my husband's bought this really nice house in East St.Paul close by Phalen Park. They have 3 teenage daughters. One day one of the girls were washing dishes there a girl helping her she though it was one of her sisters but than when she turned around it wasn't her sisters but another hmong girl she didn't know the girl she thought maybe it was one her sisters friends. After she was done she went to the living asked her sisters who was the girl in the kitchen but they said they didn't know what she was talking about. The next day the second sister was cooking and there was a girl she was helping her yet she thought it was her sisters but when she turned around it was a hmong girl she didn't know. So she asked the girl where u are from the girl didn't answer her. She asked the girl who are u the girl didn't answer her so she got scared and called her sisters into the kitchen. All three of them stood there staring at the girl. So the girl started crying she told them that she was murdered and that she was buried under the tree in the backyard. The girls got scared. They told the aunt and uncle about it but they didn't believe the girls. So the girl continue to come and help the girls everyday. She'd tell the girls she needed help because she was stuck in the backayrd. They aunt and uncle still didn't listen or believe the girls because they didn't see the girl. One night the uncle heard someone walking around the house so he woke the aunt up and they went to investigate. They didn't see anything when they walked in the the living there was no one but tv was on they'd turn it off it'll go into the kitchen and turn on the water they'd go and turn it off. It'll into the bathroom and flush the toilet. It went on the whole night. The next morning the uncle called his cousin from the STP police department and told what his daughters were telling him. The STP police department came out and dug around the tree sure enough there was a black trash bag with human bones in it. It turned out to be a hmong her girl who has been missing for over 10 yrs. After the bag of bones were removed from the backyard the girls never saw the ghost girl again.


Here's another one my husband's cousin and his wife bought a house in Minneapolis it was a big 5 bedroom house. They only have 3 kids. The strange is that whenever they go some where and come back there would be extra shoes on the shoe rack that didn't belong to them. And another thing when people come and visit they would see white kids running around the house the guess would ask them why do they have white kids running around they'd they don't. This happened for while until one day of the the kids he was 4 years old was taking a bath and almost drowned he was crying telling his parents the someone was holding his head in the water. The cousin yelled at his wife saying it was her fault she didn't watch the kid. They got into a big fight. The next day the wife got mad so she went to county clerk's office and asked for the records of the house come to find out a white man murdered his wife and children in the house. They were scared so they moved out and sued the realtor for not disclosing this information to them when he sold them the house.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 30, 2009, 09:17:43 PM
You can't sued a real estate agent for not confirming a hunted house. The judge don't believed in ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: qeejmaster on May 31, 2009, 01:02:14 AM
wow thanks everyone for all the great stories really do enjoy reading it.... very scary too... but then again i loved it...  thank you all... that's enough for me i'm chicken out..... j/k keep it coming...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ladie_lor on June 01, 2009, 08:32:36 AM
It's not suing because of the ghost it's disclosure of information that could cause the buyer to not buy a house. We all know white people don't believe in ghost..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on June 01, 2009, 12:24:57 PM
It's not suing because of the ghost it's disclosure of information that could cause the buyer to not buy a house. We all know white people don't believe in ghost..

so how much did they make for "suing" the realtor?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on June 02, 2009, 09:48:06 PM
Never sleep with married men, they'll mess you up funny.
:'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 03, 2009, 11:10:52 PM
The point is there is no such information of the house being haunted because like you said, white people don't believe  in ghost. So the information doesn't really exist for any reason to share with customer(s) or client(s).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 03, 2009, 11:41:05 PM
I heard this story from an old friend, back when we use to kick it. Him and another buddy went out one night cruising, for some odd reason they just kept on driving through this NC country road into nowhere. One of 'em got spook by just not knowing where they're going and recommend a u-turn but the other wanted to see where the road lead to so they kept on driving into the darkness of a very wooded country side location.
It wasn't long until they decided it was enough exploring for the night so they make another trip back to town. Everything was fine, they've got back to the city already and stop at a gas station not too far from one of 'em's house. Back than not everybody had a cellphone so one of the friend went to a payphone stand and make a call to see what everybody else is doing.
Just as he hung up the phone his buddy in the car yelled out to him to hurry up and get in the car. He looked toward that direction and to his surprise he saw a little hairy creature sitting on top of the car looking back at him smiling with sharp white fangs. He got really scared and wanted to tell his friend because it seem his friend didn't see it but he can't even make a sound.
It was hot so they got that four doors Accord's windows down, and the thing was sitting on top of the car swinging it's little hairy feet back and forth in and out of the window behind the passenger's seat staring and smiling at him with that big white fang smile. His friend call out to him again to hurry but he was frozen in fear, he could move even if he wanted to at that very moment. Than finally his friend drove the car toward is direction from the gas pump and the little creature jump off the car and disappear, he jump into the car and they drove off really fast.
His friend asked him "dude, what are you doing just staring at me?", "when I said come on lets go, I mean come on lets go". He was peeing his jean and couldn't answer but at the same time he said he was also thinking to himself "why is he in such a rush to get away from that gas station, he didn't see anything. It was only me and I haven't told him anything yet, or did he?".
They drove to one of 'em's house and finally the driving told him that while he was on the payphone, the driver saw two little hairy creatures sitting on top of the booth he was using and they were staring at the driver smiling with those big nasty white fangs and that's why he was yelling out for him to hurry and get in the car.
The two buddies told their parents about the whole situation and after all the rituals was done they found out that it was because they drove out way too late, way too far from civilization and their windows were opened the whole time. Those little creature was out looking for foods and as the two were making a turn those thing jump in behind them in the car and went with them all the way to that one gas station. The good thing was those thing didn't mean any harm but just want to scare the living dropping out of them for staying up so late at night and have a little fun.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: peas_n_queues on June 04, 2009, 04:31:12 PM
Scary NC stories ... here's one my mom told me while she was visiting.  My parents live out in the boonies in NC.

She and my sister were driving home from my uncle's house.  There's this little graveyard by a church that they drive by.  Anyways my mom says they stopped at the stop sign and right before they were ready to make a left turn, out of nowhere this wind blows really hard and knocks my mom back against her seat.  She didn't think much of it at the time.  A few months later, weird stuff started happening at home.  My sister says there's was some white lady sitting at the foot of her bed making noises ... lights would turn on, the tv.  Forgot what my mom did but she got rid of this ghost.

My mom was also telling me about why she no longer sleeps alone.  I thought she was just being silly because that's how my mom is but there was a reason why...

It was late night and she and my dad were listening to MN radio over the net.  They were broadcasting about Tswv Xyas and my mom makes this comment about how he was siab phem for taking away all the good/capable people instead of helping the hmong people.  That night they went to sleep and my mom hears this male voice talking unclear so she asks my dad what he was saying or if it was him talking and my dad goes, "Nothing, go to sleep."  The next night they're listening to MN radio again and when they go to bed she hears a dog growling at the foot of her bed.  She asks my dad again and he's like "Nothing, go to sleep."  3rd night, still listening to MN radio, my moms sleeping on the bed, my dad's in the bedroom too but sitting on the side of the bed.  My brother is in the hallway doing homework.  My dad gets up to get something from the kitchen (closeby to their bedroom) and next thing my mom says she felt a black cloth cover her.  She can't move, can't see who did it, hears the dog growling.  She screams ... blood curdling scream and wakes the whole house.  There's no black cloth, no dog.  She went to a shaman and had him do something (I don't know) but it's never happened since.  During the whole time she was visiting, my sisters slept with her in the bedroom or she slept on the couch in the living room where we were making a lot of noise.  My mom does not sleep alone anymore.

None of this weird stuff ever happened while I was living with my parents.  So I don't know what's up - time for them to move!!  One of my younger brothers has this female ghost that "visits" him at night and in his dreams.  He fights her in his dreams and if he wins he gets sick ... don't know what would happen if he lost.  But he sleeps with a knife under his pillow because of this.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ladie_rain on June 05, 2009, 07:46:48 PM
The point is there is no such information of the house being haunted because like you said, white people don't believe  in ghost. So the information doesn't really exist for any reason to share with customer(s) or client(s).

Havocrazy, before u start running your mouth why don't you look up the realestate laws in your state..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on June 06, 2009, 10:13:11 PM
havocrazy got some scary stories  :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on June 07, 2009, 12:24:42 AM
Hmm I haven't told any stories for awhile now, so here goes.

This one's from Alaska, my Grandparents along with some aunts n uncles moved there some years ago for the welfare money.
So my whole fam is from Cali and they weren't used to the whole winter/summer system up there yet. (For u guys who dont know what I'm talkin about, in the summer the daylight can be about 20 hours out of the whole day and in the winter night can be about 20 hours of the day due to the position of Alaska on the earth)

So it was winter, my Uncle was the oldest n the only one with the car so he had to send my aunts n the youngest uncle to school. It was like 8am but pitch black n not gonna get light till about noon. He was in the car with his lady tellin the girls to hurry up when they saw somethin in the beams of the headlights by the neighbors mailboxes. Both of them saw what they described as a tall hairy white troll. They were wondering what it was and when they finally drove up to the mailboxes (which were about a block ahead) all they saw was that thing run into the forest side of the street.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on June 07, 2009, 12:41:58 AM
Here's another one from Alaska. Ever heard of ghosts that copy people?

This happened to my Youngest Grandma. She was cooking some green vegetables in the kitchen when one of my grandpa's sons from another marriage (yea my gpa=pimp) comes running in tellin her to tell my uncle to stop bothering him outside. He was playing with toys or something. So she yells "MENG! MENG!" and in hmong tells him to stop bothering the kid. He comes up from the basement and goes, "What I've been asleep since I got home from work."

Another one about that same house.

This one happened to two of my uncles and my grandma. The three of them were watching TV, in the living room. The way it's set up the living room is next to the front door, when you enter the house the living room is on ur right and the kitchen on ur left. The hallway goes straight back from the front door. So they were watching TV, when all a sudden my uncle spots something, then he goes, "Did you guys see that?" All of them realized they had seen some black shadow come through the open door and go straight into the hallway.

That old green house is pretty spooky. My uncle by marriage said that the pitbull they had would sometimes cry and whine at night from outside. Sometimes barking into empty places or at windows.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on June 07, 2009, 01:03:59 AM
ok last one I promise, its just that i dont check this board often anymore so I gotta get it outta me while I remember.

This one is a personal experience.

My grandpa had just come back from one of his many tours of America as I call them. He was in the living room retelling the stories to my dad, I was in my room with the door open sorta practicing guitar but I was really listening lol. On his travels he met a Hmong man who said he knew about a girl that could read fortunes. I forget if he was in Wisconsin or Michigan. Anyway, so my grandpa went to go see this girl.

The reason why he went to go see this girl was while he was in Minnesota, he was a guest on some Hmong Radio station. When he and the Host took a certain call, all they heard was static. My Gpa still had the original tape from the conversation. When he played it for my dad, you hear the Host say (in hmong of course) "Hello, you're on air....  ....hello hello you're on air what's your name? .... hello? ..... hmmm i guess we lost them"  well thats what my grandpa and them heard, on the recording on the tape, all those spots with the pauses.... (and i get chills remembering this) was some crazy squeaking/squeeling foreign backward sounding language.

"Hello, you're on air.... crackle/squeeel agh unggaar....hel lo hello you're on air what's your name? inghak reeeee.... hello? argik eeeiiiiiiii umolgiiii..... hmmm i guess we lost them"

I stopped playing with my guitar.

My grandpa took the tape to the girl. Now she claims that she can't actually tell fortunes or communicate with the dead. She has a little golden buddha who only she could talk to tell her these things and she just told everyone what it said. When my grandpa showed her the tape, she waited till it was over.... then said. "That's the voice of the dead, they were talking to you from the other side. They want to ask you how you're business is going to affect those on the other side." My grandpa was thinking about starting a new church, that's why he was on the radio.

Now comes the creepy part, as my grandpa keeps playing that horrid sounding tape over and over and over, my dad doesn't buy any of this btw, all a sudden, u stop hearing the screeching noises. My grandpa goes... "What???? Listen! it's gone!" and it was.... I put down my guitar and joined everyone in the living room. That's right the living room.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 07, 2009, 09:36:44 AM
Ladie_rain, let there be sunshine.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on June 07, 2009, 08:08:53 PM
i still want to know how much they made suing the white ppl?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on June 07, 2009, 11:57:41 PM
u know, im sure if they really had sued a real estate for selling them a "haunted" house, everyone would know about it. Heck with the financial crisis my parents are in, they should declare all their houses haunted, then maybe I can continue college  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ladie_rain on June 09, 2009, 11:19:38 PM
For all the people who don't understand realestate laws. It's not the suing for a hunted house. It's the fact that when a you hire a realtor to help you find a house they are suppose to work for you and help u make a decision on buying the house and they are suppose to have your best interest in mind. In this case the house had a tramatic past therefore the realtor should've disclosed the information but didn't because they had their own interest in mind. Therefore it's a breech of contract. Got it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on June 10, 2009, 07:56:51 AM
For all the people who don't understand realestate laws. It's not the suing for a hunted house. It's the fact that when a you hire a realtor to help you find a house they are suppose to work for you and help u make a decision on buying the house and they are suppose to have your best interest in mind. In this case the house had a tramatic past therefore the realtor should've disclosed the information but didn't because they had their own interest in mind. Therefore it's a breech of contract. Got it?

not necessarily. a good lawyer would able to argue this case. it all depends on the disclosure contract and what you and them agree on as "best interest." for example, the realtor is probably supposed to disclose to you that if u bought the house it would crash on you...that's a safety disclosure and usually there are clauses that require house inspections first. but mysticism is not something that they need to disclose per se.

i mean what if someone's pet goldfish died a house. and the next owners were haunted by a gold fish? i don't think you can blame the realtor.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 10, 2009, 07:41:26 PM
Anyway!, this is not the subject we all want to discuss here. So let just solve the case to people can't sue a real estate agent for not confirming that a house is haunted. Ajar. A fish haunting a place is freaky. Rainy some ladies will actually be nice, good looking one and with good brain too to actually understand simple minded communication. I heard of a story about a family that moved into a house and kept seeing a lot of cats around their home after awhile. They bought a dog to roam the yard so the cat will be gone but it became friend with the kitties. And than one day some stupid old grumpy ladie just show up at their front door and said "Hi how are you guys doing?, I'm one of your neighbor here and just wanted to welcome your family", and "by the way, I just want to warn you because I don't know if your realtor told you already but this house is haunted". The family just looked at her like "uh, we don't care", than she add "you can sue the realtor you know, and since I'm the one that give you the idea let me have half of the money if you win the case". The family looked at each other and laugh, slam the door at that old stupid ladie's face. Come to find out, the house wasn't haunted.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: almostfamous on June 11, 2009, 12:17:56 AM
ew how FREAKY!!! :o

I used to work at 3:45am so I'd leave my house at 3am. It was a normal drive to work like any other night. So when I was driving towards hwy5 I noticed something strange. It was a fog like silhoutte in the middle of the road but I didn't pay no mind to it because I thought that it was just some fog. Both of my hands were on the steering wheel and I drove through it. Right after I went past it, my car started making a weird noise and I was like WTF!!!?! :o I looked and noticed that my gears [or whatever you call it] had changed from D to 2. I quickly changed it back to D and looked in my rear view mirror and the fog wasn't there anymore. It freaked me out!! I blasted my music in the car and just kept driving.

Just remember to never look in your rearview mirror because you might see a laughing rotten face staring at you! Happened to my great uncle.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 11, 2009, 08:00:01 PM
Never pick up hitchhikers period. I'll never stop for any of you, just remember that. No matter how hot you are, you could be nude and soak from head to toe for goodness sake but I'll still won't pick you up. That's how mess up my imagination is. Never ever pick up any ladie on a rain-ny day, she could sue the hell out of you. :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on June 15, 2009, 06:00:25 PM
Great stories, keep'em coming.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on June 16, 2009, 12:18:11 PM
Wow..these stories are scary.

I would like to contribute my own experience that happened to me.

This happened in some apartments in River Park side of Fresno.  It was a Saturday morning and my husband took off early to go fishing with his nephews and I did not want to tag along so I was still in bed half asleep.  He didn’t close the bedroom door when he left so my side was turned to the door watching t.v. and half asleep.  Then I felt something climbed onto the bed and I thought it was my husband and suddenly I couldn’t move or scream.  I tried to get the remote next to me to press on something but I couldn’t move at all.  It felt like forever and it finally let go of me.  I jumped out of bed and got my stuff and drove straight to my mom.  I told my mom and grandma the incident and my grandma gave me this bracelet that you see a lot of Hmong people wear. 

Somehow spirit are scared of this bracelet so ever since then I have been wearing it and stopped recently until now, after reading all of the stories on here; I begin to wear the bracelet again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on June 16, 2009, 12:40:17 PM
I'm sure we've all had similar experiences;

I used to sleep in the attic of our old house. It was carpeted and the previous owner used it as a den so it wasn't anything like a dungeon or what you'd see in generic horror movies. Anyway, I was asleep one particular evening and I was awakened and startled because at the moment of awareness I was lucid and I knew I was deep asleep mere seconds ago. I felt suffocated and paralyzed, and wouldn't you know it, whether by my imagination or bad eye sight, I swear I saw a shadow hovering towards the foot of my bed. I can only describe the apparition as having had long flowing black hair, no facial features were discernible beyond a slight glimpse of just the implied rounded jawline. Of course, I did what anyone would have done. After the first moment of panic at the sight of the apparition and realizing I couldn't scream  :P, I yelled out internally "In the name God, get the f**k outta here!" Well, it's somewhat exaggerated, but the details are still sketchy and I'm not interested in reliving the experience. But that seemed to have worked because I managed to regain bodily functions, breathe (did I forget to mention I felt like I was suffocating?) and with reckless abandonment, I got up out of bed and went towards the shadow only to realize nothing was there. Or was gone. Whatever the case, to be honest...*sighs*...it's happened a few times after that. Similar experience. Does that mean anything significant?

did you get good head though? that's the important thing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on June 16, 2009, 02:07:52 PM
^ hahaha...  I agree... 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TigerBite on June 17, 2009, 07:42:00 AM
Wow..these stories are scary.

I would like to contribute my own experience that happened to me.

This happened in some apartments in River Park side of Fresno.  It was a Saturday morning and my husband took off early to go fishing with his nephews and I did not want to tag along so I was still in bed half asleep.  He didn’t close the bedroom door when he left so my side was turned to the door watching t.v. and half asleep.  Then I felt something climbed onto the bed and I thought it was my husband and suddenly I couldn’t move or scream.  I tried to get the remote next to me to press on something but I couldn’t move at all.  It felt like forever and it finally let go of me.  I jumped out of bed and got my stuff and drove straight to my mom.  I told my mom and grandma the incident and my grandma gave me this bracelet that you see a lot of Hmong people wear. 

Somehow spirit are scared of this bracelet so ever since then I have been wearing it and stopped recently until now, after reading all of the stories on here; I begin to wear the bracelet again.


look up sleep paralasis (sp)

this and wanderlust story has to the "ghost on top of you" experience. nothing to be scared of, i get all the time. next time this happens to you;  u cant move and feels like u cant breath, think of something, like something looking at u, or at ur door or something.  it'll all seem so real. i do it for kicks nowadays, its scary but i know its not real so nothing to worry about.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on June 17, 2009, 09:47:16 AM
that was the first and last one that happened to me *knock on wood* 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 18, 2009, 12:14:24 PM
They said that when you know you're awake but feel like still half asleep and can't move or make a sound, that's when you are boning you "raping" you spiritually.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on June 18, 2009, 12:33:04 PM
They said that when you know you're awake but feel like still half asleep and can't move or make a sound, that's when you are boning you "raping" you spiritually.

I guess they must be the horny spirits then.. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DirtyhmonguyFTW on June 18, 2009, 12:56:34 PM
i get rape often. dude or dudette who knows but the feeling is good
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on June 18, 2009, 06:35:58 PM
Your d|ck is so small you pee on your balls.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: OKbybye on June 18, 2009, 07:09:30 PM
heres mine: My girlfriend's dad is a pastor and their church had bought a new church with a home for the pastor and his family. Well The house was haunted.
At their new house, this is during the first couple weeks.

as she was going to bed at night, she always turns on her music low to help her sleeps. She had it reset so that it would go on and on. As she fell asleep. She had a dream that an old white meka came into her room. She didn't speak or say anything, just kept quiet and walks over to her stereo and turns it off. She looked at my gf and gives her the quiet finger to her mouth. Then she woke up. It was still dark and her music had stopped.

Not too long after that, her little cousin came over to their house. she is about 5 or 6 at the time.  My gf and her sister both were there.   their little cousin was peaking into the bathroom and she said there was a white woman in the bathroom.  They freaked out.



another one:
There's this road that my sister takes to work for the last 5 years...one of her co-worker who worked there had an encounter with a male ghost by the train track.  he had followed her home and raping her every night. she got really sick and had the shaman  chase the white dude out with hmong spiritual healing power.  She never returned to that road again.

Last one:
This is about 10 years ago.  my uncle passed away in thailand. My nephew saw him in his room here in the us.  He'd almost peed in his pants.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: OKbybye on June 18, 2009, 07:26:13 PM
Wow..these stories are scary.

I would like to contribute my own experience that happened to me.

This happened in some apartments in River Park side of Fresno.  It was a Saturday morning and my husband took off early to go fishing with his nephews and I did not want to tag along so I was still in bed half asleep.  He didn’t close the bedroom door when he left so my side was turned to the door watching t.v. and half asleep.  Then I felt something climbed onto the bed and I thought it was my husband and suddenly I couldn’t move or scream.  I tried to get the remote next to me to press on something but I couldn’t move at all.  It felt like forever and it finally let go of me.  I jumped out of bed and got my stuff and drove straight to my mom.  I told my mom and grandma the incident and my grandma gave me this bracelet that you see a lot of Hmong people wear. 

Somehow spirit are scared of this bracelet so ever since then I have been wearing it and stopped recently until now, after reading all of the stories on here; I begin to wear the bracelet again.


I have have times like this too. I am not scared off. I know why but I am just not scared.

whenever my body just lies in bed in a weird position and I am very tired. I feel another body lying right next to mine, caressing me from behind with it's weight on me that I couldn't move.  I didn't move or scream because I don't believe someone was there. I know its just my body and my mind doing it.


and other other ones...i had a few times..way way young age where I can't breathe, I am calling but I can't. All these were before I started dating.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: OKbybye on June 18, 2009, 08:07:46 PM
shoooo...this was a movie i saw...think it was japanese or chinese..can't remember but yeah...I remember she took over completely...a nd i even saw this part where she sat on his shoulder...whi le he was experience pain in that shoulder...com e on..you guys can do better...hmong stories please!!!



so there was this hmong guy named chue xiong. he was a photographer for a famous hmong magazine. he had spent some time in vientiane during his youth working on assignments there. anyways, after years, he was invited back by a friend who owned a famous magazine company in laos. chue was invited to to be like head of all visual graphics for the magazine. it was a great opportunity so chue and his wife moved to laos so he could work there. they moved into a studio apt. things were going well for a few months until his wife started noticing strange things around the apartment. chue had a dark room in the apt where he did his photos, one night when chue was working late, his wife heard some strange noises coming from the dark room, like a little girl weeping. she went in there but saw nothing. months passed and the events got stranger and stranger. chue even experienced some wierd stuff himself but he didn't tell his wife. chue was developing photos one night and he swore he saw this girl with long hair covering her face and crouching down appearing in all the modeling shoots he shot earlier that day. he even found strands of long hair in the chemicals he used to develop photos.

soon all of chue's friends were dieing mysterious deaths that looked liked major freak accidents. pretty soon it was just chue that was left. his wife asked him if he knew why they were experiencing all these wierd things and what was happening to all his friends. chue said he didn't know but his wife didn't believe him. she decided to do some research and she found out that when chue was in laos years ago working on assignments, he was dating this laos girl who worked in the firm he was at and helped translate for him. she was very much in love with him and they dated the whole time he was there. she also found out that chue let his friends rape this lao girl and he did nothing to save her. he even photographed her being raped. so after finding this, chue's wife confronted him. he didn't say anything. she left him and flew back to the united states. chue was alone in his apt, his ex gf, the girl he allowed to rape appeared and attacked him. chue passed out and woke up but was hunched. he talked about crazy things like a girl riding on his shoulders. but no one believed him and thought he was crazy so they sent him to an insane asylum in laos. some say that if you look in the reflection of a mirror, u can see his ex gf riding his shoulders. this was a true story that happened to a hmong man named chue.

if you don't believe me just ask the PH member "sin."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: OKbybye on June 18, 2009, 08:43:57 PM
ok here's a story.
where i live there is a cemetary. its all the way out in the boonies. its a very small cemetary maybe about 100 or less graves. well there happens to be like 2 or 3 houses on a tiny hill behind the cemetary but in order to get to those houses you have to drive past the cemetary which shares the same dirt road. and the cemetary is in front of those houses about 200 feet. in that cemetary there is about 20 or more hmong people bury there.  So this one time me and some og's went there to gave offering to some of our ancesters "great grandma"  you know worshiping ancester at the begginning of the newyear "pev  chias" or however you spell it.  one of them white dudes came out and was talking to us. telling us that sometimes late at night him and them neighbors would see people in the cemetary dress in black cloths. with red and green strings... on their waste.  and other times their door bell would ring and they would open it, but to find no one there.   the white dude also said that it didn't start happening until hmong ppls started to get bury there too. since he live there for more then a decade.
i was on a good one when he told that to me and my cuzs.. it freaked us out.. cuz we was at the cemetary when he told us that.. but i have not been back there for a couples of years so i don't know whats happening there anymore... >:D

you left the part about the dead playing drums and chanting from the cemetary. sometimes, they knock on the doors and the white dude opens the door, there's noone.

one time, the white dude opens the door and the guy was asking for food. the white dude gave him some bread. He walked to the cemetary and disappeared.

yeah i know this cemetery. one of my brother in law died in a car accident was burried there. a friend was also burried there. and I believe one of my sister in law..the one who died of stabs wounds and cut to the through by brother(lover) was burried there.  I was ther eonce...a lonnnnnnnnnnng time ago..never been there again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: OKbybye on June 19, 2009, 12:41:07 AM
This kind of big foot is called Moshlub. I don't want to meet one in person.  They eat human alive.


ok I gots a story.
During the vietnam conflict, my uncles were in the army.  They were in their mid teens. they both was lost in the jungle with enemies all around them, then it started to rain, and they both went towards the cliff, and out of the jungle they both saw a tiny cave and went in to take shelter from the monsoon thunder tropic. while they was hiding from the rain, this BIGFOOT enters the cave they was in and attacked them. my uncles was like what the shit, and ran out of the cave, the bigfoot chase them and they told us that it had NO knees so they were running in zig zag formation, and bigfoot could only run straight. they escape  one enemy they did not expect.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on June 19, 2009, 10:14:21 AM
a long time ago, a small city in laos. there was this criminal named chue lee. he was a murderer. the police had hunted him for awhile and finally cornered him in this laotian toy warehouse. chue lee was not only a criminal but a powerful wizard who practiced the dark arts. wounded by police bullets and not having much of a choice. chue lee posessed a toy doll in the factory. the police raided the warehouse and just found his dead body next to a doll.

weeks later the doll was distributed to stores and sold. a little boy named ahn lee bought the toy. strange things started to happen the first few days the toy was brought home. it would talk by itself, even when the batteries were taken out of the doll. eventually, the doll, named chue lee tried to kill ahn lee so that he could posess the body and become human again. ahn lee and his mother were able to defeat the doll by burning it. but ahn lee was sent to a mental institute cuz he kept saying his doll was alive and tried to kill him.

the end.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on June 19, 2009, 06:57:13 PM
love the story~!!!  :D

 
a long time ago, a small city in laos. there was this criminal named chue lee. he was a murderer. the police had hunted him for awhile and finally cornered him in this laotian toy warehouse. chue lee was not only a criminal but a powerful wizard who practiced the dark arts. wounded by police bullets and not having much of a choice. chue lee posessed a toy doll in the factory. the police raided the warehouse and just found his dead body next to a doll.

weeks later the doll was distributed to stores and sold. a little boy named ahn lee bought the toy. strange things started to happen the first few days the toy was brought home. it would talk by itself, even when the batteries were taken out of the doll. eventually, the doll, named chue lee tried to kill ahn lee so that he could posess the body and become human again. ahn lee and his mother were able to defeat the doll by burning it. but ahn lee was sent to a mental institute cuz he kept saying his doll was alive and tried to kill him.

the end.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on July 04, 2009, 09:09:25 PM
wtf >:( everytime i post somthing my page clicks back to its previous :-\ lol...w/e ill make this one quick

there was always this little preteen girl left alone to take care of her little baby brother at home. whereas the parents aren't always at home or always out somewhere.well one day as usual she was left alone in the house with her little baby brother... when she was finished feeding him in the morning she got a call from her mother..."Sai hello dear good morning hows Mikey?" mom said."he's fine crying like a baby everytime i try to burb him, the usual, why whats up mom?"sai question."oh well dear could you do me a favor and run some errands for me honey? im still at handsfull right now at work and i won't be home till  6pm and you know how late your father works so..and well i left a note for you on the kitchen table to go run to the store and pick up a little grocery for me... okay honey..?"...a little pause"but what about Mikey who's goin?"..."just bring him along with you it'll be alright just this time and dont tell your father..okay hun?" she interrupted
"okay.. fine bye mom".."be a good girl dont talk to people you don't know like those strangers on tv and watch out for your baby..." click.......Sa i hangs up on her.."okay mikey lets get your cart ready....and you better be a good little booty too.."she complained when she saw him crawling under the chair and he started giggle..

While on her way to the grocery store exhausted from the heat and pushing the cart  Sai saw a little girl about her age walking down the cement hill straight ahead towards them. Sai notice that little girl was carrying someone or...something ..and as sai got closer into view of it she saw that it was in the shape of a little kitten..."hello" she said politely.."hello... umm what is that thing your carrying there? sai asked " oh this is Keisly ...my pet kitten..she's dead..but"..." DEAD?! a cat?"sai intruppted..."oh YES... she's dead but like i was going to say" as she smirk and started to  walk away ...."Keisly won't be dead for long..  im taking her to the Kettle Doc. so he can fix her youll see..." and off she goes heading straight into the woods up ahead. Sai didnt think much of it but gave a frown and thought..a few moments then off she goes up the hill to the store.

Right after the store she begin to feel the heat about 95 degrees but thought of it nothing and continued to push Mikey along..when she finally reached ontop of the hill where she had left earlier talking to that strange girl her age. looking straight down ahead into the woods where the little girl had disappeared into for a moment...then all of sudden the CART with MIKEY inside started strolling by itself forward heading towards the the end of the HILL!!!.............. .............. .............. . Sai saw everything pitch black

..IN A FLASH SLOWW MOTION...since everything happened in one blink...while uncontious Sai recalled that when she was staring into the woods where that girl went in.. Sai had accidently taken her hands off the cart while she try to grab the handles which she had managed but only to have fallen in also, too late to save her baby brother....A few minutes past, she awoke with a damaged right eye and bruises all over her body... she quickly got up and started looking for Mikey panicking, afraid, and confused!!!??" Oh NO!!... oh NO!!.. HOW COULD THIS HAPPENED!!!?? HOW COULD THIS HAPPENED!!?? MIKEY! MIKEY WHERE ARE YOU!!!???she repeated.. in a moment tears started to flow when she first caught sight of him six feet ahead behind a trash can tipped over..."Mikey...Mikey. ..Mikey??!!.."she called to him softly while in her arms. Sai found him breathing for just a few minutes...the baby hurted so much he couldn't cry yet fortunately he died with his last breath... Sai simply placed him back into the cart and started to weep and limp all the way back home. When she had past the woods she'd heard the same girl seen calling out to her from behind..."I told you that Keisly wouldn't be dead..." she said. Regardless of whatever the girl had to prove Sai kept still walking and tears were flowing. "Meow Meow Meow... "a low vibrate sound came from behind. Then Sai as if auotmaticlly stopped to look back... and there was the kitten that she had seen earlier dead in that girls arm purring...bell ow her masters legs..."If you ever want anything fix...just go see the Kettle Doc. ..." she paused..and looked back at Sai" He can fix anything...."she smirked and disappeared walking home.....


....... >:Dahhaha... not spooky just a weird story                 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on July 06, 2009, 01:17:46 PM

....... >:Dahhaha... not spooky just a weird story                 

so then the other little girl took sai's brother's life... rite?? that's why the kitty is not dead?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on July 08, 2009, 01:35:20 AM
PLEASE!, no wacky story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on July 08, 2009, 08:23:54 AM
PLEASE!, no wacky story.

is dr. kettle work at pet cemetary?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on July 08, 2009, 08:17:39 PM
no i just didn't get to finish the whole story that's all, and well because that was the intro only, until then that's when it starts to get creepy and creepier but its too long, so like i said i tried to make it short, yeah its longer than i thought so oh well and plus that story isn't the type to scare anyone really but i thought it was really sad  :'(  in the end though...maybe later ill finish it  :read2: but not right now i've got another one  javascript:void(0);
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on July 08, 2009, 08:54:57 PM
ok here  it goes



           One night I was sitting at my house and the phone started ringing. Caller ID said the # 7734. Now, go get a calculater, type in 7734 and flip it upside down. Ok, now u have a clue on who was calling.(but I didnt) So I answered it, and a raspy voice barely grunted "666". Later that that night, the same "thing" called and said the same thing. It called a few more times and finally I said "Why do keep saying that" and it grunted "im just telling you whos standing right behind u.javascript:void(0);.Without looking backwards,I ran all the way to the police station (right down the street) and stayed until my mom came to pick me up. I still dont know who called me.

             A girl, named Ashley, sat alone in her apartment, bored. She was unemployed and she couldn't pay the bills with the little money she had left. Her TV was broken, and none of her friends were online, so she had nothing to watch and no one to talk to. Suddenly, she had an idea. She went to her email and started typing this:

"Long ago, there lived a little girl in a small town that was at the foot of a mountain. She was very shy and awkward and had no friends. Her hair always hung in front of her face, which gave her a strange appearance; which made the villagers dislike her more.

One day, on her way home, all the children in the town cornered her while she was walking. They started throwing rocks at her and calling her names. But the children suddenly stopped, because the little girl raised her arm up and pointed to one of the boys. "You will die in 3 days" she said. The kids got scared and ran off screaming.

Three days later, the boy unexpectedly started vomiting blood. He died before he reached the hospital. Soon, the little girl started announcing more of the villager's deaths, and they would all die on the predicted date. A wave of panic and fear swept over the town. So, the remaining villagers had a meeting in the town hall. After an hour, they had finally decided...

THE NEXT DAY...

The young men in the village led the little girl into the mine, and as soon as they were out of sight, they grabbed her and led her into a secret chamber. They tied her arms, chest and legs to a chair, and one of the men got out a sewing needle. He then grabbed her lips and started sewing them together, so she could never foretell another death. Then they left her in the chamber and sealed the mine forever...

If you don't want the little girl to appear by your bed tonight, send this to 12 people, and the sender. If you don't, she will appear by your bed tonight, with a needle in her hand..."

Ashley smirked to herself and hit the send button. The next day, she received 12 emails from her friends. All were the same chain letter she had sent. She saw them and laughed to herself. "I can't believe they actually believe it. Pathetic!" She logged off her computer, laughing aloud to herself. Then she brushed her teeth and went to bed. But in the middle of the night, she woke up with a cold sweat. She heard a girly giggle in the corner, but no one was there, so she turned to go back to sleep. And then standing there was a little girl with long black hair covering her face. She looked at Ashley with her cold grey eyes and her hands were behind her back. Her face slowly broke into a mischevious smile, and she revealed her arms from behind her back and started giggling. In her hand, was a needle...



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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on July 09, 2009, 11:16:08 PM
we want real experience stories, not made up
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on July 10, 2009, 12:02:45 AM
well buddy no offense but who gave you the right to say that its fictional? and so how do i know if your stories are true also? and i thought this was a forum for ghost stories? glad to know that you dont like it... but i bet you would be scared if that was you in those stories so plz dont comment next time if u dont like it...    >=p 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on July 10, 2009, 11:03:47 PM
stories that ended like "...she had a needle in her hand...", sound like those Goose Bump book. real story has a real ending, the aftermath, the solution to the situation. i agree i would be really scare being in those moment from your story but come on, please don't share with me fairy tales
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on July 13, 2009, 03:05:52 PM
you know im not only sharing it with you buddy, and please stop criticizing if you dont like them just skip it. also many hmong stories and legends are like fairy tales told from generations past on without rec's too                                             quote: " no story is not worth listening to cheap or not "   
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: baxter on July 14, 2009, 02:50:38 AM
One night this girl was home bored to death so she got on-line and was surfing through forums.  She happened to come across a site very similar to pebhmong.com and started to read the thread about ghost stories.  After reading a few of the stories she got freaked but still she was intrigued and still wanted to read more.  As she read on, the stories reminded her of her own experiences.  She created an account and logged on to add her own stories.  By now it was 3AM and no one was on the site but she wanted to post her stories before trying to sleep.  

When she was done writing her story and posted it there was an immediate reply to her story.  A user by the name of xonglee said her story was freaky but he liked it and asked if she had any more.  She quickly posted another one and xonglee replied with one of his own.  They went back and forth like this for a while trying to scare each other.  Xonglee finally said...you want to see something that will scare the living daylights out of you?  Hesitant but still curious the girl said sure.

All of a sudden her screen started flashing and all kinds of crazy horizontal lines zipped accross her screen.  She freaked out and jumped out of her seat.  The screen then went black with the computer still running and the little fan humming on the motherboard.

She ran out of the room hid under her sheets for the rest of the night.  

Next day, her brother came into her room and started hahaing at her for burning out the video chip on his dell laptop.  Freak'in dell latitude laptops, the model D630 from 2004 all came with built in Nvidia chips that burn out after one year of use.   It happens to all of the D630 from 2004.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on July 19, 2009, 05:53:03 PM
Bump for good seller.   :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on July 30, 2009, 04:22:37 PM
got this one yesterday (This is either the biggest bluff/cover-up or the most interesting story I've heard)  I believe it's a true story.  It's a long story but worth it's weight.  Otherwise I wouldn't waste my time writing this.

My 19 year old Cousin joined the US Army.  He was elected squad leader for a 13 man squad in basic training. Ft Benning was expanding due to tank units arriving from Ft Knox.  The FTX (Field Training Exercise) at Ft. Benning was expanded outside normal training ground.  His company had 2 weeks left 'til graduation.  On the 3rd FTX, two of his Joes that were on guard duty went missing.  They looked everywhere but couldn't be found.  He reported this to his drill sergeant.  He was grabbed by the collar and told not to come back until those AWOLers (Absence WithOut Leave) were found.  So he took the remainding 11 Joes out for the hunt.  They packed light.  They only carried canteens and left their camelpacks.  They locked up their M249 SAWs and M240Bs in the weapons rack and carried their M16A4 rifles.  This was a live FTX; they carried live ammo and one grenade each.  They followed the dirt trail which led to brushes then trees.  They walked 10 minutes and stopped for a map check.  They forgot the map, so they sent one guy back to get the map (a big no-no... you NEVER leave a guy ALONE) anyways the map retriever said it would only take 10 minutes.  Hours went by and he never came back.  They camp out and broke two glow lights.  Sitting around eating MREs (Meal Ready Eat lunch packets), they heard a lady-like-pig scream.  One of his Joes spotted a weird looking monkey about 20 feet away.  It was hanging from a tree trunk facing downwards.  The Creature had blackish brown hair.  Hair covered it's face.  It had 15 inch webbed hands with yellow claws.  The webbing of it's hands were blackish purple.  Everyone stood up to get a better view.  By now they were whispering.  "Iiis thisss a joooke?"  "Do you think the drill sergeants are playing a game with us?" "I dunno" said another Joe.  They kept whispering back and fourth, "The fuuuaaa is thaaa?"  "Whaaaa  thaaa fuaaa?" He said it looked like a guy in a monkey suit.  The Creature was about 4 feet tall.  It was looking at all of them.  It's head moved from side to side like an owl he said.  Then all of the sudden, one of his Joes open fired.  THEN everyone open fired.  After a few seconds he called out "CEASE FIRE CEASE FIRE!"  The creature had vanished.  Everyone was laughing afterwards.  One of his Privates decided to go check on what's left of The Creature.  He stood under the tree where they had shot it.  He said, "it's all cleared."  RIGHT THEN The Creature Grabbed his kevlar helmet and sucked him straight into the trees.  They heard a short scream then silence.  EVERYONE again open fired on burst in the tree line.  (They were in triple canopy forest in Georgia and Alabama borders.)  Then in full body armor, they ran.  My Cousin hit something in the dark and blacked out.   He woke up the next morning and saw the branch that close-lined him.  He dropped his bayonet (knife that attaches at the end of rifle) last night during the run.  They regrouped.  The oldest Joe, (Army slang for soldier/recruit) a 35 year old, broke his leg.  Two men rotated out carrying the guy as they headed to the trail.  By now they were completely lost with no map and no compass (typical privates).  Anyways, the 35 year old felt a burden to the rest of the team.  He told them, he's old, lived his life, divorced got kids...  etc...  Every other Joe was 18-19 year olds.  Everyone insisted they kept moving but low on moral, food, and water the young bucks caved in.  The 35 year old, "Bill" used himself as bait.  He sat under a tree and prayed while the rest of the squad await in ambush under bushes.  As the sun began to set, The Creature came.  It hung down a tree, drooling on Bill.  When The Creature got within 3 feet of Bill, all the ambushers open fired on burst at point blank range.  (Remember these guys are well trained infantrymen.  They're all expert marksman shooters.)  They hit up The Creature for a good 10 seconds.  "It shook like a boss when you kill it at the end of a video game" said my cousin.  (I was skeptical when he said this... anyways)  Then it moved from that tree to another.  It wasn't like a curved leep but a straight line move from one tree to another in lightening speed.  One of the Joes shot The Creature when it got to the other tree and it fell down.  Everyone fixed bayonets and rushed for the kill.  They were in three man teams running around the brush line.  They didn't find The Creature but found traces of motor-oil-like blood.  It was thick and dark and it was all over the tree barks. 
That night they thought it was over but stuck together tight.  They kept moving.  Nothing happened.  The next night, they heard the women-like-pig cries again.  They open fired AGAIN.  This time another Joe got sucked in the treelines.  They ran as fast as they could that entire night.  Stopping to walk a little then ran 'til morning.  One of the guys had enough.  He said if he was to stay with these guys he'd end up dead too.  He was gonna follow the river 'til it led him to safety.  The team insisted he stayed.  They even threatened to kill him if he was leaving.  Nothing worked.  This guy left.  They all ran out of water so they drank the river/creek water.  It made my Cousin sick to the stomach. 
The next day they found gear that belonged to the guy that ditched the team.  He left everything as far as body armor, M16 and assault pack.  There was blood all over the assault pack.  It seems as if he was pulled out of his gear.  All this gear was found near an opening of an old gold mining cave.  That didn't make any sense 'cause this cave was far from the river that he was suppose to be on.  That evening they improvised a plan.  Plant a stuffed dummy in knee deep water.  They zipped-tied 5 live grenades in a bag and straightened out the pins.  Plan B was to shoot the shyt outta The Creature and drown it in the water.  The Creature came that evening.  It crawled on all four.  It's limbs spread apart as it moved slowly to the shore.  It got in the water, nudged the dummy like twice.  It's hand slowly moved the bag then "KAAABOOOOOOMM!"  Five grenades blew that thing sky high.  The impact was so powerful, it shook the bushes in front of them.  They were hiding 30 feet away.  Those grenade blew through The Creature's black magic.  Pieces of flesh flew downstream.   
 They climbed one of the highest mountains and lite a brush-fire 7 feet tall which created 20 feet wide smoke into the air.  Blackhawks conducting training drills afar flew in to investigate.  They found six guys.  A Corporal came down and demanded identification before the team was MEDEVACed out.  They were labeled as AWOL.  At the company, they were teased and accused as AWOLers.  Teased of the BIG MONSTER story by everyone including drill sergeants, first sergeant and sergeant major.  No one believed them.  CID thought their monster drawings were fake.  The MP's (Military Police) sergeant major said his men found nothing out there.  They were found 30 miles from their post.  They were held with returning troops from Iraq who went nuts after seeing too much combat.  My Cousin felt a since of responsibilty so he insisted to be the last to go home.  They were all to be discharged for mental issues.  Constantly being made fun of is a REAL moral beater.  During a live fire range shooting when everyone was clearing their weapons to get off the range, my Cousin's last battle buddy saved a round and blew his head off in front of the whole company.  He put the barrel under his chin and squeezed.  The sergeant major and first sergeant that was loud and talking mad shyt was silent for the first time. 

My Cousin  put in to see higher chain of command.  It took him 3 days to breach the open door policy.  The colonel connected my Cousin to a VA liason.  He was finally released.  The Army wouldn't bury the guy that committed suicide.  After the VA heard his story, they buried his buddy.  The other missing guys are still labelled as AWOL.  My Cousin has been out for a month and a half as of today 30 July 2009.
(Seven are MIA or KIA and one suicide total.  I tried a google search of this story but came up empty-handed.  Me and my Little Bro had an argument over The Creature.  He claimed it was a “chubracabra.† I’m saying it was a “pee-ya-vibe!† What do you guys think?)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on July 30, 2009, 09:05:09 PM
I forgot to mention my cousin said The Creature had 6 fingers. All equally 10 inches in length. He was in town to visit his grampa which is calling his soul back home.   
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on August 01, 2009, 03:53:28 PM
wow. interesting story..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: prima_donna on August 02, 2009, 02:52:56 PM
I SEEN REAL GHOST BEFORE...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on August 02, 2009, 06:48:08 PM
Bump GL on sale.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 03, 2009, 10:42:34 AM
wow. interesting story..
thanks
I SEEN REAL GHOST BEFORE...
  where at prima donna?
Bump GL on sale.
  how much?

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hmong_HERO on August 03, 2009, 11:56:36 PM
If you guys have the time and the guts check out some of these places in your local cities.
http://theshadowlands.net/places/

happy haunting
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Paramnesia on August 04, 2009, 12:02:08 AM
Most of that shit's fake.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on August 05, 2009, 03:39:20 PM
Seen that site before & actaully went to one of the mansions.  Pretty creepy. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on August 06, 2009, 10:51:24 AM
I got on spooky one to share!! Okay I live in North Minneapolis, Minnesota..So about 2 week ago my Hubby's 2nd younger was gonna go pick up the 3rd younger bro from work. So he took 94 east to come over to Olson Memorial Hwy 55. So he came upon the red light where the interactions to Golden Valley and to Thedore Wirth park. All a sudden he felt cold and chilly. He turn and check if any of his windows were open. But he realize that it was shut tight. Afterwards, there was a smelly rotten scent inside of his car. Now he got the chills down his spine and look at his rear view mirror inside his car and notice a dark figure sitting behind his back seat. He decided to turn around to look carefully if it was what he think it is..As he looked, the dark black figure has some really long black hair covering the entire face. He gotten scared and poob plig so he scream, "OOHH duck"!!!!!!!! And he hit the gas pedal hard and drove away. As he went past 3 blocks toward HWY 100 too Golden Valley, the black figure went away. AS he got to the workplace that the 3rd younger bro was working at, he cried to all my aunt and niam laus about what he saw. While I was at home, my niam laus them call us and let us know what happen to him..After a week, we had to drive over to call back his spirit
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on August 06, 2009, 04:01:33 PM
Maybe he had the A/C on & just farted?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 06, 2009, 11:04:37 PM
That's an goose bumping story, can't imagine driving alone at night. I heard a similar story once, but it happened during the day time. This one young Hmong lady back in the late 80's had a single piece of a furry skin from one of those creature that was killed by some of her relative back in Laos hanging on her necklace, it was said that if you wear piece of those creature's body part on you than they'll be afraid of you when they see it on you because they'll think that you have super ability to exterminate them and they'll leave you alone.

Well, on a sunny evening the Hmong lady was sitting in her car parked in front of her kids' elementary school listening to Hmong music waiting for the bell to ring. While she's minding her own and just singing along with Luj Yaj, a rock hit her at the right side back of her head really hard. She turn around immediately to see who did it and to her astonish, all the windows' where up. There was noway a rock could hit her that hard in such a compact space, she was confuse but not yet frighten. The young Hmong lady just rub it off, but as soon as she turn around a rock flew very fast pass her face and hit the top of the wind shed and crack it. The rock bounce and fell in between her leg, she picked it up and looked at it wondering how and where it came from. Just than school let out and all the kids ran screaming everywhere all over the school yard, her first grade daughter got to the car first. As soon as she open the back door she pause and looked in like something or someone was behind the car, "who's that mom?" she asked. The young Hmong lady got the goose all of a sudden and burst out of her car, grab her daughter and wen inside to call her husband.

That night, she had a dream. The thing came to her and said "you think that just because you wear one of our people's piece of meat on you that we'll be scare, don't even dream". The next morning she woke up and her husband saw a little red hand print on her left cheek like a baby smack her really hard. The kids didn't go to school that day, they called all the relatives for an emergency supernatural ritual. They've found out that the creatures wanted the piece of skin return to them by burning it and most importantly wearing a piece of skin of those thing don't work, it'll only get you in trouble.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 06, 2009, 11:15:13 PM
i got the chills already havoc...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 07, 2009, 07:12:52 PM
Back in high school I use to hang out with this one cool redneck kid during most of my junior year, we use to argue about each others background and belief and make fun of each other and than rub it off. I forgot how we've got into the conversation about these paranormal activities but he told me a weird story about a time he went haunting with his dad and two uncles. He said that when they got there, the first thing they did was to find a good place to camp and build their tents there. After everything is set up, they split into two groups (him and his dad, and his two uncles together).

Him and his dad didn't get much game except a couples of squirrels but when they reaches back to camp site, his two uncle had shot a cougar and was already skinning it. He didn't think much about it at first, he said he thought "oh, a cougar" and that's it. That night while they were all sitting around the fire and just sharing interesting hunting stories, they kept on hearing noise like little kids crying from a distance but didn't think much about it either. It was pretty late so they all decided to go to bed. In only five minutes after everyone tuck in, suddenly a bunch of little kids or creatures came crying and moaning surrounding their camp. He said they don't know what or who it is or was but it must of been a lot of 'em. Nobody dare to take a peak during that confusing 15 to 20 minutes.

The next morning when the sun started raising up and they all gather enough guts to step out and check around. He said that there's small little baby like footprints all over there camp and the cougar's skin that his two uncles lay over some logs was gone. I came home and told my mom the story and she said that it's those hairy Hmong creature and that the cougar they've killed must of been one of those thing's husband.

I met him at school the next day and told him what my mom told me and he just laugh and joke about it but in some way I know he's not going back out into the wood again for a long while.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 10, 2009, 11:28:18 PM
 ;) please share your story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on August 13, 2009, 03:23:44 PM
Theres a lot of cougars @ Myth Nightclub.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Paramnesia on August 14, 2009, 07:49:01 PM
Back in high school I use to hang out with this one cool redneck kid during most of my junior year, we use to argue about each others background and belief and make fun of each other and than rub it off. I forgot how we've got into the conversation about these paranormal activities but he told me a weird story about a time he went haunting with his dad and two uncles. He said that when they got there, the first thing they did was to find a good place to camp and build their tents there. After everything is set up, they split into two groups (him and his dad, and his two uncles together).

Him and his dad didn't get much game except a couples of squirrels but when they reaches back to camp site, his two uncle had shot a cougar and was already skinning it. He didn't think much about it at first, he said he thought "oh, a cougar" and that's it. That night while they were all sitting around the fire and just sharing interesting hunting stories, they kept on hearing noise like little kids crying from a distance but didn't think much about it either. It was pretty late so they all decided to go to bed. In only five minutes after everyone tuck in, suddenly a bunch of little kids or creatures came crying and moaning surrounding their camp. He said they don't know what or who it is or was but it must of been a lot of 'em. Nobody dare to take a peak during that confusing 15 to 20 minutes.

The next morning when the sun started raising up and they all gather enough guts to step out and check around. He said that there's small little baby like footprints all over there camp and the cougar's skin that his two uncles lay over some logs was gone. I came home and told my mom the story and she said that it's those hairy Hmong creature and that the cougar they've killed must of been one of those thing's husband.

I met him at school the next day and told him what my mom told me and he just laugh and joke about it but in some way I know he's not going back out into the wood again for a long while.

Similar story happened to my father and uncles once while they went deer hunting during the season.  That deer did not taste like deer at all...  And in that same forest, my dad had two incidents where he shot a deer and saw pieces of bone falling from the deer.  He would trail it and the deer never dies but along the way there will be pieces of bones stained with blood.  He always had a weird feeling about it...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on August 15, 2009, 07:50:57 PM
Similar story happened to my father and uncles once while they went deer hunting during the season.  That deer did not taste like deer at all...  And in that same forest, my dad had two incidents where he shot a deer and saw pieces of bone falling from the deer.  He would trail it and the deer never dies but along the way there will be pieces of bones stained with blood.  He always had a weird feeling about it...
IT MIGHT EVEN NOT BE A DEER.. IT COULD BE SOMETHING ELSE.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 16, 2009, 03:46:25 AM
My sister lives in an apartment with her kids and her bf was staying there too. One night the bf was babysitting while my sister was working still. Everything was fine then my 6 year old nephew runs out from his bedroom screaming and yelling hysterically. He was yelling "go away go away" The bf tried to calm him down but he started beating on the bf and thrashing about. His face was all red too.

After my nephew finally calmed down a bit he told the bf that he saw a "little boy" in his room and it looked like chucky. This happened just a few months ago too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 16, 2009, 08:29:06 AM
It was around 10 close to 11 pm and I was taking my 1.5 year old daughter with me to the store. I got her booster seat in the car and buckled her in then I got in the driver getting ready to take off. I was still doing something (adjusting my seat, finding radio station) when I hear my daughter kinda crying and whining from the backseat. I turn around to her and she is pointing outside towards my driver side window with a scared look on her face. She freaked me out a bit but since I couldn't see what ever she was seeing then I kinda brushed it off and just drove to the store.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on August 16, 2009, 04:47:39 PM
One time late @ night my brother was making the bed downstairs in the basement(we have a fold out sofa).  His friend was over so his friend was on the PC & they were playing CS.  As my brother was making the bed something pushed him onto the bed.  It was like a BIG gust of wind.  It blew so hard the even the plants in the basement were waving back & forth.  My bro looked at his friend & asked if he saw it & he said YES!  Keep in mind NO windows were open & even so what ever it was pushed my brother onto the bed.  They ran upstairs & told us.  & now here I am tell you.  LOL... 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 18, 2009, 04:38:12 PM
A boy and his family were visiting at their cousin's house. The boy and his boy cousins were playing hide and seek. The boy hid under the bed. Then he felt something next to him. He looked and it seemed to be some kind of hairy ape thing and grabbed his leg. The boy kicked it and quickly crawled out from under the bed. He ran to tell his parents of it. The parents went to check and there was nothing. That is why to this day the boy and his family don't put their beds on a frame. It just sits on the ground.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 19, 2009, 03:55:11 PM
   
 
      Back in Laos, my uncle was already married with kids, but one wife was not enough for him. He went out and found himself a younger women. During the wedding, his fiance's mom wanted to sell her for $5,000, but my uncle only had $3,000. So they went to the town's mayor for a decision. He was on my uncle's side and granted that he pay what he had, which was $3,000. His mother-in-law was never happy about the payment..


     Two weeks later, his mother-in-law passed away from unknown cause. A few weeks after the funeral, he was already having problems with his new wife. Well one midnight, he was up late studying and everyone was asleep. He heard the wind pick up and heard footsteps walking outside, next to his room. The footsteps came around his house and stopped at the front door. He then heard the front door creek open and the footsteps came in. It limped slowly toward his room and he started to smell a strong rotting odor. All of a sudden, his curtains swung open and he saw his mother-in-law standing at his bedroom door. She was blue, rotting with maggots crawling all over her face, as if someone threw rice in her face. My cousin couldn't move, not even his eyes were allowed to move. It's as if he was forced to stare into her face of rage. After five seconds of being paralyzed, he gathered all his might and kicked free from the grasp. BAMMM! He kicked the table so hard that it woke up his wife, and he started shouting like a kid, cowarding under the blankets. He screamed so loud that it woke up the whole neighborhood. They all came rushing in to see what's up as his coward on the bed, shaking. He can barely talk, but he told everyone what he saw. His laotion neighbors invited him and his wife to go sleep with them that night.


     For the next few weeks, his house smelled of rotting flesh. The shaman jingle belled and said that his mother-in-law was not happy with the money settlement, so she came by to show him how she felt. They moved out of that house and he divorced her a few years later. Not because of the incident but because she was mean, lazy, etc, Hmong reasons.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 19, 2009, 09:48:30 PM
   
 
      Back in Laos, my uncle was already married with kids, but one wife was not enough for him. He went out and found himself a younger women. During the wedding, his fiance's mom wanted to sell her for $5,000, but my uncle only had $3,000. So they went to the town's mayor for a decision. He was on my uncle's side and granted that he pay what he had, which was $3,000. His mother-in-law was never happy about the payment..


     Two weeks later, his mother-in-law passed away from unknown cause. A few weeks after the funeral, he was already having problems with his new wife. Well one midnight, he was up late studying and everyone was asleep. He heard the wind pick up and heard footsteps walking outside, next to his room. The footsteps came around his house and stopped at the front door. He then heard the front door creek open and the footsteps came in. It limped slowly toward his room and he started to smell a strong rotting odor. All of a sudden, his curtains swung open and he saw his mother-in-law standing at his bedroom door. She was blue, rotting with maggots crawling all over her face, as if someone threw rice in her face. My cousin couldn't move, not even his eyes were allowed to move. It's as if he was forced to stare into her face of rage. After five seconds of being paralyzed, he gathered all his might and kicked free from the grasp. BAMMM! He kicked the table so hard that it woke up his wife, and he started shouting like a kid, cowarding under the blankets. He screamed so loud that it woke up the whole neighborhood. They all came rushing in to see what's up as his coward on the bed, shaking. He can barely talk, but he told everyone what he saw. His laotion neighbors invited him and his wife to go sleep with them that night.


     For the next few weeks, his house smelled of rotting flesh. The shaman jingle belled and said that his mother-in-law was not happy with the money settlement, so she came by to show him how she felt. They moved out of that house and he divorced her a few years later. Not because of the incident but because she was mean, lazy, etc, Hmong reasons.

tsawg sawm! pheej yuav yuav niam ob li! cia kom pom dab kiag!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 20, 2009, 04:48:15 PM
tsawg sawm! pheej yuav yuav niam ob li! cia kom pom dab kiag!

sorry, cant read hmong. wish i could
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on August 20, 2009, 08:47:55 PM
It had only been a short couple of weeks since grandma's passing, 12 years ago, and
we'd just moved into our current home. There was a room added to the side of our
house, in the rear. That room is extremely cold in the winter 'cause it was an add on.

Anyway, so, one night, after we'd settled into our new home I had a dream that the room, which happened to be my
bedroom, as well, was flood with water up to the ankle. While my sisters and I
were lying in bed, still sleeping, my deceased grandma came into our house, dressed
in her usual clothes, black dress, with a black top, a black jacket, and house slipppers,
and black socks. She came in through the back door, which was next to my
bedroom and came into the bedroom. She didn't say a thing but just stared at us.
I sat up in bed and looked at her. I saw remorse on her face. The next day I
woke up not thinking too much about the dream. I shared it with my parents but
they just comforted me and told that I just probably miss her.

Two weeks after the dream, while small children were in the bedroom,
on a sunny afternoon, my youngest niece, who was 4 at the time, cried
loudly and frantically. All the kids stopped what they were doing and looked
at her, observingly. She just cried with a scared look and pointed at
a corner. All the kids rushed out of the room, loud as a herd of animals.
They even left my niece there. My SIL had to go get her after they notified
the adults of what happened. When my brother asked her what was
wrong, she simply said, "Kuv pom pog, dub dub, tshai tshai."

After that incident, there were rumors that my grandma haunted our
old residence and then found us at our new house. Our old residence
ended up be vacant for 4 years, after everyone learned about my grandma.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on August 20, 2009, 08:50:08 PM
sorry, cant read hmong. wish i could

It's states, "That's what you get for wanting a second wife! Now you get to see a ghost!"

or something close to that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 20, 2009, 08:59:23 PM
It's states, "That's what you get for wanting a second wife! Now you get to see a ghost!"

or something close to that.

thanks for translating. yea that IS what he gets ahah.........m y uncle has waay more stories, taking place in the jungle during his many cheatings....b ut im to lazy to write
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 20, 2009, 09:31:56 PM


sorry, cant read hmong. wish i could

haha you want to marry second wife and see ghost?! lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on August 27, 2009, 01:02:11 PM
   
 
      Back in Laos, my uncle was already married with kids, but one wife was not enough for him. He went out and found himself a younger women. During the wedding, his fiance's mom wanted to sell her for $5,000, but my uncle only had $3,000. So they went to the town's mayor for a decision. He was on my uncle's side and granted that he pay what he had, which was $3,000. His mother-in-law was never happy about the payment..


     Two weeks later, his mother-in-law passed away from unknown cause. A few weeks after the funeral, he was already having problems with his new wife. Well one midnight, he was up late studying and everyone was asleep. He heard the wind pick up and heard footsteps walking outside, next to his room. The footsteps came around his house and stopped at the front door. He then heard the front door creek open and the footsteps came in. It limped slowly toward his room and he started to smell a strong rotting odor. All of a sudden, his curtains swung open and he saw his mother-in-law standing at his bedroom door. She was blue, rotting with maggots crawling all over her face, as if someone threw rice in her face. My cousin couldn't move, not even his eyes were allowed to move. It's as if he was forced to stare into her face of rage. After five seconds of being paralyzed, he gathered all his might and kicked free from the grasp. BAMMM! He kicked the table so hard that it woke up his wife, and he started shouting like a kid, cowarding under the blankets. He screamed so loud that it woke up the whole neighborhood. They all came rushing in to see what's up as his coward on the bed, shaking. He can barely talk, but he told everyone what he saw. His laotion neighbors invited him and his wife to go sleep with them that night.


     For the next few weeks, his house smelled of rotting flesh. The shaman jingle belled and said that his mother-in-law was not happy with the money settlement, so she came by to show him how she felt. They moved out of that house and he divorced her a few years later. Not because of the incident but because she was mean, lazy, etc, Hmong reasons.

3000 to pop a cherry. great deal.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 27, 2009, 02:33:00 PM
got this one yesterday (This is either the biggest bluff/cover-up or the most interesting story I've heard)  I believe it's a true story.  It's a long story but worth it's weight.  Otherwise I wouldn't waste my time writing this.

My 19 year old Cousin joined the US Army.  He was elected squad leader for a 13 man squad in basic training. Ft Benning was expanding due to tank units arriving from Ft Knox.  The FTX (Field Training Exercise) at Ft. Benning was expanded outside normal training ground.  His company had 2 weeks left 'til graduation.  On the 3rd FTX, two of his Joes that were on guard duty went missing.  They looked everywhere but couldn't be found.  He reported this to his drill sergeant.  He was grabbed by the collar and told not to come back until those AWOLers (Absence WithOut Leave) were found.  So he took the remainding 11 Joes out for the hunt.  They packed light.  They only carried canteens and left their camelpacks.  They locked up their M249 SAWs and M240Bs in the weapons rack and carried their M16A4 rifles.  This was a live FTX; they carried live ammo and one grenade each.  They followed the dirt trail which led to brushes then trees.  They walked 10 minutes and stopped for a map check.  They forgot the map, so they sent one guy back to get the map (a big no-no... you NEVER leave a guy ALONE) anyways the map retriever said it would only take 10 minutes.  Hours went by and he never came back.  They camp out and broke two glow lights.  Sitting around eating MREs (Meal Ready Eat lunch packets), they heard a lady-like-pig scream.  One of his Joes spotted a weird looking monkey about 20 feet away.  It was hanging from a tree trunk facing downwards.  The Creature had blackish brown hair.  Hair covered it's face.  It had 15 inch webbed hands with yellow claws.  The webbing of it's hands were blackish purple.  Everyone stood up to get a better view.  By now they were whispering.  "Iiis thisss a joooke?"  "Do you think the drill sergeants are playing a game with us?" "I dunno" said another Joe.  They kept whispering back and fourth, "The fuuuaaa is thaaa?"  "Whaaaa  thaaa fuaaa?" He said it looked like a guy in a monkey suit.  The Creature was about 4 feet tall.  It was looking at all of them.  It's head moved from side to side like an owl he said.  Then all of the sudden, one of his Joes open fired.  THEN everyone open fired.  After a few seconds he called out "CEASE FIRE CEASE FIRE!"  The creature had vanished.  Everyone was laughing afterwards.  One of his Privates decided to go check on what's left of The Creature.  He stood under the tree where they had shot it.  He said, "it's all cleared."  RIGHT THEN The Creature Grabbed his kevlar helmet and sucked him straight into the trees.  They heard a short scream then silence.  EVERYONE again open fired on burst in the tree line.  (They were in triple canopy forest in Georgia and Alabama borders.)  Then in full body armor, they ran.  My Cousin hit something in the dark and blacked out.   He woke up the next morning and saw the branch that close-lined him.  He dropped his bayonet (knife that attaches at the end of rifle) last night during the run.  They regrouped.  The oldest Joe, (Army slang for soldier/recruit) a 35 year old, broke his leg.  Two men rotated out carrying the guy as they headed to the trail.  By now they were completely lost with no map and no compass (typical privates).  Anyways, the 35 year old felt a burden to the rest of the team.  He told them, he's old, lived his life, divorced got kids...  etc...  Every other Joe was 18-19 year olds.  Everyone insisted they kept moving but low on moral, food, and water the young bucks caved in.  The 35 year old, "Bill" used himself as bait.  He sat under a tree and prayed while the rest of the squad await in ambush under bushes.  As the sun began to set, The Creature came.  It hung down a tree, drooling on Bill.  When The Creature got within 3 feet of Bill, all the ambushers open fired on burst at point blank range.  (Remember these guys are well trained infantrymen.  They're all expert marksman shooters.)  They hit up The Creature for a good 10 seconds.  "It shook like a boss when you kill it at the end of a video game" said my cousin.  (I was skeptical when he said this... anyways)  Then it moved from that tree to another.  It wasn't like a curved leep but a straight line move from one tree to another in lightening speed.  One of the Joes shot The Creature when it got to the other tree and it fell down.  Everyone fixed bayonets and rushed for the kill.  They were in three man teams running around the brush line.  They didn't find The Creature but found traces of motor-oil-like blood.  It was thick and dark and it was all over the tree barks. 
That night they thought it was over but stuck together tight.  They kept moving.  Nothing happened.  The next night, they heard the women-like-pig cries again.  They open fired AGAIN.  This time another Joe got sucked in the treelines.  They ran as fast as they could that entire night.  Stopping to walk a little then ran 'til morning.  One of the guys had enough.  He said if he was to stay with these guys he'd end up dead too.  He was gonna follow the river 'til it led him to safety.  The team insisted he stayed.  They even threatened to kill him if he was leaving.  Nothing worked.  This guy left.  They all ran out of water so they drank the river/creek water.  It made my Cousin sick to the stomach. 
The next day they found gear that belonged to the guy that ditched the team.  He left everything as far as body armor, M16 and assault pack.  There was blood all over the assault pack.  It seems as if he was pulled out of his gear.  All this gear was found near an opening of an old gold mining cave.  That didn't make any sense 'cause this cave was far from the river that he was suppose to be on.  That evening they improvised a plan.  Plant a stuffed dummy in knee deep water.  They zipped-tied 5 live grenades in a bag and straightened out the pins.  Plan B was to shoot the shyt outta The Creature and drown it in the water.  The Creature came that evening.  It crawled on all four.  It's limbs spread apart as it moved slowly to the shore.  It got in the water, nudged the dummy like twice.  It's hand slowly moved the bag then "KAAABOOOOOOMM!"  Five grenades blew that thing sky high.  The impact was so powerful, it shook the bushes in front of them.  They were hiding 30 feet away.  Those grenade blew through The Creature's black magic.  Pieces of flesh flew downstream.   
 They climbed one of the highest mountains and lite a brush-fire 7 feet tall which created 20 feet wide smoke into the air.  Blackhawks conducting training drills afar flew in to investigate.  They found six guys.  A Corporal came down and demanded identification before the team was MEDEVACed out.  They were labeled as AWOL.  At the company, they were teased and accused as AWOLers.  Teased of the BIG MONSTER story by everyone including drill sergeants, first sergeant and sergeant major.  No one believed them.  CID thought their monster drawings were fake.  The MP's (Military Police) sergeant major said his men found nothing out there.  They were found 30 miles from their post.  They were held with returning troops from Iraq who went nuts after seeing too much combat.  My Cousin felt a since of responsibilty so he insisted to be the last to go home.  They were all to be discharged for mental issues.  Constantly being made fun of is a REAL moral beater.  During a live fire range shooting when everyone was clearing their weapons to get off the range, my Cousin's last battle buddy saved a round and blew his head off in front of the whole company.  He put the barrel under his chin and squeezed.  The sergeant major and first sergeant that was loud and talking mad shyt was silent for the first time. 

My Cousin  put in to see higher chain of command.  It took him 3 days to breach the open door policy.  The colonel connected my Cousin to a VA liason.  He was finally released.  The Army wouldn't bury the guy that committed suicide.  After the VA heard his story, they buried his buddy.  The other missing guys are still labelled as AWOL.  My Cousin has been out for a month and a half as of today 30 July 2009.
(Seven are MIA or KIA and one suicide total.  I tried a google search of this story but came up empty-handed.  Me and my Little Bro had an argument over The Creature.  He claimed it was a “chubracabra.† I’m saying it was a “pee-ya-vibe!† What do you guys think?)


Very interesting.
That sounds like it could be a movie. They should make it into a movie.
I don't think it could be a chubracabra cause a chubracabra is more like a doggish thing isn't it.
It's prolly something more serious and dangerous than that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 27, 2009, 03:38:23 PM
i told him to write a book.  he said the army still got 'em after 6 months of release so he's scared to go public. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on August 27, 2009, 05:00:59 PM
He should do it under a pen name.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 27, 2009, 06:23:17 PM
Sadly not everyone has an entrepreneur mindset. He couldve got rich from the body parts alone. Poor kid is traumatized and all our elders cared for were bodyparts and claws.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on August 27, 2009, 11:39:34 PM
Here my experience. When I was 12, I had this bad fever. That time, We live in these apartment, my brothers and I slept on bunk bed. I slept on top by the window. Anywase I had this dream I was being chase by this ghost and everyime I hope over the fence, it's there and it just keep repeating itself. I got scare and woke up sweating. As I woke up and lay there, listening to my head pound. I heard a baby crying (a sad baby cry). I was thinking. Okay... That time my cousin was living next door just had a baby girl. Anywho... I was thinking whose gonna calm my niece down. As I was listening. I was like 'it's coming from outside and it sound like a cat' (just imagine a sad baby cry mix with a cat meow) well, I rolled over and open the curtain. There was a hairy kid squating down (pov ntxooj)(black vertical eye, hairy, looks like a cat and a kid mix, long hair and dark in color) staring at me and me staring back. I didn't know what it was and it didn't even faze me. All I could think about was my head. As I was staring it. It got up and walk away (just imagine a cat walking upright, more normal like a human, but taking big steps going up and down everytime it takes a steps) into the dark, it got down and walk like a cat into the dark. I didn't even care for it and didn't know what it is. Morning comes, my mom gave me medicine. I told my mom what happen last night. She got scared and just told me I saw a pov ntxooj. Anywase that's what I saw and experience more after that after everytime I have a fever. The next fever was when I was 14. I had a dream a kid told me to go play with him. I didn't want to, but it ketp on asking me to go, so it push me. Right when it push me, I got out of bed right away (standing up, fully awake) I was like the... Damn what... I walk to the livingroom, open the curtain and a bunch of kid playing outside. I looked at the time and it was 342am. I was just thinking 'damn, 342 and whose kids are playing outside this late. And then after this it stop till I went up to minnesota when I was 17. When I was 17, I was getting sit by the same kid that pushed me to go play. Everynight I get it till I ask my mom, and she told me to read the bible. And it stopped. A year later, I moved in with friends, here my experience there, the first night, it was just me and my friend, he was sleeping on the couch. And I'm on the sofa, my pitbull sleeping on my lap. Everyone else at work. I'm sitting there watching tv. Around 1230 at night, all of a sudden I heard footstep coming from the basement up. I was thinking 'damn! Did someone break into the house, naw, it can't be I locked every doors and windows' then the dogs got up and started to bark. When it got into the kitchen floor. My dog ran in there, right when it got to the hallway where I can see, my dog was jumping and biting a nothing.

I got more but I'm going to skip part of my experience. Wanna know how the black shadow eyes look like? The are a solid glowing red color. Here what happen, (I'm back in Cali, back in the old apartment, it was in 2002) I had this dream where my friend came over. His ex live 6 apartment down from us, he was like he wants to talk to her, so I was like okay, rode my bike over there, knock on the door and I ask her if she mind if my friend talk to her, she said okay, I look back and he was gone. I rode back and in between my dad two car I can see myself sleeping on the bed (I get squased so much living with my friend that I know I'm getting it. Eg: Different people, feelings and seeing myself) I was like shit! duck wake up. I woke up (the sun was rising and light in the room), a black shadow flew by staring at me with red glowing eyes. And sat on my leg (it was super cold) I was like damn, I'm laying straight. I moved to the side and it just flew on top of me on the side. He grab my hands and push my head down. I scream for my youngest bro, but he got scared (sleeping on the same bunk bed but him on the top bunk, he heard me moaning his name).

I'll tell more later


 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 28, 2009, 02:06:58 AM
where did u live before u moved to mn?  

were the eyes upright closing? (opposite from ours)

it didn't walk sideways huh...  so it walked like a gangster be-bopping? 

that's an amazing story.  tell me more. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on August 28, 2009, 09:08:09 PM
Yes. They have vertical eyes but they are open. People say that their eyes are red, but there not. It's just a dark color. When they walk. It's not like they gangster walkin or beboppin. Its a up and down kinda walk. I never really ask why I've seen it. All I know is that it didn't do anything to me. So why bother asking. Oh. After Brooklyn park, I moved in with friend in north mpls.

Anywase, my brother heard me moaning his name when I woke up and told him why he didn't help. He was like f no. That was Hellas scary.

Here is how a ghost looks like if you guys haven't seen one. They are white. But the crease or fold of a pants or shirt. It's a blue color.  For us it's a dark color, to charcol, to gray, to a light color then to our color shirts or pants. Their is a dark baby blue, to baby blue, to a light baby blue, then white, but everything around them is glowing. The second time when I heard the foot step coming up from the basement, i was home alone this time with my dog, it did the same thing, my dog bark and when it got to the kitchen floor my dog just growl. When it got to the hallway, it was a native American guy. He stand maybe 5'10 or 6ft, about 250lbs. It was like how I explain above. When he walk pass it wasn't like he was walking but floating to the bathroom. A few minutes later it came back out and went back down the garage. There are times when I laying on the bed in the room in the basement. (friend outside the room) you cAn feel it walking on the bed.

This one time my friend and I went outside in the backyard for a smoke. I was on the top step by the door, he was on the ground. If you from north mpls you should know there's alley. Anywase, there's a two story home across from us. On the top story there is only one window. As we were talkin (I'm face that house) I took a puff of my cigerette, look up to blow the smoke. Looked at the window, and behind it stand an old white lady dress in old fashion clothing, glowing. I just stood there and stare at it till it faded away.

I had this dream one time about more than a year ago here in Sacramento. (I'm married with a son)  I was living in these duplex call pheonix park. Anywase, I drempt about this place where my cousins use to live when we were kids. In my dream there was a guy that came with a bag full of fish. There are some that looked like a pink dragon (yes! Pink dragon) I told him where got them at, he said he got it from that mountain over there, I was like okay. So I went my way to go hang out with my cousins. All of a sudden (dreams... Wierd how it change so fast to another event) I was casting my fishing pole across the street. As I was casting. A white chicken with no tail feather flew by and landed. It walked and cross the path of my line so snagged it. I flew so quick that it grab my right arm. I try to shake it off, it wouldn't get off. So I punched it. Right when I hit it. It told me (in Hmong) come, let me take you over here! I woke up and got squash anywase. I try to move and scream for my wife but couldn't. So I told him what did he want and I don't want any problem with him in my mind, and it got off me. I turn to the side and held my wife. I was thinking 'i guess it just want to mess with me' forget it. I turn back and laid straight. All of a sudden I heard a voice whispering (in Hmong) to go over there. I thought it was my wife sleep talking, I turn and look but it wasn't her when it whisper. Okay. This is what it was saying (in Hmong) "come, ...come over here, ...come, ...come, ...come over here, ...over here, ...come over here, ...over here"

it was saying that for a good two minute. I just lay there and listen, got tired and went to sleep. Had a dream It was chasing after me and telling me to go with him over there. I told myself damn wake up. So I woke up and got squash, AGAIN. Now it was saying in front of my face. I yelled at him in my mind to get off and that I don't have any problems with him and that I'm not afraid of him and if I died tonight. I'm going to kill him in his world. So it stop. After saying nothing both me till now.

Sorry it was a long story and the bad typing, I'm on my iPhone.       
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 29, 2009, 12:28:21 AM
Lol iPhone!  me too... sometimes.

Someone's been trying to take you.  I heard when we're sick, we're vulnerable.  Or that thing was making you sick at the time.  I heard of stories about them kidnapping lil kid's spirit that they like.  

My Aunt told me a story about a kid who passed away.  They held his funeral at either yuba city or marysville.  during that weekend a relative from sacramento was coming to his funeral.  on the way, this relative saw the boy sleeping on the side of the road.  the relative stopped, got out of his car.  he woke up the boy and told him (in hmong) "your parents told me you died and i'm on my way to attend your funeral."  the boy said that the two female pov ntxooj told him to hold a leaf and not to fall asleep.  the two pov ntxooj went to his funeral to get some food to eat.  well the boy fell asleep and he dropped the leaf.  this broke the invisibility spell.  at the same time, the boy's corpse at the funeral turned into a pig.   :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 29, 2009, 01:04:17 AM
Lol iPhone!  me too... sometimes.

Someone's been trying to take you.  I heard when we're sick, we're vulnerable.  Or that thing was making you sick at the time.  I heard of stories about them kidnapping lil kid's spirit that they like.  

My Aunt told me a story about a kid who passed away.  They held his funeral at either yuba city or marysville.  during that weekend a relative from sacramento was coming to his funeral.  on the way, this relative saw the boy sleeping on the side of the road.  the relative stopped, got out of his car.  he woke up the boy and told him (in hmong) "your parents told me you died and i'm on my way to attend your funeral."  the boy said that the two female pov ntxooj told him to hold a leaf and not to fall asleep.  the two pov ntxooj went to his funeral to get some food to eat.  well the boy fell asleep and he dropped the leaf.  this broke the invisibility spell.  at the same time, the boy's corpse at the funeral turned into a pig.   :o


Turned into a pig? A pig in the coffin? alive or dead? gutted or not? that's unbelievable.. .....ask your aunt if the boy revived or did he just vanished?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 29, 2009, 01:05:10 AM
Whiteboy, keep your stories coming, I love them. You must have some six sense or connection with the otherside.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 29, 2009, 01:09:08 AM
dead pig n coffin.  boy lived.  i'll ask her tomorrow to reconfirm if i remember to...  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 29, 2009, 01:23:28 AM
 
K... I just got the chills. That's effing scary.

haha...  it's okay.  i'll let you hold me.   ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 29, 2009, 01:50:20 AM
Lol iPhone!  me too... sometimes.

Someone's been trying to take you.  I heard when we're sick, we're vulnerable.  Or that thing was making you sick at the time.  I heard of stories about them kidnapping lil kid's spirit that they like. 

My Aunt told me a story about a kid who passed away.  They held his funeral at either yuba city or marysville.  during that weekend a relative from sacramento was coming to his funeral.  on the way, this relative saw the boy sleeping on the side of the road.  the relative stopped, got out of his car.  he woke up the boy and told him (in hmong) "your parents told me you died and i'm on my way to attend your funeral."  the boy said that the two female pov ntxooj told him to hold a leaf and not to fall asleep.  the two pov ntxooj went to his funeral to get some food to eat.  well the boy fell asleep and he dropped the leaf.  this broke the invisibility spell.  at the same time, the boy's corpse at the funeral turned into a pig.   :o


Vuag! Tiag los dag na!!  :o :o :o :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 29, 2009, 02:09:36 AM
damm I have never heard of a story like that until NOW. It makes me wonder if all those dead people from drowning, if they are really just logs like what OGs say, or if it's the real body? It's like a game, when you hack it to bad, then the game just freeze.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on August 29, 2009, 02:32:11 AM
K... I just got the chills. That's effing scary.

um...that story is pretty believable until the end there, where the body literally turns into a pig. Things won't happened like that in real life, not that real.

Here's an amazing ghost story:

I was watching that show "Unsolved Mystery" and this lady and her kid were driving along the freeway, she must have been sleeping under the wheel and ran of the road and crashed the car killing her instantly but her kid was still alive.  He was  probably hurt too, but somehow he had survived the the crash, and was around two or three years old.  Their car had crashed down the sloap of the highway there for around 3 days without anybody discovering it.  Finally this couple was traveling at night along that particular spot and they spotted a naked lady lying down in a sleeping position along the side of the highway.   They stopped their car immediately as they passed it, reversed it to the spot where they've just seen the naked lady lying down, but there was nothing there at all.  So because it was at night, they decided to just make a report the police because they were pretty sure they saw it and didn't just imagine it.  In the morning, the police decides to investigate the area and finally they discovered that a car had went off the road and crashed into some trees down the slope of the highway.  They went down and discovered that the mother was well dead, but the baby was still alive, breathing awake too.
'
The naked lady lying by the side of the highway road was the mother's ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 29, 2009, 02:37:24 AM
um...that story is pretty believable until the end there, where the body literally turns into a pig. Things won't happened like that in real life, not that real.


Yea I know...  It's one of those stories where you just gotta be there to believe it. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 29, 2009, 02:38:04 AM
um...that story is pretty believable until the end there, where the body literally turns into a pig. Things won't happened like that in real life, not that real.

Here's an amazing ghost story:

I was watching that show "Unsolved Mystery" and this lady and her kids was driving along the freeway, she must have been sleeping under the wheel and ran of the road and crashed the car killing her instantly but her kid was still alive.  He was  probably hurt too, but somehow he had survived the the crash, and was around two or three years old.  Anyway their car had crashed  and remained just down the sloap of the highway there for around 3 days without anybody discovering it.  Finally this couple was traveling at night along that particular spot and they spotted a naked lady lying down in a sleeping position along the side of the highway.   They stopped their car immediately as they passed it, reversed it to the spot where they've just seen the naked lady lying down, but there was nothing there at all.  So because they were pretty sure they saw it, they decided to report it to the police.  In the morning, the police decided to investigate the area and finally they saw that a car had went off the road and crashed some distant down beneath surrounded by trees.  They wen down and discovered that the mother was well dead, but the baby was still alive and breathing.
'
The naked lady lying by the side of the highway road was the mother's ghost.


really?
i wonder what the baby did all that time. awww poor baby. grandma ghost probably watched him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on August 29, 2009, 02:42:58 AM
really?
i wonder what the baby did all that time. awww poor baby. grandma ghost probably watched him.

The baby probably fed on the mother's breast for a while which helped him to stay alive long enough until they discovered the car.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on August 29, 2009, 02:47:17 AM
um...that story is pretty believable until the end there, where the body literally turns into a pig. Things won't happened like that in real life, not that real.

Here's an amazing ghost story:

I was watching that show "Unsolved Mystery" and this lady and her kid were driving along the freeway, she must have been sleeping under the wheel and ran of the road and crashed the car killing her instantly but her kid was still alive.  He was  probably hurt too, but somehow he had survived the the crash, and was around two or three years old.  Their car had crashed down the sloap of the highway there for around 3 days without anybody discovering it.  Finally this couple was traveling at night along that particular spot and they spotted a naked lady lying down in a sleeping position along the side of the highway.   They stopped their car immediately as they passed it, reversed it to the spot where they've just seen the naked lady lying down, but there was nothing there at all.  So because it was at night, they decided to just make a report the police because they were pretty sure they saw it and didn't just imagine it.  In the morning, the police decides to investigate the area and finally they discovered that a car had went off the road and crashed into some trees down the slope of the highway.  They went down and discovered that the mother was well dead, but the baby was still alive, breathing awake too.
'
The naked lady lying by the side of the highway road was the mother's ghost.

yea i believe that was a ghost.  the kid...  how old?  you can survive without water for 5-7 days depending on your body type.  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on August 29, 2009, 03:07:58 AM
Know what sucks? Now I'm peekin' behind myself, knowing I'm stuck at work all my myself...near the warehouse section of the offices.

I have told a story in here before but I don' think you've read it, so I'll share it again to you, cause I believe its real.

I have a cousin who died at the hospital, but while he was still on life support, my mom went and cried to him and say her last good bye to him that night at the hospital.  Later that night at home, at around 1 am,  while she was sleeping, she felt something flapping again her face waking her up.  She got scared, so she went and woke my sister-in-law up too, to see what the hell it was.  They looked around her room and found this tiny furr ball bat hanging on the closet door.  Then just a little while after that, they received a call from the hospital that he'd finally passed away.  They decided to keep the bat until morning light before setting it free because by now they believe that tiny bat was him coming to say good bye to my mom.  My mom called me early in the morning at around 6 am to hurried up and get to my brother's house to see the bat before they let him go.  I couldn't believe it and thought they must be joking.  I got there and they showed me the bat, I was in disbelief because I have never seen a bat like that before.  It was very tiny, it didnt' look real, it looked more like a furr ball toy bat but it was very real because although it was lying very still, it was breathing.  I can sense that he was very sad and hurt by the way he was lying very still and just kept breathing.  I then decided the next step was to let him go....so I took him outside to the front door stairway sat it down and told him it's ok he can go now, but he wouldnt' fly off, so I thought maybe I should just go inside for a minute and come back out again.  When I came back out, he was gone.... :'( :'( :'(

My brother had lived in that house for like 15 years and they have never had any bat encounters until that evening and they have never again had another bat encounter.

believe it or not, this really happened, was it just coincident I think not!!! :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 29, 2009, 03:30:39 AM
I have told a story in here before but I don' think you've read it, so I'll share it again to you, cause I believe its real.

I have a cousin who died at the hospital, but while he was still on life support, my mom went and cried to him and say her last good bye to him that night at the hospital.  Later that night at home, at around 1 am,  while she was sleeping, she felt something flapping again her face waking her up.  She got scared, so she went and woke my sister-in-law up too, to see what the hell it was.  They looked around her room and found this tiny furr ball bat hanging on the closet door.  Then just a little while after that, they received a call from the hospital that he'd finally passed away.  They decided to keep the bat until morning light before setting it free because by now they believe that tiny bat was him coming to say good bye to my mom.  My mom called me early in the morning at around 6 am to hurried up and get to my brother's house to see the bat before they let him go.  I couldn't believe it and thought they must be joking.  I got there and they showed me the bat, I was in disbelief because I have never seen a bat like that before.  It was very tiny, it didnt' look real, it looked more like a furr ball toy bat but it was very real because although it was lying very still, it was breathing.  I can sense that he was very sad and hurt by the way he was lying very still and just kept breathing.  I then decided the next step was to let him go....so I took him outside to the front door stairway sat it down and told him it's ok he can go now, but he wouldnt' fly off, so I thought maybe I should just go inside for a minute and come back out again.  When I came back out, he was gone.... :'( :'( :'(

My brother had lived in that house for like 15 years and they have never had any bat encounters until that evening and they have never again had another bat encounter.

believe it or not, this really happened, was it just coincident I think not!!! :o

That is so sad. I can feel the sadness. So sad.  :(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on August 29, 2009, 12:52:46 PM
Lol iPhone!  me too... sometimes.

Someone's been trying to take you.  I heard when we're sick, we're vulnerable.  Or that thing was making you sick at the time.  I heard of stories about them kidnapping lil kid's spirit that they like.  

My Aunt told me a story about a kid who passed away.  They held his funeral at either yuba city or marysville.  during that weekend a relative from sacramento was coming to his funeral.  on the way, this relative saw the boy sleeping on the side of the road.  the relative stopped, got out of his car.  he woke up the boy and told him (in hmong) "your parents told me you died and i'm on my way to attend your funeral."  the boy said that the two female pov ntxooj told him to hold a leaf and not to fall asleep.  the two pov ntxooj went to his funeral to get some food to eat.  well the boy fell asleep and he dropped the leaf.  this broke the invisibility spell.  at the same time, the boy's corpse at the funeral turned into a pig.   :o



From what my grandma (shes a shaman) told me, that not all pov ntxooj are bad. My grandma young (she pointed at my cousin about her age that time. My cousin was only 17)  had this dream when she   was in Laos. She said that in her dream a family of pov ntxooj and a big cat came to her. She got scared and ran. Since the big cat was faster it cut in front of her. So she stopped. Behind her was the pov ntxooj. They told her that they're not there to scare her but for food only. So she told them that they're alwase catching and eating their chicken. They told her that they're not like that, and that they are the good pov ntxooj. So they told her that they are passing by and hungry and that there was a big war going on from over there and a lot had been kill by Hmong people. And so they told her if she could, for her to just kill a pig and 2 chicken and they be on their wayin peace.

So the next morning she told her dad. And they did a little jingle bell if it's true. And it was so they did kill a pig and 2 chicken. That night they came back to her dream and thank her.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on August 29, 2009, 01:59:46 PM
Whiteboy, keep your stories coming, I love them. You must have some six sense or connection with the otherside.
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I don't think I have the six sense. I just think it was my fever when I as young. It mustve open my eyes to see and to hear things that I don't want to. A lot of my experience is just dreams and wake up being squash. Like I said before in my dream if I see myself sleep, a different person, or a akward feeling, that's when I wake up. If I wake up in time. All I can see is when the Black shadow with the glowing red eyes just about to come over me. But hey what can I do. Fully awake, can't move, all I can do is to be not afriad and say what's in my mind from my heart to it, or keep god close. And it will go away. Some of them don't care and do worst. Some of them will take off right away. Some people say it's just sleep paralysis. But look up the word 'incubus' there's a female word for that also.

Okay this I know it's going to sound wierd, but you could use that incubus term.
I had this dream me and friend were at this school we hang out at. I was walking to the street to talk to one of my friend. We were talking and we walked back. there was a group of girls playing card on the ground. my friend walk the other way and I was staring at one of the girl (she was hot) as I walk pass them. I turn around to get another glimpse. As I turned around a girl was standing up. I stared or looked at her, all of a sudden a wierd feeling rush me, so I told myself in my dream that I'm getting squash and for me to wake up. I woke up. It was morning. Both my arms up on the side of my head. I try to move to the side, but couldn't, even trying to raise my arm but some thing is hold it and pushing it down. My legs spread open. I try to close it. But couldn't. Try to move my arms again but this time I fought it, my arms up in the air, but something was trying to push it down. All of sudden something was humping me (yeah funny huh) I try to fight it while my arm was up in the air. My nephew knock (he wanted 2 play my ps2) right when he knocked it got off and was laughing (girl voice) going out the window. All I could do was yell at it in the b word. I let my nephew in and he said he heard a girl laughing, but I told him it was nothing.     
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 29, 2009, 05:52:35 PM
Whiteboy, keep your stories coming, I love them. You must have some six sense or connection with the otherside.
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I don't think I have the six sense. I just think it was my fever when I as young. It mustve open my eyes to see and to hear things that I don't want to. A lot of my experience is just dreams and wake up being squash. Like I said before in my dream if I see myself sleep, a different person, or a akward feeling, that's when I wake up. If I wake up in time. All I can see is when the Black shadow with the glowing red eyes just about to come over me. But hey what can I do. Fully awake, can't move, all I can do is to be not afriad and say what's in my mind from my heart to it, or keep god close. And it will go away. Some of them don't care and do worst. Some of them will take off right away. Some people say it's just sleep paralysis. But look up the word 'incubus' there's a female word for that also.

Okay this I know it's going to sound wierd, but you could use that incubus term.
I had this dream me and friend were at this school we hang out at. I was walking to the street to talk to one of my friend. We were talking and we walked back. there was a group of girls playing card on the ground. my friend walk the other way and I was staring at one of the girl (she was hot) as I walk pass them. I turn around to get another glimpse. As I turned around a girl was standing up. I stared or looked at her, all of a sudden a wierd feeling rush me, so I told myself in my dream that I'm getting squash and for me to wake up. I woke up. It was morning. Both my arms up on the side of my head. I try to move to the side, but couldn't, even trying to raise my arm but some thing is hold it and pushing it down. My legs spread open. I try to close it. But couldn't. Try to move my arms again but this time I fought it, my arms up in the air, but something was trying to push it down. All of sudden something was humping me (yeah funny huh) I try to fight it while my arm was up in the air. My nephew knock (he wanted 2 play my ps2) right when he knocked it got off and was laughing (girl voice) going out the window. All I could do was yell at it in the b word. I let my nephew in and he said he heard a girl laughing, but I told him it was nothing.     






Yea my little cousin also saw an incubus at our old haunted house when he was sick. He wen home the very next morning.


I have an older cousin at Sac, he always gets sleep paralysis all the time, well it's the hmong version of it but nothing else to describe it other than sleep paralysis. Well he said that if he touch some besides him during the happening, then he will break free from it. He usd to smoke weed alot back then and he said that it made these things happen more. Like he would wake to see and all red girl floating and laughing at him, or a guy with lots of hands. He said he was pissed that night so he gathered all his strenght and punched the guy, but he just punched air and the guy disappeared.

You should go to this forum "Yourghoststori es.com", it's where people post their experiences. There are a few Hmong stories by Hmong people, but most are just white ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on August 29, 2009, 09:15:43 PM
Like my grandma say. Every where hmong people live there alwase a cat or a few of them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: passingby on August 29, 2009, 11:50:40 PM
kuv poob plig lawm os
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on August 30, 2009, 12:21:32 AM
Like for me... My mother in law had a dream that a cat is alwase watching me. I don't know for what . But every morning (550am) there's alwase a cat crossing my path.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 30, 2009, 02:29:25 AM
Like my grandma say. Every where hmong people live there alwase a cat or a few of them.


We have a cat around our house. We call him Garfield.  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 31, 2009, 12:36:06 AM
Back in the early 1990s, a Hmong family had just lost their dad in a bad car accident. A month after the funeral, one of the neighbor who's a 3rd shift night security guard for a local junk yard said that every night when he go to work at around 11:30pm, he will see a black cat walk up and sit at the Hmong family's door step and will still be their in the morning when he come home from work around 8:30am. He told the Hmong family's mom about the cat so one morning the mom woke-up early to go see if she can see a cat out on her front step and sure enough their it is. She watch in for hours until the sun comes up and than the cat get up and walk away. It did this for a long while until one of her older son became a teenager and started coming home late. He said that when his friends drop him off at the street, he don't see anything but as soon as when he reaches the front steps of the house a black cat appear and growl at him as if it won't let him in the house but he walked over it went on inside anyway. Than one day the boy got sick and they did a jingle bell on him and found out that the black cat is his dad and his dad is watching over the family, but his dad is mad at him for staying up so late and not listening to his mom so his dad's going to take him with his dad. The boy got scare so he stop hanging out late and he promise to look after the family. The dad came to the mom in a dream and told her that he can't watch them forever and that he has to go, since than the black cat stop showing up at their front step.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on August 31, 2009, 06:29:44 PM
Back in the early 1990s, a Hmong family had just lost their dad in a bad car accident. A month after the funeral, one of the neighbor who's a 3rd shift night security guard for a local junk yard said that every night when he go to work at around 11:30pm, he will see a black cat walk up and sit at the Hmong family's door step and will still be their in the morning when he come home from work around 8:30am. He told the Hmong family's mom about the cat so one morning the mom woke-up early to go see if she can see a cat out on her front step and sure enough their it is. She watch in for hours until the sun comes up and than the cat get up and walk away. It did this for a long while until one of her older son became a teenager and started coming home late. He said that when his friends drop him off at the street, he don't see anything but as soon as when he reaches the front steps of the house a black cat appear and growl at him as if it won't let him in the house but he walked over it went on inside anyway. Than one day the boy got sick and they did a jingle bell on him and found out that the black cat is his dad and his dad is watching over the family, but his dad is mad at him for staying up so late and not listening to his mom so his dad's going to take him with his dad. The boy got scare so he stop hanging out late and he promise to look after the family. The dad came to the mom in a dream and told her that he can't watch them forever and that he has to go, since than the black cat stop showing up at their front step.
that was a sad story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on September 01, 2009, 01:39:31 PM
i remember a month after we buried my dad, my room started having crickets. i shared a room with a niece. the house was split entry so it was only our room and one of my nephew's room downstairs. almost every day, we'd hear crickets chirping. Of course, first it came from outside but then all of a sudden, it started getting louder and more clear. one night my niece and I decided to figure out where it was coming from. she found it somewhere and killed it. it went like that for awhile if i remember. i asked my niece if she ever experienced that and she said no.


and here's another one. this one is about bats.

my oldest brother used to live in this little white house in frogtown with his family. a couple of times, they saw bats in their house. there was one that just appeared out of the blue and was flapping all over their house. the second one happened a couple of months after my grandma died. that bat was flapping and ended up in the room of my two nieces. one of the niece was sleeping and it went and flew into the wall. they captured it and released it.


another one about my oldest brother.

one early morning while my oldest brother was sleeping, he heard what sounded like a cat but at the same time, it sounded like a baby cry. he didn't think much of it until he heard that my little brother died that early morning.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 01, 2009, 02:49:35 PM
Sorry for you little brother's death.......


My Cousin's best friend drowned when they were still in elementary. Well after the funeral, my cousin had a dream about his dead friend going to his own funeral and crying to his mom that he still wants to live. Well my cousin told his little sister about the dream and she got freaked out. That same night, his sister had the same dream. So the next day, they both told their older sister about the dream and she didn't believe it. Well that night, she had the exact same dream that his sibling had.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on September 01, 2009, 05:44:54 PM
something like that happened to four of my nephews when they first moved into one of their new homes but it was something else entirely. my nephews' names are, tou, who's the oldest son,  fong, who's the third oldest son,  fue, who's the fourth oldest and xue, the fifth oldest. anyway, so whoever died in that house came back to haunt the place. it started with xue. it came to xue in his dream and said to him, "only the king can save you." then it sat on him. later that morning, he told his brother fong. fong didn't believe it and that night it came to him. it said and did the same thing to him. told him only the king can save him and sat on him. he told fue and he didn't believe them. well, did it to him also. they told tou and tou didn't believe them. yes, it did the same thing to him. they all got freaked out. when sunday came, they all went to church.

from what i was told, whatever sat on them was an old white lady. she didn't like them living in that house and told them so. being that they're christians, they stayed anyway up until recently when they moved out. in their new house right now, they feel spirits and know of two of them. one's a little boy and i forgot what the other one is. apparently, these ghosts are not as bad as the ones in their previous two houses. i'll have to tell those stories at on a  later day.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on September 05, 2009, 10:01:47 AM
Drowning is one of the most fear thoughts for Hmong people due to the beliefs that dragon really do exist. And many stories claimed to be dragon related. But one advice from me to anybody out there "don't go swimming if you don't really know how to". Now here in NC, fishing regulation requires all anglers to wear life jacket while near any body of water. Yes, because of a lot of Hmong men drown while fishing here in NC. Actually back than when a lot of Hmong men and boys where falling into the water and drown nothing was done about it 'til some white drown too and that's when the law of life jacket was drawn. No body cares about our Hmong people so I'm warning you guys as a fellow Hmong. And yes, there's stories about this one lake here in NC but I'll tell you guys about it later. I'll share one at a time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 05, 2009, 07:07:03 PM
Yea Hmong boy just drowned at local river here in Cali. My mom is so scared that she forbids us to go fishing anywhere. Well the thing is that  the hmong boy was a farmer and didn't know how to swim. He was also snorkling and probably drowned by swallowing water accidentally though the tube. Other thing is that he'd seen "Hmong witches" a few times already at his farm.....he told his parents and they accused him of lieing cause he was lazy and didn't want to work in the evening. So they never jingle bell for him and now they took him......Yea that day, he ditched farming and told his older bro to take him for a swim
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on September 06, 2009, 06:15:09 PM
That's what happened!, the old people always said that when someone claim they're seeing things. Don't ever let them go anywhere or do anything until the problem is solved. In my family we have codes, my mom always assure us kids to said "hey, I feel shy here" when ever we go fishing, haunting, camping, or swimming and see or notice something out of the ordinary. And if one of us use the code than the other should follow alone and said "okay, lets go to a different area" but than instead of going to another location, just head straight home to be safe. The reason of not describing what you saw than will keep everyone calm, and to said to go somewhere else will trick what ever it is to go and wait at that location and go home. I hope this make sense to some of you guys.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tokio on September 06, 2009, 11:33:40 PM
I've heard of that.  Like never saying lets go...meaning you're not only telling your friends/family to go but also any entity around you.  Rather just get up and leave or say you're going somewhere else.

For Cali people, have you guys heard this story.

About a year ago something happened to this distant cousin of ours in Cali.  They said him and his wife went fishing and caught a strange creature.  It was said to have arms and legs and didnt look like a fish.  I believe the story went that they let it go or something but 3 days later they both became very ill.  They died soon after.  After this story the OGs didnt want us fishing too much anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tokio on September 06, 2009, 11:39:49 PM
This story was about a guy and his family.  One day they went boating and fishing in at this one lake.  They were having their share of fun and what not.  So happens that they caught this carp (a kind of fish).  Well instead of letting it go, they decided to tie a milk carton onto the fish.  This impaired the carps ability to swim because it couldnt pull down the carton.  Well sadly enough, the fish drowned and died (yes fish can drown).  About a month or 2 later the same guy and 2 of this sons went back to the same lake.  Something happened to the boat causing it to flip over and they all drowned.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 07, 2009, 02:23:15 PM


About a year ago something happened to this distant cousin of ours in Cali.  They said him and his wife went fishing and caught a strange creature.  It was said to have arms and legs and didnt look like a fish.  I believe the story went that they let it go or something but 3 days later they both became very ill.  They died soon after.  After this story the OGs didnt want us fishing too much anymore.
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Never heard it but that's freaky ass hell.....


Well on our last day of camping......a ll the boys went for a swim. We were having lots of fun swinging from a rope tied to the bridge. Some guys aren't good swimmers so they ask us swingers if the water was deep. My cousin was hyper cause it was very fun ( Hmong guys talk slang when it's fun ) so he said, "Yes it's deep, there's even dragons". Right after he said that, we all just stared at him like, "OMG, you did not just say..."........He knew right then that he opened his mouth at the wrong time so he just stood there with his head down and nobody said anything until 15 seconds later.

Despite his mouth, we all kept on swimming cause the water was not that deep and there's not current. There girls came and join us and one of them had a little boy. Everyone was in one spot but all of a sudden, the little boy slipped on the slippery rocks and fell in. He was panicking and everyone saw it but only my closest cousin jumped in and got him. He is safe.....but yea just to say that keep your mouth shut like the OG's tell ya
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 07, 2009, 02:45:51 PM
Lol iPhone!  me too... sometimes.

Someone's been trying to take you.  I heard when we're sick, we're vulnerable.  Or that thing was making you sick at the time.  I heard of stories about them kidnapping lil kid's spirit that they like.  

My Aunt told me a story about a kid who passed away.  They held his funeral at either yuba city or marysville.  during that weekend a relative from sacramento was coming to his funeral.  on the way, this relative saw the boy sleeping on the side of the road.  the relative stopped, got out of his car.  he woke up the boy and told him (in hmong) "your parents told me you died and i'm on my way to attend your funeral."  the boy said that the two female pov ntxooj told him to hold a leaf and not to fall asleep.  the two pov ntxooj went to his funeral to get some food to eat.  well the boy fell asleep and he dropped the leaf.  this broke the invisibility spell.  at the same time, the boy's corpse at the funeral turned into a pig.   :o


How come I never heard of that one?  But when we were younger there was this out of control kid that lived down the street from where we live now.  He was always out riding his bike and stealing anything he can.  One day my dad was coming home from a funeral, he saw the kid lying on the sidewalk by the side of the road.  My dad just thought to himself why was that boy doing that in the middle of the day.  The following Sunday during Sunday school, my dad asked the boy why he was lying on the sidewalk that day.  The boy said he never done that and it couldn't have been him.  My dad didn't think much of it then a few months later the boy got hit by a car and died.  Weird!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 07, 2009, 03:10:04 PM
Yes. They have vertical eyes but they are open. People say that their eyes are red, but there not. It's just a dark color. When they walk. It's not like they gangster walkin or beboppin. Its a up and down kinda walk. I never really ask why I've seen it. All I know is that it didn't do anything to me. So why bother asking. Oh. After Brooklyn park, I moved in with friend in north mpls.

North Minneapolis is very spooky.  I used to live there with some friends and we had our share of ghostly experiences in the little house.  Some of them would get sit on.  Some of us would see shadows, usually huge Indian looking.  The dog is kept in the basement and sometimes he would bark and cry loudly as if he was getting beat up.  I heard someone brushing their teeth in the bathroom one night we just got off work.  I got home before the other guys did.  The bathroom door was open and the light was off.  But I could hear someone brushing their teeth.  One of my friend was playing video games in the living room.  He heard it too.  We both knew nobody else was in the house.  I went to stand by the bathroom door and listened.  Sure enough it was coming from in there.  Then I quickly took a peek and there was nobody but the brushing sound stopped.  Another incident there, my friend was sleeping on the couch.  He woke up and heard someone flipping thru pages of a book like they were reading right above his head.  He looked at the clock at the wall and it was almost 5 a.m. but he couldn't move.  He kept hearing the pages flipped though.  He tried really hard to move and when he finally did, the flipping of the pages stopped and there was no one there.  This same friend always gets sit on when he sleeps in the basement.  He said, the harder he tried to fight it, the more often it comes.  He works 2nd shift so he comes home pretty late.  One night he decided not fight it anymore.  He was tired from work and said, do what you got to do and get it over with.  After that, he doesn't get sit on anymore.  My friends were already living in the house before I went there.  They told me that when they first moved in, in the basement were these little teepees that hung all over the basement.  They tossed all of them out but there's one particular one that they didn't touch.  That one would move around by itself with nobody touching it.  One day it'll be in the corner.  The next day it would be in the center.  There were more incidents that happened in that house but we were young and stubborn.  It never really bothered us.  I guess we were more of a nuisance to them than they were to us.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 07, 2009, 08:14:01 PM
How come I never heard of that one?  But when we were younger there was this out of control kid that lived down the street from where we live now.  He was always out riding his bike and stealing anything he can.  One day my dad was coming home from a funeral, he saw the kid lying on the sidewalk by the side of the road.  My dad just thought to himself why was that boy doing that in the middle of the day.  The following Sunday during Sunday school, my dad asked the boy why he was lying on the sidewalk that day.  The boy said he never done that and it couldn't have been him.  My didn't think much of it then a few months later the boy got hit by a car and died.  Weird!


Freaky azz hell........I hope you don't live near Frog Town cause im gonna go live with my sister up there
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 08, 2009, 01:25:47 AM
No... I live in California...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 08, 2009, 02:58:07 PM
I mean the city where the haunting took place?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 08, 2009, 04:27:56 PM
It took place here in California.  In my opinion, there's hauntings everywhere.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 08, 2009, 05:01:27 PM
North Minneapolis is very spooky.  I used to live there with some friends and we had our share of ghostly experiences in the little house.  Some of them would get sit on.  Some of us would see shadows, usually huge Indian looking.  The dog is kept in the basement and sometimes he would bark and cry loudly as if he was getting beat up.  I heard someone brushing their teeth in the bathroom one night we just got off work.  I got home before the other guys did.  The bathroom door was open and the light was off.  But I could hear someone brushing their teeth.  One of my friend was playing video games in the living room.  He heard it too.  We both knew nobody else was in the house.  I went to stand by the bathroom door and listened.  Sure enough it was coming from in there.  Then I quickly took a peek and there was nobody but the brushing sound stopped.  Another incident there, my friend was sleeping on the couch.  He woke up and heard someone flipping thru pages of a book like they were reading right above his head.  He looked at the clock at the wall and it was almost 5 a.m. but he couldn't move.  He kept hearing the pages flipped though.  He tried really hard to move and when he finally did, the flipping of the pages stopped and there was no one there.  This same friend always gets sit on when he sleeps in the basement.  He said, the harder he tried to fight it, the more often it comes.  He works 2nd shift so he comes home pretty late.  One night he decided not fight it anymore.  He was tired from work and said, do what you got to do and get it over with.  After that, he doesn't get sit on anymore.  My friends were already living in the house before I went there.  They told me that when they first moved in, in the basement were these little teepees that hung all over the basement.  They tossed all of them out but there's one particular one that they didn't touch.  That one would move around by itself with nobody touching it.  One day it'll be in the corner.  The next day it would be in the center.  There were more incidents that happened in that house but we were young and stubborn.  It never really bothered us.  I guess we were more of a nuisance to them than they were to us.   ;D

hey! That was us. Remember when you ran into the livinroom with a spoon in your month. Lol! And I looked at you. Remember when I got up and start yelling at Tony when i was getting squash. Yeh you know?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 08, 2009, 08:08:02 PM
 :2funny:  You know there's more of us lurking on this site than you think...   :2funny:  Try to figure out everyone...  Remember when I saw the Indian shadow in the bathroom.  That shit was no joke.  I ran to the living room with the spoon in my mouth because I was by the sink and I looked out the window.  There was a reflection of someone walking right behind me but it was the figure of a lady.  The hair on my head and neck stood up so I jumped all the way to the living room and was standing on the couch.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 08, 2009, 08:25:07 PM
WhiteBoy, does your little ghost buddy still come in your dreams and help you?  :D  We have a lot of stories because when we were younger, we were rowdy and always out.  Some of the experiences were unexplainable but I guess like the old folks say, peb siab loj so they could never get to us.  I know I have a guardian angel.  It's hard to explain, you just know it.  There's evil spirits too, that's always willing to test you and your faith.  I'm a Christian.  One time I was sleeping in my room, suddenly I heard a voice that said, "Koj puas ntseeg hais tias qhov no yog power?"  It didn't feel like a dream either.  I was thinking to myself, who the hell would say that.  I answered, "What do you mean?"  Suddenly, I felt someone's knee pressing on my bed and then a hand covering my mouth.  The fingers were long and the fingernail was long.  I knew this was probably an evil spirit.  I bit the hand really hard and woke up instantly.  I didn't see anything but the dogs outside were barking.  I felt a little chill then just went back to sleep like nothing happened.  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 08, 2009, 08:52:54 PM
Like for me... My mother in law had a dream that a cat is alwase watching me. I don't know for what . But every morning (550am) there's alwase a cat crossing my path.

The cat could be your ghost buddy in your dreams.  The little kid, remember?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 08, 2009, 10:01:01 PM
WhiteBoy, does your little ghost buddy still come in your dreams and help you?  :D  We have a lot of stories because when we were younger, we were rowdy and always out.  Some of the experiences were unexplainable but I guess like the old folks say, peb siab loj so they could never get to us.  I know I have a guardian angel.  It's hard to explain, you just know it.  There's evil spirits too, that's always willing to test you and your faith.  I'm a Christian.  One time I was sleeping in my room, suddenly I heard a voice that said, "Koj puas ntseeg hais tias qhov no yog power?"  It didn't feel like a dream either.  I was thinking to myself, who the hell would say that.  I answered, "What do you mean?"  Suddenly, I felt someone's knee pressing on my bed and then a hand covering my mouth.  The fingers were long and the fingernail was long.  I knew this was probably an evil spirit.  I bit the hand really hard and woke up instantly.  I didn't see anything but the dogs outside were barking.  I felt a little chill then just went back to sleep like nothing happened.  :D


Damm freaky shitz happened to you....I wanna hear more.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 08, 2009, 11:20:07 PM
The cat could be your ghost buddy in your dreams.  The little kid, remember?

I don't get it anymore after the chicken with no tail. It stop completely. I go to church now also and reside here in the south sac.  The church people just came and did a blessing for my son and daugther this past Sunday. That cat always cross my path every morning around 6 in the morning. I lost that kid I moved back from mpls. Especially that old man that follow me home. It scares me the most. The kid just plays around and wants me to go play with him. I had this one dream when I was Brooklyn park. The old man was chasing me inside the house (the house in Brookline park) I got scare and ran outside and the kid was on top of the tree growling like a big cat (tiger lion etc) I woke up and got sit on.

That old man almost killed me once. I had a dream my uncle and I went swimming at this one river. Other people was swimming on the other banks and we were on the other side of the river.  I was floating in the water. All of a sudden, something pulled me in. I try to swim up but couldn't. I looked down and ther it was and old man, pulling me down, I told myself to wake up, but when I woke up, my eyes rolled back and grasping for air. All I remember was white out, my room, white out, my room. all I did was try to concentrate on the night light. When I snap out of it I woke up sweating.

Here how that old man follow me home. I work the second shift. (tha time time I didn't know how to drive yet) 1230am was the time I get off. My uncle didn't pick me from work so I walk like a almost good ten miles home. I have to walk past these woods. I got scared and ran. When I got to the shopping center I stop. But on 252 there was a little girl that got ran over on that interstate. (little white cross on the middle of the interstate) when I got there I ran. When I got home, I try to open the screen door. It turns but won't open. I went through the the garage door, using a flat to open my way in, turn the door but won't open. So I just bang on the door. My uncle woke up and open the door. That night, I had a dream me and my friend went up this hill. We saw a grave and I was throwing rocks at it. My friend me not to do that do that so I stop. We came down and it was the city. Some hmong people was doing a funeral (the old way in Laos where they carried the dead on top of this thing) they carried it to the hearse. The old man got up and chase after me. I got home and was scared. I open the door to the garage, and my uncle and aunt was pulling him from the back trunk and threw him on the ground. It got up and grab me. I woke up and got sqaush. That morning, me and uncle went to the bank, we came back home, so I went down stairs to use the rest room. I looked at the bathroom door and I remember I left it open so all the smoke could go out. I thought to myself 'hey I left it open. Why is it closed? I open it and a black shadow flew by me. I'll tell how the kids follow me home later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 08, 2009, 11:56:16 PM
I've heard of that.  Like never saying lets go...meaning you're not only telling your friends/family to go but also any entity around you.  Rather just get up and leave or say you're going somewhere else.

For Cali people, have you guys heard this story.

About a year ago something happened to this distant cousin of ours in Cali.  They said him and his wife went fishing and caught a strange creature.  It was said to have arms and legs and didnt look like a fish.  I believe the story went that they let it go or something but 3 days later they both became very ill.  They died soon after.  After this story the OGs didnt want us fishing too much anymore.


Yeah I heard of that one. They my wife cousins. They live in nevada. From what my father in laws says 'they went fishing and they hadn't caught Nything all dAy so when they caught those fishes they wanted to let them go but since they didn't cAtch anything all day they took it home and Cookd it n Ate it. Then they both got critIcAl condition sick. It was sad his wife had passed away but he is still alive still very sick.  Sad sad never tAke a strange looking fish home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 09, 2009, 12:53:11 AM
damm Whiteboy, you are haunted for life.......You must be very sensitive to the other side. Are ya still having paranormal experiences? Well keep the stories coming, im bored
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 09, 2009, 01:27:05 AM
Whiteboy, remember one time in North Minneapolis a girl called me around 3 a.m. and told me that she was a couple of blocks down and wanted to see me?  I didn't want to talk to her cause I didn't know who she was so I let some of the other guys talk to her.  She was a strange character.  I got spooked because a couple of blocks down was the cemetery.  That was the first and last time she called.  ;D 

Personally, I don't think I have the ability to see things all the time.  I've seen them before but I tend to block it out of my mind and not think much about it.  The 6th senses runs deep in my family's roots but we're Christians.  My dad sees things all the time, ever since he was a kid.  He has lots of stories.  My mom's 6th senses are her dreams and visions.  She gets premonitions.  Me and my brother was always out doing our own thing that nobody knew about.  But my mom knew about our businesses as if she was there with us.  Her descriptions of certain incidents are so vivid that it was impossible for her to know so much details.  One of my sister use to cry cause she sees things during the day when we were kids.  We use to always make fun of her and called her crazy or stupid cause we don't see what she sees.  I don't know if she still does.

Chingy, we've got plenty of stories so we'll try to keep them coming...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 09, 2009, 01:49:05 AM
Like for me... My mother in law had a dream that a cat is alwase watching me. I don't know for what . But every morning (550am) there's alwase a cat crossing my path.

You want me to kill that cat for you?   ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 09, 2009, 11:46:05 AM
You want me to kill that cat for you?   ::)

no...I don't live there anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 09, 2009, 11:56:28 AM
Whiteboy, remember one time in North Minneapolis a girl called me around 3 a.m. and told me that she was a couple of blocks down and wanted to see me?  I didn't want to talk to her cause I didn't know who she was so I let some of the other guys talk to her.  She was a strange character.  I got spooked because a couple of blocks down was the cemetery.  That was the first and last time she called.  ;D 

Personally, I don't think I have the ability to see things all the time.  I've seen them before but I tend to block it out of my mind and not think much about it.  The 6th senses runs deep in my family's roots but we're Christians.  My dad sees things all the time, ever since he was a kid.  He has lots of stories.  My mom's 6th senses are her dreams and visions.  She gets premonitions.  Me and my brother was always out doing our own thing that nobody knew about.  But my mom knew about our businesses as if she was there with us.  Her descriptions of certain incidents are so vivid that it was impossible for her to know so much details.  One of my sister use to cry cause she sees things during the day when we were kids.  We use to always make fun of her and called her crazy or stupid cause we don't see what she sees.  I don't know if she still does.

Chingy, we've got plenty of stories so we'll try to keep them coming...

I remember that. I think we be going out, and staying out to late. Girls here and there almost every weekend. Something mustve follow you home. Like John cheng, his wife goes clubbing all the time and it followed her home. When he's not there things happens around the house. Like cups flying across room. He's mom told my grandma to look why it's happen. My grandma did her thing and she said that he's wife goes out late and something followed her home.

Like that kid follow me home to Brooklyn park. I'll tell what happen I'm at work.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 09, 2009, 02:15:26 PM
Mizsta........ you don't happen to live in Sac do ya? Cause I know some guys who match your description of how their mom knows what they're up to
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on September 09, 2009, 02:29:43 PM
man! as scared as i am about reading stuff like this, i'm a little addicted to reading it. hahahaha..

keep them coming!!!

one thing, too. N. Mpls is one scary area! even during the day it's kind of eerie.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 09, 2009, 03:41:33 PM
Chingy, I don't live in Sac.

Whiteboy, whatever that tried to follow me home probably ended up with a broken heart cause they couldn't find me anymore.  At least I wasn't the one that picked up a strange ghost girl.   ;D  You'll remember this one.  I had a friend named All-Star.  One day, some random girl called him out of the blues and wanted him to pick her up.  He asked her how she got his number and she told him that she got it from another one of our friends named Jerry.  Instead of verifying it with Jerry first, All-Star decided to go pick up this chick.  It was a rainy day.  Once he picked her up, he felt that she was a strange character.  He never saw her whole face, only the side of it cause when she got in the car, she kept facing at an angle to the outside.  He knew what he got himself into, so he tried to make so many excuses to leave her but she kept refusing.  In the end, she finally gave in and told him where to drop her off.  It was across the street from a cemetery.  Once she got out, he took off.  He came back and told us the story of what happened.  Then he asked Jerry about the girl, Jerry had no clue about any girl like that.  I didn't think much of this story until years gone by and me and Jerry started living together for a while.  I'd come home around 3 a.m. or 4 a.m. from work and all the lights would be left on, including the television.  I'd ask him in the morning why he doesn't turn off the lights, he'd just ignore the question.  A few days later I saw him setting up peach seeds and peach branches all over his bedroom.  Then he told me that he keeps getting sit on at night.  I asked him how long this has been going on.  He said ever since he was incarcerated.  When he was locked up, he'd hear the rattling of key chains and it'll wake him up instantly but he won't be able to move.  He just thinks to himself, "F.uck!  I'm getting sit on again."  He wrote and told his elders about it.  They advised him to curse the thing really bad so it'll leave with a broken heart and never come back again.  He did as he was told and he heard the tsog sniffling like it was crying.  He told me it happened so much, he wasn't afraid of it.  He was just tired of getting sit on.   ;D  One time he was sitting on his bunk, he heard the rattling of the key chains, then he felt somebody wrapped their arms around him like he was a teddy bear.  This lasted a few minutes.  He flew back to California and had one of our friends' grandfather do the jingle bell on him and after the ceremony he was asked if he had a girlfriend in the past that loved him very much.  Jerry said, no!  The shaman told him that this lady spirit was infatuated with him and it won't be easy getting rid of it.  It could've been a lover from a previous life.  Going back to what All-Star picked up in St. Paul, it was probably the same lady spirit wanting to see Jerry but All-Star was smart enough not to bring her to meet the guys.  The thing about this lady spirit is, she doesn't have any problems with me while we lived together.  Maybe because I was a Christian and I didn't care about her.  But some of the younger guys that use to come over and hang out was scared shitless.   ;D  One kid was sleeping in Jerry's room while the rest of us was hanging out in the basement.  I ran back upstairs to grab something from my room and when I walked past Jerry's room, I saw him sitting there with his eyes wide away.  I asked him, "What's wrong with you?"  He's said, "Did someone wake him up? " Cause he felt a hard slap and he woke up but saw nobody.  I was teasing him, "No, maybe it's just Jerry's invisible lady friend."  They all knew about it.  He got scared and went down in the basement.  Anybody that slept in Jerry's bed would get sit on.  Every girl that tries to get close with Jerry will feel the wrath.  His girlfriend at the time we were living together was choked many times but she continues to fight against it even though she gets whipped every time.  She'll take a nap during the day and we'll see her move around struggling.  We never wake her up, we'll just sit there and watch.  Jerry would say, "Look at Mai.  She's getting sit on right now and she's battling the thing."  We'd both laugh and when she snaps out of it, she'll yell at us for not helping.   :2funny:  The thing about Jerry's lady friend is that he can control her for some reason.  I guess, she obeys him out of love.  One time, some little girl was over with his girlfriend and it was annoying the shit out of us so Jerry said to her jokingly, "Ib tsam koj mag tsuam li lawm os."  The next time we saw her again, she said to us, "You guys are mean!  When I tried to go sleep that night, something came and sat on me."  She never annoyed us again.

Here's another one...  Back in the days, there was this group of housing duplexes that Whiteboy's family use to live at.  There were lots of Hmong families that lived in those duplexes since the late-80's.  However, near the entrance there's one particular one that nobody lives in.  The manager boarded up the windows.  Me and my friends used to break in and chill in there just kicking it.  The rumor around town was that it was haunted, reason for nobody wanting to live there.  One day while kicking there, one of my friends got up and silently walked out while we were in the middle of something, another one of my friend did the same thing and follow the first one out.  Nobody asked any questions or said anything and everyone got up and left.  Once we left that place, the two friends was like, "Didn't you guys hear that back at the place?"  We didn't hear anything.  They both said they heard somebody playing the qeej right behind them.  Since that day, we never went back to that room again.  Whiteboy should be able to elaborate more on this.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 09, 2009, 03:56:58 PM
Mizsta.....im just asking cuse I have a cousin in Sac name Bee, he knows someone named Jerry, and they have two friends (Brothers) that have a psychic mom.


This one time, they all went out to the lake, then my cousin was messing around and said, "This lake is huge and deep, there's probably dragons." They all told him to shut up. When they came home, nobody mentioned it to their mom but she had a dream that a dragon came to her and told her that her boys and their freinds were messing around at her lake. The next morning she confronted her sons about the incident.


She's very good at her natural gifts. The dead come knocking on her door every now and then, to deliver her a message to their families. She trained with the Buddhist Monks that's why she knows a lot of things that hmong Shamans don't know how to fix. That's why I asked if you were one of those two borthers..


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on September 09, 2009, 04:04:46 PM
Great stories keep'em comin.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 14, 2009, 09:49:56 PM
Here's what happen when the kid followed me there. When I got there in mm, I was up stair going through my bags. My cousins left with their mom to the store. My uncle went down stairs to check on the laundry. As I was going through my stuff. A dark figure kid walked in through the front door. I thought it was my cousin so I looked. It looked at me, turn the corner to the back door. Uncle came up the stairs and it just faded away. That night I had a dream. Me and my friends was driving somewhere. I was in the back of the driver side. All of a sudden a kid jump up on my window. It scared me, so I jump to the back passenger side where my friend is sitting. I told them that there a ghost by the window. My friend just laugh. I looked and it was sitting there already, I just decided to punch it. That first hit I took. It grab my arms and like I said before, super cold. All I felt was the coldness and then I black out that instance. I remember, seeing total darkness only and wandering around. I saw a light and I just followed it. When I got to the light. I walk in. In there I saw people wandering like they lost. All I did was stood there. Then a bright dude came to me with a book in his hand and ask me what's my name, how I got there. I told hiM my name and don't know how I got there. He said it not my time yet and I still got a very long time to got and that he'll take me back. So I woke up. I couldn't move cause my whole body was cold and tingly. I got up when that tingly thong went away. Went up stairs and my uncle just said 'damn, you sleep for a long time' I ask him what time was it. He just said that I sleep for one whole day and night. And that it 12 noon already. So basicly I woke up the day after tomorrow. All I can say is. Wandering in total darkness is like this. You have no feelings. You don't think about what's going on. You only see what's in front of you, which you don't and just keep on walking. You don't feel tire. All I can say is that it's very peaceful. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on September 14, 2009, 10:30:00 PM
hmmm?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 15, 2009, 02:26:10 AM
Man, i never knew they can take you in your dreams. Like Freddy
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 15, 2009, 04:35:39 AM
Those tsog creatures are as solid as you and me.  A lot of my friends have fought with them and once you actually throw one to the ground, whatever solid objects you have laying on the floor will move once hit by the tsog.  The weird thing about it is, you still feel like you were in a dreamy state of mind when all the commotion is happening.  But when you look on the floor and see that your materials have been scattered, it's reassuring that whatever took place is real and not a dream.   :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on September 15, 2009, 06:05:04 AM
Those tsog creatures are as solid as you and me.  A lot of my friends have fought with them and once you actually throw one to the ground, whatever solid objects you have laying on the floor will move once hit by the tsog.  The weird thing about it is, you still feel like you were in a dreamy state of mind when all the commotion is happening.  But when you look on the floor and see that your materials have been scattered, it's reassuring that whatever took place is real and not a dream.   :)

You should've seen my bedroom.  I had guns, knives, a samurai sword, seeds by my pillow...  It helps me sleep at night.   :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 15, 2009, 11:01:06 AM
You should've seen my bedroom.  I had guns, knives, a samurai sword, seeds by my pillow...  It helps me sleep at night.   :)

 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on September 15, 2009, 11:05:26 AM
:o
Oh that's nothing...  You should see my bed on myspace with...  :-X   8)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 15, 2009, 11:14:32 AM
Oh that's nothing...  You should see my bed on myspace with...  :-X   8)

hey remember the ghost stories of dalewood? ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 15, 2009, 02:47:15 PM
hey remember the ghost stories of dalewood? ;D
Dalewood ghost stories?  Please share...  Ib Thiab Neej, The Little One sleeps like that so does his younger brother.  They told me it all started out when they were small children and living in Fresno.  One day while their dad was out hunting and their mom was somewhere else, it was just the two of them left in the house.  Right when the sun started setting, they saw a person standing outside of the house staring in thru the window and looking at them.  They knew it wasn't human.  They said it had streaks of blood dripping down it's face.  Ever since then, they've always been sensitive to the other side.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 15, 2009, 03:49:41 PM
hi everyone... I was looking for ghost stories and this thread has some of the best stories I've ever heard... well let me share some of my experience you know that thing "tsog" well everyone always say they can see it and it's a dark shadowy color. but as you can see I've gotten sit on before and I've never seen it. all I know is that when it comes Im really really sleepy and it occurs when I think it's coming and get scare of it. but I've never ever seen it before. in my stages of when it's sitting on me I can feel it on my belly moving tingly feeling and that's about it. I've never seen it I wonder why?? in my dreamy state I can see my whole room but I can't move, I have no control over it unless I use all my might to twist my neck, and that's when it'll get off of me. btw Im married and when my husband is sleeping with me I never get sit on. but once he get's up in the morning to go to work I get sit on. I don't know why? but I think it senses my scaredness. before I got married I've never gotten sit on until I married my husband. I think it's his tsog that sit on me because he told me that it would sit on him all the time way before he met me and he said when it comes he can see it. well I got more to tell but I'll tell later....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 15, 2009, 04:15:41 PM
Mizsta_EZ,

I don't know how exactly they go now but damn those were some scary azz ghost stories and I do believe that street is haunted... I know that a lot of people seem to die from that street.. It's one death after another.....

The one I can remember is something about this old lady in a wheelchair who lived on dalewood... She was killed by her kids or something... At night people say they hear her dragging her wheelchair along the street crying out a name.. Not sure whose name.  ;D Other stories like people see dead people in hmong clothing at night.....

My stepmom told me once she heard people mourning in the backyard.. Next thing she heard, someone died.. I guess there's a saying that if you hear mourning when there's no death, it means someone is gonna die soon.

Dreamland, I never heard of Tsog until I married my husband.. Apparently it happens a lot in his family.The only time I experienced it was when I was preg with my second and third child. But it happen more with my third child.. Let me tell you.. Those tsog are freaking smart.  ;D or i think they are smart only.  They are soo smart that it doesn't come into my dream until my husband leave.... Right after he leaves then it comes... I used to be so scared that I slept in between my girls so the freaking Tsog won’t come on to me but the freaking shyt jump right over them to sit on me.... I think I catch my tsog from a place close to my parent's house.. There's this small state park there that everytime I drive thru the back road, it's always pitch black and the road is very very curvy... I can remember one time my daughter asked me to take her home while we were at my parents. I said to her that it wasn't dark yet. She said "mommy, we have to leave now because I dont' want to go thru that road at night time." I asked her why. She said because there's something scary there.  :o  She said everytime we pass that place, she closes her eye…. After that day, that's when I start experience the Tsog....  But i killed it in my dream.. lol I think I did. cause I can remember how I wring it’s neck until it shrink so small it pop like a balloon.  And ever since everyone else moved out of the house I have no scary feelings.. I think everyone else took their tsog with them. ;D



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on September 15, 2009, 09:19:42 PM
Mizsta_EZ,

I don't know how exactly they go now but damn those were some scary azz ghost stories and I do believe that street is haunted... I know that a lot of people seem to die from that street.. It's one death after another.....

The one I can remember is something about this old lady in a wheelchair who lived on dalewood... She was killed by her kids or something... At night people say they hear her dragging her wheelchair along the street crying out a name.. Not sure whose name.  ;D Other stories like people see dead people in hmong clothing at night.....

Whatever!   ;D The only guy that got killed was some meka punk that was vandalizing hmong pple's cars.  Quit exposing locations on here!  >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 16, 2009, 01:53:40 AM
Whatever!   ;D The only guy that got killed was some meka punk that was vandalizing hmong pple's cars.  Quit exposing locations on here!  >:(
:o   :tickedoff:  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tokio on September 16, 2009, 08:25:40 AM
Man, i never knew they can take you in your dreams. Like Freddy

I heard a wierd story that Freddy was actually inspired by true events.  Wes Craven the writer read about a story about a family in southeast asia that had members who would go to sleep perfectly healthy and just die the next day.  There was said to be a entity around that family that attacts them at night.  Well, somehow the kids came the US after their parents died but they wouldnt go to sleep because they didnt want to die.  So some scientist or something put them under observation to go to sleep.  The next day they all died.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on September 16, 2009, 09:07:39 AM
But i killed it in my dream.. lol I think I did. cause I can remember how I wring it’s neck until it shrink so small it pop like a balloon.  And ever since everyone else moved out of the house I have no scary feelings.. I think everyone else took their tsog with them. ;D





 ;D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 16, 2009, 09:32:32 AM
Whatever!   ;D The only guy that got killed was some meka punk that was vandalizing hmong pple's cars.  Quit exposing locations on here!  >:(

that's what the kids of dalewood told me when I first moved there. LOL ;D Those scared the heck out of me that when night falls I run home cause the duplex I lived in had gates that were lock at night. ;D The lady that they said got killed was K-do and lived in that old small house at the corner.. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 16, 2009, 12:12:21 PM
Those tsog creatures are as solid as you and me.  A lot of my friends have fought with them and once you actually throw one to the ground, whatever solid objects you have laying on the floor will move once hit by the tsog.  The weird thing about it is, you still feel like you were in a dreamy state of mind when all the commotion is happening.  But when you look on the floor and see that your materials have been scattered, it's reassuring that whatever took place is real and not a dream.   :)



So they know when exactly to appear....they only come when there are no camera's set up, nobody around......we need to catch one on video.....thou gh it proves impossible
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babieboitj on September 16, 2009, 01:42:21 PM
Dalewood ghost stories?  Please share...  Ib Thiab Neej, The Little One sleeps like that so does his younger brother.  They told me it all started out when they were small children and living in Fresno.  One day while their dad was out hunting and their mom was somewhere else, it was just the two of them left in the house.  Right when the sun started setting, they saw a person standing outside of the house staring in thru the window and looking at them.  They knew it wasn't human.  They said it had streaks of blood dripping down it's face.  Ever since then, they've always been sensitive to the other side.

hey bro share some of your ganoi's experiences... .hahaha....you new on the site?..later..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 16, 2009, 03:17:53 PM
Mizsta_EZ,

I don't know how exactly they go now but damn those were some scary azz ghost stories and I do believe that street is haunted... I know that a lot of people seem to die from that street.. It's one death after another.....

The one I can remember is something about this old lady in a wheelchair who lived on dalewood... She was killed by her kids or something... At night people say they hear her dragging her wheelchair along the street crying out a name.. Not sure whose name.  ;D Other stories like people see dead people in hmong clothing at night.....

My stepmom told me once she heard people mourning in the backyard.. Next thing she heard, someone died.. I guess there's a saying that if you hear mourning when there's no death, it means someone is gonna die soon.

Dreamland, I never heard of Tsog until I married my husband.. Apparently it happens a lot in his family.The only time I experienced it was when I was preg with my second and third child. But it happen more with my third child.. Let me tell you.. Those tsog are freaking smart.  ;D or i think they are smart only.  They are soo smart that it doesn't come into my dream until my husband leave.... Right after he leaves then it comes... I used to be so scared that I slept in between my girls so the freaking Tsog won’t come on to me but the freaking shyt jump right over them to sit on me.... I think I catch my tsog from a place close to my parent's house.. There's this small state park there that everytime I drive thru the back road, it's always pitch black and the road is very very curvy... I can remember one time my daughter asked me to take her home while we were at my parents. I said to her that it wasn't dark yet. She said "mommy, we have to leave now because I dont' want to go thru that road at night time." I asked her why. She said because there's something scary there.  :o  She said everytime we pass that place, she closes her eye…. After that day, that's when I start experience the Tsog....  But i killed it in my dream.. lol I think I did. cause I can remember how I wring it’s neck until it shrink so small it pop like a balloon.  And ever since everyone else moved out of the house I have no scary feelings.. I think everyone else took their tsog with them. ;D








hey I think it's really weird and true like you say they're really smart... whenever it sit on me I can't move at all and sometimes when I try so hard to wake myself up it would trick me getting off of me for 3 sec but Im still caught up in it's state of dreaming it felt so real. when I took a look around Im like am i awake??? then all of sudden i can feel the thing on me again. then that's when I'll realize that it trick me to be clam and just comes right back at me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 16, 2009, 03:22:47 PM
have anyone heard the story about the mother who kill her 6 kids back in the 98 99?? o well I only know a little bit about it, they live in mcdonald homes in stp mn well my cousin lives there she said that when you go past there you can hear like stuff but Im not so sure. if anyone know the story then please share...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on September 16, 2009, 08:23:21 PM
that's what the kids of dalewood told me when I first moved there. LOL ;D Those scared the heck out of me that when night falls I run home cause the duplex I lived in had gates that were lock at night. ;D The lady that they said got killed was K-do and lived in that old small house at the corner.. ;D

They still live there.   ;D  -but that didn't happen. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 16, 2009, 08:30:41 PM
They still live there.   ;D  -but that didn't happen. 

Really.... it was zong and her cousins who told me that story. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on September 17, 2009, 12:14:40 AM
Dang Mizsta Ez that's hella wrong letting Mai get beat by the tsog!  >:D >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: blablablablabla on September 17, 2009, 12:36:37 PM
 ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 17, 2009, 01:26:55 PM
here's a story...

I use to live in the project homes in eastside stp well our apt was like a side by side with these hmong family. they were really nice people it's just that their dad was an alcoholic. he would drink everyday and find every possible way to drink. he also landed himself in the hospital sevrel times because of too much alcohol. when he's not drunk he's a very nice guy though. but I think he has a problem with his past or something I'm not sure. sometimes he would knock on our door and would come in look around would be like "o sorry I came to the wrong house" even though that's not the first time he still continues to do so. but we didn't mind we just thought he was a little crazy. and here comes the story about him. that day I remember it very clearly... my mom, my sister and I were at home just doing nothing I just got back from school (note: this happen about 4-5 years ago) it was about 3 30 or about so. we heard panicking, rushing, and lots of noise coming from their side of the apt. I didn't think much of it until my mom said "what's making all the commotion over there??" then I got curious so I went out side to check it out. I saw they're 2nd oldest son rush out the door into his car and he looked like he's was crying. my mom was like what's going on let's go to their apt to see what's going on. so me and my younger sister followed my mom into their apt. and we saw 4th youngest son by the corner crying and the 3rd youngest son sitting down by the wall all scared and quiet. we ask the 4th youngest what happened and he said that his dad collapsed in their parents room and that he may be dead. he said his 2nd oldest bro went to pick his mom from the garden. and then when I turn around I saw the 2nd daughter came in. she just came back from school when she heard the news she rush to the parents room and started crying like crazy her dad was on the ground dead and she keeps on crying patting on his shoulder and I was sitting next to her trying to comfort her. she was just crying on my shoulder it was such a tragic just the day before their dad was just talking happily with me. then all of sudden he's gone. when the mother and the 2nd son gets back they rush up the room where the paramedics arrive and said there's nothing they can do to help because he's been dead for a few hours already when the 2nd daughter heard that she crys loudly like she was crazy and sat on the ground by herself. when her friend arrive (she was gonna go out right after school but decided to come home first, so her friend was to come pick her up) she couldn't explain but cry horribly. all they're ralatives came and they mourn in the house until the paramedics took him away.

my grandma said that before he died like a week before. he went to help out at a funeral and he was the drummer. while he was drumming he saw a poj nxoog. but the poj nxoog looked really weird it had very long blond hair, it's short and wears a white gown. it was standing underneath the drum staring at him. that's when he saw her and poob plig. he stopped drumming and walked away but it follow him. they said that the whole crowed that's siting out there saw it. but some said they didn't see it. the qeeb person also encounter the poj nxoog too there was this other guy that saw it too. after that night the person that saw it and the qeeb person got really sick and they have to do the shamen thing for them and they both survive. well my nieghbor's dad was alrite but he didn't tell anyone about the incident until a week later and they were thinking about doing the shamen thing but it was too late Im guessing.

well on his funeral we show up for respect. I walk over to the mother which she was mourning next to her deceased husband she said something that scare the heck outta me in hmong though " why do you look so sad, just this morning you look all happy like you really wanted to leave me, now your facial expression has changed to a frown crying like you don't want to leave. when you were still living you always tell me that you hate me so now that your going, don't come back and put a smile on your face." she rub her husband's forehead and says the same thing over and over again. atmostfair didn't feel right cause it was really cold in there and it's not suppose to be that cold because there are alot of people in there it was crowed actually. so I went outside for fresh air. and never went back inside until my parents come out and was like let's go home.
so yeah enjoy the story....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 17, 2009, 01:37:42 PM
yeah after the dad past away my neighbor said that something's always making noise in the kitchen and it's very loud it wakes up the whole family but the thing is we didn't hear anything. I know that the walls between us was very sensitive because during the daytime we can hear them talk and we can hear them cook. but at night they say that there were loud noises going on but we did not hear any of it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 17, 2009, 02:37:02 PM
ok here's another story...

my cousin's cousin's little daughter name natalie at the age of 2 1/2. she can see ghost maybe because she didn't lose her baby teeth yet. but anyways one night when they took her to one of her aunts house because the parents needs someone to baby sit her while they're going out. well that night she kept staring out the widow (note it was during winter time) there were lots kids in that house too btw. so the aunt was rocking her baby to sleep and had just put her away in the room down the hall while natalie came to her and said " koj puas pom poj dab na?(did you see monster how ever you call it) the aunt didn't think much of it and was like " es koj pom los??(you saw it)" and natalie was like " ua cas nej tsis qeb qhov rooj rau nws na?(why don't you open the door for her)" then the aunt was like "you saw her outside the window" and natalie point to the window and siad "she's knocking on the window" the aunt thought she was lying because she didn't see anyhing. she the ask her " so you said you see this lady so how does she look like??" then all of sudden the door bell rings and she got scare but open it anyways it was her husband and natalie said that the lady follow right in. she then describe how the lady looks like "she has two braded hair that comes down to her shouder and was touching one of them smiling at me and she has blood all over her mouth and she had on a white gown" (she put her finger underneath her eyes and widen them showing her aunt how the lady looked like.) the aunt got freaked out and ask where did the lady go? natalie said "she went down the hall to your baby's room." then aunt rush down to her baby's room and heard the baby cry loudly like the baby was scare of somthing. she was so scare she didn't ask natalie any Q's after that...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 17, 2009, 06:04:10 PM
ok this story is about my uncle and his wife it happen like 9 years ago (I was like 11 or 12), well anyways his wife was cheating on him with this white dude or something and he talk to her about it and I guess nothing was solve so he pull out his gun and kill both of them that night. mimi was their 2nd daughter she had snuck out of her window and sneak back in and saw the scene. tell later.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ahlue on September 17, 2009, 06:07:27 PM
man a lot of good stories here lol i've been reading them on / off for like 3 days now ahah cause i got school and work and they scared the ba-jebees outta me at night =P....but yeah this brings back memories of me back when  i use to live in Merced well here's a story, a personal experience its what i remember and what my parents and grandparents told me.......


Back in 97-98 in merced my family lived in a 2 bedroom house right there on kelly street by a big open field that was full of nothing but tall grass and a couple of old trees...well i've always played in that field with the hmong kids that lived in the apartments and around the block and nothing ever happend you know...but there was this one time we where out there playing tag in the middle of the day, as a kid i always ran faster than all the other kids so by the time the kid finished counting i was close to the other side of the field waiting for him to try and come catch me....well when i got close the the fence it kinda of just moved further away and when i look back the kids i was playing with kept getting futher too.....so i stopped and looked around me and everything just seemed too bright like someone flipped on the extra bright switch by that time i was scared and started running back home cause being only 9 and not knowing what was happening it sorta freaked me out....when i got back they were like hey where did you go we saw you running and then you just dissappered we weren't playing hide and seek you know...and i was like what you do mean ? i was standing over there watching you and i pointed to the far side of the field but everyone just kept saying they didn't see me there cause they started looking for me cause i was the last person that they need to tag...well that night i was sleeping  with my lil brothers in the living room cause my parents sleep in one of the bedrooms and my grandparents where sleeping in the other i saw the moon light and this shadow on the ground it looked like it was playing yo-yo cause one of its hands kept going up and down and i was like wth ?? i thought it was one of the kids trying to tell me they stilll wanted to play tag or something so i got up and went to the window put a chair up to it cause i was too short to see over it....and there was no one there so being a kid as i was i opend the window and ask in hmong who was there and saw something move in corner of the house at first i thought it was my friend ...well it didn't say anything so i told it that my parents didn't like me playing out late at night anymore so i would play with him tomorrow and that night i kept hearing someone bang on the wall where i slept next to but i feel asleep anyways... well the next day i was racing my friend to see who can run the fastest we rann pass that side of the wall where i heard the banging and for some werid reason i slipped sideways and fractured my left collar bone and dislocated my left shoudler....we ll after i went to the hospital and everything i got really sick so my parents did a ua neeb thing for me and the shaman said that there was a dab that wanted to take me as its son because i went into its house and that i stayed there for more than a day....well they asked me if i went anywhere far away from home and i told them the only place i when to was to the other side of that field so the shaman did that retracing ceremony and i took them to where i was running but the thing was i didn't remeber any of the things i saw there....after like 2 min of walking i didn't stop yet and they asked me if i was just lying i told them crying that i dont remember coming this far and that i only ran untill i saw the fence well the fence was still a long way away where they stopped to ask me the shaman guy was like this place is very bad i can feel someone or something very old here so they did their offering thing where we stopped and the shaman guy picked up this rock and put it in a cup tied it with a piece of cloth and gave it to my parents saying that never to lose it cause if they ever lose it i would never come back home...and after that i got better and we moved out of merced and 11 years later i joined the NAVY but even now my parents still have that cup with a rock in it next the the family Xwm Kab.....

yeah sorrie its kinda long but  thats the only thing peranormal thats ever happend to me... but i count my blessings everyday *knocks on wood*
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 17, 2009, 07:19:08 PM
Dang Mizsta Ez that's hella wrong letting Mai get beat by the tsog!  >:D >:(
Old folks always told us not to wake that person up when it happens or they can lose their soul...  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 18, 2009, 01:50:05 AM
 
   
     Back around 1999, we had a chance to get away from the Hmong apartments and rented our own house. We knew the kids who used to live there and their older brothers were gang bangers. Being our first house, we were very excited especially cause it had an upstairs. Well we were not sacred of the up stairs when we first moved there and were already picking rooms upstairs but when we really started living there, nobody even went upstairs cause it feels very spooky and dark.

     
     At night, my sister's always here something running up the stairs, which is separated by a wall. I mean we always hear it at night, but I always assumed it was my dad ( Hmong parents aren't sacred of the dark ) locking the doors upstairs at night. My sister's hear it every single night but my parents didn't believe them until this one night. Both of them were up late in the kitchen when they heard someone run upstairs. Both freaked out and thought it was a robber so they grabbed the flashlights and checked upstairs in the dark. Seeing nothing unusual they shrugged it off as a cat or something but heard it again nights later. Being unexplainable, my dad set up cans and trip wires so when ever someone touches them, they will makes noises. And they worked........ they made noise at night, but when we check it the next morning, everything is exactly the same as if it has never been touched. We had not seen anything unusual until my cousins came for a sleep over.


     We were all having a great night because everyone was over. Some of us slept at my sister's room and while the rest slept in the big living room. Well during midnight, my little cousin woke up crying and panicked like hell. He woke up everyone, except the ones who slept in the room. My sister's asked him what is it and he pointed behind them, crying in fear. He then crawled  under the chairs as if trying to get away from something. He cries out that he sees a monster. My dad comes out and did a little hmong magic. Everyone finaly calmed down and he went to sleep with my parents. That early morning, they went home lol. When he finally had the guts to tell us, he said that he saw a black hooded figure with red eyes. He said that he woke up that night feeling dreamy and he felt like something bad was coming. Then to his surprise he looked into the kitchen and saw the Black figure pop out and floated towards him. that's when he started crying and trying to get away from it. When he woke up everyone, the figure was still present but then it glided through our bedroom door. He then looked at my little sister and described her face as "The Grudge", that's when he crawled under the chairs.....My uncle came and did a jingle bell and suggested we find a new house.


     In that house, we seemed to have little money even though we had income coming in. It also seemed like our food supply ran out so quickly....... My mom also found blood on her shirt, then she later go sick.........W e finally moved out after a few months and there are another Hmong family living there now


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: koDak_moments on September 18, 2009, 09:46:39 AM
Wow!!!  I've read through all these stories and they're great!  I will add my own.  Not my experience, but this happened to someone I know.

Well I have a distant uncle who I remembered as a child vaguely.  After we moved away from California, I asked my father about him and he told me that he passed away.  And this is how he died:

A friend of his came to his house and knocked on the door.  The friend wanted my uncle's unused tired and asked if he can have it.  Being teh nice person he is, he went out to his garage where the tire is stored on top of the roof.  I'm guessing he used some kid of ladder and went up on the roof.  While going up, he sliped and fell from the garage roof, head first.  He didn't die instantly, but was severly injured.  They took him to the hospital where he later died. 

From what I hear, there were several signs leading to his unusual death that day.  Like a week prior to his death, he, his wife, and his mother went to STP, MN.  And after a weekend of shopping and visiting relatives, they drove home on sunday evening trying to make it back to madison, wi.  And on the way back, it was about 11-12 midnight, he saw an unusual lady on the side of the highway, dressed in a black robe, with long hair, and waving at him, and smiling.  He freaked out and screamed, which woke up his mother and his wife.  He didn't want to startle them so he didn't mention anything when they woke up.

After ariving home, he told his mother but they thought it was nothing so they didnt do a jingle bell on him.  thats why later that week, he died in the accident.

After teh funeral, the family did a jingle bell for the family to get rid of bad karma.  And teh shaman guy told the family that after that incident on the highway, his "plig" (spirit) has already been take by the poj ntxoog.  They guy who came back with them in the car was just is souless body.

RIP distant uncle...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 18, 2009, 10:34:59 AM
I remember when I had my first daughter and for three months she does not cry at night. Not once... Well one night around 11pm me, the hub and baby was sleeping. all off a sudden my baby girl cried so hard I thought something bit her.. I picked up her and check to see if something bit her but nodda... She still kept crying like something bit or pinched her so hard. I couldn't calm her down. I can only think of a ghost trying to mess with her.. So I started yelling out " My daughter stinks. She stinks like pee and shyt. Go ahead.. You don't want someone that stinks... Go away.. She stinks like pee and shyt. " after a few min my daughter stop crying.... I decided to put her next to me instead of her crib... We feel asleep for about 30 mins when my MIL came inside and started tossing seeds in my room and chanting..... I was soo tired I feel asleep after she did her chanting... Morning came... Hubby was talking to his dad...

So here's why my daughter cried so hard..

Before my dauther cried, my FIL said he heard someone calling for my husband. The ghost called out " C, where are you? " My FIL thought it was me and he ignored it. The ghost said again" C where are you?" My FIL thought it was strange that I would be in his room calling for my husband. (BY THE WAY, he can’t see good during that time. He is not blind yet but cannot see good) Somehow the ghost sat on my FIL’s bed and said “ C, where are you?†My FIL is piss now and said “ I’m not C. He is in his room.† He kept thinking why would I sit on his bed because Hmoob vaaj nyab cannot sit on FIL/MIL’s bed. So by this time he knew it wasn’t me but a ghost looking for my husband.
Withing 10 mins after the ghost got up and gone for his bed he heard my daughter cried. He did not get up to tell us because he didn’t want us to be scared. Whoever the ghost was, it was looking for my husband. hahahah
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wowsers on September 18, 2009, 01:14:05 PM
Sweet_Luvin... that's scary, now that kinda makes me think twice when my son cries... he's a light sleeper but he doesn't cry very much.. only cries alittle if wants bottle... there have been two times where he's sleeping and would just cry so loud like someone's pinching him... we don't know what's wrong.... but i think there might be a connection and i don't want to believe this but i did my own analysis.

When i was pregnant with him, a couple of weeks before he was born, every night i had a dream of poj ntxooj chasing me. And every time they would be chasing me through gardens, houses, highways. I would see the poj ntxooj's hand slowly reaching towards my legs about to get me but i wake up. These poj ntxoojs are usually all dress in white with white hair. anyway, i didn't think of anything because i have my own little phases of dreams. Example, I would always dream that my husband was cheating on me infront of me with people i know, when i was pregnant with my two girls.

Well, about a week after i gave birth, I had a dream that a black spirit came to me and told me that i had to change his hmong name. If  not, some spirits were going to come for my son. It told me that i had until the 27th to change his name.. He was born on the 17th. I woke up so scared because I've never had these dreams before. I've never remembered anything (messages) so clearly in dreams before... I told my MIL and husband and we changed his name...

My analysis: I've come to a conclusion that we i was pregnant, if the the ghost had gotten me, either I've would've been dead with the baby or the baby would not survive. So since it did not get me, i think it wanted to come after my son so i guess i had something watching over me to warn me ahead of time... so when he cries very loud like someone's pinching him, i always think back to those dreams...

Sorry, it's nothing scary but it was just a thought
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 18, 2009, 01:33:55 PM
wowser, when ur son cries and you feel something is strange about it, just yell at the ghost... I know it sound weird and stupid and could be nothing but hey, if it help ur kids from crying for a long time, do it. ;D

SO did you give your baby a name before giving birth?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wowsers on September 18, 2009, 03:37:27 PM
wowser, when ur son cries and you feel something is strange about it, just yell at the ghost... I know it sound weird and stupid and could be nothing but hey, if it help ur kids from crying for a long time, do it. ;D

SO did you give your baby a name before giving birth?

Yeah, I probably should do that. Usually I just pray for God to watch over us and protect us from whatever's there.

As for the name, yes, We've decided on the name during my first pregancy... My first and seconds were girl so I saved the name for the boy.... what does that have to do with it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on September 18, 2009, 03:49:00 PM
Yeah, I probably should do that. Usually I just pray for God to watch over us and protect us from whatever's there.

As for the name, yes, We've decided on the name during my first pregancy... My first and seconds were girl so I saved the name for the boy.... what does that have to do with it?

I don't know if it's true but someone told me once that it's not good to name your baby before giving birth... Not sure what will happen but i never gave them a name..  Like u can choose one but don't be naming them already..  OH well probably means nothing..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wowsers on September 18, 2009, 03:58:55 PM
I don't know if it's true but someone told me once that it's not good to name your baby before giving birth... Not sure what will happen but i never gave them a name..  Like u can choose one but don't be naming them already..  OH well probably means nothing..

i've actually heard the opposite of this from my SIL's experience. Heard that they would get sick if you don't name them the one that you choose.. you know how some people always joke saying that if they have a boy they would name them so and so..?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 18, 2009, 05:02:59 PM
ok this story is about my uncle and his wife it happen like 9 years ago (I was like 11 or 12), well anyways his wife was cheating on him with this white dude or something and he talk to her about it and I guess nothing was solve so he pull out his gun and kill both of them that night. mimi was their 2nd daughter she had snuck out of her window and sneak back in and saw the scene. tell later.....



ok to finish my story...
when she sneak back in it was really quiet, I think she felt her stomach aching like crazy like never before that she has to go get medicine from her parents room. well to her supprise she scream at the scene that woke up her siblings. (note they lived in wis ) anyways, they call the paramedics and the kids stayed at my uncle's house while they have the parents sent to stp to do the funeral because all our ralatives lives in stp. well when my aunt's mom came to dress her up she was saying this "why do you keep a fake **** hidden away!!! what was your intentions!!!" she litterally yell at her daughter(in hmong). (at least that's what I heard) on the funeral day my family was there her mom came down the hall and someone ask about the fake **** and she wasn't happy about it so she yelled out "she kept it to f uck herself don't pin it on me!!!!" (in hmong though) well that was really loud I think all the crowed heard it and my mom was saying... "gosh... don't she feel any shame?? it's her daughter's funeral" I was young I didn't know any better I went up to my uncle's coffin and stare at all the old people mourn over them. I notice that my aunt's right hand was a very dark brown color like it's rotting faster then the rest of her body. well I ask my mom why but she just told me to be quiet and go away cause up front is only for the people that mourn for the dead you can not joke around. so I went to sit with the crowed. after the funeral was done. 3 days later my dad sister told us that she might have seen our dead aunt coming to her for help, it was around 2-3 am in the mourning my aunt said she felt really thristy and woke rite up and went to the kitchen to get some water but when she got there the room was really cold and the lights seem very dim and she see this figure that comes closer she became frozen but at the same time she was curious what it is. so she walked towards it, now she can see it clearly it was my dead aunt, my dead aunt told my aunt not to be scare, she didn't mean to scare her and that she needed help. she needed someone to wrap her right arm because it really hurt. and that if my aunt would just wrap her arm she would be on her way, some how my aunt was alittle scare she went to find a piece of white clothe and wrap her arm. then after she finish, my deceased aunt disappeared.  my aunt said that she can't remember if it was a dream or not.  then when my uncle heard my aunt's story he said that he was also visited by her at the same time too but he was too chicken to go towards her so that's when she disappear. and that's probably why she went to my aunt.

before we got the call that they past away. my mom had a dream. in my mom's dream, she said that someone had beat up all her kids to bruises and she didn't know who would do such a thing to her kids. she was very worried, and touch one of her kids and said sweetie does it hurt? and the kid would just stare at her. then she woke up and the phone ringed and then the news came. the next day my mom call my dad's older bro's wife and they talked she said she have the same dream then she also recieved the news.

then afew years later my aunt and uncle who past away came into my dad's dream onenight and said that he and his wife is hungry and that they can not reach out to the other ralatives except for my dad. well that's proprobly because all my dad's brothers are christian and my dad's the only one who's a shamen.(note when he was still a live he was also a chritian too) well my dad did what he had to do and ever since then he haven't heard anything....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 18, 2009, 05:43:37 PM


ok to finish my story...
when she sneak back in it was really quiet, I think she felt her stomach aching like crazy like never before that she has to go get medicine from her parents room. well to her supprise she scream at the scene that woke up her siblings. (note they lived in wis ) anyways, they call the paramedics and the kids stayed at my uncle's house while they have the parents sent to stp to do the funeral because all our ralatives lives in stp. well when my aunt's mom came to dress her up she was saying this "why do you keep a fake **** hidden away!!! what was your intentions!!!" she litterally yell at her daughter(in hmong). (at least that's what I heard) on the funeral day my family was there her mom came down the hall and someone ask about the fake **** and she wasn't happy about it so she yelled out "she kept it to f uck herself don't pin it on me!!!!" (in hmong though) well that was really loud I think all the crowed heard it and my mom was saying... "gosh... don't she feel any shame?? it's her daughter's funeral" I was young I didn't know any better I went up to my uncle's coffin and stare at all the old people mourn over them. I notice that my aunt's right hand was a very dark brown color like it's rotting faster then the rest of her body. well I ask my mom why but she just told me to be quiet and go away cause up front is only for the people that mourn for the dead you can not joke around. so I went to sit with the crowed. after the funeral was done. 3 days later my dad sister told us that she might have seen our dead aunt coming to her for help, it was around 2-3 am in the mourning my aunt said she felt really thristy and woke rite up and went to the kitchen to get some water but when she got there the room was really cold and the lights seem very dim and she see this figure that comes closer she became frozen but at the same time she was curious what it is. so she walked towards it, now she can see it clearly it was my dead aunt, my dead aunt told my aunt not to be scare, she didn't mean to scare her and that she needed help. she needed someone to wrap her right arm because it really hurt. and that if my aunt would just wrap her arm she would be on her way, some how my aunt was alittle scare she went to find a piece of white clothe and wrap her arm. then after she finish, my deceased aunt disappeared.  my aunt said that she can't remember if it was a dream or not.  then when my uncle heard my aunt's story he said that he was also visited by her at the same time too but he was too chicken to go towards her so that's when she disappear. and that's probably why she went to my aunt.







Women, that is fawking freaky ...........  keep them great stories coming
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 18, 2009, 06:02:06 PM




Women, that is fawking freaky ...........  keep them great stories coming


you know what makes it even scarier was she came in her hmong clothe that they buried her in...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 18, 2009, 06:51:47 PM
ok here's a story...

this one's about my grandpa (note he past away before I was born which is probably in the 84 85 not sure, my aunt knows it all cause she's the very first and oldest child of my dad's family also my grandpa has many wives, my grandma is like the 7th wife or something like that. and all his siblings have different moms but the rest of the moms past away only my grandma is still with us, o and i forgot to mention my dad also had 2 siblings that share the same mom, so I guess my grandma is one of the lucky ones that survive. well my aunt which is the very first child she said she was very close with my grandpa. so here goes the story) back in the early days when his 2nd, 3rd, and 4th wife was still living with him. right after he married his 4th wife his 2nd wife became very very ill so she past away. then a few years later he married the 5th and the 6th and some how they either past away or are divorced. and then the 4th wife got really really sick and ask for her husband's attention. at this point he already have like alot of kids with his wives. and anyways the other wives are like dead or divorced already right and so on her death bed she ask for a favor pulling her husband close to her for her last breath she said "nstev kuv mob mob li es kuv yuav tsis zoo, yog tias kuv nyob tsis dlau hmo no, no ce nej coj kuv mus fowl tom ncau ke es yuav lawm ram teb nawb.(sorry my moob spelling isn't good but here's the translation: I am very ill and am afraid I may not make it til tomorrow, if i do not then you shall bury me by the side of our garden road.) with her last breath she fell back and never woke up. well that night was just a horrible night while outside thundering and flashing lighting and there were cats meowing from all direction and waiting outside as if they came to take her away. ok Im not done yet.... to be continue finish later....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 18, 2009, 10:54:15 PM

you know what makes it even scarier was she came in her hmong clothe that they buried her in...


NO freakin way........... .....I would have crouched into a ball lol.    I'm entertained, keep it coming
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Unknown on September 19, 2009, 06:05:16 PM
Ahlue, my S/O used to live on kelly Drive around 1999-2001. I dont really remember. I gotta ask the S/O if he ever experienced anything out of the ordinary. My S/O told me that  that street was a very dark place.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on September 19, 2009, 06:35:08 PM
Kelly Drive?  Not scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dreamland on September 21, 2009, 12:41:09 PM
ok.... to finish the story....
 well that night she died right so one of my gramps's sis said to hide her body for a couple days because of the things that happen that night but my gramps didn't care so he did the funeral anyways. my aunt said that on her funeral day when it was time to eat she saw a poj nxoog come right in and started eating with them then it started to climb the middle pole up into the attic (a small place in every hmong house where you can stand andlook down) and throw rice at everyone. when they look up they didn't see anything but rice keeps on coming. my aunt said she was about 10 or 11 yrs but she can see the poj nxoog throwing the rice and she said all the kids there saw it too and they told the og but some did not believe and some got freaked out really bad. my aunt said that they're were like 2 other poj nxoog that was playing there too. one of them was on top of the deceased wife and the other was under the table. after the funeral was done they took her to bury by the side of the road of they're garden. my aunt said that before they bury her there she had a dream indicating that when she went to garden byherself she saw this shadowy figure in a shape of a women standing next to they're garden and she knew right away it wasn't human so she ran but it follow her till she woke up. she told her father it wasn't a good idea burying her there but he didn't do anything about it so still he bury her there. then my gramps married my grandma and so blah blah blah.

then oneday when my aunt went to garden by herself she said when she started down the road it was sunny and clear up until she almost reach the garden it started to be really windy and thunder started roaring and she can almost see the lighting and all the bamboos waving back and forth strongly. she then saw a black shadowy figure like the one in her dream she got scare so she ran home and that thing follow her. but when she got home it disappear. she told them that it must of been the 4th mom where they bury her there and that she told them it was a bad idea but they still bury her there anyways. she told them that she's not gonna go garden there anymore but my grandpa siad that they have to keep gardening so they went again this time with my grandma and my dad (he's like 3 yrs) and my grandma was carrying my dad's little sis (she like a baby) while they were walking my dad felt someone push him to the ground for like 15 min then release him. when he came back up everyone was like where did you go?? you disappear for like an hour. my dad was small he didn't know anything he just started crying. then when they reach the garden my grandpa was on the cornner sitting down plucking the weed while aunt said that grandma and her were gardening together but they couldn't see grandpa anywhere. they look around the whole garden it's not that big but they still couldn't find him. they shout and shout for the whole intire day and still couldn't find him then by night falls they gave up and said they have to go home before it gets too dark. then out of no where my grampa pops out of the cornner and said how come no one came to find me so we can go home?? my aunt then got scare and said we did we've been looking for you but couldn't find you I went to that corner but didn't see you. you must of fell asleep somewhere else. then he said he did not fall asleep, and that he was plucking weed there the whole intire time but didn't notice how time went so fast. my aunt was suppicious and thought it was the work of my gramps 4th wife.


then a 10 to 12 years later my grampa fell in one of the lake and got really sick he survive but no one did a shamen thing( my dad's already married so is all his other kids) anyways he was told by a shamen to stay home to not go anywhere since he is still recovering, but his carefreeness didn't care so he went hunting near his ex's grave and that night he got really sick and came home later and yeah he didn't make it.
then one year later my gramps came to my aunt in her dream and said to not worry it was just all his ex-wives that wanted him. and he also said when he was still living he didn't get to married his old ex-girlfriend that he really love so he's going to take her with him. then she said you can't take her with you she's already married with kids and lives well already. then he said o I know but I can still take her with me, I know she misses me. I will comeback to be reborn in a few years. then one year later the lady that's my grandpa's old ex-girlfriend she died of a mysterious death.
then a year went by my mom was preg with my older bro. and so is they're neighbor also preg with a boy. before my neighbor gave birth to they're baby my grandpa came to visit her for the last time. this time he said o my daughter I am leaving and maybe you'll never see me again so be a good mom to your kids as I am off now. then she ask her dad where he's going but he didn't answer and just wave his hand at her stepping into a bright light. and that was the last time grandpa ever visited her. when she woke up it was 3 am in the morning and the neighbor had just given birth to they're baby boy. so my aunt knew that it he must be reborn into that family. My aunt told me that if my mom had my bro first then maybe my grandpa would of come to my mom but my mom did not have my bro yet.

so yeah enjoy the long story anyways this story has alot of other stories that connect them together but my aunt did not tell me some of them I believe there's a lot more but she said she didn't want to scare me and that I shouldn't be hearing them. I don't know why.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on September 27, 2009, 02:48:29 AM
Here's what happen when the kid followed me there. When I got there in mm, I was up stair going through my bags. My cousins left with their mom to the store. My uncle went down stairs to check on the laundry. As I was going through my stuff. A dark figure kid walked in through the front door. I thought it was my cousin so I looked. It looked at me, turn the corner to the back door. Uncle came up the stairs and it just faded away. That night I had a dream. Me and my friends was driving somewhere. I was in the back of the driver side. All of a sudden a kid jump up on my window. It scared me, so I jump to the back passenger side where my friend is sitting. I told them that there a ghost by the window. My friend just laugh. I looked and it was sitting there already, I just decided to punch it. That first hit I took. It grab my arms and like I said before, super cold. All I felt was the coldness and then I black out that instance. I remember, seeing total darkness only and wandering around. I saw a light and I just followed it. When I got to the light. I walk in. In there I saw people wandering like they lost. All I did was stood there. Then a bright dude came to me with a book in his hand and ask me what's my name, how I got there. I told hiM my name and don't know how I got there. He said it not my time yet and I still got a very long time to got and that he'll take me back. So I woke up. I couldn't move cause my whole body was cold and tingly. I got up when that tingly thong went away. Went up stairs and my uncle just said 'damn, you sleep for a long time' I ask him what time was it. He just said that I sleep for one whole day and night. And that it 12 noon already. So basicly I woke up the day after tomorrow. All I can say is. Wandering in total darkness is like this. You have no feelings. You don't think about what's going on. You only see what's in front of you, which you don't and just keep on walking. You don't feel tire. All I can say is that it's very peaceful. 

are you saying you had a near death experience?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 28, 2009, 08:49:55 AM
are you saying you had a near death experience?

somewhat, yes. But I don't know. It wasn't like dream. It was like i'm lost in total darkness. Seeing total darkness. And not thinking about anything. That place that I went in. All I see was people being lost. People wAlking back and forth. Like they don't know where they're going.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on September 29, 2009, 03:19:35 AM
somewhat, yes. But I don't know. It wasn't like dream. It was like i'm lost in total darkness. Seeing total darkness. And not thinking about anything. That place that I went in. All I see was people being lost. People wAlking back and forth. Like they don't know where they're going.

You prolly had a near death experience. Wow!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on September 29, 2009, 12:26:55 PM
somewhat, yes. But I don't know. It wasn't like dream. It was like i'm lost in total darkness. Seeing total darkness. And not thinking about anything. That place that I went in. All I see was people being lost. People wAlking back and forth. Like they don't know where they're going.

Or it could've been a vision. Prolly a vision it is since you didn't experience actually dying.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on September 29, 2009, 01:34:49 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on September 29, 2009, 01:56:53 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on September 29, 2009, 02:19:12 PM
Or it could've been a vision. Prolly a vision it is since you didn't experience actually dying.

like I said, it could be. Remeber, When I woke up. I couldNt move till my blood was flowing. Let's just say i was sleeping tonight and didn't wake up until Thursday afternoon. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: treasurer on October 01, 2009, 07:02:38 PM
Im, new here but i got a story. It personally happened to me. A group of us decided to go camping for the weekend before school. It was around August, so it was still pretty warm. We went down south towards a small Oklahoma town. We got there set up camp and everything by noon and were just fishing and hanging out, and by nightfall, everyone was around the campfire talking, and just chilling. It was around 10 or 11, when suddenly out of nowhere,(Let me say this first. The place where we were camping is very secluded, i think the closest person to us were about a mile or more away so we didnt see them at all. Our tents were set up so that the forest was behind us, and to the right of us. And the lake was to the left of us. So we were facing the road that we drove in through.) But as i was saying, We were camping, then out of nowhere, in the forest, we hear foot steps, rustling the fallen leaves and branches breaking. We all grew quiet. It continued for a few more seconds and then stopped. We all looked at eachother. Us older guys yelled at watever it was, "Hey, are u another camper? If you are tell us." No answer, "If u dont respond, we are not responsible for ur safety"(a friend of ours brought his samurai swords for some reason) After another silence we through rocks at it, and my buddy tossed 2 of his swords in the direction. But still nothing, by now us older guys knew something was wrong, but we didnt want to scare the younger ones, so we just said it was probably a raccoon. Early the next morning, my cousin went to pee, and he said that he saw a lady in white floating along the water, next to the forest. We packed up our stuff the next morning and left. A few days later some of us guys were discussing it, because the forest was huge. We had checked it that afternoon, and here were no trails without leaves. And to the left of the forest was also the lake. So watever that thing was, it was able to get into the middle of the forest, and out of the forest with no more than a few steps. We later did a little research on this campsite, and found out that, it use to be an indian reservation.

scary! at least you guys went with a bunch of people! I would of left long time ago!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 02, 2009, 08:12:46 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 03, 2009, 11:46:15 AM
It's suck for the clerk to go back and work there every night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 04, 2009, 12:03:41 PM
It reminds me of the time when I was living off campus.  It was fall when we were losing daylight.  As I was walking home from work, I saw another student walking about twenty paces in front of me.  I didn't want to walk by myself because I didn't feel too safe in the dark shadowy weather, so as I paced up faster, she walked faster.  It was just so funny that she didn't slow down and I was walking faster.  Fear probably got the best of us both.  We both reached our building quick.   The dark can play tricks on our insecured minds. 

lol, either that, or something was following u, and she saw it
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 05, 2009, 12:53:22 AM
Nothing was following me...lol.  I was just afraid of walking in the dark and she was probably afraid of me walking behind her in the dark as well. 

More stories please, any story. This thread has been dead for a while, im bored
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 05, 2009, 08:03:15 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on October 05, 2009, 09:10:35 AM
I just sat on this morning. And it's Been so long that I got sat on. I had a dream in this wierd place, I got very tired and decided to go shower. I closed my eyes and something grab me. I open my eyes and I saw a dark shadow holding me while I ran to the door screaming for help but couldn't, I felt the presence of a little girl. Got scare. Woke up and couldn't move. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Sapphire Moon on October 05, 2009, 01:24:50 PM
These are all very interesting stories, but I don't really get scared easily.  ;D

This took place about a year a half ago. I had just moved into my home and many of my things were still in boxes.  It's just me and my son. We were in the bedroom unpacking our things.  My son was a year old at the time and he was sleeping on the bed.  As I was unpacking our stuff, I heard a box being dropped in the living room.  Being cautious I went out to see who or what it was.  One of the heavy boxes that was placed on the kitchen table had been pushed off and was lying partially open on the floor.  I checked the house and all the doors and window were locked.  No windows were open.  It couldn't have been someone who snuck in and left.  I have hardwood floors and usually you would hear footsteps if someone was walking around.  A couple of days later, while I was in the living room and my son watching TV.  Another box that was sitting on the top shelf in our bedroom closet was pushed off.  I went to check it out and like before, no one.  So I said with a sigh...."ok, this is my house now. Leave us alone".   It never happened again. :)

Another time, my cousin was visiting.  He spent the night on the living room sofa instead of the guest room because he wanted to watch TV. The next day, while we were having breakfast, he swore that last night, someone was whispering or blowing in his hear.  He got scared and without opening his eyes, he pulled the cover over his head quickly.  Whatever it was, he felt like it was standing or kneeling right next to him, breathing right on to him through the blanket.   ???

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 06, 2009, 12:48:24 AM
Alrighty, i got another story(i have a whole storage room), lol

One night, i was driving home. Just so you know, i lived in Oklahoma, so im surrounded by woods all the way home, and there was almsot no houses. This was also at 2 or 3 in the morning. Anyways, i was on the road back, when i saw a little girl, dressed in white sitting by the side of the road, holding a drum to her chest. At first i slowed down, but as i got closer, the smell of rotting filled my nose, scaring the hell out of me. And i drove off. For about a few miles, i kept looking back to see if she was following me, and was grateful when she wasnt behind me. I returned to looking foward and saw her sitting on the side of the road again, a little further down the road. This time i was really freaked. So i blasted the music and just prayed. For another 10-20 miles, i saw her again and again. Then suddenly, this warm relief flowed over me as another approaches from the opposite lane. After that i never saw the little girl again...or do i?



god damm, that is freaky........ .Man you should turn that into a movie. Im interested, keep you storage room coming
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 06, 2009, 11:28:36 AM
^ lol, living in Oklahoma and Arkansas, where indians perform weird rituals, i see a lot of weird crap like this.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Sapphire Moon on October 06, 2009, 11:51:16 AM
Yes, Laos Ghost Stories tend to be scarier. Perhaps so many of us (from the younger generation) don't have experiences living in Laos and may tend to have more imaginations when thinking about it. Whatever it is, I do think Laos Ghost Stories are the best.  Take this one for example...one of my uncle, who was a pimp in his day decided to go out to one of the neighboring village to sneak a peak at the village hotties through the bamboo walls.  He took off with one of his cousin, but he didn't show up when it was time to go.  His cousin thought that he "struck gold" so left without him.  When it was past midnight, my uncle made his way back home.  The moon was up so there was enough light for him to see the trail.  As he was walking to an intersection of the trail, he looked ahead and saw a Hmong girl standing by the intersection.  She looked beautiful and was actually smiling at him.  He called out to her and was very excited and surprised to meet someone--especially a woman alone, so late at night.  She didn't answer him at all but just smiled and pointed her finger to the village that he just walked back from.  Suddenly, fear started to grip him and he started to wonder if this lady is a ghost or a witch.  He looked at her again and then started to scream when he smelled the rotten stench that was coming from her.  He ran and scream all the way past a couple villages (waking everyone up) before he arrived back at his.  Our grandpa came out and ask my uncle what the hell is wrong with him?  He told the story to my grandfather and the rest of the family members on what he encountered.  Another of my uncle became really pale and said that the intersection was where they buried a girl that committed suicide (overdose on opium) when she couldn't marry the guy she loved.  Everybody said that my "Pimp" uncle never went out late at night again and he decided it was time to settle down.


 ;D ;D ;D  This story reminds me of a story my (former) mother in law told us once......Hhhh uummmmm....I wonder...LOL

This took place back in Laos.  My father in law used to love going out at night to hang out with the ladies in a neighboring village even though he was married to my mother in law.  They only had 1 child at the time so she was still very young and she had long flowing hair….very beautiful.  One night after my father in law left, she asked a younger sister in law to watch her baby.  She decided she was going to follow him and see where he goes or who he talks to.  She didn’t want him to see her either so she stayed her distance.  It was late so all that she was wearing was a white gown that she normally wears to sleep.  The only light in sight was the moon when she came upon what seems like a path going into the village where my father in law was in.  While she was standing there, she needed to go to the bathroom badly so she decided to step off the path and do what she needed to do (#2).  When she was done, she stepped back onto the path and looked towards the village to see if she can see my father in law.  Suddenly a man from the distant saw her.  He was walking towards the village.  As he got closer to her, he kept looking at her.  Some of her long hair was covering her face.  It was dark and all they could see of each other were their eyes and teeth.  He asked her “Leej muam….what are you doing here at night?† She didn’t respond.  She was already upset that her husband was somewhere nearby talking to another lady, so when he asked her that, it only irritated her, but he kept looking at her, trying to get a better view of her face, then he asked again “leej muam, it’s so late, why are you standing here by yourselfâ€Â.  He must’ve smelled her feces that were just off the path from her “business†earlier. Lol  He kept looking around her as if he smelled something.  Becoming even more irritated she wanted to get rid of him so raised her arms and growled at him.  As soon as she did that, he took off wailing in fright….â€Âpoj dab os, poj dab osâ€Â....it was as if his body wanted to run faster than his legs could carry him, stumbling on every other step.  When he reached the village, she heard a loud commotion coming from the village people. They seem like they were working up a troop and gearing up to find this so call “dabâ€Â.  She worried that my father in law may find out and then she would be in trouble for following him.  She ran home as fast as she can.  Just an hour after she got home, my father in law came home and said that a man in a village where he was at saw a poj dab. My mother in law just kept it to herself, knowing that if anyone found out she’ll have to hu plig for the poor guy. Lol

After my mother in law told us this story, I said to her “to this day, I’m sure that guy is probably telling people of his dab encounter back in Laos† 

There are always 2 sides to every story.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aberration on October 06, 2009, 02:08:16 PM

 ;D ;D ;D  This story reminds me of a story my (former) mother in law told us once......Hhhh uummmmm....I wonder...LOL

This took place back in Laos.  My father in law used to love going out at night to hang out with the ladies in a neighboring village even though he was married to my mother in law.  They only had 1 child at the time so she was still very young and she had long flowing hair….very beautiful.  One night after my father in law left, she asked a younger sister in law to watch her baby.  She decided she was going to follow him and see where he goes or who he talks to.  She didn’t want him to see her either so she stayed her distance.  It was late so all that she was wearing was a white gown that she normally wears to sleep.  The only light in sight was the moon when she came upon what seems like a path going into the village where my father in law was in.  While she was standing there, she needed to go to the bathroom badly so she decided to step off the path and do what she needed to do (#2).  When she was done, she stepped back onto the path and looked towards the village to see if she can see my father in law.  Suddenly a man from the distant saw her.  He was walking towards the village.  As he got closer to her, he kept looking at her.  Some of her long hair was covering her face.  It was dark and all they could see of each other were their eyes and teeth.  He asked her “Leej muam….what are you doing here at night?† She didn’t respond.  She was already upset that her husband was somewhere nearby talking to another lady, so when he asked her that, it only irritated her, but he kept looking at her, trying to get a better view of her face, then he asked again “leej muam, it’s so late, why are you standing here by yourselfâ€Â.  He must’ve smelled her feces that were just off the path from her “business†earlier. Lol  He kept looking around her as if he smelled something.  Becoming even more irritated she wanted to get rid of him so raised her arms and growled at him.  As soon as she did that, he took off wailing in fright….â€Âpoj dab os, poj dab osâ€Â....it was as if his body wanted to run faster than his legs could carry him, stumbling on every other step.  When he reached the village, she heard a loud commotion coming from the village people. They seem like they were working up a troop and gearing up to find this so call “dabâ€Â.  She worried that my father in law may find out and then she would be in trouble for following him.  She ran home as fast as she can.  Just an hour after she got home, my father in law came home and said that a man in a village where he was at saw a poj dab. My mother in law just kept it to herself, knowing that if anyone found out she’ll have to hu plig for the poor guy. Lol

After my mother in law told us this story, I said to her “to this day, I’m sure that guy is probably telling people of his dab encounter back in Laos†

There are always 2 sides to every story.  ;D


Hahah!  That's pretty funny...I'd probably be scared out of my mind if I was in his shoes, too.  Some weird lady wearing white w/long black hair that covers her face?  OMG, I probably would've just ignored her and kept on walking.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 06, 2009, 02:18:56 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Sapphire Moon on October 06, 2009, 02:59:48 PM
LOL....that could happen.  ;D 

lol, then for all i knoe, my story was happening like this from the little girls point of view...

She was abandoned by her parents before she went to sleep(explaining white gown). They gave her a drum to keep her company. She was crying, and i drove by. She hasn't showered in month(her parents don't want her to waste water). I slow down, she gets happy, then i run off. Not knowing that i accidently drove into a road that goes in circle(This happened when i looked behind me towards her). Therefore i kept seeing the little girl, she got irritated after my fourth time, that she went with another car(the one that passed me on the road), lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on October 06, 2009, 05:35:33 PM
This happened back in Laos in the old days - like around my grandparent's generation.  My mom had an uncle who did a blood oath thing with a girlfriend.  Unfortunately they both married someone else.

A couple years later the girlfriend died in childbirth and came back to take Uncle with her cause of the blood oath they both took.  My uncle got really sick for a long time.  My grandma said that she was only a young girl during that time but she helped Uncle's wife took care of Uncle for a while before Uncle passed away.

Grandma said that as night approaches Uncle would open his eyes and kind of look toward the doorway and whispers "los los - nej tuaj lawm los.  los zaum os" and then he'll be saying stuff like "I'm so tire I can't go with you now - wait until I gain more strenght" (Of course he said it Hmong)

Grandma said that during those night Uncle would carry on a conversation with someone or something as though they were sitting right beside his bed.  She said that she hates being in that room at night time with Aunt because it was as though there was something there watching her.  As soon as someone entered that room they'll start getting chills and goosebumps - so rarely anyone was there besides her and Aunt.

Uncle was sick for quite a while and then finally passed away - grandma said that at the time my uncle passed away it was as though someone was strangling him and he kept on gasping for breath and choking up.  When the funeral came around Uncle was already all rotten and the stink was so bad that nobody wanted to go near his corpse. 

After the funeral a long distance aunt - who was a shaman - told Aunt and the family that his dead girlfriend and several other poj ntxoog visited him while he was dying.  They were the ones who he talked to while he was very ill.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SinX on October 06, 2009, 06:33:30 PM
Ladie Lor:  I want to know where I can read more about the remains of the girl that was murdered and buried in that backyard.

Here's a story. An ucle and aunt of my husband's bought this really nice house in East St.Paul close by Phalen Park. They have 3 teenage daughters. One day one of the girls were washing dishes there a girl helping her she though it was one of her sisters but than when she turned around it wasn't her sisters but another hmong girl she didn't know the girl she thought maybe it was one her sisters friends. After she was done she went to the living asked her sisters who was the girl in the kitchen but they said they didn't know what she was talking about. The next day the second sister was cooking and there was a girl she was helping her yet she thought it was her sisters but when she turned around it was a hmong girl she didn't know. So she asked the girl where u are from the girl didn't answer her. She asked the girl who are u the girl didn't answer her so she got scared and called her sisters into the kitchen. All three of them stood there staring at the girl. So the girl started crying she told them that she was murdered and that she was buried under the tree in the backyard. The girls got scared. They told the aunt and uncle about it but they didn't believe the girls. So the girl continue to come and help the girls everyday. She'd tell the girls she needed help because she was stuck in the backayrd. They aunt and uncle still didn't listen or believe the girls because they didn't see the girl. One night the uncle heard someone walking around the house so he woke the aunt up and they went to investigate. They didn't see anything when they walked in the the living there was no one but tv was on they'd turn it off it'll go into the kitchen and turn on the water they'd go and turn it off. It'll into the bathroom and flush the toilet. It went on the whole night. The next morning the uncle called his cousin from the STP police department and told what his daughters were telling him. The STP police department came out and dug around the tree sure enough there was a black trash bag with human bones in it. It turned out to be a hmong her girl who has been missing for over 10 yrs. After the bag of bones were removed from the backyard the girls never saw the ghost girl again.


Here's another one my husband's cousin and his wife bought a house in Minneapolis it was a big 5 bedroom house. They only have 3 kids. The strange is that whenever they go some where and come back there would be extra shoes on the shoe rack that didn't belong to them. And another thing when people come and visit they would see white kids running around the house the guess would ask them why do they have white kids running around they'd they don't. This happened for while until one day of the the kids he was 4 years old was taking a bath and almost drowned he was crying telling his parents the someone was holding his head in the water. The cousin yelled at his wife saying it was her fault she didn't watch the kid. They got into a big fight. The next day the wife got mad so she went to county clerk's office and asked for the records of the house come to find out a white man murdered his wife and children in the house. They were scared so they moved out and sued the realtor for not disclosing this information to them when he sold them the house.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on October 07, 2009, 10:38:53 AM
One night, my sister was sleeping downstair on a brown leather sofa.  Just as she was heavy sleeping, something clapped its hands loudly and licked her.  She awoke and realized that she wasn't at her own house.  Come to find out, my other sister's boxer died and was buried in the flower plot beside the house.  It had choked on a bone and died a few months prior to the freaky experience.

When a dog shakes its head, the ears flaps and makes loud noises like hand clapping.  There are spirits surrounding us at all times...even spiritual pets.  lolz. 

 ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 08, 2009, 11:05:54 AM
I heard about those kind of story before, story about people in Laos being sick on their death bed and while being there they'll be talking to invincible or imaginary people. And out of nowhere they be chewing on snail and crab "crunch crunch", and that was suppose to be those hairy creature feeding them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 08, 2009, 12:27:42 PM
dang, if i was dying and i saw something hariy and small, i would freak out, lol, that kinda sounds perverted, but u all know wat i mean.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 08, 2009, 03:39:20 PM
And out of nowhere they be chewing on snail and crab "crunch crunch"


That part is freaky as fukc.....still chewing even though they dont have the energy to open their eyes lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on October 08, 2009, 09:26:15 PM
I forgot what the refugee camp in Thailand was call but my mom told us that there were eventually so many people that they had to move into the areas where the people used to bury their deceased one.

Some of the houses were built right on top of graves - even though they have gone through and plowed the area first.  My mom said that when they plowed the area all sort of dead bodies appeared on the surface.

One family moved into a building that was built on top of a grave - though they didn't know it at this time.

During the night the husband would have dreams of this lady with long black hair standing near the bed.  They would always hear crying as though someone was in a lot of pain.  They investigated the sound but couldn't find the source of it.  What was weird was that when they wake up in the morning there were these long strands of black hair in their bed and all over their body.  It was always in this same bed that these weird things happen in.

One day their two small children were playing hide and seek and one  of the kid crawled under the bed.  Afterwards the kid came out and was crying and screaming about this lady he saw under the bed - in his hands were some long dark hair. 

The husband dug up the area under the bed and they found that their bed was built right on top of this lady's grave.  The dead lady had long dark hair - like the ones they kept on finding in their bed.

Soon after that they moved out of that place.  Words get around the camp and they found out that this guy buried his wife in that same area a few years back - his wife had long beautiful black hair.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 09, 2009, 02:05:02 AM
oh that was in vee-ny refugee camp
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: silentLyReads on October 10, 2009, 01:03:11 PM
heres my story....dont know if its ghost related or coincidence, but here it goes.......... ....

this happend about 4-5 yrs ago, but anyways....... ......one of my older uncles just recently came here from laos, and was living with us, and slept in the guest room.  it was cool and all than a couple of months later he gotten really sick, he had bad kidneys, and need dialysis(however u spell it) .........but unfortunately hes gotten really ill and had to stay at the hospitol for treatment..... .............. .Here goes the freaky part.......... ..in our dining room, we have a big glass liquor cabinet in the corner...i store all my liqours and wine in there, and on the bottom was the bottom tier liqour stuff like brandy, capt. morgan, tequila, smirnoff vodka, etc.....a couple of months goes by, and one day,  i had some guests over so i went over to the cabinet and popped a bottle of J. walker, as i glanced down, i had  noticed that on the bottom level, there was a completely empty bottle of yukon jack, seems like someone pushed in the upper half of the bottle, and it  is inside of the bottom half!!! i was thinking to myself that this is glass, how can it perfectly do that without shattering all over the place?????   and the other freaky thing is that there is no sign or trace where the liqour went??  Whoever had dranked yukon jack before, knows that it has a sweet, cinammon taste to it and it is sticky!!!  Still as i investigated i couldnt see no sign or trace of the liqour pouring out or anything of that  sort!!!!

Days past, and then one day my pops called and said that my uncle passed away!!?!?!!!  i was like wtf?!?! 
so in conclusion, i've figured that he came back to my house to say goodbye and had 1 last drink and also to leave a sign that he was leaving to a better place!! 

btw, that was his favorite liqour, thats why i'd bought it for him, but hed gotten sick and couldnt have none, so i saved it and just left it on the bottom.......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 10, 2009, 11:29:39 PM
The drinking finally killed him, shame on you. Too much alcohol and even caffeine destroy people's kidney in no time at all. It's true, it's true.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on October 12, 2009, 11:43:07 AM
The drinking finally killed him, shame on you. Too much alcohol and even caffeine destroy people's kidney in no time at all. It's true, it's true.

lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 13, 2009, 12:36:50 AM
heres my story....dont know if its ghost related or coincidence, but here it goes.......... ....

this happend about 4-5 yrs ago, but anyways....... ......one of my older uncles just recently came here from laos, and was living with us, and slept in the guest room.  it was cool and all than a couple of months later he gotten really sick, he had bad kidneys, and need dialysis(however u spell it) .........but unfortunately hes gotten really ill and had to stay at the hospitol for treatment..... .............. .Here goes the freaky part.......... ..in our dining room, we have a big glass liquor cabinet in the corner...i store all my liqours and wine in there, and on the bottom was the bottom tier liqour stuff like brandy, capt. morgan, tequila, smirnoff vodka, etc.....a couple of months goes by, and one day,  i had some guests over so i went over to the cabinet and popped a bottle of J. walker, as i glanced down, i had  noticed that on the bottom level, there was a completely empty bottle of yukon jack, seems like someone pushed in the upper half of the bottle, and it  is inside of the bottom half!!! i was thinking to myself that this is glass, how can it perfectly do that without shattering all over the place?????   and the other freaky thing is that there is no sign or trace where the liqour went??  Whoever had dranked yukon jack before, knows that it has a sweet, cinammon taste to it and it is sticky!!!  Still as i investigated i couldnt see no sign or trace of the liqour pouring out or anything of that  sort!!!!

Days past, and then one day my pops called and said that my uncle passed away!!?!?!!!  i was like wtf?!?! 
so in conclusion, i've figured that he came back to my house to say goodbye and had 1 last drink and also to leave a sign that he was leaving to a better place!! 

btw, that was his favorite liqour, thats why i'd bought it for him, but hed gotten sick and couldnt have none, so i saved it and just left it on the bottom.......




dude, report this to anyone of those paranormal shows/ sites. They'll go crazy, maybe even make an episode or do some testing on it. But that is crazy, unexplainable. hope you take lots of pictures, and keep the glass
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hnubciyaj on October 13, 2009, 01:51:46 AM
Hey everyone.

Wow I cant believe it that I actually finish reading all these scary ghost story because I was so into it heehehhee..any way I have a scary story to tell yah hahahah…

Well, this happen to me on the morning long time ago, I always got sat on and it was really scary coz I was still young and little girl. I dnt even know what is it or what is on top of me because I have never got it b4. well, while I still got it, I was facing on my left and I dnt open my eye when I got it because I was too scared…hehehhe anyway, then something touched and tickle the back of my neck. i was like WTF??? I thought it was my little brother. I was thinking to myself, why my little brother doing that to me and if I ever wake up im so gonna kill him. When everything was done and I got release. I got up and saw no one was there, not even my brother. So I went to the living room to see if my brother was there and he was playing games alone. I asked him if he have touch my neck and he said no. so I went to sleep on the couch bcoz too scared to sleep in my room hehehehhe..im a chicken….lol

Anyway I got another one..i still got sat on when Im married. It happens to me every morning when my husband goes to work. I told him about it and he just said that it’s because I was lazy and it to tell me to get up early…lol well, it always happen to me when im alone and when my husband was not there with me. So my husband asked his sister to do the shaman. When she finished it, she told me and my husband that it's because I was depression and I keep crying all night. It told me to stop that y that thing trying to scare me. I was like ok…..is that it???? Haha could of just say so...lol after that, i never get it now lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 13, 2009, 02:20:26 AM
me and my squad saw some ghost too.  we chased them and shot the hell outta 'em.  the end (true story by the way)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 13, 2009, 11:31:03 AM
more more more!!!!!!!!!!

 :D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on October 13, 2009, 12:45:01 PM
.........and one time in band camp......!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 14, 2009, 01:20:30 PM
Not my story.........




 

This occurred right after I graduated from high school in 1992 and yet still when I'm telling this story, I get emotional.

Right after graduation, I discovered I was pregnant. I was so upset with myself and depressed thinking I ruined my life. I was accepted to go to Howard University and due to start that August. One day I was home by myself crying on my parents' bed and questioning my faith in God. Then suddenly, I couldn't move it was as if someone or being was holding me down on the bed. Words can't describe how scared I was. I began to see a transparent shape coming towards me. As it got closer, the shape began to look familiar. It looked like my grandfather, (PAPA) I was so frightened, I closed my eyes. I then saw a vision of a little boy laughing. Then it changed to a ceremony. I saw myself walking onstage with cap and gown to accept a degree. When I opened my eyes, the shape was gone and I was able to move again. As I was getting off the bed, I noticed that my parents' picture of the praying hands with The Lord's Prayer had fallen off the wall onto the bed. I refuse to believe what had happened so I brushed it off, (maybe the picture hit me in the head causing me to hallucinate).

The next morning I overheard my father telling my mother he believed he saw his father's spirit in the house the night before. My mother replied by saying, "I wonder what's wrong, he only appears when something is wrong." After hearing that, I had to come out with my secret.

And yes, I had a boy who is now sixteen. I have two degrees now and am very successful.

Thanks Papa.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: koDak_moments on October 15, 2009, 08:32:21 AM
Not my story.........




 

This occurred right after I graduated from high school in 1992 and yet still when I'm telling this story, I get emotional.

Right after graduation, I discovered I was pregnant. I was so upset with myself and depressed thinking I ruined my life. I was accepted to go to Howard University and due to start that August. One day I was home by myself crying on my parents' bed and questioning my faith in God. Then suddenly, I couldn't move it was as if someone or being was holding me down on the bed. Words can't describe how scared I was. I began to see a transparent shape coming towards me. As it got closer, the shape began to look familiar. It looked like my grandfather, (PAPA) I was so frightened, I closed my eyes. I then saw a vision of a little boy laughing. Then it changed to a ceremony. I saw myself walking onstage with cap and gown to accept a degree. When I opened my eyes, the shape was gone and I was able to move again. As I was getting off the bed, I noticed that my parents' picture of the praying hands with The Lord's Prayer had fallen off the wall onto the bed. I refuse to believe what had happened so I brushed it off, (maybe the picture hit me in the head causing me to hallucinate).

The next morning I overheard my father telling my mother he believed he saw his father's spirit in the house the night before. My mother replied by saying, "I wonder what's wrong, he only appears when something is wrong." After hearing that, I had to come out with my secret.

And yes, I had a boy who is now sixteen. I have two degrees now and am very successful.

Thanks Papa.

I so thought yyou were a chick!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on October 15, 2009, 09:25:06 AM
Not my story.........




 

This occurred right after I graduated from high school in 1992 and yet still when I'm telling this story, I get emotional.

Right after graduation, I discovered I was pregnant. I was so upset with myself and depressed thinking I ruined my life. I was accepted to go to Howard University and due to start that August. One day I was home by myself crying on my parents' bed and questioning my faith in God. Then suddenly, I couldn't move it was as if someone or being was holding me down on the bed. Words can't describe how scared I was. I began to see a transparent shape coming towards me. As it got closer, the shape began to look familiar. It looked like my grandfather, (PAPA) I was so frightened, I closed my eyes. I then saw a vision of a little boy laughing. Then it changed to a ceremony. I saw myself walking onstage with cap and gown to accept a degree. When I opened my eyes, the shape was gone and I was able to move again. As I was getting off the bed, I noticed that my parents' picture of the praying hands with The Lord's Prayer had fallen off the wall onto the bed. I refuse to believe what had happened so I brushed it off, (maybe the picture hit me in the head causing me to hallucinate).

The next morning I overheard my father telling my mother he believed he saw his father's spirit in the house the night before. My mother replied by saying, "I wonder what's wrong, he only appears when something is wrong." After hearing that, I had to come out with my secret.

And yes, I had a boy who is now sixteen. I have two degrees now and am very successful.

Thanks Papa.

We should limit these stories to actual events that happened to you or someone you know, rather that stories from chain emails!   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 15, 2009, 09:53:24 AM
I'm not sure if I told this story already but here it is:

My husband's brother and his family once lived in this so call new house by which was occupied by two or three previous owners.

They have two daughters at the time their age were 2 and 4.  One day while the parents were sleeping in the bedroom or not sure where they were but the kids were playing somewhere in the house.  They also have two of their boy cousins over too.  Now, keep in mind that this story was told by our niece herself.  She told us that while they were playing, they saw this old lady wandering around the house.  We asked her what was the old lady wearing and our niece went and point at a picture of our mother in law dress in hmong clothing.  Now, this little girl can't be lying b/c how does she know to point out what the ghost was wearing. 

She then said that the old lady has blood all over her face and was yelling at the kids to get out of her house.  This spirit somehow did not scare our niece but our other nephews got frighten of this ghost.  After their parents heard of the story they moved right out.  Found out that the previous owner's mother died in that house.

When she told this story to the hubby and I, we got goosebumps all over us...Creepy!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 15, 2009, 03:15:44 PM
We should limit these stories to actual events that happened to you or someone you know, rather that stories from chain emails!   ;D



Sorry, this thread was so dead I figured anything will be better than nothing.....ju st to give it a boost, and it worked lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 15, 2009, 04:02:35 PM
Sahara,

my BIL lived in a haunted house before too. One time staying there, my husband decided to bring over his bow and arrow to see if he can kill the nasty big rats in the backyard. Little did he know that those big rats must not be rats only.  >:D During the day he yelled out " tonight, you rats are gonna die." Well he put his bow and arrow outside but so high that none of the kids will get to it... nightfall came and he didn't want to go and do what he said anymore... The next day he went to find his bow and arrow all chewed up. :o ::) >:D Guess the rats got to it. :D  Then the BIL's wife had a dreamed that someone came to tell her that don't think they can kill them. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 16, 2009, 03:42:27 PM
Sahara,

my BIL lived in a haunted house before too. One time staying there, my husband decided to bring over his bow and arrow to see if he can kill the nasty big rats in the backyard. Little did he know that those big rats must not be rats only.  >:D During the day he yelled out " tonight, you rats are gonna die." Well he put his bow and arrow outside but so high that none of the kids will get to it... nightfall came and he didn't want to go and do what he said anymore... The next day he went to find his bow and arrow all chewed up. :o ::) >:D Guess the rats got to it. :D  Then the BIL's wife had a dreamed that someone came to tell her that don't think they can kill them. :o

ooo...creepy!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 19, 2009, 01:54:28 AM
Sahara,

my BIL lived in a haunted house before too. One time staying there, my husband decided to bring over his bow and arrow to see if he can kill the nasty big rats in the backyard. Little did he know that those big rats must not be rats only.  >:D During the day he yelled out " tonight, you rats are gonna die." Well he put his bow and arrow outside but so high that none of the kids will get to it... nightfall came and he didn't want to go and do what he said anymore... The next day he went to find his bow and arrow all chewed up. :o ::) >:D Guess the rats got to it. :D  Then the BIL's wife had a dreamed that someone came to tell her that don't think they can kill them. :o
He should've just shot 'em.
 ::)
That's a headshot!   ;D
(http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o341/force_multiplier/photo-1.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on October 19, 2009, 07:11:12 AM
Last night was the first time that I've ever been "sat" on.  And let me tell you, it freaked me out all night.  I was sleeping next to the wife spooning her from behind.  When all of a sudden, I hear our bedroom door open.  Now let me tell you, during the winter time the wood shrinks so the door kinda gets stuck and you have to give it a good push on order for it to open.  Well, the door whooshes open like it usually does when our 5 yr. old gets up in the middle of the night to come pee in our bathroom.  I actually hear him rustling around the foot of our bed, running back and forth from one side to the other.  At this time, I'm thinking to myself, why doesn't he just either pee or climb into bed with us like he usually does?  I tried for the first time to speak to my wife and tell her to turn on the light on her side of the bed.  This was when I found out that I couldn't speak or move.  I try to move my arm and found out that that also wasn't working.  I laying there in bed trying to speak and move and the whole time, I'm hearing this noise at the foot of my bed, running around.  I finally hear the noise move onto the bathroom and then the door to our bedroom closing with a hard "whoosh"!!  I finally try to speak and can finally her myself softly calling oour my wife's name.  I then was able to finally move my arm from around her and turn to my side of the bed and turn on my bedside lamp.  My wife had moved with me to my side of the bed so I turned to her and said, "Where did he go?  Our son, he was in here running around the foot of our bed.  He doesn't leave and always climbs into bed with us?".  She looks at me and says, " He was never in here and why would you think that he has been?".  I got a little freaked out, said nothing, turned off the light and tried not to think about the incident. 

First time I've been sat on, hopefully it's the last!!   :o :o :o

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on October 19, 2009, 08:41:52 AM
He should've just shot 'em.
 ::)
That's a headshot!   ;D
(http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o341/force_multiplier/photo-1.jpg)

that's what me, long and wong always do in mn!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on October 19, 2009, 08:45:53 AM
I'm not sure if I told this story already but here it is:

My husband's brother and his family once lived in this so call new house by which was occupied by two or three previous owners.

They have two daughters at the time their age were 2 and 4.  One day while the parents were sleeping in the bedroom or not sure where they were but the kids were playing somewhere in the house.  They also have two of their boy cousins over too.  Now, keep in mind that this story was told by our niece herself.  She told us that while they were playing, they saw this old lady wandering around the house.  We asked her what was the old lady wearing and our niece went and point at a picture of our mother in law dress in hmong clothing.  Now, this little girl can't be lying b/c how does she know to point out what the ghost was wearing. 

She then said that the old lady has blood all over her face and was yelling at the kids to get out of her house.  This spirit somehow did not scare our niece but our other nephews got frighten of this ghost.  After their parents heard of the story they moved right out.  Found out that the previous owner's mother died in that house.

When she told this story to the hubby and I, we got goosebumps all over us...Creepy!

I should start believing my 2yr old son, when he says "monter rye there"

I usually just shrug it off
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 19, 2009, 09:54:51 AM
that's what me, long and wong always do in mn!
I taught perry n dk how to shoot.  8)  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 19, 2009, 10:23:56 AM
He should've just shot 'em.
 ::)
That's a headshot!   ;D
(http://i340.photobucket.com/albums/o341/force_multiplier/photo-1.jpg)
I'm glad he didn't try to kill them... These rats were the size of a reg. cat okay.. when night fall comes around u hear them running back and forth in the bushes in the back yard. :o Plus, I don't want any spirits to come hunt us for killing one of their buddy. ;D


alright, i remember this happen once to me... 12 years ago.... I was laying on my bed watching TV at night.. during that time, the hub had this little tv with a big on and off buttom... Hub was working 2nd shift so he don't get home until 12am.... Well as I was watching a movie, I heard something and then all of a sudden the on and off buttom sound like it was push off and tv shuts off quickly... I had no lights on so it was pitch black until I ran outside.. Luckily someone was still up for me to chill with until the hub came home. I had to quickly act like that was nothing in order to stay in my room at night alone for the next year until we moved. ;D There are certain house that will give you the creep when u first enter the house and some house that don't give u the creep no matter how scary of a movie you watched.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 19, 2009, 10:30:19 AM
even better.  i'm a ghost's worst nightmare. 

the bigger the better. 

i really don't care if the place is haunted anymore.  i just tell the ghost to stfu so i can sleep.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 19, 2009, 10:39:52 AM
even better.  i'm a ghost's worst nightmare. 

the bigger the better. 

i really don't care if the place is haunted anymore.  i just tell the ghost to stfu so i can sleep.   ;D

ur a man so u better man up. ;D it would suck if my hub is a scary cat just like me. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 19, 2009, 10:44:14 AM
that's good! 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 19, 2009, 10:47:54 AM
that's good! 
didn't u say u have like a tons of thing under ur bed. :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on October 19, 2009, 02:16:57 PM
So sweet_luvin encouraged me to write in here but I refuse to read anything because I'm a little chicken. So before my hubby and I jingle bell for me, I used to sense things and see things in my house. My house is completely new, built last year and we are the 1st occupants so it can't be nothign like former occupants. I'm going to tell some things only...

1. One morning, my 1 year old son and I were up, I think we were both in the kitchen because I was making breakfast. I hear somebody cleared their throat, like a loud "ahem" and so I thought it was my hubby. I went to check and there wasn't anyone, I looked at the TV and the channels were flipping! In order to switch the channels, you have to point the remote to the cable box. I was so scared, I took my son and ran into the bedroom just to find that my husband was sleeping so loudly snoring!

2. A couple nights later, I woke up and heard noises in my bedroom. I have a big bathroom, too and there ain't much stuff hanging on the walls, and of course, every bathroom echos... I heard someone moving my stuff around, the same noise if you were to pick up something like facial lotion and set it back down.

3. My auntie was sick from cancer, and her last days were the most freaky for me. She's never seen my house before because I bought it at the time she was doing her monthly chemo and radiation so she was super tired. I go to work really early,  around 6 in the morning and I take the same road every single morning and listen to the same songs every single morning but that morning was different. As I rode through the dark road, something was different about the song, it sounded so different. I listened closely and I hear hmong ritual drums beating, the little hmong flute thingy (qheng, can't spell hmong, lol), and I heard cries like that [email protected] hmong cry. I turned the volume down and I could stil hear it. It wasn't like loud, loud, that sort of comotion was really light in the background. I got so scared that I sped off, I was the only one on the road until I got to the stop light, I felt much better because there were cars. I dared not look in the mirrors, rear-view nor sides-views. A couple of nights later, she passed away.

4. After she died, I had a dream that she came to visit me. I was so scared of her in my dream because she came to my house and was wearing hmong clothes, which is the scariest ever to see old ppl in hmong clothes! She looked realllllly healthy and normal looking, I guess I was scared because I knew she had gone. At first we were at her house, but as I ran outside and looked back, it was my house. She was upset at me and I remember exactly what she said the me, "Why are you running away. you told me to come see your new house and I am happy for you but you are running away so I am going home now." I woke up and remembered that a 3-4 of weeks before she passed, before she started losing her memory, I told her my hubby and I had bought our very 1st home and I wanted her to come visit me so I can cook her a meal in my home. I guess she wanted to come make me happy because I really wanted her to see. Before she died, she told me how happy she was to see that I am carrying a good life regardless of what ppl have said about me. My husband loves me very much and provides a good and healthy relationship. I'm forever grateful for her to come say goodbye. I should have reacted differently. But it's ok, because they say that if you're mean to a ghost, that ghost will not come bother you anymore. I guess it was ok for me to act that way, too. Superstitious.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Kashia on October 19, 2009, 04:37:16 PM
So sweet_luvin encouraged me to write in here but I refuse to read anything because I'm a little chicken. So before my hubby and I jingle bell for me, I used to sense things and see things in my house. My house is completely new, built last year and we are the 1st occupants so it can't be nothign like former occupants. I'm going to tell some things only...

1. One morning, my 1 year old son and I were up, I think we were both in the kitchen because I was making breakfast. I hear somebody cleared their throat, like a loud "ahem" and so I thought it was my hubby. I went to check and there wasn't anyone, I looked at the TV and the channels were flipping! In order to switch the channels, you have to point the remote to the cable box. I was so scared, I took my son and ran into the bedroom just to find that my husband was sleeping so loudly snoring!

2. A couple nights later, I woke up and heard noises in my bedroom. I have a big bathroom, too and there ain't much stuff hanging on the walls, and of course, every bathroom echos... I heard someone moving my stuff around, the same noise if you were to pick up something like facial lotion and set it back down.

3. My auntie was sick from cancer, and her last days were the most freaky for me. She's never seen my house before because I bought it at the time she was doing her monthly chemo and radiation so she was super tired. I go to work really early,  around 6 in the morning and I take the same road every single morning and listen to the same songs every single morning but that morning was different. As I rode through the dark road, something was different about the song, it sounded so different. I listened closely and I hear hmong ritual drums beating, the little hmong flute thingy (qheng, can't spell hmong, lol), and I heard cries like that [email protected] hmong cry. I turned the volume down and I could stil hear it. It wasn't like loud, loud, that sort of comotion was really light in the background. I got so scared that I sped off, I was the only one on the road until I got to the stop light, I felt much better because there were cars. I dared not look in the mirrors, rear-view nor sides-views. A couple of nights later, she passed away.

4. After she died, I had a dream that she came to visit me. I was so scared of her in my dream because she came to my house and was wearing hmong clothes, which is the scariest ever to see old ppl in hmong clothes! She looked realllllly healthy and normal looking, I guess I was scared because I knew she had gone. At first we were at her house, but as I ran outside and looked back, it was my house. She was upset at me and I remember exactly what she said the me, "Why are you running away. you told me to come see your new house and I am happy for you but you are running away so I am going home now." I woke up and remembered that a 3-4 of weeks before she passed, before she started losing her memory, I told her my hubby and I had bought our very 1st home and I wanted her to come visit me so I can cook her a meal in my home. I guess she wanted to come make me happy because I really wanted her to see. Before she died, she told me how happy she was to see that I am carrying a good life regardless of what ppl have said about me. My husband loves me very much and provides a good and healthy relationship. I'm forever grateful for her to come say goodbye. I should have reacted differently. But it's ok, because they say that if you're mean to a ghost, that ghost will not come bother you anymore. I guess it was ok for me to act that way, too. Superstitious.

OMG #3 is creepy! My grandmother just passed with cancer 3days ago....... Lucky I didn't experience any of that!

Oh gosh I have the goosebumps now
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on October 19, 2009, 05:46:31 PM
Sahara,

my BIL lived in a haunted house before too. One time staying there, my husband decided to bring over his bow and arrow to see if he can kill the nasty big rats in the backyard. Little did he know that those big rats must not be rats only.  >:D During the day he yelled out " tonight, you rats are gonna die." Well he put his bow and arrow outside but so high that none of the kids will get to it... nightfall came and he didn't want to go and do what he said anymore... The next day he went to find his bow and arrow all chewed up. :o ::) >:D Guess the rats got to it. :D  Then the BIL's wife had a dreamed that someone came to tell her that don't think they can kill them. :o

if you want to kill something like that, you can't say it out loud or they'll hear it.

before i met my husband, he used to live in the ghetto and there were cat size rat in the basement. To get to the basement you have to go out and enter through another door on the side of the house. Anyways somehow they could travel through the walls and chew up on things when no one is home. So one time my husband said out loud "i'm going kill them rats!" That night he had a dream. The rats came to him and said "Koj xav tua peb puas yog? peb nyob peb na. thiab peb yeej nyob ntawm no ua ntej." my husband woke up and was like WTF?!?! He did not kill them. His plan was to go buy them rat killer thinging at the store but that dream stop him.

never say things like this when you are around them or they are around you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on October 19, 2009, 06:06:18 PM
4. After she died, I had a dream that she came to visit me. I was so scared of her in my dream because she came to my house and was wearing hmong clothes, which is the scariest ever to see old ppl in hmong clothes! She looked realllllly healthy and normal looking, I guess I was scared because I knew she had gone. At first we were at her house, but as I ran outside and looked back, it was my house. She was upset at me and I remember exactly what she said the me, "Why are you running away. you told me to come see your new house and I am happy for you but you are running away so I am going home now." I woke up and remembered that a 3-4 of weeks before she passed, before she started losing her memory, I told her my hubby and I had bought our very 1st home and I wanted her to come visit me so I can cook her a meal in my home. I guess she wanted to come make me happy because I really wanted her to see. Before she died, she told me how happy she was to see that I am carrying a good life regardless of what ppl have said about me. My husband loves me very much and provides a good and healthy relationship. I'm forever grateful for her to come say goodbye. I should have reacted differently. But it's ok, because they say that if you're mean to a ghost, that ghost will not come bother you anymore. I guess it was ok for me to act that way, too. Superstitious.

i have a similar dream. our niam hlob lived w/ us and when she died, she came to visit 3-4 people. It wasn't her time yet but she suffered a stroke and doc wouldn't let us feed her b/c her left side was paralyzed and if fed, she would choke and died. So she died hungry. She came to the other ladies asking for food b/c she was very hungry. The other one owed her money, that lady got scared, burned her a few paper money and returned the niam hlob's jacket the lady took right after niam hlob passed away. She came to me many times asking why we let her go and reliving the funeral. The last time i ever saw her, i was in the kitchen, she pop out of nowhere from the living room into the kitchen. I was surprised it was her, no scared but surprised as in happy. She walked up to me and said, "i told you to give me a shopping bag, why haven't you give me one?" I didn't answered her except said "niam hlob, you left us, we missed you so much. now that you've have return i won't let you go anymore, come back and live with us!" I grab a hold of her wrist and wouldn't let her go. She tried to pull away but i held her tight on her wrist. Realizing I wouldn't let go, she just vanish. That was the last time. i think i scared her.

when she was still alive, she didn't like me. She felt like i came and took away T (my husband) away from her. She was very jealous of my husband, like he belong to her or something. She spread rumors about me and always give me the eyes. After she died and those she visit became afraid of her... but i wasn't. It wasn't me who hated her so why should i be scared. When she died and relatives who heard she died rushed over and scramble through her bedroom for goods. I thought to myself, she's probably standing in the corner watching these crazy people going through her room angrily. The elders handed my husband and i her hmong outfits and whatever was important.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on October 19, 2009, 09:05:30 PM
I saw a little black shadow walk into the bathroom when I was taking a shower. I think it needed to crap

here's what happen, I was in the shower around 530 in the morning. As I got done cleaning the soap off my body (I was facing the shower) I turn around to grab the shampoo, there was a small black shadow walked in. I was like what the... Did I not pay attention and my wife or sil walked in.... so I was just like naw I would have heard someone walked in, and it mustve been me when I turn around. So I grab the shampoo, thinking that it was my shadow. I also turn around back and forth thinking maybe i'll just catch my shadow. Now! I was like... FAWK!  i better hurry up my shadow only hits the wall not on the outside. So I shampoo my hair really quick and got out.

I think it was a poj ntxooj
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 19, 2009, 09:42:27 PM
didn't u say u have like a tons of thing under ur bed. :D
that's at home.  now i'm  :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 19, 2009, 09:45:04 PM
I saw a little black shadow walk into the bathroom when I was taking a shower. I think it needed to crap

here's what happen, I was in the shower around 530 in the morning. As I got done cleaning the soap off my body (I was facing the shower) I turn around to grab the shampoo, there was a small black shadow walked in. I was like what the... Did I not pay attention and my wife or sil walked in.... so I was just like naw I would have heard someone walked in, and it mustve been me when I turn around. So I grab the shampoo, thinking that it was my shadow. I also turn around back and forth thinking maybe i'll just catch my shadow. Now! I was like... FAWK!  i better hurry up my shadow only hits the wall not on the outside. So I shampoo my hair really quick and got out.

I think it was a poj ntxooj

Next time you sense a PN or ghost, chock up a big luugy and spit at 'em.  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 19, 2009, 10:10:40 PM
FlowerShiney say she "T H I N K" her and her son were in the kitchen because she was making breakfast. And than she say finishing up her story that before her aunt pass away, her aunt had told her that her aunt's happy that FlowerShiney is carrying a good life and regardless of what people said about her?. Wow!. And I guess she can't comment me back because she said she's too chicken to read.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 20, 2009, 09:56:57 AM
if you want to kill something like that, you can't say it out loud or they'll hear it.

before i met my husband, he used to live in the ghetto and there were cat size rat in the basement. To get to the basement you have to go out and enter through another door on the side of the house. Anyways somehow they could travel through the walls and chew up on things when no one is home. So one time my husband said out loud "i'm going kill them rats!" That night he had a dream. The rats came to him and said "Koj xav tua peb puas yog? peb nyob peb na. thiab peb yeej nyob ntawm no ua ntej." my husband woke up and was like WTF?!?! He did not kill them. His plan was to go buy them rat killer thinging at the store but that dream stop him.

never say things like this when you are around them or they are around you.

I know... My husband some how blur it out...  My in laws did tell us to not say things out loud when u plan to kill something. Not only that, I've always heard that some rats are not just rats.. they are actually ghost living in a rats body.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on October 20, 2009, 03:10:58 PM



3. My auntie was sick from cancer, and her last days were the most freaky for me. She's never seen my house before because I bought it at the time she was doing her monthly chemo and radiation so she was super tired. I go to work really early,  around 6 in the morning and I take the same road every single morning and listen to the same songs every single morning but that morning was different. As I rode through the dark road, something was different about the song, it sounded so different. I listened closely and I hear hmong ritual drums beating, the little hmong flute thingy (qheng, can't spell hmong, lol), and I heard cries like that [email protected] hmong cry. I turned the volume down and I could stil hear it. It wasn't like loud, loud, that sort of comotion was really light in the background. I got so scared that I sped off, I was the only one on the road until I got to the stop light, I felt much better because there were cars. I dared not look in the mirrors, rear-view nor sides-views. A couple of nights later, she passed away.



That's creepy - hearing that playing in your car.... got goosebumps now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on October 20, 2009, 06:59:19 PM
even better.  i'm a ghost's worst nightmare. 

the bigger the better. 

i really don't care if the place is haunted anymore.  i just tell the ghost to stfu so i can sleep.   ;D
Do what Beggar does, "Do your thing and leave me the duck alone!  I'm too tired..."  And they never came back...   ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on October 20, 2009, 07:01:14 PM
Next time you sense a PN or ghost, chock up a big luugy and spit at 'em.  :D
That's what LP did!  And the dude never forgave him for that...   ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 21, 2009, 09:27:52 AM
what dude?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bkou on October 21, 2009, 02:22:28 PM
I'm glad "genuinely" doesn't come on as much anymore. He was so annoying half way through the forum pages! Yay-for "genuinely" is barely here!

Anyway, this is my personal experience. When I think about it, it's not as scary. I don't know why, it just isn't.

I was about 2-3, old enough to walk and speak. I slept on the floor of my parents' bedroom, all the way to the wall. Their bedroom door was opened all the way one night, and from where I was sleeping I could see all the way down the hall, to the dining room, to the kitchen, and then the door that has stairs going to the basement. Well, I saw the light right above the stairs was on, and I heard a faint noise. I got up, walked all the way to the top of the stairs, and I heard the old wooden piano(it came with the house) playing. I didn't know anything, so next I remember was that I was right next to the piano, and I could see the keys moving up and down, like someone was playing it, but no one was actually there. I remember the little seat that came with it was scootched out a little bit, as if someone was sitting there.

I don't remember anything after that. Up until a year ago, I had believed this was only a dream. I confronted my sister with this, and she said, "Oh. Actually, that wasn't a dream. You used to talk about it all the time when it happened, but we told it was just a dream so you wouldn't talk about it no more."

I don't know if it's the house or my family, but even the house we lived in before that was pretty creepy. I was only one year old, I know it might sound unbelievable to most, but I remember this stuff. In our old house, either it was a dream or it actually happened. I remember exactly how the house is. It was a two story house, my family lived in the bottom and my grandparents lived upstairs. In the kitchen there was a door that led to upstairs, my grandparents' house. I remember walking up there, and it's not just one staircase, it's two but angled. Well, as I was walking up the second flight, I heard footsteps right behind me. As I turned around, I saw no one and the footsteps stopped. I continued up again, and again, the footsteps started right behind me. I got to the top of the stairs, and this is where I also don't know what happened afterwards-I look into my grandparents' home and I can see the staircase in the corner of my left eye, and I strongly feel something on the stairs next to me. Then, like my other story, I don't remember anything after that.

Then since those personal experiences I haven't seen anything strange, really. But the house my parents live in right now is sort of creepy. Nothing major. But one year I had my oldest niece in the basement with me. As I was holding her heading upstairs, she pointed to this dark corner and said, "Aunty, what's that?" I was like, "What's what?" She pointed to the corner and thought again, she's pretty smart and only about 3, she said, "Oh, nothing. Hehe." But I knew she knew that thing in the corner wasn't right and she pretended she made a lie up so neither of us would be scared. Then, a year later, my other little niece, about 1-2 years old, did the exact same thing WITH ME. We were walking past that area, and she goes, "Aunty, what's over there?" I was thinking, 'Hell no, not again.' This time, I made sure it was something. I said, "What is it?" She goes, "What's over there?" And she's pointing into the dark corner, again. I was only halfway to the stairs and the lights weren't even on where we were heading, so I took her back to the bedroom in the basement where everyone was.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 21, 2009, 02:52:07 PM
bkou, those are some creepy experience...g ives me the goosebumps...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on October 21, 2009, 04:06:49 PM
what dude?
The ugly one!  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on October 21, 2009, 04:58:59 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uURbN8XygA

got to YouTube and type Japanese ghost video
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 21, 2009, 11:54:07 PM
bkou sleep on the floor of the foot of his parents' bed? loving family
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 22, 2009, 01:05:03 AM
The last time i ever saw her, i was in the kitchen, she pop out of nowhere from the living room into the kitchen. I was surprised it was her, no scared but surprised as in happy. She walked up to me and said, "i told you to give me a shopping bag, why haven't you give me one?" I didn't answered her except said "niam hlob, you left us, we missed you so much. now that you've have return i won't let you go anymore, come back and live with us!" I grab a hold of her wrist and wouldn't let her go. She tried to pull away but i held her tight on her wrist. Realizing I wouldn't let go, she just vanish



Shit I would've gone wild seeing somebody dead walk up to me while I'm alone in the house, especially knowing they hated me.  You are a crazy azz....And you held her risk? What is you held her risk but her skin came off, and started to stink lol. Dead she even look dead when you saw her, like pale? What type of clothing?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 22, 2009, 12:01:42 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uURbN8XygA

got to YouTube and type Japanese ghost video

i noticed one in there that was easily not a ghots. at about 1:24, u can see the "ghostly leg" appear once, adn if u look outside, the guy outside is walking in the same pattern as the leg
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on October 22, 2009, 08:35:52 PM
Shit I would've gone wild seeing somebody dead walk up to me while I'm alone in the house, especially knowing they hated me.  You are a crazy azz....And you held her risk? What is you held her risk but her skin came off, and started to stink lol. Dead she even look dead when you saw her, like pale? What type of clothing?

It was a dream. She came to me in my dreams. She was just like how she was in real life (very human).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 22, 2009, 10:37:28 PM
It was a dream. She came to me in my dreams. She was just like how she was in real life (very human).




Oh you should've said it was a dream cause if that happened in real life, it would be crazy. More stories please
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: treasurer on October 23, 2009, 12:01:00 PM
I used to work nights, on base at a small military hospital. Since I was a new nurse there, I didn't know the history of the hospital, just that it was an old building. I had 15 patients on the west wing under my care that night. After I made my round, I would go back to the station and dock my records. After a CNA made her round cleaning the patients up and putting them to sleep, she came back to the station and we chatted for a bit. The call light on one of the room at the end of the west wing lit up. I looked at the number and went to check. When I got there, it was very cold in the room. There was no one in the room. Thinking it was a malfunction on the call button, I went to the empty hospital bed and shook the call button, banged it a few times and set it aside. I went back to the station. The CNA was finished recording her bp/dt of the patients and we resumed our conversation.
The call button lit up again, I told the CNA to go check. She got up and went. She ran back real fast and said, theres no one in that room. I told her I know and that it was a malfunction. I also made sure to check the chart again, to see if there was a patient there. But nada. I told her to go and unplug the call button. Hesitating, she quickly went and unplugged it. She have left to the latrine, when the call button lit up again. Thats strange I thought, because I'm sure the CNA unplugged it. So I went ahead to check again. It was unplugged.
So I checked all the patients to see if they woke up and was playing a joke on us. Everyone was asleep. It was already 3am. I was about ready to walk my way back to the station, when the call light lit up in the back room. I didn't think anything at all. Cept took down a note, telling the technicians to fix the call light.
So back at the station again with the CNA, we were talking about some of the patients, when the light lit up again in the empty room, we ignored it because we knew it was a malfunction. Then it turned off again and then lit up again, turned off and lit up. Ringing and ringing for our attention. But we ignored it. Somehow we heard a loud bang and then felt a cold cold grasp of air coming down the hall. We both were shocked and stood up to see who and what was making a ruckus. What we saw that night, scared us to death. It was like a ghost movie we never believed in. We saw a girl in a long gown, pale with such a evil face floating at the end of the west wing outside of the room with the lit up call button. The CNA quit the next day, and I requested a transfer out soon after that. But never again, did I work the west wing. Not long after that, the military tore down that hospital and transferred all the patients to the new big hospital.

But anways, the ghost looked ALMOST like this : (http://www.imagecows.com/uploads/c4a1-foto%20hantu%20n3.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 23, 2009, 12:52:15 PM
damn, if i saw that, i would freak out, thats y i hate hospitals
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 23, 2009, 01:19:43 PM
omg...treasure r, that is some creepy story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 23, 2009, 02:05:13 PM
it is creepy
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 23, 2009, 02:05:47 PM
Mee, where you from?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: treasurer on October 23, 2009, 05:08:14 PM
I've read a lot of ghost stories where people would hear knocks, foot steps, get bothered by spirits, etc. and in some cases, these people would often talk to the spirits and tell them to move on or tell them to knock it off and it usually would stop.  I often wonder if this would actually work or if it would piss off the spirits even more?

I dont think it matters. Sometimes from what i hear from those psychics and readers, if you tell them, some will often quiet down and wont bother you. But most often, i dont think so.  :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on October 23, 2009, 07:15:57 PM
I've read a lot of ghost stories where people would hear knocks, foot steps, get bothered by spirits, etc. and in some cases, these people would often talk to the spirits and tell them to move on or tell them to knock it off and it usually would stop.  I often wonder if this would actually work or if it would piss off the spirits even more?

some of them are bad... Like this one night I got sit on two times, and the third time I got mad and I cuss it out to fawk off. It push my head down and I just kept telling it to get fawk off. When it fawk off, I look at the window, the blinds was slightly open and the window was open all the way.

It was summer time and hot in the room that's why I opened it. But, the blind slightly open. Geez... Those bastard!
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Title: Re: Who Says You Can't Show Signs Even When Others Can't See You
Post by: chingy-vang on October 24, 2009, 03:13:22 PM
I live in Fresno to, and Sequoia middle school is known for it's hauntings. One time my bro in law went to take a piss there at night and he saw this cowboy in the hallway. My cousins live right across the street from it and they always here things about the school.



Fresno got some creepy funeral homes, and here's a very creepy one. This one lady went to the restroom and was in there all by herself. Then she heard someone came into the restroom and used the toilet right next to hers. Well when she looked at the shoes, it was a dead person's shoes. She was so fawking scared that she didn't want to get out but instead, she waited for somebody else to enter so it'll be safer to get out. Well after a while, she decided to make a run for the door so she dashed out of her toilet and went for the door, only to find the door locked. She started banging on the door and yelling for help. She heard people on the other side trying to open the door but it was stuck. While crying out loud and leaning against the door, wishing she can go right through the door, the toilet flushed. She was covering her face and her heart was gonna beat out of her chest, then she heard the toilet door creak open and footsteps coming towards her. She dared to not peek, then bamm the door opened and she was so joyed to hear the people's voices but still she dared not peek. She finally opened her watery eyes when she was sure that she was safe and she told them that she saw a dead in the restroom. They replied that she was the only one in the restroom when they opened the door and they check but nobody was in the restroom. They sent her home and closed that restroom for the remainder of the funeral. They jingle belled, but I don't know the conclusion.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 24, 2009, 11:07:48 PM

   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.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hnubciyaj on October 25, 2009, 07:02:37 PM
Even my husband was there. I still got sat on…frekn hell…!! Make me piss so much…on Saturday, maybe afternoon, my hubby was right beside me was telling me to wake up but I didn’t bcoz I was soo tired…and then that thing paralyse me. I heard wind and evil laugh. When I got release, I start yelling at them, why you do this to me. What did I do wrong and you are so mean to me. My hubby was like huh? Why are you yelling at me? And I was like, im not talking to you..LOL….and then he told my mother-in-law about it…she say that to use yawm txiv tus hluas nkauj over me<<<we have to say that…so it will stop…
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 26, 2009, 08:23:31 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 26, 2009, 09:17:10 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 26, 2009, 03:42:19 PM
Shadow, the camping story, you guys got play bad that's all. All the other campers must be laughing their butt off as your little girl crew scatter. HA HA HA
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 26, 2009, 03:49:51 PM
Yeah!, your teacher definitely taught you guys something or at least try to. He's having fun scaring little girls with scary noises and than scary them some more by telling them fake story he had heard before. What a funny story Shadow. Funny, funny, and funny.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 27, 2009, 10:57:30 AM
Shadow, the camping story, you guys got play bad that's all. All the other campers must be laughing their butt off as your little girl crew scatter. HA HA HA

shoot, if u were there, u wouldnt be getting a blast out of it
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on October 27, 2009, 01:48:43 PM
This isn't scary but it's on the supernatural side as well. This took place in NC roughly 2 years ago. My cousin's wife was really sick. she's been sick for a quite a while. It got to the point where she's pretty much skin and bone. I live in the southern states in the midwest, so I was the closest relative to them. My family got word that she was very sick and didn't know how much time she has left. Very short and simple information like that.

My bro-in-law, my two sisters, my mother, my middle brother and myself took a trip to NC to visit them because of the news. We thought she's just sick from poor health, so we didn't think much of it except to go and visit and see her before she goes to the afterlife. We drove all night and go there the next morning. We found their house, and it was somewhere in the suburbs. To get to their house, we got off the paved road and hti a dirt road passing through some other hmong people's homes. My cousin's house is situated on the far corner behind these other people's home. My cousin built his house with some buffer land in front of his house thus putting his house in the far corner of his lot.

During the late morning as we were pulling up to his house, there's a sense of weird feelings that overcame me. First thing that came to mind was a scene from some scary movie where it's a gloomy day with trees with leaves all fallen off. It pretty much was a good setting for a horror movie. Anyways, we pulled up to his place and went in.

It was roughly 10AM when we got there. After we ate a late breakfast, my mom and my two sisters went and sat next to my cousin's wife's bed. She was in one of those hospital bed. When we got there, she could hardly open her eyes let alone talk. My mom and my sisters went and sat next to her and started talking to her asking her if she knows who they were and how she was feeling. My cousin's wife with a low tone answered them back telling them she knows who they are. At that time she opened her eyes enough to get a glimpse of my mom and my sisters.

For the good part of the day my mom and my sisters where talking to her trying to lift her spirit up a little. By the end of the day, my cousin's wife took a 180 degree turn. She was totally a different person from when we first got there. She was able to talk and was cognitive of her surrounding. Her eyes were wide open like a normal person. She basically was back to normal except she couldn't get out of bed. My mom and sisters fed her rice pourage throughout the day hoping she'll gain enough strength to talk to them.

Our visiting time was limited as my brother needs to catch his flight back to CA, so we planned to return home early the next morning. We stayed all day and all night until we were ready to come back home. By the time we were about to leave, my cousin's wife is very conscious of us being there and acknowledging us. We were happy that she regained some strength to be wtih us for the little time we were there to visit.

2 months went by and my cousin called my bro-in-law with bad news. He told my bro-in-law that his wife had passed on and the funeral is planned for the following 2 weekends and for us to go help him out. On the eve of the funeral weekend, we took yet another trip to NC to help him out.

This is where my cousin told us of all the weird events that has been happening to his wife prior and to the time of her death.

You know how old folks would tell ghost stories at funerals. Well, we were at my cousin's home and preparing for the funeral. he was telling us that during the time of his wife being really sick, she would talk to herself and telling someone or something to go and stop bothering her. My cousin would ask her who she was talking to, but she wouldn't answer him. Everytime when my cousin would feed her with rice porridge, she would tell him that it was useless coz he wasn't feeding her, but he was feeding "them". He would tell her that he is feeding her. She would say,"No you're not. They're stading next to me with their hands shaping like a spoon and next to my mouth waiting for you to spoon the porridge into my mouth." My cousin would tell her that there is no one there. She still insists that there is someone or something there. This went on all the time according to him.

He said right before we went to visit the first time, he saw a cat sitting outside his door. He did tell us that eversince he moved there, he had not seen a single cat, but this time there was a cat sitting at his front door. He didn't think much of it then, so he scooted the cat away. He did noticed that there was a weird odor to the cat and yet still he didn't think much of it. He also told us of many other incidents that happened, but i forgot most of it.

After his wife was burried, people that knows his wife and her side of the family when they were back in Laos told him that when his wife was still dating, she did a blood oath with this one guy. After her, that same guy did blood oaths with two other girls. After all these years and they each being married and having their own family, the guy that she did the blood oath with had died. He came and got the other two girls he did the blood oath with already. My cousin's wife was the last of the three girls, and that's why she died.

With this, my cousin started adding everything all the weird things up, and it all made sense. All the times she was telling him that "They" were there next to her, the strange cat at this door, and all the other things.

So my cousin's wife died because he and the other girls came and took her with them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 27, 2009, 01:56:41 PM
Ugh, stupid hmong people and their blood oath things, but it makes for a good movie
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 27, 2009, 02:15:46 PM
Ugh, stupid hmong people and their blood oath things, but it makes for a good movie

haha... true love comes to a scary ending. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on October 27, 2009, 02:24:42 PM
Here's another one....this happened this past weekend to my cousin and his txiv laus while hunting.

They live in CA and they went deer hunting this weekend. Both my cousin and his txiv laus was in their tree stand. They got there pretty early and they each took turn sleeping. It was my cousin's turn taking his zzzz. He had only dose off when he heard his bro-in-law took his 257. His bro-in-law whispered,"Don't move! I see something coming." Next thing he heard...BANG!! He shot a bobcat.

He told my cousin that those animals travel in packs too so hodl off on going down to check it out. They stayed in their tree stand for another good 30 minutes before they went down. While they were walking towards the animal, they heard a big howling from the next valley. They both stopped and looked at one another. then they proceeded again. Then all of the sudden! they both heard a screeching scream roughly 200 yards away from behind them. They both turned around that looked.

By this time, they both are scared out of their wits. They are hunters and they heard stories of strange things happening. After hearing that scream, they both headed back up the tree stand and forgetting the animal they've shot.

When they came back home, my cousin's bro-in-law was telling him about the night before when they were sleeping at camp. he said he heard something walking around their tents and he grabbed his rifle waiting to see what would come into their tents. He waited and waited but nothing and then the next day that happened to them.

I've heard that hmong hunters in CA claimed that there are certain parts of hunting grounds that are occupied by Phis Nyum Vais. Just something I heard...dunno if it's true or not tho.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 27, 2009, 02:47:39 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 27, 2009, 05:43:04 PM
same here, thats not the first time i heard a hunting story in cali that involved the Phis Nyum Vais(it looks more legit then the way i explained it), my uncle are always telling me about it, and even once told me he got chased by a ghost, but hunting is one of the ultimate thing to do if u want to get scared or something, hunting and fishing

No way..I'll pass on that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 28, 2009, 07:52:20 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on October 28, 2009, 02:26:28 PM
FlowerShiney say she "T H I N K" her and her son were in the kitchen because she was making breakfast. And than she say finishing up her story that before her aunt pass away, her aunt had told her that her aunt's happy that FlowerShiney is carrying a good life and regardless of what people said about her?. Wow!. And I guess she can't comment me back because she said she's too chicken to read.

for me, it's ok for me talk about my stuff, but then i can't handle what other ppl write, so i ignore. it makes me think about other ppl's ghosts stories, scaring myself.   :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 28, 2009, 02:33:31 PM
My Grandma died in our old apartment back in 96. After we moved, our cousins came and lived in it and their son have seen an old lady sitting on the bed, on his way to the restroom. Thinking it was a visiting relative, he asked his mom if they had a visitor. She said no way, then he told her what he saw. Well the boy didn't know but his mom knew that our grandma passed away in the room, so she came and told us about it. They've had a few more strange sightings, which finally convinced them to move out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bkou on October 28, 2009, 11:23:40 PM
I believe my husband always got sat on before me. He looked it up and said it's "sleep paralysis." He doesn't believe in getting sit on because he's Cambodian. But one night really convinced me. He always mumbles when he's getting sat on, I'll wake up, wake him up, and he'll be like, "Didn't you hear me? I was screaming for you!" I would tell him the usual, "You were mumbling, I couldn't even understand what you were saying." He was very handsome, so I understood why it happened to him. (Well, my mom said that it happens if you're very handsome/beautiful to the ones that sit on you.) Well, that one night, he slept by the window and the blinds were opened just enough for some moonlight to get in. Well, I heard him mumbling and his body was twitching-signs he's getting sit on. Well, I woke him up and he said, "...no. Did you see him?" I was like, "See who?" He said, "The man at the window. He was trying to break in. He wanted to come in. I wouldn't let him..." I thought, 'HOLY duck! Now that thing is trying to come into our home? duck that motherducker! I'm so glad you(husband) is smart!' I told my husband he was just having a bad dream and to go back to sleep. Fortunately, he's gained some weight and hasn't happened in a long time. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bkou on October 29, 2009, 12:01:42 AM
This is just a dream, but it was still so scary!

I was driving a super-deluxe moped. It had me, two of my sisters, my little brother, and my parents on it. I was driving when I felt sleepy or something, and we got pulled over. I pulled over to the side of this building, it was an old warehouse. My sisters and I ventured into it, and found that it was an abandoned crate-manufacturing business. The place was spooky. Then, these Hmong realtors came out trying to make a deal with my parents, and as they're calculating prices, I see this tall white man-ghost walking around the building(from inside the warehouse there were two huge windows.) Well, I saw him coming around again, and again, and again. Each time he passed he seemed to be running around faster and faster, and each time he was chanting something in Hmong. I pointed it out, and everyone was scared poopless! We wanted to run out, but knew that crossing his path was definite doom, so we waited. He got impatient with us being there, so he jumped through the front window(directly in front of me) and sat right next to me on the couch(I could even feel his leg on mine!) I didn't look at him, and pretended I couldn't see him. I hugged my sister and acted like everything was fine. The ghost started talking to my dad and he said, "I'm going to have to take someone. (I was scared, hoping he wouldn't notice me.) I'll take...HIM!" And he grabbed one of the Hmong businessmen. I don't remember what happened after that, but I woke up so scared. =(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on October 29, 2009, 02:31:13 AM
This thread is very interesting.  Felt I had to respond with a story of my own.  I work in healthcare and I like to donate blood, so my mom told me this one strange story.

There were two sisters somewhere up in the twin cities.  They were both college students, and they donated blood to the red cross.  One sister got very sick, she lost alot of weight and got thinner and thinner, wasting away.  The doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with her either.  One night her mom had a dream.  In the dream, her dad (who passed away recently or several years ago) came to her mom and said, "I don't know why you don't look over our daughters very well.  You need to tell them to stop donating blood.  The reason why our daughter is so sick is because she signed the paper work before donating, and now the donor who received her blood is dead.  Even in the afterlife Nancy (the deceased) keeps coming and taking our daughters blood.  Thats why she's sick all the time."  After that, the mom asked the daughters if they were donating blood, when they confirmed this was true, the family had to do a jingle.  Now the daughter is healthy again.

I don't think i'll be donating blood anymore.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on October 29, 2009, 02:36:46 AM
This is a story I heard happened in my hometown.

There was a family that lived in a haunted house.  The water would turn itself on and off, they would hear footsteps and strange noises.  One day everybody was out except a teenager.  He was making noodles when he heard the bathroom facet turn on.  Now, in this house, the kitchen is at one end, and the bathroom is at the end of the hallway.  He goes to check it out, finds the water running in the bathroom and turns it off.  Then he comes back and continues making his noodles.  He heard the facet turning on a second time, he goes and turns it off again, comes back and stirs his noodles in the kitchen.  The third time he heard it turning on, instead of walking down the hallway, he peeps out of the kitchen, and he sees....a female forehead peeping out from the bathroom back at him!

Creepy that he didn't see the whole face, just the forehead and the hair dangling around it.  I think that family moved out soon after.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 29, 2009, 09:31:35 AM
This thread is very interesting.  Felt I had to respond with a story of my own.  I work in healthcare and I like to donate blood, so my mom told me this one strange story.

There were two sisters somewhere up in the twin cities.  They were both college students, and they donated blood to the red cross.  One sister got very sick, she lost alot of weight and got thinner and thinner, wasting away.  The doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with her either.  One night her mom had a dream.  In the dream, her dad (who passed away recently or several years ago) came to her mom and said, "I don't know why you don't look over our daughters very well.  You need to tell them to stop donating blood.  The reason why our daughter is so sick is because she signed the paper work before donating, and now the donor who received her blood is dead.  Even in the afterlife Nancy (the deceased) keeps coming and taking our daughters blood.  Thats why she's sick all the time."  After that, the mom asked the daughters if they were donating blood, when they confirmed this was true, the family had to do a jingle.  Now the daughter is healthy again.

I don't think i'll be donating blood anymore.....

Thanks for sharing.  I used to donate blood but not anymore.  Will have to keep this in mind.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on October 29, 2009, 10:48:50 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on October 29, 2009, 12:48:04 PM
remember how i told u guys i was goin hunting this weekend at a place that was "suppose" to be haunted, well, i just heard a new story about it from my uncle, he went there a few days ago to see if it was suitable(which means if their were a lot of animals for us to hunt, lol), heres his story

It was around 3 in the morning when he started tracking an animal, since it was dark he didnt really know what it was, he thought maybe a Doe or something. Well he followed it for about a good 10 minutes when he found himself in a clearing, and thats when the animal sprinted off, leaving him alone. Thats when he noticed he was in a place that he was unfamiliarized with. Scared, but still hmong, he decided to still follow the animal(which sprinted away, i knoe, wat an idiot). He looked for its track and when he found it, he said it was the strangest thing he has ever seen(okay, just to inform u, my uncle is just a few years older than me, hes not one of those old people who know all this ghost stuff), it looked like a paw/hand(this is the part where i got goosebumps), and as he followed it nearer the woods, the track started to look more and more like a human hand. He said he freaked out and ran back towards the trees he came from, and just kept running. He was super scared cause he didnt know where he was going, he kept running until(no joke at all), he ran into an indian(lol, i knoe), the other man seemed jsut as frighten as he was(just so u knoe, this wasnt an indian with only a small cloth blockin his penis, lol, this was an indian fully clothed, a modern indian). But anywaise, the man asked him what he was doing there. My uncle looked at him and just cried. The man took my uncle back to the mans truck and drove him to the mans home(a house not a TeePee). He sat my uncle down, and had his wife and kid go outside. That's when he asked my uncle again, what he was doing there. My uncle, now calmed downed, said that he was checking out the place for hunting. The man shook his head and told my uncle that this place was sacred(yeah right), and that animal spirits gaurd this place, and that the hunting ground is seperated from it by a fence. After a few more useless questions. my uncle asked him about the hand/paw print. This confused the man, since he didnt know of anything like that. But the man sent my uncle back to his car, and my uncle left the hunting place. My grandpa told my uncle that it was probably a pob txoog(or something like that), that was trying to take my uncle. But when it went past the indian boundary, it probably was defeated by the good animal spirits(he said it in hmnog, maybe it would make since if u translate it). But, we are still gonna go back there to hunt this weekend, lol, i wanna see the indian


you know that indians are a lot like hmong ppl. they are very supertitious, and very shaman-like.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on October 29, 2009, 12:56:58 PM
remember how i told u guys i was goin hunting this weekend at a place that was "suppose" to be haunted, well, i just heard a new story about it from my uncle, he went there a few days ago to see if it was suitable(which means if their were a lot of animals for us to hunt, lol), heres his story

It was around 3 in the morning when he started tracking an animal, since it was dark he didnt really know what it was, he thought maybe a Doe or something. Well he followed it for about a good 10 minutes when he found himself in a clearing, and thats when the animal sprinted off, leaving him alone. Thats when he noticed he was in a place that he was unfamiliarized with. Scared, but still hmong, he decided to still follow the animal(which sprinted away, i knoe, wat an idiot). He looked for its track and when he found it, he said it was the strangest thing he has ever seen(okay, just to inform u, my uncle is just a few years older than me, hes not one of those old people who know all this ghost stuff), it looked like a paw/hand(this is the part where i got goosebumps), and as he followed it nearer the woods, the track started to look more and more like a human hand. He said he freaked out and ran back towards the trees he came from, and just kept running. He was super scared cause he didnt know where he was going, he kept running until(no joke at all), he ran into an indian(lol, i knoe), the other man seemed jsut as frighten as he was(just so u knoe, this wasnt an indian with only a small cloth blockin his penis, lol, this was an indian fully clothed, a modern indian). But anywaise, the man asked him what he was doing there. My uncle looked at him and just cried. The man took my uncle back to the mans truck and drove him to the mans home(a house not a TeePee). He sat my uncle down, and had his wife and kid go outside. That's when he asked my uncle again, what he was doing there. My uncle, now calmed downed, said that he was checking out the place for hunting. The man shook his head and told my uncle that this place was sacred(yeah right), and that animal spirits gaurd this place, and that the hunting ground is seperated from it by a fence. After a few more useless questions. my uncle asked him about the hand/paw print. This confused the man, since he didnt know of anything like that. But the man sent my uncle back to his car, and my uncle left the hunting place. My grandpa told my uncle that it was probably a pob txoog(or something like that), that was trying to take my uncle. But when it went past the indian boundary, it probably was defeated by the good animal spirits(he said it in hmnog, maybe it would make since if u translate it). But, we are still gonna go back there to hunt this weekend, lol, i wanna see the indian

Go and come back with a good/scary personal experience story. personal experiences are teh best stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 29, 2009, 09:53:51 PM
The one with the forehead of a female staring back at him was scary. Back when me and my family use to lived in a duplex in the middle of a wooded forest right off of exit 107 on I-40 (if you're from NC you know where this is at) we had a relative family came and stay with us for awhile. Everything was fine at first, there were a lot of us kids at the time and we were always having too much fun to pay attention to anything else but ourselves until after one night.

Everybody had just finish taking baths right after dinner and it was bed time. My aunt and her family had been sleeping out in our living room since their arrival, well that night will be a night she'll always remember. She said that no-more than five minutes after the last light (which is the light in the hallway) was turn off, it turn back on and than off again. On and than off again, she said she thought it was probably either me or one of my brothers and sisters so she yelled for us to stop playing around an go to sleep. It stop for awhile and than it happened again, on and than off over and over again. My uncle got kind of mad so he told my aunt to walk over to the hallway and she who it was.

She got up and walk over toward the hallway but stop and slow down in her track when she heard tiny little voices giggling from the hallway. She said she was going to scream at us if she see that it's one of us but when she slowly peek from the end corner she saw two little hairy creatures looking like little kids and they were talking to each other. One of them was on top of the other one so they could reach the light switch because they're shorties and they where flicking the switch on and off, on and off. She got freak and ran back to my uncle and their kids but was too scared to even said a word.

My uncle, thinking that it maybe was still one of us got really mad and got up himself and walk over to the hallway but they were gone so he came into me and my brothers' room and kind of yelled at us to stop playing around and go to sleep. We didn't know what he was talking about than until the next day when my aunt told us kids to be more careful when we play and about what happened from the night before. I was like "WHAT?", because the switch was right out of me and my brother's room. All of us kids use to that baths with the bathroom door wide open for awhile after the incident. More strange things happened at that spooky place but I'll share it more later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 30, 2009, 01:42:24 AM
Share some more please.....I'd love ta hear
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on October 30, 2009, 05:29:37 AM
Well, here's another one:

I bought myself a little baby monitor so I can hear my little girl. She was just about 2 months old when this happened. I closed my bedroom door and while I was walking out to the living room with my son, I heard someone cough through the other end of the monitor. Freaked the sh!t out of me! So, I don't use it anymore.  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 30, 2009, 09:44:53 AM
Havocrazy, that is creepy.  Share more please.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 30, 2009, 10:00:00 AM
FS, that's why I never bother to own one.. During the time dad was still living a lot of weird things happen around the house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on October 30, 2009, 10:05:08 AM
FS, that's why I never bother to own one.. During the time dad was still living a lot of weird things happen around the house.

yeah same here, during the time fathernlaw was really sick.... before i married my hubby, he told me that he was home alone, and he heard someone walking up the stairs.  oooh, goosebumps! hubby was a manwh()re, lol, so he used to come home really late at night. and one night, he was so tired he knocked out. he woke up a bit later and thought his computer was on, but he looked across the room and it wasn't, he heard like someone laugh or giggle, then he felt a pillow hit him in the face. he used to sleep with lots of pillows, and he throws them on the floor when he's on the bed. i guess he was too tired to focus on waht happened, so he just fell back asleep.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on October 30, 2009, 12:05:48 PM
speaking of monitors, i was thinking about getting one for my mom since she LOVES to scream for me. since she started getting sick 8 years ago, she's been seeing and hearing things. often, she'll see little kids playing around her or she'll see my dad. you don't even have to touch her, you just bump into a chair or something, she freaks out and calls for me or someone that she knows is home with her. Well, we live in a two story house. i'm usually downstairs  because the computer is downstairs. even with the tv on next to her, she still screams for me. i would often run up the stairs and see what she wants! as long as she hears my voice or anyone, she's ok. because my mom kept calling for me or for anyone, i thought to get a monitor just so i can let her know that i'm next to her or that i hear her. i even thought about getting her a bell because she can't do much for herself so whatever she wanted, i could get it for her. well, my nephew's wife told us not to get it. apparently, before her grandma died, they bought her one. Whatever her grandma wanted, she would ring that bell. after the grandma died, a few days after her death, they would hear the bell ring. even after they took out the batteries, they could still hear it so they just threw away the bell.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on October 30, 2009, 12:09:42 PM
speaking of monitors, i was thinking about getting one for my mom since she LOVES to scream for me. since she started getting sick 8 years ago, she's been seeing and hearing things. often, she'll see little kids playing around her or she'll see my dad. you don't even have to touch her, you just bump into a chair or something, she freaks out and calls for me or someone that she knows is home with her. Well, we live in a two story house. i'm usually downstairs  because the computer is downstairs. even with the tv on next to her, she still screams for me. i would often run up the stairs and see what she wants! as long as she hears my voice or anyone, she's ok. because my mom kept calling for me or for anyone, i thought to get a monitor just so i can let her know that i'm next to her or that i hear her. i even thought about getting her a bell because she can't do much for herself so whatever she wanted, i could get it for her. well, my nephew's wife told us not to get it. apparently, before her grandma died, they bought her one. Whatever her grandma wanted, she would ring that bell. after the grandma died, a few days after her death, they would hear the bell ring. even after they took out the batteries, they could still hear it so they just threw away the bell.

when old people starts to get sick, they will start seeing things. :( I remember my FIL who keeps on seeing this lil girl who follow him around..one time he saw her and thought it was my daughter... when he stared closely to it, it'sface was a rotten...... it manage to smile at my FIL too..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on October 30, 2009, 12:13:13 PM
speaking of monitors, i was thinking about getting one for my mom since she LOVES to scream for me. since she started getting sick 8 years ago, she's been seeing and hearing things. ...

that's a good idea. but beware of what you may hear at the other end. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on October 30, 2009, 01:02:03 PM
SL, talking about little girls, my mom saw a little girl. she thought it was my niece tapping her. she  didn't think anything. she just went back to sleep. a few months after that, my nephew's wife's mom saw a little girl playing around my mom and before my mom's cardiac arrest, my brother had a dream about a little girl wanting to take my mom. in his dream, it was my older sister.


i remember before my grandma died, she saw a white man standing at my oldest brother's door. it was one night where my grandma came to visit my brother at his home from the nursing home. i was there also visiting my brother. well, the nieces and I were playing in the living room when my grandma comes out of the room yelling at us saying in hmong, "why you guys let that white man inside!!! tell him to leave right now!" we looked at the door and saw no one. we told her that no one was there. she said, "he's right there! don't you see him?" we kind of freaked out so we ran to my brother's bedroom door. pounded on it and woke up my brother and SIL. my SIL went to check it out and again, told her that there was no one there. She put my grandma back to bed. a week or so after, she passed away.

after my dad died and my mom got really sick, like i said above, she would see things. i have so  many stories from it. i think i should be afraid of it but i'm not. i just used to of it. everytime she mentions that she sees soemthing, i just remind her that there's nothing there. i think that's why she's always screaming for me, too. she knows that if i do'nt see it, it's probably something paranormal. makes her even more scared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 30, 2009, 01:18:05 PM
you guys are giving goosebumps but keep it coming.  My grandfather (my mom's dad) also see strange things around him when he was sick.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 30, 2009, 01:20:26 PM
I think when people are gonna reach their due date, their mind gets ready for the transition to the other side, so they are more sensitive to those things we can't see.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on October 30, 2009, 01:20:39 PM
one time, in broad daylight, i saw a little girl run past my feet and then i got crushed by that ghost called "fat" in hmoob. lol. i cant spell hmong. she was about 4-5 years old... hair length was about shoulder length, i think.... frreaky.. and my hubby was sleeping right beside me, too. i guess that's why i dont sleep in the day time anymore. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on October 30, 2009, 01:25:37 PM
Great stories.... keep it coming!

I think when people are gonna reach their due date, their mind gets ready for the transition to the other side, so they are more sensitive to those things we can't see.

I agree, I think babies and older people are more sensitive to supernaturals then others because they've just transitioned from the other side or is making that transition.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on October 30, 2009, 02:11:52 PM
not just babies and older people, even people our age! i mean, my niece right now, she's 27 years old and has a little girl ghost attached to her. apparently, that little girl attached herself to one of my SIL's first. that SIL went over to my oldest brother's house and the girl ghost decided she wanted my niece instead. That night, the girl sat on my niece trying to choke her. My niece didn't sleep at all that night. She kept going from her room to the living room. when dawn appeared, she felt bad for my SIL, who spent the night there,  she decided to ignore the ghost and went to sleep. it didn't work, that girl ghost taunted my niece all night. She talked to one of her brother, who was also sensitive to that stuff, about the girl. i guess after much talking, she decided to meditate and find out what the girl wanted. apparently, the little girl lost her mom or something, liked how my niece was and decided she wanted my niece. during the meditation, the girl told my niece that if she was to ever have a child, the girl wanted to be that child.

the little ghost girl is always around my niece. if she'd displeased, she'll let my niece know! if the litle girl doesn't like anyone in my niece's room, she'll make the person uncomfortable. that's what it did to the brother that she spoke to about the girl. she even makes babies feel uncomfortable. one of her brothers' wife had an infant. every time that infant went into that room, it would just cry and cry. once it's out of that room, it stops.

speaking of babies, for some reason, babies look at my mom. they look at her for about a couple of minutes and all of a sudden, they just cry hysterically like they're sad or something. i don't know. anytime a child comes near my mom, they just don't like it. they cry and want to leave as soon as possible.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 31, 2009, 01:39:17 AM
The name screaming thing, it's just not a good idea for any situation at all. If you sort of or kind of understand the paranormal activities of us Hmongs' weird and sometime crazy culture and traditions, the O.G.s has a saying "Don't call for someone all the time over and over and again and again or some stranger(s) spirit wondering around anywhere can pick up and copy your tone of voice and use it to call out and lure that one someone into their possession". A story that I'd once heard when I was a brat can sort of relate to this kind of action. It's a story pass down from my mom to me, I guess so that I'll stop saying "mom, mom, mom". Just kidding.

Part I

Early one morning back in Laos, long long not too long ago a Hmong grandpa and a 4 year old grandson went out to their family's garden a couple of miles away from their village to check up on the grandpa's cows (back than some Hmong raise cows and oxes at their garden and they have to go check up on the animal mostly everyday to make sure no hungry tiger or other predator got to them). The two had arrive at the location first before the rest of the family because the grandpa was anxious to check up on his new born bull. Every possible things seem to be fine so far and it's a good early start for the day. All of the mules are pretty much very well alive and calmly active. The grandpa and his grandson than went into a little shad build at one corner of their garden to have breakfast and wait for the other family to show up before getting started on the farm.

They settle in and the grandpa had just started unwrapping the food that he'd packed earlier that morning when all of a sudden all the cows' started mooing and shaking the ground with their stomps. The grandpa, afraid that it might be what he hope is not ran outside and see all of his cattle huddle up in one corner of their little field. This is when the strange stuff occur, the grandpa saw the tiger but the tiger didn't hurt any of his cows. The tiger just turn around after cornering all the cows and just took off running back into the forest. No matter what, the grandpa's instinct kick in and he got really frighten all of a sudden that the beast might come after him and his grandson so he went inside the tiny shad and hurrying locking the door the best way he know how. He than turn around to his grandson but the grandson was nowhere in sight in that small room with the grandpa. Afraid that the boy had follow him outside and maybe is lock out the grandpa hurry back outside screaming for his grandson but no answer.

The grandpa looked everywhere for the boy but no sign of him at all. When the other family finally caught up they was terrified and shock to hear about the bad news. The little boy had disappear for one whole week with no trace even with most of the villager's brave young men helped searches days and nights until a shaman lady came from another village to help the family. After she jingle jingle for a bit she told them that the boy is not too far from their village and he's alive. She recommended they had about 20 or more men with dogs go and find the boy at that particular spot and so they did. The boy was easily found under a big fallen log, the place was clear of leaves and twigs unlike the rest of the forest and the ground below the log seem like someone dug it a bit to make it just perfect enough to hide in.

After the harsh incident and the happy reunion they question the boy where he's been and how he get underneath the log where they'd found him. Part II later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on November 02, 2009, 08:01:53 AM
well, im safely back from hunting at a haunted area, and unluckily, no stories, other than we didnt get anything at all, stupid animals all went into hiding, so it was a fail
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 02, 2009, 09:47:05 AM
Havocrazy, please finish with Part II.

In the meantime, here is one of mine:

My aunt passed away last year, she was around 40ish when she passed.  Well, her life is kind of complicated.  She was married as a niam yau to a family that from what my sister said did not treat her so well.  Before she passed, she was not in a good standing with the husband.   A month after she passed away, she came back for the husband; the niam hlob is a shaman which they tried to have her husband save.  But, my aunt was too strong and adamant that she held tight to her husband's hand telling them that they can not do anything else to save him b/c she is going to take him.

I didn't know of this until my mom mentioned to me that her husband died a month later and it was the cause of my aunt.  Funny thing is my younger sister just found out about this just this weekend.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 02, 2009, 09:48:00 AM
well, im safely back from hunting at a haunted area, and unluckily, no stories, other than we didnt get anything at all, stupid animals all went into hiding, so it was a fail

We were so hoping that you can bring back stories for us.  Oh well, next time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: treasurer on November 02, 2009, 03:53:44 PM
Ok here's a story about a "past online member"  :'(

June was only 20 years old, lived a happy healthy life with her family. Her bf, Toua was from Canada. btw, June and her family bought a beautiful home up on the mountains of southern california, they haven't lived there for long when June heard and saw weird things. But being christian, they didn't believe in such. One day while home alone, washing the dishes, she heard someone calling her name. Without turning around she yelled back, "Ab tsis?" She turned around, no one was there. She didn't think too much of it. She and her bf was always talking about getting married but never got around to either proposing or being engaged but during christmas, they gave each other a promise ring.

A month later, June got really sick. She couldn't get out of bed. They admitted her to the hospital. They found Nothing wrong with her. Her bf went to spend some time with the family. While there, He heard weird things and saw weird shadows and blurs running pass the guest bed to his gf's bedroom. He went to check up on her. Nothing. A week after he went home, she was again admitted to the hospital, it took only a few days afterwards, then she died. It happened so fast, too soon.

Toua was told of the death and was ready to fly out and see his dead gf. But his mom wouldn't allow him at all. His mom was a shaman and she said it was not a good thing for him to do so. But his dad's parents (his paternal grand-parents) were christian and they would belittle toua's mom saying such thing doesn't matter. Toua told them he would die for her, he couldn't live without her. His paternal grandmother took him aside and told him, if he loved her that much, they will allow him to go and see her. Somehow his grandmother had given him a ring a long time ago to save it for his future wife. His mom finally gave in and let him go. When he got to the church, he took June's hand and placed the ring on her finger.

It was about a month later, Toua was riding his motorcycle down the 99, in broad day light, when a raven flew right into his sight ( according to other motorists)  he crashed and died. But they couldn't find that 'raven'. His mom did a jingle bell thing and found out that his gf had come to take him.

Weird thing is, when they were both still alive and chatting away with me, they did promise each other they would come for one another and joke with me that if they should go first before me, they will come and tell me how life after death is.  For both of their funeral, I wasn't able to attend. After their passing, I would get sick real quick and at times severly ill, my mood would change to the point that I thought i was gong insane.  I had crazy dreams and would see crazy things.

A year after, one day after doing the jingle to fix a relative. The shaman guy who I never met, nor my family ever met. Approached my parents and told me to come and sit down for a bit with him. He stared at me for a bit and asked me if I know of a girl that passed recently. I nodded. He said ok, because she was there with me. My parents were shocked. He told me that the more i let her visit me, the sooner I will go with them.  And that during their funeral, they were looking for me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on November 02, 2009, 03:57:45 PM
treasurer, that's CREEPY!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 02, 2009, 09:15:09 PM
Part II to my no yelling people's name story.

So yeah, they asked the little boy what happened when he and his grandpa was at the garden house. He said that when his grandpa step outside he saw his grandma came in, his grandma put a leave in front of him when his grandpa came inside and lock the door but than his grandpa open the door and went outside again. Than his grandma said "come on son, come with me this way" and so he did, when he follow his grandma outside he saw his grandpa running around looking for something but his grandma kept telling him "come on son, come with me this way" and so he did.

He follow her deep into the forest where he can no longer see his grandpa and the garden site. Than there was other people up ahead in the forest sitting around playing and laughing, when they got to where the other people were he no longer see his grandma. They parents asked him how does those people look like and he said "They are a lot smaller than real people and they have a lot of hair, and they're eyes is side way", they know exactly who those people are. They than asked him what kind of food those people feed him and why was he left alone under that one big log, he responded "They feed me crabs, snails, worms, and sometime they go steal rice from other family's house and bring it to me to eat, they are very nice people" and "You guys came to there house to get me, you guys didn't see them but they were all there making fun of you guys and than saying bye to me as you guys carry me away back home". Afterward the family had to do a big shaman ceremony and change the boy's name so just in case those people came back looking for him, they also tied a red rope around his left ankle to make him invincible to those creatures.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 02, 2009, 09:19:25 PM
The grandma was one of those people that transform to looked like his real grandma and it uses his grandma's voice like how his grandma always tell him to follow his grandma around. When he said his grandma put a leave in front of him, it was to cover his presence from the grandpa. Those creatures had a tiger came to scare the cows so that the grandpa well step out and as soon as he did one of those people came in looking like his grandma. If you ever go hunting and see a clean spot in the middle of the forest with no leaves or twigs laying around than be careful, that's their house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on November 03, 2009, 02:39:05 AM
My younger brother is very sensitive to the spirit world.  When we were kids, my aunt gave my sister and I each a beautiful doll dressed completely in traditional hmong costume...they even had money bags with beads on them.  Well, my brother was about 8 or 9 at the time.  We were upstairs in our bedroom facing him and talking to him, the dolls were on the desk.  All of the sudden, he freaked out and started screaming.  He said that he saw the dolls blink their eyes, and rotate a full 360 degrees on their stands.  He would never go close to them after that, freaked out everytime he saw them.  Scared the crap out of us all.  My mom put them somewhere else where we wouldn't see them.  A few years later, after searching for junk down in the basement, I came across them.  Covered them back up.  Not sure if she threw them away now, or if they're still in the house somewhere.  Thing is, my brother is 21 now, and he still reports weird noises, people talking in his room at night, footsteps in the house.  Nobody else see's or hears anything except him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on November 03, 2009, 02:43:16 AM
One of my cousins family had just immigrated from Thailand and were living with my parents family for the time being.  The grandma was very sick with a cancer that spread to the side of her face, and she passed away a week after they arrived.  Can't remember but I believe it was on the night of the funeral or a few days after she passed away that this weird thing happened.  My younger sister was babysitting all the little nieces and nephews at our house when they all started crying and hiding their face in their hands.  They said that they saw a scary lady sitting on the sofa.  None of the adults could see it.  So my other grandma from my mom's side of the family had to do this spiritual chanting thing to remove the spirit and calm the kids down. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 03, 2009, 10:22:14 AM
They always said that Hmong kids who see and experience weird unusual activities all the time will eventually grow up to be Shaman. True.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 03, 2009, 10:24:53 AM
They always said that Hmong kids who see and experience weird unusual activities all the time will eventually grow up to be Shaman. True.

Really??? I don't think that's correct b/c I thought in order to be a shaman; it must be withing your family line i.e. your grandpa is one, skip your dad's generation and you will be the chosen one.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on November 03, 2009, 12:19:58 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 03, 2009, 01:21:27 PM
They always said that Hmong kids who see and experience weird unusual activities all the time will eventually grow up to be Shaman. True.

true to some and not true to some.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 03, 2009, 10:19:36 PM
Yeah, true to some and not to some. But most likely. I guess this argument is not for any of us to be confident about since it's not a real accurate myth. Lets stay with the ghost story.  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hnubciyaj on November 04, 2009, 05:45:34 PM
awwww..feel sorry for the kid...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on November 04, 2009, 06:41:25 PM
My old house was a beautiful blue, two story house.  As children, my siblings and I would always play hide and seek, but we were never comfortable hiding in one of the closets near the living room... we never felt safe.  One day a cousin of ours came to visit when peb ua neeb. We were sitting around and laughing, when she suddenly stopped and asked, "Who's that kid running into the closet?" We went to check... and nothing was there.  Another time, my other cousin went to hide in the same closet, and came out screaming, claiming that she saw red eyes.

Now, my grandmother has never experienced sleep paralysis before until that house.  I remember that at least one a week I would wake up, hearing my grandma mumble and fight against someone, and forcing myself to get up, cross the bedroom, and wake her up.  This only stopped when my grandma put a knife underneath her pillow... When she moved out of that house, she never experienced sleep paralysis again.

Years later, one of my Aunty told us this: The people who used to live in that blue house before us had a little son who died tragically.  There were suppose to be hauntings so the family moved. 

Creepy if i think about it now...  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on November 04, 2009, 11:47:52 PM
I get sleep paralysis ever 2 to three weeks... I noticed it as a pattern. Most of the time it's within the first 20 mins. after having fallen asleep. It happened so much over the summer and when I told my mom about it, she shrugged it off, so one day I mentioned it to one of my Niam ntxawm and she brought it to my mom's attention. One night before bed, my mom just handed me a knife and some sort of pouch. I still sleep with both items under my pillow, and experience it quite regularly. Sometimes after I've fought through to wake up. I feel foolish because I'm afraid that it's my mind playing tricks, but I really do feel numb and tingled. Sometimes it gets so bad and lasts so long that I know my eyes are wide open. The last time it happened was Halloween night, and I felt it jabbing the side of my hip, and it lasted for what seems like years. When I was able to move freely, I realized that I was sleeping on my little sister's pillow which doesn't have anything under. I've stopped my clubbing habits and what not because think I might've attracted something along the way.
you wonna know why you get sleep paralysis alot? you look like the type of person who would go out alot, to party, hang out, etc.... those ghost follow you home, if they like you.. for example if they follow your friends and they like you then they follow you....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on November 04, 2009, 11:59:04 PM
back in laos some times in the 1970's. my dad's two cousin "my uncles" went hunting at night. the forest they went to was at the edge of the village. my older uncle, and the younger one were walking along a path when they heard something in the trees. they had flashlights and flash it, and saw a creature that looks like a asian raccoon. the older brother shot it and it fell down. when my two uncles got to were the animal fell, they didn't find it. they didn't think much thinking that they miss it. they went most of the night hunting and came back home early in the morning. as they were walking on the path back home, they came upon the animal they shot. it was lying on the path died, so they brought it home and ate it. a few days later they went to the garden, the older brother was in the lead and the younger one followed. all of a sudden the older one fell died right on the spot.  after they did the funeral for my uncle. he came in a dream to his grandma and told his grandma that he is alright, that they took him to a different part of the forest about 30 miles away and that he will be back within a few years, and for his parents to stop crying..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phantasy on November 05, 2009, 09:48:11 AM
I guess ill share one. i use to and still get sit on alot when im asleep. this one time was probably the freakiest. every mornin the wife gets up to go to school around 8. that morning i heard her get up got ready and left.she didnt wake me up but i was awake just had my eyes close trying to doze bacj to sleep. i heard her walk out the room and shut the door.you had to close hard cuz the door was kinda bigger than the fram.i heard the door shut i turn to my left and tried to doze back to sleep.just as i got comfortable I heard the door opened up and heard steps walking towrds the bed.I thought ok maybe she forgot something then the steps came closer and it. Crawl in bed lay down right next to me and spoon me from behind.this time I still thought maybe she's skippin school today so I didn't bother to say anything I just figure we sleep in the day. Then I felt its hands carress my hair it had long finger nails that made my hair stood up .by this time I knew it was something else.it carress my hair down to my shoulder and side then it wrap its hands around me and hug me.I could feel the hot breath breathing from behind my neck.ear. I remember slowly moving my hand to the side of the bed where I keep a small shaman sword. I grabbed the sword and with one quick swing I turn to the side where it was holding me.I swung with the sword hitting the other side of the bed. As I open my eyes I heard the door shut close again.I kinda got up looked around saw nothing and went back to sleep. It sure was a freaky experience tho.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 05, 2009, 09:56:34 AM
I guess ill share one. i use to and still get sit on alot when im asleep. this one time was probably the freakiest. every mornin the wife gets up to go to school around 8. that morning i heard her get up got ready and left.she didnt wake me up but i was awake just had my eyes close trying to doze bacj to sleep. i heard her walk out the room and shut the door.you had to close hard cuz the door was kinda bigger than the fram.i heard the door shut i turn to my left and tried to doze back to sleep.just as i got comfortable I heard the door opened up and heard steps walking towrds the bed.I thought ok maybe she forgot something then the steps came closer and it. Crawl in bed lay down right next to me and spoon me from behind.this time I still thought maybe she's skippin school today so I didn't bother to say anything I just figure we sleep in the day. Then I felt its hands carress my hair it had long finger nails that made my hair stood up .by this time I knew it was something else.it carress my hair down to my shoulder and side then it wrap its hands around me and hug me.I could feel the hot breath breathing from behind my neck.ear. I remember slowly moving my hand to the side of the bed where I keep a small shaman sword. I grabbed the sword and with one quick swing I turn to the side where it was holding me.I swung with the sword hitting the other side of the bed. As I open my eyes I heard the door shut close again.I kinda got up looked around saw nothing and went back to sleep. It sure was a freaky experience tho.

That is freakishly scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on November 05, 2009, 10:09:54 AM
lol, i like how u just go back to sleep
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phantasy on November 05, 2009, 10:17:39 AM
Its become to common that when it happens I usually let it do its thing then I attack when I know I can >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on November 05, 2009, 10:49:51 AM
lols phantasy... I like that idea... I've often given up fighting it just to see wtf it want frm me. most of the time its sexual violation.

that reminds me, my momnlaw told me of a story how this one lady related to her once told her that when that ghost called "fat" but in hmong, comes and sits on her, the ghosts fuccs her reallly good and she said it feels good. lol. nasty.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 05, 2009, 10:54:26 AM
that reminds me, my momnlaw told me of a story how this one lady related to her once told her that when that ghost called "fat" but in hmong, comes and sits on her, the ghosts fuccs her reallly good and she said it feels good. lol. nasty.
;D Nasty... what if he's rotten looking and u just don't see it. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on November 05, 2009, 10:57:32 AM
;D Nasty... what if he's rotten looking and u just don't see it. ;D


lol, then she got screwed by a rotten wee wee! lol!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phantasy on November 05, 2009, 11:13:00 AM
That tru hunnay. Sometimes you get sit on where you just try to move out of it cuz of the pressure.when it becomes sexual like you mention its usually a state of dream mixed with almost real physical action.  And flowershiney. I think most of the time if its sexual you don't see them clearly more of a vivid white shadow
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 05, 2009, 08:33:04 PM
One of my uncle told me this story about a lady always being rape by a unknown male ghost. It's not funny either so don't be laughing.  ;D

Back in the first couple of months when he had just started becoming a shaman, there were this one young Hmong lady that came to my uncle and was actually begging and pleading for his help. She'd heard that my uncle was a upcoming shaman prodigy and was very powerful toward the spirit world, she's been almost to every state in the US just trying to find someone who can help her out with her rare problem but was always running into brick wall.

She said that for three months to that exact day something or someone will always come and sleep with her and yeah she can feel everything like it's real. She said it all started early one morning when all her little kids had just gotten up and left to school and than her husband came in get her a kiss and left for work and she laying in bed all by herself.  Than just when she was about to doze off into a dream she heard the front door open and slam close and than she heard foot step stepping slowly toward her room. She open her eyes to see if it's her husband coming back because maybe he forgot something but than all she can see was an all blur figure standing at the door way, she got scare so she scream but no noise came out, she try to get up and chase who ever it was away but can't make a muscle.

Than the thing walk right next the her bed and it started stripping away, it got totally nude than it started taking her cloths' off too. She said it felted so real but yet it seems like a bad dream at the same time. And after that day, every week day when the rest of the family's gone it'll always happened to her. She even try waking up and staying up watching her kids get on the bus than come back inside and watch TV but it still happened, that thing open the front door than she can't move than it walk up to her and seduces her on the sofa. She said that first it was all a blur but than after the first month she can see him clearly and it's a young handsome Hmong man but she don't know who he is. She said she wants help because she felt like she's cheating on her husband with a man she don't even know.

After looking at her (not even having to do any jingle jingle) my uncle told her that she does know that guy but not personally. She'd met him online, he found her on a dating website and he's not human, he's a tiger. The fact was she wasn't cheating on her husband physically but was just messing around on the net and what ever it was has found her. She was even surprise that my uncle know about that secret flirting thing she do online without her telling him. He said that he can get that tiger to leave her alone but in one condition, the thing was that online she had promise to him that if he and her are together in one place alone than she is willing to have his baby so that's why he's here. To get him to leave her alone is for her husband to tie a red string on her left wrist and chant "this is my wife and nobody else, she has my baby and nobody else, she is a wife in my family and it's not available for anybody else, leave and go find you another mate, her life is with me, she is mine and I am her so leave, this red string I tie on her here is my claim that she belongs to me and only me so leave and don't come back".

After that little rope tying and a little chant, she was fine.

The thing was that my uncle's shaman is somewhat very different from any other shaman that I'd see before. He don't need no animal(s) to sacrifice or most of the time he don't even need to do jingle jingle to see what's going on or to solve a problem. His shaman let him see the dead and the power to hurt them if they do bad things to regular people, I think it's a kind of new shaman that a lot of young Hmong is becoming. I heard some people called it Jesus Shaman because the shaman wear all white, even a white hood that look like a KKK.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 05, 2009, 09:37:46 PM
I know this powerful shaman lady from Sacramento that is the same type of jesus shaman lol. She is more of a psychic....the dead comes to her and explains to her why they are doing what they are doing to a certain people. Then she goes and explain to that person, without the person even knowing her. She trained with the Buddhas back in Laos, so she knows a lot of things that normal Hmong shamans don't know. She have proven herself to our family, because she came to us after my uncle fell off the roof. She explained our family history 100% correctly as if she read our family book, and then she went on to why my uncle fell. If anyone really needs help, please seek her....no joke
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on November 05, 2009, 11:24:50 PM
Havocrazy and Chingy, I would really like to get in contact w/ the shamans you talked about. Please PM their contact info to me.

Thanks so much.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 06, 2009, 10:38:17 AM
here are a couple that was told to me. one's about my niece and one's about my friend.


i'll start with my friend first.

she told me that a few years ago, her mom always made hmong clothes for those dolls you see at the asian store. well, at first it started out as small ones and it grew to become those 3 ft size dolls. there was a couple of incidents with those 3ft size dolls. there was one where they put in the closet. whenever the kids were playing they would hear a knock coming from the closet. they'd check and there would be nothing. it kept happening until one day my friend's dad just threw away the doll. it stopped happening. a couple of months after that, my friend's mom decided to work on those dolls again. she bought another 3 ft doll to make clothes for. one day while she was sleeping, she had a dream of the doll. the doll came to her in a dream and said in hmong, "why do you make clothes for me? you're alive and i'm not. stop making me hmong clothes." then the doll proceeded to fight my friend's mom. she woke up, went to the closet and threw away the doll.


now here's one of my niece.


a couple of days prior to Halloween night, she had a dream. In the dream, she's sitting around the living room with her siblings. All of a sudden, she felt a chill and knew that no one should open the door should it ring. She told all her siblings not to open it! no matter what, don't open it. even after she tells them, the door bell rings and her oldest brother went and opened the door. standing there was a little asian girl wearing a kimono. she was just standing there giggling at my niece and waiting to come in. when my niece woke up, she told one of her brothers. i forgot what he told her.

anyway, halloween night comes and they're all gathered in the living room just playing games and chilling. all of sudden, my other niece's husband comes out of his room, runs out the door, rings the doorbell and comes back inside the house. the niece with the dream feels a chill down her spine. the brother she spoke to about the dream sees a little asian girl with the kimono walk inside with the BIL.  no one sees her but the brother. right now, she's inside their house roaming the place. last night while my niece and I were sitting in the living room, we started hearing some scratches at the window. it sounded like scratches and little knocks. my niece asks me, "where is that coming from?" stupid me, i answered," oh! i think it's just nala ( their dog)." she asks, "are you sure?" i said, "yeah! i think nala's outside." an hour goes by, we hear nala barking from inside the garage. i forgot who we asked but they said nala was inside the garage the whole time. my niece freaked out.

ok, more stories later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on November 06, 2009, 11:43:14 AM
I seriously need to stop reading this thread because my imagination has been working overtime!

me too but eerily enough, this is the first link i click on when i come back into PH in the morning.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 06, 2009, 11:54:15 AM
mee, yeah. as i was writing it, i just kept getting goosebumps and chills all over my body but i just shrugged it. hahahaha


i'm a lot like you two. i need to stay away but i can't seem to stop!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on November 06, 2009, 11:57:10 AM
I know!  I can't resist the temptation, although I'm usually home alone and am a big chicken!  Had to call my husband just to hear another person's voice, thanks to Lady Thao.  I told him I would try to not read it if I'm home alone but oh well, that didn't happen.


lol. i never read this link when i'm at home. EVER. i tend to get too imaginative.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 06, 2009, 11:58:22 AM
hahahaha.. i have another story in here about a little girl that is attached to my niece, the one that had that dream.  if you have time, go look for it. oh!!! and the one about my mom! yeah. it's scary to read but it's tempting.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 06, 2009, 12:02:44 PM
me, too. i don't read it at night but when it's daylight, i read it. i even got one of my classmates hooked on it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on November 07, 2009, 08:55:01 AM
OK this just happened to me for the very first time last night. I am visiting in MN and got slept on. It felt weird. When it first happened it feels like every part of my body got really heavy and couldn't move. I was still aware of what is happening to me. It looked like "it" wasn't trying hard to sit on me because I was able to get myself free from it after a couple of seconds struggling.

I have never been slepted on before in my entire life. This incident is very scary. I don't want to ever experience this again. I hope it doesn't repeat itself.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 07, 2009, 09:54:44 AM
It'll repeat itself just to warn you and eventually it'll become stronger and last longer, I once heard that the trick is to not struggle at all (don't try to fight it). If you struggle, it'll keep on coming back every time you go to sleep because it like it rough but if you just play dead and lay there all bored it'll leave alone soon enough. It's a tip Havocrazy, give it a try.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 07, 2009, 02:33:10 PM
Haunted toy box


When I was ten years old I moved with my parents and two brothers from Milwaukie, Oregon to Portland. I was sad at first because I had grown fond of our old house. We were only able to stay in Milwaukie for two years because of... Complicated circumstances. Suffice to say it was a rough neighborhood, too rough for my brothers and me to grow up in. My little brother was only four when we moved out. I didn't like our Portland house at first because it was big and unfamiliar. There was only one kid in my neighborhood and he was seven. I also had to get used to sharing a room with my little brother, which was unfamiliar territory as well. I was used to having personal space while my older brother and the baby slept in the same room. I now had to share everything while my big brother got his own bedroom. I got used to it.

A year later I was more comfortable with the Portland house but I still had uncomfortable feelings in certain areas of the house. I had never felt this way with the last house. In my bedroom we had a huge closet where we kept most of our stuff. "Cleaning the room" meant stuffing all our crap into the closet and saying we were done. This usually didn't fly when my dad came in to inspect afterwards, but sometimes we got away with it.

One particular day (when it didn't fly) I was stuck in my room cleaning out the gigantic closet. We had a very large toy box in the back of the closet in which we kept (you guessed it) most of our toys. It was long and deep enough for an adult to lay inside with the lid shut. It was kind of like a coffin now that I think about it. The old box was built by my grandfather to store wood for the winter, when my dad was a kid. My dad filled it with firewood when he was growing up. Our new house didn't have a wood stove so my parents cleaned the cobwebs and bark fragments out for us so we could keep our toys stored inside. It was painted dark brown and made of wood. The lid was heavy and had a handle to help when it needed to be opened. The lid of the box was quite heavy for a five-year-old so I usually left it open for my little brother to access the contents easily. When I finished cleaning the room that day I closed the closet door and went about my business.

That night I lay awake in my bed, trying to sleep. While I don't have this problem anymore as an adult, I used to have trouble falling asleep at night. I would lie there staring at the ceiling, wondering if I would ever fall asleep. That night I sat in the silence, listening to my little brother's quiet breaths underneath me. We shared bunk beds, I was on the top. I glanced over to the other side of the room where the closed door to the hallway was. Next to the door were my dresser with a couple framed pictures and a digital clock with red numbers. I remember seeing the display read 11:11 in the darkness. My mom used to say that at 11:11 you should make a wish. I closed my eyes and wished that I could fall asleep.

I awoke suddenly to a loud noise. I was sleep-dazed and disoriented. I tried opening my eyes wide to adjust to the darkness but all I could see was the clock face on the other side of the room. The time was between 2 or 3 in the morning. My heart was jammed into my throat and beating rapidly. I had heard that sound before. I struggled to think of what woke me up and recognized it was the sound of the toy box lid in the closet slamming shut. The lid was heavy and if you weren't careful it would come smashing onto your head while you were grabbing something from inside. I leaned over the edge of the bunk and tried to look down at my little brother. I couldn't hear him breathing. It was too dark to see anything. I had to assume he was still there but all I could really hear at this point was my rapid heartbeat in my head. I swallowed a couple times, struggling to hear anything. After a few minutes I calmed down a little bit, and my heartbeat slowed. I still couldn't hear my brother's breathing, just deafening silence.

The floors of the whole house were old plank-style hardwood that creaked and groaned under any weight. I listened for footsteps, thinking maybe he went to the bathroom. I heard nothing for what seemed like hours. At some point I was legitimately freaked out and couldn't go back to sleep. Why did the toy box lid slam shut in the middle of the night? I squinted in the direction of the closet doors. I couldn't see anything in the darkness. It was then I remembered that I was playing with one of my dad's flashlights a few days ago. I had put the flashlight into a duffel bag that was hanging from the bedposts at the end of my bed. I sat up and grabbed the bag. The flashlight was still inside. When I twisted the flashlight to turn it on I suddenly heard my brother gasp - loudly. I quickly smothered the flashlight in my blankets and listened carefully. He was in the bed still, underneath me. His regular breathing resumed. I was relieved that he was still there and this eased my mind a little. But my heart began racing again when I thought about shining the flashlight over at the closet.

What would I see?

Was someone in there?

Would the doors be open?

It took a few seconds for me to build up the courage. Finally I shined the light at the doors. To my horror, the closet was open. I swear I had left it shut after I cleaned the room earlier. I could see the toy box in the back of the closet, closed. It had slammed shut that was for sure.

I realized after a minute that I had been staring into the closet for a long time. I turned the flashlight off. I really couldn't sleep now. I kept thinking about the open closet just sitting there in the darkness. It began to bother me, and I really wanted to close the doors. I was too scared to get out of bed so I just sat there, wide awake. I hoped that I would be able to fall back asleep but time seemed to stand still. When I looked back at the clock only five minutes or so had gone by since I woke up. Suddenly I heard another noise from the closet. This time it was a low muffled growl, not animal but electronic. It was the sound of one of my brother's stuffed animals, a lion, going off inside the toy box. I was literally paralyzed with fear. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. It growled two or three times, then silence again. After a few moments I decided I needed to wake my brother up. Terrified, I shined the light down to the bottom bunk and my heart stopped. He wasn't there. He wasn't in the bottom bunk. I began screaming and ran out into the hallway. I ran all the way to my parent's room and began pounding on their door to wake them up. When they rushed to the door and opened it, I saw my little brother asleep in their bed.

Who was breathing in my room?

What did I hear in the closet?

When I explained everything to my parents they told me I was having a bad dream. I wish that was the case.

I was WIDE awake.
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 08, 2009, 11:24:37 AM
i've never been physically sat on but in my dreams, it happened a couple of times. This happened just this past summer. I work a weird shift. 3 am to 7 am. well, in my dreams, my bedroom door was open. i felt like something sinister was coming. all of a sudden, i felt it brush on me from my body to my neck then it proceeded to strangle me. i felt pressure on top of my chest and all i could think about was, "this is what youa is going through." youa, who's my neice gets sit on all the time! she's on who's very sensitive to the supernatural world. so anyway, as i was being strangled or sat on in my dream, i thought to myself, "this thing is not going to take me!" so i fought against it. i turned my body so it'll get off of me. when i woke up, i was in the same position as i was before the dream. i told my niece, youa, about the dream. they asked me if the thing was white or black. i told them that it was white. youa's sister told me that it might have been an accidental one. oh well.. who knows! i did have one a couple of weeks later. i think it was just my position.


another one, i'm not sure if i told it in here. it's not a scary one if you think about it. it was about my dad and my mom. well, my mom's a really sick person. ever since my dad died, she's been chronically ill ever since. every year, there's always soemthing medically wrong with her. well, in this dream, my dad and a few other og's were standing with me surrounding my mom who was in a hospital bed. I turned to my dad and said, "dad, don't you see mom. she's struggling. please take her." my dad just shook his head from side to side. then my uncle was saying, "she is sick. she's suffering." then all of a sudden, my uncles and my dad walked into a cloud like wall. they were wearing these white like robes. for some reason, i woke up thinking that my dad and my uncles are in heaven.

well, after that dream, one of my uncles passed away. a month later, my mom did get really sick. she go so sick that we decided to stop all treatments and just let her go. on christmas eve, she regained strength and showed signs of coming back. she's been with us ever since and probably doing better than before!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on November 09, 2009, 12:05:00 AM
i heard this from my uncle, 
back in the days in laos, a bunch of buddies in their 20's went hunting. they hunted for a few days and would spend the night in the jungle. as they were coming back. they got to this hut that people would have at the garden. they decided to stay there for the night as it was getting dark. they were cooking the game they killed, and chilling back talking when one of their buddies told them that there is a female ghost who hunts the area they were at. he told them that she is a husband less ghost. one of the guys started joking around that if she comes then he would duckkk her. well later that night, they were all sleeping the female ghost came, but the only guy that saw her was the one joking about duckking her earlier. when she came she said " you wanted to duckk, now i'm here lets duckk. "it sounds alot better in hmong" the guy got scare the shit out off he went straight for his old school one shot rifle.."those kind of rifle where you got to put gun powder in" and shot the husbandless ghost, all of his buddies woke up and ask what was wrong. he told them that the husbandless ghost came to duckk him. then all his buddies started to hahah at him for being cockky..... morning came up and they left...


this one happen to my mom's sisters and brothers.
back in laos when my aunties was in her teens. maybe in the late 1960's to early 70's. my aunty, uncle and some grandmas and grandpas  went fishing. as they were cleaning the fish they throw the scales and guts into the creek and some rice when they were washing their dishes.. later that night a P-U-Y came and messed around with them, it would make the trees on top of them move really hard like heavy wind was blowing it.. and they would hear weird animal noises.. they got really scare cuz it was dark and they could see much in front of them. it happen for 15-30 mins... then one of my grandpa got some pepper and started to throw it into the fire.. it make that stinking smell and the P-U-Y took off... they got there guts scare off.. later the og's found out that the young ones toss rice and fish scales and shiit into the creek.. they got hahah at.. cuz doing that offends the p-u-y that lived around that area... "also it offends the ZAG "dragon" if there is one in the creek.....!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on November 09, 2009, 12:52:52 AM
yes, this one also happen in laos,
there was this hmong guy that live in the village next to my dad's village..  and dividing thos two villages there is a dense jungle..  in that jungle there is a husband and wife p-u-y.. the husband p-u-y is an a$$ hole.. he killed alot of people.. well this particular day the hmong guy in the next village decided to go hunting.. he went by himself and got deep into the jungle... as he was walking along he heard some leaves moving way up in the tree tops. he looked and saw a big monkey eating fruits.. he didn't think much and shot it.. it fell down to the ground, but as it fell down he heard a female voice screaming from the next mountain saying "he he tuag tsis tuag koj muam lawm nthua nthua zaum nos lawm muas koj nthua.. " he he die die die serve you right for killing them now they killed you" finally he realize that it was the p-u-y he shoot. he shiits his pants and took off running home.. when he got home he didn't tell anyone what happen.. he stay quite for about 2 weeks thinking that he was going to die.. after 2 weeks he didn't die, he then went and told the villagers that he shot the male p-u-y when he went hunting. he and some of the villagers were brave enough to go check it out.. when they got to the spot were he shot it. they saw a big a$$ blood, and guts stain with only the skin left... word spread and soon people in my dad's village were talking about it...

in the city i live in there is only one hmong funeral home. this particular night i was at the funeral home it was winter and it snow a little the evening, but soon stop. i was out side in the parking lot with some of my college buddies chilling. then we saw 3 og's with flashlights forcing everybody outside to come inside the funeral home. we came in didn't thinking much.. well my dad happen to be helping out at the funeral home playing the "qeej"  a few days later he told me that during the funeral people heard something or thingS walking on the roof.. that night. i told him oh so thats why they made those people outside come in side... then he told me thats not just it.. later that morning some og's went to the roof to inspect and found a shiit load of  tiger prints on the snow... "this roof is a flat roof" i was like damn.....



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on November 09, 2009, 01:12:49 AM
ok this stories is not dissing the christian faith.. its just what i heard...

this kid that i went to high school with his mom got really sick and posses.. one of my good friend is his cuzin.. so he told me what happen..  that kid mom got posses and she would go crazy at times, but sometimes she would be normal... it happen for quite a while when we were in high school.. they were christian, and  would pry and pry for her, but nonthing worked. then they would switch back to hmongism... and she would be fine.. but after she gets fine they would go back to the christian faith.. then she would go crazy... agan.. it went on and off for a while.. and she died... my buddy told me that it had something to do with their ancestor....

another one..
this happen this spring..
a far distant relative of mine mom's died a few years ago.. they were christian so they did it the christian way and just bury her. after a while she would come back and hunt her husband... it happen so often that her husband got use to it.  she would come and pull his blanket off his bed.. etc... the reason she would come back is because they needed to do the 'releasing of the soul ceremony" for her so she can go in peace, but they were christian and don't believe in those kinds of things no more.. then this spring one of the aunty got posses by the dead aunty...  i think that aunty was also related to her they were cuzin.  that aunty called another aunty and told her to watch her little kids, cuz she was gonna go with the dead lady.. the other aunty got scared and came and got the aunty that was posses, cuz she was going crazy talking nonsense...etc .. the next day they jingle bell for her.. and found out that the dead aunty wanted to go to heaven.. "it sounds a lot better in hmong" Cuz she saw some of her husbands dead uncles, and they all went to get recarnated, but she couldn't go cuz they didn't do the releasing of soul ceremony for her..  the posses aunty got better after jingle bells, and the relative finally did the ceremony for her, and after that she never came back to bother her family agan...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 09, 2009, 01:36:34 AM
Great stories, please share more. No offense but you can't spell, man
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on November 09, 2009, 03:20:15 AM
Great stories, please share more. No offense but you can't spell, man
spelling is just spelling, as long as you can understand it then its all good
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 09, 2009, 03:21:43 AM
Here's one but it's more like a nightmare, I was about to fall asleep or half asleep one time, when I heard loud stumping noises as if somebody or something not human but scary was going to make it's way into my bedroom. My heart started pumping in deep fear, then suddenly that somebody was already lying next to me behind my back on my bed while I was sleeping in a spoon position.  I realized it was a little ugly "Poj Txiong" (not sure if the spelling is right) with long messy hair; I got really scared and paralyzed by it and could not bugde or move.  He or she was cuddling me from behind and asking me, "you're having a hard time falling asleep ha?" He or she also touched and felt my face with it's cold hand why trying to talked to me, that's when I said fukk this and mustered up the strenght to free myself from that thing and woked myself up.

It felt so real, creep and scary.  I wouldn't want to go thru it again even for a thousand bucks, maybe for a million I'll do it again. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on November 09, 2009, 05:37:47 AM
Here's one but it's more like a nightmare, I was about to fall asleep or half asleep one time, when I heard loud stumping noises as if somebody or something not human but scary was going to make it's way into my bedroom. My heart started pumping in deep fear, then suddenly that somebody was already lying next to me behind my back on my bed while I was sleeping in a spoon position.  I realized it was a little ugly "Poj Txiong" (not sure if the spelling is right) with long messy hair; I got really scared and paralyzed by it and could not bugde or move.  He or she was cuddling me from behind and asking me, "you're having a hard time falling asleep ha?" He or she also touched and felt my face with it's cold hand why trying to talked to me, that's when I said fukk this and mustered up the strenght to free myself from that thing and woked myself up.

It felt so real, creep and scary.  I wouldn't want to go thru it again even for a thousand bucks, maybe for a million I'll do it again. ;D


those things are called "fat" but say it in hmoob green. i don't know how to spell it... it comes only when you're like half asleep, half awake. i used to get those ALL the time after my hubby goes to work, i would say around 4-5 in the morning. then i got them sometimes while i was pregnant with my second child. plus, i heard the old folks say that you're easier to catch those monsters if you come home late, like midnight to those morning hours, not only that i used to work the shift between 2nd and 3rd so i was home about 3-4am.... my hubby told me in his younger/teen years, he used to get sat on all the time because being at that age, you're always running around having fun coming home late.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 09, 2009, 10:08:44 AM
FS, I thought u were too chicken to read ghost stories. LOL I got u hook on it now. huh!

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiney on November 09, 2009, 10:20:43 AM
FS, I thought u were too chicken to read ghost stories. LOL I got u hook on it now. huh!



that wasn't such a scary story, that's all. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 09, 2009, 02:21:21 PM
Staying out late isn't the only way to catch these Fats. If you get high often, then it weakens your soul and you are very open to these Fats. My cousin has first hand experiences when he used to get high often. Even now when he quits, he still gets sit on because his mind has not recovered. He have seen many apparitions of these fats
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 09, 2009, 03:55:58 PM
i used to go out late at night a lot many years ago and nothing happened to me. heck, i even get up late just to go work! i guess it all depends on how sensitive you are?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 09, 2009, 04:27:14 PM

those things are called "fat" but say it in hmoob green. i don't know how to spell it... it comes only when you're like half asleep, half awake. i used to get those ALL the time after my hubby goes to work, i would say around 4-5 in the morning. then i got them sometimes while i was pregnant with my second child. plus, i heard the old folks say that you're easier to catch those monsters if you come home late, like midnight to those morning hours, not only that i used to work the shift between 2nd and 3rd so i was home about 3-4am.... my hubby told me in his younger/teen years, he used to get sat on all the time because being at that age, you're always running around having fun coming home late.



I had another incident when I was still sharing a bedroom with my older brother.  I thought about this dead hmong person before I drifted off to sleep.  As I was half asleep, this supposely dead hmong person dressed in traditional hmong clothing suddenly appeared standing by my bed and started to dragged me by my ankles off my bed as if he was going to dragged me to somewhere.  I was so scared and paralyzed as usual, I could not move a muscle but I conciously remembered that my brother was sleeping in the room with me and that my only chance was to somehow get him to help me.  I tried to screamed really hard and was finally able to make some noise waking my him up to wake me up also.  That experience was just like "Friday The 13th Nightmare on Elmer St." where you're only dreaming but it's also real.

I don't know why, maybe I am a concious and sensitive person that's why I have a lot of these paranormal/ghost experiences.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on November 09, 2009, 05:45:19 PM
Its a demon
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on November 10, 2009, 08:48:40 AM
I believe my husband always got sat on before me. He looked it up and said it's "sleep paralysis." He doesn't believe in getting sit on because he's Cambodian. But one night really convinced me. He always mumbles when he's getting sat on, I'll wake up, wake him up, and he'll be like, "Didn't you hear me? I was screaming for you!" I would tell him the usual, "You were mumbling, I couldn't even understand what you were saying." He was very handsome, so I understood why it happened to him. (Well, my mom said that it happens if you're very handsome/beautiful to the ones that sit on you.) Well, that one night, he slept by the window and the blinds were opened just enough for some moonlight to get in. Well, I heard him mumbling and his body was twitching-signs he's getting sit on. Well, I woke him up and he said, "...no. Did you see him?" I was like, "See who?" He said, "The man at the window. He was trying to break in. He wanted to come in. I wouldn't let him..." I thought, 'HOLY duck! Now that thing is trying to come into our home? duck that motherducker! I'm so glad you(husband) is smart!' I told my husband he was just having a bad dream and to go back to sleep. Fortunately, he's gained some weight and hasn't happened in a long time. =]

you had to change your name for me. awww. lol. i must say this is one of the more re-cockulous stories i've heard on here. first of all, i doubt a spirit would sit on your cambodie husband cuz he was good looking. LOL. perhaps it's sitting on your husband cuz your ancestral spirits do not agree with your choice.

some ppl make the wierdest and funniest stuff up.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 10, 2009, 10:22:05 AM
i used to go out late at night a lot many years ago and nothing happened to me. heck, i even get up late just to go work! i guess it all depends on how sensitive you are?

ur spirit's probably strong..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on November 10, 2009, 10:53:03 AM
well it's been awhile since i've shared my stories in this forum. reading some of these stories have inspired me to post again.

so there was this guy, his name was mihai and his girl was named pajmoua. mihai lived by himself in a wooden hmong house in nonghet, laos. his gf pajmoua was only a sophmore in college but she decided to move in with him. a couple months of living together, the couple started hearing wierd sounds around the room and seeing things moved. for example, one time pajmoua was looking for her car keys, and she swore she left it on the counter, but found them in the middle of the floor. mihai thought she was wierd and just joking around. he wanted to prove to her that it was nothing, so he decided to buy a video camera to document the experiences by recording them while they slept cuz she claimed she had some wierd experiences in the bedroom.

so he set up his camera and he caught strange growling voices. one night they recorded the door of the bedroom moving. one very creepy night it recorded her being dragged off the bed by some unseen force. they tried having a psychic come in but he said he couldn't help them, that this evil force was beyond him.

the experiences got more violent and creepier, so much so mihai decided that they move out of the house until they can find some help. before they could leave the house, she said she was feeling better. so they decided to stay in the house one more night. late at night, the gf woke up, looking like she was possessed. she stared at him for like 5 minutes motion less and then went down stairs to the kitchen. a few minutes later, she screamed super loud like something was attacking her. mihai woke up frantically and jumped out of bed to find her. he runs down the stairs to the kitchen and then we hear a struggle and mihai's bloody voice in pain. a few minutes later, there's thumping on the stairs, someone climbing the stairs pulling something heavy.

the camera is still in the bedroom. and all of sudden, mihai's body is flung from the hallway and hits the camera in the bedroom. pajmoua is seen in the corridor holding a bloody knife with blood all over her. she slowly crawls towards the camera and smiles then the camera blanks out.

people are still looking for pajmoua in the jungles of nonghet. some say she's out there luring pervy and unsuspecting older hmong men to go with her where she eats and kills them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 10, 2009, 11:19:20 AM
genuinely, ur story sounds so much like the movie paranormal activity. I wanna see the movie that u describe since they got it all on camera  ;D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on November 10, 2009, 12:04:48 PM
genuinely, ur story sounds so much like the movie paranormal activity. I wanna see the movie that u describe since they got it all on camera  ;D :D

that was a kinda dumb story.  even goosebumps story are better that that.   ::) ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 10, 2009, 12:07:13 PM
that was a kinda dumb story.  even goosebumps story are better that that.   ::) ;D

Everything he describe was similar to the P.A. movie....  Just that the location was in Laos...

Here's one. I don't remember if I ever told this story on PH yet... My SIL used to lived in this chicken couple place that was turned into apartment/duplexes... Soon after they moved into the duplexes, weird things started happening. The kids saw everything first then it started happening to the parents....

One night the oldest daughter and the baby were home. It was dark and the oldest daughter was on the computer taking web photos... She stared into the computer screen and saw a shadow in the back. She look back and there were no one there. The baby was asleep and if the baby woke up she would hear him. She thought it was nothing so continues on. She looked at the screen again and sees a black figure by the door… Her back was facing the bedroom doors. By this time she felt goose bump but continue to take photos.. After a few shots she decided to check them out. The photos of her face were rotten looking.. She got scared and deleted those fotos.. (I told her she should have kept it to let us see it for proof) Anyhow, she said that everyone in the family has been seeing this black figure and at a point was scared to sleep at home. So one night they decided to come sleep at my place. We asked them if they would put it to a test that their home is haunted. They decided to turn the lights on in their house and had the web cam on… The next day we viewed the video. Nothing strange happen until the lights went off for a quick second and turned back on.. So maybe it knows they had the web cam on and it did not want to be seen.. lol

Anyhow the mom was scared for everyone and decided to go see a fortuneteller… She took her oldest daughter. The moment they step inside the fortuneteller’s place, he saw something strange about the oldest daughter and didn’t even ask them anything. He gave the oldest daughter a necklace of coins and something else for her pillow. (I guess the oldest daughter was home all the time alone with the baby.) Said that there is something wrong with her and needs to get help soon. Then he told them that there’s something in their home and they need to move ASAP or else things will get worse but they cannot go home and start packing and say they are moving because it will follow them. About a week later they packed a few things and moved out slowly… The mom said that when they were leaving, she felt like “IT†knows and were laughing at them.

After a few months they bought a house and thought things were okay. However the kids started seeing things again. The baby son would see it and point where “IT†is and say it’s rotten. Then the family was spook all over again… A few weeks later my FIL’s sister came to visit and she did her thing to see why the ghost is after them. The aunt found out that the ghost is a girl and she liked the third son so she followed him.  The third son is the black sheep of the family.. Then the aunt bribes the ghost with money and food to leave the third son alone. The ghost agreed and they changed the name of the third son.. Ever since the family lived in peace…
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on November 10, 2009, 12:36:22 PM
that was a kinda dumb story.  even goosebumps story are better that that.   ::) ;D

oh comon, don't be so mean. i'm sure my story was scarier than some of these other stories in here.  ;)

but i admit, goosebumps are good stories. i like the kind where you can pick the ending.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on November 10, 2009, 12:37:39 PM
Everything he describe was similar to the P.A. movie....  Just that the location was in Laos...

it's not the PA movie. i assure you.

this is a true story that happened in laos. it's just about to be released on dvd. maybe in a month or so. they made a movie from this true story. look for this dvd at your local hmong grocers.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 10, 2009, 12:45:48 PM
genuinely, Well I saw PA and it's exactly what u said.. But if there is a hmong version, I would like to see it... ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 10, 2009, 01:15:10 PM
Paranormal Activity sucked. Even if there was a Hmong version, it'll still suck. Thank god I downloaded the rip version.....ne ver burned it, just deleted it.

What we need is the Original Zeb & Sua turn Hollywood. Not the sorry azz remake by the teens
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 10, 2009, 01:16:37 PM
Paranormal Activity sucked. Even if there was a Hmong version, it'll still suck. Thank god I downloaded the rip version.....ne ver burned it, just deleted it.

What we need is the Original Zeb & Sua turn Hollywood. Not the sorry azz remake by the teens

it sucked but it made lots of mula.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on November 10, 2009, 02:24:23 PM
oh comon, don't be so mean. i'm sure my story was scarier than some of these other stories in here.  ;)

but i admit, goosebumps are good stories. i like the kind where you can pick the ending.

in my mind, you got an A- for effort so no worries.   ;) :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 10, 2009, 03:05:07 PM
ur spirit's probably strong..

my niece's boyfriend refers to as spiritually retarded(hahah..) just because nothing really happens to me or else i just shrug it off. i mean, i believe in it but just haven't really experience anything not that i want to either.

however, some of my nieces and nephews have it really bad. they're very open about it so whenever something happens, they share it with the family. there are TONS of stories of paranormal activities surrounding my family that will fill your days on end! heck, even have some from one of my friend that will creep you out!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 10, 2009, 04:08:41 PM
my niece's boyfriend refers to as spiritually retarded(hahah..) just because nothing really happens to me or else i just shrug it off. i mean, i believe in it but just haven't really experience anything not that i want to either.

however, some of my nieces and nephews have it really bad. they're very open about it so whenever something happens, they share it with the family. there are TONS of stories of paranormal activities surrounding my family that will fill your days on end! heck, even have some from one of my friend that will creep you out!

Do Tell, Do Tell!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 10, 2009, 04:17:14 PM
my niece's boyfriend refers to as spiritually retarded(hahah..) just because nothing really happens to me or else i just shrug it off. i mean, i believe in it but just haven't really experience anything not that i want to either.

however, some of my nieces and nephews have it really bad. they're very open about it so whenever something happens, they share it with the family. there are TONS of stories of paranormal activities surrounding my family that will fill your days on end! heck, even have some from one of my friend that will creep you out!

Just be glad u don't have it.. It sucks being sit on. Usually now when I see a black figure coming, I would say some stuff and it disappear...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 10, 2009, 04:32:25 PM
it sucked but it made lots of mula.


yea, can't believed they tricked people with their smart trailer. Payed those people, to go in a theater and act scared so they can catch it on camera and use it to make the movie look very scary. I'll atleast give them props for their smart tactics
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on November 11, 2009, 10:56:18 PM
well it's been awhile since i've shared my stories in this forum. reading some of these stories have inspired me to post again.

so there was this guy, his name was mihai and his girl was named pajmoua. mihai lived by himself in a wooden hmong house in nonghet, laos. his gf pajmoua was only a sophmore in college but she decided to move in with him. a couple months of living together, the couple started hearing wierd sounds around the room and seeing things moved. for example, one time pajmoua was looking for her car keys, and she swore she left it on the counter, but found them in the middle of the floor. mihai thought she was wierd and just joking around. he wanted to prove to her that it was nothing, so he decided to buy a video camera to document the experiences by recording them while they slept cuz she claimed she had some wierd experiences in the bedroom.

so he set up his camera and he caught strange growling voices. one night they recorded the door of the bedroom moving. one very creepy night it recorded her being dragged off the bed by some unseen force. they tried having a psychic come in but he said he couldn't help them, that this evil force was beyond him.

the experiences got more violent and creepier, so much so mihai decided that they move out of the house until they can find some help. before they could leave the house, she said she was feeling better. so they decided to stay in the house one more night. late at night, the gf woke up, looking like she was possessed. she stared at him for like 5 minutes motion less and then went down stairs to the kitchen. a few minutes later, she screamed super loud like something was attacking her. mihai woke up frantically and jumped out of bed to find her. he runs down the stairs to the kitchen and then we hear a struggle and mihai's bloody voice in pain. a few minutes later, there's thumping on the stairs, someone climbing the stairs pulling something heavy.

the camera is still in the bedroom. and all of sudden, mihai's body is flung from the hallway and hits the camera in the bedroom. pajmoua is seen in the corridor holding a bloody knife with blood all over her. she slowly crawls towards the camera and smiles then the camera blanks out.

people are still looking for pajmoua in the jungles of nonghet. some say she's out there luring pervy and unsuspecting older hmong men to go with her where she eats and kills them.

This story sounds like the movie "Paranormal Activity"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 12, 2009, 12:03:47 AM

yea, can't believed they tricked people with their smart trailer. Payed those people, to go in a theater and act scared so they can catch it on camera and use it to make the movie look very scary. I'll atleast give them props for their smart tactics

It is a rip off.

The movie is really not worth the money they're asking for people to pay to see it.

ticket should only cause 2 bucks the most.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on November 12, 2009, 01:25:41 AM
Everything he describe was similar to the P.A. movie....  Just that the location was in Laos...

Here's one. I don't remember if I ever told this story on PH yet... My SIL used to lived in this chicken couple place that was turned into apartment/duplexes... Soon after they moved into the duplexes, weird things started happening. The kids saw everything first then it started happening to the parents....

One night the oldest daughter and the baby were home. It was dark and the oldest daughter was on the computer taking web photos... She stared into the computer screen and saw a shadow in the back. She look back and there were no one there. The baby was asleep and if the baby woke up she would hear him. She thought it was nothing so continues on. She looked at the screen again and sees a black figure by the door… Her back was facing the bedroom doors. By this time she felt goose bump but continue to take photos.. After a few shots she decided to check them out. The photos of her face were rotten looking.. She got scared and deleted those fotos.. (I told her she should have kept it to let us see it for proof) Anyhow, she said that everyone in the family has been seeing this black figure and at a point was scared to sleep at home. So one night they decided to come sleep at my place. We asked them if they would put it to a test that their home is haunted. They decided to turn the lights on in their house and had the web cam on… The next day we viewed the video. Nothing strange happen until the lights went off for a quick second and turned back on.. So maybe it knows they had the web cam on and it did not want to be seen.. lol

Anyhow the mom was scared for everyone and decided to go see a fortuneteller… She took her oldest daughter. The moment they step inside the fortuneteller’s place, he saw something strange about the oldest daughter and didn’t even ask them anything. He gave the oldest daughter a necklace of coins and something else for her pillow. (I guess the oldest daughter was home all the time alone with the baby.) Said that there is something wrong with her and needs to get help soon. Then he told them that there’s something in their home and they need to move ASAP or else things will get worse but they cannot go home and start packing and say they are moving because it will follow them. About a week later they packed a few things and moved out slowly… The mom said that when they were leaving, she felt like “IT” knows and were laughing at them.

After a few months they bought a house and thought things were okay. However the kids started seeing things again. The baby son would see it and point where “IT” is and say it’s rotten. Then the family was spook all over again… A few weeks later my FIL’s sister came to visit and she did her thing to see why the ghost is after them. The aunt found out that the ghost is a girl and she liked the third son so she followed him.  The third son is the black sheep of the family.. Then the aunt bribes the ghost with money and food to leave the third son alone. The ghost agreed and they changed the name of the third son.. Ever since the family lived in peace…


it was paranormal activity but changed the characters name and setting...how gay! asian folks can relate more to paranormal activity because there are things like that happen to certain asian familiies...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 12, 2009, 01:40:07 AM
yea, the movie was a joke. I should rather watch Chuckie
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 12:42:42 PM
Is this chicken-apartment-duplex place located in Georgia? If so, I wouldn't be surprised.

Yep Yep Yep, that's the place.... U got scary story to tell too..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 12, 2009, 12:49:58 PM
Just be glad u don't have it.. It sucks being sit on. Usually now when I see a black figure coming, I would say some stuff and it disappear...


i don't get sit on but i do get the occasional sleep paralysis. it's not the way you guys experience it. it's more of my body is shut down but my mind is awake. i do get scared but i remind myself that my body is shut down so i try to go back to sleep. i hope to never get sit on. (knock on wood). i've had a couple of dreams of it and it can be scary.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 12, 2009, 01:07:52 PM
highway, yeah. only that brother saw the little girl. no one else saw it. my niece, the one that had the dream, she does senses the little girl in the house. for some reason, she attracts little ghost girls. i know that there is one attached to her way before this little kimono wearing girl. my niece wants to meditate and ask why she is there but her bf told her not to do it. i forgot the reason why.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 01:26:41 PM
No, no. I don't have any scary chicken-apartment-duplex story to tell. I only mentioned it because I've seen (and been inside) that place and it looks creepy itself. 

it is creepy.. SOme of my brothers rented that place to stay for 1 month and when they moved here I was excited so I happen to spend the night with them.. Even though it's creepy there. Lets just say I slept by the wall and made sure every else is sleep close by. ;D I still didn't sleep thru the night.. kept thinking it's gonna sit on me. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 01:39:10 PM
Oh? I think you just have an overactive imagination.

Are you from GA, then?

Yep.. when did u visit GA?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 01:44:30 PM
I used to live there when I was younger... in a little town called Winder before Hmong people started flocking in.

So u moved away? hehe I'm glad I never lived there although the place me and husband's family lived in stone mountain was pretty scary too.. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 01:50:57 PM
Yes. We moved to NC way back when.

Oh... scary things have a tendency to follow you eh? Do tell more..

Well I didn't experience anything there but the other people did.. Although, there were mornings where I woke up around 6am when it's still dark to cook outside for the hub's lunch and would feel like there's something there staring at me but I just don't see it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 02:00:41 PM
Don't tease, woman! Just tell. What did you hear? What do neighbors see?

alrighty then, one night my SIL rushed home around 11pm and said she saw something white walking around the trees... It was her and this guy chit chatting outside.. She said it was floating so it can't be human.  ;D Then the guys who hang out at night say they be seeing things.... Maybe when they are high. ;D Like I said I didn't experience anything there.. Just felt goose bumps when u felt something presence but don't see anything or hear anything.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 12, 2009, 02:25:24 PM
reminds me of floating things..


this happened maybe 15 years or so ago. one of my brother took on this farming job down south. anyway, he took several of us with him to go pick baby cucumbers. the owners gave us two house. one house was right across a cementary and the other one looked normal. well, another brother went with us. he didn't want to sleep in the normal house and wanted to sleep in the van. well, while he was looking outside the van, he noticed something white was floating in one of the rooms in the house. he quickly ran inside the house. he told us about it and i guess one of the elders were said that it was nothing and we should just go sleep! well, being an ass at the time, that brother said something stupid and all of a sudden, we heard a thump from the basement door!!! i got so scared that i covered myself with my blanket and went to sleep.

another incident in that house.

it was our first night there. there was already two hmong families in that house so my sister and I slept in one room with a bunch of kids. well, i got the middle and my sister got the edge. according to my sister, she felt a little kid stand right in front of her. she reached up to see what the kid wanted. she touched the child and the child was cold all over. she got up, looked around but everyone was already asleep.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 12, 2009, 02:37:54 PM
i don't remember. soemthing stupid!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on November 12, 2009, 02:46:16 PM
This happened to one fo my cousin from my mom's side of the family. The older brother of the person that this happened to and I do hang out a lot. he told me about his little brothers experience with something they can't explain.

One time his little brother and one of their nephew went to check out some grils a town 45 minutes away from where we live. May I say this first, this happened in California. Anyways, him and his nephew went and rented a room at the motel. I forgot which motel this was. After they rented the room, they went and put their things in the room and left for dinner.

After dinner and while they were heading back to the motel before they started out to go see the girls they've went to see. While they were driving back, they saw a hot looking vietnamese chick walking on the sidewalk. They asked if she wanted a ride. Stupid them for picking her up. She could've been an undercover. Anyways, they've picked her up and took her back to the motel. She was really good looking with a nice body, but she hardly spoke. She would only answer what they asked.

She was with them for a couple of hours jsut hanging and god knows what they were doing. Towards the end before she left, she was playing with my cousin's brother's phone. He left his phne on top of the TV and she grabbed it and started playing with it.

After she left, my cousin's brother wanted to know what and why she was playing with his phone. It appreared that all his contacts have been erased. He was pissed know that she erased all his contacts. Later that night they went to visit their girls and came back home.

On their way back home, his phone rang and a number he wasn't familiar with shows up on the caller ID. He picks up the call but there's nothing behind it...he would ask who it was but nothing....it did this the entire way home. Next day it did the same thing, so he decided to return the call. He would dial the number and the operator would say that the number he's dialing is not correct. This happened everytime he calls back. This kept on for a couple of days until he was getting creeped out coz everytime he returns the call to a number that's not correct...but it shows up on his caller ID....

After he told his older brother (the guy that i hang out with) and his older brother tried calling that same number back on his phone. When he called back the operator said that number does not exist (it's sort of in that sense). OK so now they were getting all sorts of weird thoughts. He asked his little brother what happened and after he was told what happened, he was advised to just get rid of the phone. His little brother smashed the phone and went and got a new one.

A couple of days later after he got his new phone, that same number called again....I don't know what happened after this coz at the time i was told of this it was still going on and I haven't asked since then...

It might be a prank but how can one explain the callbacks to a number that isn;t correct....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 03:01:43 PM
HW, u sound like someone i know now..

anyways, here's one.... I heard it thru my SIL... Her MIL was going thru a surgery and was in the hospital... One night while falling asleep, she felt pain in her arm where they put the IV.. She woke up to only find a rotten girl pinning the needle hard into her arm to make her bleed... She wasn't scared and probably know who the rotten girl was so she yelled out in hmong " are u not embarrassed to the world that you are doing this to me? Please go away." The ghost disappear.. Man stories like this makes me want to stay away from hospital.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 03:19:02 PM
HW, just sound like someone with a new nick. I could be wrong. If i'm thinking of the correct one, no, too far.

anyhow, here's another one. I had a first cousin who used to go out a lot at night.... His buddies took him to a river and when the buddies went in for a swim, he didn't go.. He saw something and was scared for his life. Well I guess that ghost musta follow him home... He would see the ghost at night.. His parents sent him to stay with my uncle... I guess the ghost followed him there too... Everynight he would see the ghost at the tip of his bed walking back and forth and doing whatever.. So he told my other cousins and they didn't believe it til they swap room and at night here comes the ghost. The other cousins were spook to death.. I don't know what happen next.. Not sure how the ghost went away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 12, 2009, 03:51:27 PM
Here's one... I don't know if it's a scary story or whatever..

This old man was sick and he was in and out of the hospital... SOmehow he passed out during an operation on him that they had to resuscitate him. After that, he would talk nonsense stuff. The son was visiting him.. He asked the son if he can eat him and the mom when she visits later. The son replied to the dad that he cannot eat them and yelled at him to stop saying nonsense stuff.. He's pretty weak but for some reason he got out of his room when the son went to get coffee.. The nurses had to tie him to the bed.  It took him a few days to become himself.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 12, 2009, 04:47:51 PM
Here's one... I don't know if it's a scary story or whatever..

This old man was sick and he was in and out of the hospital... SOmehow he passed out during an operation on him that they had to resuscitate him. After that, he would talk nonsense stuff. The son was visiting him.. He asked the son if he can eat him and the mom when she visits later. The son replied to the dad that he cannot eat them and yelled at him to stop saying nonsense stuff.. He's pretty weak but for some reason he got out of his room when the son went to get coffee.. The nurses had to tie him to the bed.  It took him a few days to become himself.

he came back to life, half dead. A part zombie wanting human flesh...took him a few days to shrug off his human flesh cravings
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: unknownladiee on November 13, 2009, 12:29:19 PM
haha nice story.



Okay so yes I have the sixth sense, and yes I have a choice if I wish to be a shaman or not but no I do not want to be one and no I don't have to be one. And yes I still have the sixth sense regardless if I choose to be one or not. I shouldn't call it "the sixth sense" but rather "a sixth sense." Okay let me share my little short story. I was sleeping over at an elder's house in the basement when I felt as though someone was staring at me. You know how we're sleeping and if someone stands close to us we kinda feel their presence? or maybe it's just me. So yeah I open my eyes and I don't see anything, and I know I can't see spirits so I was like hmm that's odd no one's there. But I felt very uncomfortable and knew that whatever it was, it wasn't happy that I was there. So I ran upstairs and slept in the living room.

The next morning I woke up and asked my mom if she knew anything about the home. I told her I swear I felt some kind of spiritual presence, something was definitely there, and I felt cold and afraid. She later asked around and learned that the elder's wife died in his home, in the basement. That was the one experience of many I confirmed I had a sixth sense.

i'm chosen as well to be the shaman...buti chose not.....
my story was....i was in my room on top of my bed.... laying on my belly near the end of my bed and writing in my journal.....
.....i strongly felt as if someone was looking at me....so i slowly look next to me on my left where i felt it... and it was nothing.... so i looked around the room and it was nothing...so i quickly ran out of my room into the living room....and everybody was not home.....they were outside which made it worser for me...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 13, 2009, 12:30:39 PM
he came back to life, half dead. A part zombie wanting human flesh...took him a few days to shrug off his human flesh cravings

actually, i think the ghost around him made him say that only. U know like he was suppose to go but the docs brought him back to life. I don't think he was gonna eat them for reals. ;D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 13, 2009, 01:04:09 PM
speaking of hospitals, i have two stories relating to my mom and sister.


well, i'll start with my sister. ever since my dad died back in 2001, my sister got really sick. at the time we were preparing for my dad's funeral, my sister was in and out of the hospital for kidney failure. well, from that time up until her transplant three years ago, every time she went into the hospital, she would share a room with another person. well, for some reason, each roommate that she had, they would die in the same room with her. we never asked why or anything. just kind of shrugged it off.


here's one about my mom.

she was in this one hospital completely unknown to us. well, my sister spent the first night with my mom at that hospital. she said that she would hear a noise like the one the grudge makes. it sounded like it was coming from the vent. that night, she couldn't sleep at all. the next day, i went spent the night there. i didn't hear what my sister heard but i did hear what sounded like the pipes were just making noises. however, that night, i couldn't sleep for some reason. normally i don't have the tv on when i'm in the hospital but for some reason, that night i did. i didn't think much of it. i just went on like it was nothing.

that time while my mom was in the hospital, we decided to watch scary movies at home. we watched the movie, "emily rose". well, it sat well with me but not with my niece. for some reason, that movie woke something up with my niece. ever since that time, with my mom coming home from that hospital and watching that movie, something changed with my mom and niece.

with my mom, she started seeing bugs. she started getting sicker and sicker each day. she started talking to herself, too. it's not loud but like a whisper. sometimes, you can't even make out the words. my niece, the one that changed a little, she started noticing things, too. after she would come over to our house, she would go home and that night, she would get sit on. she would feel like there are little feet running around her. when she was around my mom, she would hear the whispers and get scared. her, her younger sister and brother would have dreams of bad spirits around my mom. at first she didn't want to tell me all this because she was afraid i'd get scared or that whatever that was with her, would come onto me. apparently, whoever she told this to, things would happen to them! it happened to her brother, her sister and her bf. knock on wood but nothing happened to me. that's why  her bf now said that i'm spiritually retarded! hahaha..

anyway, about my mom's whispers, there are times when you can't make out what she's saying. it's all gibberish and mumbo jumbo. all i know is that there have been times where i would hear something sinister but too tired to care! hahahahha it did scare my nephew's wife one morning.

i was getting my mom ready for dialysis. i had her sit down by the stairs. one of my nephew and his family came over to visit. they slept in the living room. anyway, all of a sudden, my nephew's wife goes," auntie, did you hear that?" for a minute there, i got scared but i answered, "hear what?" she goes,"you don't hear it? it's coming from grandma's room!" i go, "does it sound like gibberish talk?" she said, "yeah". i answered, "oh! it's just grandma. it's coming from the stairs!". my nyaab gives me a questioned look and asks, "are you sure? it really does sound like it's coming from grandma's room." i nodded no. I explained to her about how hearing is like sometimes. you think it's from one side but really, it just kind of goes around you to another, you know? but yeah! my mom's gibberish talk has scared a few people.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 16, 2009, 04:24:13 PM
So this past weekend we visited the hubby's friends and stay for the night.

We slept out in the living room so around 8 or 9ish, I was kinda awake; while I was sleeping I heard the hubby's friend got out and was doing some jogging from the other side of the room to where we slept.  I was thinking to myself that it was weird that he got up early to run around the apt.  I was too tired to open my eyes so I dozed off. 

A couple of minutes later, I heard him making conversations with my hubby that he's going to the store to buy groceries.  I didn't think of much and doze back to sleep until 10:30 when both of us woke up.  After getting ready; I asked the hubby if his friend was back from the store yet and the hubby told me that he was still asleep.  I then got the goosebumps all over me b/c I specifically heard him running around us and making conversation to the hubby.

I told the hubby about it and he didn't want me to tell them b/c it may freak them out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BLAHGiRL01 on November 20, 2009, 09:40:36 AM
I got a story, when i was about 5 years old; Like i was sleeping on the ground
of my parents bed, so you like ckan see like under the badd, But anyways, i was
so young back then iono, what i say but I was so freak out, Cos i saw like
a women at the end of the bed. Goshhh scaredd me, still freaks me out till this day.

Heres anothor one; So my cosin told me this one, cos hes from fresno, and i hearrddd
fresno has alot of scary shiet there, thats why im scaredd to go hahahah, Just joking.
But yeahh like i was saying, he told me about a place ckall LOST LAKE? [ Anyone know that
place in fresno? ] But yeahh he said that alot of scary shiet happen there. And its freaky at night too.
He said one night driving threw lost lake, it was him and his friend, and i guess hes friends ckan see
ghosts so yeahhh, they was driving and my cos say it was so dark like very dark and
he turn to his left and saw a tree and looked like to hmong girls hang there self,
but he wasnt all scaredd cos he did hear a story about that tree that if you
look at it at midnight you ckan see then dead there, also hes friend saw it too, and hearthe 2 girls
voices telling them to help them, AHHHH freaky mannn . . . yeahhh . .

And i got a ex from fresno and he told me about of things too, i just for got.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 20, 2009, 11:19:21 AM
Saw a lady under the bed........tha t is creepy.



I am from Fresno and yes, Lost Lake is the place of Hmong death. Though Hmong people, like me, still go there because it's a hangout/swim place and plenty of fish. It's actually a river, the San Joaquin River. Freezing cold, that's why it's a very popular place to cool off in the summer. many Hmong people drowned there, a few hung themselves there in the past.



Many Fresno people don't about the suicide but.......One Hmong guy hung himself at the entrance tree, one hmong lady hung herself on a tree in the middle of the river. Many drowned Hmong victims. Believe it or not, we still go every summer and will always go. The blazing California sun is just to much, so free cool mountain water is one of the better alternatives to AC. I go snorkel there every summer, watching how the trout feed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 20, 2009, 04:22:58 PM
Same here...I grew up in Fresno and Lost Lake do have lots of scary incidents happening there. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on November 20, 2009, 04:46:38 PM
I think my car is haunted... every time I ride in it I'd hear rattling noises.  Maybe my muffler is haunted by satan himself.  DAMN!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on November 21, 2009, 12:48:11 PM
speaking of hospitals, i have two stories relating to my mom and sister.


well, i'll start with my sister. ever since my dad died back in 2001, my sister got really sick. at the time we were preparing for my dad's funeral, my sister was in and out of the hospital for kidney failure. well, from that time up until her transplant three years ago, every time she went into the hospital, she would share a room with another person. well, for some reason, each roommate that she had, they would die in the same room with her. we never asked why or anything. just kind of shrugged it off.


here's one about my mom.

she was in this one hospital completely unknown to us. well, my sister spent the first night with my mom at that hospital. she said that she would hear a noise like the one the grudge makes. it sounded like it was coming from the vent. that night, she couldn't sleep at all. the next day, i went spent the night there. i didn't hear what my sister heard but i did hear what sounded like the pipes were just making noises. however, that night, i couldn't sleep for some reason. normally i don't have the tv on when i'm in the hospital but for some reason, that night i did. i didn't think much of it. i just went on like it was nothing.

that time while my mom was in the hospital, we decided to watch scary movies at home. we watched the movie, "emily rose". well, it sat well with me but not with my niece. for some reason, that movie woke something up with my niece. ever since that time, with my mom coming home from that hospital and watching that movie, something changed with my mom and niece.

with my mom, she started seeing bugs. she started getting sicker and sicker each day. she started talking to herself, too. it's not loud but like a whisper. sometimes, you can't even make out the words. my niece, the one that changed a little, she started noticing things, too. after she would come over to our house, she would go home and that night, she would get sit on. she would feel like there are little feet running around her. when she was around my mom, she would hear the whispers and get scared. her, her younger sister and brother would have dreams of bad spirits around my mom. at first she didn't want to tell me all this because she was afraid i'd get scared or that whatever that was with her, would come onto me. apparently, whoever she told this to, things would happen to them! it happened to her brother, her sister and her bf. knock on wood but nothing happened to me. that's why  her bf now said that i'm spiritually retarded! hahaha..

anyway, about my mom's whispers, there are times when you can't make out what she's saying. it's all gibberish and mumbo jumbo. all i know is that there have been times where i would hear something sinister but too tired to care! hahahahha it did scare my nephew's wife one morning.

i was getting my mom ready for dialysis. i had her sit down by the stairs. one of my nephew and his family came over to visit. they slept in the living room. anyway, all of a sudden, my nephew's wife goes," auntie, did you hear that?" for a minute there, i got scared but i answered, "hear what?" she goes,"you don't hear it? it's coming from grandma's room!" i go, "does it sound like gibberish talk?" she said, "yeah". i answered, "oh! it's just grandma. it's coming from the stairs!". my nyaab gives me a questioned look and asks, "are you sure? it really does sound like it's coming from grandma's room." i nodded no. I explained to her about how hearing is like sometimes. you think it's from one side but really, it just kind of goes around you to another, you know? but yeah! my mom's gibberish talk has scared a few people.

I work @ a hospital, some parts are haunted.  Usually strange things happen @ night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on November 21, 2009, 01:23:18 PM
A few years ago this old Hmong lady was hit by a car while she was crossing the road.  I didn't attend her funeral but my aunt went, since that was her mother-in-law's sister, and she said that the place smell like rotten corpse.  It was so bad that they tied a red string to everyone who entered the funeral home. 

A few days after her funeral her family say that they keep on hearing footsteps walking around in circles around their house.  One time one of the kids was taking out the trash at night and he said that he saw the form of this old lady working in the small garden next to the house.  He ran into the house cause that was his grandma's garden and no one ever goes in there except her. 

Anyways, the old lady's husband missed her so much that he took to driving alone at night around town.  One time he was driving and thinking about her.  He started feeling chills down his right side and he glanced at the passenger side and his dead wife was sitting right beside him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BLAHGiRL01 on November 23, 2009, 09:11:10 AM
Saw a lady under the bed........tha t is creepy.



I am from Fresno and yes, Lost Lake is the place of Hmong death. Though Hmong people, like me, still go there because it's a hangout/swim place and plenty of fish. It's actually a river, the San Joaquin River. Freezing cold, that's why it's a very popular place to cool off in the summer. many Hmong people drowned there, a few hung themselves there in the past.



Many Fresno people don't about the suicide but.......One Hmong guy hung himself at the entrance tree, one hmong lady hung herself on a tree in the middle of the river. Many drowned Hmong victims. Believe it or not, we still go every summer and will always go. The blazing California sun is just to much, so free cool mountain water is one of the better alternatives to AC. I go snorkel there every summer, watching how the trout feed.
Ohhhh scarey =)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on November 23, 2009, 11:42:00 AM
I got a story, when i was about 5 years old; Like i was sleeping on the ground
of my parents bed, so you like ckan see like under the badd, But anyways, i was
so young back then iono, what i say but I was so freak out, Cos i saw like
a women at the end of the bed. Goshhh scaredd me, still freaks me out till this day.

Heres anothor one; So my cosin told me this one, cos hes from fresno, and i hearrddd
fresno has alot of scary shiet there, thats why im scaredd to go hahahah, Just joking.
But yeahh like i was saying, he told me about a place ckall LOST LAKE? [ Anyone know that
place in fresno? ] But yeahh he said that alot of scary shiet happen there. And its freaky at night too.
He said one night driving threw lost lake, it was him and his friend, and i guess hes friends ckan see
ghosts so yeahhh, they was driving and my cos say it was so dark like very dark and
he turn to his left and saw a tree and looked like to hmong girls hang there self,
but he wasnt all scaredd cos he did hear a story about that tree that if you
look at it at midnight you ckan see then dead there, also hes friend saw it too, and hearthe 2 girls
voices telling them to help them, AHHHH freaky mannn . . . yeahhh . .

And i got a ex from fresno and he told me about of things too, i just for got.

foe realz?  bkut what 'bout their lost souls?  LMAO!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nruabsiab on November 24, 2009, 03:02:12 PM
I heard of a guy who went camping not long after one of his little nephew passed away. This was one of his favorite nephew and he really missed him. He was thinking of his nephew before he fell asleep in his tent. In the middle of the night, he heard some noises outside of his tent. He got a flash light and went out for a peak. He saw a little boy sitting with his back toward him, eating the scraps of meat and food that was in the campfire pit. He thought it was someone else's kid so told the kid not to pick at the food and he'll get the kid some food from the storage bin. The boy turned his head around and said, "But Uncle, I'm so hungry and no one has fed me in days!" He woke up, it was a dream but scared the shitt out of him. He went out and put a bowl of rice and meat off to the side for his passed away nephew.
usually when dreamed of the dead, the dead never talk.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nruabsiab on November 24, 2009, 03:18:39 PM
There are many good rituals but there is also one good ritual that is bad for others and good for the people doing the ritual.
In hmong i forgot what we called it, but in english we call it "retracing soul calling"

When my grandma was 9 months prenagnt and was about to have her kid, she felt something was wrong.  Everyone was out of the house and my grandma was the only one so she gave birth to her son.  What she saw would change her life.  When her son came out it was dead and his face was white and skin was puff and it was like he got a hot water burn.  My grandma immediately knew that someone somewhere did the ritual "Trace and bring back the soul" and took her son's soul back to the sick living person.  My grandma was very upset. So she learned the ritual herself and used it through out her life.  This Ritual is forbbiden by the heavens.  My grandma told me this ritual is rather defined as calling your soul back to you and will eventually kill the other person with your soul living in it.
She said who ever does this, only Yawg Sau will judge them when they get to heaven.
..
let me explain how this works.

You are sick and not feeling well and your face is pale like you have no soul.  Just like Bart simpson when he had no soul, but usually that person is sick and has yellow ear.  So someone calls an elder who knows hmong rituals or shaman to perform a small ritual to see what really happen.  If the shaman tells you that your soul has move on and recarnated to another baby or an already born person then they will perform this ritual. This ritual goes like this.
If your  soul have recarnated into an unborn baby boy that is still in the mom's pouch then the baby will be born dead because the soul is being call to go back into the originator's body, the living sick person.  The baby will have no soul and die when comes out but face and body will look like a boil burn.  This will cure the sick person because his wandered soul came back to him.

If the sick person's soul have been reborn then it is too late, the sick person will have no soul and will eventually die.  My grandma told me that sometimes,
people get sick because their soul is hurt or had a broken heart and wandered off to start a new life.  She said sometimes people's soul will leave at an early age and start a new life and the person would not know it until 5-20 yrs later.  By then his soul had already grown up and had kids, so the ritual won't work anymore.

 :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(

i think this is what happened to my aunt... or thats what my parents think.... my aunt was very sick, and her step daughter in law was giving birth.... i think she die almost the same time as the baby was born... my dad said, maybe her soul went to the baby.  :'( :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nruabsiab on November 24, 2009, 03:20:27 PM
there's also the one about saying that a child is beautiful/handsome/cute. if poj ntxoog or zaj hnov, they will come take your child away. that's why a lot of times you will hear OGs say to babies "cas yuav mus phem quav ua luaj li os"
i think this mostly happened back in the old days in laos and thailand... not so much in america... cus we have shining lights... and we can say, the baby is soooo cute.. maybe cute is not the same as pretty and handsome ???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on November 24, 2009, 04:05:51 PM
gone...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on November 25, 2009, 10:35:09 AM
When the spirit recarnated into a baby, that person will get sick and die in the future.  Before the baby is born you can call the spirit back, but someone's unborn baby might die unless other spirits becomes that unborn child. Very sad ritual.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on November 26, 2009, 03:12:15 AM
scary stuff!  check this out if you havn't seen it.  It's real not fake or just a joke.

They caught Micheal Jackson's ghost while video taping his home after his death.   pretty freaky!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jkJmcgkDLI

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SilentJealousy on November 28, 2009, 11:21:20 AM
I've been lurking on this forum reading all the ghost stories that people has shared and thought I'd add a few to the thread. There's a lot of great and spooky stories on here and I cant get enough, hopefully theres more to come...


This happened to me way back in the day when I was only a child (3-5yrsold). Its been so long that my memories has forgotten bits and pieces...anyho w

Back in the 80's our family had moved into this townhouse located downtown in the city we live in. I dont know how old these townhouses are but to my understanding they've been around probably way back since the 1930's or so. My aunt/uncle also lived beside us during this time. This story happened to my older brothers and it goes like...

It was a raining/gloomy day our family had gone over to our aunt/uncle place next door to eat dinner and hang out. During this time, my older brothers and cousin decided they wanted to play ghostbusters so they decided to go to our place to bust some ghosts. They had gone to my sister room and started to clean it. My older brother decided to line up the shoes on the other side of the room opposite of the door. After they were done, they decided to head downstairs when all of a sudden thunder struck so loud they got scared and panicked, then shrugged it off knowing it was only thunder. Right at the moment they heard heavy footsteps upstairs above them (which is my sister room). Knowing they were alone in the house they decided to go upstairs only to find a pair of flipflops rigth at the entrance of my sisters door. They were so freaked the ran outside an into my aunts place.

Same place...

One night we were all ready to head to bed when all of a sudden the phone ranged downstairs. My younger sister decided to go get the phone and went downstairs. When she picked up the phone to answer, no one answered on the other line so she hung up. As she was starting to walk back upstairs the phone ranged again, so she went back and picked it up answering with no one answering in return. She paused and thought who would be calling and not answering. Then as she looked down on the ground she saw my brother dinky car started moving going round and round in a circle. She freaked out dropped the phone and ran upstairs and told my parents about what had just happened. Knowing parents they just said it was nothing and to go to sleep.

same place...

This encounter happened to me and my oldest sister. Our laundry room was downstairs in the basement. Our basement had two rooms, one being like a living room and the other was the cold room (storage room). The storage room was always dark and i never went in there only with my parents. Me being only a baby at the time my sister took me downstairs to go check on the laundry. As we had our back against the cold room entrance we felt a cool breeze hit us from behind. I was only a baby so I didnt know any better but my sister had chills down her spine then all of a sudden a voice said from behind us..."Come here...come here..." my sister freaked out and ran upstairs so fast she left me downstairs by myself. All I remember was cryin my eyes off cause I heard that voice as well and my sister had left me by myself. She came back down and got me and went back upstairs. I still somewhat remember that voice til this day.

same place...

I was downstairs in the basement living room playing Atari one day. I was by myself when I heard something move in the cold room. I got scared and ran upstairs and shut the door behind forgetting to turn off the tv and atari system. So i decided to open the door and peak my head downstairs to see if the game was still on but it wasnt. The tv had been turned off and what I remember seeing was a blurry area in front of the tv for a sec then it gone. Eversince that I never gone down there by myself.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 28, 2009, 10:57:10 PM
then all of a sudden a voice said from behind us..."Come here...come here..." my sister freaked out and ran upstairs so fast she left me downstairs by myself. All I remember was cryin my eyes off cause I heard that voice as well and my sister had left me by myself. She came back down and got me and went back upstairs. I still somewhat remember that voice til this day.





English voice or Hmong voice? which is considered scarier?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SilentJealousy on November 30, 2009, 07:21:08 AM


English voice or Hmong voice? which is considered scarier?


English voice. If it was hmong I think I would've shitted my pants just knowing that no hmong family has ever lived there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on December 01, 2009, 01:00:14 AM
I heard this story from my aunt.  She told me that there was a funeral home up in St. Paul or around that area.  Someone passed away, so this one lady went to the funeral home by herself in the evening.  The funeral home closes at 10 pm, when they were going to close, the broadcasted on the microphone that they were closing in x minutes.  The lady decided to go use the restroom by herself before heading home.  Well, she went into the bathroom by herself, there was nobody else in there.  As she was doing her business, she heard the bathroom door bolt and lock.  She went out of the bathroom stall and tried opening the door and realized that it was locked (i'm not sure if the bolt was from the inside or outside).  She said she could hear people still talking outside and a voice broadcasting again that they were closing at 10.  She tried banging on the door and calling for help, but nobody heard her even though she heard them plain as day.  After a while, everybody left and the funeral home was quiet.  She was crying and really scared.  After what seemed like a long time, she remembered to pray, so she prayed for whatever it was to let her go.  Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door bolt open, she ran out and saw a figure moving from the door, shading its face so she couldn't see it.  She ran out into the hallway where she said she saw a two figures, a mom and a child spirit sitting on a ledge/chair? and swinging their feet.  After she got home, they had to do a jingle to call her spirit back.

Thats why women go to the bathroom in pairs....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on December 01, 2009, 08:56:38 AM
funerals are sooo busy. you don't need to go pee by yourself.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on December 01, 2009, 09:10:40 AM
I heard this story from my aunt.  She told me that there was a funeral home up in St. Paul or around that area.  Someone passed away, so this one lady went to the funeral home by herself in the evening.  The funeral home closes at 10 pm, when they were going to close, the broadcasted on the microphone that they were closing in x minutes.  The lady decided to go use the restroom by herself before heading home.  Well, she went into the bathroom by herself, there was nobody else in there.  As she was doing her business, she heard the bathroom door bolt and lock.  She went out of the bathroom stall and tried opening the door and realized that it was locked (i'm not sure if the bolt was from the inside or outside).  She said she could hear people still talking outside and a voice broadcasting again that they were closing at 10.  She tried banging on the door and calling for help, but nobody heard her even though she heard them plain as day.  After a while, everybody left and the funeral home was quiet.  She was crying and really scared.  After what seemed like a long time, she remembered to pray, so she prayed for whatever it was to let her go.  Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door bolt open, she ran out and saw a figure moving from the door, shading its face so she couldn't see it.  She ran out into the hallway where she said she saw a two figures, a mom and a child spirit sitting on a ledge/chair? and swinging their feet.  After she got home, they had to do a jingle to call her spirit back.

Thats why women go to the bathroom in pairs....

someone turned the light off on me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 01, 2009, 09:14:43 AM
ncokoj, that's freaking scary. I never use it and if I did, I do make sure someone goes with me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on December 05, 2009, 10:49:29 AM
i saw a ghost and it said " BOO"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hurt Mushrooms on December 13, 2009, 04:50:28 PM
I heard this story from my aunt.  She told me that there was a funeral home up in St. Paul or around that area.  Someone passed away, so this one lady went to the funeral home by herself in the evening.  The funeral home closes at 10 pm, when they were going to close, the broadcasted on the microphone that they were closing in x minutes.  The lady decided to go use the restroom by herself before heading home.  Well, she went into the bathroom by herself, there was nobody else in there.  As she was doing her business, she heard the bathroom door bolt and lock.  She went out of the bathroom stall and tried opening the door and realized that it was locked (i'm not sure if the bolt was from the inside or outside).  She said she could hear people still talking outside and a voice broadcasting again that they were closing at 10.  She tried banging on the door and calling for help, but nobody heard her even though she heard them plain as day.  After a while, everybody left and the funeral home was quiet.  She was crying and really scared.  After what seemed like a long time, she remembered to pray, so she prayed for whatever it was to let her go.  Suddenly, she heard the bathroom door bolt open, she ran out and saw a figure moving from the door, shading its face so she couldn't see it.  She ran out into the hallway where she said she saw a two figures, a mom and a child spirit sitting on a ledge/chair? and swinging their feet.  After she got home, they had to do a jingle to call her spirit back.

Thats why women go to the bathroom in pairs....

I don't get it, no one ever looked for her?? And normally woman don't go to funerals alone. Weird story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: blongthong on December 15, 2009, 02:21:24 PM
I don't get it, no one ever looked for her?? And normally woman don't go to funerals alone. Weird story.

Nice ghost story.

here is mine.. My older brother was dating this chick.. One night he dream that she was pole dancing for him while he was on the chair.. and then while she was flipping her hair around she turn into a ghost.. her face was all bloodly. So my brother woke up screaming and he flips on his cellphone and heard the noise from the grudge..So he screams even more and woke up my other brothers sleeping near him.. True story but it was funny as heck when he told me

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: GotGame612 on December 16, 2009, 03:09:04 AM
I read this from a Chinese web page full of ghost stories ...

A married couple, with a young son, was always fighting, bickering, you name it. One day out of pure rage, the father murdered the mother. He hid his crime well, no one suspected anything. But he noticed something strange about his son. The boy never complained about the absence of his mother.

"Son, why aren't you calling out for Mommy? Most little boys would want their mommy to be with them. Tell me what's bothering you."

The little boy replied, "I'm fine. I was just curious why you're always carrying Mommy on your back."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: GotGame612 on December 16, 2009, 03:05:53 PM
hi there im just sharing a story from this hmong woman dont know the name but she got a good story hope ya enjoy..


Coming from an Asian background, my ethnic group (Hmong) is very superstitious. Most of us believe in ghosts and the supernatural and we take it seriously when something usual happens. The old and wise ones can usually interpret such things. So anyway, here is an incident that I swear happened to my husband and I. I can re-tell it as many times as you want and it would still be the same story because it is true.

In March of 2000, my husband (then boyfriend, whom I will call Ken) came to live with me while I was attending college. The college is located northwest in Wisconsin. It is only an hour away from the border of Minnesota. Well, one weekend, Ken and I got bored and decided to go gambling. The casino is called Treasure Island and is located southeast in Minnesota. It is about 1 1/2 hours drive from where we live. To get to Treasure Island from Wisconsin, one has to take HWY 63 south, which is a very quiet, gloomy, and out in the boony sort of highway. Along the way, there are at least 5 cemeteries (I think 7) and 2 gas stations.

We went early in the afternoon and stayed until 3 a.m. So we were there more than 12 hours. On our way back, it was still dark and on that particular morning, it was very foggy. We were both very tired and Ken didn't trust me driving because the roads had a lot of curves and sharp turns. (Now a little side note, my husband hears and feels things all the time).

Back to the story. We drove until he was too tired and couldn't concentrate on the road anymore. We stopped at the first gas station to rest. We slept for about 20 minutes and then it got really cold in the car so we decided to keep driving again. As soon as we got on the road, I started nodding off. 'Til this day, I swear I heard some whispering in my ears while I was half awake, half asleep. They were saying, "lets go back to the casino, just turn the car around. Please go back with us." I whispered back, "no, we've just been there." (I will explain why my answer is significant later). Thirty minutes later Ken, out of nowhere, just stopped at the next gas station (which is right off the BIG highway 94). I woke up, asked him why he had stopped again and if he was tired so soon already, because we had just stopped 30 minutes ago. This was his reply, "Monie's friends wanted to get out here." To me he looked like he was in a trance. I stared at him and said, "what friends, Monie doesn't have any friends that went with us." Now this creeped me out because it got really cold. Our car was a 1990 Toyota Supra, 2 door and I know, I didn't open the door for anyone. I looked in the back seat and there was no one there, but you could feel something there. So I opened the my door and said, "well if they want out here, then the door is open and they could get out". I then slammed the door and we got out of that gas station way before you could even say go.

I asked him the next morning and he just said there were 2 ladies and they said they needed a ride. They also said they were my friend Monie's friends, so that is why he stopped the car.

It wasn't until the next time that we went back to the casino did we sort of understand why this happened. Right across from the first gas station that we stopped at, there was a cemetery. It is surrounded by some trees and a tiny church. Therefore you can't really see the cemetery unless you were looking for it.

I asked some people about this incident and they said, good thing I refused to go back to the casino with them, because had I said yes, we probably would have gone off the road and died. Many Hmong people believe if you dream or see the dead asking you to go somewhere with them, it's because they are back from the grave wanting you dead to be with them or take their place. Strange and creepy, but true.

I apologize if this is too long. But it was very scary amongst other things that has happened to my husband that he tells me about.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: blongthong on December 17, 2009, 12:03:55 PM
I asked some people about this incident and they said, good thing I refused to go back to the casino with them, because had I said yes, we probably would have gone off the road and died. Many Hmong people believe if you dream or see the dead asking you to go somewhere with them, it's because they are back from the grave wanting you dead to be with them or take their place. Strange and creepy, but true.

I apologize if this is too long. But it was very scary amongst other things that has happened to my husband that he tells me about.
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nice one i always wanted to go to treasher island but never been their my Brother in law always go there lol..

Here some more ghost story from my grandpa
Back in Thailand or Laos my grandpa house is located by the edge of the village right next to the forest. So one night he went outside of his house to check on his pigs and chicken because something was messing with them.  He walked up to the edge of his house and standing in front of him was 2 glowing green eyes.  He notice it was a tiger but it was too late and then the tiger jumped straight at him. The tiger try to claw my grandpa to death but something blocked him from getting kill. The tiger left right after clawing my grandpa and it left a big scratch mark on my grandpa face. My grandpa is a shaman as well as my grandma.

Here another ghost story… many years later my grandma and grandpa move to a small town call Kaukauna located in WI. They moved into a haunted where a white husband killed his wife and chopped her head off in the basement. Well one night my aunt woke up to make a bottle for her baby she saw the chair lift up and moved across the room. So she got scared and told my grandpa so my grandpa got up and did his hmong magic. A couple days went by nothing happens. Then my grandpa woke up to use the bathroom and he saw 2 bloody hands in the bathroom. So he got scared and did his hmong magic and was yelling at the thing. Another time he woke up and saw a little girl in the living room so he went to my aunt room and ask them why their kids were up so early. But none of them were up so he knew it was the ghosts inside the house playing tricks on him. Another thing happen to my little cousin she woke up in her room and saw a little hairy girl next to their bad. So she reach over and turn on the radio very loud to try to wake up her sisters but no one heard it. After like 10 mintues her moms finally hear the music and came to her room and shout at her for turning music on so early in the morning, so she told her mom wat she saw. They finally move out of that damn ugly house I  been to it and it is creepy but I have never seen those ghosts.

Here another ghost story.. well after they move out of that house they move into a apartment still in Kaukauna. So one day my little bro and I went over to kick it with my cousins. It was night so we woke up to go outside and to the right of the apartment was a little bunnie hole.  We went over there and found 3 little bunnies inside so we grabbed  them and play with them for a bit while trying to whisper to each other quietly. Lol so the next day my grandma told us that she heard little ghost talking outside last night I was laughing so hard..:))))
I’ll tell more later  hope my story doesn’t bore you guys to death lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: blongthong on December 17, 2009, 01:20:50 PM
I hate this thread. fuccking freaky, yet I still read it. aaaaghhhhh!

I got more coming tomorrow because gotta to class soon
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on December 17, 2009, 03:15:44 PM
nvm
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 17, 2009, 05:31:59 PM
Have you guys heard about the Hmong lady who'd came back from her death experience and told a story of heaven and Jesus, and said to be true?. (Excerpted)
That is not Jesus.  That is Yawm Saub.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on December 18, 2009, 02:21:02 PM
I read this from a Chjavascript:void(0);inese web page full of ghost stories ...

A married couple, with a young son, was always fighting, bickering, you name it. One day out of pure rage, the father murdered the mother. He hid his crime well, no one suspected anything. But he noticed something strange about his son. The boy never complained about the absence of his mother.

"Son, why aren't you calling out for Mommy? Most little boys would want their mommy to be with them. Tell me what's bothering you."

The little boy replied, "I'm fine. I was just curious why you're always carrying Mommy on your back."

SCARY!! :o :o :o :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on December 18, 2009, 02:25:20 PM
I read this from a Chinese web page full of ghost stories ...

A married couple, with a young son, was always fighting, bickering, you name it. One day out of pure rage, the father murdered the mother. He hid his crime well, no one suspected anything. But he noticed something strange about his son. The boy never complained about the absence of his mother.

"Son, why aren't you calling out for Mommy? Most little boys would want their mommy to be with them. Tell me what's bothering you."

The little boy replied, "I'm fine. I was just curious why you're always carrying Mommy on your back."

wth! scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 21, 2009, 09:42:50 PM
that's why no matter what, don't try to attempt anything stupid like that that you'll regret later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 21, 2009, 09:43:05 PM
I'm back!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on December 21, 2009, 11:46:44 PM
I'm back!!!
yay got more story?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 22, 2009, 10:57:49 AM
here's short story..

Back in thailand one of the hubby's relative passed away.. Before he passed away, there's been signs of tiger roaring at night or trails of tigers feet around the house.. Anyhow, during the funeral the FIL was standing next to the deceased and all of a sudden the deceased bit my FIL's hand tight.. He had to punch the deceased a few times and yell the crap out of him before he let go and resume dead again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Petals on December 22, 2009, 04:00:42 PM
 :o :o :D wow unbelievable- it is even possible? :D

here's short story..

Back in thailand one of the hubby's relative passed away.. Before he passed away, there's been signs of tiger roaring at night or trails of tigers feet around the house.. Anyhow, during the funeral the FIL was standing next to the deceased and all of a sudden the deceased bit my FIL's hand tight.. He had to punch the deceased a few times and yell the crap out of him before he let go and resume dead again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 22, 2009, 04:09:49 PM
:o :o :D wow unbelievable- it is even possible? :D


I don't know. But my FIL isn't a person who lie. If u think about it, back then the organs were not removed from the body.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on December 23, 2009, 10:29:44 AM
It's a bit long....

Here's another told to me by one of my cousin who is the person experiencing this event. For those that have lived or once lived in Ban Vinai in Thailand maybe you've heard and possibley have experienced some unusual event. I've heard that there's this place i guess it's close to the market where people always use to release the spirit of the dead "tso plig". Some clan uses it during funeral processions such as "tshwm tshav".

A little background about where his house, the latrine and the place where they use to release spirits is at. From the way he describes it, it's his house, the place where they release the spirits and then the latrine then the market. This is what I can remember.

Anyways, on to the story. During one of our family get-together a long while back ago (roughly 7-8 years ago), my cousin was telling us about his experience one night during his stay in Ban Vinai. One late evening, during the season when most everyone is sick. Most usually get the diarrhea. I don't know but this might be the raining season because of the possible water contamination from the run-offs. Their family usually prepare and eat dinner sooner than some family. After dinner and before the sun starts to set, my cousin's stomach hadn't been feeling too well. He's taken a couple of trips to the latrine already.

As night fall and the moon rises to be a full moon, it was close to bedtime. I remind you that my cousin is already married and had kids already during this time. After everyone fell asleep and hours have passed by, my cousin was waken up by a stomach ache. Sure enough, it was likely that he's going to have to take another trip to the latrine. He tried to hold it in as much as he can, but as we all know, there's nothing that can hold that when it wants to come out. He is aware that rumors have it that people have heard many things at night and have seen many unexplainable things at night, but he really needed that latringe.

He tough up and got himself out of bed, and he grabbed his flashlight. As he was walking out the door, he turned on his flashlight, but found it to be very dim. The flashlight can barely help the full moon light up the way to the latrine. Looking up at the night sky, he told himself that he didn't need the flashlight as it was a full moon, and there were enough lights for him to see his way. He turned off his flashlight and started walking fast (similar to power walking) towards the latrine.

As he approached the outskirts of the place where they realease the spirits, he started to get chills already. As mentioned before he is very well aware of all the strange things that people saw and heard on that spot. He quickly walk as fast as he can passed that place and towards the latrine. As he approached the latrine, he noticed that he can see the big tree infront of the latrine. This means that he's pretty darn close to the latrine because the tree stands right infront of the latrine. He quickly made his way to the latrine and shuts the door behind him.

As he was relieving himself of the nasty stomach ache, he saw a shadow at the bottom of the latrine door where it's cut as an undercut. The shadow passed the door, and he heard footsteps outside like someone was walking around the latrine. He then saw the shadow again. At this point, he was getting freaked out already, but he couldn't do anything because he was still busy himself. He pushed his stay int he latrine as quickly as he can, and as he was finishing up, his eyes were aiming at the bottom of the door to see if that shadow was there or not. He didn't see it anymore, so he quickly got up and zipped up his pants and made his way out.

As he was walking out the latrine, he noticed something or someone standing next tot he big tree. This person or thing is quite tall. Taller than an average Hmong person. By this time,he was scared to death. He started walking as fast as he can towards home. As he was walking pass this figure, he looked at it and couldn't see a face. It looked like it was constantly turning its face away from my cousin as he was walking pass by. While he was right infront of the figure, he felt his legs numb up. It's like when you're legs goes to sleep. He tried to walk as fast as he could, but his legs weren't lsitening to him. He pushed and pushed himself to walk away from this thing, and finally as he got farhter and farther away from this thing, his legs started working right again. The minute he got control of his legs back, he took off running home. When he got home, he jumped into bed.

The next morning, he got up bright and early and went to see what it could have possibly been that scared him so much. He went to the tree where this thing was standing and found prints all around the tree. These prints weren't foot prints, yet they look like hoofs. He went around the latrine, and the prints were all around the latrine as well.

After finding that, he knew it was something supernatural and not human that he saw.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LoneStar on December 23, 2009, 10:44:42 AM

HOLY MACARONI!!!!

I'm about to crap in my pants just reading that story.  Thanks for sharing.  Super spooky; especially with the proofs of the hoof prints.

Yikers!

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on December 23, 2009, 12:34:30 PM
I hate bathroom-related stories!  They're creepy as heck!

 ;D especially when the bathroom is not well-built and you can still somewhat see tot he outside.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on December 23, 2009, 12:42:53 PM
Heck, regardless of if it's well-built or not, I'm still a chicken!  I've had to go pee outside (no bathrooms) at 2 AM in Laos where it's completely dark!  Been there, done that, never want to do it again.  Even when I'm in nice bathrooms by myself, I always get creeped out because I never want to see a pair of legs sudden appear in the next stall.   :o

Haha..I'm such a chicken!  No more scary movies for me!

lol...yes you've probably seen too many horror movies. I've had my share of using the great outdoor as my bathroom in Laos, but I was never scared. I believe if it happens it happens.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on December 23, 2009, 12:51:09 PM
I usually don't have a problem with outdoor plumbing (if you can call it that), but when it's dark and there are no lights, and I have to go pee outside, yes, I do have a problem.  I'm not one to believe in if it happens, it happens because it better not happen to me!   ;D

If I were your cousin, I'd be screaming my head off already.  Or better yet, get someone to go w/me.

yup..if I was him I won't even cleanup. I just shoot out of there like there's no tomorrow.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on December 23, 2009, 01:26:39 PM
yup..if I was him I won't even cleanup. I just shoot out of there like there's no tomorrow.

But then the wife would make you go down to the river to wash off the stinkiness and leftovers before crawling back into bed, so you'd really be in trouble then!   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 01:25:07 PM
Okay ... wow!  80 stinkin pages of stories -- some stupid, but nonetheless some were freaky.

For those of you who said "spelling doesn't matter, as long as you understand the story".  Well, spelling does matter, and to a great extent for that matter.  Oh, it doesn't matter, huh?  Does a ghost "hunt" your husband or does the ghost "haunt" your husband?  Not ALL ghosts haunt only.

For the stupid stories, I usually just skim, cause I can tell garbage from the truth.  Buuuuuuuuuuuuu uuut anyway ...

1)  Using correct spelling.  Even those who can't write in Hmong, just read the other stories and sound it out.  Hmong is easy.  Either that, or just copy the Hmong spelling from another post.  It's tsog for those who keep calling "it" "fats".
2)  And using punctuation and paragraphs.  Geesh!  It's friggin hard on the eyes to read a glob of text.  I swear I read more stories when they are written in proper paragraphs rather than bunched up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 01:27:05 PM
Now, after all these freaky and some actually scary stories, I feel I am obliged to tell you all my stories.  Some are of my own experiences and some are of others, but I will tell the stories from their point of view, so it might actually sound like it's my own story.  Hopefully I won't give way too much of who I am, but ... those who know me will be able to guess who I am by my stories, because you will probably have heard a few of them before.

Oh, and these won't necessarily be in chronological order either.  It will come most likely by the order I remember them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on December 24, 2009, 01:27:27 PM
fats. tsob.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 01:28:46 PM
Sorry.  I fixed it.  It's tsog.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on December 24, 2009, 01:29:50 PM
Sorry.  I fixed it.  It's tsog.

you know what's funny. i didn't even realize you wrote it wrong. Lol. I'm one of those annoying people to you who call them fats, too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 01:30:51 PM
you know what's funny. i didn't even realize you wrote it wrong. Lol. I'm one of those annoying people to you who call them fats, too.
Hehehe... that's ok.   ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 01:57:41 PM
Anyway, here goes.

Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuag thaum ub ovvvvvvvvvvvvv vvvvvvvvvvvvvv vvvvvvvvv ... thaum qaib nqos qav es laum nqos qaib ovvvvvvvvvvvvv vvvvvvvvvvvvvv vvvvvvvvvvvvvv ... I've always wanted to say that. 

Some time, back when I first got divorced, I lived with my sister for a while before I got my situation situated.  I found this two-bedroom apartment and started moving in.  I don't feel comfortable in new places very quickly, so for about the first week or so, I slept on the sofa in the living room with the lights on.  But don't get me wrong, I never really felt anything.

Let me explain how my apartment is arranged, because some of what will be told will be easier if you know how the apartment is arranged.

(http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/2269/rioy.th.jpg) (http://img684.imageshack.us/i/rioy.jpg/)
A= living room
B= kitchen
C= master bedroom
D= second bedroom
E= bathroom
My sofa is by the east wall facing west.  My TV is on the east side of the inner wall, facing west.  On the south wall by the door is a full window, with an A/C unit at the bottom of it.

The first weekend I moved in, I was sitting on the sofa, watching TV.  I had an oscillating stand fan by the window, because it wasn't hot enough for the A/C yet.  The fan was on and it was in oscillating mode.  The window was wide open.  As I was watching TV, out of the corner of my eye, I can see a white truck drive by (the driveway was just outside my front door).  I turned my head to look to see if I knew the truck.  As I turned my head towards the window, I noticed the fan stopped oscillating -- it didn't turn off, just turned off from oscillating mode -- and pointed straight at me.  I didn't make anything of it and just went to check out the fan.  I have had this fan for a while, and it never did that before.  I just put it back in oscillating mode.

A couple days later, I had just come home from work.  I usually work swing shift, but since I was in training, I worked morning shift.  It was about 3:00PM.  I decided by turn on the stereo (I was playing a CD and put it on repeat), not full blast, but loud enough to where I can hear it from the shower.  I was planning to shower since I just came from work.  With the stereo playing loudly, I prepared and went to the shower.  The bathroom door was closed, but I can hear the stereo going.  While I was shampooing my hair, from under the sound of the shower, I noticed no more music.  I didn't think anything, but just decided to finish my shower.  When I got out, I noticed the stereo had stopped.  No more sound.  It wasn't turned off, the volume wasn't turned down -- it just stopped playing.

I decided I had enough.  I went over to my parent's apartment, but they weren't there.  One of the neighbors' daughters came and told me that my parents went to the store or something.  And then she asked me if I was their son.  I said yes. 

She said, "If we knew you were going to move into that apartment, we would have told your parents to tell you not to."

I asked why not.

She said, "Because the people who used to live there, their mom died there and they moved out without saying anything to anyone."

Later that day, I told my dad that.  He came over and did a spiritual sweep.  Usually, we do that before actually moving in.  But ever since the sweep, nothing else happened.  (or did it?)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 02:25:31 PM
Okay, same place as above.

A few weeks later, my brother started moving in with me.  At first, he would just come over to spend the nights, but later, he moved in.  (Referring to the map in my earlier post.)  He took the bedroom marked "D".  I was in the bedroom marked "C". 

I was still on training, working day shift.  My brother worked graveyard, so he comes home a couple hours after I leave for work. 

One day, he was trying to sleep and he can hear someone or something turning the door knob to the bedroom.  He sleeps with the door closed.  He would grab his 9's and it would stop.

A couple days later, he heard something loud on the rooftop, as if someone was up there.  A few minutes later, it would start pounding.  He got pi$$ed off, because he wasn't getting any sleep.  He grabbed his 9's, went out to the backyard, pointed above the roof, and yelled out loud, "Hey, f.uck muckerfuthers, I got 9's ...!!!"  He saw that there was nothing or noone up there.

He told my dad the next day.  He said, it's nothing.  It's just your dogs not knowing where to go, so they just keep coming back for help.  Previous to these things, my brother bought two pitbulls.  Someone poisoned them because he kept them in the backyard.  They were smelly, so the neighbors poisoned them and they died.  My dad said their spirits (since they were pups at the time) were lost, so they kept hanging around and bugging my brother.  My dad, then came over and gave them a proper burial and the noises stopped.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 02:39:57 PM
Okay, same place as above.  Different month, different year.

We were settled in pretty much by now.  My brother and his friends hung out at the place a lot of times, but we never really did hang out.  One of his irresponsibe friends would borrow some of my DVD's (I had a huge collection, but catalogged everything) for months on in until I started asking about it.  Then, my brother would mention it to him and he would bring it back.

It had been at least a year since the last event until my brother bought "The Exorcist" DVD.  He and his friends watched it one day.

A few days later, I came home from work (still working dayshift, but on a different training session) to find the front door open about one foot.  My brother's car was gone from the outside too.  I went in and quickly checked out things.  As I was looking around the place, however, I was also on the phone with my brother.

"Did you forget to close the door?" I asked him.

"No.  When I left, I locked the door and closed it," he said.

I looked around and found there was nothing missing except for about 7 DVD's.  I thought to myself that it was odd.  At this time, I thought that my brother's friend had borrowed it again. 

I called my brother again to ask if his friend had borrowed my DVD's.  He said no.  His friend hadn't been over lately.  I asked again, are you serious?  He said again, no.  I thought my brother was just bull$hitting me, so I said, if he borrowed it, just tell me the truth.  I won't get mad as long he returns them in a timely manner.  My brother said no, his friend didn't borrow it.

Later that day, I called my cousin's brother (I guess that would make him my cousin too).  This cousin knows how to "saib yaig".  I told him what happened and he said he would look into it for me.  A few minutes later, he called back and told me that my items weren't out of the place.  It has just been taken by someone of secondary nature.  I asked him what that meant.  He said, if I had a wife (which I didn't at the time), it would be someone like my wife.  But since I didn't have a wife, it would be someone like my brother.  I asked, what do you mean it hasn't left the place though?  He said, that secondary person put it in a place which is between the front door and the bedroom towards the side where the sun sets. 

Wait!!!  That places the DVD's .......... INSIDE the wall between the front door and MY bedroom.  Right then and there, I thought of the previous tenant's mother.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 02:48:45 PM
A long time ago when I first started dating my girlfriend (at the time; now, she's my ex-wife), they lived in these certain apartments that was known for several hauntings.  Her family lived on a top tier apartment, while one of her uncles lived underneath them.  The dude was considered hardcore at the time (ua ua laib), but had a wife and kids.

In the living room, he had a couple parakeets (noisy mofos) and a drumset.  The parakeets, sometimes would be noisy, even at night.  But in the middle of a few nights, when all was quiet, the drums would start playing.  He, being the hardcore guy that he was, would quietly whisper to his wife to go check it out.

She said, "No, I'm afraid."

He would just say, "Go.  I'll be right behind you."  (Hehehe ... some hardcore guy.  Just goes to show, even hardcore guys aren't so hardcore when it comes to the supernatural.)

She would slowly get out of bed and walk to the bedroom door.  The drumset was still playing this whole time, don't get me wrong.  She slowly opens the bedroom door and the drumset would immediately stop playing.  She saw nothing.  She would close the door and come back to bed.

A few minutes later, the drumset would start playing again.  He would tell her to go look again.  Again, the playing would stop.

A few days later, he sold the drumset and moved out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 02:58:39 PM
About that apartment where my ex-wife's uncle was living in ...

It was rumored that before they lived there, there was an older Hmong couple living there.  The lady wore a silver bracelet on her left wrist.  One day the lady started getting sick. 

Sometimes, the water in the bathtub would start running.  If nobody went to turn it off, the tub would overflow.  It would be just cold water, never warm or hot.

Sometimes, late at night, while they were sleeping, they can hear the sound of pots and pans and dishes from the kitchen.  When the old man would get up, he sees nothing and the sound would stop.

One night, it was a full moon out.  The bedroom curtain wasn't closed all the way.  The old man couldn't sleep because the moonlight was shining into the bedroom.  He went up to close the curtains, but right before he closed the curtains, he saw something outside.  He slowly peeked through the gap and saw a tiger walking outside.  He thought it was strange.  He tried to get a better look, but the tiger turned around and walked behind a big tree.

A few nights later, he decided he was going to take a better look.  Since it was a 2-bedroom apartment, he has his relatives hide in the other bedroom while he and the sick old lady slept in their room.

That night, late at night, the tiger came around again.  The relatives said the tiger was a tiger, alright.  But the left front leg (or paw), there was a silver bracelet.  From the bracelet forward, it was still a human hand.

A few weeks later, the old lady died and the tiger never came back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 03:19:42 PM
On the same row of apartments where my ex-wife's family used to live there, were their aunt and uncle.  The uncle had his mom living with them at the time too.

So anyway ... before I started dating my girlfriend at the time ...

The mother started doing weird things.  She never became sick or anything.  Sometimes, in broad daylight, she'll be sitting on her stool (khwb teeb) and she'll open her mouth and out will come her tongue.  Her tongue was so long that it will actually reach or almost reach the floor.  She'll start panting like a dog.

The aunt would yell at her, "Phee!  Koj tsis txaj muag los cas na?"  which translates to "Phee!  Aren't you embarrased?"  This was in regards to the hanging out of the tongue.  Once the aunt said that, the grandma would snap out of it and reel in her tongue again.

Every once in a while or so, the grandma would complain of pain around the area of her behind.  They would take her to the bedroom (the first few times) and check it out.  She was starting to grow a snub of a tail.  They would say, "Phee!  Koj tsis txaj muag los cas?" and spit on it.  The snub would start shrinking and go away.  The later times, they would take her to the hospital just in case.  The doctors see the snub and have no explanation.  They just tell her to take her home and do what spiritual things the Hmong can do.  The doctors were well-aware of the Hmong culture.

So one night, they decided to call up a shaman.  The shaman knew already that there was something bugging the grandma, ready to take her with it.  They did the neeb at night.  Don't ask me, but I assume because of the type of ritual they were about to do, they have to do it at night.

Anyway, almost immediately after the shaman started his trance, he grabbed for his shaman sword and started pointing around.  Everybody who was there had to move out of the way, because nobody knew when the shaman was about to strike.  He pointed around while one person (tus hwj neeb) held him at the waist for balance.  He pointed around high, low, around, and then pointed towards a corner of the living room.  Instantly, he threw the shaman sword at the corner and hit something. Blood sprayed from out of nowhere.  "It" ran on the ceiling and out the front door, leaving a blood trail gushing behind it.  The people around chased after "it" and found that the trail went up the outside wall to the roof.  They all looked up and saw nothing.  Meanwhile, inside the shaman finished his trance.

Later that night, the aunt had a dream.  "It" came as a dark figure and taunted to the aunt, "Hwb ... nej cav nim xav xav tua kuv, nej tua twb tsis tau kuv.  Kuv khiav mus nraum zoov xwb.  Nej cav ntsia ntsia kuv thaum kuv nce ru tsev lawm, kuv twb ntsia ntsia nej thiab."  That translates to "Hwv ... you guys wanted to kill me so bad, you couldn't kill me.  I ran outside only.  When you were looking at me when I ran to the rooftop, I was looking straight back at ya!"

I never did know what the outcome of the whole thing was, because my girlfriend's family moved away from the apartments.

And if you guys think those stories aren't even scary (or freaky), there's more to come.  Freakier too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on December 24, 2009, 03:48:03 PM
Okay, same place as above.  Different month, different year.

We were settled in pretty much by now.  My brother and his friends hung out at the place a lot of times, but we never really did hang out.  One of his irresponsibe friends would borrow some of my DVD's (I had a huge collection, but catalogged everything) for months on in until I started asking about it.  Then, my brother would mention it to him and he would bring it back.

It had been at least a year since the last event until my brother bought "The Exorcist" DVD.  He and his friends watched it one day.

A few days later, I came home from work (still working dayshift, but on a different training session) to find the front door open about one foot.  My brother's car was gone from the outside too.  I went in and quickly checked out things.  As I was looking around the place, however, I was also on the phone with my brother.

"Did you forget to close the door?" I asked him.

"No.  When I left, I locked the door and closed it," he said.

I looked around and found there was nothing missing except for about 7 DVD's.  I thought to myself that it was odd.  At this time, I thought that my brother's friend had borrowed it again. 

I called my brother again to ask if his friend had borrowed my DVD's.  He said no.  His friend hadn't been over lately.  I asked again, are you serious?  He said again, no.  I thought my brother was just bull$hitting me, so I said, if he borrowed it, just tell me the truth.  I won't get mad as long he returns them in a timely manner.  My brother said no, his friend didn't borrow it.

Later that day, I called my cousin's brother (I guess that would make him my cousin too).  This cousin knows how to "saib yaig".  I told him what happened and he said he would look into it for me.  A few minutes later, he called back and told me that my items weren't out of the place.  It has just been taken by someone of secondary nature.  I asked him what that meant.  He said, if I had a wife (which I didn't at the time), it would be someone like my wife.  But since I didn't have a wife, it would be someone like my brother.  I asked, what do you mean it hasn't left the place though?  He said, that secondary person put it in a place which is between the front door and the bedroom towards the side where the sun sets. 

Wait!!!  That places the DVD's .......... INSIDE the wall between the front door and MY bedroom.  Right then and there, I thought of the previous tenant's mother.

So?  Did you tear down the wall to confirm your DVD's were in there? 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 03:51:07 PM
So?  Did you tear down the wall to confirm your DVD's were in there? 
No.  I just moved out later.  My cousin said that eventually, my DVD's would come back, but it won't be soon.  He said it might take years, and sometimes it might not even come back during my stay.  So later on, I just moved.  Not because of that event, but for other reasons, we moved (like bigger place).

I just chalked it up as things to replace.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 03:51:43 PM
Later on, I had married my ex-wife at the time.  We lived in this small apartment, so we really only used it to come home to sleep and of course, to store our stuff.

Anyway, we used to visit my wife's (wife at the time, so I'll just say wife for now) grandparents.  She had an aunt (their youngest daughter) who was a few years older than my wife.  My brother and our nephew knew her too.

One day, we (the wife and I) showed up at the grandparents' house.  My brother and our nephew decided to show up too.  They were planning to spend the night at our place for the weekend.  It as getting late and we were all bored.  So the aunt says, "Hey, we can play Ouija board."  We all agree to try and turn off the TV.  No candles though, cause we're not white peeps.

With lights on and everything, only a couple persons play.  Most were still skeptical and didn't want to play.  I think at the time, it was just the aunt, her friend, and my nephew.  They started playing and were having fun.  They started asking questions of people who weren't even playing.  Eventually they got to me and asked "it" what my birthday was.  Low and behold, they got it right.  I was starting to get intrigued and asked what my driver's license number was.  "It" got it right too.  WTF!

The spirit that they talked to that night said it was a boy who had drowned when the apartment complex still had a pool.  He said he was having fun and that there were other spirits too.  It got later and they wanted to stop playing, so they told the boy that they had to go.  They all said goodbye, including the boy.  The pointer just stopped, meaning the boy left.  Everybody went home ... yada yada.

The next day, we went over again, including my brother and nephew.  All the friends wanted to play again.  The aunt whipped out the Ouija board again and called the little boy back.  They started talking and asked more about the boy.  They learned more, but this time, they learned that the other spirits the boy was talking about included good spirits and bad spirits.  He said that was one bad spirit that would bully all the other spirits though.  Nothing else eventful happened.

The third day, we all played, including me.  So this time, it was the aunt, me, my nephew, and the aunt's friend.  It may have included others too, but I forgot.  We talked to the boy at first.  He was answering and conversing with us, when all of a sudden the pointer just stopped in the middle of an answer.  A few minutes passed with no movement in the pointer at all.  Then it started moving again.

We asked if it was the little boy.  No, it said.  It was a new spirit, someone different.  We started asking who it was.  It just wouldn't tell.  Finally, we asked if it was a good or bad spirit.  It confirmed that it was a bad spirit, the spirit that the boy was talking about who bullied all the others.  And that it heard the conversation the previous night.

Well, the conversation quickly got out of hand and everybody wanted to stop.  One by one, we told it that we were going to stop and it started to let each of us quit one at a time.  I was one of the first to quit.  Finally, in the end, it was just the aunt, her friend, and my nephew.  "It" didn't want to stop because "it" said "it" liked my nephew's hair (he had naturally curly hair). 

The three kept trying to convince it to let them go.  After literally an hour or so, "it" finally let them quit.

And THAT wasn't even the freaky part.

The freaky part was this:

A few days later, we were talking about the board and told the grandparents what had happened.  The grandmother then said, "Oh, is that so?"  Then she started.

No wonder the last week or so some weird things have been happening.  She said at night when the aunt was out (the grandparents slept in one bedroom while the aunt slept in another), they could hear somebody knocking on their bedroom door.  They thought it was the aunt coming back from wherever she went and just knocking.  They would open the door and find nobody there.  That would happen almost every night.

Well, after learning about the board and what happened that night, the grandmother decided to throw the board away.  The grandmother waited until the aunt went to school, she went to the aunt's bedroom, took the board and threw it away at the dumpster.

Later that evening when the aunt's friends came over to their apartment again, the aunt went back into her room and got the board out again.  The grandmother saw the board and questioned the aunt, "Hey, did you go and take the board out from the dumpster?  I already threw it away this morning when you went to school."  The aunt replies, "No.  It was always in my closet."

The grandmother b.itched at the aunt.  The aunt finally just gave it away to one of her friends.  After that, no more knocking on the doors or weird things happening.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 24, 2009, 03:53:01 PM
I have plenty more, but y'allz will have to just excuse me until I come back from the Xmas break.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on December 25, 2009, 11:21:53 AM
creepy creepy stories
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on December 25, 2009, 11:51:55 AM
oh geesh.. about the oujia board. when i was a kid i would love to play that game. even though it wasn't the ACUTAL board it works. we were kids and we were broke so our ouji board was made out of printer paper's and cut the pointer out of card board. this game really worked and i believe in this game.. i use to play it a lot until i had this bad experince with it, ever since then i stoped. even til today, it's been years since i played it. Sometimes here and there i'll ask the sister-n-law if they want to play but no one wants to.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 25, 2009, 09:57:39 PM
Yeah ... one of my ex-co-workers, who is a really big Christian believer, did not believe in the spiritual world, until their church had to burn some Ouija boards.  He said they actually screamed (the boards, not the people) as they were getting burned.  He said you can't just throw them away.  They'll find a way to come back, whether on its own or by someone else picking it up and returning it.  So for their church, they have an annual burning of Ouija boards.  He also said the cardboard ones (ones that you buy) are bad, but not as bad as the actual fancy ones made out of wood.  He said those cause problems for the church members.

More on the Ouija boards later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 25, 2009, 11:27:54 PM
Continued from the above Ouija story with my ex-wife and aunt ...

Well, after my ex-mother-in-law heard about the Ouija board causing strange things at the grandparents' place, she told everybody to stop playing with things we don't understand.

She said recently (about a month or two before), one of her close nephews just died.  Here's what happened.

Just two months before, the siblings (both actual siblings and cousins) were playing the Ouija board.  It was mostly just the females playing, and they were all in their late teens.  Well, what do most people who play the Ouija board do?  They challenge its validity, right?  A couple of the girls asked the spirit to do something to prove it really did exist.

All of a sudden, one of the girls' eyes glowed red and her hair started standing up (yes, just like in the movies).  She asked a question in a deep and evil voice, "Do you believe me now?"  Everyone freaked out and just quit then and there.  Maybe it was a dumb thing to do.  They probably should have asked it go away first.  Anyway, the girl turned back to normal after they quit playing.  She didn't remember a thing though.

Well, or did she?

A couple days later, strange things started happening, but mostly with the girl.  Every once in a while, she would start talking in that evil voice.  The family then decided to call a shaman.  They did a few things to separate the spirit from the girl, which seemed to work.  She never did get possessed again.

However, later on, they realized that the spirit had gone and possessed one of the other people who were part of the Ouija board playing.  It was a relative, but this time it was a guy.  He didn't have the glowing red eyes nor the deep evil voice.  He did however keep himself secluded for long periods of time and self-inflict scars on his arms.

The guy would keep up this behavior for the next month without the rest of the family really knowing besides seeing the "unexplained" cuts on his arms.  One day though, when one of the relatives had a Hmong party ("ua noj"), the rest of the relatives noticed something different about him.  They asked him what's wrong.  He told them he doesn't know, but he said there are periods of time when he could see that he wasn't really himself.  He said sometimes he'll go into his room and don't remember a damn thing.  He would find himself with scratches on his arms.

For one reason or another, one of the relatives put two and two together and figured it may have been related to the Ouija board.  The family finally decided to call up a shaman and try to separate the spirit from the guy.  The problem was, they didn't do it quick enough.

I believe it may have been just a few days before they were going to have the shaman come over.  They went to a close cousin's house.  The first thing the guy did was go into his cousin's bedroom and close the door.  The cousin wasn't there at that time though.  The family were all in the living room and didn't really notice that he went into the bedroom and closed the door.  A few minutes passed and BANG!  They heard a gunshot from the bedroom.

They all ran to the bedroom and opened the door.  The guy had put a gun to his chin and blew his head off.  He left a note saying he did not want to be tortured anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 12:20:28 AM
SCARY! Dude, where are you from? Or... why are you so infested with ghosts?
I don't want to give away my identity, so I won't tell you where I'm from, but I will say I'm from California.  To answer your second question though, it's just that I probably lived in an area that was infested with spirits.  I am probably also older too and have had more experiences than most.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 12:21:04 AM
A couple years later after the Ouija incident, my wife (at the time) was about 4 months pregnant with our first son.  I had started working for our landlord as a maintenance person at the time.  We were to move into this small 24-unit apartment complex and I was to be the manager there.

Because of school and work, we couldn't move in during the day.  So for those reasons, whenever we moved, we would always seem to be moving at night.  

Well, one night my wife and I moved in with the help of her younger sisters.  My electricity was turned on at the outside breaker, but not turned on at the inside breakers yet.  

The apartment was laid out as shown:
(http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/3378/apartlayout.jpg)
A= bathroom
B= bedroom
C= living room

The first order of business to get some lights.  I went into the apartment, which was on the second floor, with a flashlight.  The circuit breakers are on the bedroom wall at the double-line (where the curved red line ends).  I turned on the main breaker and turn on all the lights in the apartment.  There are two windows -- one at the start of the curved redline (end with no arrow) and one at the end of the straight red line (end with the arrow).  The windows both have security bars on the outside even though it is on the second level.

Anyway, we move in that night and sleep there the first night.  Using the restroom, however, I would notice that there exists the smell of cigarette smoke in it.  Neither of us smoke, so I figured the smell came from the tenants below who probably smoked in the bathroom.

The first night went uneventful.  The second night was different.  My wife was sitting on the sofa (close to where the "C" is marked) and watching TV.  The TV is about where the front door is, but halfway to the bedroom "B".  I went into the bedroom and changed for a shower.  I went into the bathroom and started to shower.  I am never comfortable in a new place until about a week or so later.  So I went into the shower with the restroom door open.

As I am shampooing my hair, my wife calls out my name to me.  I answer by saying, "What?"  She didn't say anything else, and neither did I.  After I finished showering, I came out to confront her.  I was already kinda mad because she called out to me and then didn't say anything else.  I asked her why she did that.  She just said, "Oh, it's nothing."  It wasn't like her to do that, so I kept pressing her.  At first, she said again, "I said, it's nothing."

I kept pressing her.  I showed her that I was annoyed by her doing calling out to me and then not saying anything important.  Then she said, "I think we should go sleep at mom's."  I didn't think anything, but we just grabbed our blankets and pillows and left.

On the drive over to the in-law's, I asked her again why she did that.  I told her that I wanted her to know that it wasn't like her to do that.  She had never done anything like that before.

She finally told me what she experienced.  She said while she was watching TV, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a white figure going from the bathroom "A" into the bedroom "B".  She said she thought it was me, but wasn't sure.  That's why she called to me.  When I answered from the bathroom, she knew it wasn't me, but she didn't want to startle me, so she didn't tell me.

That night we spent the night at the in-law's.  The next day, after school and work, we came back with a whole bunch of us to pick up a change of clothes.  Oh the way in, I saw something strange.  My mini-stereo (at the time) had a built-in alarm which turns on the radio or tape or CD when the it was time.  However, there was an LED display that read "WAKE UP" which would light up if you had the alarm set.  Anyway, on the way in, I saw that light blinking.  It normally only blinks while the alarm is activated (meaning it was the time that the alarm was set).  In this case, the alarm wasn't on.  I just found it strange.

Anyway, what we found that day was very very strange.  When we went to pick up some change of clothes, we found an oily trail of footprints.  The footprints started from the curved red line and ended at the breaker box.  Then they continued at the straight red line from the wall to the other window.  It was almost as if whatever it was, walked straight into the wall and out the other side.  Also, my hypothesis was that whomever it was hid something in that breaker box and died before they can take it out.  When I went to mess with it the first night, it probably thought I took it out and it came back to check to see if it was there.

By the way, the foot prints were huge ... shoe prints, actually.  They were larger than my nephew's shoes, and he wore a size 11.  The prints also, were as if someone had stepped into an oily and old parking spot and then walked on the carpet.

I told my landlord about it and that very Friday night, we moved out, but it didn't end there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 12:44:53 AM
That Friday evening, I had my brother and nephew come over and help me move.  It was the 3 of us, and I brought my mother-in-law to watch the van. 

The next diagram shows the way the complex is set up.
(http://img697.imageshack.us/img697/2316/complexlayout.jpg)
The complex is set up in two parallel rows (an upper and a lower, in the picture) overlooking a courtyard area.  The apartment rows are two levels, with stairs going up on the internal corners, above and below the "A".  The area left of the "A" actually just an attachment of the upper level apartments.  I believe it is just a storage, and it forms a corridor on the lower level out into the street on the left side (of the map).  Out van was parked in the spot at "B" with my MIL in it watching it.  The apartment is on the second level, in the upper-left corner of the picture.  The stairs on that corner go up pretty close to my front door.  I left the outside light on at the front door and it pretty much illuminates most of the courtyard.  Other than that, everything else is dark including the corridor.  There is a light out on the street side beyond the corridor though so the street is pretty lit up.

My nephew, my brother, and I moved all out stuff down to the van.  Since we were all pretty spooked and needed to urinate, we decided to go urinate in the corridor towards the street.  It would be dark, we would all be close together and it wouldn't be in the apartment.

We all went into the corridor on the lower level at the same time.  I believe my brother was on the left (if you were looking at the corridor at "A" from my MIL's location at "B"), I was in the middle, and my nephew was on the right side.  We finished our business and they waited for me in the courtyard while I went back up to lock up.

As I started up the stairs, I saw a shadow cast on the wall as if someone was running in the direction of "B" on the upper level.  I looked up and saw nothing, so I just hurried up and locked the apartment.

The next day, an uncle on my wife's side (a couple uncles and I worked for the landlord) and I went back to the apartment to get the refrigerator.  It had a newer refrigerator and I wanted to take it for my new apartment.  This time, we went in the daytime and we took his truck.

After moving the refrigerator to his truck, we decided to go pee.  Hehe ... what's the thing with all this peeing?  Since it was daytime, we decided to use the bathroom in the apartment.  Because of the things going on, I used the bathroom with the door open while the uncle stayed in area just outside of the bedroom door.  I finished and he had to use the bathroom too.  Being that he wanted a little privacy, he closed the door halfway.  I waited for him in the bedroom.

We finished our business, locked up, and got on the road.  As soon as we were a couple of blocks away, he turned to me and asked me if while he was peeing, did I tap on his shoulder?  Whoa!  I'm like no.  I was waiting for you in the bedroom.  He said he felt someone tap on his shoulder while he was doing his business.  He didn't turn around though.

A couple days later while my MIL and I were left alone at their house (don't remember where everybody else was; maybe bedroom and outside), she told me, "Remember that time when you guys were moving and you guys decided to go take a piss in that dark corridor?"  I nodded.  She said, "I saw four of you guys taking a piss."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 12:46:07 AM
Man!  I can just go on and on ... if you guys don't tired of my stories ... or more like experiences.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 12:51:06 AM
Speaking of my in-laws (at the time), they had just bought a brand new house.  At the time, they had a young son, who was just under a year old.  Whenever they went to bed, he would point at the closet.  When they would ask him what it is, he would say "mao" (noise how kids imitate a tiger).

Whenever they would play hide-and-seek, that kid would never go into that closet.  He would hide everywhere else, including that bedroom and even under the bed, but never the closet.  He wouldn't sleep on the side closest to the closet either.

Years later (more like just a couple years ago), the kids would see a small girl (about 4 or 5 years of age) running around the outside and inside.  They would check it out and there would be nobody like that description.

My kids would see that girl too when they go visit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 01:02:08 AM
Speaking of closets ...

There once was a time when I was single.  My sister, my brother, and two cousins lived with my parents in a 3-bedroom apartment.  I was away at college.  My brother and cousins shared one room, my parents took one room, and my sister had a room all to herself.  The apartment was on the upper level and behind it was a big field where some teenage guys would hang out late at night.

In my sister's room, she had a whole lot of stuffed animals.  She would sit them all nicely in a corner.  Her bed was away from the closet.

Anyway, one day she got married.  After the wedding, she took all her stuff and her stuffed animals.  I had come home because of the wedding, so the older of my cousins decided to give me some room and went to sleep in my sister's old bed.  That night about 1 hour after everybody went to bed, we heard loud footsteps running from the room into the living room.  We didn't think anything so nobody got up to see what's up.

The next day, the other cousin asked him, "Was that you running into the living room?"

He answered yes.  He said, as he was laying there, he can the bed move as if someone stepped on the bed and was walking up towards the pillow.  He got spooked and ran out to sleep on the sofa.

The next day when my sister came back to pick up the rest of her stuff, we told her about it.  She said that never happened to her, but she did notice that the closet door would be opened about 1 inch every morning even if she closed it all the way the night before.

My sister told some of her guy friends.  Some of the friends' friends hang out late at night in the field behind the apartments.  They told her that sometimes late at night, they would see an old man with long gray hair, mustache, and beard (like a kung fu movie master) looking out the window from my sister's room.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 01:03:21 AM
U scare the beejeez out of me.
Can't help it.  These things scare me too.  But the thing is, these are things that happened to me or someone close to me, so hope you enjoy the stories.  True stories, of course.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 26, 2009, 01:13:08 AM
I've always been told that baby ghosts are the scariest.  I've never been haunted by a baby and I hope I don't ever, nor do I wish upon it to anybody I know.

It did happen to one of my cousins though.  Not exactly a haunting, but close.  This happened in Laos.

My cousin's older brother wanted to go court girls in a different village one night, but he didn't want to go alone.  So he took his younger brother.  The villages are separated by several mountains and canyons, and these mountains contained forests.  As with most trails back in the old country, the trail that connected the two villages went past a cemetary where they buried infants.  For some reason that I don't know yet, Hmong didn't bury their infants with elders.

Anyway, the two brothers went out that night to the neighboring village.  The younger brother didn't know how to talk to girls at the time, so he was there just to accompany the older brother.  It was late at night by the time the brothers were coming back.  As they came past the infant cemetary though, they heard a baby's cry.  The older brother hurried the younger brother saying, "Hurry.  We don't want that thing to get to us."

They started running, but because the older brother was bigger too, he ran faster and started to lose the younger brother.  (This story was told to me by the younger brother.)  At first, the baby's cry was far away.  The further they ran though, the closer they can tell the baby came.  When they reached a mountain peak, they can tell the baby's cry was from the canyon.  When they reached the next canyon, the baby's cry had already past the mountain peak where they were at.  They ran with all their might trying to stay as quiet as possible too to avoid the baby ghost knowing their position.  But it got closer and closer. 

Luckily for them, though, the villages weren't separated very far.  They finally reached their village.  As soon as they entered the village (their village was larger and some people were still up), the baby's cry stopped.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on December 27, 2009, 06:11:38 PM
oh geesh.. your stories are great. keep them coming if you have more..

so, why did the baby stoped crying?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 27, 2009, 11:51:05 PM
oh geesh.. your stories are great. keep them coming if you have more..

so, why did the baby stoped crying?
Thanks.  Glad you enjoyed them.

I'm not sure why the baby stopped crying.  My cousin didn't say.  Usually, the elders say the baby only stops chasing if it found a "mother".  They say if one ever catches up to you, just knot your shirt up and say "nipple here," and take your shirt off, throw it on the ground, and run like hell.  The baby ghost will suck on the knot thinking it's a mother's nipple.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 27, 2009, 11:52:44 PM
I love reading ghost stories.  The first few readings, I ended up sleeping with the lights on.  Please keep them coming.   :)

Thanks.  Glad you enjoyed them and spooked you too.  I still get the goosebumps whenever I tell them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: booboo on December 28, 2009, 12:32:55 AM
oh geesh love the stories.. its scaring me but i can't help myself from reading it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on December 28, 2009, 09:53:41 AM
Thanks for the stories Lady-K-Tushlub!  I'm scared shitless and my hubby and daughter is right next to me.  Keep the stories coming it's been awhile since I've read any good ones! :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 10:56:11 AM
Thanks for the stories Lady-K-Tushlub!  I'm scared shitless and my hubby and daughter is right next to me.  Keep the stories coming it's been awhile since I've read any good ones! :)

Thanks, SHER.  I have plenty more.  Just a little bit too busy right now to tell it.  I'll try to get back on it as soon as I can though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 01:50:09 PM
Can't everyone just get along and share their stories?  This is the HMONG GHOST STORIES thread!!  Geez....leave your immaturity out of this.  Let me enjoy the stories please.   >:(
I'll get another one up this afternoon.  Usually, it just takes one to get me rolling... then I can't stop typing after that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 28, 2009, 02:08:56 PM
part I

Let me share one I heard while helping out at a local funeral home (mature activity) from people. Two teenage boys from California drove up to Minnesota to see this one girl that one of the boy met online. When they arrive at the address giving by her, the boys where inside a cemetery. The second boy said "dude, this is freaky. lets go back". The first boy said "what are you talking about, this is nice neighborhood". The thing was that for some reason the boy who has been talking to the girl online sees the cemetery as a big nice rich Minnesota neighborhood but the boy who's just tagging along see a big field of tombstones.

The first boy parked the car and got out, the second boy yelled at him "what are you doing?, come back inside the car dude". But the first boy just kept walking trying to find the house. The second boy had no other option at this point so he follow his buddy outside. The boys standing in front of a large tomb with a beautiful Hmong girl's picture on it, her name, and the date.

The first boy said "wow, this is it. her family must be millionaires" the second boy got really scare and suggested that they head back to their vehicle but was rejected "why are you so shy dude, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend" said the first boy. Than he lean over and knock on the tombstone, the girl appear from behind it and greet them. The second boy pissing himself. She was pretty, prettier than her picture "come on inside guys" she said. The first boy step forward but the second boy froze in his track, he didn't know what to said or what to do because it seems his friend don't see what he's seeing.

He manage to speak a little "I'll wait in the car", "are you sure man?" asked the first boy. The second boy can't believed he just left his friend went with that thing.

. . . finish it later in part II
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: THE DIVINE CONDOR on December 28, 2009, 02:15:23 PM
I'll share a few...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 04:53:37 PM
Okay, I'm back ... for those who enjoyed my stories.  One more about my cousin, then I'll go back to my own experiences.  This one is about my cousin's experience, so I'll tell it from his point of view -- references to "I" and "me" are actually referring to his experience.

It was the summer of 1987 or 1986.  My cousin's family had just moved to California for only a couple of months now.  His family had gone back to Oregon for the strawberry season.  If you were around during that time period, you would know what I am talking about.

Anyway, my cousin was the only one who stayed in the apartment for the summer.  One evening, he called me to go over and keep him company for the night.  He came over and picked me up. 

That night, before going to bed, I went to take a shower.  He was in the living room.  To get to the bathroom, you have to go through the bedroom.  It was a one-bedroom apartment, the type that had the bathroom built inside the bedroom. 

Anyway, I went into the bathroom and started my shower.  I started to shampoo my hair, with my eyes closed, of course.  As I was lathering the shampoo into my hair, I felt someone's hand touch my chest.  I opened to look, but the shampoo went into my eyes and started to sting them, so I quickly closed them.  I quickly rinsed my hair, thinking that I was sure I locked the door.  After rinsing my hair, I got out of the shower to make sure the bathroom door was locked.  It was!

I forgot about the rest of the shower and just dried myself and came out.  My cousin was still in the living room watching TV.  I asked him if he came in the bathroom.  He said no.  He was watching TV the whole time.  I told him what happened, so we just took off and went to sleep at my house.

The next night, I told him I didn't want to come back.  He came back by himself though.  At first, he tried to spend the night in the bed.  That was when "it" came and "sat" on him.  He saw it as a dark figure.  He couldn't move at first, so he started to fight it.  Eventually, he got free and went outside to his car.  He went in the back seat and layed down to sleep.  As he was starting to get sleepy though, he can see a dark shadow come to the side window at his feet.  He fell asleep after that. 

That night, he had a dream.  He dreamed that there was a blonde American teenage girl came to him.  She told him, "No matter where you go, how far you run, I'm going to chase you until I get you.  I followed you from (blah blah city), Oregon."

The next couple of days, he called his family and they came back to move.  They moved without saying anything about moving.  When you have something like this chasing you, you're supposed to just say that you are going out for the moment and will be back later -- never about moving.  It will follow you if you say you're moving.

After they moved, it disappeared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 05:53:59 PM
You know how people who get "sat on" (tsog tsuam) usually only see a dark figure?  Well, not so recently, a friend of my brother's saw one.

One weekend about a year ago, my brother's Cambodian friend came over and spent the night on the sofa.  That time, he got sat on.  When he woke up, he fought it.  He can see a dark figure on top of him only.  He fought it and it went away.  He got up in the middle of the night and took off.

The next weekend, a friend of ours (both my brother's and mine) came over.  That night, he spent the night on the sofa in the den.  He got sat on, but when he fought it, he couldn't see anything.

The very next day, he was still there.  In that evening, we were watching TV.  The friend was on the far right.  

Out of the blue, he asked me, "Whoa!  Did you see that?"  

I asked him, "See what?"  I thought he was talking about something on TV.

He said, I saw a person walk from the hallway and quickly out the door.  He pointed to the sliding glass door which led to the backyard.  I told him I didn't see it.

That night, he slept on the sofa with my baseball bat by his side.  Nothing happened.

The following weekend, both friends spent the night there.  This time, the Cambodian friend came over.  The other friend was still here from the week before.  Both of them spent the night on the sofas in the living room.  Only the Cambodian friend got sat on though.

From what he told us, he got sat on and couldn't move.  He didn't see anything on top of him, but he can the one standing besides him.  It was a figure in blue jeans and a white t-shirt.  He couldn't make out the face -- just a dark head.  He freaked out and started to fight.  Just then, the other friend turned in his sleep and coughed.  The thing let go, and he can move.  This happened while the other friend slept the whole time.

My brother talked to my dad.  My dad said that whatever it was must have been picked up from one of them.  It didn't seem to bother the rest of us though.

We then moved to the place where I am today.  Thankfully, nothing has happened.  *knock on wood*
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 05:55:06 PM
Dude, Lady k you're always moving! or ppl u know r always in new complexes. AND it seems as though you're always seeing ghosts. wow.
Hehehe ....  Well, keep in mind that this was over a period of a long time, like almost 20 years.  But yeah ... do I freak you out by the number of things I've experienced?

One of the most common times to see ghosts is when first moving into a new place, especially if you don't do or forgot to do a spiritual sweeping before moving in.  Back then, I didn't know about the sweeping.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 06:24:29 PM
A few years back when I used to fish a lot, we used to drive all over the place fishing.  One night, we decided to go fishing at a place where they (my gf and her siblings) used to go.  The last time they had been there was more than 5 years ago.

This place was nicknamed, "The Island".  It wasn't really an island, but more like small land peninsulas that stuck out into the river.  Just behind the peninsulas, there were thick brush and trees (away from the river).  My brother, my gf's brother, my gf, and I went.  By the time we arrived, it was about 9PM.  It was during the summer, so the sun had just gone down.  We were going to fish for catfish, that's why we were there that late and planned to stay the whole night.

After stringing up and casting the first cast, my brother and I decided to go looking for firewood.  We went together at first, but split up about 20 feet apart to find wood.  We went into the trees nearby to find wood.  We each came back with some wood and started a fire.

By this time, it was dark already, so we fired up the lantern.  Luckily, we had a propane lantern and not a kerosene lantern.  Those who camp and hunt know what I'm talking about.  And since it was dark, I pulled out my 9mm handgun and holstered it.

I don't like talking loud at night because I like to keep my ears open and listen for strange noises.  My gf, on the other hand, likes to yap away.  Hehe.  Well, a couple hours had gone by.  We started to hear wolves howl in the far far distant.  The wind started to kick up.  Now that I think about it, it was strange that the wind did pick up.

I decided to rebait my hook, so I reeled mine in.  I was standing up facing the fire with my back towards the river.  My gf was sitting down facing me with her back to the fire.  She was talking as usual.  My brother and my gf's brother were both on the other side of the fire away from the river watching their poles. 

As I started to put bait onto my hook, I could see both my brother and my gf's brother turn their heads toward the trees behind them and shine their flashlights at the trees.  I instantly dropped my bait and hook and unholstered my 9mm and pointed it to the trees.  My gun is always loaded and on safe when I'm fishing.  California Penal Code allows for a loaded weapon during the act of fishing.  My girlfriend was still yapping.  I told her "shhhh!"

We were listening and looking for movement.  The trees were moving from the wind though.  After a couple minutes of looking, my brother started reeling his pole in
while we kept an eye out.  The my gf and her brother reeled theirs in.  Mine was already out.  We just packed up and started moving out.  The worst part though was, the trail to get back to the car went right and through the trees. 

My gf's brother had the lantern and was in the front.  My brother and gf were in front of me.  Since I was the one with the gun, I took the rear.  Boy!  I'll tell you what though, my rear end was real light that night.  I kept looking back too, and with pole in one hand and gun in the other, the only light I had was from my headlight lamp, which wasn't all that bright.  I knew I should have changed the batteries!

We made it to the car uneventful though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 06:37:01 PM
This one is from one of my gf's brother's friends, so I'll tell it from his point of view.

It was shad season and the river was low.  It was about 3PM in the afternoon by the time I got to the river.  There was an American guy in waders about 100 feet to my right and about 30 feet the river.  He was in waist deep, which shows how low the river was.

The guy turned around and waved to me.  I waved back.  I was going to cast my line, but decided to walk out maybe 10 feet into the river before doing so.  As I stepped into the water, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come up behind me.  I thought it was another fisherman, so I turned around to say hi.  But it wasn't another person that I saw.  What I saw was a short, white person with a dirty body; it looked as if someone had smeared chocolate all over his body.

I freaked out and nearly shat in my pants.  It didn't see me though (for some reason), and just kept walking along the shore.  I threw my gear down in the water and started running towards the direction of the American guy (you know, to get away from the white person).  When the American guy heard me splashing water, he turned around and nearly shat his pants too.  He started panicking towards shore.  All that happened in a matter of seconds, but seemed like an eternity.

I ran all the way to my car and drove home.  When I got home though, I thought about my gear.  Crap!  My pole is a $300 pole and the reel was a $200 reel.  I called up my cousin to see if he wanted to go back with me to go and retrieve my gear.  But the chicken didn't wanna go.


Since this was an experience of a friend of a friend, I never did know if the guy was able to retrieve his $500 piece of equipment.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on December 28, 2009, 07:03:22 PM
wow.. lady-k... u got some real good stories!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 28, 2009, 08:07:00 PM
wow.. lady-k... u got some real good stories!
Thanks!  Glad you enjoyed them.  More to come.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LoneStar on December 28, 2009, 08:32:47 PM

Yikers!!

I will not be reading anymore of these stories.  I'm such a chicken poop that I've had to sleep with the lights on for the past 3 nights!!   :D

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: THE DIVINE CONDOR on December 28, 2009, 09:03:21 PM
It was a late afternoon, when he struck the rhythm of the funeral drum song at a drum-making ceremony out in the woods of a small little farm town in Michigan.  He had heard the rhythm calling out to him... he was curious... but in doing so, it would be a decision he would regret for the next eight years of his life.

After he was scolded by an uncle, he was frightened and kept saying to himself, "Oh sh!t, I think I just offended some spirits."  A few evenings later, he couldn't sleep.  He kept periodically waking up in the middle of the night.  Then, on the third night, he heard footsteps creeping up the hall.  The stairs consisted of two flights.  He could hear each footstep climb each stair one by one.  It was loud enough, at least he thought it was loud enough, that he could tell that someone was making their way up the stairs.  As each step became louder, he could hear the footsteps stop at the top of the staircase.  For a silent moment, he held his breath... his heart began to race to the point where he could feel it wanting to jump out of his chest.  Frightened, he turned from his backside and laid on his stomach all the while pulling the comforter over his head.

Meanwhile, the footsteps came closer and closer.  "Who or what could it be?" he thought.  Just then, he heard the footsteps creaking outside his door; he closed his eyes and clenched his fists.  At this point, he was very frightened and didn`t know what to do but lay there.  He began to hear a fain ringing noise similar to a fusion of a bell and tuning fork approaching him.  Suddenly, he felt the noise buzzing through his ear and he felt something heavy jump onto his back.  He could not move.  He could not speak.  He could not shout.  It felt as if he were in that position for an indefinite period of time.  To make things worse, it felt as if something big had smothered him.  Soon, he took a breath and could breath again... the paralysis lifted and for a moment, he had two feelings running through him... one of relief and the other of fright.  He dared not lift the cover off his head as he convulsed in panicked state of mode.  He reached out to his alarm clock and pulled it underneath the blanket; the clock read 2:39 A.M.

That was only the beginning...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: passingby#2 on December 28, 2009, 10:32:06 PM
My father told us about a spooky incident that happened to hi when he served in the military back in Laos. They were being mortared by the NVAs (North Vietnamese Army) and so they ran back to a better defensible area. It was already dark when they are started to dig their foxholes and took turn guarding in case the NVAs followed them. After his guard hours were up, we immediately went to sleep. During his sleep, he kept having this reoccurring nightmare. In the nightmare, he was stuck in between two houses, there was an old man in the left house and an old lady in the right house. They kept yelling and cursing for him to leave because they didn't want any visitors. They didn't physically harmed him but they looked threatening. When he woke up in the early morning and there was enough sunlight to see all around....to his horror, he found out that he actually dug his foxhole right in between two graves! (In Laos & Thailand, Hmong tend to cover the dead with a mounds of dirt covered by stones or logs. After a while, vegetations grow on it and in the dark it's hard to see if it's man made or not).

Hey I heard this one before too!!!  Told to us by a relative of ours!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: passingby#2 on December 28, 2009, 10:32:40 PM
I love these keep them coming!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: THE DIVINE CONDOR on December 29, 2009, 12:49:59 AM
When he heard the foot steps, why didn't he get up and turn on the light or wake someone up? 

That person was too frightened, too shocked, and he was thinking, "WTF just happened?  Am I dreaming?  Is this for real?"

Like I stated earlier, it was only the beginning and he didn't know it was going to get even worse... I'll write more later.   

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 29, 2009, 05:24:27 PM
More fishing stories ...

The first one is from my brother.

One late evening, my brother and our nephew went fishing.  It was already about 9 or 10PM by the time they arrived.  The shore was very rocky, with large granite-type rocks, about the size of a person's head.  They had a lantern with them and had it burning.  There was a light wind, but nothing enough to blow out a lantern.

The area had an old campfire close to the spot.  Nobody had been there previously, so it was out and cold.  They set their stuff down and started to fish.

Not long into their outing though, their lantern started to flicker and dim.  Within a couple minutes, their lantern died.  They didn't think anything of it but they did remember that the propane bottle was a new one.  They just thought maybe it was just a defective bottle, so they continued to watch their poles in the dark.

A few minutes past and they started to smell cigarette smoke.  My brother smokes, but he wasn't smoking at the time.  They looked around and didn't see the red glow from a cigarette.  My brother started to feel around on the ground for a smaller rock.  He wanted to throw it in the direction of the wind to see if he hit anything.  Instead of finding a rock, he felt some fresh sardines (the usual bait) in a spot where he knew didn't have any sardines earlier. 

They started getting chills.  They started whispering to each other.  Then the cigarette smoke got stronger.

My brother said loudly, "Hey, gimme that gun!" to the nephew, hoping that whatever or whomever it was that was with them would hear them.  The cigarette smell got even stronger.

They just packed up and left.  While they were packing up though, they noticed the campfire, which was cold earlier, had a nice warmth to it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 29, 2009, 05:40:36 PM
Another fishing story ...

This one happened to my gf's brothers and friends.

Quite a few years ago, there were 7 guys who went fishing.  Four were older, and the other three were younger, but they were all in their teens.  The two youngest just went for the enjoyment and didn't fish.

They all went to a creek where it was secluded.  They set their stuff down and started fishing.  It was early in the afternoon, so the sun was till pretty high up.  The younger three started to walk around.  There were some large metal corrugated pipes that went from the farm behind them, through the level, then out the side of the river, and down into the water.  The three started to throw rocks at the pipe, making all sorts of loud bangs.

The older four guys started to yell at the three to stop messing around.  The oldest of the three came back and started to fish.  The younger two stopped also, but every once in a while would throw a rock at the pipe again.

Finally, one of the older guys got so annoyed that he told them to cut it out.  Just come to the rest of the guys and sit.  They did.  But ... as we know with most kids their age, they started to wander off again.  They didn't go very far, but went closer to shore.  They started to skip rocks across the creek.

One of the older guys said, "You guys can't sit down, can you?  Stop that!  You guys are making it so the fish are scared and won't bite our bait."

The guys stopped ... for a couple of minutes, and then started skipping rocks again.  A few minutes went by, and then it happened.  There was a big splash on the other side of the creek (no more than 30 feet away), as if someone dropped a 50-ton boulder from the sky.

The older guys said, "See?  We told you to stop (m)ucking around," and started to reel in his line.  The guys packed up and got the hell outta dodge.

----------------------------------------

That is why when you go out into the wild, you should never mess around like that.  Never make too much noise and never throw rocks into the river.  You'll never know what you annoy.  In this case, they were probably annoying a "zaj", but because they didn't do anything wrong and it didn't have any bad intentions, all it did was just scare them enough to cut their $hit out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 29, 2009, 05:53:00 PM
This one happened to my nephew's brothers-in-law.

About a year ago, three brothers went fishing at a reservoir.  From the parking lot, the hike down to the river is a good quarter-mile or so, going down a steep hill.  Because the reservoir is in the mountains, the water is never calm.  There are always waves and for some reason, for as big as a reservoir as it was, there never seemed to be any boats out on the water.

Anyway, after a long day of fishing, the brothers started to head back to the parking lot.  The oldest brother was hiking up the hill, with the second brother following, and the youngest brother following closely behind.  The sun was about 30 minutes from setting, so it was still light, but starting to get dark. 

It is rumored that from the trail going back up to the parking lot, if you look towards the right side, you can make out a cave on the hills across the water.  The cave is maybe about 300 feet away.  Well, as the three brothers were about halfway up the hill, the younger brother and middle brother were conversating while the eldest was still about 5 feet ahead of them.  The youngest and middle brothers were walking almost side-by-side by this point, with the youngest walking to the left of the middle brother.

The youngest brother kept looking at the middle brother (to the youngest brother's right).  Well, it just so happens that towards the right (or in the direction of the youngest brother's sight) was the cave.  As they were talking, the younger brother's eyes fixated on the cave.  The middle brother must have seen the younger brother's eyes and turned to look towards the cave too.

What they saw scared them and caused them to run up to the eldest brother.  The eldest brother didn't see anything though.  He was too busy making pace in front.  The youngest brother said he saw a hand waving to him, motioning to go to it, as if waving "come here."  He didn't make out a body or face at all -- he said the cave looked dark inside.  All he saw was just a white hand waving.  The middle brother saw the same thing too.

The oldest brother just stated that they should get going.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on December 29, 2009, 06:23:23 PM
Okay... so this is freaking scary and it still freaks me out sometimes...

When I was in my high school years, I had this friend, who was a lesbian and at that time it wasn't really widely as accepted as it is today.  Anyhow... she was in love with her girlfriend and they wanted to get married, but of course both families refused. So they decided to tie eachother up and jump into the dam, I believe it's called "Shaver Lake"or something. The night that they killed themselves, I felt a cold chill down my back and the hair on my hair and arms were standing up. I felt weird that night, but I couldn’t understand why. I asked my family and everyone was like, “No, we’re okay it’s not cold in hereâ€Â. So I brushed it off and made nothing more of it, but the next morning while I was getting ready for school, I saw that on the news they’ve found 2 bodies at the dam and it was 2 Asian girls and they gave a slight description of them. When I heard it on the new, it caught my attention when they mentioned her belt and I knew that it was them. I had this cold feeling that it was them. After it was confirmed that it was them everything started…

The First Incident…
My mom was asking me about it and I told her that I knew the girl I mentioned her name and we had a little discussion about it. Well, where my room is, there’s this really big pine tree and we’ve lived in our house for 4 years and nothing has ever happened, but that night I heard something on the roof and it freaked me out. I couldn’t sleep so the next morning when I looked outside I saw that a really big branch from the tree broke off. A few nights after that everything went well and nothing weird happened, then I mentioned her name again to my cousin and that very night another branch broke off and hit my roof again.

The Second Incident
After the 4x that it happened, I started to get scared so traded rooms with my sister and in this room had a sliding door to the back yard. Everything was fine at first then like 3 days after I moved into that room, I hear a cat meowing at my window. The next night, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I went outside and made a lot of commotions like slamming things, pounding on the fence, and throwing soda cans, but the cat kept meowing. The 5th night, I hear a voice calling for my name… so I went out side and nothing thinking... (I thought it was one of my friends) I asked who in the “HELL†is calling for me this late at night. I know, my mom has always told me that you don’t answer to anything unless you see someone where or know who’s calling you. As soon as I answered, everything was silent and the next night nothing happened, but the nightmares started. I kept having repeated dreams of a fish-like scaly person chasing after me and always almost getting me. I began to get really sick and as the Hmong’s call it, yellow ears.

The end
I finally told my parents what has happened and it’s because we promised to always be the best of friends and we’ll stick together to the end, no matter what. Even in life or death. Look I was young, I didn’t believe in what my parents has ever said until this happened to me. My parents instantly got a Shaman to come over and killed a pig for me. While doing what she does as a Shaman I notice that each time she kept screaming louder and louder. It didn’t seem too good and I knew too because it lasted for a very very long time. I didn’t know anything, but after she was done, she told my dad that there was nothing else that she can do because the spirits were too strong and she can’t do anything else for me, unless she changed my named. Since the name change everything has been calm and my dreams and nightmares went away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 29, 2009, 06:32:13 PM
These stories got me thinking about things that could have happened to me, but didn't ... thankfully.

A while back before I married my ex-wife, but after they moved away from the haunted apartments I told about in the earlier stories ...

My cousin and I came to see our girlfriends.  I would drop him off, then drive to see my girlfriend.  When it was late, I would come back to pick him up.  If he wasn't ready, I would wait for him in the car.

Anyway, his girlfriend lived in an apartment complex.  There is a chain-link fence with those privacy inserts in them.  The inserts are those plastic strips that they insert into the fence to semi-block people from looking in.  The chain-link fence separates the complex's parking lot from a field.  The field is an uncared-for field of yellow grass that is as tall as an adult's waist.  In the parking though, is a big dumpster.

Whenever I would come to wait for my cousin, I would back into the parking stall next to the dumpster and sleep.  The dumpster would cast its shadow and provide me a good, dark spot to wait for him.  The only thing is, the field was behind me, behind the fence.  I didn't think too much of it, but all the rear-view mirrors were pointed that way too.

Later, after he and married his girlfriend and I had married mine, the stories of the field then made their way to us.  There have been countless times, in broad daylight, with the kids playing outside in the parking lot, that they would see several all-white figures running around in the field playing too.

Man!  Just thinking about it and how I used to sleep in the car waiting for my cousin just gives me the chills.  There were lots of cats too.  And thinking about how the Hmong people say that poj ntxoog's turn into yellowish (or blonde) cats when they can be seen, it just spooks me more.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 29, 2009, 06:39:47 PM
Okay... so this is freaking scary and it still freaks me out sometimes...

.... [excerpted]

Since the name change everything has been calm and my dreams and nightmares went away.


Yep.  The elders say you should never answer if you hear someone calling your name but don't see who it is.  That is also why whenever we go hunting, you should never call out anyone's name.  If you see someone, wait until they are within speaking distance to talk.  Never yell out their name, even if you want their attention.  You can just do an, "AHEM!" or just say "Hey!" but never call out their name.  It is believed that if there is anything out there, they will remember that person's name and use your voice to call them even when you're not there.  As soon as that person answers, bam!  That thing is attached to them.

Also, about things falling ... whenever you mention someone who is dead by name and something falls, you are to stop immediately.  It means that person does not want you to be talking about them.  If you continue, you they will make it known.  In your case, you even went out and answered your friend.  That's a big no-no, but now I see you know it already.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 29, 2009, 06:48:20 PM
If you've ever had kids or been around kids who haven't lost their teeth yet, you will know that elders say they can see things we adults cannot.

My ex-wife and I were living in a two-bedroom apartment with our two young boys.  This was before we had our daughter.  Anyway, the older son was 3 and the younger son was 1.  The younger son had just started walking. 

One day we were in the living room watching TV.  The way the living room was setup, the TV was in the corner farthest away from the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the bathroom.  We were all seated on the floor, turned towards the TV except for the youngest son.  He was seated facing us, in the direction of the hallway.

He was playing, sucking on his bottle, looking at mommy and daddy, when all of a sudden he frowned and started crying.  He pointed towards the hallway.  Knowing that there was nobody else in the apartment, my hairs immediately started standing up.  I turned around towards the dark hallway and grabbed my son at the same time to comfort him.  Of course, I didn't see anything, but he was frightened stiff and shaking.  I tried my best to comfort him and staying calm at the same time.  After a couple minutes and turning him away from the hallway, he stopped crying.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 30, 2009, 12:24:17 AM
Okay... so this is freaking scary and it still freaks me out sometimes...

When I was in my high school years, I had this friend, who was a lesbian and at that time it wasn't really widely as accepted as it is today.  Anyhow... she was in love with her girlfriend and they wanted to get married, but of course both families refused. So they decided to tie eachother up and jump into the dam, I believe it's called "Shaver Lake"or something. The night that they killed themselves, I felt a cold chill down my back and the hair on my hair and arms were standing up. I felt weird that night, but I couldn’t understand why. I asked my family and everyone was like, “No, we’re okay it’s not cold in hereâ€Â. So I brushed it off and made nothing more of it, but the next morning while I was getting ready for school, I saw that on the news they’ve found 2 bodies at the dam and it was 2 Asian girls and they gave a slight description of them. When I heard it on the new, it caught my attention when they mentioned her belt and I knew that it was them. I had this cold feeling that it was them. After it was confirmed that it was them everything started…

The First Incident…
My mom was asking me about it and I told her that I knew the girl I mentioned her name and we had a little discussion about it. Well, where my room is, there’s this really big pine tree and we’ve lived in our house for 4 years and nothing has ever happened, but that night I heard something on the roof and it freaked me out. I couldn’t sleep so the next morning when I looked outside I saw that a really big branch from the tree broke off. A few nights after that everything went well and nothing weird happened, then I mentioned her name again to my cousin and that very night another branch broke off and hit my roof again.

The Second Incident
After the 4x that it happened, I started to get scared so traded rooms with my sister and in this room had a sliding door to the back yard. Everything was fine at first then like 3 days after I moved into that room, I hear a cat meowing at my window. The next night, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I went outside and made a lot of commotions like slamming things, pounding on the fence, and throwing soda cans, but the cat kept meowing. The 5th night, I hear a voice calling for my name… so I went out side and nothing thinking... (I thought it was one of my friends) I asked who in the “HELL†is calling for me this late at night. I know, my mom has always told me that you don’t answer to anything unless you see someone where or know who’s calling you. As soon as I answered, everything was silent and the next night nothing happened, but the nightmares started. I kept having repeated dreams of a fish-like scaly person chasing after me and always almost getting me. I began to get really sick and as the Hmong’s call it, yellow ears.

The end
I finally told my parents what has happened and it’s because we promised to always be the best of friends and we’ll stick together to the end, no matter what. Even in life or death. Look I was young, I didn’t believe in what my parents has ever said until this happened to me. My parents instantly got a Shaman to come over and killed a pig for me. While doing what she does as a Shaman I notice that each time she kept screaming louder and louder. It didn’t seem too good and I knew too because it lasted for a very very long time. I didn’t know anything, but after she was done, she told my dad that there was nothing else that she can do because the spirits were too strong and she can’t do anything else for me, unless she changed my named. Since the name change everything has been calm and my dreams and nightmares went away.



Fresno.....


That story happened a pretty long time ago. I believe it was Millerton Lake, Friant Dam. Anyways, lots of creep stuff happens in Fresno. Lost Lake
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 30, 2009, 12:28:35 AM
Lady-K-Tushlub....

great stories, you just revived a dead thread
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on December 30, 2009, 07:03:39 AM
Lady-K-Tushlub....

great stories, you just revived a dead thread

I applaud you to!!  The thread seemed like it WAS dying.  But not no more!!  ;) ;) ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on December 30, 2009, 10:35:59 AM

Fresno.....


That story happened a pretty long time ago. I believe it was Millerton Lake, Friant Dam. Anyways, lots of creep stuff happens in Fresno. Lost Lake


yup... almost 10 years because I think that it happened when I was a Freshman or Sophomore and now I'm 25 so it was a long time ago. Yea... I'm also banned from going to Millerton Lake. That's right... that was what the Lake was called.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 10:41:23 AM
Anyone on PH who ever lived in those apartments on Farmington Streets in Stockton,CA? If so, there's lots of ghost stories about those apartments. ;D

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 10:42:08 AM
Lady-K-Tushlub....

great stories, you just revived a dead thread
Thank you.  I think this is a great thread, so I'm glad my stories were taken well.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on December 30, 2009, 10:57:21 AM
Yep.  The elders say you should never answer if you hear someone calling your name but don't see who it is.  That is also why whenever we go hunting, you should never call out anyone's name.  If you see someone, wait until they are within speaking distance to talk.  Never yell out their name, even if you want their attention.  You can just do an, "AHEM!" or just say "Hey!" but never call out their name.  It is believed that if there is anything out there, they will remember that person's name and use your voice to call them even when you're not there.  As soon as that person answers, bam!  That thing is attached to them.

Also, about things falling ... whenever you mention someone who is dead by name and something falls, you are to stop immediately.  It means that person does not want you to be talking about them.  If you continue, you they will make it known.  In your case, you even went out and answered your friend.  That's a big no-no, but now I see you know it already.

Yup... Growing up my parents has always taught us many things and tried to keep us as traditional as they can. They did what mostly all Hmong parents did and told us stories and what to do and not to do, but I was always the black sheep of the family. Besides the cooking and cleaning, I didn't really believe in any of the things that they told me about until it happened to me. I was never superstitious, but now since I've experienced it I know that there are real ghost out there. Some to hurt you or to guide you. Now... I'm always freaking out abuot every little thing that happens. I can't even watch scary movies like how I use to.

Oh yeah... I forgot to mention, but I was in class during all this was happening and on day in chemistry, I felt something, like a hand, on my right shoulder and for a few days after that I should shoulder was in so much pain. Massaging it didn't even help it. I, now, believe that she came and visited me and put her arm on my shoulder and has been there until the day I changed my name.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on December 30, 2009, 10:59:17 AM
Anyone on PH who ever lived in those apartments on Farmington Streets in Stockton,CA? If so, there's lots of ghost stories about those apartments. ;D



Yeah, there is a lot of ghost stories there. My sister use to live there and she use to tell me all these crazy things about that place. About dead people being sighted walking around and etc...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 11:04:30 AM
Yeah, there is a lot of ghost stories there. My sister use to live there and she use to tell me all these crazy things about that place. About dead people being sighted walking around and etc...

My cousin lived in one apartment that this old lady passed away in there and her spirit never left the apartment. At night the old lady would come and mess with my cousin. The thing was a lot of hmong families knows that apartment was haunted but I don't know why my cousin decided to move in there. Anyhow, it wasn't long before they moved out.. heheh She said she would hear the old lady talking to her and scaring her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on December 30, 2009, 11:37:15 AM
If you've ever had kids or been around kids who haven't lost their teeth yet, you will know that elders say they can see things we adults cannot.

My ex-wife and I were living in a two-bedroom apartment with our two young boys.  This was before we had our daughter.  Anyway, the older son was 3 and the younger son was 1.  The younger son had just started walking. 

One day we were in the living room watching TV.  The way the living room was setup, the TV was in the corner farthest away from the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the bathroom.  We were all seated on the floor, turned towards the TV except for the youngest son.  He was seated facing us, in the direction of the hallway.

He was playing, sucking on his bottle, looking at mommy and daddy, when all of a sudden he frowned and started crying.  He pointed towards the hallway.  Knowing that there was nobody else in the apartment, my hairs immediately started standing up.  I turned around towards the dark hallway and grabbed my son at the same time to comfort him.  Of course, I didn't see anything, but he was frightened stiff and shaking.  I tried my best to comfort him and staying calm at the same time.  After a couple minutes and turning him away from the hallway, he stopped crying.


My youngest sister is proof this because before she lost her baby teeth, she use to be the same way, but it's not that scary though. When she was younger she would play by herself in the family room while we were all in school and my mom would be sewing in her bedroom or the living room, which is separated by the kitchen from the family room. While the house was at peace, my mom would hear my sister playing and laugh and gibberish talk and then after a few hours, she'd stop and come running to my mom with a pale face and would tell my mom that she saw a monster. At first my mom thought that it was nothing, but it kept happening over and over again. So finally one day, my mom asked my sister, "How does did monster look like?" and my sister answer, "Like you, mom, it's big like you and has long hair". After hearing that she freaked out so she told my dad about and we overheard so then my dad asked my sister how this monster looked like, while in the living room, and my sister pointed to my grandma's picture and said, "daddy, that's grandma, who plays with me then she turns into a monster". That also made my dad uncomfortable because that was my real grandma who passed away a long time ago and no one in the family knew this at that time, expect for my parents, middle sister, and I. My dad stopped for a little while and then told my sister, "That's not grandma because grandma lives with grandpa in Laos". My sister then told him that she's our real grandma and the one in Laos is fake. After that incident, my dad called a uncle who was a shaman and he did what he did and then told my dad that my real grandma is worried about us so she's watching over us and that we needed to rebuild her grave in Laos. So we killed some chicken as an offering, rebuilt her grave sight, and my uncle said that if it happens again then just say that WE'RE SHY. He said that instead of saying Grandma, you're scaring us, just tell her that we're shy and spirits will leave. Shortly after all this happened, everything returned to normal and my sister's paranormal experience ended.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on December 30, 2009, 11:45:12 AM
My cousin lived in one apartment that this old lady passed away in there and her spirit never left the apartment. At night the old lady would come and mess with my cousin. The thing was a lot of hmong families knows that apartment was haunted but I don't know why my cousin decided to move in there. Anyhow, it wasn't long before they moved out.. heheh She said she would hear the old lady talking to her and scaring her.


yeah.. I think my sister told me a story about that apartment to that there an old lady who died there and she's haunting that apartment and every tenant that lives here. She also told me about people hearing footsteps and voices too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 01:19:35 PM
I met this lady whose got so many freaking ghost story about her but I don't remember half of what she told me. I wish I can get her to come on PH to tell her stories. It's more freky than some of these other stories on PH. ;D :D Cuz it all started when her sister died and she wed to her BIL. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 01:21:41 PM
Hey HunnayDew, since you're so pretty, I can stay here all day and tell you ghost stories.  But ... only if you get scared and cuddle up with me.  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 01:51:12 PM
Okay, more stories from the "old" country of Laos.  This one is from a friend of when they were younger.  He was an orphan and lived with an aunt and 7 other kids.  Most of the kids were between 10 and 14 years old.

Their house was built on a taller hill in a valley with taller mountains surrounding the valley.  The house was built at the end of the hill, with downward slopes on 3 sides of the house.  The main entrance is towards the flat side of the hill itself.  The family has farmlands all around the valley on all 3 sides of the hill.  The downward slopes of the surrounding mountains were still forested with trails leading to their house from other villages.  On the left mountainside, there is another family's house about 500 to 800 yards away.  That family is a family of a young husband and wife with a young child.

Every day, the children would tend the farm, tend the livestock, and bring enough water and firewood to last the night and the next morning.  But since it was closer to winter, the kids brought more than the usual amount of firewood and made a nice pile close to the house.

One moonlit night (qaim qaim hli), the children got ready for bed.  The aunt was the last one to go to bed, so she went to close the window.  The windows were the type where it is just like a door hinged at the top, propped up with a stick at the bottom.  It lets air in, but not rain.  By this time, it was maybe 9 or 10 PM at night. 

While the aunt was closing the window, she noticed three bright glowing dots coming down the trail on the right-side mountain (the side furthest from the other family).  It is said from the elders that when you see a lion at night, you can tell because of its three glowing dots, especially on moonlit nights.  The friend telling the story presumes it is the eyes (two of the dots) and the tip of the tail (the third dot) reflecting the moonlight.

So, with that knowledge, the aunt knew what was coming, so she quickly closed all the windows and told all the kids to not fall asleep yet.  That something was coming.  The next thing they knew, they heard this emanating roar fill the entire valley.  Immediately, they knew it's not the usual lion.  From what the aunt saw, the lion was still at least 1000 yards away (you know, 10 football field lengths) but the roar was as it the lion was already outside the house.

She quickly ushered the kids to go outside and start four fires -- one close to each corner of the house.  They were to throw chile peppers and faj (some sort of sulfur) into the fires.  The kids scrambled and split into teams of two -- two to each bonfire.

They quickly started four fires and threw chile peppers and faj into the fires.  The lion never came close, but it never stopped its roaring either.  The family and the lion kept at what they were doing all night long, until it started getting light.  The roaring stopped and they assumed the lion left.

By the time morning came, they had depleted their large pile of firewood and almost their entire stock of chile peppers they harvest from that year. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 02:22:02 PM
A few days later when an uncle of the family came to visit, the aunt told him about the lion's visit and how strange it was.  He had a few SKS's with him because he had come by after a hunt.  When he left, he left the family one of his SKS's and some ammo, some of which were tracers.  If you don't know what tracers, they are bullets that, when fired, they light up so you can see where the bullet is going when you shoot at night.  In a string of ammunition, every 3rd or 5th one is a tracer.  It is still a bullet, but it has the added capability.

Well, it was a good thing that the uncle left them that rifle.

A few months had past, but this time it was a dark summer's night.  It was in the middle of the night and all the windows (of the type I described earlier) were open.  Everyone was sleeping.  All of a sudden, a dav hli nyug (kinda like a vulture) let out its eery scream.

Back in the "old country", it is said that dav hli nyug's are either really a dav hli nyug, or it is a dav hli nyug turned into a monster, or just a monster.  So in other words, you never know what it actually is.  Its scream is so eery to people who hear it because it is said that whenever you hear it, it means somebody in your village died or is going to die.

Anyway, at first, they heard its scream from far away.  Just a few seconds later, its scream was closer.  Then just a few more seconds, its scream was closer.  It was as if it teleported closer and closer.  Finally, the scream came from the tree just outside the rear of the house (on one of the slopes). 

One of the older kids (older than my friend) went outside with the SKS and started shooting at the tree, which was about 50 feet away.  At that same moment, they could see tracers flying from the other family's house too.  The husband had come out with his rifle and started shooting too.  At that point, the screams of the dav hli nyug then switched to a further tree.  They started shooting at that other tree.  Then it just stopped.  After shooting for a few more seconds, they stopped and the screeches of it stopped too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 02:22:48 PM
LADY-K-TUSHLUB, the more I read ur stories, the more I remember ghost stories I've heard in the past. ;D

I know I shouldn't talk about this but I thought this was the scariest time of my life as a kid.

I remember as a kid, I would have dreams of my mom’s younger sister. I’ve never met her before nor seen how she looks like before. I can only see her in my dreams. I never understood why I had dreams about her coming to get me but every night as I go to sleep and starts dreaming, there she is. She would chase after me and tell me she’s hungry. Then she would tell me since she can’t take my mom with her, she’s going to take me. But I would run as fast as I can and hide from her. As soon as she catches up with me, I force myself to get up.. I remember I was scared to go to sleep because I knew it was coming for me. Sorta like the Freddy movie..

Anyhow, one night I was sitting under this table that was next to the window. It was pretty dark outside and I started hearing noises.. Then I felt something grabbed my head and said “ I’m coming to get you no matter what.†I moved the hand as fast as I can and came out under the table. I knew it’s got to be my mom’s sister only. As much as I dreamed of her and stupid things happening to me, I never told my parents. I had so many questions in my head on why my mom’s sister wants me instead of my mom but I remain silent. The only person I told about my dreams was to a friend and she gave me this dream catcher thingy.. Since then my dreams of her slowed down.

Not long after those dreams, my grandpa passed away and my parents decided to move away. Ever since then I don’t dream of her anymore. But I would think of her when I see one of my mom’s dress that my mom told me it belong to my mom’s sister.

It was until I married my husband is when I found out about how my mom’s sister passed away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on December 30, 2009, 02:34:52 PM
LADY-K-TUSHLUB, the more I read ur stories, the more I remember ghost stories I've heard in the past. ;D

I know I shouldn't talk about this but I thought this was the scariest time of my life as a kid.

I remember as a kid, I would have dreams of my mom’s younger sister. I’ve never met her before nor seen how she looks like before. I can only see her in my dreams. I never understood why I had dreams about her coming to get me but every night as I go to sleep and starts dreaming, there she is. She would chase after me and tell me she’s hungry. Then she would tell me since she can’t take my mom with her, she’s going to take me. But I would run as fast as I can and hide from her. As soon as she catches up with me, I force myself to get up.. I remember I was scared to go to sleep because I knew it was coming for me. Sorta like the Freddy movie..

Anyhow, one night I was sitting under this table that was next to the window. It was pretty dark outside and I started hearing noises.. Then I felt something grabbed my head and said “ I’m coming to get you no matter what.” I moved the hand as fast as I can and came out under the table. I knew it’s got to be my mom’s sister only. As much as I dreamed of her and stupid things happening to me, I never told my parents. I had so many questions in my head on why my mom’s sister wants me instead of my mom but I remain silent. The only person I told about my dreams was to a friend and she gave me this dream catcher thingy.. Since then my dreams of her slowed down.

Not long after those dreams, my grandpa passed away and my parents decided to move away. Ever since then I don’t dream of her anymore. But I would think of her when I see one of my mom’s dress that my mom told me it belong to my mom’s sister.

It was until I married my husband is when I found out about how my mom’s sister passed away.


So? How did she pass?   ??? :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on December 30, 2009, 02:35:12 PM
A few days later when an uncle of the family came to visit, the aunt told him about the lion's visit and how strange it was.  He had a few SKS's with him because he had come by after a hunt.  When he left, he left the family one of his SKS's and some ammo, some of which were tracers.  If you don't know what tracers, they are bullets that, when fired, they light up so you can see where the bullet is going when you shoot at night.  In a string of ammunition, every 3rd or 5th one is a tracer.  It is still a bullet, but it has the added capability.

Well, it was a good thing that the uncle left them that rifle.

A few months had past, but this time it was a dark summer's night.  It was in the middle of the night and all the windows (of the type I described earlier) were open.  Everyone was sleeping.  All of a sudden, a dav hli nyug (kinda like a vulture) let out its eery scream.

Back in the "old country", it is said that dav hli nyug's are either really a dav hli nyug, or it is a dav hli nyug turned into a monster, or just a monster.  So in other words, you never know what it actually is.  Its scream is so eery to people who hear it because it is said that whenever you hear it, it means somebody in your village died or is going to die.

Anyway, at first, they heard its scream from far away.  Just a few seconds later, its scream was closer.  Then just a few more seconds, its scream was closer.  It was as if it teleported closer and closer.  Finally, the scream came from the tree just outside the rear of the house (on one of the slopes). 

One of the older kids (older than my friend) went outside with the SKS and started shooting at the tree, which was about 50 feet away.  At that same moment, they could see tracers flying from the other family's house too.  The husband had come out with his rifle and started shooting too.  At that point, the screams of the dav hli nyug then switched to a further tree.  They started shooting at that other tree.  Then it just stopped.  After shooting for a few more seconds, they stopped and the screeches of it stopped too.

So? Did they find the vulture?   :o ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 02:38:42 PM
So? How did she pass?   ??? :o

Did died due to sickness around her teenage age? I musta been a baby or real young when she passed away cuz when I had those dreams was when I was only 4 or 5. U know how u can only remember up to a certain age... But I can't tell why she was after me..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on December 30, 2009, 02:40:08 PM
Did died due to sickness around her teenage age? I musta been a baby or real young when she passed away cuz when I had those dreams was when I was only 4 or 5. U know how u can only remember up to a certain age... But I can't tell why she was after me..

I was gonna ask the same thing, but sometimes it's best to not say. You never know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 02:49:23 PM
I was gonna ask the same thing, but sometimes it's best to not say. You never know.

I'm no longer my family's "dab qhuas" so that's why no more dreams bout her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 02:50:21 PM
So? Did they find the vulture?   :o ;D
No.  It just stopped screeching and disappeared.  They never did hit anything.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 02:51:12 PM
ADoseOfMee, I don't know why I never told them. maybe I was afraid they'll think I lied about it. I guess I was one of those kids in those movies that sees ghost but don't tell the parents. ;D

I'm just glad it's all in the past.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on December 30, 2009, 02:54:23 PM
I need to stop reading these stories.  These past few nights I've been unable to sleep the entire night through!  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 02:54:34 PM
LADY-K-TUSHLUB, the more I read ur stories, the more I remember ghost stories I've heard in the past. ;D
Thanks.  That's the thing ... the more I read of others' stories, it reminds me of my own stories, and then the more I tell of my own, it reminds me of other stories that I know too.  I guess what I'm saying is, I'm glad the inspiration is there for others to tell their stories too.  I'm sure everybody has their own stories to tell.  It's just so fascinating that we live among spirits, yet half of the world's population refuse to believe they exist.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on December 30, 2009, 02:56:15 PM
Thanks.  That's the thing ... the more I read of others' stories, it reminds me of my own stories, and then the more I tell of my own, it reminds me of other stories that I know too.  I guess what I'm saying is, I'm glad the inspiration is there for others to tell their stories too.  I'm sure everybody has their own stories to tell.  It's just so fascinating that we live among spirits, yet half of the world's population refuse to believe they exist.

I'm a scary cat and sometimes I like to leave scary things in the past but damn u make me think of a lot now. ;D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on December 30, 2009, 03:07:55 PM
I made my husband stay in the bathroom with me while I took a shower because I was a chicken.  He yells at me everytime he sees me reading this thread.   ;D

Hehehe... I wish I could leave the lamp on at night but then the hub won't be able to sleep... so since it's my fault for reading this thread so much I take the hit in not getting the sleep.   ;D

The outdoorsy stories don't bother me as much as the ones that happen indoors...  they creep me out.   :o :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 03:09:14 PM
I'm a scary cat and sometimes I like to leave scary things in the past but damn u make me think of a lot now. ;D :D

Hehehe ... hey, I'm a scardy cat too.  Oh crap!  That just made me think of another one.   :o  But after I post this one, cause I already typed it out and ready to post.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 03:10:29 PM
More from the same friend ... only this time, they went to a remote farm house.

There were 5 of the youngsters, sent out to farm on one of the family's remote farms.  The way they built their farm house is, it's on stilts.  The entire sleeping quarters are on 10- or 12-foot stilts.  The fire pit is on the ground below the sleeping quarters, with a removable ladder that goes up to the sleeping quarters.

That night, the 5 youngsters went upstairs and pulled the ladder up with them.  The fire was still burning, not so big, but still burning nonetheless.  Just a few minutes later, they noticed it was getting darker downstairs.  They slowly looked down and can tell that something was pulling logs out of the fire, one by one.  They couldn't make it out, but they knew what it was.  It was a tsov liab, which translates literally to "red tiger" (or "tiger red", depends on how technical you want to be). 

The kids were all scared, so they just kept very still and stayed alert for the night.  Because the thing took out all the logs, it got very dark, so they couldn't see what had happened.

The next night, they expected the same thing to happen.  They hung a grill (like a BBQ grill) just above the fire and connected it to a container that had lots of dried chile peppers in it.  If anything touched the grill, it would tip the container over so it spilled the peppers into the fire.

After setting up the grill and peppers, they went up into the sleeping quarters and pulled up the ladder again.  Almost immediately, the tsov liab came back and attempted to pull out the logs.  But as soon as it stuck its head close to the fire, it knocked down the grill and the entire lot of chile peppers poured into the fire.  There was so much chile pepper smell in the air that all the kids started to choke.

The tsov liab choked too and started coughing and just ran off.  It did never come back after that.

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I asked the friend what does a tsov liab do.  He said it will pull out the logs from your campfire one by one until it's completely dark.  Then once it's dark, he will come for you.  There's normally more than one and there are usually spirits poj ntxoog with them too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 03:23:16 PM
Okay, here is the one I just thought of when Sweet_luvin said "scary cat".  Also, this one is for Hil because this one is indoors ... well, kinda sorta.

Quite a while back, I was talking to this person whom I met online.  We hit it off pretty good, so I decided to go and see her.  Anyway, she told me where to go and rent a motel room, and I did.

After work, she would come over, and we would go have dinner, and she would stay with me.  In the early hours in the morning, she would go home.  The next day, she would come back before she went to work and return on the way home.  Anyway, she did that for one night.

I'm a scardy cat when it comes to strange new places.  I can never get a good night's sleep until I feel comfortable with a new place.  This is why I hate traveling for work.  I always keep the TV and lights on while I try to sleep.  But since I am a pretty light sleeper, I can never fall asleep with the TV on.  So what usually happens is, I am up the entire night until 3 or 4AM.  When my body or my mind gives out, then I just crash.  But because it's a new place to me, I wake up early too, so I am often up by 5AM.  So that leaves me about 1 or 2 hours of sleep, if I am lucky.

Anyway, back to the story.  On the second night, she came over after work, we went and had dinner, then we came back to the hotel room.  She stayed a while and because I was a scardy cat, she stayed with me until 2AM or so.  But she was getting tired, so she went home.

That night (or early morning), I fell asleep shortly after she left, for some reason.  I had a vivid dream that I still remember to this day.  I had a dream that I was right there in that room, lying down in that bed, with the lights on and everything.  The only thing different was that she was still in bed with me, with her turned away from me.  I was holding her from behind (in the spoon position).  In my dream, I wanted to say something to her, so I slowly turned her towards me.

As she turned towards me though, she was this horrifying rotten person, with partial skeleton showing.  I freaked and woke up.  I couldn't fall asleep again.  I just stayed up the rest of the night.  That dream got me thinking, was this person who was seeing me, a real person or was she a ghost?  I'm sure the first night was really her, but I wasn't so sure about the second night.

I left in the middle of the third day.  Of course, that was our plan anyway.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 03:43:26 PM
just keep telling!

Okay ... I'll wait for the cuddling up part later.   ;)

Speaking of light sleepers ... that reminds me of 2 more stories.  Dayem!  How many do I have???  Has anybody been keeping count?   ;D ;D

It was my Senior year in high school.  I was staying with my uncle to finish up high school because my parents had moved out of town.  I wanted to graduate from the high school that I was at.

We were staying on the lower level of an apartment complex.  Just outside our bedroom window was this walkway that came from the parking lot in front to some buildings of the complex behind our building. 

One night, I was sleeping with the sliding window cracked about 1 inch open.  The cousin, with whom I shared the room, was away at college.  Way late into the night while I was asleep, I can hear a cat in heat.  It wasn't close to the window, but I can hear it clearly.  I woke up, but nothing else happened.  The cat in heat was meowing loudly for 10 or 15 minutes, keeping me up.  But after it stopped, I was able to fall asleep again.

The next night, same thing.  I can hear the cat in heat again.  But this time, after the cat stopped, the loud meows slowly turned to a sobbing lady.  I can hear footsteps coming from the parking lot direction, then close to the window, then towards the rear apartments.  I didn't think much about it other than the fact that the cat's loud meows transformed into the lady's crying.

The following day, I asked my uncle.  He said he heard it too.  I went to school.

Later that evening, he told me what it was.  Apparently, he asked around and the other tenants told him the story.  They said some years ago, there was a lady who was beaten up badly but not to the point where she died immediately yet.  Anyway, she was able to walk back to her apartment from the parking lot.  So every year, the same time and day that she died, her spirit (or xyw) would come back and take reenact that same walk before she died.  What I heard was the reenactment of her spirit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 03:47:35 PM
The other story involving my light sleeping took place at the apartment where I lost my DVD's.

It was a hot summer night, and I didn't have central heating and air (you northern people may not know what this is), so I had my bedroom window opened all the way.  The blinds were closed, of course.  I can't sleep without closed blinds.  Some cool air was coming in, but the blinds blocked most of it.

Anyway, one night while I was sleeping, I heard the eeriest cat in heat.  The cat's meowing sounded like the cat in heat at first.  Then later, it sounded half-way between a cat in heat and an infant's crying.  I got the goosebumps.  I wanted to get up and close the window, but I was so chicken to get behind the blinds to do it that I just layed there still.  That sound lasted for close to an hour.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on December 30, 2009, 04:12:51 PM
omg!! scarryyyyyyyyy yyyyyy
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on December 30, 2009, 04:15:09 PM
Hunneydew- poor uncle.. its like he's being torture
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 04:49:58 PM
waaa! I keep wanting to reply to each story before I even get through the other ones!
Hehehe ... I have been told I have that kind of affect on women.   ;) ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 04:57:04 PM
Man, that place gave me a lot of stories.

One night, I was working on my car outside in the parking lot.  It was my second car, so it wasn't like I had to finish it.  But I was too lazy to pick up everything and then come back in the morning with all the stuff.  So, I just kept working into the whea hours of the morning.  At first it was okay, because the other tenants were still up.  A couple hours later though, everybody went to bed and everything became quiet.  I can hear crickets and feel the cool breeze.

About 1AM after midnight though, I smelled a slightly rotten stench from the breeze.  The crickets' chirping stopped and the hairs on my back and arms stood up.  I tried to ignore it because I was not at a good stopping point on my car.  Besides, I couldn't just go to sleep -- I had to pick up my stuff and take a shower, before I can sleep.  How would I even fall asleep.  Hehehe.  So I decided to keep working.

I tried to ignore my hairs standing up and continued working.  The only problem was, the crickets never came back and my hairs standing up just got more and more intense.  It got to the point where I just couldn't work on my car anymore.  Any time I looked down at my engine bay, I just felt like something was lurking behind me.

Finally, I called up my gf and asked her to come over.  She was already asleep, but she was the understanding type, so she got up and came over.  It took her a very, very long hour to get to my place.  She then helped me pick up my stuff and we went inside.  She stayed with me the whole night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 05:24:35 PM
There is a lake about an hour's drive away from where I live that has some pretty large trout.  Some of the people I know, know about it.  A couple of them are my nephew and his brother-in-law.  They told me about it, then wanted me to go with them fishing. Hehehe ... smart of them.  Yeaaaaaaaaaaaa ah.

To get there, you need a 4x4 vehicle.  From a sharp turn on the road that leads up to it, there is a steep and extremely bumpy dirt road that climbs up a hill about 300 feet long.  Once you get up though, the dirt road isn't too bad, even a regular car can drive it.  The only problem is, the drive up the hill can't be done without a 4x4.

Anyway, to get to the lake, you need to drive up that climb, then about 2 miles on the dirt road which then dead-ends at a cliff that leads down to the lake.  Anyway, on that 2 mile stretch of dirt road, there is a section that passes by the shore about 50 feet to the left.  You can't see the shore if you don't know it's there though, because there are some pretty thick woods up there.

If you are familiar with that stretch of road, you know though, that when you pass that area, you should not look left towards the shore.  If you do, you will see an older man staring back at you.  He is of a white figure, with shadows of a bluish skin.  Most people who want to go fish up on that lake just look to the right side of the road when they get to that part.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 05:34:35 PM
Speaking of climbing hills ... I had a Mexican co-worker tell me this one.

Back when he was in high school, or dropped out of high school for that matter, he and his friends used to hang out at a park late at night.  The park has a pretty big hill in the middle of it, with a pathway sidewalk that led to the bathroom on top of the hill.

One night, the guys were hanging out at the park, drinking booze -- nothing to get them overly drunk, but just drinking beers socially.  When the guys needed to urinate, they decided to go up to the bathroom.  The three of them raced up to the bathroom.  I guess back then, they didn't lock the bathrooms at night like they do nowadays.

The guys went inside to urinate in the almost completely dark bathroom.  They can see very little from the lights outside.  After the guys did their business, they decided to hang out in the bathroom for a little bit.  One of them decided to dare the others to play "Bloody Mary".  I didn't know what it was, so he told me.  He said it's where you say "Bloody Mary" three times and knock three times subsequently on the mirror.  And if you did it right, Bloody Mary would come out.

So the one friend dared the other two to play "Bloody Mary".  At first, the guys didn't want to do it.  Finally, my co-worker said he'll do it if nobody will. 

He said "Bloody Mary" and knocked on the mirror three times.

He said it again and knocked three more times.

He said it the third time and knocked three final times.

Before he can finish saying, "See?  It doesn't work," the mirror started glowing from behind.  You can see the outline of the mirror.  Before he can turn around to the other guys, they took off on him.  He scrambled out of the bathroom and they all ran down the hill to the car and took off.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 05:48:25 PM
There are lots of hunting stories. 

The first one is told from one of my cousins. 

One of my cousins and another cousin went hunting.  I'm not sure what they were hunting for.  That night, they spent the night in the truck.  Usually, we don't camp outside in a tent if there are only a few of us.  My cousin slept in the extracab part of the pickup truck, while the other cousin slept in the bed (it had a camper shell on it).  They had the truck's rear cab window (the window that separates the cab and the camper shell area) open, so the two can two to each other.

Halfway through the night, my cousin who was in the front got cold, so he woke up.  Low and behold, the cab was filled with flies flying all over the place.  Both front windows were rolled down, which was strange.  We never sleep with the windows down, for security purposes.  He swatted all the flies out of the cab and rolled up the windows.  They went back to sleep.

About half a sleep later, he woke up again.  The windows were down again and there were flies again too.  They swatted the flies out again, and again, rolled up the windows.  This time, they didn't fall asleep, but started to wonder what was happening.  Right then, something started rocking the truck.  It was as if an elephant came up and was rocking the truck with its side.  They couldn't see anything outside.  They just tried to ignore it, because they were scared stiff, they didn't know what to do.  They waited the whole night while the truck was being rocked.  Towards the morning, the rocking stopped.

When it was daybreak, they came out expecting the truck to be damaged or something, but found the truck was just the way it was before.  Well, they did find some things interesting -- there were small handprints (about the size of a toddler kid's) all over the truck and camper shell. 

Later, they found out that their incident wasn't the only incident.  The area where they slept was known to be haunted by a phiv nyuam vaim, and other Hmong people experienced the same thing.

This next one is from a different cousin, and is quite short.

On the way to their hunting spot, the dirt road they drive on would be quite dusty.  When they arrived at their spot and went to the rear to open up the truck's tailgate, they saw small handprints all over the bumper and truck tailgate.

This next one is similar, but different.

Same thing as above, except they saw some saliva dripping from the bumper as if something was trying to gnaw away at the bumper.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 06:03:14 PM
Another hunting story, from my gf's brother-in-law.

The two brothers-in-law got ready to sleep in the camper shell of their truck.  They put the lantern on top of the camper shell to light up the area while they sleep.  This is something I do too when I camp.  As soon as they layed down to sleep, the younger bil started snoring.  The older bil layed there thinking how he's going to fall asleep with this snoring.

A few minutes went by and he still can't sleep because of the snoring.  Then he noticed the lantern went out.  Then about ten seconds later, it came back on.  Another few minutes go by, then the lantern went out again.  A few seconds later, it comes back on.

He then noticed a beam of light coming from the canyon below them.  The beam went up beyond their truck.  The next thing he knew, the lantern went out completely this time.  The beam of light disappeared, then he saw an orb of light come from the canyon, and came up above their truck.  The younger bil started convulsing and breathing eratically.  He rocked the buy and he woke up.  The light then disappeared.  He told the younger bil what he saw, and they both got out and relit the lantern. 

They went back into the truck's camper shell and went back to sleep.  The younger bil started snoring again.  The lantern went out again, and the orb of light came back.  The younger bil started convulsing, throwing his arms around.  The guy rocked the younger bil and woke him up.  Again, the orb disappeared.  The two then decided to get the hell out of there.

They drove to a different part of the forest, but this time parked underneath a tree.  They asked the tree to be their host, that they were going to be its guests, and for it to shelter them for the night.

They lit the lantern again, and the younger bil started snowing as he slept again.  The older bil saw the fog rolling in around the forest and around the truck.  Then he saw the tree swaying.  Wherever the tree swayed, the fog cleared.  It was as if the tree was clearing the fog away.  He never did get any sleep that night, but nothing else happened either.

When morning came, they just went home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 06:04:09 PM
Man!  I'm getting goosebumps typing up these stories.  Eek!  Where are you HunnayDew?  I could use some company now.    >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on December 30, 2009, 09:52:07 PM
Here's a story from my team lead. This happens in marysville in the early 90s. If your a vue. Then you should know or heard of it

He's cousin was walking back from school on the train track one day, a skunk jump right in front of him and sprayed him. So he stayed home for a weeks till the stinch went away till he could good back to school. When he went back to school cause the smell went away. He walk home again on the same train track. As he was walking, and this time a Jack rabbit just jump right into his arm and he held it. He didn't think much about it and took it home. I forgot, but I guess he was taking care of it for 2-3days. So his dad questioned him where he got that rabbit from, and he just told his dad that it just jump right into his arm. So his dad told that no animal would jump into someones arms like that and for him to kill it.    He didn't kill the rabbit, but let it go. So that night he had a bad dream and woke up to hear some pig squealing outside. He think much about it till his brother starts hearing it.

They did the jingle bell. And the shaman just told em that it was a poj ntxooj and that they have to kill it   

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on December 31, 2009, 12:10:49 AM
(http://www.jucoolimages.com/images/scary/scary_12.gif)

BOOO!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 31, 2009, 12:34:45 PM
how would I help? lols. I'm getting freaked here!
Hehe ... you can keep my mind (and my eyes) distracted.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on December 31, 2009, 01:07:21 PM
that picture needs to be taken down.  this is a stories thread, not an image thread!   :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 31, 2009, 01:50:20 PM
Just keep telling stories.
Just for you ...

There were three of us who went on a hunting trip.  We set our tent in between three trees.  One at the top of the tent (towards where our head would be), and one on either side, with the tent's door opening where there is no tree.

That night, we had two lanterns going.  One was left on the camping table which was towards the tent's door.  The other lantern, I hung on the tree towards the right side of the tent.  I slept on that side that night.

As the night grew older, I can hear the other two guys snoring.  One has a deep snore and the other was more like a whistling noise.  Somehow I managed to get a little sleep, but not for long.  Towards the morning, about 3AM or so, I woke up and I needed to pee BAD!  I wanted to get up and go pee, but it was cold and dark outside.  I kept holding onto it hoping I would fall back asleep.

Anyway, as I lay there, I can hear footsteps outside just beyond the tree.  Leaves rustling in one spot, then another spot about 3 feet away, then another, 3 feet away again.  It was as if someone with really long legs was walking towards our camping table.  I grabbed my 40S&W handgun that I usually sleep with and slowly grabbed my flashlight too.

I shouldn't even need the flashlight, because the tent was light enough to where I can see the surroundings through the tent fabric, including my truck.  The thing was, I didn't see anything walking out there.

So I slowly crawled up and made my way towards the tent door.  The next thing I knew, there was a clink of our pots and pans that was on the table.  I quickly unzipped the tent door open and stuck my gun, my flashlight, and head out.  Nada, nothing.  I didn't see jack.

I looked left, I look right, I looked behind me.  Nothing.

I finished unzipping the door and got out.  Put on my sandals and walked around the camp area.  I didn't see any footprints, nor did I see anything.  Meanwhile, my heart is pounding and my hairs are standing up.  The other guys were still snoring away.

I finally decided to take a pee-pee since I was already up and out.  It was friggin cold, and kept turning the flashlight around all over the place.  I tried to hurry up, but man!  When you've been holding it for that long, it just seems like for-EVER!

Finally, the last drop came out, and went back into the tent, butt first, of course.  I crawled back into my sleeping bag and tried to go to sleep.

A couple minutes go by of nothing but silence (other than my heartbeat still trying to calm down).  When it's that quiet in the forest and you're that scared, the only thing you hear and feel is your own racing heartbeat.

Then it happened again.  The footsteps outside, the leaves rustling.  This time, it started just outside the tent above my head.  Again, I looked and peeked through the tent fabric.  I couldn't see that there was anything.  I could see the trees beyond, from the light of the lantern.  Soon, the footsteps went around to the right like last time.  Three feet at a time, a big entity with long legs or something.

(Whoa!  That was weird.  HunnayDew, in the corner of my eye, you, in your avatar pic, looked like you turned to the right (for a profile view) and then switched back.)

The footsteps went towards the table again.  I slowly went to the door again.  I opened the door, but this time, just a little bit.  I peeked out and saw nothing either.  I just came back to my sleeping bag and crawled in (hoping HunnayDew would keep me warm).  I just layed the rest of the morning until the other guys woke up with the sunrise.  I then fell asleep when I got more comfortable that they were up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 31, 2009, 01:57:58 PM
The next night, on that same camping trip, two more guys joined us.  They were smart and slept in their truck.  We had two lanterns again going.

I woke up in the middle of the night again, to a whistling sound.  Because of what happened the night before, I'm like WTF!!!

The lantern that was on the table was out and the one by the tree was getting dim.  I'm like, what the hell, I'm gonna have to go out and re-fuel them and relight them.  So I go out, flashlight in one hand, gun in the other.  I had my headlamp on too, but it's not as bright as my SolarForce flashlight. 

I had to set down the flashlight and my gun on the table so I can refuel and relight the lanterns.  But, I had to do it one at a time.  It was cold and dark, and it seemed like an eternity getting those lanterns back.  Anyway, finally got them both going.  Decided to pee too.

Got back into bed.  Then that's when I heard the footsteps ... again.  Good thing I didn't hear them in the dark.  But wha???  Whatever it is, I hear it when the lanterns are running bright only.  Hmmmm.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on December 31, 2009, 02:04:07 PM
Spooky
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 31, 2009, 03:01:56 PM
Once upon a slightly drizzly day, my boss calls me on my cell phone, something which he doesn't do, except in the case of an absolute emergency.  It was a Sunday.  Why the heck would he be calling me.

I decided to answer and see what's up.

He said, "Do you want some hours?"

In a confused state, I reply with, "Huh?"

He said, "Do you want some hours?  We have an email problem.  All I need you to do is go in and check it out and see if you can fix it.  You get four hours just for showing up."

Why the heck would anyone be doing work email on a Sunday?  But anyhow, since it was for the big-wig of the company, I figured four hours won't hurt anything.

I told my boss, "Sure.  I'll go in and check it out."

"Great," he says.

"I'll call you when I get there."

Not wanting to go alone, I decided to take along a buddy of mine.  We drive there and I decide we'll go in through the backdoor, since I didn't know where the other alarm disarm panels were for the building.  The only problem with coming in through the backdoor was, once disarming the alarm, I would have to go all the way through the darkness of the building to the front and turn on the lights.  There were no light switches in the rear.

Anyway, sure enough I disarmed the alarm and make my way through the maze and turn on the lights.  We come back to my desk and check the email system.  Great.  It turns out, I can fix it, but it'll take approximatel 2 hours.  So I start fixing it.

While the server was doing its thing, which I knew was going to take a while, I went to the can.  I wasn't sure where my buddy was at this time, so I just yelled out to him that I'll be in the restroom.  He answered and confirmed.  I went and did the smelly thing and came back.  I was concerned that he would be wandering the hallways, so I came out to look for him.

I went through all the hallways, but couldn't find him.  So I just came back to my desk.  I continued with what I was doing. 

A few minutes pass by and he comes by.  I asked him where he was.  He said after I went to the bathroom, he just checked out all the hallways and then he went to do the smelly thing in the bathroom too.  That was probably when I came out and started looking for him.

So I finished fixing the server and we came out.  I told him how it was said that our workplace may be haunted.  He said, well, when he was in the stall, he heard somebody come into the bathroom.  He thought it was me, but didn't think anything.  He heard the door open and then close.  I told him I never came to check for him in the bathroom.  I left the bathroom and then went to look for him in the hallways only.  And when I came out, I was sure he hadn't come in there yet.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on December 31, 2009, 03:19:41 PM
That's what I'm afraid of when I go to the bathroom by myself!   :o

you're afraid of everything  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 31, 2009, 03:20:04 PM
That's what I'm afraid of when I go to the bathroom by myself!   :o
Yep.  It's always a spooky thing.   :-[
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 31, 2009, 03:20:33 PM
About a month before the email incident, because of the rearranging of our office spaces, we had to move to the other side of the building.  A coworker and I found some webcams and were messing with it.  We had set them up to take pictures whenever there was any movement.  He had two on two computers.  I had two on one computer.  So we had a total of four.

At first, I set mine to take 45-second video clips for any detected movement.  He did the same too.

I had a motive, because ever since we moved to the other end of the building, my dry-erase board had been falling down on one side.  It is hung on the cubicle wall with two hooks.  One hook keeps detaching and falling.  It was odd, because it takes a good amount of force to detach the dry-erase board from the hook.  I was showing my coworker and our boss by hitting down on the board, and it wouldn't even budge.

So one day after we had set up the cameras, we went home.  The next Monday, we come in and I found that our cameras had triggered.  My dry-erase board had fallen down on the side that it usually fell down too.

After reviewing the videos, we found that there was something, but because the cameras took too long to actually start recording after something triggers it, it just saw my board already down.  It didn't catch anything causing it to fall.

I then started to ask some of the people who was there with the company for a longer time.  One of the elder ladies said there was a lady who was in the next cubicle over who died of a somewhat tragic death (her car rolled over her in the driveway).  And that lady used to be friends with the lady in my cubicle.  The only problem was, the ladies had gotten into an argument about a month before the lady died.

The two never got along after that day and was pretty bitter towards one another.  A couple months later, the lady in my cubicle retired and just went away without saying anything to anyone.

It is said by others who work alone late at night or on the weekends, that they hear things too, but never think of anything.

I think it's probably the lady who died, trying to get back at the lady who was in my cubicle.  She's probably thinking whomever is in that cubicle (me) is the lady.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 31, 2009, 05:37:31 PM
I'm a light sleeper also. So I hate going camping with people that sleep early, because I'll be the only one up, listening to the wind and the invisible footsteps around the campground. So I always try to sleep before everyone, but then I won't enjoy the whole camp experience because I did not stay up. SO I'm stuck.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on December 31, 2009, 06:22:04 PM
Here's a story from my team lead. This happens in marysville in the early 90s. If your a vue. Then you should know or heard of it

He's cousin was walking back from school on the train track one day, a skunk jump right in front of him and sprayed him. So he stayed home for a weeks till the stinch went away till he could good back to school. When he went back to school cause the smell went away. He walk home again on the same train track. As he was walking, and this time a Jack rabbit just jump right into his arm and he held it. He didn't think much about it and took it home. I forgot, but I guess he was taking care of it for 2-3days. So his dad questioned him where he got that rabbit from, and he just told his dad that it just jump right into his arm. So his dad told that no animal would jump into someones arms like that and for him to kill it.    He didn't kill the rabbit, but let it go. So that night he had a bad dream and woke up to hear some pig squealing outside. He think much about it till his brother starts hearing it.

They did the jingle bell. And the shaman just told em that it was a poj ntxooj and that they have to kill it   



but anyways... After the jingle bell. The poj ntxooj kept on coming back. They had this Huge gathering late at night, where they put a fake doll in the middle. Everyone sitting in at the corner wearing mask or black covering. My team lead said it was like a halloween party. When the poj ntxooj came in like a cat. The shaman lady stab it with the Hmong knife but the stab didn't kill it. The next night it came back again. But this time they killed it. It was a big cat. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: passingby#2 on December 31, 2009, 11:08:04 PM
This is not a scary story but the most scariest experience that I went through...Last year during my husband's grandfather's funeral I couldn't get any time off work so during the night my husband would make me come home so that I could get some sleep. Nothing out of the normal happened but it was a freakly feeling to be all alone in a big five bedroom house during the night knowing that everyone was at a funeral. I never got any sleep lol...I would turn every light in the house on and turn up the tv really loud, and cover myself in a blanket. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on January 01, 2010, 01:14:28 AM
but anyways... After the jingle bell. The poj ntxooj kept on coming back. They had this Huge gathering late at night, where they put a fake doll in the middle. Everyone sitting in at the corner wearing mask or black covering. My team lead said it was like a halloween party. When the poj ntxooj came in like a cat. The shaman lady stab it with the Hmong knife but the stab didn't kill it. The next night it came back again. But this time they killed it. It was a big cat. 

Hey when I was a kid my Aunt brought some poj ntxooj fur to our house.  She lived in Yuba City at the time.  She said that's where it happened.  That thing kept coming through a cracked window to visit these hmong people's sick son.  One night the Dad waited with a gun and shot it.  It had a long snout with small sharp teeth.  The fur was very soft.  Ever heard of this story?  It was like 15 years ago LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on January 01, 2010, 06:02:54 PM
On the same row of apartments where my ex-wife's family used to live there, were their aunt and uncle.  The uncle had his mom living with them at the time too.

So anyway ... before I started dating my girlfriend at the time ...

The mother started doing weird things.  She never became sick or anything.  Sometimes, in broad daylight, she'll be sitting on her stool (khwb teeb) and she'll open her mouth and out will come her tongue.  Her tongue was so long that it will actually reach or almost reach the floor.  She'll start panting like a dog.

The aunt would yell at her, "Phee!  Koj tsis txaj muag los cas na?"  which translates to "Phee!  Aren't you embarrased?"  This was in regards to the hanging out of the tongue.  Once the aunt said that, the grandma would snap out of it and reel in her tongue again.

Every once in a while or so, the grandma would complain of pain around the area of her behind.  They would take her to the bedroom (the first few times) and check it out.  She was starting to grow a snub of a tail.  They would say, "Phee!  Koj tsis txaj muag los cas?" and spit on it.  The snub would start shrinking and go away.  The later times, they would take her to the hospital just in case.  The doctors see the snub and have no explanation.  They just tell her to take her home and do what spiritual things the Hmong can do.  The doctors were well-aware of the Hmong culture.

So one night, they decided to call up a shaman.  The shaman knew already that there was something bugging the grandma, ready to take her with it.  They did the neeb at night.  Don't ask me, but I assume because of the type of ritual they were about to do, they have to do it at night.

Anyway, almost immediately after the shaman started his trance, he grabbed for his shaman sword and started pointing around.  Everybody who was there had to move out of the way, because nobody knew when the shaman was about to strike.  He pointed around while one person (tus hwj neeb) held him at the waist for balance.  He pointed around high, low, around, and then pointed towards a corner of the living room.  Instantly, he threw the shaman sword at the corner and hit something. Blood sprayed from out of nowhere.  "It" ran on the ceiling and out the front door, leaving a blood trail gushing behind it.  The people around chased after "it" and found that the trail went up the outside wall to the roof.  They all looked up and saw nothing.  Meanwhile, inside the shaman finished his trance.

Later that night, the aunt had a dream.  "It" came as a dark figure and taunted to the aunt, "Hwb ... nej cav nim xav xav tua kuv, nej tua twb tsis tau kuv.  Kuv khiav mus nraum zoov xwb.  Nej cav ntsia ntsia kuv thaum kuv nce ru tsev lawm, kuv twb ntsia ntsia nej thiab."  That translates to "Hwv ... you guys wanted to kill me so bad, you couldn't kill me.  I ran outside only.  When you were looking at me when I ran to the rooftop, I was looking straight back at ya!"

I never did know what the outcome of the whole thing was, because my girlfriend's family moved away from the apartments.

And if you guys think those stories aren't even scary (or freaky), there's more to come.  Freakier too.

Holy cow.  I don't get scared easily, but THIS story scared the crap out of me!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BeautifulDisaster on January 01, 2010, 06:25:17 PM
Ok, here's a bathroom-related story:

One night, I woke up to go use the bathroom.  After I did my business and washed my hands, I turned off the lights and headed towards the bedroom.  I was still groggy and the only thing I wanted to do go was get back into bed.  As I was half-sleepwalking back to the bedroom, I was looking down on the carpet and as I got nearer to the bedroom door, I glanced up and saw a dark shadow standing in front of the door.  The shadow scared the shit out of me and I screamed as I was engulfed into a big bear hug by my ding-dong husband aka the shadow.  Apparently, he heard me get up to use the bathroom and got up after me to use it himself.  He said he didn't want to scare me while I was in the bathroom so he decided to wait by the bedroom door until I was done so he could go use it.   ;D

I know, I'm such a dork but man, I swear, my heart dropped when I saw his outline/shadow.  It didn't help that I'm half-blind and half-asleep so I didn't know that it was him.   ;D ;D ;D



that is too funny because i got  a similar story like yours-- using the bathroom at night. when im not too lazy ill write it down... :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on January 02, 2010, 12:05:18 AM
Hey when I was a kid my Aunt brought some poj ntxooj fur to our house.  She lived in Yuba City at the time.  She said that's where it happened.  That thing kept coming through a cracked window to visit these hmong people's sick son.  One night the Dad waited with a gun and shot it.  It had a long snout with small sharp teeth.  The fur was very soft.  Ever heard of this story?  It was like 15 years ago LOL

if they are a blood line of vue and has a last name of vang then that's them.


What he told me was after they killed it. They ate it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on January 02, 2010, 12:22:47 AM
Here's another from my lead.

They went fishing over at 113 late at night. They wernt fishing for fish, but traping. After a few hours they setup the trap. They ate. Right after they ate, they went back for the trap. As him and two of his cousins walking toward one of trap. A black shadow jump right in front of them. Two of his cousin walking behind him ran off. He try to run but could. so He stared at the red eyes and told it in his mind that they are there to fish and not to cause any problems and that if they are tresspassing that he is sorry. So the shadow let him go. He ran back to camp told them what happen and pack everything and left. The next day they came back and did the hu plij. The shaman told them that when they ate they didnt feed the spirit that guarded that area. And for him (my team lead) to stop fishing for 6 month.       
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on January 02, 2010, 10:11:34 AM
if they are a blood line of vue and has a last name of vang then that's them.


What he told me was after they killed it. They ate it.

Really...  Yummy!  What did it taste like?   :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sassychick on January 02, 2010, 06:24:52 PM
Haven't posted in a while.

When my daughter was 2 i bought her a play cell phone. One night I was gonna give her a bath. she was holding her toy phone and as i tried to get it away from her it fell into the water. it was one of those phones that talks when you push the buttons, well the next day it started to say some freaky stuff. i can't remember what it said but it wasn't normal, I remember chills running up my spine when i heard a young boys voice coming through that phone. threw it away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on January 02, 2010, 06:45:24 PM

interesting. so how would you ask that?


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you just ask..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on January 02, 2010, 09:52:20 PM
Really...  Yummy!  What did it taste like?   :D

he say it wore off the poj ntxooj. Expect the others.

But before his 60 days was up, he (my team) went back fishing. As they were fishing he caught and reel it in. It was hella fighting, but when it got to the shore, the fish was dead and rotten. So they did the shaman thinging again and time out him for 9 months. Before his 90 days was up again. He went back. But yeah... He caught a fish and was fighting. When they pulled it up to the shore and since it was dark, late at night, he pulled out his cell phone to check it out. And found out that it was a dead girl. He ran to the top. And his cousins ask him how big was it. So he told them to just pack up and if they're not scare and for them to go down and check it out. They went and ran back up and left. The next day they came back to do the hu plig. But found out that there was some Filipino there for the body and that the cops was on the way. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on January 02, 2010, 10:02:57 PM

so i could just say: Hey Mr. Beautiful Tree, please provide us shelter for tonight.
yep thats all you got to do.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 03, 2010, 10:17:25 AM
he say it wore off the poj ntxooj. Expect the others.

But before his 60 days was up, he (my team) went back fishing. As they were fishing he caught and reel it in. It was hella fighting, but when it got to the shore, the fish was dead and rotten. So they did the shaman thinging again and time out him for 9 months. Before his 90 days was up again. He went back. But yeah... He caught a fish and was fighting. When they pulled it up to the shore and since it was dark, late at night, he pulled out his cell phone to check it out. And found out that it was a dead girl. He ran to the top. And his cousins ask him how big was it. So he told them to just pack up and if they're not scare and for them to go down and check it out. They went and ran back up and left. The next day they came back to do the hu plig. But found out that there was some Filipino there for the body and that the cops was on the way. 
i would be freak out if i look and it was a girl. WTF!!
so, why does he keep fishing when he's not suppose too?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on January 03, 2010, 12:11:58 PM
i would be freak out if i look and it was a girl. WTF!!
so, why does he keep fishing when he's not suppose too?

Fishaholics...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 03, 2010, 12:37:49 PM
Fishaholics...
LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on January 03, 2010, 08:02:58 PM
i would be freak out if i look and it was a girl. WTF!!
so, why does he keep fishing when he's not suppose too?

he says it was to tempting when they catch a big one.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on January 03, 2010, 08:03:38 PM
Fishaholics...

he just love the outdoors
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 01:13:33 PM
Holy cow.  I don't get scared easily, but THIS story scared the crap out of me!
Yeah.  The clans that turns to tigers when they die scare the crap outta me too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 04, 2010, 01:17:49 PM
lady-k-tushlub u got more stories.. im bored here!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 01:22:03 PM

Quote from: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on December 30, 2009, 04:03:14 PM
they drove to a different part of the forest, but this time parked underneath a tree.  They asked the tree to be their host, that they were going to be its guests, and for it to shelter them for the night.

interesting. so how would you ask that?
Goes something like this:

Hmo no, koj muaj qhua tuaj pw hauv koj tsev.  Hmo no wb tuaj pw hauv koj tsev.  Wb tuaj pw hauv koj tsev mas muaj dab, muaj tsiaj, muaj neeg phem licas los koj tiv thaiv kom tag.

which translates to:

Tonight, you have visitors who come to sleep in your house.  Tonight, we come to sleep in your house.  We spend the night in your house so if there are any ghosts or monsters, animals, or bad people, please defend us from them.

You can actually ask the trees to defend you against any and all bad things and you don't have to use those exact words.  Just like the elders say, paub licas ces hais li ntawd xwb.

Also, it is also said that if you have a loved one who recently passed away, you can ask them to come and keep your company (nrog kuv ua luag) too, but if you do that during hunting, the loved one will also scare any game away too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 01:22:56 PM
lady-k-tushlub u got more stories.. im bored here!
Been busy, but yeah.  Got more.  I'll try and get one up today.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 04, 2010, 01:28:27 PM
Been busy, but yeah.  Got more.  I'll try and get one up today.
thanks.. i'll be waiting..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 01:38:00 PM
Folktales say it's a truth that goblins turn into beautiful humans upon being drenched in cow dungs. Haven't you heard how humans have been taken by ghosts and tigers and the only way to bring them back is to dig a hole into the ground, put the humans there and fill the hole up with cow dungs and leave things there for 3 days?  Then the ghostly skin would shed off and a newly-born adult human appears.  Txiv Nraug Xyu's bride got him back doing that, after his sould got snatched by some goblins in this secluded hillbilly village. 

And, oh, yeah, it would be a nice fairy tale to write. :D ;)
I think most elders know this story, but because of the "Hmong gossip" network, the story has changed, parts are missing or added as the story goes from person to person, so nobody knows if it's true or anymore.  But this is the version I have heard.  Also, the original version I heard was supposed to be from Laos, but recently I heard someone else say that it happened to a person in Vinai, Thailand.  So who knows.  Anyway, onto the story:

Supposedly, there was this guy who went out (hunting, outhouse, whatever it was) and saw a ghost (poj ntxoob) and he caught it.  It is said that you need to hold onto the poj ntxoog's arm tight and not look away, because if you looked away or blinked, the poj ntxoog will replace its arm with a log or something and it will have run away.  Anyway, so the idea is to not look away.  I'm not sure how he got the poj ntxoog home without blinking.  Maybe he had friends with him, not sure.

So anyway, he got the poj ntxoog home and rounded up his friends and family and fellow villagers.  They dug a hole and filled it up with cow manure and put the poj ntxoog in the pit.  There were people around the whole time watching the poj ntxoog so that it couldn't replace its arm with something else and take off too.  It is said that if you put a poj ntxoog in cow manure for 3 days and 3 nights, it will turn back into a person.  I haven't heard of the shedding its skin, but from what I heard, the poj ntxoog turns from the poj ntxoog back into a person.

Well, after the friends, family, and villagers watched this poj ntxoog for 3 days and 3 nights, the poj ntxoog slowly turned into a young lady.  The young lady was said to be really beautiful, with long dark hair, but pale and bluish skin.  The lady's skin is pretty cold too to the touch.

Supposedly someone (don't know if it was the guy who found the poj ntxoog in the first place) married the lady and later, they had a perfectly normal human baby.  This lady was said to still be alive somewhere.  This was about 20 years ago.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 04, 2010, 01:53:21 PM
omg!! really.. so, why would the lady's skin be cold if the poj ntxoog has turn into a beautiful lady?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on January 04, 2010, 02:17:23 PM
I think most elders know this story, but because of the "Hmong gossip" network, the story has changed, parts are missing or added as the story goes from person to person, so nobody knows if it's true or anymore.  But this is the version I have heard.  Also, the original version I heard was supposed to be from Laos, but recently I heard someone else say that it happened to a person in Vinai, Thailand.  So who knows.  Anyway, onto the story:

Supposedly, there was this guy who went out (hunting, outhouse, whatever it was) and saw a ghost (poj ntxoob) and he caught it.  It is said that you need to hold onto the poj ntxoog's arm tight and not look away, because if you looked away or blinked, the poj ntxoog will replace its arm with a log or something and it will have run away.  Anyway, so the idea is to not look away.  I'm not sure how he got the poj ntxoog home without blinking.  Maybe he had friends with him, not sure.

So anyway, he got the poj ntxoog home and rounded up his friends and family and fellow villagers.  They dug a hole and filled it up with cow manure and put the poj ntxoog in the pit.  There were people around the whole time watching the poj ntxoog so that it couldn't replace its arm with something else and take off too.  It is said that if you put a poj ntxoog in cow manure for 3 days and 3 nights, it will turn back into a person.  I haven't heard of the shedding its skin, but from what I heard, the poj ntxoog turns from the poj ntxoog back into a person.

Well, after the friends, family, and villagers watched this poj ntxoog for 3 days and 3 nights, the poj ntxoog slowly turned into a young lady.  The young lady was said to be really beautiful, with long dark hair, but pale and bluish skin.  The lady's skin is pretty cold too to the touch.

Supposedly someone (don't know if it was the guy who found the poj ntxoog in the first place) married the lady and later, they had a perfectly normal human baby.  This lady was said to still be alive somewhere.  This was about 20 years ago.
Update:
She's now a fellow PHer living in the US of A.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 05:13:01 PM
thanks! would you have to make an offering? Like give the tree food?
No.  No need to give an offering.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 05:34:44 PM
You sure? What benefits would the tree get for protecting you?
The tree gets nothing.  It's not a take and give situation.  Look at it more as a favor.  A better way to look at it, trees aren't mobile creatures.  Live creatures, animals, are like livestock -- they have a keeper.  The trees don't (Well, they do, but not the same way as animals do.)  The trees are more like part of the habitat and have their own agenda -- they are more like bystanders.  Don't bug it and it won't bug you.  But trees provide shelter for all things, including humans.  That's why you can just ask it for shelter and it will give you shelter.

One other thing to look at -- trees don't eat.  That's why you don't give.  You only give to things that eat.

As far as giving something though, if you eat food that you packed yourself, then you shouldn't offer either.  But, on the other hand, if you are eating game that you killed, then you need to offer the keepers of the animals some before you eat.  You are taking the caregiver's livestock, so you should repay it.  In that case, it is a give and take.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 05:35:14 PM
This one happened in California, so if you know close relatives of these people, you should have already heard this one.

There was a group of hunters who went hunting.  That night, they camped out.  There was a hoot owl that landed on a dried out tree near the camp and starting "whoo whoo"-ing.  One of the guys came out of the tent to take a piss in the middle of the night.  The guy was annoyed by the owl, so he said in a low voice, "Stupid owl, gonna keep everyone up."

The owl asked the guy in Hmong, what they were doing there.  He answered that they were there hunting for deer.  The owl told the guy that they shouldn't come back.  He didn't think anything, so he went back into his tent. 

The owl kept hooting.  This time, of the guys came out, with rifles and shot at the owl.  One of them hit the owl and it fell to the ground.  When it fell though, it was as if a 50-ton boulder hit the ground.

The guys took the owl and cooked half of it on the following day.  The other half, they took home.  Anyway, they were boiling it, but no matter how long cooked it, the meat would never cook.  Well, the guys (all of the hunters) ate it.

When they came home from their hunting trip, the guy who shot the owl died.  When they looked, "it" had already pulled out his intestines through his bottom and ate it.  The rest started getting sick.  One of the guys, however, managed to take the leftover half of the owl to a monk to examine.  Immediately, the monk knew it was a phiv nyuam vaim.  The monk told the guy what to bring back to help save the guy's life.  He did, so the guy survived.  As for the other guys, it was too late.  The phiv nyuam vaim already killed them by the time the guy got back.

Anyway, what the monk told the guy was, the owl was just an object that the phiv nyuam vaim used to replace itself.  The real phiv nyuam vaim wasn't even there.  When the shooter shot the phiv nyuam vaim, the phiv nyuam vaim had already taken the guy's life.  The guy didn't even know it, that's why he was able to shoot the owl.

It is said that if you are suspicious a phiv nyuam vaim is after you, you need to take any green leaf and stick it up your bottom.  When the phiv nyuam vaim tries to take your intestines and eat it, it will see the leaf, which means that some other phiv nyuam vaim has already eaten your intestines.  It won't bother you.

Also, the thing to know about a phiv nyuam vaim is that it never comes to you on a first visit.  The actual phiv nyuam vaim never comes first.  It always sends an object as itself.  If you challenge it, it will already have had you.  But if you can defeat the first object (by the rules of nature), then it will come as a fiercer object next.  If you can defeat that second object, then you will be faced with the actual phiv nyuam vaim.  So it's the third time you face "it" is the actual phiv nyuam vaim.  In this case, the guys shot the first object only, which was an owl.  They thought they got the real thing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 06:32:17 PM
I almost forgot these ones ....

1 -----------

Remember one of my stories about a lake and a cave with the white hand waving?  Well, there is a highway which pretty much drives around most of the lake -- the lake is in the mountains and the highway is a bypass to the other side of the mountain.

Anyway, because of the altitude of the highway, during the winter, the fog would become real thick -- thick to the point where you cannot see past the front of your hood.

People say during these times, if you are driving along, you will see a lady dressed in white walking across the highway.  When it seems like you can't stop and you run over her, you just drive right through her.  Apparently she's an apparition.


2 -----------

Out in the boondocks where there are still some ranches left, there is a 4-way stop intersection.  There are a couple of houses close to the intersection.  Notably though, there is a driveway and a mailbox that is about 30 feet from the intersection.  

On late, semi-foggy nights, drivers will see a white lady in a white night robe walking up on the driveway to check mail at her mailbox.  She has long black hair down beyond her waist, and nobody can ever make out her face.

It is said that she was hit while checking her mail one semi-foggy night.


Ooooooh!  *shivers*  That one still gives me the shivers.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 04, 2010, 06:52:32 PM
It always seems there are stories regarding highway rest areas.  I'm sure most of you have heard the ones where guys are picking up one or more girls alongside the highway or at a rest area and then trying to ditch her later.  Well, this one is about a rest area also, but not about actually picking up anybody.

One of my nephew's aunts was driving home late one night from an out of town visit.  There were other people in the car too, but everybody was already asleep.  It was quite late, so the aunt was becoming tired.  They were coming up on a rest area, so she decided to stop by for a restroom break and wash her face.  Maybe that'll wake her up.

She pulled into the rest area and since the others were asleep, she went in by herself.  The place was empty.  She went and did her business in one of the stalls and came out to wash her hands and her face.  She bent down towards the sink to wash her face.  As she started to stand straight, she looked in the mirror, and she saw a person behind her.  The person she saw was all white (dead-looking), just looking straight at her via the mirror.

She gasped in striking fear, but the person disappeared as soon as she blinked.  She quickly ran out, jumped in the car, and took off.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on January 04, 2010, 11:54:48 PM
I started reading these scary stories again and was watching horror movies at the same time these past couple weeks.

Well, one night I went to bed and had to get up in the middle of the night to make my son a bottle.  I came back to sleep and the way I sleep my back was towards the closet and a little south to the closet is the bedroom door.  Well, anyways I hate sleeping knowing the door is propped wide open so I close it some so I can't see anything cause my daughter sleeps next door so I want to be able to hear her call me incase she has a bad dream or something.

Anyways...whil e I got my son's bottle and I fell asleep I heard a whisper of my daughter's voice calling me and I was like wtf I didn't hear the door open at all...I turned around and the door was still shut and it sounded as if she whispered "mommy" right behind me. When I woke up in the morning my daughter was still in bed and I asked her if she called for me in the middle of the night and she said no.  It scared the crap out of me, but I usually try not to be too scared around my kids...gotta try to be brave and not let them know im a chicken. 

So I'm thinking maybe it's because I've been watching and reading the scary stuff lately...what do you think??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on January 05, 2010, 01:40:18 AM
alright i heard this one from my pops.. he told me this a while back.
In laos, in the village that my dad lived in, there was this cave about 6-9 miles from their village.  a bunch of villagers went hunting and happen to come acrosse the cave, they saw some porcupines coming out of the cave, one of the villager decided to shoot them. He shot one of them porcupines, and every body in his hunting party heard a loud scream coming from the cave. later they came home, and the guy that shoot the poor porcupine died.. later it was said that the porcupines belong to some other spirit. 
for example just like us humans owning cattles and chickens...
but my dad told me who ever went hunting around that caves always ended up with bad luck... then during the vietnam conflict some hmong people decided to go blow up the cave's entrance. They took some nuke and nuke the entrance, and when they did that they heard screams coming from inside the cave agan..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on January 05, 2010, 01:47:07 AM
talking about capturing poj ntxoog, i got a story..
back in the old country, my great grandfather was a very skillful shaman. one day he went to the garden, as he was going there some thing or things kept throwing rocks at him, he got angry and waited and capture the ghost. he tied it to a tree with some kind of magic strings next to the water hole.. and went to do his bussinese, the next morning he went down to the water hole to kill it, but it was gone... he thought to himself i tied it pretty good how come it got away.. later that day a lady in the village told other villagers that she untied a little girl in the water hole. word got to my great gramps and he told the lady it was a poj ntxoog. but when she untied it, it transform into a little young girl.. thats why she didn't know. or is it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on January 05, 2010, 02:15:50 AM
i think this story happen in the early 1900's.. in laos there was this retarded hmong lady. maybe in her mid to late teens. she was slow in the head and you know how hmong OG'S are they are evil when it cames to retarded people or people with leprosy. well anyways her parents force her to go out to their field.  She went alone. that night she stayed at the fields and didnt come home. later on when she was about to go to sleep a tiger came and attacked her, it bite her by the neck and took of a chunk of meat but didn't eat her all. early the next moring her parents went to the garden hoping she got alot of work done, but instead they found their retarded daughter lying dead with her head barely hanging on to her body..they did her funeral.. and took her to bury.. a few days later a young guy in their village went to the  neighbor village to court some girls, he happen to go by himself, he talked to his lover late into the night and thought it was getting late i got to head home. as he was walking the trail back him he saw in the distance a lady in hmong cloths walking towards him. he could barely see her in the moonlight. "remember this is in the early 1900's so he don't gots a flash light" as he got closer he could see that the head of that person was wobbling side to side. this freak him out then he remember about the retarded girl that die just recently. he ran the other way back to his girl's village, but the retarded lady kept chasing him. he turn back to look and she got closer. he could see blood coming out of her neck and her head was wobbling as she was chasing him too. he got to his girl house and pounded on the door. her dad came and anwser and he went in all scare less... he told her dad what happen and he let him stayed the night.. they next day he gots home he told his parents what happen they did a spirit calling for him.. but  thats not the end of it.. after that incident almost every night the retarded girl would come into the village to terrorize the villagers. her head wobbling back and fourth, side to side.... all the villagers got really scare and they all left that village.. i think remains of that village can still be found. its was told to me that it was between the border of laos and vietnam..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 05, 2010, 10:26:37 AM
i think this story happen in the early 1900's.. in laos there was this retarded hmong lady. maybe in her mid to late teens. she was slow in the head and you know how hmong OG'S are they are evil when it cames to retarded people or people with leprosy. well anyways her parents force her to go out to their field.  She went alone. that night she stayed at the fields and didnt come home. later on when she was about to go to sleep a tiger came and attacked her, it bite her by the neck and took of a chunk of meat but didn't eat her all. early the next moring her parents went to the garden hoping she got alot of work done, but instead they found their retarded daughter lying dead with her head barely hanging on to her body..they did her funeral.. and took her to bury.. a few days later a young guy in their village went to the  neighbor village to court some girls, he happen to go by himself, he talked to his lover late into the night and thought it was getting late i got to head home. as he was walking the trail back him he saw in the distance a lady in hmong cloths walking towards him. he could barely see her in the moonlight. "remember this is in the early 1900's so he don't gots a flash light" as he got closer he could see that the head of that person was wobbling side to side. this freak him out then he remember about the retarded girl that die just recently. he ran the other way back to his girl's village, but the retarded lady kept chasing him. he turn back to look and she got closer. he could see blood coming out of her neck and her head was wobbling as she was chasing him too. he got to his girl house and pounded on the door. her dad came and anwser and he went in all scare less... he told her dad what happen and he let him stayed the night.. they next day he gots home he told his parents what happen they did a spirit calling for him.. but  thats not the end of it.. after that incident almost every night the retarded girl would come into the village to terrorize the villagers. her head wobbling back and fourth, side to side.... all the villagers got really scare and they all left that village.. i think remains of that village can still be found. its was told to me that it was between the border of laos and vietnam..
that one freak me out!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on January 05, 2010, 09:54:03 PM
the last time we went to J4, when we returned, I told my husband to stop at a rest area so he could sleep. After he rest, we can continue cause he was falling asleep. It was night too when we made our way back home. He would not stop. He kept on passing all the rest area. I told him I was worried about him falling asleep behind the wheel and i kept insisting that we should stop. We kinda got into an argument. He wouldn't tell me why he didn't want to stop. Once we got home, he told me about haunted rest area. He didn't want to say it while we were still on the road.

Some of the rest areas from St. Paul, MN to SE WI were haunted. It's ok to rest in daylight but not at night. Once you open the door, it was like inviting the lost soul there in. If you drive a van and you have kids in the back, after stopping at the rest area, the children will keep saying there's not enough room for them. That's cause the lost soul is sitting next to the children and it's getting squishy. Some will see a dead corpse in the back if they look in the rear view mirror. It will sometime get attach to that person, making them sick, hallucination, etc.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 06, 2010, 10:46:58 AM
genuinely, what if were were pretending to be scared only to make these story scaries...

LOL.would you really do that?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 06, 2010, 11:02:32 AM
i'll contribute a story...it's not like one of my usual ones...

a long time ago, there was this girl named joua moua. she was the only daughter in her family. she was a strange girl to begin with, always a loner and never talked much to anyone. she didn't have any close friends, but she was always friendly. also, she always wore a green hmong scarf around her neck.

this boy named peng xiong lived in the same village as joua. he grew up with her and always had a secret crush on her. he found her solitude sexy and mysterious. he also thought her green scarf was stylish tho everyone else thought it was odd. now in their teens, pang decided he'd make a move on her and see if she had the same interest he had for her. he started visiting her late at night and talking to her through the crack of her wooden house. he even composed a song from a blade of leaf for her. one day pang decided to ask her why she always wore a green scarf around her neck, even when it was hot outside. she said when the time came, she'd tell him. he thought it was a bit strange too, but he thought to himself, whatever, i love her and i'll just remove it on our honeymoon.  ;)

 time passed on and they fell in love. they eventually got married. during their honeymoon, pang tried to remove her screen scare but she wouldn't let him. he thought it was wierd but again, he didn't need her neck for the love making so he stoppe with the scarf. after many tries, it was clear that joua couldn't have any kids. but being a good husband peng decided not to get a second wife and just wanted to spend the rest of his days with her. many more years passed and they became old. joua was sick and in her deathbed, she called for her husband peng to come to her side. she held his hand and said, you've always wondered why i wear this green scarf..i will tell you know. she slowly unravelled the green scarf from her neck and as soon as the scarf came off her head fell to the ground.

this is a true story. if you are a xiong or a moua and lived in laos, in the small village jamoukai between the borders of laos and france, you would know of this story.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 06, 2010, 01:26:04 PM
whew. ok, i've finally caught up.

here is my extensive review of these new authors...

lady k, he's an interesting fellow. some of his stories are up to par with the goosebumb series by R. L. Stein. the rest are just like midocre fright stories that you can find on the internet meant to be told at camp. a part of me feels that his stories are just a way for him to reminesce about the ex wife cuz dang he mentiones her a lot. lol. perhaps it's theraputic for him to tell stories and include her in there. altho not all his stories mention her, but it seems his "best" ones include her. i give him props for his diagrams, shows effort and adds an aspect of "realism."
Quite a different perspective on your part.  And believe all you want, but the stories that I've told (not authored) are true stories that either
1) happened to me,
2) happened to a person close to me, or
3) was told to me by a person who experienced it.

Although you seem fascinated by the fact that a lot of my stories mentioned my ex-, it has no revelations as to how you believe I am reminiscing about her.  If I were in fact reminiscing, would I choose PH to do it?  You need to rethink your therapeutic philosophy.

And, my diagrams serve as visual aides, as it is difficult and even redundant to try and tell a story without these diagrams.  If you paid attention, you'll see that I only use the diagrams when it serves to move the story along.

Overall, whether you think my stories are true or not is not the overall mission of my contributions to this thread.  The scariness of the stories I tell are also not dependent on my telling, but rather, the actual events.  Take it with a grain of salt.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 06, 2010, 03:10:06 PM
a long time ago, in a remote and small hmong village named poonai there was this girl named nkauj. she was pretty, fair skinned, long dainty femme fingernails, she was a good girl...the kind you wouldn't mind for a wife.

her bf was this man by the name of zeb. he was ugly, but manly and knew how to sweet talk to the ladies. he was poor but a hardworker. his village was 2 days walk from nkauj's village. so after visiting her, he tells her that he has to go back home now and he plans to work hard making hmong knives (cuz he was good at making knives) to sell and doing other odd jobs so that he can save up to come back and marry her. he said he loved her very much and asked her to wait for him for 6 months until he returned. it would be a long wait, but after 6 months they'd be together for always.

zeb returns home, made his knives sold them. as the months rolled by he made enough money to pay for his wife's dowry. as he was preparing to leave on the last day of the sixth month when the wheats and the rice were ready to be harvested, his mother became ill. his father asked him to stay and take care of his mother cuz he was the only child and his father needed his help at home. he told his father that nkauj would be waiting for him, but his father guilt tripped him to stay.


so he stayed and the days became weeks and weeks became months and his mother got better. he then decided to make the journey to pick up his wife nkauj. he got to her village and things seemed out of place. it seemed abandonned, houses were poorly maintained, pigs and chickens were out of their pens roaming freely. he went to nkauj's house and she greeted him. she was pale and looked sickly but she smiled and hugged him and said she missed him. she didn't think he would come back. he apologized and explained his situation.

they had makeup sex. she tried to make him some food but it was just rotten worms and dirt. he thought it was wierd and said he'd go fishing and bring them some fresh food later. he went fishing and he fell down this ridge sliding onto some hmong ppl walking by. he scared the bajeezus out of them and they said to him are u a ghost or a man. he said of course a man. and they say really? i had to ask cuz this area is haunted. he said really? by whom? she said by the ghost of this girl named nkauj. he said really? my gf is named nkauj and she lives over there. they said OMG, ur gf died months ago and the village got abandonned cuz she was haunting it.

of course he didn't believe her. so he went back home with the fish he caught to his gf. she started to cook it and apparently she forgot some hot pepper from across the room. and when she didn't think was looking, while he was washing his face, she stretched her long arm to grab the peppers. zeb saw this in the water he was washing in and got really crepped out.

later that night when he slept next to her, he felt she was very cold. he realized she was probably dead and the ghost the hmong ppl told him about. so he told her he was gonna go pee. she says hurry up, don't leave me or i will come find you. he tells her i won't leave u, i love you. as a sign of trust, i'll tie this string to ur hand and i'll tie it to my hand too so u know i'lm still outside. as he goes out, he takes his gourd with water with him and ties the other end of the string to a tree and places the gourd on a brach so that it dripped slowly like he was peeing.

he then ran for his life. the ghost thought he took too long and went to investigate and found that he was gone. she was mad...so she chased him. he ran and ran and she nearly caught up to him, but he made it to a nearby village. he pounded on the door and found refuge. the village monk was summoned and was able to ward off his dead gf nkauj.

after he made it home, they changed his name so that his gf wouldn't be able to find him and take his spirit. one day after many years, his friends invite him to go hunting. since the incident he had lived a secluded life so he decided eh why not. so he goes hunting and they split up. the sun fell and his friends started to search for him to go home. they call him by his new name Dr. Tom, but no one answered. they try a few more times and thn they say strange he doesn't answer. maybe he's not used to his name yet and think we are talking about the real Dr. Tom, so they call his old name Zeb. as soon as they did this, his gf heard his name and took his spirit away. all they ever found was his dead body.

THE END.

hope you like it.

it's a true story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on January 06, 2010, 03:32:14 PM
 ;D :D :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 06, 2010, 03:46:21 PM
you guys ever heard of hmong ghost story part I?

quick synopsis, he's a young scholar and he falls in love with this ghost. let me know if you have interest to hear this story??

i will include diagrams...wel l no promises. this one might be too long to retell. u might just have to watch it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 06, 2010, 03:51:57 PM
Oh please ::) ::) ::)
Hey, the Hunnay is back.   ;) :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 06, 2010, 03:54:20 PM
i brought hunnay back. woo hoo.  :) so easy to get her to smile.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Zongta on January 06, 2010, 05:58:15 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on January 07, 2010, 10:13:52 AM
Can a mod please clean this thread up?  It's digressing exponentially   ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on January 07, 2010, 10:28:47 AM
Finally caught up.. some stories are lacking but keep them coming so I can kill more time at work  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:25:30 AM
   Hmong people will always be Hmong people. Fighting and than playing again, just like little kids. Well yeah, just keep the goodies coming. Debating is a good way to show your knowledge but debating on little issues only prove how big you are. Sometimes most of us have to learn that the hard way, save your argument for something else more important later to come. This is just a chill room for folks like us all to relax and ease our mind from heavy headaches.

   I appreciate genuinely's thought and comments on everyone. We'll wait how genuinely play in here.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:30:29 AM
   Zongta, that will be one freaky halloween custom. I've always imagine someone dresses in Hmong traditional cloths with scary painted face and than someone else dress as a tiger, than the tiger walk in front and the Hmong cloths scary painted face person walk behind the tiger holding it's tail. That will be a very freaky as heck view for the OGs. Heart attack!.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:33:08 AM
Have anyone ever heard the story of why Hmong Lee can't wear red clothing?. And why the Yang can't eat hearts?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 07, 2010, 12:16:25 PM
Have anyone ever heard the story of why Hmong Lee can't wear red clothing?. And why the Yang can't eat hearts?.

no please tell.  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LoneStar on January 07, 2010, 12:31:04 PM

The "Yang heart" story was already shared.  Although, I cannot recall is I read it here in this thread or another one...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 07, 2010, 12:58:11 PM
Have anyone ever heard the story of why Hmong Lee can't wear red clothing?. And why the Yang can't eat hearts?.
There is already another thread in a different post.  Go there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on January 07, 2010, 01:02:00 PM
   Zongta, that will be one freaky halloween custom. I've always imagine someone dresses in Hmong traditional cloths with scary painted face and than someone else dress as a tiger, than the tiger walk in front and the Hmong cloths scary painted face person walk behind the tiger holding it's tail. That will be a very freaky as heck view for the OGs. Heart attack!.


 ;D ;D ;D that would be EVIL! But definately worth it!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on January 07, 2010, 01:34:24 PM
Finally caught up.. some stories are lacking but keep them coming so I can kill more time at work

i knew i wasn't the only one doing this, i feel alot better now
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sylliye on January 07, 2010, 05:17:50 PM
ahhhh I love this thread... Love all the stories... keep em coming =D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sylliye on January 07, 2010, 05:20:00 PM
Finally caught up.. some stories are lacking but keep them coming so I can kill more time at work

i knew i wasn't the only one doing this, i feel alot better now



hahah me too... this kills my time @ work. Hopefully they don't find out and block this site. I've enjoyed these great stories. =D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:34:46 PM
Part II

Sorry ladies and gentlemen, let my finish my unfinish story of two teenage boy who drove from California all the way to Minnesota just to see a girl that one of the boy has been talking with on the phone.

When they were coming back home the second boy was relief but later added to his concerns his friend wasn't acting much like himself. The first half way was fine, than when they stop talking for a moment (a pause) the first boy started talking in a totally different language. Not only did the second boy just not understanding his friend, the second boy's voice has change completely as well.

The second boy pulled the car over to the side off an highway because he was at most shock and confuse. He try to pull some courage together and than finally ask his friend "Dude! what are you saying?", the first boy snap and said "Whay are we pulled over, is there a cop behind us?". The second boy didn't know what or how to respond back but just started driving again. Midway through the trip the first boy fell asleep, the second boy just cruising listening to the radio trying to stay awake than all of a sudden the first boy woke-up and grab the second boy's arm and make the second boy jump and almost lost control of the wheel but manage to stay focuse during the incedent.

The second boy again didn't know what is going on because his friend has never play these kind of pranks on him ever before. Angryly he yell at the first boy "What are you doing man?, trying to get us both killed?". The first boy snap out of it again and asked "What's going on man?". The second boy didn't even want to answer the question, he's thinking that the first boy is playing a prank on him, maybe. Either way the second boy is now mad but most more likely he is scare out of his skin.

It was quite during the rest of the way, the sun is now starting to float up and it's getting bright enough to see inside the car. The second boy remember when his friend grab his arm back than, his friend's hand was as cold as ice. Just as when he was thinking about it he turn to see if his friend was sleeping okay. The first boy's head was hanging down in front of him like he's drunk instead of a more sleeping with the head turn to the side sort of position. The second boy decided to wake his friend up since they're almost home. He tried braking a bit hard fisrt to test if his friend is still really deep dreaming or is he almost at the waking up stage to where he can feel jerk of movement but it didn't work. So he try beeping the horn and didn't work either. He reach over to smack his friend in the forehead and his friend was still sleeping or is he. The second boy notice how stiff and how cold his friend's forehead is than he realize it.

Rushing all the way home crying and trembling and all, he tried his very best to explain it to his old people about what had happened but couldn't make it out untill hours later when he finally kind of calm down. They did a jingle bell and found out that the first boy was already dead when he left the cemetary, and that it was a fake soul that came into the car with the first boy's body. Everybody yelled at the second boy for being so stupid, not dragging his friend home instead of waiting in the car but that's all they can do now is yell at him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:47:38 PM
I heard stories that Hmong Lee can't wear red because back when Hmong and Chinese are at war, the Hmong's clothing is black and the chinese's clothing is red. The rest of the Hmong is okay with the color after the war but with grudge the Lee clan banned the color of their enemy to be worn by any of thier own.

I also heard that because of the war, some Lee black magic men did some black magic that consists demons to attack and kill people that they hate and they set the demons to kill anyone and/or anybody who wears the color red. So they banned every Lee clan family members from wearing it so that the demons won't accidently mistake them for the enemy. And that because most of the black magicians die in battles during the war they never did reverse the curse so it still is going on today.

I don't know but the OGs said that if a Lee now a day wears any kind of red clothing than maybe the demon might not be as powerful as to kill him/her (maily the men because the girls change their last name when they get married) but him/her will be very bad luck as to if you are a Lee and you wear red, you'll be more likely to get hurt in activities that won't even seem dangerous. And you'll be poor, loosing what you treasure and gaining what you hate the most. Anybody heard of anything similar?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:54:01 PM
juxwendy sound like she's going to try out the custome next year . . . take pictures! . . . nah just kidding, Hmong people said that use Hmong can't pretend to be dead or to be one of the dead walking because of our traditional background is very strong and it well upset those that we are mocking of and things won't be pretty
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:54:53 PM
just like in one of Bee Monkey's movie when he was trying to hang himself and saw what he didn't want to see
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:56:26 PM
This is going to be the all in one thread but still most ghost stories. I am taking over page 95.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 07, 2010, 11:57:10 PM
genuinely said my story are more like scary jokes . . . ha ha ha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 08, 2010, 12:20:55 AM
Some Yangs can't wear red either. According to my friend, her mom said the color brings bad luck.

And I'll post the story of Hmoob Yaj caiv plaw in the clan history thread, pretty interesting to listen to.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on January 08, 2010, 04:46:10 PM
juxwendy sound like she's going to try out the custome next year . . . take pictures! . . . nah just kidding, Hmong people said that use Hmong can't pretend to be dead or to be one of the dead walking because of our traditional background is very strong and it well upset those that we are mocking of and things won't be pretty


If that's true then they need to BAN all hmong MOVIES that are scary.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 11, 2010, 10:50:58 AM
Hmong people said that use Hmong can't pretend to be dead or to be one of the dead walking because of our traditional background is very strong and it well upset those that we are mocking of and things won't be pretty
Almost correct ... but like they say, "Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades."

Hmong people cannot be portrayed as dead and use his or her own name.  As they say, "Dab ruam, neej ntse."  The spirits only know what you tell them.  If you say "such and such person is dead," the spirits will come and get them.  But if you assume a character's name (which is different from your given name), then you can act dead.

Another "no-no" is to climb into a coffin and play dead.  I don't know what happens to the people who have done that for movies, so I can't comment on the outcomes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 11, 2010, 12:04:10 PM
Lady-k, you seem to know a whole lot about all these supernatural paranormal myths. You show little respect at first but I guess you're learning. They said never judge a book by it's cover but in here we all don't have a book cover so most likely we judge the book by it's story and the way it tells the story. The point is we shouldn't be judging at all to begin with, just read and enjoy the ideas and knowledge of other who's welling to share any.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 11, 2010, 12:04:51 PM
juxwendy, you make that pug look so good
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 11, 2010, 12:05:04 PM
and I am not talking food wise either
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 11, 2010, 01:54:18 PM
Lady-k, you seem to know a whole lot about all these supernatural paranormal myths. You show little respect at first but I guess you're learning. They said never judge a book by it's cover but in here we all don't have a book cover so most likely we judge the book by it's story and the way it tells the story. The point is we shouldn't be judging at all to begin with, just read and enjoy the ideas and knowledge of other who's welling to share any.
LOL ... I do know a lot ... that's cause I hang with the elders.  But to comment on the judging the book by its cover ... I believe it was you who judged me, not I you.  I merely stated that tellers of these stories on this post, should take the care to, at least, write so that the rest can understand the story without having to sift through grammatical and spelling errors.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on January 11, 2010, 10:26:11 PM
whew. ok, i've finally caught up.

here is my extensive review of these new authors...

lady k, he's an interesting fellow. some of his stories are up to par with the goosebumb series by R. L. Stein. the rest are just like midocre fright stories that you can find on the internet meant to be told at camp. a part of me feels that his stories are just a way for him to reminesce about the ex wife cuz dang he mentiones her a lot. lol. perhaps it's theraputic for him to tell stories and include her in there. altho not all his stories mention her, but it seems his "best" ones include her. i give him props for his diagrams, shows effort and adds an aspect of "realism."

havorcrazy, a long time author, but his stories are always too far fetched and unbelieveable. i found it funny that when he felt offended by lady k, his stories actually made more sense cuz he actually spent the time to re-read and edit his stories for grammar and spelling errors. he doesn't really tell scary stories, at most i'd say they are "scary" jokes.

whiteboy, he seems to be a new character. his stories seems to involve the outdoors a lot. to me, it seems that his friends lied to him and tricked him. i mean fishing and catching a body? yet, no cops have been called and yet his friends belieiving him? soundslike a weak mind to me. but oh well.

as for the hmong ladies who read these forums. LMAO! you entertain me the most with your chickeness. you get scared going to the bathroom. lol. sounds like y'all get scared at the most little thing, even with ur hubby at your side.

some stories about haunted rest areas and what not, that's explained by hallucinations . stories about catching furry animals and stuff and killing cats and what not. sounds to me like cases of animal cruelty. catching poj nxtoog and tieing them up and urinating on them and marrying them...sounds like some sick kinky fantasy. i wouldn't be surprised if these ol G's who tell u these stories meant little girl when they said poj ntxoog, what sickos.

I guess... But you know how story is told. It's just like that game, by the time it gets to the last person, it seems to be different and change. It's hard to tell other people experience because it just seems to be a story. My story is not story, it's about me and what experience (if you had read some of my experience). Like I said in my post, that it started with a simple fever. To open my mind to see what I see. I still see it nowadays. But hey! They don't bother me. What scares me the most is the dark shadowy one. How bout you? Tell us some of your experience what you've seen. Seems to me you just telling other people o story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 12, 2010, 10:54:11 AM
People just scare themselves. Unfortunately, I have no experiences to share.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on January 12, 2010, 06:28:36 PM
can someone translate the story above in english  :-[
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on January 12, 2010, 06:48:04 PM
But I don't know how to read in hmong  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 12, 2010, 07:28:25 PM
im having a hard time reading in hmoob.. sucks.. im not gettin it!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 12, 2010, 07:28:40 PM
hunnaydew- i would be freak out!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 12, 2010, 09:07:43 PM
Kuv tsis kam txhais lus rau neb nawb.
why??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on January 12, 2010, 10:18:47 PM
But you understand Hmong, right?

I can speak and understand hmong, jux can't read it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 12, 2010, 10:48:38 PM
Mob mob taub hau li os.
its ok los mas.. sounds kinda scary so i guess i wont need to finsih the rest.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 12, 2010, 10:58:20 PM
The end is like one of those Korean stories--not so happy but memorable.

What you have so far is just part 1.
so then ur saying ur gonna write up part 2?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 13, 2010, 12:03:17 AM
Partial translation of Reporter's story  ;)

Puag thaum ub ov, muaj ib tug Txiv Nuj Toog zoo zoo nraug thiab txawj txawj qeeg lau. Ces nws yuav tau Maum Nkauj Xyu los ua nws tus poj niam. Long time ago there was one Mr. Nou Tong, he was really really handsome and skilled in qeej. Then he bought Ms. Gao Shue to become his wife.

Nkawv sib sib hlub ov. Sib sib hlub thiab Txiv Nuj Toog mus tshuab qeej laim txwb txias rau teb chaws, ua ua nws lub npe nrog thoob ntiaj teb thiab qaum ntuj tib si lawm.   They really really loved each other then Mr. Nou Tong went to play the qeej coolly for the land and then his name was heard all over the world.

Ces dab teb los kuj hnov txog nws thiab lau. Yom. Well the ghost world heard about him too. Okay.

Ces muaj ib hnub nws cia li mob nthawv nthav lau. Well there was one day he just suddenly hurted.

Maum Nkauj Xyu ua neeb hu plig npaum li cas los kho tsis tau li lawm. Now matter how much Ms. Gao Shue soul-called, it could not fix it at all.

Ces Txiv Nuj Toog tuag lau. Txiv Nuj Toog tuag tas, ntiaj teb tuaj ua ntees pam Txiv Nuj Toog tau peb hnub peb hmos. Tab sis zoo li nws tej nqaij tawv tsis lwj li. After Mr. Nou Tong died, the world came to conduct funeral rites for Mr. Nou Tong for 3 days and 3 nights. But it seemed like his flesh was not decaying.

Maum Nkauj Xyu thiaj xav tias ntshe yuav tsis yog tuag tiag pob. No ces. Ms. Gao Shue then thought maybe he's not really dead. Here well.

Ces thaum zej zog coj Txiv Nuj Toog lub cev mus faus tas, sawv daws nqa hlau thiab taum txhob tig rov qab lawm ov. Tab sis Maum Nkau Xyu nkaum kiag ntawm ib tsob ntoo zov. Well after the village took Mr. Nou Tong's body to bury, everyone carried hoes and sang not to turn back around. However, Ms. Gao Shue immediately hid in a tree watching . . .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hnubciyaj on January 13, 2010, 02:20:23 AM
Partial translation of Reporter's story  ;)

Puag thaum ub ov, muaj ib tug Txiv Nuj Toog zoo zoo nraug thiab txawj txawj qeeg lau. Ces nws yuav tau Maum Nkauj Xyu los ua nws tus poj niam. Long time ago there was one Mr. Nou Tong, he was really really handsome and skilled in qeej. Then he bought Ms. Gao Shue to become his wife.

Nkawv sib sib hlub ov. Sib sib hlub thiab Txiv Nuj Toog mus tshuab qeej laim txwb txias rau teb chaws, ua ua nws lub npe nrog thoob ntiaj teb thiab qaum ntuj tib si lawm.   They really really loved each other then Mr. Nou Tong went to play the qeej coolly for the land and then his name was heard all over the world.

Ces dab teb los kuj hnov txog nws thiab lau. Yom. Well the ghost world heard about him too. Okay.

Ces muaj ib hnub nws cia li mob nthawv nthav lau. Well there was one day he just suddenly hurted.

Maum Nkauj Xyu ua neeb hu plig npaum li cas los kho tsis tau li lawm. Now matter how much Ms. Gao Shue soul-called, it could not fix it at all.

Ces Txiv Nuj Toog tuag lau. Txiv Nuj Toog tuag tas, ntiaj teb tuaj ua ntees pam Txiv Nuj Toog tau peb hnub peb hmos. Tab sis zoo li nws tej nqaij tawv tsis lwj li. Then Mr. died. After Mr. Nou Tong died, the world came to conduct funeral rites for Mr. Nou Tong for 3 days and 3 nights. But it seemed like his flesh was not decaying.

Maum Nkauj Xyu thiaj xav tias ntshe yuav tsis yog tuag tiag pob. No ces. Ms. Gao Shue then thought maybe he's not really dead. Here well.

Ces thaum zej zog coj Txiv Nuj Toog lub cev mus faus tas, sawv daws nqa hlau thiab taum txhob tig rov qab lawm ov. Tab sis Maum Nkau Xyu nkaum kiag ntawm ib tsob ntoo zov. Well after the village took Mr. Nou Tong's body to bury, everyone carried hoes and sang not to turn back around. However, Ms. Gao Shue immediately hid in a tree watching . . .




hey i think i have seen a hmong people like tat too but it pretty old...so the movie is based on a true story aye? wow i like tat movie...but i dnt know where it is lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 13, 2010, 08:47:49 AM
JaS,

If you turn it into English, you've lost all the juicy sounds and the special effects of the Hmong story.

lol. i do agree that written in hmong it has all the sounds of effects.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 13, 2010, 08:54:33 AM
alam shibber dukah

abizar godash imehm body fak, som portay ibiksih domah al bor at. kanot into shimize ay al do bar. kibo amtaya porka isa mon. do to jo koh ari dim hat lao. kizuni au jai may pon lam ai jo phat. ni shi wi fun yo takesh no pablo.

ish my fin la.

(sorry no translation).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on January 13, 2010, 09:20:46 AM
Puag thaum ub ov, muaj ib tug Txiv Nuj Toog zoo zoo nraug thiab txawj txawj qeeg lau. Ces nws yuav tau Maum Nkauj Xyu los ua nws tus poj niam.

Nkawv sib sib hlub ov. Sib sib hlub thiab Txiv Nuj Toog mus tshuab qeej laim txwb txias rau teb chaws, ua ua nws lub npe nrog thoob ntiaj teb thiab qaum ntuj tib si lawm. 

Ces dab teb los kuj hnov txog nws thiab lau. Yom.

Ces muaj ib hnub nws cia li mob nthawv nthav lau.

Maum Nkauj Xyu ua neeb hu plig npaum li cas los kho tsis tau li lawm.

Ces Txiv Nuj Toog tuag lau. Txiv Nuj Toog tuag tas, ntiaj teb tuaj ua ntees pam Txiv Nuj Toog tau peb hnub peb hmos. Tab sis zoo li nws tej nqaij tawv tsis lwj li.

Maum Nkauj Xyu thiaj xav tias ntshe yuav tsis yog tuag tiag pob. No ces.

Ces thaum zej zog coj Txiv Nuj Toog lub cev mus faus tas, sawv daws nqa hlau thiab taum txhob tig rov qab lawm ov. Tab sis Maum Nkau Xyu nkaum kiag ntawm ib tsob ntoo zov.

Zov zov ib hnub tsaus ntuj zuag kiag xwb, ces ua cas hnov tuaj ib nthw cua txias zias ntawm Maum Nkauj Xyu ib sab mus rau tom Txiv Nuj Toog lub ntxa lawm, ua Maum Nkauj Xyu xob pob kiag tshee na.

Ces Maum Nkauj Xyu txawm xauj tom ib sab ntoo mus rau tom lub ntxa no ua cas pom tsib tug poj ntxoog los fawb lwb loo lub ntxa pem toj rau nram had. 

"Nuj Toog yuas Nuj Toog e," ib lub suab hais. 
"Txog koj caij koj nyoog lawm laiv,
Koj los ua peb tug, peb cov ov.
Koj lub cev tig kom av nkoj hlo;

Cia li sawv tsees hlo los nrog peb mus hmo no mog."

Maum Nkauj Xyu tseem tshee na saib no ua cas cov av faus tshiab khiv ntawm lub ntsa cia li swb hlo ped, nphau hlos nrad;
Ntxa av tawg pleb hlo, txaws yaws rau ob sab.  Txiv Nuj Toog cia li sawv tsees nchos loo cev, nyob tug  niag txhav qhi.

Tsib tug poj ntxoog sib law rau tom hav zoov, ces Txiv Nuj Toog cia li tig loo raws lawm lau.

Ces Maum Nkauj Xyu ua siab tawv qhawv lawv hlo qab mus, tsawv nkaus Txiv Nuj Toog lub tw tsho, dai lias.

Txiv Nuj Toog tsis tig saib, tab sis seev tias,

"Me pos yuas me pos,
Koj txhob khuam khuam, chob chob
Kuv me ris me tsho os mog,
Nyab tsam kuv me ris me tsho ntuag mog.

Kuv twb tso kuv me Maum Nkauj Xyu
Tus siab loj siab zoo, tus dai siab lug
Rov tom qab lawm es, sib nrug;
Nyab tsam kuv me ris me tsho ntuag to qhov;
Ho tsis muaj twg xaws kuv tsho os mog,
Me pos yuas me pos."

Maum Nkauj Xyus tsis teb. Txawm  nyob ntsiag to twj ywm xwb.

Ces sib law raws tsib tug poj ntxoog plaub hau ntev rau tom xub tsuag lawm.



 

So? Did Maum Nkauj Xyus get him back?  Did she end up dipping him in cow poop?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on January 13, 2010, 12:43:30 PM
Why should I tell you the end first? This is not a news story where the hard lead gets on the front of the article.

Well then get to work!   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 13, 2010, 03:52:47 PM
Yep, I like stories told in Hmong better too. Much scarier  >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on January 13, 2010, 09:24:27 PM
This is one my uncle told me:
This was during the war.
His father died when he was little and then his mother died when he was a teenager and since he didn't have much left in the world, he went and joined the military. Well after he completed his training, they offered to send him off to a different camp. He was okay with it since he wanted to see the world and get more pay. That night, he dreamt of his mother and she warned him not to go, to stay where he was at. Morning comes and he tells his commanding officer he changed his mind, he had to take care of some stuff first. So he stayed behind and the other guys who volunteered left in the truck. A day later, he got the news that the everyone who was in the truck died because they were gunned down. He thanked his mom for saving him and has listened to his dreams ever since. He told me to be wary of dreaming bad cus foreshadows a bad future.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hnubciyaj on January 14, 2010, 02:21:25 AM
Who says it's a movie? It's a story, still has to be told orally. But I just turned it into writing because of the net.

Opps i supposed to say tat i have seen hmong people had made tat movie before...i watched it when i was a little kid but i dnt know where is the movie is coz it pretty old...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IH8MyEx on January 14, 2010, 02:26:59 PM
During the summer I was in Madison WI for a funeral and later on that night my Uncles invited us back to spend the night at his house. It was nice of my Uncle but I had other plans since I hardly visit Madison. Earlier that day I contacted a girl I met a few months before this trip. The girl had invited me to spend the night at her place and that we should go catch a movie together. So i told my Pop & Uncle that i won't be spending the night with them because some old friends has invited me to hang out and spend the night at their place.

So i arrived at the girl's house and her younger sister was over because she was going to babysit her son (4 years old). She introduced me to her sister then we left for the movie.

After the movie and dinner we came back and her sister took off because it was getting late. So we popped in a movie and cuddle on the sofa... Some how i fell asleep and was awaken by a noise (cat like) coming from the kitchen and someone digging through the trash bin. I reach inside my pocket and pulled out my phone to use it as some sort of light to see who was in the kitchen but i still couldn't see anything.  I then decided to roll off the sofa and whisper out who was there and in an instant a white blur bolted out the kitchen window. At that moment i knew what was up and was spooked... so i grabbed my shirt, wallet, keys, and slipped on my shoes and ran out to the car.

Later on that morning the girl texted me why i left so early and didn't say good bye. I lied to her that my Pop called me that morning and i had to leave. Then i finally build up the courage to ask her if her son was up in the middle of the night in the kitchen. Her response was it couldn't be him because he was sleeping next to her the whole night. So i told her that i heard some noise coming from the kitchen and just thought it would be him. Well, she finally told me the truth that about a year ago her parents rented the house to a Hmong family and one of the daughter passed away so the family moved out. After her divorced she needed a place to stay for the time being so she asked her parents if she could move in until she finds a place of her own.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on January 15, 2010, 01:59:34 AM
Yikes  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 15, 2010, 08:20:34 AM
During the summer I was in Madison WI for a funeral and later on that night my Uncles invited us back to spend the night at his house. It was nice of my Uncle but I had other plans since I hardly visit Madison. Earlier that day I contacted a girl I met a few months before this trip. The girl had invited me to spend the night at her place and that we should go catch a movie together. So i told my Pop & Uncle that i won't be spending the night with them because some old friends has invited me to hang out and spend the night at their place.

So i arrived at the girl's house and her younger sister was over because she was going to babysit her son (4 years old). She introduced me to her sister then we left for the movie.

After the movie and dinner we came back and her sister took off because it was getting late. So we popped in a movie and cuddle on the sofa... Some how i fell asleep and was awaken by a noise (cat like) coming from the kitchen and someone digging through the trash bin. I reach inside my pocket and pulled out my phone to use it as some sort of light to see who was in the kitchen but i still couldn't see anything.  I then decided to roll off the sofa and whisper out who was there and in an instant a white blur bolted out the kitchen window. At that moment i knew what was up and was spooked... so i grabbed my shirt, wallet, keys, and slipped on my shoes and ran out to the car.

Later on that morning the girl texted me why i left so early and didn't say good bye. I lied to her that my Pop called me that morning and i had to leave. Then i finally build up the courage to ask her if her son was up in the middle of the night in the kitchen. Her response was it couldn't be him because he was sleeping next to her the whole night. So i told her that i heard some noise coming from the kitchen and just thought it would be him. Well, she finally told me the truth that about a year ago her parents rented the house to a Hmong family and one of the daughter passed away so the family moved out. After her divorced she needed a place to stay for the time being so she asked her parents if she could move in until she finds a place of her own.

interesting. thanks for sharing. just curious, is she your ex?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on January 15, 2010, 10:45:47 AM
it's been awhile since i've shared some stories. here are a couple of mines.


i don't know if you guys got that one text about don't answer a phone call from laos or whatever? it's been going around since last week or something. well, anyway, one of my niece's SIL recieved a text msg like that. well, her hubby saw it and he quickly turned it off. the SIL asked her hubby what was it. he just said it was nothing and for her to go sleep. she couldn't go back to sleep so she just laid there with the lights dimmed low. because her hubby was going back to sleep, she didn't want to bother him. she was looking for comfort so she stared at one of her stuff animals. for some reason, that stuff animal gives her comfort. well, that night, it didn't. the more she kept looking at it, the more it started to get a little freaky. she got scared and turned away from it. just a few minutes after that, the room got cold and she felt a prescence in the room. all of a sudden, whatever that was in the room just sat on her. She was struggling very hard and eventually, it got off of her but didn't quite leave the room. She woke up her husband and told him to put his feet next to her incase that thing came back. instead of doing what she asked, he got into an argument with her. mad at each other, they slept apart from each other. as they both continued to lay there,  her hubby started to tell her how uncomfortable the room was getting.   they didn't know what was the cause of it but the SIL realized that everything started happneing right after they recieved the text msg. She asked what was in the text msg. He finally told her about the text.   She thought that since it was a "chain letter" they should send it out. they did, of course, and after they sent it, they felt the room brighter and more safe.




one of my friend's told me about that curse. she said that it happened about two years ago and that it is true. people have claimed that it has taken a few lives and it's targeting more towards GVP because he wantted to overthrow laos. i don'tknow if it's actually true but she claims it! so beware!!!!!!


i got the text too but i deleted it.




Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IH8MyEx on January 15, 2010, 11:23:36 AM
interesting. thanks for sharing. just curious, is she your ex?
Your welcome! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. No, she's not my ex.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on January 15, 2010, 11:43:54 AM
I had an aunt pass away not too long ago after she suffered many illnesses.  My parents flew here for the funeral and since I was the only child in the area, I chauffeured them to their destination in a different city.  Later in the evening, since it was too dark and late to drive, my parents forbade me from making the two hour trip home alone.  My parents went and slept at a maternal uncle’s home while I decided to sleep over with my cousins after the first day's service ended.  I figured my cousins were going through a tough time and I wanted to be there with them.  Since they were Christians, there was no one over to zov hmo.  It was just my uncle, my cousins, and myself. 

That night after staying up late chatting and catching up,  I decided to share a bed with my second oldest cousin in her room since she had the space.  She was my aunt’s favorite daughter because she was a home body and always listened to her mom.  She took really good care of my aunt thru her days of dialysis and surgeries and was the one there with her when she passed.  I was so tired that as soon as my cousin turned off the light, I closed my eyes and fell asleep under the covers.  Then what seemed like only moments went by when I felt the mattress at the foot of the bed start to sink.  I could hear the springs squeak as though a slow constant pressure was pressed in to the mattress, like it was someone sitting there. I realized how cold the air in the room had gotten and all of the hair on my arms shot up suddenly.  It felt like someone or something was in the room with us.  I scooted my body over to my cousin and gently shook her arm but she didn't wake up.  I heard her snoring and I knew for sure she was asleep and even more, that it wasn't her at the foot of the bed.  I closed my eyes and buried myself under the covers thinking that if it were my aunt she would never hurt me.  She was always kind and caring and she probably wanted to come by to see us before she left.  After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the springs squeak and the foot of the mattress leveled up.  Then the coolness of the air left also. 

For weeks after I came home, I couldn't get my aunt's image out of my mind.  There she was - laying in her coffin, dressed in white, evident make-up on her face with pink lipstick.  At night, I had the tv and all of my lights on.  Over a month passed before I could turn off my tv before falling asleep.  Then slowly it was just the lamp on my nightstand that remained on to help me see through the night.  I've never told anyone about this experience.  Now when I go to funerals, I never go up to the coffin and look inside.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lae on January 15, 2010, 12:08:34 PM
heard this from a friend:
when his dad passed away, they zov hmo.  He went to sleep on the sofa and there were some sleeping on the living floor as well.
He noticed that they all have dosed off and were snoring away.  He thought he should close his eyes and go to sleep as well.
He closed is eyes and dosed off, but he was in a dream like semi state.  In this dream he looked towards the kitchen door because he felt something coming towads him.  He sensed somthing unnatural and was mentally fighting with whatever it was that was coming his way.  He did not know what it is, but he knew it was coming.  (This was all mental activity).  He realized that no matter how much he protested this thing, it was no use, and it came.

He started to feel pressure on his body and then he was paralyzed.  It happended so quick.  Before he was paralyzed he felt it flew over him.  As it flew over him, he heard a buzzing like noise in his left  ear (he was sleeping on his right side).  It flewed over him and landed behind his head and that's when he was paralyzed.
He tried to fight it and was cursing at it for a while and then he woke up.

He's never had this happened to him before and he was freaked out and couldn't sleep all night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 15, 2010, 01:23:17 PM
it's been awhile since i've shared some stories. here are a couple of mines.


i don't know if you guys got that one text about don't answer a phone call from laos or whatever? it's been going around since last week or something. well, anyway, one of my niece's SIL recieved a text msg like that. well, her hubby saw it and he quickly turned it off. the SIL asked her hubby what was it. he just said it was nothing and for her to go sleep. she couldn't go back to sleep so she just laid there with the lights dimmed low. because her hubby was going back to sleep, she didn't want to bother him. she was looking for comfort so she stared at one of her stuff animals. for some reason, that stuff animal gives her comfort. well, that night, it didn't. the more she kept looking at it, the more it started to get a little freaky. she got scared and turned away from it. just a few minutes after that, the room got cold and she felt a prescence in the room. all of a sudden, whatever that was in the room just sat on her. She was struggling very hard and eventually, it got off of her but didn't quite leave the room. She woke up her husband and told him to put his feet next to her incase that thing came back. instead of doing what she asked, he got into an argument with her. mad at each other, they slept apart from each other. as they both continued to lay there,  her hubby started to tell her how uncomfortable the room was getting.   they didn't know what was the cause of it but the SIL realized that everything started happneing right after they recieved the text msg. She asked what was in the text msg. He finally told her about the text.   She thought that since it was a "chain letter" they should send it out. they did, of course, and after they sent it, they felt the room brighter and more safe.




one of my friend's told me about that curse. she said that it happened about two years ago and that it is true. people have claimed that it has taken a few lives and it's targeting more towards GVP because he wantted to overthrow laos. i don'tknow if it's actually true but she claims it! so beware!!!!!!


i got the text too but i deleted it.

i heard about it..so whats the story behind it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 15, 2010, 03:07:20 PM
it's been awhile since i've shared some stories. here are a couple of mines.


i don't know if you guys got that one text about don't answer a phone call from laos or whatever? it's been going around since last week or something. well, anyway, one of my niece's SIL recieved a text msg like that. well, her hubby saw it and he quickly turned it off. the SIL asked her hubby what was it. he just said it was nothing and for her to go sleep. she couldn't go back to sleep so she just laid there with the lights dimmed low. because her hubby was going back to sleep, she didn't want to bother him. she was looking for comfort so she stared at one of her stuff animals. for some reason, that stuff animal gives her comfort. well, that night, it didn't. the more she kept looking at it, the more it started to get a little freaky. she got scared and turned away from it. just a few minutes after that, the room got cold and she felt a prescence in the room. all of a sudden, whatever that was in the room just sat on her. She was struggling very hard and eventually, it got off of her but didn't quite leave the room. She woke up her husband and told him to put his feet next to her incase that thing came back. instead of doing what she asked, he got into an argument with her. mad at each other, they slept apart from each other. as they both continued to lay there,  her hubby started to tell her how uncomfortable the room was getting.   they didn't know what was the cause of it but the SIL realized that everything started happneing right after they recieved the text msg. She asked what was in the text msg. He finally told her about the text.   She thought that since it was a "chain letter" they should send it out. they did, of course, and after they sent it, they felt the room brighter and more safe.




one of my friend's told me about that curse. she said that it happened about two years ago and that it is true. people have claimed that it has taken a few lives and it's targeting more towards GVP because he wantted to overthrow laos. i don'tknow if it's actually true but she claims it! so beware!!!!!!


i got the text too but i deleted it.






hmong ring. it just wants to be heard.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IH8MyEx on January 15, 2010, 03:22:50 PM
I got the txt and didn't delete it.... nothing happened?
Why didn't i get the text. Check PM!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IH8MyEx on January 15, 2010, 03:51:21 PM
IDK. I wanna read what the text message says. :(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on January 15, 2010, 04:07:09 PM
from what i was told, it was targeted towards GVp because he wanted to overthrow Laos. They sent out that text to curse Hmong People and hope it'll get to him. They sent out that curse to kill us. Like I said, people have claimed that it has killed a few people. I think from what i was told, it started two years ago but didn't get much attnetion until last weekend? it could be a hoax. i did get it too but I deleted it after that SIL told me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 15, 2010, 04:24:50 PM
I want to know what the texts says so that if I do get it then I know what it is.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Villageidjiot on January 15, 2010, 04:39:25 PM
I got the txt and didn't delete it.... nothing happened?

what is this stupid text?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BeautifulDisaster on January 15, 2010, 06:16:46 PM
it's been awhile since i've shared some stories. here are a couple of mines.


i don't know if you guys got that one text about don't answer a phone call from laos or whatever? it's been going around since last week or something. well, anyway, one of my niece's SIL recieved a text msg like that. well, her hubby saw it and he quickly turned it off. the SIL asked her hubby what was it. he just said it was nothing and for her to go sleep. she couldn't go back to sleep so she just laid there with the lights dimmed low. because her hubby was going back to sleep, she didn't want to bother him. she was looking for comfort so she stared at one of her stuff animals. for some reason, that stuff animal gives her comfort. well, that night, it didn't. the more she kept looking at it, the more it started to get a little freaky. she got scared and turned away from it. just a few minutes after that, the room got cold and she felt a prescence in the room. all of a sudden, whatever that was in the room just sat on her. She was struggling very hard and eventually, it got off of her but didn't quite leave the room. She woke up her husband and told him to put his feet next to her incase that thing came back. instead of doing what she asked, he got into an argument with her. mad at each other, they slept apart from each other. as they both continued to lay there,  her hubby started to tell her how uncomfortable the room was getting.   they didn't know what was the cause of it but the SIL realized that everything started happneing right after they recieved the text msg. She asked what was in the text msg. He finally told her about the text.   She thought that since it was a "chain letter" they should send it out. they did, of course, and after they sent it, they felt the room brighter and more safe.




one of my friend's told me about that curse. she said that it happened about two years ago and that it is true. people have claimed that it has taken a few lives and it's targeting more towards GVP because he wantted to overthrow laos. i don'tknow if it's actually true but she claims it! so beware!!!!!!


i got the text too but i deleted it.






This sounds like an urban legend...lol What does it say on the message? Who died from it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on January 16, 2010, 04:51:19 PM
This happened to one fo my cousin from my mom's side of the family. The older brother of the person that this happened to and I do hang out a lot. he told me about his little brothers experience with something they can't explain.

One time his little brother and one of their nephew went to check out some grils a town 45 minutes away from where we live. May I say this first, this happened in California. Anyways, him and his nephew went and rented a room at the motel. I forgot which motel this was. After they rented the room, they went and put their things in the room and left for dinner.

After dinner and while they were heading back to the motel before they started out to go see the girls they've went to see. While they were driving back, they saw a hot looking vietnamese chick walking on the sidewalk. They asked if she wanted a ride. Stupid them for picking her up. She could've been an undercover. Anyways, they've picked her up and took her back to the motel. She was really good looking with a nice body, but she hardly spoke. She would only answer what they asked.

She was with them for a couple of hours jsut hanging and god knows what they were doing. Towards the end before she left, she was playing with my cousin's brother's phone. He left his phne on top of the TV and she grabbed it and started playing with it.

After she left, my cousin's brother wanted to know what and why she was playing with his phone. It appreared that all his contacts have been erased. He was pissed know that she erased all his contacts. Later that night they went to visit their girls and came back home.

On their way back home, his phone rang and a number he wasn't familiar with shows up on the caller ID. He picks up the call but there's nothing behind it...he would ask who it was but nothing....it did this the entire way home. Next day it did the same thing, so he decided to return the call. He would dial the number and the operator would say that the number he's dialing is not correct. This happened everytime he calls back. This kept on for a couple of days until he was getting creeped out coz everytime he returns the call to a number that's not correct...but it shows up on his caller ID....

After he told his older brother (the guy that i hang out with) and his older brother tried calling that same number back on his phone. When he called back the operator said that number does not exist (it's sort of in that sense). OK so now they were getting all sorts of weird thoughts. He asked his little brother what happened and after he was told what happened, he was advised to just get rid of the phone. His little brother smashed the phone and went and got a new one.

A couple of days later after he got his new phone, that same number called again....I don't know what happened after this coz at the time i was told of this it was still going on and I haven't asked since then...

It might be a prank but how can one explain the callbacks to a number that isn;t correct....

Its not a ghost, they have numbers like that.  Google the number it'll tell you what it is.  Some telemarketers will leave non-working numbers.  Not that they try to but its how their phone system works.  I used to work at a place that left non-working numbers also.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 18, 2010, 09:34:46 PM
wow, look at all these new writer
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 18, 2010, 09:35:41 PM
it's cool how the stories that everyone share started from way back in Laos and now it finally caught up to date
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on January 19, 2010, 10:51:56 AM
and I am not talking food wise either


lol... what are you talking about then?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on January 19, 2010, 10:58:27 AM
I didnt' read any new ghost story cuz I don't want to think about the past.. Just wanted to say wow, 100 pages now. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 19, 2010, 04:17:06 PM
Its not a ghost, they have numbers like that.  Google the number it'll tell you what it is.  Some telemarketers will leave non-working numbers.  Not that they try to but its how their phone system works.  I used to work at a place that left non-working numbers also.
Nope you're wrong.  This story was about my brother.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 19, 2010, 05:10:56 PM
Just this past Sunday while staying over at the mil place; I got sat on.  All this time we slept there when we visited, nothing happen but I was the victim on Sunday morning. 

The hub went fishing with his nephew and his wife.  I didn't want to go along and so I slept in.  While sleeping side ways; I felt the bed went down and suddenly I couldn't move or breath a word out.  I tried my best to yell out but nothing came out; it felt like forever until I could move the sheet and got out of the bed. 

I can't believe myself that I got sat on for the second time and this time I slept side ways so I guess whichever ways you sleep in you're still going to get sit on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 20, 2010, 08:42:13 AM
Just this past Sunday while staying over at the mil place; I got sat on.  All this time we slept there when we visited, nothing happen but I was the victim on Sunday morning. 

The hub went fishing with his nephew and his wife.  I didn't want to go along and so I slept in.  While sleeping side ways; I felt the bed went down and suddenly I couldn't move or breath a word out.  I tried my best to yell out but nothing came out; it felt like forever until I could move the sheet and got out of the bed. 

I can't believe myself that I got sat on for the second time and this time I slept side ways so I guess whichever ways you sleep in you're still going to get sit on.

so your husband has two wives? you and someone else?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 20, 2010, 09:28:33 AM
so your husband has two wives? you and someone else?

NO! It's the nephew's wife.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on January 20, 2010, 11:17:10 AM
Just this past Sunday while staying over at the mil place; I got sat on.  All this time we slept there when we visited, nothing happen but I was the victim on Sunday morning. 

The hub went fishing with his nephew and his wife.  I didn't want to go along and so I slept in.  While sleeping side ways; I felt the bed went down and suddenly I couldn't move or breath a word out.  I tried my best to yell out but nothing came out; it felt like forever until I could move the sheet and got out of the bed. 

I can't believe myself that I got sat on for the second time and this time I slept side ways so I guess whichever ways you sleep in you're still going to get sit on.


Wow... that's pretty FREAKING crazy! I'm always so afraid of that happening to me. Nothing yet. *KNOCK ON WOOD*
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 20, 2010, 03:55:08 PM
there's a secret remedy for not getting sat on...

it's called CHRISTIANITY and faith.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 20, 2010, 05:07:58 PM
there's a secret remedy for not getting sat on...

it's called CHRISTIANITY and faith.
Negative.  It's called "denial".  Spirits don't have a religious preference.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 20, 2010, 06:56:34 PM
I heard of so many church people converting back into shamanism, not because they felt like it but more of they have to. Some Hmong blood line is so deep into the ritual stuff that when one of their newer generation decided to join christian or baptism that one individual starting to feel and see the wrath of it's ancestors' rage.

And juxwendy, I am talking about the stories that everyone share. I was just saying that it's COOL how everybody started sharing stories about way back when the OGs' are still back in laos and than begin toward to modern days. It's almost like a history of our hmong's ghosts. Sort of things.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 21, 2010, 08:52:19 AM
in the future, i think ghosts will have the technology to walk through walls and teleport...oh wait, i think they can do that already...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on January 21, 2010, 12:42:18 PM
I heard of so many church people converting back into shamanism, not because they felt like it but more of they have to. Some Hmong blood line is so deep into the ritual stuff that when one of their newer generation decided to join christian or baptism that one individual starting to feel and see the wrath of it's ancestors' rage.

And juxwendy, I am talking about the stories that everyone share. I was just saying that it's COOL how everybody started sharing stories about way back when the OGs' are still back in laos and than begin toward to modern days. It's almost like a history of our hmong's ghosts. Sort of things.


yeah that is pretty awesome.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on January 21, 2010, 02:31:08 PM


it's been awhile since i've shared some stories. here are a couple of mines.


i don't know if you guys got that one text about don't answer a phone call from laos or whatever? it's been going around since last week or something. well, anyway, one of my niece's SIL recieved a text msg like that. well, her hubby saw it and he quickly turned it off. the SIL asked her hubby what was it. he just said it was nothing and for her to go sleep. she couldn't go back to sleep so she just laid there with the lights dimmed low. because her hubby was going back to sleep, she didn't want to bother him. she was looking for comfort so she stared at one of her stuff animals. for some reason, that stuff animal gives her comfort. well, that night, it didn't. the more she kept looking at it, the more it started to get a little freaky. she got scared and turned away from it. just a few minutes after that, the room got cold and she felt a prescence in the room. all of a sudden, whatever that was in the room just sat on her. She was struggling very hard and eventually, it got off of her but didn't quite leave the room. She woke up her husband and told him to put his feet next to her incase that thing came back. instead of doing what she asked, he got into an argument with her. mad at each other, they slept apart from each other. as they both continued to lay there,  her hubby started to tell her how uncomfortable the room was getting.   they didn't know what was the cause of it but the SIL realized that everything started happneing right after they recieved the text msg. She asked what was in the text msg. He finally told her about the text.   She thought that since it was a "chain letter" they should send it out. they did, of course, and after they sent it, they felt the room brighter and more safe.




one of my friend's told me about that curse. she said that it happened about two years ago and that it is true. people have claimed that it has taken a few lives and it's targeting more towards GVP because he wantted to overthrow laos. i don'tknow if it's actually true but she claims it! so beware!!!!!!


i got the text too but i deleted it.






i didnt know about the text but there is a phone call. If you receive a phone call from laos or thailand from a weird number like almost the same digit or same digit area code, then you will die in 7 days or so. IDK, but they say its been going around California for quite a awhile
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on January 21, 2010, 02:38:08 PM
one of my girlfriend and her mom and sisters went to the 2009 CA new year. She crib over at her oldest sister and BIL house who lives in CA that night. Its was 2am and they were all still up late hanging out. Later they all got tired so decided to go to bed. my girlfriend and her sister slept in the living room with the lights shut. while my GF was still on the phone with some guy whom she met at the new year, she saw this one figure standing right next to her when she decided to change sleeping position. the figure was a white lady standing there facing her back towards my friend. She got scared and acts as if she didnt see it. She woke up her sister and tell her not to go to sleep before my GF is asleep. So her sis ask her why and she just said nothing. AS my gf looked away, there was a huge mirror in front of her reflecting the image of the lady standing there behind her. she got scared and ask her sis to get up and turn the mirror away. AS her sis got up and move the mirror, she too saw the lady. both of them got so scared and hold each other tight and went to bed. She never told her sis and BIL what they saw sinced then. I was so freaked out when she told me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on January 21, 2010, 04:51:04 PM

i didnt know about the text but there is a phone call. If you receive a phone call from laos or thailand from a weird number like almost the same digit or same digit area code, then you will die in 7 days or so. IDK, but they say its been going around California for quite a awhile

What is up with the BS with these phone calls and text messages. I've never hear of anything like this before. Someone, somewhere is just bsing and got the idea from the ring. Come on people.... this can't be serious.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TeamDarkside on January 21, 2010, 05:04:40 PM
we jst move into the current house were living in about 5 months ago. it was a 2 story house with 2 bed upstair and 2 bed down stair. me and my lil bro slp upstair separate room. when i go to slp i leave my door open and the stairway light on. also my lil bro will open his room door so he get the light also. about 1 month after living in this house i went to slp. one night i wake up in the middle of the night. hearing noise from the stairs. that night the stairway light was turn off. i try to avoid it but the noise was to noticeable for me so i couldnt. i was scared and it was dark :'( so i quietly got out of my bed. i walk slowly to the door and made quick dash to my brother room about 2 ft away turn the light on. i watch where the noise was coming from and it was coming from a specific spot only. the noise was coming from the 4th and 5th step coming upstair. i peek the stairs while i was in my lil bro room with the stair light on. after about 10 sec no more noise while i watch that spot. im sure whoever was making the noise was watching me while was waiting for them to make noise again. i was going to do the old ways of looking under the armpit or the other technique but i was too scared, scared that if i look it might be in my face. i went back to slp in my room. ive only told this to my lil bro but i dont think he belive me, maybe he do also bcuz he heard something in his room before but no more noise until now, no more.

i found out an old lady had died in my lil bro room. creepyyyyyyy.. .got goosebump right now, im the only person upstair...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on January 22, 2010, 06:18:15 AM
Not too long ago, just some time last year, things happened to me. I used to wake up in the middle of the night hearing my products move on the counter, such as the toothpate bottle, hairspray, facewash, etc. I'm in the master bedroom so my bathroom is just right there. I used to always see this little girl, too.

One night, I was just about to fall asleep... It was sort of a shadow, I saw her walk next to me and felt her put her head on my shoulder. Scary tiag hos! I hate sleeping alone, I always have to have my husband there. This all happened when he was still working the schedule between 2nd and 3rd.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WindComeWindBlow on January 23, 2010, 09:36:09 AM
Some Yangs can't wear red either. According to my friend, her mom said the color brings bad luck.

And I'll post the story of Hmoob Yaj caiv plaw in the clan history thread, pretty interesting to listen to.

I know the story but want to hear it again!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 23, 2010, 11:55:02 PM
No, her husband went fishing with his nephew and his nephew's wife. Right?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on January 24, 2010, 01:44:09 AM
True story, not fake or fiction.

Some years back, about four older hmong folks came from out of town to enjoy the 4th of july tournament event in mn.  While they were here visiting relatives and hanging around outside, a bird flewed and landed on the head of one of them.  He got very disppionted at the bird for doing such to him that he grabbed the bird and killed it by smashing it.  A few days before they were about to go driving back home, somehow the incident bothered the person who killed the bird so much that he/they decided to sought out Mr. Shaman about it.  As they were at Mr. Shaman's house sitting infront of his Alter talking to him about it, a plate Mr. Shaman had placed at the Alter suddenly flew down and smashed up on the floor in front of them as if somebody threw it down.  They were all really startled by it and didn't know how it could have happened by it self.  So Mr. Shaman did some more ritual investigation into the matter and came up with a solution for them to waited out and not return home on the day they had planned to go back.  But somehow the 4 folks didn't take Mr. shaman's advice very seriously and didn't think anything was going to happen to them so they went back home as they had planned.  They didn't quite make it home, their car somehow went off the the high way road and smashed really hard against a concrete brigde wall/column killing the four of them.  Some people finally drove by and discovered them already dead in the early morning hours.

Strange?  Supernatural or coincident?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on January 24, 2010, 01:50:26 AM

i didnt know about the text but there is a phone call. If you receive a phone call from laos or thailand from a weird number like almost the same digit or same digit area code, then you will die in 7 days or so. IDK, but they say its been going around California for quite a awhile

Now we're really doom, ghosts and spirits have caught up with technologies too now.  How will we fend them off,  I think we must teach our Shamans to incorporate technologies too now. ;D :D ;D :D

That way they can call and text each other to negotiate our fate. :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Juni on January 24, 2010, 09:54:50 PM
Some story in here are very scary when you read alone at nite
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 25, 2010, 02:02:28 AM
True story, not fake or fiction.

Some years back, about four older hmong folks came from out of town to enjoy the 4th of july tournament event in mn.  While they were here visiting relatives and hanging around outside, a bird flewed and landed on the head of one of them.  He got very disppionted at the bird for doing such to him that he grabbed the bird and killed it by smashing it.  A few days before they were about to go driving back home, somehow the incident bothered the person who killed the bird so much that he/they decided to sought out Mr. Shaman about it.  As they were at Mr. Shaman's house sitting infront of his Alter talking to him about it, a plate Mr. Shaman had placed at the Alter suddenly flew down and smashed up on the floor in front of them as if somebody threw it down.  They were all really startled by it and didn't know how it could have happened by it self.  So Mr. Shaman did some more ritual investigation into the matter and came up with a solution for them to waited out and not return home on the day they had planned to go back.  But somehow the 4 folks didn't take Mr. shaman's advice very seriously and didn't think anything was going to happen to them so they went back home as they had planned.  They didn't quite make it home, their car somehow went off the the high way road and smashed really hard against a concrete brigde wall/column killing the four of them.  Some people finally drove by and discovered them already dead in the early morning hours.

Strange?  Supernatural or coincident?
wow..that's why you should always listen to the SHAMANS!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 25, 2010, 12:06:40 PM
True story, not fake or fiction.

Some years back, about four older hmong folks came from out of town to enjoy the 4th of july ..... [excerpted] Some people finally drove by and discovered them already dead in the early morning hours.

Strange?  Supernatural or coincident?
Supernatural, and I'll tell you why.

Birds do not just land on people's heads.  Same thing with a bird or snake coming into a home. 

In this case, the bird was a messenger, sent to warn the guy about an upcoming event.  It wasn't as if the bird just shat on his head, but it actually landed.  Instead of just shooing the bird off, he grabbed it and killed it.  That's a big no-no.  You know that saying, "Don't shoot the messenger"?  By killing the bird, he made the foreshadowed event (whatever it was to be) worse.

All the shaman did was tried to find a workaround -- such as a schedule of a better time to avoid the foreshadowed event.  They didn't listen. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on January 25, 2010, 12:26:40 PM
about two years ago, i was standing by the company building with some of my coworkers. while we're standing there, a bird's poop landed on my left arm. i quickly wiped it on the building and went on with my day like it never happened. i was told right after i got inside that it was a bad omen or something that a bird's poop landed on my arm.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 25, 2010, 01:01:25 PM
Yep.  Did you get anything done about it afterwards?

Technically though, I don't know if there's anything about poop landing on your arm.  I just head it's the head.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on January 25, 2010, 01:42:19 PM
about two years ago, i was standing by the company building with some of my coworkers. while we're standing there, a bird's poop landed on my left arm. i quickly wiped it on the building and went on with my day like it never happened. i was told right after i got inside that it was a bad omen or something that a bird's poop landed on my arm.

I've heard the opposite... if poop lands on you or you step in poop or you dream about either of these two events, money is coming your way.   :D  So, it's a good omen.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 25, 2010, 03:03:24 PM
No, her husband went fishing with his nephew and his nephew's wife. Right?.
correct!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Villageidjiot on January 26, 2010, 09:09:01 AM
about two years ago, i was standing by the company building with some of my coworkers. while we're standing there, a bird's poop landed on my left arm. i quickly wiped it on the building and went on with my day like it never happened. i was told right after i got inside that it was a bad omen or something that a bird's poop landed on my arm.

the bad omen is the poop, you got pooped on
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on January 26, 2010, 09:09:45 AM
actually, i was told that if a bird poops on you, it's good luck...
when i was younger, everytime i saw bird in the sky i'd actually try to run under it
just to see if i can get a little luck.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 26, 2010, 11:28:43 AM
I was told the other way and I did got pooped on once.  After that I got some blood drops on me and my mom had to do something so that I won't get sick.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on January 26, 2010, 11:31:02 AM
I was told the other way and I did got pooped on once.  After that I got some blood drops on me and my mom had to do something so that I won't get sick.

dang, that bird must have got a really bad stomach ache!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on January 27, 2010, 11:41:58 AM
I've always heard that bird pooping on you is a bad sign. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on January 27, 2010, 02:12:52 PM
I've always heard that bird pooping on you is a bad sign. 
me too that's what i heard
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: alwayssmile on January 27, 2010, 04:38:34 PM
talking about ghost stories, i love it.. but when i'm alone and it's dark at night, i am the most how is the scariest of everyone... i remember when i was still a kid...  there was so much going on.. my younger sister seeing ghost, a ghost was following my brother at night after he went and visit his girlfriend, my brother and my sister, a ghost was on top of them, someone keeps on calling my mom, and me, i saw it twice but wasn't scared.. you can say i was too young to be scared... there is one i would never forget.. the house i used to live in marysville, ca... it's been 13, 14 years now and i'm still dreaming about that house... in my dream, it's a haunted house.. it's scary
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 28, 2010, 08:51:44 AM
talking about ghost stories, i love it.. but when i'm alone and it's dark at night, i am the most how is the scariest of everyone... i remember when i was still a kid...  there was so much going on.. my younger sister seeing ghost, a ghost was following my brother at night after he went and visit his girlfriend, my brother and my sister, a ghost was on top of them, someone keeps on calling my mom, and me, i saw it twice but wasn't scared.. you can say i was too young to be scared... there is one i would never forget.. the house i used to live in marysville, ca... it's been 13, 14 years now and i'm still dreaming about that house... in my dream, it's a haunted house.. it's scary

Please share more of your stories.  We would love to hear it.
Title: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 11:38:38 AM
i know this thread has been made before in the past..but there's always new members and new stories..and i lovveee ghost stories..so share some of your experiences or stories you've all heard..

here's one that happened to my cousins..

my uncle's real dad was a xiong but he grew up as a Thao because i think his mom got remarried when he was super young..so he just stuck with the thao clan until he grew old with kids and such..one day he decided to change the family's last name back to Xiong..the thao clan said he can do as he wish but he will always belong witht he thao clan because he grew up as one of them..anywho he made his son's change their last names and the oldest refused to because he was dating a xiong chick and he told my uncle he grew up as a thao not a xiong..anyways ..the oldest son had a wife(she was mien) and a newborn but yet he was cheating on her with this xiong chick(that will later become his second wife)..well his wife cried and cried and tries to stop him whenever he would go out with the xiong gf..and so one day his cell went missing and everyone was searching for it..they search all over the house..the car..etc..well he was mad because he was a manager and he needed his cell for work reasons i guess..a week or so later his phone turned up..it was sitting on the kitchen counter..the family thought it was really weird because one day it just appear on the kitchen counter..no one claim to have found it and put it there..it just showed up.when they opened up the fone to check if there was any messages, text, or missed calls..they saw that he had a missed call..so they view the message and it was from their deceased grandpa..he say that he was mad because firs of all they change their last name and that shouldnt be done because they belong to the the thao clan..and sencon of all hte was mad that the oldest son treated his wife badly and that he cheated..he wanted them to change because he wasnt happy..so yup..its not so scary but it is creepy
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: 2Wicked on January 28, 2010, 11:44:44 AM

so what was the missed call's number?


this could be like an adult blocked his number and left him a message.   ::)
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on January 28, 2010, 11:45:51 AM
LOL. someone reprogrammed his phone.
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: Rendered-Useless on January 28, 2010, 11:46:07 AM
interesting how the deceased grandma was up to par with technology and text messenging...  you would think cell phones were after her time...
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: IH8MyEx on January 28, 2010, 11:46:47 AM
So after the call/text did the oldest Son stop cheating or is he still cheating to this day?
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 11:49:02 AM
interesting how the deceased grandma was up to par with technology and text messenging...  you would think cell phones were after her time...
no it was a voice mail message


So after the call/text did the oldest Son stop cheating or is he still cheating to this day?
nope..after the call the oldest son divorce the wife and married the gf..he didnt care.but his luck died down because he lost his job, car, house and everything after that and had to go back to his parents
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: Rendered-Useless on January 28, 2010, 11:51:57 AM
i have a story too...this happened to a friend of friend...who's friends with my cousin's cousin's cousin...  some weird stuff too.

anyways the story goes...there was this hmong chick in laos who was probably no more then 14 yrs at the time the incident occurred.  anyways she most her life surfing the internet only.  didn't know how to cook or clean or do any chores... one day a "white" american male stumbled across her in some random chat room/forum and from there stalked her.  he flew all the way from america to laos and met her. he kidnapped her and murdered her.  

anyways, her supposed spirit still haunts there family to this day...  how scary is that?
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 11:54:30 AM
okay so here's another one..my sil's hmong teacher told it..

well wen the hmong teacher was kid back in thailand he had this buddy..and at nite he would wake up to go pee outside and his buddy always woke up at the same time..so they were potty partners LOL..and they both do thisfunny thing whereas when they are peeing they would wave both their arms in the air..(i know..its weird and funny)anyways..one day his buddy got real sick and died..so one nite after the burial he woke up to go pee..wen he was finishing up he turned to return to his house when he saw his buddy peeking out from the corner side of his house..so he just stood there and looked at his dead buddy..and suddenly his buddy did the "potty wave" at him and he did the "potty wave" back to his buddy (smiling)and his buddy ducked and vanished..he said that it was his buddy saying goodbye for the last time so he wasnt scare and he just went back inside..
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 11:56:18 AM
i have a story too...this happened to a friend of friend...who's friends with my cousin's cousin's cousin...  some weird stuff too.

anyways the story goes...there was this hmong chick in laos who was probably no more then 14 yrs at the time the incident occurred.  anyways she most her life surfing the internet only.  didn't know how to cook or clean or do any chores... one day a "white" american male stumbled across her in some random chat room/forum and from there stalked her.  he flew all the way from america to laos and met her. he kidnapped her and murdered her.  

anyways, her supposed spirit still haunts there family to this day...  how scary is that?
so what does her spirt do to her fam?
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: koDak_moments on January 28, 2010, 12:07:41 PM
You should have just continued on the Hmong Scary stories thread, its is not at 102 pages and counting!!!   ;D ;D
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 28, 2010, 12:09:37 PM
i know this thread has been made before in the past..but there's always new members and new stories..and i lovveee ghost stories..so share some of your experiences or stories you've all heard..

one day he decided to change the family's last name back to Xiong..the thao clan said he can do as he wish but he will always belong witht he thao clan because he grew up as one of them [excerpts]
It all depends on what happened when the mom remarried.

If, when the mother remarried, the new father hu plig and laig dab for the kids along with the mother, then technically, no, he cannot change back to a Xiong.  Well, officially, he can name his last name whatever, but when it comes to the religion, he cannot.  What usually happens, then is, the ancestors will looj koov the family, but I haven't heard about cell phone incidents.  Maybe it's just coincidence, and unrelated.

But, if the new father didn't do those things mentioned above, then the kids should have never been real Thao's in the first place, so nothing should have happened.

In the Hmong tradition and culture, usually the new father will only laig dab for the kids into the new family if a) the biological father is deceased, or b) if the biological father gave up all rights and responsibility for the kids.  Otherwise, the biological father is still the person responsible.  As far as the hu plig part, since it's more for a healthy life than it is for ancestral worship, its importance isn't as high as a priority.
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 12:10:44 PM
here's another one that happened during one of my granny's funeral last year.

wel my granny lived to a very old age..she eventually became blind then died..well when she was still alive she was saving alot of money so that when she die her sons will have that money to do a funeral for her because she felt that her sons couldnt afford to rent a funeral home and do all the preparations.. anyways she saved alot alot of money..so wen she died her sons,daughters,sil,dil were all arguing about who gets to keep the money that was not being put into the funeral..we had this whole big family dispute during her whole funeral..all the siblings were quarreling and angry with eachother that they were soo focused on being angry they kind of shrug those anger to all the rest of the relatives..eve ryone thought they should just let the oldest hold it and whenever someone need $ they can always go to the bro and get some..but nope..they didnt agree..so you know who the women would prepare the food at the house then send it to the funeral home?well my aunts were making ka poon(however u spell it) there were two big pot of boiling ka poon liquid.my granny daughter was biatching at one of my other aunt sayin that she stole some of the grocery $(which she didnt)and order for the return of the $..while all this yelling was goin on one of the big pots suddendly tips over and all the liquid spelled.(it was mid summer,hot,humid,no wind)so how did it tip over when no one was near it?one of the elders say it was cause my granny was mad that all her children were fighting over $ wen they were suppose to honor her death instead they were greedy and only wanter her $.so tipping the pot over was to shw her children that she was really pissed off.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: canibus_man on January 28, 2010, 12:20:19 PM
I've always heard that bird pooping on you is a bad sign. 

its a good sign!!  now, if a bird flys into your house or your car then its a bad sign
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 12:23:48 PM
i lovee ghost storiesss
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 28, 2010, 12:25:25 PM
its a good sign!!  now, if a bird flys into your house or your car then its a bad sign
Okay.  May all the birds in the world fly over you and poop on your head. 
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: koDak_moments on January 28, 2010, 01:03:45 PM
Its just sad how your aunts and uncles would fight over money that your grandma had left.  Very sad!  I bet if your grandma had not saved the money and they had to come up with the money, they would be arguing about who should be responsible for paying as well.. :(

here's another one that happened during one of my granny's funeral last year.

wel my granny lived to a very old age..she eventually became blind then died..well when she was still alive she was saving alot of money so that when she die her sons will have that money to do a funeral for her because she felt that her sons couldnt afford to rent a funeral home and do all the preparations.. anyways she saved alot alot of money..so wen she died her sons,daughters,sil,dil were all arguing about who gets to keep the money that was not being put into the funeral..we had this whole big family dispute during her whole funeral..all the siblings were quarreling and angry with eachother that they were soo focused on being angry they kind of shrug those anger to all the rest of the relatives..eve ryone thought they should just let the oldest hold it and whenever someone need $ they can always go to the bro and get some..but nope..they didnt agree..so you know who the women would prepare the food at the house then send it to the funeral home?well my aunts were making ka poon(however u spell it) there were two big pot of boiling ka poon liquid.my granny daughter was biatching at one of my other aunt sayin that she stole some of the grocery $(which she didnt)and order for the return of the $..while all this yelling was goin on one of the big pots suddendly tips over and all the liquid spelled.(it was mid summer,hot,humid,no wind)so how did it tip over when no one was near it?one of the elders say it was cause my granny was mad that all her children were fighting over $ wen they were suppose to honor her death instead they were greedy and only wanter her $.so tipping the pot over was to shw her children that she was really pissed off.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 01:12:49 PM
i was reading one of the comments and it reminded me of my granny

my grandma is like 60ish and lives with my parents..well she would hear things at night.my big bro would come home on the weekends(he lives in a diff. town but likes to come home on the weekends to be with his gf) and he would sleep on the living room couch because he didnt like sleeping with the little bro.so he say at nite my grandma would wake him up (usually he knows she's coming towards the living room because he would hear her feet scraping the carpet) and tell him her bed is shaking and that she is scare..he would go to her room and check out her bed and tell her it's okay and to go back to sleep..she does this so many time that he stopped checking her bed and just tell her it's nothing..she also hears voices..one time she said she woke up to my mother's voice calling her name..but it was like 2am..so my mother gave her a tiny flash light incase she gets scare during the middle of the night..and sometimes when i would go sleep over my granny would sleep in my sis room with her and she would tell my sis she sees monsters with red bloody eyes.my mom blames my granny's medication but i believe my grandma.
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 01:29:55 PM
 ;D
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 01:31:13 PM
i got another one about my bil's frens wife..if anyone is interested in this thread and hearing this one then let me know..its kinda long but scary.  :o
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: commandq on January 28, 2010, 01:34:45 PM
sorry, but i have to dismissed all these ghost stories as mere superstition.. .
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: LADY-K-TUSHLUB on January 28, 2010, 01:57:06 PM
sorry, but i have to dismissed all these ghost stories as mere superstition.. .
Then why apologize?
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 02:14:38 PM
sorry, but i have to dismissed all these ghost stories as mere superstition.. .
it's okay...some thinks it's only superstition or the mind playing tricks..but who knows..maybe an encounter can change one's mind..and if it never happens you are soooo lucky.
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: Pandora` on January 28, 2010, 03:05:08 PM
back in the days...

we recently moved into a new house and one day after school, i went upstairs to change my clothes.  as i was looking in the mirror, i notice that the reflection of the room was moving/shaking.  i turned around around and everything looked fine. 

as i needed to finish tying my hair, i turned around to look into the mirror and saw the same thing.  i, then, screamed at the top of my lungs for my mommy.  she came upstairs followed by my other siblings and asked me was was wrong.  i pointed to the mirror and said, 'look, the room is moving.'  my mommy pulled me closer and said, 'don't worry, if you haven't done anything to a ghost, it won't harm you.'

we all went downstairs, sat on the couch, and turned the tv on.  my mommy went to the kitchen and made us dinner and we all pretended as if nothing happened.  at least we tried to.


anyway, a couple days later, we went to my cousin's house (they lived two blocks away) and i told them about what happened.  they were asking me all sorts of questions and then my uncle poked his head into the room and asked: DID IT HAPPEN WHILE THE TRAIN WAS COMING?


we lived two blocks away from the train tracks, and what...it was a new house... and i was eight!!!
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: fiery on January 28, 2010, 03:15:12 PM
back in the days...

we recently moved into a new house and one day after school, i went upstairs to change my clothes.  as i was looking in the mirror, i notice that the reflection of the room was moving/shaking.  i turned around around and everything looked fine. 

as i needed to finish tying my hair, i turned around to look into the mirror and saw the same thing.  i, then, screamed at the top of my lungs for my mommy.  she came upstairs followed by my other siblings and asked me was was wrong.  i pointed to the mirror and said, 'look, the room is moving.'  my mommy pulled me closer and said, 'don't worry, if you haven't done anything to a ghost, it won't harm you.'

we all went downstairs, sat on the couch, and turned the tv on.  my mommy went to the kitchen and made us dinner and we all pretended as if nothing happened.  at least we tried to.


anyway, a couple days later, we went to my cousin's house (they lived two blocks away) and i told them about what happened.  they were asking me all sorts of questions and then my uncle poked his head into the room and asked: DID IT HAPPEN WHILE THE TRAIN WAS COMING?


we lived two blocks away from the train tracks, and what...it was a new house... and i was eight!!!


 ;D
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: 2Wicked on January 28, 2010, 03:20:48 PM
back in the days...

we recently moved into a new house and one day after school, i went upstairs to change my clothes.  as i was looking in the mirror, i notice that the reflection of the room was moving/shaking.  i turned around around and everything looked fine. 

as i needed to finish tying my hair, i turned around to look into the mirror and saw the same thing.  i, then, screamed at the top of my lungs for my mommy.  she came upstairs followed by my other siblings and asked me was was wrong.  i pointed to the mirror and said, 'look, the room is moving.'  my mommy pulled me closer and said, 'don't worry, if you haven't done anything to a ghost, it won't harm you.'

we all went downstairs, sat on the couch, and turned the tv on.  my mommy went to the kitchen and made us dinner and we all pretended as if nothing happened.  at least we tried to.


anyway, a couple days later, we went to my cousin's house (they lived two blocks away) and i told them about what happened.  they were asking me all sorts of questions and then my uncle poked his head into the room and asked: DID IT HAPPEN WHILE THE TRAIN WAS COMING?


we lived two blocks away from the train tracks, and what...it was a new house... and i was eight!!!



pahhahahahah i like this
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: LadyThao on January 28, 2010, 03:47:47 PM
lol
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: fiery on January 28, 2010, 04:13:32 PM
Ooh, now I remember something that happened to me once.

I have two lil sisters that share the big bedroom downstairs. One summer night my two lil sisters went camping and for some odd/random reason I decided to sleep in their room downstairs. . . I cannot remember why. Maybe I was down there and was too lazy to go upstairs to my bedroom? Anyways, I was sleeping facing the wall with my back exposed to the room. All night I kept feeling like someone was standing over my shoulders so I turned my back to the wall, turned on the lights, and stayed up all night. Never slept there again! Two months later my parents had to 'hu plig' for my lil sister because she saw things in her room and she said it called her name a lot.

*shivers*
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: Pandora` on January 28, 2010, 04:18:51 PM
okay...a real ghost story now...

a few years ago, my SIL took my three year-old niece to a funeral.  

for those of you who live in MN, this is the old funeral home on dale - its no longer there.  anyway, if you've never been to the funeral home, there is a hallway that separates the room where the men sit and play cards from the room where people sit with the dead.

my SIL told me that as they entered the funeral home, she grabbed my niece's hand and walked down the hallway.  my niece kept lagging and looking back.  my SIL didn't pay too much attention to this because she was saying 'hi' to people and doing small talk as they walked down the hallway.  because my SIL wanted some coffee, they went to the kitchen and came back through the same hallway.  still, my niece continue to lag behind and my SIL had to tug her along.

then they went to the side where people sit with the dead.  that room also has an isle separating the men from the women.  anyway, my SIL finally got fed up with my niece lagging and the need to keep pulling her, she finally asked my niece, 'what are you doing?  walk nicely!'  my niece replied with, 'mommy, who's that lady following me?'

my SIL looked passed my niece and didn't see anybody.  there were a lot of people around but nobody looked like they were following them.  

needless to say, my SIL grabbed my niece and they came home right away.  

you all know the old belief...that until children get their adult teeth, they are more susceptible to seeing 'things.'

Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: fiery on January 28, 2010, 04:28:24 PM
okay...a real ghost story now...

a few years ago, my SIL took my three year-old niece to a funeral. 

for those of you who live in MN, this is the old funeral home on dale - its no longer there.  anyway, if you've never been to the funeral home, there is a hallway that separates the room where the men sit and play cards from the room where people sit with the dead.

my SIL told me that as they entered the funeral home, she grabbed my niece's hand and walked down the hallway.  my niece kept lagging and looking back.  my SIL didn't pay too much attention to this because she was saying 'hi' to people and doing small talk as they walked down the hallway.  because my SIL wanted some coffee, they went to the kitchen and came back through the same hallway.  still, my niece continue to lag behind and my SIL had to tug her along.

then they went to the side where people sit with the dead.  that room also has an isle separating the men from the women.  anyway, my SIL finally got fed up with my niece lagging and the need to keep pulling her, she finally asked my niece, 'what are you doing?  walk nicely!'  my niece replied with, 'mommy, who's that lady following me?'

my SIL looked passed my niece and didn't see anybody.  there were a lot of people around but nobody looked like they were following them. 

needless to say, my SIL grabbed my niece and they came home right away. 

you all know the old belief...that until children get their adult teeth, they are more susceptible to seeing 'things.'



Eeeeeks! Once my lil baby cousin (he was 4) said he saw someone in the woods waving at him (by my house). It was pitch ass black outside and the middle of winter and there was NOBODY there when I looked two seconds after he said that. I told him we didnt know that person and drove us straight home!

 :o
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: Pandora` on January 28, 2010, 04:57:04 PM
Eeeeeks! Once my lil baby cousin (he was 4) said he saw someone in the woods waving at him (by my house). It was pitch ass black outside and the middle of winter and there was NOBODY there when I looked two seconds after he said that. I told him we didnt know that person and drove us straight home!

 :o



maybe it was a branch...
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: sahara on January 28, 2010, 05:14:10 PM
i got another one about my bil's frens wife..if anyone is interested in this thread and hearing this one then let me know..its kinda long but scary.  :o

Do tell, do tell!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 07:35:06 PM
here goes the story about my BIL' s buddy's wife..

ima call her betty(since i dont wana reveal her real name)..well when betty was younger she had this demon that liked her so he would always haunt her..and you know how sometimes ghost/demons would sit on top(rape) you so u cant move? well her demon always rape her..she say she can feel it's presence lingering around her before it attacks her..she also mentions that when it comes onto her bed she can literally feel like a person is climbing into bed with her and then bam! it's ontop of her and not to be gross or anything but i swear she said she can feel it's gentials on her..i know but that what she says..anyways. .it scares her soo much and badly(keep in mind this been goin on for yrs.) her parents got her grandma to do a jingle bell to chase the demon away..and so the jingle bell took place and the grandma locked the demon somewhere inside betty's hoouse and betty and her family moved away..she is to never go near that block or the house because if she does than the demon will recognize her and follow her

many yrs later..betty has 4 kids and a husband..and betty is the type of cool wife tthat let her hubby's homies come kick whenever thhey wanted..and so one nite she felt the demon's presence and it came to her while she was sleeping and raped her..befor her demon got off of her he told her he was going to take her with it this time and pulled her leg..her husband was sleeping next to her so when she finally freed herself from the demon she quickly woke up her husband and told him the demon has come back after all these yrs..she was hella scare  so she called up her grandma and told her what happen..

from that point her grandma wanted to speak to the husband..when the husband got on the phone, betty's grandma told him that the demon has taken betty's soul when it pulled her leg and that  it's going to be too late to save her if they dont come to her house (which is an hour and a half drive away) rite away and do jingle bell betty will die..so the hubby quickly hung up the fone and called all his homies to help lend him some cash because he has to do jingle bell right away..30 mins after the conversation he shows up at my BIL's house to borrow some cash and my BIL gave him a 100 and some of the other homies gave him cashh also..

within an hour they left to the grandma's place tto do the jingle bell..and they had to buy those huge ass candles and hmong papers and all those stuff..it took the grandma like 2 days to catch the demon..she then locked the demon inside this jar and told the demon that if the demon is hungry ask the grandma and she will feed it and if the demon needed something the grandma will try to fulfill it but to leave betty alone because she is married and she dont want it (they also did this other jingle that same day  that ties the husband's and wife's soul together)..

we later  found out that the demon was a diff. demon that attacked betty...it followed some of her husband's friends to betty's house and when it arrived there it saw betty and liked betty..the demon didnt see that betty was a wedded woman because she never did the jingle bell whereas she ties her soul with her husbands so the demon saw her as a lonely and single  soul..that's why the demon wanted to take her..also she doesnt have that thing whereas you put on your wall during EAT 30's so her house was not protected that's why demons/ghosts can easily enter..

now she's back to normal and is saved..
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: bossymum on January 28, 2010, 07:47:42 PM
back in the days...

we recently moved into a new house and one day after school, i went upstairs to change my clothes.  as i was looking in the mirror, i notice that the reflection of the room was moving/shaking.  i turned around around and everything looked fine. 

as i needed to finish tying my hair, i turned around to look into the mirror and saw the same thing.  i, then, screamed at the top of my lungs for my mommy.  she came upstairs followed by my other siblings and asked me was was wrong.  i pointed to the mirror and said, 'look, the room is moving.'  my mommy pulled me closer and said, 'don't worry, if you haven't done anything to a ghost, it won't harm you.'

we all went downstairs, sat on the couch, and turned the tv on.  my mommy went to the kitchen and made us dinner and we all pretended as if nothing happened.  at least we tried to.


anyway, a couple days later, we went to my cousin's house (they lived two blocks away) and i told them about what happened.  they were asking me all sorts of questions and then my uncle poked his head into the room and asked: DID IT HAPPEN WHILE THE TRAIN WAS COMING?


we lived two blocks away from the train tracks, and what...it was a new house... and i was eight!!!

lol i got one that is funny too..

so one nite i woke up to some crunching,nibbling sounds...my eyes adjusted to the darkness and i was listening ever soooo closely to the crunching noise..i looked down at the foot of my comp. desk i see this head of long hair on the floor..and the crunching sound continues..it was like the thing was nibbling on soft bones..i was scared shietless so i quickly shook my husband awake..he was like "damn, what!?" i was like "hunny, im scare" and he was like "wth? go back to sleep" then i whisper "dont u hear that?" he was like " what.." i said " the crunching sound" (all the while keeping my eyes on the long hair on the ground..then i point and whisper "see that..hurry go turn on the light" so he jumps out of bed and turns on the light and walks over to the comp. desk..he bends down and turns to me with the hair..and he says "isn't this your stupid hair extension?" and im like "uhhhh..yea..bu t what about that crunching sound i heard?" then he opens the closet door and pulls out my oreo cookies and started to ruffle the plastic covering and said "is this the crunching sound you heard?" i was like "uhh yess" and he said "stupid it was just the freakin mouse tryin to get at the cookies..look. .there's tiny bite marks on the stupid orea bag" than i started laughing..LOL. .whooo..got me scare for a moment..  ;D
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: sahara on January 29, 2010, 10:13:33 AM
lol i got one that is funny too..

so one nite i woke up to some crunching,nibbling sounds...my eyes adjusted to the darkness and i was listening ever soooo closely to the crunching noise..i looked down at the foot of my comp. desk i see this head of long hair on the floor..and the crunching sound continues..it was like the thing was nibbling on soft bones..i was scared shietless so i quickly shook my husband awake..he was like "damn, what!?" i was like "hunny, im scare" and he was like "wth? go back to sleep" then i whisper "dont u hear that?" he was like " what.." i said " the crunching sound" (all the while keeping my eyes on the long hair on the ground..then i point and whisper "see that..hurry go turn on the light" so he jumps out of bed and turns on the light and walks over to the comp. desk..he bends down and turns to me with the hair..and he says "isn't this your stupid hair extension?" and im like "uhhhh..yea..bu t what about that crunching sound i heard?" then he opens the closet door and pulls out my oreo cookies and started to ruffle the plastic covering and said "is this the crunching sound you heard?" i was like "uhh yess" and he said "stupid it was just the freakin mouse tryin to get at the cookies..look. .there's tiny bite marks on the stupid orea bag" than i started laughing..LOL. .whooo..got me scare for a moment..  ;D

Good laugh and thanks for sharing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on January 29, 2010, 04:03:27 PM
back in the days...

we recently moved into a new house and one day after school, i went upstairs to change my clothes.  as i was looking in the mirror, i notice that the reflection of the room was moving/shaking.  i turned around around and everything looked fine.  

as i needed to finish tying my hair, i turned around to look into the mirror and saw the same thing.  i, then, screamed at the top of my lungs for my mommy.  she came upstairs followed by my other siblings and asked me was was wrong.  i pointed to the mirror and said, 'look, the room is moving.'  my mommy pulled me closer and said, 'don't worry, if you haven't done anything to a ghost, it won't harm you.'

we all went downstairs, sat on the couch, and turned the tv on.  my mommy went to the kitchen and made us dinner and we all pretended as if nothing happened.  at least we tried to.


anyway, a couple days later, we went to my cousin's house (they lived two blocks away) and i told them about what happened.  they were asking me all sorts of questions and then my uncle poked his head into the room and asked: DID IT HAPPEN WHILE THE TRAIN WAS COMING?


we lived two blocks away from the train tracks, and what...it was a new house... and i was eight!!!


LoL hahahaha good one  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TeamDarkside on January 30, 2010, 02:36:22 PM
one day i was up late on the internet. i didnt have no music or anything on. it was dead quiet. it was about 2am. i was playing myspace poker and suddenly a voice came to my right ear and said "Do you want to be friends?(in english)" i did not say anything, jst trying to ignore like it was nothing. then it spoke again. i was really freak out this time. so i went to microsoft to a blank page and type "I dont want to be friends." it says "Ok i'll leave then"...i said "Please leave, you dont belong in this world anymore." KABOOM a cold wind flew pass me and no longer hear no more voice. i did not attempt to look or turn my head around for this friendly ghost or something. OMG goosebumps...
Title: Re: true scary stories
Post by: passingby#2 on January 31, 2010, 07:04:08 PM
okay...a real ghost story now...

a few years ago, my SIL took my three year-old niece to a funeral.  

for those of you who live in MN, this is the old funeral home on dale - its no longer there.  anyway, if you've never been to the funeral home, there is a hallway that separates the room where the men sit and play cards from the room where people sit with the dead.

my SIL told me that as they entered the funeral home, she grabbed my niece's hand and walked down the hallway.  my niece kept lagging and looking back.  my SIL didn't pay too much attention to this because she was saying 'hi' to people and doing small talk as they walked down the hallway.  because my SIL wanted some coffee, they went to the kitchen and came back through the same hallway.  still, my niece continue to lag behind and my SIL had to tug her along.

then they went to the side where people sit with the dead.  that room also has an isle separating the men from the women.  anyway, my SIL finally got fed up with my niece lagging and the need to keep pulling her, she finally asked my niece, 'what are you doing?  walk nicely!'  my niece replied with, 'mommy, who's that lady following me?'

my SIL looked passed my niece and didn't see anybody.  there were a lot of people around but nobody looked like they were following them.  

needless to say, my SIL grabbed my niece and they came home right away.  

you all know the old belief...that until children get their adult teeth, they are more susceptible to seeing 'things.'



Freaky  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 01, 2010, 03:46:29 PM
one day i was up late on the internet. i didnt have no music or anything on. it was dead quiet. it was about 2am. i was playing myspace poker and suddenly a voice came to my right ear and said "Do you want to be friends?(in english)" i did not say anything, jst trying to ignore like it was nothing. then it spoke again. i was really freak out this time. so i went to microsoft to a blank page and type "I dont want to be friends." it says "Ok i'll leave then"...i said "Please leave, you dont belong in this world anymore." KABOOM a cold wind flew pass me and no longer hear no more voice. i did not attempt to look or turn my head around for this friendly ghost or something. OMG goosebumps...
wow..that's soooo spooky..
i hear voices too..
I woke up to the early summer sun shining..and my hub’s back was turned towards me(so I was facing his back and he was facing the door)..like every other morning I reached over and grabbed him on his shoulders so I can turn him to face me and wake him up..as I was just about to grab his shoulders I see this white hand slide up and was holding onto the spot where I was going to grab..and I heard this girl voice saying “dabbbbb ossss†i quickly shook him awake on his side and he woke up but the hand was gone..another morning I woke up and as I was about to turn my hub over I heard him said, “don’t touch me.†But as he said this it was like he said it right into my ear canal..So I was like “wth?†and I turned him over anyways and yelled “what did u say?†and he woke up all groggy and was like “wat?†and I ask him why did he tell me not to touch him and he said he never say anything and was sleeping. The next morning he was sleeping(faced towards the door again) and I was going to reach over to turn him over when I heard him say “who’s ur daddy?†than I started cracking up and woke him up..that one was funny..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 01, 2010, 04:44:40 PM
Never ever torture animals!. I remember back in Cali, this one Hmong family had a mentally challenge son who'd can't sleep at night but will be asleep through out the whole day. He was already around seventeen when I first saw him one night at a cousin's house, he loved pots and pans and will banged them very loud when ever he gets the chance to. Later on after we moved, I heard story that his parents took him to see a shaman and he told them that their son is actually the black cat that the wife had torture and left to die in the garden back in Laos. She was bored than so she grab that cat she saw at the garden that day when she was a kid, she hit it with a stick, tie it up to a tree and than throw rocks at it, and finally she stick a stick from the cat's mouth and it came out from the other side (you know, the behind). The cat didn't die, she hanged it on a tree and went to eat launch with her parents, came back and the cat was gone. Yeah, many years has pass, she's change and all grown up and got married and the past finally caught up to her. The shaman said that when she left the cat on that tree, the cat wasn't happy so it already went to heaven and waited in line for it's turn to take revenge and after all those years it finally got proof from the heaven to be reborn mentally challenge for the girl to take care of for the rest of her life.

This reminds me of a story my grandma told us while I was pregnant..
She said there was this one lady who wanted to have children soo bad but couldn’t. her husband and her did everything to help her conceived like drinking those herbs drinks,medicine,the stomach rub..etc..but nothing worked..so one day they went to go see a shaman and ask the shaman to look why they couldn’t bear any children..as the shaman looked he noticed the wife had done something bad when she was a kid and asked the wife what did she do..she say she remember when she was a kid and she was watching a chicken lay an egg..as the egg was coming out, she reached out and pushed the egg backup the chickens’ butt..and the chicken then die..so the shaman said because she was cruel to the animal she was cursed to not have any children..so that’s why you shouldn’t do mean things to animals..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on February 01, 2010, 05:25:52 PM
This reminds me of a story my grandma told us while I was pregnant..
She said there was this one lady who wanted to have children soo bad but couldn’t. her husband and her did everything to help her conceived like drinking those herbs drinks,medicine,the stomach rub..etc..but nothing worked..so one day they went to go see a showmen and ask the shaman to look why they couldn’t bear any children..as the shaman looked he noticed the wife had done something bad when she was a kid and asked the wife what did she do..she say she remember when she was a kid and she was watching a chicken lay an egg..as the egg was coming out, she reached out and pushed the egg backup the chickens’ butt..and the chicken then die..so the shaman said because she was cruel to the animal she was cursed to not have any children..so that’s why you shouldn’t do mean things to animals..


you reminded me of a story.

I don't remember where i got the story from. But anyways:

there was this one lady who had a handicap son. He couldn't care for himself so she had to care for him. One day she went to a shao/shaman or whatever to ask if he could explain why she bore a handicap son. After the shao/shaman looked into it, he told her that when she was a child out playing. She came across and cat/dog. She tortured it and hung it on its tail to die. So when it died it promised to reborn to her as a handicap child for her to take care of.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 01, 2010, 05:41:16 PM
i've heard stories about animal tortures
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: canibus_man on February 02, 2010, 10:08:36 AM
here's mine... my cousin's grandma was very sick. and they lived in sactown at the time, so my parents wanted to visit her. i tagged along with my parents, b'cause i havent seen my cousins for a while.
we got there around 7:30 at night, my dad drove to their house and drop me and younger brother off there. they went off to the hospital. that night, at my cousins house me and my cousin had to watched her nieces and nephew. that night she had a dream about her grandma. she kept hearing someone/something knocking on the window..tic.. tic..tic..she pay no mind went back to sleep...she heard it again..this time it was a little louder Tic! tick! so she leaned over to her window which is facing her right opens up the curtains and sees her grandma looking at her with all those medical oxygen tubes around her face, nose and everything. she freak'd out. so she closed the curtains right away. her grandma told her to open her window as she kept banging on the window louder and louder and louder and she kept saying open your window for me!!  she finally woke up from her sleep from me knocking on her door..(so the banging noise she dreamt about was probably me knocking on her door. i did knock kinda loud because here mom wanted to talk to her) she got up open the door and i handed her the phone.. "it's your mom on the line," i told her. she answers the phone..."yeah," she said, still a little drowsy from her sleep..and then she started crying 3 seconds later...her grandma had just passed away 15 minutes ago her mom said..my cousin was visited by her grandma right before she died and wanted to take her with..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 02, 2010, 10:46:35 AM
Ok so this happened to my BIL when he used to go out and hang with his buddies.
They were kicking at one of his boy’s place which is at an apartment. His buddy’s apartment is at the corner since it’s the last door and straight ahead is this fence with a tree on the other side of the fence.  Well, as everyone was drinking and smoking, one of their buddy was video recording everyone enjoying their time. And this went on for a bit until they got tired of staying outside and everyone decided to kick it inside the living room instead. So, they decided to watch what their buddy had recorded since there wasn’t anything to do except drink and talk. As they were watching the tape, they noticed that as the camera was going from person to person, they saw how the smoke(that they exhale) was going around everyone that was outside. It wasn’t like regular smoke whereas you just blow out and it fades away, this smoke was winding around every single one of their buddies.
Then the camera turns toward the fence and tree and they can see this huge black cat sitting on the tree. He said this cat was soooo huge it can not be an ordinary cat because it was sooo big and it had a crown on it’s head. The cat was just staring at the whole group. The scary thing was a couple weeks befor the kick back my BIL and his buddy saw this black cat and they had chased it and cornered it and killed it. He said the big cat on the tree looked exactly like the one they killed except this time it was bigger and had a crown. He said that a cat with a crown means it’s a demon or the devil. Then when the camera went back towards the tree the cat was gone.
One of the roommate had his sister watched the tape and as she was watching, she was glued onto the tv screen not budging. After the tape was over, she just kept sitting there not moving. So the guys got scare and try to wake her out of her trance but she wouldn’t budge.they all tried to pry her off the couch but it was as if she weigh a thousand pounds..so all the homies gathered around her and tried to get her off the couch,no matter how hard they pulled on her, she wouldn’t budge. They started to get really freaked out, then her uncle came home and was like “wth?†the guys explain that she watched the tape that they recorded and now they cant move her. The uncle was like “you guys must be crazy†and he walks over to the sister and lifted her up like nothing and put her to bed. MY bil later found out that the reason why no one can move her was because they were all shaman believers and the uncle was a Christian.  Anywho, he told me the homie moved after that but he still had the tape.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on February 02, 2010, 10:51:14 AM
Ok so this happened to my BIL when he used to go out and hang with his buddies.
They were kicking at one of his boy’s place which is at an apartment. His buddy’s apartment is at the corner since it’s the last door and straight ahead is this fence with a tree on the other side of the fence.  Well, as everyone was drinking and smoking, one of their buddy was video recording everyone enjoying their time. And this went on for a bit until they got tired of staying outside and everyone decided to kick it inside the living room instead. So, they decided to watch what their buddy had recorded since there wasn’t anything to do except drink and talk. As they were watching the tape, they noticed that as the camera was going from person to person, they saw how the smoke(that they exhale) was going around everyone that was outside. It wasn’t like regular smoke whereas you just blow out and it fades away, this smoke was winding around every single one of their buddies.
Then the camera turns toward the fence and tree and they can see this huge black cat sitting on the tree. He said this cat was soooo huge it can not be an ordinary cat because it was sooo big and it had a crown on it’s head. The cat was just staring at the whole group. The scary thing was a couple weeks befor the kick back my BIL and his buddy saw this black cat and they had chased it and cornered it and killed it. He said the big cat on the tree looked exactly like the one they killed except this time it was bigger and had a crown. He said that a cat with a crown means it’s a demon or the devil. Then when the camera went back towards the tree the cat was gone.
One of the roommate had his sister watched the tape and as she was watching, she was glued onto the tv screen not budging. After the tape was over, she just kept sitting there not moving. So the guys got scare and try to wake her out of her trance but she wouldn’t budge.they all tried to pry her off the couch but it was as if she weigh a thousand pounds..so all the homies gathered around her and tried to get her off the couch,no matter how hard they pulled on her, she wouldn’t budge. They started to get really freaked out, then her uncle came home and was like “wth?” the guys explain that she watched the tape that they recorded and now they cant move her. The uncle was like “you guys must be crazy” and he walks over to the sister and lifted her up like nothing and put her to bed. MY bil later found out that the reason why no one can move her was because they were all shaman believers and the uncle was a Christian.  Anywho, he told me the homie moved after that but he still had the tape.


ummm... what exactly what they smoking ?   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 02, 2010, 11:09:20 AM
here's mine... my cousin's grandma was very sick. and they lived in sactown at the time, so my parents wanted to visit her. i tagged along with my parents, b'cause i havent seen my cousins for a while.
we got there around 7:30 at night, my dad drove to their house and drop me and younger brother off there. they went off to the hospital. that night, at my cousins house me and my cousin had to watched her nieces and nephew. that night she had a dream about her grandma. she kept hearing someone/something knocking on the window..tic.. tic..tic..she pay no mind went back to sleep...she heard it again..this time it was a little louder Tic! tick! so she leaned over to her window which is facing her right opens up the curtains and sees her grandma looking at her with all those medical oxygen tubes around her face, nose and everything. she freak'd out. so she closed the curtains right away. her grandma told her to open her window as she kept banging on the window louder and louder and louder and she kept saying open your window for me!!  she finally woke up from her sleep from me knocking on her door..(so the banging noise she dreamt about was probably me knocking on her door. i did knock kinda loud because here mom wanted to talk to her) she got up open the door and i handed her the phone.. "it's your mom on the line," i told her. she answers the phone..."yeah," she said, still a little drowsy from her sleep..and then she started crying 3 seconds later...her grandma had just passed away 15 minutes ago her mom said..my cousin was visited by her grandma right before she died and wanted to take her with..

why would her grandma want to do such a mean thing?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 02, 2010, 11:10:13 AM
Talking about hearing people call your name, I have a story.
My little cousin Jordan always hear people call his name. he would be playing outside/inside and he would always hear his mom yell his name. but, each time he goes to his mom and ask why she keeps yelling his name,his mom would say she never called for him. One day my mom was over at their house and while she was conversating with jordan’s mother, Jordan came to them asked why she was calling for him again. His mom say she didn’t and my mom confirmed it for Jordan saying that the whole time my mom was talking to his mother and she didn’t hear his mom call him. Then, another day my mom was in the back doing something at their place and Jordan comes up to my mom and told her that everyday he would hear his mom call him but it’s not his mom and he was told never to answer and if he hears his name called he has to go to his mom and ask if it was her. Then, my mom answered that he was very smart to never answer and then Jordan pause for a moment and asked “aunty…do u hear that?†and my mom was like “hear what Jordan?†and he said “my mom is screaming my name again…I have to go ask my mom why she is screaming..i’ll be back.†And he took off inside the house to go find his mom.
Also, Jordan’s sister also see things. One night as she was walking in the hallway to go use the bathroom, she can see from the corner of her eye a shadow with long hair leaning over her sleeping grandma in her room. She thought maybe she was just seeing things so she waited for a bit and went back to the her bedroom door to see if the thing is still there. As she peeks, she sees the same shadow leaning over her grandma and she was soo scare she ran to her parents and told them. They went to go check but the shadow was gone. Another night as her dad and her was pulling up the driveway at 10 pm she asked her dad “dad..why is mom digging for worms this late at night?†(they go fishing a lot and her m om would always dig for worms befor they go off fishing) and her dad answers “what are u talking about?†and then she points to the garden and say “why is mom out there this late at night looking for worms? Are you guys going to go fishing?†and her dad looks at the spot where she points and saw nothing and he say to not say fake things like that to him because he sees nothing. Then she say “really dad, im not lying. Mom is over there digging for worms, don’t u see her?†then he got freaked and ordered her to get inside the house and stop saying that because she was creeping him out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 02, 2010, 11:11:39 AM
why would you kill a cat? something is not right...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 02, 2010, 11:13:37 AM
ummm... what exactly what they smoking ?   ;D
just ciggs..they dont like weed if that's what ur talking about..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 02, 2010, 11:15:36 AM
why would you kill a cat? something is not right...
ask them that..my hubb and his bro and them always chase cats whenever they see one and would try to kill them..often they would set their pitt on cats..i dont know but they have issues with cats..i (on the other hand) think they are cruel and i would often yell at them if i see them trying to throw stuff at stray cats..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: canibus_man on February 02, 2010, 11:31:03 AM
ummm... what exactly what they smoking ?   ;D

thats what im sayin!!! pass me some of that sh.it they're smoking?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on February 02, 2010, 11:38:58 AM
ask them that..my hubb and his bro and them always chase cats whenever they see one and would try to kill them..often they would set their pitt on cats..i dont know but they have issues with cats..i (on the other hand) think they are cruel and i would often yell at them if i see them trying to throw stuff at stray cats..

GHETTO
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 02, 2010, 01:00:23 PM
GHETTO
childish right? LOL. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on February 02, 2010, 01:08:30 PM
childish right? LOL. ;D

very, If you're over 10 and still torture animals than you're either mentally ill or a dumbass!!

/rant over

back to ghost stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 02, 2010, 01:32:01 PM
Last year my BIL and his wife was looking for a house because they wanted to move out. They found this place that my SIL really liked..she said the front yard was sooo pretty and the house was beautiful. The owner was a hmong woman and the price she was offering was affordable and my SIL wanted to move into it. But before she was going to make an offer she told her mom about the house she wanted and her mom told her not to buy it. Her friend also told her not to purchase the house because it’s curse. The story goes that there was a family who moved into the house..not long the husband suddenly dies. The cause of death was not explainable since he was a healthy man and all of a sudden he died in his sleep. The second family, the husband of that family was also healthy and not long after living there he suddenly died in his sleep. The third family, there was no dad but the grandma who can see perfectly fine became blinded. They did a shaman ceremony and found out the house was cursed and so they moved out. Soon after they moved out the grandma’s vision came back and she was fine again. So my BIL and his wife asked the owner abut the history of the house and like every other hmong og she lied and said it was perfect and nothing was wrong with it. So they ignore the hmong ladies phone calls and finally told the hmong owner that they decided not to buy the house.  thank god my SIL mom and her friend warn her about the house or else my BIL would be the next victim.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 02, 2010, 01:49:01 PM
I remember when me and my hub was still living with his parents..
We came home late one nite almost midnight(came back from my mama’s place)..my hub opens the door and head on inside first so I follow behind..and as I was shutting the door behind me and locking it(we both were inside the house in the dark) and I hear this loud CLANK! Like something metal dropped to the floor..so I turned around in the darkness and quickly turned on the kitchen light switch and I see my hub by the kitchen table staring at the ground all in shock..so I was like “WTh man?†and he was like…†the spoon on the ground was floating when I came in and when u close the door it dropped!†and I turned to the spoon on the ground and I said “don’t say that kind of Shiet to me, it just fell alright..let’s go take a shower.†So we both race to our room..and the next day I ask him wat really happened and he said when he walked into the kitchen to put the food we brought home with us down, as he turned around he saw the spoon floating in midair and right when I was closing the door the spoon fell and that was the loud CLANK I heard...
There’s a lot of paranormal stuff that happens in his parents’ house..and later to my experience I found out by his granny that the previous family that lived there had a son who got shot and died..my hubb’s granny forbid my MIL to rent the home but my MIL didn’t listen..that’s why some creepy things happens to my HUbb and me while living there..more to come but will write them down later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 02, 2010, 03:15:13 PM
lol i got one that is funny too..

so one nite i woke up to some crunching,nibbling sounds...my eyes adjusted to the darkness and i was listening ever soooo closely to the crunching noise..i looked down at the foot of my comp. desk i see this head of long hair on the floor..and the crunching sound continues..it was like the thing was nibbling on soft bones..i was scared shietless so i quickly shook my husband awake..he was like "damn, what!?" i was like "hunny, im scare" and he was like "wth? go back to sleep" then i whisper "dont u hear that?" he was like " what.." i said " the crunching sound" (all the while keeping my eyes on the long hair on the ground..then i point and whisper "see that..hurry go turn on the light" so he jumps out of bed and turns on the light and walks over to the comp. desk..he bends down and turns to me with the hair..and he says "isn't this your stupid hair extension?" and im like "uhhhh..yea..bu t what about that crunching sound i heard?" then he opens the closet door and pulls out my oreo cookies and started to ruffle the plastic covering and said "is this the crunching sound you heard?" i was like "uhh yess" and he said "stupid it was just the freakin mouse tryin to get at the cookies..look. .there's tiny bite marks on the stupid orea bag" than i started laughing..LOL. .whooo..got me scare for a moment..  ;D

Long time ago we moved into a new place and it has over flowing mouse population. We went and got 30 to 40 mouse trap and set it around the house, amazingly nothing happened during the day but at night it was musical. For about a month every night from when all the lights went out around 9pm to 5am before the sun raise, we hear "SNAP!, SNAP!, SNAP!, SNAP!, SNAP". Me and my brother well wake up every morning and flush all those dead mice and re-set the traps. It was fun while it last. That was the same house that my aunt saw two hairy creature, one on top of the other flicking the light switch in the hallway.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on February 02, 2010, 05:25:06 PM
You guys heard about Hmong people being banned from funeral homes because of the strong paranormal happening in them. Janitor be seeing Hmong people blowing flute and crying after everyone left the building.
I know this is an old post but I'm new and have to catch up hehe any way about this question my grandfather past away in early 2009.  We wanted to have his funeral at a place that all hmong people always has. Well they told us no cause they keep seeing only the hmong people rise up and walk around like they weren't dead and still alive.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TeamDarkside on February 02, 2010, 05:30:14 PM
I know this is an old post but I'm new and have to catch up hehe any way about this question my grandfather past away in early 2009.  We wanted to have his funeral at a place that all hmong people always has. Well they told us no cause they keep seeing only the hmong people rise up and walk around like they weren't dead and still alive.

in fresno there use to be a funeral near B St which i heard that got burned down by black pple. i think they burn it down bcuz too much paranormal activity or something...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on February 02, 2010, 05:42:35 PM
in fresno there use to be a funeral near B St which i heard that got burned down by black pple. i think they burn it down bcuz too much paranormal activity or something...

So paranormal activities were affecting the blacks?  That's why they didn't like the funeral home and burnt it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TeamDarkside on February 02, 2010, 05:47:47 PM
So paranormal activities were affecting the blacks?  That's why they didn't like the funeral home and burnt it?

i guess they were experience some type of paranormal activity or maybe seeing ghost or white things walking around, its one of the story i heard. i was thinking they probably didnt like hmong pple always having funeral over there HAHAHA...this was the west side so nothing racist about talking about black pple burning the funeral building, majority is black pple at west side in fresno...

one time i was driving home i saw hmong pple fighting at another close funeral, saw them throwing chairs and swinging hmong knife. Hmoob ruamluss, tsis know how to sib hlub soo sad in a way...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on February 03, 2010, 08:05:42 AM
Never promise any kind of promises that you cannot keep. My dad's sister which is my Auntie made a promise with her ex-BF during her young teens. They loved each so other so much but both side parent did not approve. So they promises each other if the girl dies first, she reborn to his daughter to be his forever. If he dies first, he'll reborn to be her son forever. So the guy died before my Auntie and reborn as her son. Even though he's old enough now into his teens, he will still sleep with his parent separating the two couples apart from each other. When my Auntie and her husband wanted some alone intimate times, her wouls knock on the door and pretend to cry so hard to destroy there time together. So one day my auntie was wondering why she had such a kiddish son who doesn't know how to grow up at all. So she went to see the shaman lady and they say back when she was young she and her ex-BF made a promises to held onto each other. If one dies first one will reborn as the other own child and to never be separated. Thats why my parent always say never make promises that you cannot keep.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: nina_vaj on February 03, 2010, 08:15:27 AM
IDK if i told this story yet or not. Anyways. Back in Thailand my dad had this really great GF of his. However my Gramps then didnt like her and wanted him to married my mom, though she was an orphan they see her as a loyal and perfect daughter-in-law to have. So my dad was force to married my mom. Later after my dad married my mom, his GF suicide. Even though its been over more than 10 years now and my dad and us are living in the U.S. now, his GF follows him. Last year 2009, as my mom was sleeping she heard some ladies talking in her bedroom while she and my dad was asleep. As my mom was sleeping she had her legs cross over towards my dad and hand cuddling my dad. Then all a sudden she heard the ladies said, "who does she think she is holding my man like that. Lets show her some lesson." As soon as my mom heard this she woke up my dad and told him. Since my mom was a shaman medicine woman she came down stair and grab her sword and paper money with some red corn (OG's say Dab are scared of Red corn) and took it into her room. That night, it went away. After a few weeks my mom called me and my hubby to come over to help because she was doing a shaman ritual cermony for my dad because his ex-GF say she was coming for my dad and take him with her for lying and not marrying her. So me and my hubby came over and while they were chasing her out the house with the powder and fire flame (you know its something thats call hlawv hmoov piav) to scared her away. First they chased and fired the flame from my parents room and as me and sisters were in the living room, we heard a huge cry of a lady's voice crying horrifying upstairs from the bedroom. We got the chills and later told my mom. My mom say maybe they must have gotten her on fire or something. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 03, 2010, 09:27:26 AM
sounds like your dad didn't love your mom. after all, it was forced.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TeamDarkside on February 03, 2010, 09:54:31 AM
IDK if i told this story yet or not. Anyways. Back in Thailand my dad had this really great GF of his. However my Gramps then didnt like her and wanted him to married my mom, though she was an orphan they see her as a loyal and perfect daughter-in-law to have. So my dad was force to married my mom. Later after my dad married my mom, his GF suicide. Even though its been over more than 10 years now and my dad and us are living in the U.S. now, his GF follows him. Last year 2009, as my mom was sleeping she heard some ladies talking in her bedroom while she and my dad was asleep. As my mom was sleeping she had her legs cross over towards my dad and hand cuddling my dad. Then all a sudden she heard the ladies said, "who does she think she is holding my man like that. Lets show her some lesson." As soon as my mom heard this she woke up my dad and told him. Since my mom was a shaman medicine woman she came down stair and grab her sword and paper money with some red corn (OG's say Dab are scared of Red corn) and took it into her room. That night, it went away. After a few weeks my mom called me and my hubby to come over to help because she was doing a shaman ritual cermony for my dad because his ex-GF say she was coming for my dad and take him with her for lying and not marrying her. So me and my hubby came over and while they were chasing her out the house with the powder and fire flame (you know its something thats call hlawv hmoov piav) to scared her away. First they chased and fired the flame from my parents room and as me and sisters were in the living room, we heard a huge cry of a lady's voice crying horrifying upstairs from the bedroom. We got the chills and later told my mom. My mom say maybe they must have gotten her on fire or something. 


whewww scary...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on February 03, 2010, 12:55:52 PM
well after reading many scary and not so scary ghost stories on here...let me share mine with you. this happened last weekend during my husband's grandma's funeral. i picked him up at the funeral on my way back home from stockton around 9 pm and while we were driving home, i realized that something wasn't right so i asked him where david was. (david's our 11 year old boy) and omg...we left the poor kid at the funeral home so we went back to get him. anyhow, we got home and watched a movie that he had picked out on netflix...half way through the movie, we all fell asleep in the room. all of a sudden we heard weird noises coming from outside of the bedroom door,  but didn't think much of it and continued to sleep.(note that we didn't shut the bedroom door all the way and all the lights were off) a couple of minutes later, it happened again and this time it sounded more like footsteps...as if someone just came to the hallway and started walking. finally, my husband got up and grabbed his guns...loaded it and went to the door. he called out to see if it was his mom or younger brother that might've gotten back from the funeral, but no one answered. silly as it sounds...we didn't turn on the lights, the room was pitch black and there he was trying to be brave in front of me and the son although i knew deep down, he was scared! we finally turned on the switch and the three of us walked out in the living room to check if anything inordinate might have happened. he led the way as i was behind him followed by the son, who was even more scared. as we made our way through the hallway, we heard noises coming from the attic...like footsteps running back and forth. by golly...it was the freaken rats!!

but anyway, something strange did happened...the computer turned on by itself!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 03, 2010, 04:26:05 PM
well after reading many scary and not so scary ghost stories on here...let me share mine with you. this happened last weekend during my husband's grandma's funeral. i picked him up at the funeral on my way back home from stockton around 9 pm and while we were driving home, i realized that something wasn't right so i asked him where david was. (david's our 11 year old boy) and omg...we left the poor kid at the funeral home so we went back to get him. anyhow, we got home and watched a movie that he had picked out on netflix...half way through the movie, we all fell asleep in the room. all of a sudden we heard weird noises coming from outside of the bedroom door,  but didn't think much of it and continued to sleep.(note that we didn't shut the bedroom door all the way and all the lights were off) a couple of minutes later, it happened again and this time it sounded more like footsteps...as if someone just came to the hallway and started walking. finally, my husband got up and grabbed his guns...loaded it and went to the door. he called out to see if it was his mom or younger brother that might've gotten back from the funeral, but no one answered. silly as it sounds...we didn't turn on the lights, the room was pitch black and there he was trying to be brave in front of me and the son although i knew deep down, he was scared! we finally turned on the switch and the three of us walked out in the living room to check if anything inordinate might have happened. he led the way as i was behind him followed by the son, who was even more scared. as we made our way through the hallway, we heard noises coming from the attic...like footsteps running back and forth. by golly...it was the freaken rats!!

but anyway, something strange did happened...the computer turned on by itself!
LOL ur hubb carries a gun? is it for hunting reasons or for protection reasons? j/w..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 03, 2010, 04:28:09 PM
I know this is an old post but I'm new and have to catch up hehe any way about this question my grandfather past away in early 2009.  We wanted to have his funeral at a place that all hmong people always has. Well they told us no cause they keep seeing only the hmong people rise up and walk around like they weren't dead and still alive.
In atwater, CA their funeral home banned the hmongs from renting it because of all the paranormal activities..th at's the reason why they go to the next town to go rent the funeral home there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 03, 2010, 04:53:27 PM
Here’s another story that happened to my hub while we were still dating..
So one night as my hubby was waiting on his friends to come pick him up at my place, I told him to go straight home and not go do stupid guy stuffs. Well, that loser didn’t listen to me like most guys so his friends and him decided to go cruising. It was around 11pm and they were just driving out in the country where people do farming and grow corns etc..they were blasting the music and enjoying their ride when my hubby heard the faint sound of the qeej..he thought maybe he was just thinking too much or maybe it was the instrumental of the music..but he listened more closely and it was definitely the sound of the qeej playing..so he turned to his buddy that was seated in the back with him and ask if he heard the qeej playing..all the guys thought he was going loco so they turned the music off and listen..and then sure enough all the guys heard the song of the qeej and right then my hub and the driver sees this old hmong guy walking on the side of the road in hmong clothes but they can kind of see through him..it was like he was solid but not all the way solid..so the driver did a quick U-turn and speed the heck out of the country side..when my hub got home he told his mom and his mom demanded to talk to the driver so she can confirm that both of them saw the man and not hallucinating. .and sure enough they both were the only ones out of the five homies that saw the man but all of them heard the qeej..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 03, 2010, 05:10:55 PM
Since no one seems to be posting..i’ll share another one that happened to my SIL’s mom.
My SIL and her family had just moved into their new home..but something wasn’t right about the house. At night, they would sometimes hear a baby crying but didn’t think too much of it. Then one day they noticed that their mom had tied a pacifier ontop of their bedroom ceiling. So, they asked their mom why she had done that and her mom told them that a baby ghost have been coming to her at night and have been sucking on her breast..it scared her and her breasts started to hurt so she tied the pacifier for the ghost baby to suck on instead..but that didn’t stop the ghost baby..a shaman told them that the ghost baby wants a mother and saw my SIL’s mom as it’s own mother..in order for her to make the ghost baby understand that she is not it’s mother she needs to born another baby..and so she had another baby and the ghost baby left her alone..but one night after a long day at work my SIL came home to find that she will be sleeping alone since her younger sis was sleeping over at a friends..she was facing the wall when she heard a baby giggling..she slowly turns toward the sound(which is behind her) and she saw a baby girl with black curly hair playing with her behind her back..my SIL was scared shitless but she slowly turned towards the wall and pray for the ghost baby to leave..then she turns back to see if the ghost baby was still there but it already left..soon they moved out of that house and bought a brand new house…but my SIL’s sister claim to have seen the ghost baby in their new home too saying that it had follow them there..but the ghost baby doesn’t mean any harm..usually she would just play hide and seek scaring the crap out of my SIL’s sister.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on February 03, 2010, 09:20:10 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDwVAiMaxMA (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDwVAiMaxMA)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrmB8idSRWw (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrmB8idSRWw)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cdqt7S49fHY (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cdqt7S49fHY)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 04, 2010, 10:27:20 AM
so yesterday as i putting my one month old daughter in her crib i noticed her stuffed doggy was turned towards the wall of her crib..the other day i had put the stuffed doggy in her crib because i heard that ghosts or w.e. are supposebly scared of dogs so if you have a stuffed animal it will likely not bother you..when i placed the toy dog in her crib, i position it to whereas it is overlooking my daughter but when we got home from school and i was laying her down i noticed the dog was position facing the wall..so i asked my husband if he touched the toy dog and why would he turned it to the wall..he gives me this look like "are u f-ing with me/trying to scare me?" look..then he walks over to the crib and said " i didnt touch the thing" so i was like "dude, u dont remember if u touch the toy? i put it so it can protect baby and why would u turn it to the wall?" he was like " nope, didnt touch it, i swear." so i was like "stop trying to be stupid, just telll me if u turned it." but he swears he didnt, so i just dropped it and positioned the toy dog back to where it was suppose to be..creepy since we live on our own just me, the hubb and baby.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Anji88 on February 04, 2010, 12:44:34 PM
omg
Why would you post those movies?
But i didn't watch.. lol

anyways I've been lurking in this thread and decided to sign up just to share some stories.
they might not be scary but it keeps this thread running.
anyways..

1.  I was from milwaukee and if anyone live there, there's grant park by the lake. One time after coming up from the beach, we went through this open field that's also a cliff over looking the lake.  When I look there was a big rock there and a woman in white sitting on the rock over looking the lake.  Her dress was white and flowing in the wind. I look at her for a good 10 sec and when I finally blink she was gone. I wasn't scare but amaze actually.  I didn't get a good look at her face because her back was toward me.

2. There's a duplex house on 13th street. (yes 13th street) It used to be a brick red house but now they made it gray? anyways that my families used to live in there when be start life in america. My cousins would all live in there once. well IDK if its the house that is haunted but weird things been going on in there. I can't recall most of them since I was little back then.
One time playing with my sisters in the second living room I saw a lady with a baby on her back and she look just like my auntie.  She walk across the door of the kitchen like she was cooking and I got scare so turn away because I wasn't dumb and knew that my auntie wasn't over.  A month later she gave birth to a baby boy. 
(btw, it didn't look like a ghost it look human, just like my aunt)

3. Same house. My Uncle's wife live downstairs from us.  she said she keeps hearing some one upstairs (where we live) making noise at night. But we were all asleep.  She said sounds like some one is walking from our living room to the kitchen and back and then sounds like that person just drop a bunch of fruits or something on the floor and they scatter around making loud noises.  My mom told her we were all sleeping and no one is up.

4.  Same house. My sister was sleeping and she saw a ghost hovering over her and she said the ghost looks white with bloody face.. she was crying and my mom went to get her.

5. Same house. Once we all went out and my dad took the key to lock the door.  When we came back he couldn't find it and the door was locked (the upstair door to our place). We went outside and we look up to find the lights on and the T.V flashing through the window.  they got a huge ladder.. (idk how!) and climb all the way to the window and open it and got in.  We found the key in the house and my dad was hahaing afterward.

6. Same house. We have dolls and sometimes our doll would go off crying and laughing because it was those push dolls. We thought something was pressuring it but we were finally brave enough to check and turns out it was off.  My mom said it was probably the batteries.. ??

there might be more that happened but I guess they didn't tell us.

7.  Different house on greenfield st. (I think).  Well we had family living upstairs and we live downstairs.  Once my dad was yelling at my mom, they got in a fight and he went to lay down in my stepmom's bedroom. Later he started screaming and kicking in horrid. My step mom came in and we don't know what happen but she said that ghost was haunting him because he was yelling at my mom for nothing.  so guys treat a woman well! Btw, it wasn't just one ghost.. there were more then three i believe. they were standing at the end of the bed and doing stuff to him.

8. same house.  The grandma that lives upstairs was doing her needle work on the porch at night. (her bedroom had a small porch) She heard something and look down to find a girl ghost in a pink skirt (like mines) walking around the backyard.  The girl look up at her and smiles then gone. She said it had long hair and was around me and my sister's age and height.  She wasn't scare though.  One time she got in a fight with her grandson and she fell into a trance i believe.  She was shaking, crying and talking to her dead husband about taking her with him and hurry up to do it cuz she don't wanna live anymore.  Her daughter was crying and talking her out of it.  my mother was calming her down and I held her feet down so she can stop kicking.  It was scary I tell ya.  It went on for an hour or so and she calm down.  Nothing happen afterward. 
I guess they were being mean to her and her husband along with her mother and families came to get her out of no where.

9. Same house.  My little sister was born and she was around the age was 1.  She started crying out of no where and we couldn't stop her.  My grandma (dad's mom) was over and she took some branches and fire it up.  I forgot who held her in the chair but my granny went in circle chanting and later my sister stop crying.  We found out our grandpa that passed away (granny's husband) came back to visit my little sister.  Btw my grandpa die when we were small and there was only my brother and two sister and me.  My brother never met my grandpa so he always came to visit him. (my brother was sent off to the babysitter or something and separated from my grandpa).  He even came to my aunts dream to tell her to visit my runaway cousin because she was poor and have nothing to eat and crying.. she told me she was crying to my grandpa and he came into her mother's dream to say 'bring mao back'.  We love him and he never hurt us even in a paranormal way. we did the ceremony to reincarnated him and now it's told he live in thailand as a boy.  During that time we have everyone in a room so he can come see us for the last time. they said it would be a rotten smell or something because he's here. We were scare and was actually excited for his visit.. my stupid cousin ruin it cuz he farted and we though it was him -_-.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TeamDarkside on February 04, 2010, 12:56:59 PM
^ anji88 alot of good story but not scary yet enough...7 was kinda creepy...

so yesterday as i putting my one month old daughter in her crib i noticed her stuffed doggy was turned towards the wall of her crib..the other day i had put the stuffed doggy in her crib because i heard that ghosts or w.e. are supposebly scared of dogs so if you have a stuffed animal it will likely not bother you..when i placed the toy dog in her crib, i position it to whereas it is overlooking my daughter but when we got home from school and i was laying her down i noticed the dog was position facing the wall..so i asked my husband if he touched the toy dog and why would he turned it to the wall..he gives me this look like "are u f-ing with me/trying to scare me?" look..then he walks over to the crib and said " i didnt touch the thing" so i was like "dude, u dont remember if u touch the toy? i put it so it can protect baby and why would u turn it to the wall?" he was like " nope, didnt touch it, i swear." so i was like "stop trying to be stupid, just telll me if u turned it." but he swears he didnt, so i just dropped it and positioned the toy dog back to where it was suppose to be..creepy since we live on our own just me, the hubb and baby.

u r a bossymum HAHAHA...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Anji88 on February 04, 2010, 01:12:29 PM
LOl yeah, I just want to post.. i did warn that it wasn't scary =D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 04, 2010, 01:25:20 PM
since i was reading some of the stories and many talked about their deceased grandparents.. it reminded me of my deceased granddad

my bro told me that before our granddad passed away, he would tell my bro to go grab the fly swatter and hit the ghosts around him..so my bro would be jumping from couch to couch swatting at the air, he thought it was kind of weird for granddad to be telling him to swatt at invisible things but he did it anyways to make granddad feel better. I remember the night that led my granddad to be hospitalized and from there led him to his death. I was sleeping over(we live next door to them and i use to love to sleep with granny&granddad) and i remember granddad waking up in the middle of the night to go pee and granny telling him to becareful  since it's dark because he might trip and fall..(note:my granddad had artheritis and his feet were badly swollen and all casted up)..right when my granny said that my granddad slipped and fell..i ran to go turn on the light and he was laying on the ground with urine all over, as i kidd i was scared but smart enough to run out the door to go tell my parents(next door) to call 911.He later got hospitalized but died there. It was said that all his ex wives came for him,he had many wives since they would die one after the other, my granny(my dad's stepmom) was the only one who survived.So the invisible things that my granddad had my bro swatting at was his dead wives.


another one..
My uncle came down to cali to visit us and he went to go hang with his friends.
as they were in the car getting ready to take off somewhere he sees my granddad(his dad) in
the back seat.he got freaked so he told his buddy that his dead dad is in the back
his friend didnt see anything and decided to drop my uncle back at our place.
i think he was on drugs or something coz my uncle does coke and meth.but who knows if
it was the drugs that was kicking in or was it really granddad trying to tell him something

another incident with the same uncle
we get this call from my other uncle saying that my uncle is going insane
he gets on the phone with my dad and starts crying hysterically
he said there is a tiger in his house and the tiger is trying to eat him
but he sees granddad(his dead dad) and granddad told him to find 3 pebbles that can save him
he said he found two but he cant find the last one..
he says the tiger is still there and he's scare
my dad thinks it's his drugs and told him that the pebbles will keep him safe so dont be scare
but i think it's just his drugs that's makeing him go loco
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 04, 2010, 01:41:33 PM
Reading these stories keep reminding me of other stories..
Here’s one that happen to my BIL.(he has a lot of stories since he used to be a bad boy)
So in our town we have this lake that everyone goes fishing at but it’s so call hunted at night. I do know that the patrol officer will close the lake’s gate at 8pm. Well, there’s this little light house midway on the lake’s walkpath leading to the other side of the lake where ppls go swimming instead of fishing..the story goes that once ago there was a mother who lost her child to the water. Everyday she would wait by the lighthouse for her kid to come back until she died. Some have claimed to see her at night, maybe that’s the reason why this lake is closed at 8pm. Well, my BIL and his buddies decided to go to the lake to go kick and drink(note:it was late..very late) (also I asked him why would they chose the hunted lake out of all the other places they could have kicked at and he said they were stupid and the lake was easy to get into,besides they thought they were tough LOL) as they were just chilling on one of the tables overlooking the lake and talking, someone mentioned about the story of the lonely ghost mother who awaits her child at the light house. As the story of the ghost mother was mentioned, they all spot this glowing light on the lighthouse walking path and when they looked more closely it was in the shape of a women floating along the path but she was glowing like an angel, they were all stunned and shocked frozen in their places until one of the guys screamed a girly,bloody scream and took off running into the direction of the parked cars(they rolled up in 3 cars) I guess that must of broken all of the other guy’s frozen trance and next thing u know the rest of the guys dropped their beers and raced towards the car. My BIL said the car he was in, the driver was in such panic that he was shaking and couldn’t stick the keys in the ignition LOL, but he did it and all 3 cars backed up at the same time almost colliding with each other and they all sped away. So he confirmed that the ghost stories of the lonely light house mother is true..there’s more incidents about sighting the ghost mother at the lake but I don’t plan sticking around the lake past 7 pm
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 04, 2010, 01:55:32 PM
Omg..i was reading one about camping and another story told by my cousin just pop up LOL
Ok..so my cousin told me this one about one of his friends when they went on a hunting trip.
Some guys(they were young) and their mother went hunting, as night falls they decided to find a spot to sleep. They found a place and the mother was sleeping against the tree trunk and the boys were stationed on a fallen tree log. They were facing a small clearing and beyond that clearing was more trees. The boys told their mother that she can go ahead and sleep and they would just stay up a bit on guard. Then they noticed(with the help of the bright moonlight) a person coming out from the other side of the clearing, then the person walked back into the woods but within a short time he would walked back out into the clearing and then back into the woods. They thought it was strange for a hunter to be walking back and forth like that especially at night fall, then it suddenly struck them that the hunter might be lost. So as that person walked back out on the clearings of the field they called out to him (in hmong) “hey! Are you lost?! We are hunters, it’s late if  you want you can come over and sleep with us! “ yet the person continues to ignore their request and went back into the woods. The mother then told the boys to be quiet and just ignore the man and go to sleep. They asked their mother why she didn’t want to help the lost hunter and the mother told them to wait until morning then she will explain. Next morning the curious boys asked their mother to explain why she told them to stop calling out to the man, she then said “ as you guys were busy calling out to the lost hunter, I looked up the tree and saw a man hanging from the branches, his body was swaying back and forth. With the moonlight, his shadow was casted upon the fields’ clearing and that lost hunter you guys saw was his silhouette swaying back and forth.†So, basically they saw the shadow of a dead man..scary huh.?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on February 04, 2010, 03:00:57 PM
LOl yeah, I just want to post.. i did warn that it wasn't scary =D

don't listen to TDS and keep posting away. Seems like your family tree has a gift/sense to be encountering so many spirits.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: canibus_man on February 04, 2010, 03:57:22 PM
don't listen to TDS and keep posting away. Seems like your family tree has a gift/sense to be encountering so many spirits.

its called "neng da"  parden my hmong-glish
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Villageidjiot on February 05, 2010, 08:42:04 AM
so yesterday as i putting my one month old daughter in her crib i noticed her stuffed doggy was turned towards the wall of her crib..the other day i had put the stuffed doggy in her crib because i heard that ghosts or w.e. are supposebly scared of dogs so if you have a stuffed animal it will likely not bother you..when i placed the toy dog in her crib, i position it to whereas it is overlooking my daughter but when we got home from school and i was laying her down i noticed the dog was position facing the wall..so i asked my husband if he touched the toy dog and why would he turned it to the wall..he gives me this look like "are u f-ing with me/trying to scare me?" look..then he walks over to the crib and said " i didnt touch the thing" so i was like "dude, u dont remember if u touch the toy? i put it so it can protect baby and why would u turn it to the wall?" he was like " nope, didnt touch it, i swear." so i was like "stop trying to be stupid, just telll me if u turned it." but he swears he didnt, so i just dropped it and positioned the toy dog back to where it was suppose to be..creepy since we live on our own just me, the hubb and baby.

I hate to say it but I think you jinxed yourself.  Did you have weird activities before you decided to put the dog there. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on February 05, 2010, 08:45:29 AM
Omg..i was reading one about camping and another story told by my cousin just pop up LOL
Ok..so my cousin told me this one about one of his friends when they went on a hunting trip.
Some guys(they were young) and their mother went hunting, as night falls they decided to find a spot to sleep. They found a place and the mother was sleeping against the tree trunk and the boys were stationed on a fallen tree log. They were facing a small clearing and beyond that clearing was more trees. The boys told their mother that she can go ahead and sleep and they would just stay up a bit on guard. Then they noticed(with the help of the bright moonlight) a person coming out from the other side of the clearing, then the person walked back into the woods but within a short time he would walked back out into the clearing and then back into the woods. They thought it was strange for a hunter to be walking back and forth like that especially at night fall, then it suddenly struck them that the hunter might be lost. So as that person walked back out on the clearings of the field they called out to him (in hmong) “hey! Are you lost?! We are hunters, it’s late if  you want you can come over and sleep with us! “ yet the person continues to ignore their request and went back into the woods. The mother then told the boys to be quiet and just ignore the man and go to sleep. They asked their mother why she didn’t want to help the lost hunter and the mother told them to wait until morning then she will explain. Next morning the curious boys asked their mother to explain why she told them to stop calling out to the man, she then said “ as you guys were busy calling out to the lost hunter, I looked up the tree and saw a man hanging from the branches, his body was swaying back and forth. With the moonlight, his shadow was casted upon the fields’ clearing and that lost hunter you guys saw was his silhouette swaying back and forth.†So, basically they saw the shadow of a dead man..scary huh.?


Did they report the body to the authories?  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 05, 2010, 08:53:29 AM
well after reading many scary and not so scary ghost stories on here...let me share mine with you. this happened last weekend during my husband's grandma's funeral. i picked him up at the funeral on my way back home from stockton around 9 pm and while we were driving home, i realized that something wasn't right so i asked him where david was. (david's our 11 year old boy) and omg...we left the poor kid at the funeral home so we went back to get him. anyhow, we got home and watched a movie that he had picked out on netflix...half way through the movie, we all fell asleep in the room. all of a sudden we heard weird noises coming from outside of the bedroom door,  but didn't think much of it and continued to sleep.(note that we didn't shut the bedroom door all the way and all the lights were off) a couple of minutes later, it happened again and this time it sounded more like footsteps...as if someone just came to the hallway and started walking. finally, my husband got up and grabbed his guns...loaded it and went to the door. he called out to see if it was his mom or younger brother that might've gotten back from the funeral, but no one answered. silly as it sounds...we didn't turn on the lights, the room was pitch black and there he was trying to be brave in front of me and the son although i knew deep down, he was scared! we finally turned on the switch and the three of us walked out in the living room to check if anything inordinate might have happened. he led the way as i was behind him followed by the son, who was even more scared. as we made our way through the hallway, we heard noises coming from the attic...like footsteps running back and forth. by golly...it was the freaken rats!!

but anyway, something strange did happened...the computer turned on by itself!

1. good parent.
2. you talk about noise, then attic, then computer. this isn't scary. just plain dumb. might as well add "BOO!" at the end.
3. your hub carries TWO guns? LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 05, 2010, 10:01:35 AM
Omg..i was reading one about camping and another story told by my cousin just pop up LOL
Ok..so my cousin told me this one about one of his friends when they went on a hunting trip.
Some guys(they were young) and their mother went hunting, as night falls they decided to find a spot to sleep. They found a place and the mother was sleeping against the tree trunk and the boys were stationed on a fallen tree log. They were facing a small clearing and beyond that clearing was more trees. The boys told their mother that she can go ahead and sleep and they would just stay up a bit on guard. Then they noticed(with the help of the bright moonlight) a person coming out from the other side of the clearing, then the person walked back into the woods but within a short time he would walked back out into the clearing and then back into the woods. They thought it was strange for a hunter to be walking back and forth like that especially at night fall, then it suddenly struck them that the hunter might be lost. So as that person walked back out on the clearings of the field they called out to him (in hmong) “hey! Are you lost?! We are hunters, it’s late if  you want you can come over and sleep with us! “ yet the person continues to ignore their request and went back into the woods. The mother then told the boys to be quiet and just ignore the man and go to sleep. They asked their mother why she didn’t want to help the lost hunter and the mother told them to wait until morning then she will explain. Next morning the curious boys asked their mother to explain why she told them to stop calling out to the man, she then said “ as you guys were busy calling out to the lost hunter, I looked up the tree and saw a man hanging from the branches, his body was swaying back and forth. With the moonlight, his shadow was casted upon the fields’ clearing and that lost hunter you guys saw was his silhouette swaying back and forth.” So, basically they saw the shadow of a dead man..scary huh.?


conspirators to murder.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on February 05, 2010, 11:28:56 AM
Bossymum,

You have great stories, keep em coming!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on February 05, 2010, 11:49:32 AM
My MIL was told me this story once: My oldest BIL and his family used to live in this haunted house. One night they went out and so my FIL and MIL went to sleep with their children. For some reason, there's this really cold area near the hallway. That night, my MIL woke up hearing someone walk, she knows it wasn't the kids because all of them slept in the living room teogher. She woke my FIL up and whispered if he can hear someone walking. He said that he hears it, ever since the lights went out... and couldn't even go to sleep. He just didn't want to scare my FIL.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on February 05, 2010, 11:56:21 AM
Right after my husband and I married, I worked the schedule from 7pm-3am. I'd get home really late. He'd go to work reallly early in the morning, 5am'ish... That ghost thing "tsog" used to come sit on my every other week. I'd see it coming, it's shadow climbing on top of my bed. I remember clearly once that I saw it on the foot of my bed, a dark shadowy figure, and then it'd come lay next to me, next thing I know, it was on top of me.

One night, I came home late from work. I took a shower and the bathroom doesn't have windows or anything like that, just a small vent to suck air out. I felt a hard enough breeze past me, and that bathroom is small, too... I didn't think of anythign but for some reason, all of my hair was standing up. I went into the bedroom to lay next to my sleeping husband. Then once I turned off the light, I was so scared. I was super scared, it felt as though someone was watching me. I couldn't recall if I heard someone laughing at me or not so I cried hysterically, a really loud. I spooked my hubby out so bad so my MIL woke up and got her little dried corn and started banging the rooms and doors to scare it away. Afterwards, we got in the car and drove around. I remember feeling such a relief after we got out of the house. Weird night. I swear, someone was watching me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Anji88 on February 05, 2010, 12:35:19 PM
don't listen to TDS and keep posting away. Seems like your family tree has a gift/sense to be encountering so many spirits.

LOL its ok.
It's not scary and I hope it gives a break to readers so they would get less scared..

Idk if my family tree has a gift but I hope not.

Here's another one, not scary but it's a baby story.

My cousin married a lady and later she got pregnant.  It was a boy and he later pass away in a couple of days. she gave it a try again since she was destine to have a baby.  This time it was a girl and she pass away in a month or so.  for the girl we were able to held her funeral in milwaukee. They dressed her up in hmong clothes and she look so pretty.. Yes she did. she look just like a baby doll with the pale stiff skin.  Well, my cousin's baby sister, she was around 1 or 2 years old that time was sitting by Chloe (the baby).  She loooove chloe.  So as she sat there she keeps touch chloe's face and go "Chloe, wake up so we can go play, wake up.." or "mom, chloe looks like a baby doll, I want to dress up like her and go play with her now"..  So she keeps shoving her and then the baby's face turn purple from her touching it.  like on the spot it turn red then purple. (I guess the skin got bruised up)

Have any of you guys touch a dead body?
I ran my fingers down the baby's face and it was ice cold and frozen.  Imagine a rose petal that's been frozen over night.  that's how it feels like. 

Anyways after the baby's death, she came into one of my aunts dream and said "aunt, I'm hungry can you feed me?"
my aunt respond to her "I don't have anything for you, go ask your mother."
She describe the baby to be walking naked and was holding her guts and liver in her hands. 
(chloe turn out fine at birth but later was just stop breathing in her sleep.. Her brother that pass away born with a birth defect.  His ingestion was coming out his body at birth) 
Chloe just left her dream and disappear.  she came to one of my other aunt and my aunt gave her food. More of my aunts had dreams about her but I only stick around for that one.  So idk about the other stories.

They did the shaman thingy on my cousin's wife and they said that in her after life she was like a gangster and she killed a lot of people.  So that's why she couldn't have any babies.. But a year ago she gave birth to another girl and they did the ceremony so she can turn out fine and she did.  though she's been getting sick lately but it can be explain. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 05, 2010, 12:39:58 PM
It's CRAZY how all these stories inter-twine with each other and every hmong person has a similar story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on February 05, 2010, 06:23:36 PM
omg that's crazy.. the baby story.. it's sad but scary at the same time.. i have touch a dead person's face.. it's cold like you siad.. but it sad too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 05, 2010, 07:37:36 PM
I hate to say it but I think you jinxed yourself.  Did you have weird activities before you decided to put the dog there. 
nope...used to wayy before i got pregnant..but now everything is just fine..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 05, 2010, 07:38:15 PM
Did they report the body to the authories?  
frm what i heard it was a ghost body
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 05, 2010, 08:01:59 PM
LOL its ok.
It's not scary and I hope it gives a break to readers so they would get less scared..

Idk if my family tree has a gift but I hope not.

Here's another one, not scary but it's a baby story.

My cousin married a lady and later she got pregnant.  It was a boy and he later pass away in a couple of days. she gave it a try again since she was destine to have a baby.  This time it was a girl and she pass away in a month or so.  for the girl we were able to held her funeral in milwaukee. They dressed her up in hmong clothes and she look so pretty.. Yes she did. she look just like a baby doll with the pale stiff skin.  Well, my cousin's baby sister, she was around 1 or 2 years old that time was sitting by Chloe (the baby).  She loooove chloe.  So as she sat there she keeps touch chloe's face and go "Chloe, wake up so we can go play, wake up.." or "mom, chloe looks like a baby doll, I want to dress up like her and go play with her now"..  So she keeps shoving her and then the baby's face turn purple from her touching it.  like on the spot it turn red then purple. (I guess the skin got bruised up)

Have any of you guys touch a dead body?
I ran my fingers down the baby's face and it was ice cold and frozen.  Imagine a rose petal that's been frozen over night.  that's how it feels like. 

Anyways after the baby's death, she came into one of my aunts dream and said "aunt, I'm hungry can you feed me?"
my aunt respond to her "I don't have anything for you, go ask your mother."
She describe the baby to be walking naked and was holding her guts and liver in her hands. 
(chloe turn out fine at birth but later was just stop breathing in her sleep.. Her brother that pass away born with a birth defect.  His ingestion was coming out his body at birth) 
Chloe just left her dream and disappear.  she came to one of my other aunt and my aunt gave her food. More of my aunts had dreams about her but I only stick around for that one.  So idk about the other stories.

They did the shaman thingy on my cousin's wife and they said that in her after life she was like a gangster and she killed a lot of people.  So that's why she couldn't have any babies.. But a year ago she gave birth to another girl and they did the ceremony so she can turn out fine and she did.  though she's been getting sick lately but it can be explain. 
holy barnarskiii..u just reminded of another story i heard

ok so my SIL told me this one when i was still preg. and had only a month left to go befor going into labor..well she told me that this other chick she knew was to be due on the same month as me
well, this chick couldnt feel her baby move inside of her for about a week, she was didnt think much of it until a week past and thought it was not normal for the baby not to move at least once the whole week. so she told her PIL's and they told her she better go to the hospital to check if the baby is fine..so she did and got an ultra sound done
sadly, her baby was already dead in her tummy for a week that's  why she couldnt feel it move.
so they put her on pitocin and she delivered her dead baby the natural way..
after the labor they put the baby in this room where her relatives can come see it before they took it away.
they dressed up the baby like any other baby..
the wierd thing was that when her baby came out, the side of his head had a big dent on it like someone hit it with a bat.
the og's said that the soul of the baby had two moms and which ever mom gave birth first, the soul would go to that baby
unlucky the chick didnt give birth first so who ever the other mom was got to it first that's why her baby died
also..she didnt do the safe delivery jingle bell for herself..
not scary but reallly sad.
after my SIL told me..i was like "dude, why did u have to tell me dat?" coz u know i was about to be due soon too..scare me..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on February 05, 2010, 10:05:11 PM
speaking of "tsog"...this happened to me not too long ago. one morning around 8'ish...it was cold and i didn't feel like getting up so i continued to lay in bed. well, i wasn't completely dead asleep...i could still hear stuff going on...somewhat in between dream and reality, i guess. anyhow, i felt something or someone stepped on the foot of my bed and began moving toward me. i had two blankets over me and i felt the top one moved, like someone grabbed it. at this moment, my body felt numb and it felt like something was over me...but i remember someone told me that if you fight it off then it will go away. but if you show that you're scared, then it will only continue to happen. so i was trying to kick it, at the same time spitting at it and cursing it to go away. after a short minute or so, i heard the door open and i can move again. i sat up and noticed that the top blanket was indeed halfway down on the floor.  i thought about it for a second...wonde ring if i should get up or continue to sleep in, so i said to myself that if it comes back again, i'll make sure to kick it in the nuts or vagina this time and went back to sleep.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on February 05, 2010, 10:42:52 PM
1. good parent.
2. you talk about noise, then attic, then computer. this isn't scary. just plain dumb. might as well add "BOO!" at the end.
3. your hub carries TWO guns? LOL


yes, he has two guns: one for him and the other for me...j/k. but yea, BOO!! LOL!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Anji88 on February 06, 2010, 09:18:06 AM
holy barnarskiii..u just reminded of another story i heard

ok so my SIL told me this one when i was still preg. and had only a month left to go befor going into labor..well she told me that this other chick she knew was to be due on the same month as me
well, this chick couldnt feel her baby move inside of her for about a week, she was didnt think much of it until a week past and thought it was not normal for the baby not to move at least once the whole week. so she told her PIL's and they told her she better go to the hospital to check if the baby is fine..so she did and got an ultra sound done
sadly, her baby was already dead in her tummy for a week that's  why she couldnt feel it move.
so they put her on pitocin and she delivered her dead baby the natural way..
after the labor they put the baby in this room where her relatives can come see it before they took it away.
they dressed up the baby like any other baby..
the wierd thing was that when her baby came out, the side of his head had a big dent on it like someone hit it with a bat.
the og's said that the soul of the baby had two moms and which ever mom gave birth first, the soul would go to that baby
unlucky the chick didnt give birth first so who ever the other mom was got to it first that's why her baby died
also..she didnt do the safe delivery jingle bell for herself..
not scary but reallly sad.
after my SIL told me..i was like "dude, why did u have to tell me dat?" coz u know i was about to be due soon too..scare me..lol

Omg i feel sooo bad for the lady.  Losing a baby is so sad, especially when you're all excited about it. She didn't hit her stomach in any way??

Anyways do anyone know someone that has a sixth sense that helps the dead?

One of my cousin pass away years ago, she was mentally challenge also and I forgot how she pass.
During her funeral after they dressed her up, she came to this hmong girl with a sixth sense.
The hmong girl rushes over to the funeral house and went into a trance or was possessed.  And when she speak it was the voice of my cousin. She was crying and saying that she misses her mom (cuz her mom love her a lot a lot and took good care of her) She then said that she wants to be buried with her favorite stuff animals and her pink dress that she liked.  she said she don't want to wear the hmong clothes. But she was already in them. so after the hmong girl snapped out she was extremely tired and went home. 
So I went to my cousin's funeral and I went up to look at her.  There besides her was her toys and they put the pink dress over her hmong clothes.  That's when I heard that what happened.  I was bum out I wasn't there.  But it happened early morning.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Anji88 on February 06, 2010, 09:24:22 AM
holy barnarskiii..u just reminded of another story i heard

ok so my SIL told me this one when i was still preg. and had only a month left to go befor going into labor..well she told me that this other chick she knew was to be due on the same month as me
well, this chick couldnt feel her baby move inside of her for about a week, she was didnt think much of it until a week past and thought it was not normal for the baby not to move at least once the whole week. so she told her PIL's and they told her she better go to the hospital to check if the baby is fine..so she did and got an ultra sound done
sadly, her baby was already dead in her tummy for a week that's  why she couldnt feel it move.
so they put her on pitocin and she delivered her dead baby the natural way..
after the labor they put the baby in this room where her relatives can come see it before they took it away.
they dressed up the baby like any other baby..
the wierd thing was that when her baby came out, the side of his head had a big dent on it like someone hit it with a bat.
the og's said that the soul of the baby had two moms and which ever mom gave birth first, the soul would go to that baby
unlucky the chick didnt give birth first so who ever the other mom was got to it first that's why her baby died
also..she didnt do the safe delivery jingle bell for herself..
not scary but reallly sad.
after my SIL told me..i was like "dude, why did u have to tell me dat?" coz u know i was about to be due soon too..scare me..lol

Omg i feel sooo bad for the lady.  Losing a baby is so sad, especially when you're all excited about it. She didn't hit her stomach in any way??

Anyways do anyone know someone that has a sixth sense that helps the dead?

One of my cousin pass away years ago, she was mentally challenge also and I forgot how she pass.
During her funeral after they dressed her up, she came to this hmong girl with a sixth sense.
The hmong girl rushes over to the funeral house and went into a trance or was possessed.  And when she speak it was the voice of my cousin. She was crying and saying that she misses her mom (cuz her mom love her a lot a lot and took good care of her) She then said that she wants to be buried with her favorite stuff animals and her pink dress that she liked.  she said she don't want to wear the hmong clothes. But she was already in them. so after the hmong girl snapped out she was extremely tired and went home.
So I went to my cousin's funeral and I went up to look at her.  There besides her was her toys and they put the pink dress over her hmong clothes.  That's when I heard that what happened.  I was bum out I wasn't there.  But it happened early morning.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on February 06, 2010, 08:57:22 PM
It is true that a baby's spirit can go to the first person who borns them first.  Also another theory is that the baby's spirit is probbaly called back to the original live person therefore the baby is dead before birth.  if the baby was born first before the calling than the baby is fine.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BeautifulDisaster on February 07, 2010, 10:45:14 PM
you reminded me of a story.

I don't remember where i got the story from. But anyways:

there was this one lady who had a handicap son. He couldn't care for himself so she had to care for him. One day she went to a shao/shaman or whatever to ask if he could explain why she bore a handicap son. After the shao/shaman looked into it, he told her that when she was a child out playing. She came across and cat/dog. She tortured it and hung it on its tail to die. So when it died it promised to reborn to her as a handicap child for her to take care of.

Animal torture

My cousin’s wife has been sick since the early 90s, and had never got well since. She went to the shaman and they told her that in her past life she had tortured dog. The dog didn’t die right away,  he went to laid by a tree trunk and died 3 days later. She was told that she is cursed for 3 lifetimes, and that this life was just the beginning.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 08, 2010, 02:58:13 PM
Omg i feel sooo bad for the lady.  Losing a baby is so sad, especially when you're all excited about it. She didn't hit her stomach in any way??

Anyways do anyone know someone that has a sixth sense that helps the dead?

One of my cousin pass away years ago, she was mentally challenge also and I forgot how she pass.
During her funeral after they dressed her up, she came to this hmong girl with a sixth sense.
The hmong girl rushes over to the funeral house and went into a trance or was possessed.  And when she speak it was the voice of my cousin. She was crying and saying that she misses her mom (cuz her mom love her a lot a lot and took good care of her) She then said that she wants to be buried with her favorite stuff animals and her pink dress that she liked.  she said she don't want to wear the hmong clothes. But she was already in them. so after the hmong girl snapped out she was extremely tired and went home.
So I went to my cousin's funeral and I went up to look at her.  There besides her was her toys and they put the pink dress over her hmong clothes.  That's when I heard that what happened.  I was bum out I wasn't there.  But it happened early morning.

that's just like this one other funeral way back in the early 80's when all of a sudden the dead teenager boy's motionless body just sit up in his coffin in the middle of the whole ceremony. at first all the traditional expert Hmong men try to put him back to "R.I.P" because there is noway he's coming back to life after a really terrible car accident. nothing seem to work, his mom went to him and asked him if he's alive and coming back to take care of her or is he's just so sad to be going that way and he's trying to let her know. she told him that she know that he didn't want to go yet, and that she wish she can turn back the hands of time so that he'll still be with her but she can't. he just sit there like a dummy statue, than the older men suggest asking him if he need anything to take with him to the other world, his mom started asking him a bunch of question and when she asked "do you want that knew royal blue suit me and your dad just bought for you not too long ago?", he slowly lay back down so they went home and got him his royal blue suit. I was only a kid than but the sadness and it's supernatural causes and power stay with me even 'til now. Just when we think we understand the world and get cocky for the little information, it rotate back around the other way and prove us all wrong.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 08, 2010, 03:21:14 PM
Those karma stories are a bit sad.  I wonder if there's anything a person can do to repent for their past lives' actions?

First, I like to ask for opinion(s) about how one's idea of karma is. I have an example question: like if you happen to spot a bum begging at a corner, do you give him what you can? and hope that one day someone well do the same for you. The only thought on this is maybe you [WILL] become homeless and somebody will also give you a little to pass the day on a little easier. Or, you don't bother to give that one person anything for you might be punish later for helping someone who's being punish as a homeless for something else they had done?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 08, 2010, 03:24:59 PM
Come to think of it, everything has multiple meaning and understanding to it. Believing in a religion and follow through of any cultural traditions is really all in the mind of oneself.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 08, 2010, 05:02:57 PM
i was reading some of these stories about funeral homes..

well last year while me and my sister was attending one of my great grandmother's funeral..i needed to go use the restroom..my sis told me she would wait in the hallway while i do my business..i went into the bathroom only to find it was only me in there..i was kind of scare but i shrug it off and try to tinkle as quick as i can..then i hear this "pip-plap" sound..you know the sound of running bare feet on tile floors..and i look under the stall into the stall next to me and i see these two little feet climb onto the toilet and started to just dangle their feet in the air..then it jumped down and went to the corner(my stall was the last one to the corner) and through the stall door(you know how between the stall door and wall there is a gap where u can see through) i see this little girl in a dress, bare footed staring at me through the stall door gap..her hair was loose and kind of messy .she just kept staring at me so i tried to smile (realizing she was human and not a ghost) but it was kind of creepy for her to keep staring at me so i quickly pulled up my pants and ran out the bathroom..i told my sis that there's this really creepy kid who went to the corner wall only to stare at me piss and she didnt have shoes..who would let their kid run around without shoes? so my sis went in and said hi to the kid..LOL.then we left.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BeautifulDisaster on February 08, 2010, 08:55:36 PM
This happened to me about 4 years ago. A friend of mine was really sick I went to visit her a few time at the hospital. The last time before she passed, I went to see her at the hospital again, & she couldn’t recognize me. She glanced over a few times, and asked me who I was. I told her my name but at this point she was really weak. So she nodded and told me that she is very tired and for me to not mind her sleeping.  I probably stayed there for less than half hour--  bcos after she went to sleep, I left.

A few months later she passed away. I went to her funeral. I had just gotten there but I decided to use the bathroom first before going into the viewing room. Since there were a lot of people/kids hanging outside the hallway, I didn’t feel the need to be scared.

I got done doing my business; I got up to flush the toilet when I heard a soft tap directly behind me, &then the bathroom lights flickered off!!!! At first I thought that someone has came in and turned it off by accident. But the door never opened. It was pitch black. I couldn’t find the latch so I started to panicking-- seriously hollering for someone to come open the door for me. At this point my heart racing so fast, like it was going to popp out of my chest. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and  no one heard me. When I got the bathroom stall opened, I feel my way around in the dark to find the main door. I think I scared myself more because I was thinking about all the caskets in the room down the halls…. It seemed like forever, but probably was less then 2minute. I finally found the doorknob, opened it to see a group of girls, they rushed in to use the bathroom and stopped to ask if I was alright. I couldn’t even speak; they probably thought I was crying becos of the funeral….The entire evening my body was trembling. I was totally out of myself for a while, and my parents offered to hu plis but I didn’t want anything to do with these superstitious stuffs….



***Anyhow I was told that the bathroom probably had a sensor light. Not sure though-- why they would install a sensor light in the woman’s bathroom……


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 09, 2010, 09:35:23 AM
i was reading some of these stories about funeral homes..

well last year while me and my sister was attending one of my great grandmother's funeral..i needed to go use the restroom..my sis told me she would wait in the hallway while i do my business..i went into the bathroom only to find it was only me in there..i was kind of scare but i shrug it off and try to tinkle as quick as i can..then i hear this "pip-plap" sound..you know the sound of running bare feet on tile floors..and i look under the stall into the stall next to me and i see these two little feet climb onto the toilet and started to just dangle their feet in the air..then it jumped down and went to the corner(my stall was the last one to the corner) and through the stall door(you know how between the stall door and wall there is a gap where u can see through) i see this little girl in a dress, bare footed staring at me through the stall door gap..her hair was loose and kind of messy .she just kept staring at me so i tried to smile (realizing she was human and not a ghost) but it was kind of creepy for her to keep staring at me so i quickly pulled up my pants and ran out the bathroom..i told my sis that there's this really creepy kid who went to the corner wall only to stare at me piss and she didnt have shoes..who would let their kid run around without shoes? so my sis went in and said hi to the kid..LOL.then we left.

ur story would've been better if you said your sister went in there and saw no one, but a little boy. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 09, 2010, 10:18:43 AM
ur story would've been better if you said your sister went in there and saw no one, but a little boy. lol.
haha lol..that would be a great ending if i was just telling a  made up story...LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 09, 2010, 11:05:59 AM
the other day i was having a conversation wit my dad and granny about the hmong funeral rituals and tradition and all that and we came to talking about those clans that transform into tigers when they die..well my dad said that he heard some og talking about how when in war the hmong were trying to escape the enemy and they were corner, they cried and pleaded for the half human half tiger to come and help them and it did, it came and kill the enemies, they say the tiger's human leg limps..and also for those clans or family lines that descend into the tiger form would often go check the graves of their deceased one to see if the tigers have come for their bodies, and if they come to find the ground dug up they would quickly cover it back up so the villagers wont be terrify.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 09, 2010, 12:46:05 PM
Talking about karma - a friend of my parents have 3 kids and all the kids were mentally disabled.  Well she went and asked a shaman about it and the shaman said that in the previous life she was rich.  The 3 kids in the past life were very poor - they were mother, father, and daughter in the past life.  Well, they were very hungry and went and asked her for food - but she was selfish and didn't give them any.

so the 3 of them starved to death and they vow that in the next life time they would be reborn as her kids - that's why all three of them were mentally challenge.

During that time the shaman also told her that all three of the children would die each two years after another - they had made a pact that they would come for the others if they died.

Well, what the shaman said was true because two years after the eldest died - the middle child died.  Just last year the last and youngest one died during the summer.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 09, 2010, 01:21:52 PM
 all of a sudden the dead teenager boy's motionless body just sit up in his coffin in the middle of the whole ceremony.[/u]


That's normal. It's caused by gas and muscles tighten up. If gas within the body is release then the dead can be making noises or if the muscles starts tighten up then it will move or cause to person to sit upright and then lay down again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 09, 2010, 01:52:49 PM
science proves everything eh?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on February 09, 2010, 02:25:52 PM
speaking of funerals, a couple of incidents happened while we had my dad's. I'm not sure if i posted it up yet or not but will repeat anyway! lol oh! and it's not scary. hehehe


ever since the rumor started about the hmong vampires, a lot of hmong people, when they did funerals, they would cover up half of the coffin with a plastic or glass sheet. well, for the my dad's funeral, that's what we did. the first day of my dad's funeral, one of my SIL was "watching" the coffin. well, out of no where, she started seeing this little bug fly all over her face. it wouldn't roam anywhere else but her face. she looked into the coffin and there was a fly inside the coffin. she got some elders and they removed the fly and made sure nothing would get inside the coffin or pass the plastic sheet. a couple of hours later, started feeling these little small needle like stabs on her right lower leg. she didn't think much of anything until she remembered how she was lectured about "watching" the coffin since she was a DIL. she got some elders and they checked all over my dad's coffin and found a tissue paper that was inside the coffin and it was by his right lower leg.

Those happened on the first day. Nothing really happened the 2nd or 3rd day but a couple of incidents did happen the last day. As we were laying my dad onto the ground, it kind of got stuck. They had to pull him back up and when they looked inside, there was a big rock on the side. They had to call those cemetery people and they had to take it out. Well, they tried it a second time and still, it wouldn’t go down. The elders started to discuss what the heck was going on until my SIL realized that maybe he wanted his dentures to take to the after life. Our pastor, who was a major impact in my dad’s life, told my dad that my SIL already went and grab his dentures and for him to wait another time for it so for him to go peacefully. They tried it again and he fit right into the ground. While all this was happening, the sun was burning high in the sky and there was this black shadow that was flying all over us. A couple of us looked up and saw nothing. Just the sun and the open blue sky but you could still see that bird or shadow flying around.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on February 09, 2010, 02:40:35 PM
i have a couple more stories. it's not related to funerals or anything but it is scary if you think about it!


So I have a lot of nephews. Two are married; one has two kids and the other one doesn’t. We’ll call the one with kids Nephew A and the one with no kids, Nephew B! 
Nephew A’s wife taught her oldest child, who’s almost 2 what to do whenever she saw a ghost. She  told her daughter that if she was to ever see a ghost, for her to pull down her lower eye lids and say, "meow". (stupid, right? i thought so!) well! this past saturday, nyaab and daughter went to do her income taxes. the daughter wanted to use the bathroom so nyaab took her. They're in the stall and daughter is yapping away. All of a sudden, daughter stops, pulls down her eye lids and say, "meow".  nyaab freaks out and tells her to stop. She grabs daughter, flushes the toilet and rushes out the door!
Just a couple of weeks ago, Nephew B’s wife’s grandpa died. They have this little cousin, who’s almost 3 that the grandpa usually baby sits. Well, a day or so after the death of the grandpa, they ask the almost three year old cousin where grandpa was. The almost three year old points to a closet and said, “Grandpa’s right there!†they look but no one is there. He just keeps pointing at it and said that his grandpa is there! Freaky!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: canibus_man on February 09, 2010, 04:13:32 PM
this happen a while back in CA. there was a bunch of little kids  playing marbles in front of my parents house with my little brother. one of the kids lost his marbles to my little bro. so this little kid ask his other little cousin to borrow him some marbles so he can win his marbles back. well he didnt and they both ended up loosing it all to my lil brothers and his friends. the other little kids went back home and thats when the problem starts. the two lil boys were cousins. the younger cousin had recently went to the local corner store and stold some marbles, but didnt tell the bigger cousin he had more. the older cousin went to his dad's room took out his dads 12 gauge shotgun pointed right at the lil cousin and said you gonna give me the marbles you stold from the store or i'll shoot you. there was other kids in the house too at this time. no parents or adults were home at the time. only their 13 year old daughter who couldnt control the situation. well, back to the story. the lil cousin refuses and the older cousin pulled the trigger... BANG!!!! point blank to the lil cousins face. he died instantly. half his face was gone..they had to do a closed casket funeral for the young boy. he was only 10 years old at the time. soon after that the family moved out of the house. from what i heard, everyone that had move to that house dont live there really long..longest someone live there was 6 months and they would move out..one day my uncle decided to go and talk to the owner of the property (he knows the owner) and ask him why do meeka, kaedoo and mexican people keep moving out of this house. the owner of the property replied every night when they go to sleep, they will hear a big bang in the living room sounding like a gun...til this day, people will move in and out in less then a year...dunno why that is?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: la-la-love on February 10, 2010, 02:13:20 AM
You guys have some pretty scary stories. I guess I'll share a story too.
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My grandma told me this when she came to visit us a long time ago.  This happened in Laos. She said my dad was still an infant/toddler at the time, and she would carry my dad on her back to go tend the farm. Well, this particular day she decided to also take her mom (my great grandmother) along with a little puppy on a leash (idk why). Anyways, it was getting dark when they decided to go back home. You guys probably know that the farms are usually quite far from the village and people would have to go through the woods before arriving at the farms. Anyways, my grandma and her mother were walking on a dirt road in the woods on their way home until the little puppy started whimpering and stopped walking.  My grandma didn't think of it much and dragged the puppy along with them.  Then, her mom stopped and said to my grandmother, "Hey, isn't that Niam So&So?" as she pointed to the trees in the woods.  My grandmother looked up and saw nothing.  My grandmother said, "What are you talking about, mom?"  Her mom replied, "Right there!"  My grandmother looked up again and saw that a poj ntxoog was hiding behind a tree and basically (as my grandma described it) playing peek-a-boo with them.  That's when my grandmother told her mom that it is not Niam So&So and I guess they both got the picture that it was a poj ntxoog and took off.  And my grandmother told me that she got really sick after that and they had to do jingle bells on her. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 10, 2010, 10:51:45 AM
science proves everything eh?


it's true because I use to be a nurse and when people would die, their bodies can still move or they can still fart. lol... I know that sounds crazy, but ti's true. I've seen it happen.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 10, 2010, 03:52:59 PM
reading some stories on oujia boards reminded me of another story i need to tell.

my aunt came over to one of my cousin's house and they all decided to play the oujia game..well they rented the board from toy r' us..and they played it..they met a dude who was killed in an car accident and it liked my aunt..soon they grew tired of the game and asked to leave..everyon e was chilling in the living room when they noticed my aunt wasnt with them..they went into the room and saw her huddled up in the corner giggling and having a conversation with someone, whispering. they asked her who she was talking to and she said it was the dead cute dude from the game..they got freaked and returned the game..she later became soo obessed with the oujia board she would play by herself(which i heard is a big no no) and she would play it on the net..then she started to go insane and seeing stuff..she told her mom a dead guy lives in her closet..at school she would freak out and claim to see dead body parts around her class rooms and dead ppls stalking her..she tried to commit suicide three times..her mother had to stop her..i dont know if they did jingle bells on her but she got better, after that all the og would warn us about the board game..i never played it and never will..paranorm al stuff with out the board is already enough for me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 10, 2010, 04:27:27 PM
u should've asked toys r us for a refund.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 10, 2010, 04:52:22 PM
u should've asked toys r us for a refund.

 ;D ;D what will be the excuse for the return? That they caught a ghost?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mlor on February 10, 2010, 05:02:52 PM
Hmong people have their own versions of Ouija boards.

Its VERY hush hush and rarely done.
I saw it once when I was little and the shaman made certain marks in the dirt then waved this bucket around and asked the spirits for clues and stuff to identify a murderer. Turns out, the spirits were right on :X

Scary stuff but just ask your elders.

But from what I heard, you are supposed to protect yourself when you do any supernatural stuff like astral projection, meditation, etc.

I just ask my spirits and God to watch over me 'cus I'm too lazy to remember the process.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 10, 2010, 05:14:15 PM
i was reading one about dreams and it reminded me of myy mama..LOL

my mom would always dream about us kids..everytim e it's a bad one she would call us up and tell us to be careful driving or w.e...one time during my pregnancy she called me while i was cutting meat to make lunch and the first thing she said when i picked up was " are u okay?" and i was like "uh..yea mom..why are u asking?" and then she said " be careful of ur fingers and if you're using a knife be aware of what you're doing" and i was like (holding the knife still coz iwas in the middle of cooking/cutting meant) "uh..okay, but why do you say this?" and she was like " i had a bad dream..be careful" then click..hmmm..m other is always dreaming about stuff and warning us..i love her for that..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 10, 2010, 05:21:08 PM
it's been awhile since i've shared some stories. here are a couple of mines.


i don't know if you guys got that one text about don't answer a phone call from laos or whatever? it's been going around since last week or something. well, anyway, one of my niece's SIL recieved a text msg like that. well, her hubby saw it and he quickly turned it off. the SIL asked her hubby what was it. he just said it was nothing and for her to go sleep. she couldn't go back to sleep so she just laid there with the lights dimmed low. because her hubby was going back to sleep, she didn't want to bother him. she was looking for comfort so she stared at one of her stuff animals. for some reason, that stuff animal gives her comfort. well, that night, it didn't. the more she kept looking at it, the more it started to get a little freaky. she got scared and turned away from it. just a few minutes after that, the room got cold and she felt a prescence in the room. all of a sudden, whatever that was in the room just sat on her. She was struggling very hard and eventually, it got off of her but didn't quite leave the room. She woke up her husband and told him to put his feet next to her incase that thing came back. instead of doing what she asked, he got into an argument with her. mad at each other, they slept apart from each other. as they both continued to lay there,  her hubby started to tell her how uncomfortable the room was getting.   they didn't know what was the cause of it but the SIL realized that everything started happneing right after they recieved the text msg. She asked what was in the text msg. He finally told her about the text.   She thought that since it was a "chain letter" they should send it out. they did, of course, and after they sent it, they felt the room brighter and more safe.




one of my friend's told me about that curse. she said that it happened about two years ago and that it is true. people have claimed that it has taken a few lives and it's targeting more towards GVP because he wantted to overthrow laos. i don'tknow if it's actually true but she claims it! so beware!!!!!!


i got the text too but i deleted it.





I heard about it too..it’s like some weird numbers that is kind of long right? How does the text look like? Does it text u it’s number too or jus blank text?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 10, 2010, 06:03:38 PM
i was reading one about dreams and it reminded me of myy mama..LOL

my mom would always dream about us kids..everytim e it's a bad one she would call us up and tell us to be careful driving or w.e...one time during my pregnancy she called me while i was cutting meat to make lunch and the first thing she said when i picked up was " are u okay?" and i was like "uh..yea mom..why are u asking?" and then she said " be careful of ur fingers and if you're using a knife be aware of what you're doing" and i was like (holding the knife still coz iwas in the middle of cooking/cutting meant) "uh..okay, but why do you say this?" and she was like " i had a bad dream..be careful" then click..hmmm..m other is always dreaming about stuff and warning us..i love her for that..LOL


yup, my dad asked my mom to warn me once about driving and to be careful. That week people were driving crazy and 2 of my brothers got into 2 different car accidents 3 days apart from eachother. And both times it wasn't their fault. People just hit them out of no where. One, the lady didn't stop at the stop sign and the other he got rear ended. That week was the worse because I avioded 2 car accidents.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on February 10, 2010, 07:58:14 PM
I have a uncle that just passed two years back, who's a shaman. When he was at his prime than, he likes telling me stories about his encounters and experiences with the paranormal almost when ever we get together, and I enjoy listening to them. One base on the topic of ghost sitting on people at night. He said to me that those are actually horny stranger ghost and they rape anybody that they like, so we're the victims. He also said to me that those things are afraid of dogs, so if it ever happened to anyone, just put a stuff toy dog near your pillow.
ohhhh that explains why i dont get sit on anymore my dog sleeps in the bedroom with us now(my dog sleeps under my bed). well this one evening the ghost sat on me. right when it sat on me my dog started barking from the hallway. i could hear her bark but i couldnt move breath nor scream for help from my husband. finally he woke up to my dog's barking and looked over to me to see if she had woken me up from her barks. he said my eyes were wide open like i was in terror. at that time when he saw me in terror it had got off of me already.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 11, 2010, 08:36:37 AM
Hmong people have their own versions of Ouija boards.

Its VERY hush hush and rarely done.
I saw it once when I was little and the shaman made certain marks in the dirt then waved this bucket around and asked the spirits for clues and stuff to identify a murderer. Turns out, the spirits were right on :X

Scary stuff but just ask your elders.

But from what I heard, you are supposed to protect yourself when you do any supernatural stuff like astral projection, meditation, etc.

I just ask my spirits and God to watch over me 'cus I'm too lazy to remember the process.

God won't help you if you asking for spirits to help you too. Doesn't work like that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 11, 2010, 10:59:16 AM
i used to get sit on alot befor i got married, and after marriage it only occur a few times, but during my preg. stage it stopped. i used to get scared when it would happen like 4 times a week, then usually im jus too tire to even care. then i realize that it was just sleep paralysis, that our mind is doing this to us so everytime it happens i get kind of scare then i think "oh..my mind is fcuking with me.." then it stops after i say that. but here is one of my sleep paralysis hallucination event..LOL

as i was about to doze off into LALA land, my right ear started ringing and i can slowly feel the weight of something paralyzing my whole body. I quickly open my eyes but it's too late, im already being sat on. Then i feel this cold breathing feeling on my right leg (note: the blanket only covered my left leg and half top body because the little sis hog it all). I looked to my side (which is the side next to the window) and i see this old women with a shaw on blocking her face away frm me. the moonlight was bright so i can vividly see her rocking back and forth on my bed next to my right leg blowing cold air on it! scared the living poop out of me.My heart started racing so i closed my eyes and open them again only to find her still rocking back and forth blowing cold breath at my freakin leg!!! then i told myself she will go away then shut my eyes for 10 secs. then open them again..pheww she was gone and the weight lifted off of me.I nudge my sis and she was still awake so i told her to turn on the light and she was like "did somnething happen?" and i was like yea, so she turned ont he light. She know that these things happends to me so she never question me because it will nly scare her.

besides, she's wayy more braver then me because she never panic even if she is scare,
she usually stays calm and she's 2 yrs. younger than me.LOL.But wen i used to live
with her, i find that if i put my left leg against her leg or ontop of her legs,
i almost never get sit on. and usually i can tell that it's coming because
my right ear always start ringing befor i get paralyzed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 11, 2010, 11:08:28 AM
Another event happened to my little sis one night.
Late one nite my little sis was on the laptop(myspacing) in the living room. During this time I used to go out a lot and stay out very late so she would always wait for me to come home (usually ranging from 12am-2am) so she can open the doors for me. Well, that night I wasn’t going to come home so I called her and told her not to wait for me. She was still myspacing when she noticed the coffee machine turned on and started to make coffee. In order to work the machine u need to push the “on†button, so she walks over to the darn thing and noticed that it was on but the plug wasn’t plugged in. She got scared but kept calm, she decided to ignore it and started to walk back to the laptop when the kitchen blinds flew off the window and hit the door leading into the garage. She just took one look at it and went into my bro’s room to stay wit him. I asked her if she was scared when all this happened and she replied that yes she was but she didn’t want to show w.e. it was that she was scare so she just calmly walked away. Wow, my little sis is one brave sucker, I would of jus ran.
 ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmg_mom on February 11, 2010, 12:17:10 PM
since the death of my mother inalw, i haven't been able to come in here to read these stories but it's so tempting! only cause i know i'll scare the bejeezus outta myself since hub works 3rd shift and i sleep alone with my 2kids  :o :o :o :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 11, 2010, 12:40:06 PM
since the death of my mother inalw, i haven't been able to come in here to read these stories but it's so tempting! only cause i know i'll scare the bejeezus outta myself since hub works 3rd shift and i sleep alone with my 2kids  :o :o :o :o
why is it scary to come in read the stories? did something scary happened during the death of ur MIL?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 11, 2010, 02:11:23 PM
plea for forgiveness from god? i dont know.  ::) then god forgives you...right?
sadly i dont think that will stop you from goin to hell..LOL..doi n bad things never leads to good things..beside s..we should love and protect our elders..not hurt them..i love my granny dearly...besid es..im always her ride to go places..LOL..n ever say no to granny. :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on February 11, 2010, 03:05:02 PM
i'm surprised the granny hadn't come back to haunt that family.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 11, 2010, 04:19:36 PM
i'm surprised the granny hadn't come back to haunt that family.
who knows..they moved away right after the funeral though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on February 12, 2010, 01:48:37 AM
When i was a teenager, my cousins and i used to love playing with the ouija board also.  One day we all gathered at my cousins house because they were doing a jingle thing.  Well, it lasted all day into the night, so we went to her bedroom and started playing with the ouija board.  At first, everything went well, called a couple of spirits, sent them back.  Then we starte talking to a new spirit, we asked what its name was...it spelled G- we were like gus? Then it finished spelling H...O....S.... T.  Scared the crap out of us when we put it together.  I still get freaked out about it to this day.  Anyways, we all ran out of that room scared shitless.  Whats really weird is that after that, some of the little kids claimed to hear crying coming out of an empty storage room right below the room we were playing in.  The OG's had to do a spirit sweeping ceremony that night to cleanse out spirits.  I never played anymore after that.  GEEZ!  MY damn pager just went off....hehehe, scared me.  I should stop hanging out in this thread!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on February 12, 2010, 12:36:39 PM
Oyo!  This is the Scary stories thread please go to the Religion thread for your debate.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 12, 2010, 02:45:55 PM
yes, can we please get back to what this topic is all about....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on February 12, 2010, 04:26:05 PM
there's this one country road in town where every one frequently travels to work or to the other towns surrounding our small town.  It's reportedly haunted - especially around this one place surrounding a huge rock in the middle of nowhere.  At the end of that road there is a railroad - where about 4 people have died - getting into accidents with the train.  And along the side of the road - there's many of those little cross.

My brother worked in the next town and usually travel that road.  He worked second shift and doesn't return until around 12 or 1 and the drive's approx. 30 minutes if you go fast.  Usually around that time no car's running on that road - only one or two at the most.  So he was surprise when he saw lights up ahead.  When he got close enough to see it - he saw that there was a recent car accident between a minivan and a truck.  There were tons of smokes and the minivan was crushed beyond word.  One person had crawled out and was sitting by the side of the road cradling a small toddler - blood running down her face and soaking her stained shirt.  Another little girl was standing by the woman's side hugging a small teddy bear with blood on her arms.

He parked further up and dialed for police help.  As soon as the dispatcher heard where the accident was located - she described the scene perfectly to my brother and told him that about once a month they would receive a call telling them there was an accident there at that exact spot.  Then she hung up on him.

My brother thought it was weird and glanced up at the scene.  There was nothing there.  No cars, no woman, no kids.  It was as though it was an illusion.    But what he saw was a big white cross and two smaller one - there was a old, small teddy bear at one of the cross.  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on February 12, 2010, 06:03:50 PM
In hmong, we do the soul releasing ceremony but the christian way is praying to release the spirit.  Watch Haunted house in CT to find out more.  I am very surprised that some ghosts will try to use your body for their purposes but at the same time. they can heal your internal wounds since they need you to be healthy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on February 12, 2010, 06:21:53 PM
Hey PHs,
This is a true story that happened to my uncle in laos.  He was at the outskirt of the town when he saw a little girl playing alone.  So he went up to it and said "why are you playing little girl" and as soon as the little girl turned arounf.  She was paralzyed due to the fact that my uncle scared her.  My uncle was also in shock.  Then he blinked or ran off and the little girl was gone.  He was so scared and they had to do jingle bells for him because what he had saw was a little ghost girl playing around on the outskirt of the town.  

Another story is about my cousin's mom.  When my cousin's mom was in laos she had lossed her husband and her two kids.  What happen to her husband was that he was killed in the vt war and after his death he came into some of my grands dream and told them he needs them to go to war with him.  Then a couple of months later two of my grandpas died and it was said that they went with my cousin's mom's husband or also known as  my cousin's dad.  Another story goes that before her husband died she had twins and one twin died.  On the night of the little boy's funeral, my cousin's mom cried alot and then before midnight the boy's face had change and he was smiling like he was happy to go.  Then my cousin's mom stopped crying and let it go.  Then months later and the other twin died.  This was so sad because she had lossed so much.  It is truth to what they say.  If one twin dies, the other will come take the other twin if they made a pact.

Another story is that my grandpa's little kid was taken by poj ntxooj and they couldn't find the boy for days.  The one day some hunters went hunting and found the little boy hidding under a log because the poj ntxooj went to find him so food and had left him to hide.  Then they took the little boy back and did jingle bells on him.  Sadly in the thailand camps he died getting crush by a house or tree during the strong hurrican winds in the 80 or 90s.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on February 12, 2010, 06:38:20 PM
i remembered when i was a kid and ouija board was so popular.  We even watched the movie and it was scary.  During that time the show Beyond Belief was airing and it had a ouija board scene and it turned out to be a fact.  As kids we would make ouija board out of paper and play it at school and outside of my cousin's house.  We used a key ring as our magnifiyer and had some good times playing around never knowing if my cousin moved the ring or it moved by itself.  If there was a ghost moving our ring, he must have thought that we are some usless people to talk to because we were laughing and joking so much that even if the spirit was evil they would rather die.  Our sense and spirit thread was too strong to be attack so nothing ever happen to us.  But something did happened to my friend's  brother when they played it at their house.  The next day after the had played the game, their little brothers were every where.  One was outside, the other was under the bed, another was in the living room.

This board game ain't no joke but one secret to stopping the game is to not play it in the first place.  If the spirit no longer need the board game to contact you and keep bothering you through dreams and ect then you will have so serious trouble.  You can try to burn the board or call the shaman to help you.  Another thing you can do is to ask info about the spirit and find his family or tomb stone then do what the Winchester brothers do and burn it's bones. HAHAH
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 12, 2010, 10:40:50 PM
Remember when you where a kid?, and your parents always advice you not to play hide and seek at night time even when you're safe in a comfy home. I remember back when me and my siblings where playing hide and seek in me and my brothers' room in the dark, back than we use to have two bump bed for four of us brothers. We use to lived in this house in NC where half of the building is underground so our room has no window at all, it's completely dark when the light goes out.

The rules of our hide and seek game was that the 'IT" find the others by feeling there way around the room and guessing who that person is and that person can't cheat by faking itself to be someone else. Well my little sister was "it" and she was pretending to be a tiger looking for preys, she was roaring and moving about the room trying not to laugh while being so silly. I was standing at one corner staying away from her, I heard her crawl down and went underneath one of the lower bump bed and started calling out all of our name. She called everyone than we started joking around that who ever it is-is faking itself but than all of a sudden my little sister started yelling for help. One of my little bro' was standing next to the switch so he switch the light on right when he heard her screaming. Everybody else was pretty much far her reach, We all looked at each other like "if we're all over on this side of the room than why was she calling out our names?". She was still under the bed and now crying historically, she than crawl out really fast when the light came on and ran outside to the kitchen where my mom was still setting up the table for dinner climb all over my her. Of course we didn't know what had happened, she was just crying and when my mom asked her what's wrong she won't answer so my mom just rub it off like "oh, kids" so we kind of rub it off too.

The next day me and my little brothers' were playing video game, my little sister came to me and told me that the night before when we were playing hide and seek . . . something grab her when she was under the bed and she thought it was me because I'm the oldest and whatever it is it has a strong grip like my, on her ankle. She said she said my name first but I didn't answer so she started calling everybody's name but no-one answer so she reach and grab the arm to see if she can fell our watches and/or my other sister's bracelet so that she'll know who it is but when she did whatever it is it's arm was hairy, thick hair all over the forearm where she grab and that's when she freaked out.

After she'd told us that, there were no-more hide and seek in our room even during the day time. I guess you guys can said that we all grow up from after that night, and we never play hide and seek ever again since. We did let our parents know, at first they didn't seem interested in our little story at all but later they did do a jingle for the whole family. Me and my brothers sleep two to a bed on the two top bumps for nearly two months before we kinda starting to forget about it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 12, 2010, 10:52:54 PM
Almost a year past since that incident and everything for everyone seem to be going well, really well. I use to be a heavy sleeper but for awhile before this one very night I've been waking up in the middle of the night to fix my brothers on their bed when they snore and I can't go to sleep. My dad said for us to sleep on our side so that we won't snore so much but occasionally my little bros flip onto their back comfortably after falling asleep. Well, one night I had a dream that I woke up again to go fix my brothers because they were snoring again but when I step on the stair from the top bump to go down to them something grab my ankle so I reach down and grab it's wrist and it was so hairy than I woke up into total darkness. And yet, yes my little brothers where all snoring and I can't go back to sleep but after what I just saw from that vision inside my head I just lay low and kind of got use to it. We moved out another year later. Never live in house that's build half bury underground.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 15, 2010, 01:56:02 PM
Recently I have a cousin(17) that came from Laos to marry this old ass women(38), right, with like 5 kids of her own. Anyhow... the marriage didn't go too well, so he moved in with my parents and they kicked my brother out so that he can sleep in my brother's room and my brother on the couch. Once everything settle down with the divorce, he left to MN and has been there since so my brother moved his stuff back into his room and the first night, he said that he has a dream about his ex-girlfriend and she keeps wanting him to go with her. He kept telling her that he's done with her and doesn't want her anymore. The night after that he felt something crawling into bed with him and that night he had a "scissor lock" experience. My brother said that every night she would come and sit next to him. She would try to hold his hand and take him with her or she would just sit there and watch him. Many weeks and nights passed and he finally told my parents of what's happening. Every night he didn't want to sleep on his bed anymore and wanted to go back to the couch. My parents took him to my Uncle's home and had my uncle check it out. Once that was done, my uncle, not knowing the prior sleeping arrangements, said that my brother is in someone else's spot. That there was someone who has caught sight of the ghost and it has been haunting him, but the ghost found my brother in his spot so now it's haunting my brother. My uncle said that my brother has 2 options. Option 1 was to take a large blow up doll and dress it up as him with his cloth on it and then go and throw it away somewhere or to have my mom give my brother 3 strands of her hair and he will put magic on it and put it with some strings and tie it on his wrist. Knowing my brother, he didn't want anyone to catch on to this ghost as he did so he had my uncle do magic on my mom's hair and since he has not seen anything.

What's bad was I just go back from visiting my parents this weekend and that's where I slept. In that room on my brother's bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on February 15, 2010, 02:12:17 PM
Recently I have a cousin(17) that came from Laos to marry this old ass women(38), right, with like 5 kids of her own. Anyhow... the marriage didn't go too well, so he moved in with my parents and they kicked my brother out so that he can sleep in my brother's room and my brother on the couch. Once everything settle down with the divorce, he left to MN and has been there since so my brother moved his stuff back into his room and the first night, he said that he has a dream about his ex-girlfriend and she keeps wanting him to go with her. He kept telling her that he's done with her and doesn't want her anymore. The night after that he felt something crawling into bed with him and that night he had a "scissor lock" experience. My brother said that every night she would come and sit next to him. She would try to hold his hand and take him with her or she would just sit there and watch him. Many weeks and nights passed and he finally told my parents of what's happening. Every night he didn't want to sleep on his bed anymore and wanted to go back to the couch. My parents took him to my Uncle's home and had my uncle check it out. Once that was done, my uncle, not knowing the prior sleeping arrangements, said that my brother is in someone else's spot. That there was someone who has caught sight of the ghost and it has been haunting him, but the ghost found my brother in his spot so now it's haunting my brother. My uncle said that my brother has 2 options. Option 1 was to take a large blow up doll and dress it up as him with his cloth on it and then go and throw it away somewhere or to have my mom give my brother 3 strands of her hair and he will put magic on it and put it with some strings and tie it on his wrist. Knowing my brother, he didn't want anyone to catch on to this ghost as he did so he had my uncle do magic on my mom's hair and since he has not seen anything.

What's bad was I just go back from visiting my parents this weekend and that's where I slept. In that room on my brother's bed.

Did anything happen to you?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 15, 2010, 02:15:26 PM
Did anything happen to you?

I was too knocked out to notice if anything funky happened or not. Cause on Friday... I spend my who day on PH then left work and drove to Cali so I was super exhausted. I only has like 1 hr of sleep before driving 6.5 hours to Fresno.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on February 15, 2010, 03:05:24 PM
I was too knocked out to notice if anything funky happened or not. Cause on Friday... I spend my who day on PH then left work and drove to Cali so I was super exhausted. I only has like 1 hr of sleep before driving 6.5 hours to Fresno.

Damn! where do you live to be driving 6.5 hrs to flessino?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 15, 2010, 03:25:03 PM
Damn! where do you live to be driving 6.5 hrs to flessino?


Vegas
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 15, 2010, 11:30:04 PM
Recently I have a cousin(17) that came from Laos to marry this old ass women(38), right, with like 5 kids of her own. Anyhow... the marriage didn't go too well, so he moved in with my parents and they kicked my brother out so that he can sleep in my brother's room and my brother on the couch. Once everything settle down with the divorce, he left to MN and has been there since so my brother moved his stuff back into his room and the first night, he said that he has a dream about his ex-girlfriend and she keeps wanting him to go with her. He kept telling her that he's done with her and doesn't want her anymore. The night after that he felt something crawling into bed with him and that night he had a "scissor lock" experience. My brother said that every night she would come and sit next to him. She would try to hold his hand and take him with her or she would just sit there and watch him. Many weeks and nights passed and he finally told my parents of what's happening. Every night he didn't want to sleep on his bed anymore and wanted to go back to the couch. My parents took him to my Uncle's home and had my uncle check it out. Once that was done, my uncle, not knowing the prior sleeping arrangements, said that my brother is in someone else's spot. That there was someone who has caught sight of the ghost and it has been haunting him, but the ghost found my brother in his spot so now it's haunting my brother. My uncle said that my brother has 2 options. Option 1 was to take a large blow up doll and dress it up as him with his cloth on it and then go and throw it away somewhere or to have my mom give my brother 3 strands of her hair and he will put magic on it and put it with some strings and tie it on his wrist. Knowing my brother, he didn't want anyone to catch on to this ghost as he did so he had my uncle do magic on my mom's hair and since he has not seen anything.

What's bad was I just go back from visiting my parents this weekend and that's where I slept. In that room on my brother's bed.



I have a story similar to your brother's, it's my brother's. Every once in a couple of months he'll come back home for a visit and every time he comes back he's slimmer, and more pale. And there's an bald spot on the top of his head that seem to be getting bigger each time as well. Everybody thought that-that was odd but didn't took any serious notice into it until one of my uncle from Cali who'd just became a shaman 2-3 yrs before than came and visited us here in NC. He saw the my brother's bald spot on my brother's head and recognize it immediately, he said that a ghost girl had put a mark on my brother so where ever he go she'll know where he's at. And for my brother to get rid of her, he'll have to get his girlfriend to come over and bring a red string to tie in on my brother's wrist and chant that she and him is meant to be and is married so the ghost girl will leave him alone. But it didn't work too well so my uncle has to burn some boats and lecture her for awhile before the ghost girl finally left. My uncle told my brother not to go near that big pond close to his dorm anymore, my brother didn't even tell my uncle any of these things. My brother said to us afterward that he did go to that pond once in awhile and just sit near the shore and watch the lake and think about life. Needless to said my parents just pulled him out from that college and transfer him into a different one. My brother said that sometime when he's at the dorm, he'll feel like someone came and just sat at the foot of his bed and just sit there all night than when the sun raise it'll get up and walk away. After a couple of months my brother's bald spot grew back but than he had a dream about that girl for the first and last time, he said in his dream the girl was so pretty and she looked a lot like a Hmong girl. She came and cry and told him that she's leaving and will never come back to bother him anymore and that she's gonna be missing him and all that puppy love stuff haha. He's doing great now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kuvhlubkuv on February 16, 2010, 01:29:48 AM
true story about Hmong funeral

Many years ago an aunt died and when they held her traditional Hmong funeral, the qeej player looked at her in the coffin and she had her eyes opened looking at him.  He got really scared so they had to get two chickens to hu nws plig.

this isn't even a story I heard from someone who heard from someone... this is straight from people who were there and the queej player himself.  The guy is very much alive today but he doesn't tshuab qeej.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 16, 2010, 10:40:22 AM
i remeber reading this story online..not sure if it was on this thread or not..too many ghost stories..well its about this girl who had a sick mama and would use the baby monitor so she can hear her mom call for her if her mom needed something..wel l she said one time she heard her mom talking to someone and can hear the other person whispering on the monitor..that story creeped me out..i bought a baby monitor but i didnt use it..i left it at my mom's house in case my granny might want to use it cause she often go to the back yard to tend the chickens wen my baby is alseep alone in the living room..but wen we tried it it has alot of static..maybe coz both monitors are kinda close and not far enough..but the other day i was at my MIL and my baby was sleeping in one of the rooms so i got my hubb's phone and called my fone..then i left his phone by the pillow with the baby and went out..so i had my phone on speaker and if the baby cries i would hear it on my speaker..but i kind of heard like the phone kept moving (making that sound like u got the phone in ur pocket while walking at the same time) but nothing scary happened..LOL
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 18, 2010, 02:10:53 PM
my counsin said that if you startle a ghost, you can make that ghost sick and die.  it goes both ways for ghosts and people.

i guess if you startled a ghost, it'd have to hire someone to do jingle bells to call back it's spirit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: canibus_man on February 18, 2010, 02:31:40 PM
i guess if you startled a ghost, it'd have to hire someone to do jingle bells to call back it's spirit.

 ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 18, 2010, 02:39:31 PM
i guess if you startled a ghost, it'd have to hire someone to do jingle bells to call back it's spirit.

 ;D ;D where have you been, Genuinely??? haven't seen you in a minute.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on February 19, 2010, 09:28:39 AM
;D ;D where have you been, Genuinely??? haven't seen you in a minute.

Oh he was still on PH...  ;D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: GotGame612 on February 19, 2010, 10:44:05 AM
by Patty

My ethnicity is Hmong... keep that in mind as you read because it comes to play in my story. My incident takes place in Sacramento, California on 4/6/07 at 1 a.m. in my very own home.

On this night both of my daughters (a one-year and two-year-old) finally fell asleep around 11 p.m. My husband was messing on the Internet looking up poker chips, etc. I was doing the laundry and some last minute cleaning. It went from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. pretty quickly as I was kept busy folding and ironing. I went back into the laundry room and I was taking out the dry clothes, putting it into the laundry bucket, and loading the wet ones from the washer into the dryer when my home phone rang. I thought I let the answering machine pick it up, but I didn't want it to wake up my kids so I ran into my room, looked on the caller ID it said "Private," but for some reason I answered the phone anyway and I said "Hello?"

A very weak and sick but clear woman's voice answered back and asked me, "Patty, what are you doing?" I answered the call back and said, "Oh... I am doing the laundry and doing some last minute cleaning." The person said, "It is 1 o'clock in the morning. Why are you still up? (a pause)… and why are you cleaning?" All of a sudden I felt this cold chill and I felt scared and immediately responded, "Well, Cory is up messing on the Internet (because I don't want to give the impression that I am home alone, because I wasn't, just in case it might be someone I don't know) and I figured I finish it but continued suspiciously asked, "Who is this?" The weak sickly voice answered back in Hmong - my language - and said, "Patty, this is Daisey, stupid."

Right then and there I recognized the voice: Oh, it is only my sister, Daisey. I asked her why she was calling me so late. Was everything ok? She said in Hmong again in the same very sick voice, "I am at the hospital having my baby. It hurts so much." I was worried and then I realized that is the reason why this person sounds this way on the phone. Now Daisey was pregnant and is not due until 4/17/07. So I replied, "But you are not due until the 17th. The baby is a little over a week early?"

The phone conversation continued back and forth this way for a few more minutes, with me wanting to know what was wrong and Daisey told me that she was having some complications, that her doctor may have to do an emergency C-section. She couldn't tell me why or what was happening to the baby and why the doctor decided to just go with that option without letting her at least try to have the baby on her own. I asked her what hospital she was at and she told me Mercy General (the same hospital I had my kids at) and then I continued to ask her if she would like me to go and be there with her for support.

Now keep in mind that Daisey's voice still sounded weak and sickly. She said to me, "No, I will be ok. The nurse is coming… (a pause) …It is time to have my child. I will talk to you later." And then she hung up the phone. So I hung up the phone too, not thinking anything of it, but was still a little concerned. I knew my mother-in-law just got off work, so I called her at around 1:20 a.m. My mother-in-law works for Kaiser and a very big hospital as a medical transcriptioni st. She studies a lot, so I figured she would know what to tell me as to why Daisey's doctor wanted to give an emergency C-section. We talked for a while; to be more specific, we talked for another hour and half. My mother-in-law and I both hung up the phone after she assured me that my sister's doctor is the professional, and for me not to worry.

I was already done with my laundry, so I went into the computer room to tell my husband that it was late and that I was going to bed. I lay myself in bed and then I realized I should text message my sister's husband just to make sure the C-section went ok and my sister and the baby were ok and that the baby is healthy. I got no response back, but I just figured they are busy and the hospital did not allow them to keep their cell phones on because the wireless signals mess with the hospital machines.

I fell asleep. I woke up the next day to a "missed call" message on my cell phone and I received one text message from them. I was getting excited to hear that she had the baby… and this is where it gets weird.

The message read: "Huh?… Patty, what are you talking about? Daisey did not have the baby yet. She did not have a C-section." So I called them and my sister Daisey answered the phone. Confused, I asked her why she called me and told me she was in the hospital and was having complications and that her doctor was going to give her an emergency C-section. Daisey replied, "Patty, I am not sure who you talked to, but it was not me. My husband and I were both asleep last night by 10 p.m."

I was freaking out. I felt that cold chill again and felt like I was being watched and listened to. Immediately I told my Daisey that I would call her back. Now no one knows my home phone because we all have cell phones, so everyone has my cell phone saved on their cell phones instead. My home phone is only there more for business calls than personal. I started to panic and called up families, friends, anyone that I thought may of came across my home number and explained to them what had happen. Everyone told me, no they did not call me and explained to me what they were doing around that time, and it made sense why they couldn't have been the person to make that call.

Sounding crazy, I called my mother-in-law to make sure it wasn't a dream, that I was really talking to her for about an hour and half after talking to Daisey for 20 minutes. She assured me we were both talking lively to each other. Then she asked me something that made a lot of sense. She asked me when I was in the hospital, was I in the mood to be making phone calls? Was there even a phone in labor room? And I thought for a minute… that is right; when you are in labor and going through all those contraction pains, you wouldn't be thinking about calling someone. And if it was Daisey about to have a C-section, there would be a lot of prepping to do.

I was at a dead end. My heart was racing, and I felt cold and numb. Was someone trying to pull a trick on me? I called my home phone company to see if they knew or kept a record of where the call came from and that maybe someone was stalking me, but they don't trace any calls or have a record of any calls unless I request for the call to be traced before the call was made. I was still scared but I thought to myself, everyone probably thinks I am crazy. So I took that little 20 minute phone call conversation and stuck it in the back of my head.

The next day - and I don't know if this incident has anything to do with what happened the day before - but my husband, kids and I were on our way to my parent's house to get the last minute preparations done for Easter and to have lunch. I was talking on my cell phone with my Aunt Alice, and while in the middle of her talking, the phone line went quite. I thought maybe I may have lost her call and looked at my phone and nope, sure enough my cell phone still indicated that the line was still active. I put the phone back up to my ear and yelled "Hello? Hello?" and then all of a sudden I heard a loud, deathly scream, like someone was in a lot of pain… and then the line went quite again.

I continued to say, "Hello?" and all of a sudden… I heard my Aunt Alice talking, like she didn't even know the call may of dropped. I asked her if she heard anything and she said, "No," she was talking the whole time, telling me what Easter game she was bringing for the kids to play with. She did not hear anything. Then right there the cell phone call really did indeed drop.

I tried calling my aunt back, but I could not get through. I saw everyone the next day for Easter. I didn't want to seem any more crazy than I already made myself look, but I continued to ask everyone again, and again everyone gave the same answer. Left with no answer at a dead end, I let it go.

A week later, Daisey had her baby at that very same hospital. Till this day, I don't know who called. Who did I talk to for 20 minutes? How would they would have known my sister was pregnant? Why did they call? All I know is that my sister's doctor wasn't sure of a due date for her son. He kept telling her it might be the 13th or the 23rd and settled with the 17th of April. I think this phone call was from someone trying to tell me my sister was going to have her baby soon.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on February 19, 2010, 11:02:30 AM
GotGame612, I don't understand how her being Hmong related to this story in any way?   ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on February 19, 2010, 03:57:08 PM
hahaha  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 19, 2010, 11:19:32 PM
Weird.  I'm sure I heard about a ghost story where ghosts kidnapped a shaman to do jingle bells.  I believe the shaman was compensated too.  I just can't remember the storyline. 

Really?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on February 22, 2010, 12:40:07 AM
Hey when I was a kid my Aunt brought some poj ntxooj fur to our house.  She lived in Yuba City at the time.  She said that's where it happened.  That thing kept coming through a cracked window to visit these hmong people's sick son.  One night the Dad waited with a gun and shot it.  It had a long snout with small sharp teeth.  The fur was very soft.  Ever heard of this story?  It was like 15 years ago LOL
It has to be the chubracabras.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on February 22, 2010, 11:08:17 AM
here are a couple of stories from me about this past weekend.

I have this nephew whose wife's grandpa died. They had his funeral at the Legacy funeral home in Maplewood. We got there around 6 and had to park in the overflowing parking lot. There was four of us; my three nephews and I. Right about 9, I decided to go home. I dug into my purse grabbing my keys but noticed that it wasn't in there. I checked my pockets and it was not there. Again, i checked my purse but not a key! Then I thought maybe i left it in the car. Because before walking to the funeral home, i grabbed something so i must have threw it onto a seat or something. Also, i don't lock my doors. How i know this because the pair of keys that I had can't unlock the door so I leave it unlocked. Anyway, a different nephew and I walk back to my car. As I was approaching my car, i noticed that it was on. I could hear the engine on because my car makes this noise when it's turned on. I thought maybe it wasn't but as i got closer, it was coming my car. I thought to myself did I leave the car running? Confused and joyous at the same time, i went to go check the doors. It was locked! The doors were all locked with the engine still running! I was confused even more because I remember leaving the doors unlocked!  I called up one of my SIL who had the spare. We walked back to the funeral home and I asked one of the original nephews that came with me. I asked him if he remember if I left the car running and he said no and that he didn’t. Even he was baffled about the whole thing. An hour later, she arrives. I don’t know what made me do it but I checked my keys. There are four keys attached to the key ring. Two small ones , my usual key and another one which I don’t know is for what. I thought it was for my car once long ago but it never worked so I never used it. So while I was taking the keys out of the ignition, I noticed that it wasn’t the usual key that I used. It was the one the bigger one, the one I never use. 
After I got home from the funeral, I asked one of the other four nephews that went with me if he started the car when he came home with his mom. He said no. I asked if he remember me leaving the car running, again, he said no. Then I told him about the keys, he asked his brother to go and test it out. He came back and said it didn’t work. Just this morning, I had another nephew chck it out. It did start the car but it takes awhile. Apparently, the key wasn’t cut correctly to fit the keyhole. Again, I told him that I don’t use that particular key because it doesn’t work! Apparently, it does.

And here’s another one that happened this past weekend. There was these two guys who did the shuttling from the funeral home to the parking lot. They picked up this family from the parking lot and drove to the funeral home. As they all got out, the driver started to drive off. The passenger guy stopped him and told him that there was another kid in the car that has not stepped out. The driver looked and saw no kid. He got kind of freaked out so he stepped out of the car and told his partner to continue without him. That dude got scared and refused to too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 23, 2010, 10:59:02 AM
The other day my sister,the baby, and i were in my little bro's room..i was talking to her as she was myspacing (LOL) when our little cousing calvin came into the room looking for his older bro(richie)..he kept asking us where did we hide richie but we kind of ignore him (you know how annoying it is when kids bug you with quest.) but he kept calling his brother's name and so i got fed up and said, "what are you doing calvin?" he said, "where's richie? i saw him come in here and he was yelling my name." so i look him straight in the eye and said,"you saw him come in here? and called your name?" he answered "yea" so i told him "look, richie didnt come in here, and if he called your name we would've heard since we've been here the whole time." still, he didnt believe me so he went to go look under the bed calling out his brother's name, i guess his brother heard him from the living room and finally yelled for calvin to stop calling him..that's when calvin turned around,giving me this puzzled look and said "oh..." so i told him "see, i told u richie didnt come in here" so he ran out of the room, trying to pretend the whole incident didnt happpen..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on February 23, 2010, 12:47:01 PM
The other day my sister,the baby, and i were in my little bro's room..i was talking to her as she was myspacing (LOL) when our little cousing calvin came into the room looking for his older bro(richie)..he kept asking us where did we hide richie but we kind of ignore him (you know how annoying it is when kids bug you with quest.) but he kept calling his brother's name and so i got fed up and said, "what are you doing calvin?" he said, "where's richie? i saw him come in here and he was yelling my name." so i look him straight in the eye and said,"you saw him come in here? and called your name?" he answered "yea" so i told him "look, richie didnt come in here, and if he called your name we would've heard since we've been here the whole time." still, he didnt believe me so he went to go look under the bed calling out his brother's name, i guess his brother heard him from the living room and finally yelled for calvin to stop calling him..that's when calvin turned around,giving me this puzzled look and said "oh..." so i told him "see, i told u richie didnt come in here" so he ran out of the room, trying to pretend the whole incident didnt happpen..lol

he knew you've been posting on this thread, and he's playing a trick on you... ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on February 24, 2010, 08:31:44 AM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 24, 2010, 04:00:30 PM
he knew you've been posting on this thread, and he's playing a trick on you... ;D
ha!LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BeautifulBao on February 25, 2010, 11:22:52 AM
 When I was just about 9 or 10 years old and was living at some apartments Fresno. I heard from kids my age that the apartment complex was hunted, but that was after my experienced with a ghost. Anyhow, it was in middle of the night ( it felt like midnight to me) and for some reason I just could not sleep. I was sleeping on my side tossing and turning, don't know why I turned to sleep on my back. I looked at the foot of my bed. I noticed a white and tall  figure that looked much like a human. I couldn't see the face clearly because its face was blurry and the room was dark. I wasn't scare or afraid however, because I didn't know what it was.  So many questions were going through my mind at that moment. Who could it be? is it my dad standing at the foot of my bed staring at me? no that can't be because my dad is sleeping on the other side of the bed with my mom. I turned my body back on my side and quickly covered my head with my blanket. Morning came and that thing was gone. I told my mom about what I saw last night; she brushed it off saying its nothing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on February 25, 2010, 01:37:01 PM
need more stories...this thread is dying
i will hit back on this thread when more of my paranormal experience pops back up
in my mind.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JACK_25 on February 25, 2010, 06:25:34 PM
It has to be the chubracabras.

Sounds like a mole or a possum.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on February 25, 2010, 09:58:21 PM
1. good parent.
2. you talk about noise, then attic, then computer. this isn't scary. just plain dumb. might as well add "BOO!" at the end.
3. your hub carries TWO guns? LOL
hey thers nothing wrong with carrying two or more guns. My husband has more than 3 hand guns and 1shot gun 1 sks 1 fab10 and another one that he's currently building. It doesn't hurt hurt to have a few guns just in case there's a zombie invasion.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on February 26, 2010, 01:55:25 PM
hey thers nothing wrong with carrying two or more guns. My husband has more than 3 hand guns and 1shot gun 1 sks 1 fab10 and another one that he's currently building. It doesn't hurt hurt to have a few guns just in case there's a zombie invasion.


lol... I agree with you. My ex and I have 3 guns. we had a glock 19, a 12 guage shot gun, and 1 sks.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 26, 2010, 07:18:03 PM

lol... I agree with you. My ex and I have 3 guns. we had a glock 19, a 12 guage shot gun, and 1 sks.



It is true what they said!, beauty kills!. Just kidding, it is actually more safer having guns than not having them. Right juxwendy?, it's better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it :P.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on February 27, 2010, 12:27:48 PM
It has to be the chubracabras.

chubracabras are hairless blood sucking dogs.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 27, 2010, 08:32:27 PM
it's chupacabra
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on February 28, 2010, 03:36:44 AM
Wow whew I finally finished reading this whole thread. Took me almost a month to finish. Been reading off and on between work, restroom breaks, and in bed before I sleep.  Anywho I have a few stories to tell from child to my adulthood. I'll start of with one recently.

My younger sister's daughter has fallen victim to the worst of cancer call glioblastoma multiforme. She's been ill in the hospital for 2 months now. They've been moving her around the hospital from room to room due to over crowding in the cancer ward. None of her rooms seem creepy or give them any trouble until the last room. Every night after her chemo treatment she'll go to bed and fall asleep. Not soon after she'll wake up scrreaming cuss words like she was posses. The main word that kept coming out of her mouth was a-hole. Two days after being in that room a couple came to visit my sister and her daughter. The lady told my sister that she had lost her son to cancer and it was in the very same room that they are in now. And before her son had past on he would cuss and scream out a-hole most of the time. I'll post some more after work. Its bed time now.  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on February 28, 2010, 03:42:23 AM
chubracabras are hairless blood sucking dogs.
you could of just played along lol......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on February 28, 2010, 08:30:20 AM
you could of just played along lol......

Okay it's a chubracabra again.   ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Leprechaun on February 28, 2010, 08:35:44 PM
haha nice story.



Okay so yes I have the sixth sense, and yes I have a choice if I wish to be a shaman or not but no I do not want to be one and no I don't have to be one. And yes I still have the sixth sense regardless if I choose to be one or not. I shouldn't call it "the sixth sense" but rather "a sixth sense." Okay let me share my little short story. I was sleeping over at an elder's house in the basement when I felt as though someone was staring at me. You know how we're sleeping and if someone stands close to us we kinda feel their presence? or maybe it's just me. So yeah I open my eyes and I don't see anything, and I know I can't see spirits so I was like hmm that's odd no one's there. But I felt very uncomfortable and knew that whatever it was, it wasn't happy that I was there. So I ran upstairs and slept in the living room.

The next morning I woke up and asked my mom if she knew anything about the home. I told her I swear I felt some kind of spiritual presence, something was definitely there, and I felt cold and afraid. She later asked around and learned that the elder's wife died in his home, in the basement. That was the one experience of many I confirmed I had a sixth sense.
Ok, I ain't scared of the dark, but this one kinda freaked me out
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 01, 2010, 11:07:48 AM


It is true what they said!, beauty kills!. Just kidding, it is actually more safer having guns than not having them. Right juxwendy?, it's better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it :P.


lol.... just like in King Kong, Beauty Kills the BEAST. lol... you know what, I have it for myself because you never know what's going to happen. I had it before I was living by myself in before and I hate coming home at night to my apartment. I'd have bat in my car too. lol... you never know. My town is crazy and I don't have any Asians around me. All white and mexican.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 02, 2010, 11:42:34 AM


It is true what they said!, beauty kills!. Just kidding, it is actually more safer having guns than not having them. Right juxwendy?, it's better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it :P.
dang all you ppls with guns! LOL..i wouldnt let my hubb buy a realllll gun, so i bought him a air gun/BB hand gun..i got him the one with the CO2 and got the pointed pellets..so if a crazy person tries to break in, he can shoot the gun and hurt the man but not kill him..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 02, 2010, 11:44:17 AM
dang all you ppls with guns! LOL..i wouldnt let my hubb buy a realllll gun, so i bought him a air gun/BB hand gun..i got him the one with the CO2 and got the pointed pellets..so if a crazy person tries to break in, he can shoot the gun and hurt the man but not kill him..LOL


lol... well when you don't have kids and live alone... then there are reasons.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 02, 2010, 11:47:35 AM

lol... well when you don't have kids and live alone... then there are reasons.

hehe we do have a child..and we do live alone..and we always go to my mama's house or his bros house and will come back home around 10-11pm..and sometimes im home alone..so that is the only reason why i bought him the air gun..he was happy anyways because it resembles an actuall handgun..his air guns can kill squirrels and it's main purpose is to be use in hunting..but o well..it's good enough for me.LOL

now back to the ghost storiesss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 02, 2010, 11:52:06 AM
My BIL was driving to work one day and ran out of ciggs.
so he looked for the nearest corner store...soon he came to one to his left
he pulled in but decided to go around back of the store so he can park on the other side of it
when he reached the far end of the store and got out of his car, all he saw was an abandon, boarded up corner store..he was like "wat!!!??" earlier what he had saw a corner store still in business, then a sec. later it was an old corner store with all the windows boarded up. he got creeped out and drove away fast!

creepy, because i drive past that abandon corner store when ever i go visit my SIL and BIL..and everytime i look at it, i think of his experience
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 02, 2010, 12:06:03 PM
when my BIL moved into his house, i had to babysit his daughter while my hubb and him went out to go buy suppplies for the house and his wife was working..i was preg. at the time and i was alone in the house with the 1 yr.old  niece..than she started crying and being cranky and wanted me to carry her, being preg. i told her no and she kept clinging to my legs until i picked her up. then i hear this faint whistling, i went to the window and it was definitely coming from the other side of the window..i look around but no one was out. then the whistling wouldnt stop and got kind of louder. i got scare and i was trying to "shhhh" the baby while she cried, so i decided to just go stay outside. as i walked past her play pen with her in my arms, the whistling was right next to my ear. MY goodness! so i ran outside with the baby and we both stayed outside, but it was summer and she was sweating tear drops so i had to take her back inside.
when my hubb and BIL got home i told them, they said as they were coming around the back of the house they also heard a faint whistling..wei rd...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 02, 2010, 12:14:06 PM
i remember when my PIL's neighbor's son passed away
my BIL and FIL had to go next door to help with an exorisim
my BIL said they had to clear the house of evil
i dont really know what happened in there but i did recalll my BIL saying it was scary while the exorsim was going on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 02, 2010, 12:34:04 PM
Lately... I've been feeling uncomfortable staying at my apartment and I've live there for almost a year now, my husband only moved in with me since Oct and I’ve been on my own before him, so I don’t quite understand why. I think that I might of bumped into a spirit or something but a few weeks ago I was watching a movie and just surfing the net when all of a suddenly, my heart started pounding really fast and the hair on my arms was rising with goose bumps. I kept telling myself that it was nothing and I’m just scaring myself, but I can feel a something standing in the hall way watching me. Watching my every move. I woke my husband up and he got upset with me because he was really tired from work and he fell asleep again. My heart started again… pounding harder and faster. I can feel it get closer and closer and it started to get cold in the room. I kept waking up my husband and each time I did it would stop for a while.

I finally grab my husband’s arm and said, “GET UP HUNNIE, SERIOUSLYâ€.
HUSBAND: “What do you want baby? Don’t you know I’m tired?â€
ME: “Yes, hunnie, I know that you’re TIRED, but I NEED YOU’RE A$$ TO GET UP NOWâ€
Husband: “Why?â€
ME: “Because you just do okay, we need to leave.â€
Husband: “Why? Fine, just go me 5 more min.â€
ME: “No, we need to leave nowâ€

So he finally got up and we left. Of course, we argued about it, but I couldn’t even find myself to tell him until we left the parking lot and was on the main road as to what I was experiencing. I’ve since then went to my uncle, in Fresno, and he’s tied a string on my wrist for me and I haven’t had any more encounters with anything until this past Friday, 02/26/10. I was once more sitting and watching some Hmong movie and my husband was washing the dishing when suddenly I felt and heard a loud gasp of air to my left ear. I knew that it couldn’t be a husband because he was in the kitchen and I was in the bedroom. Anyhow, I still yelled out, “Baby... what’s wrong?† I only asked because it was breathing like it was mad; it was the air intake that you do when you’re stressed or mad. He was like, “Nothingâ€. So then I started to feel the same feeling again and I ran to my husband and I was like, “Baby… We need to go out for a while.†He didn’t understand, so he kept asking me why…it started to bug me so I start to get upset at him and we argue for a bit then he finally left with me. On the way, I started crying because he couldn’t understand me. I felt as if he thought I was lying. URGH… men are such a-holes. I told him that he’s my other half and I shouldn’t have to spell everything out. He knew that I was scared and yet he didn’t want to leave because of his own wants and needs. OMG! Get over it. I’m scared out of my wits and he’s gonna stay. Anyhow… it’s been quite for a while now because I’m knocking out before my husband now and everything has toned down. Don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I’ll keep you guys posted.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on March 02, 2010, 02:04:41 PM
Lately... I've been feeling uncomfortable staying at my apartment and I've live there for almost a year now, my husband only moved in with me since Oct and I’ve been on my own before him, so I don’t quite understand why. I think that I might of bumped into a spirit or something but a few weeks ago I was watching a movie and just surfing the net when all of a suddenly, my heart started pounding really fast and the hair on my arms was rising with goose bumps. I kept telling myself that it was nothing and I’m just scaring myself, but I can feel a something standing in the hall way watching me. Watching my every move. I woke my husband up and he got upset with me because he was really tired from work and he fell asleep again. My heart started again… pounding harder and faster. I can feel it get closer and closer and it started to get cold in the room. I kept waking up my husband and each time I did it would stop for a while.

I finally grab my husband’s arm and said, “GET UP HUNNIE, SERIOUSLY”.
HUSBAND: “What do you want baby? Don’t you know I’m tired?”
ME: “Yes, hunnie, I know that you’re TIRED, but I NEED YOU’RE A$$ TO GET UP NOW”
Husband: “Why?”
ME: “Because you just do okay, we need to leave.”
Husband: “Why? Fine, just go me 5 more min.”
ME: “No, we need to leave now”

So he finally got up and we left. Of course, we argued about it, but I couldn’t even find myself to tell him until we left the parking lot and was on the main road as to what I was experiencing. I’ve since then went to my uncle, in Fresno, and he’s tied a string on my wrist for me and I haven’t had any more encounters with anything until this past Friday, 02/26/10. I was once more sitting and watching some Hmong movie and my husband was washing the dishing when suddenly I felt and heard a loud gasp of air to my left ear. I knew that it couldn’t be a husband because he was in the kitchen and I was in the bedroom. Anyhow, I still yelled out, “Baby... what’s wrong?”  I only asked because it was breathing like it was mad; it was the air intake that you do when you’re stressed or mad. He was like, “Nothing”. So then I started to feel the same feeling again and I ran to my husband and I was like, “Baby… We need to go out for a while.” He didn’t understand, so he kept asking me why…it started to bug me so I start to get upset at him and we argue for a bit then he finally left with me. On the way, I started crying because he couldn’t understand me. I felt as if he thought I was lying. URGH… men are such a-holes. I told him that he’s my other half and I shouldn’t have to spell everything out. He knew that I was scared and yet he didn’t want to leave because of his own wants and needs. OMG! Get over it. I’m scared out of my wits and he’s gonna stay. Anyhow… it’s been quite for a while now because I’m knocking out before my husband now and everything has toned down. Don’t know what’s going to happen next, but I’ll keep you guys posted.


reading too much of these ghost stories got to you  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 02, 2010, 03:36:26 PM
reading too much of these ghost stories got to you  ;D

no... it's not that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jackyaj on March 02, 2010, 05:36:24 PM
here a event that happen to my sisters

it's was midnight during my dad funeral  :'(, when my two sisters, 10 years old and 9 years old, were playing and just talking outside of the funeral home when this one old lady with this 6 years old boy came and asked my sisters if this was my dad funeral (she actually say my dad name). My sisters reply to her saying yes it is and then the old lady went inside the funeral with the kid. After like a hour my sisters saw the same little boy and asked him why was he alone outside and where is that old lady, all of a sudden the little boy say what are my sisters talking about because he have never seen or been with a old lady the whole time he was there, he came with his dad. My two sisters got scared but didn't tell any OG about what happen to them, but me and my other brother. This funeral home is the waterman church ( if that how its spell) in Fresno.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jackyaj on March 02, 2010, 06:13:05 PM
here other one

this happen to me, it is not a ghost encounter but still scary as duck. I was at one of my uncle house, my uncle house have a really long hallway with no light and the bathroom was at the end of the hallway, also my uncle mom (really old because my uncle was 64 years old already) is still living with him. My uncle mom, which is my grandma that i have never saw before, is blind and she can't stand up straight so she is always in a bowing position and she have really long hair. Ok so i have to go use the restroom and as i was walking through that dark hallway and at the entry of the bathroom looking inside the bathroom (the bathroom light is off and i can only see by the light coming from the window in the back of the bathroom) I saw my grandmother in traditional hmong clothing, bowing down with her hairs touching the ground, and her hand was stretching out forward to me. I got so ducking scare that i just ran outside and went straight home without even saying anything to my uncle. Very creepy, but sad thing about this story is that she passed away a year after that event.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: koDak_moments on March 03, 2010, 09:24:38 AM
here other one

this happen to me, it is not a ghost encounter but still scary as duck. I was at one of my uncle house, my uncle house have a really long hallway with no light and the bathroom was at the end of the hallway, also my uncle mom (really old because my uncle was 64 years old already) is still living with him. My uncle mom, which is my grandma that i have never saw before, is blind and she can't stand up straight so she is always in a bowing position and she have really long hair. Ok so i have to go use the restroom and as i was walking through that dark hallway and at the entry of the bathroom looking inside the bathroom (the bathroom light is off and i can only see by the light coming from the window in the back of the bathroom) I saw my grandmother in traditional hmong clothing, bowing down with her hairs touching the ground, and her hand was stretching out forward to me. I got so ducking scare that i just ran outside and went straight home without even saying anything to my uncle. Very creepy, but sad thing about this story is that she passed away a year after that event.

Why was your uncle's grandma wearin' Hmong clothes in the house for nothing?  It would freak me out too if that kind of thing happened to me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 03, 2010, 11:23:13 AM

It sounds as if your place is haunted.  You might want to move, cleanse your living space or get a dog.  :)

I have 2 dogs. lol... yeah, but I've never had any issues until now in it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on March 03, 2010, 12:20:03 PM
My cousin's MIL recently passed away this summer.  The day she passed away my cousin and her husband were at work and her MIL was babysitting their 7 month old daughter.

Her MIL had been very ill for the last year or so and they knew that her time was fading fast.  My cousin came home from work and found her MIL lying on the sofa with one arm pinning the baby to the sofa so the baby wouldn't fall off.  She tried to wake her MIL but the MIL was unconscious.  They got her MIL to the hospital but she never gain conscious and died around midnight that same night.

I was babysitting my cousin's baby while my cousin was at the hospital.  I remember putting the baby in bed and was watching a late night movie with my younger brothers - since the parents were also at the hospital. 

Around midnight my brother (9 years old) went to the bathroom and passed the baby's room.  I told him to check on the baby when he came back.  After he finished using the bathroom he checked in on the baby and ran into the living room - he was scared and I asked him what happen. 

He told me that when he went in he saw someone in the room sitting on the bed and stroking the baby's head.  I went and check but there was no one and the baby was sleeping.

Around 1 a.m. my parents called to tell me my cousin's MIL had passed away around midnight.  I knew then that her MIL was just coming by to say one last goodbye to the only grandchild she had.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 03, 2010, 12:23:17 PM
My cousin's MIL recently passed away this summer.  The day she passed away my cousin and her husband were at work and her MIL was babysitting their 7 month old daughter.

Her MIL had been very ill for the last year or so and they knew that her time was fading fast.  My cousin came home from work and found her MIL lying on the sofa with one arm pinning the baby to the sofa so the baby wouldn't fall off.  She tried to wake her MIL but the MIL was unconscious.  They got her MIL to the hospital but she never gain conscious and died around midnight that same night.

I was babysitting my cousin's baby while my cousin was at the hospital.  I remember putting the baby in bed and was watching a late night movie with my younger brothers - since the parents were also at the hospital. 

Around midnight my brother (9 years old) went to the bathroom and passed the baby's room.  I told him to check on the baby when he came back.  After he finished using the bathroom he checked in on the baby and ran into the living room - he was scared and I asked him what happen. 

He told me that when he went in he saw someone in the room sitting on the bed and stroking the baby's head.  I went and check but there was no one and the baby was sleeping.

Around 1 a.m. my parents called to tell me my cousin's MIL had passed away around midnight.  I knew then that her MIL was just coming by to say one last goodbye to the only grandchild she had.


yup... I've heard similar stories like that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on March 03, 2010, 01:05:24 PM
here other one

this happen to me, it is not a ghost encounter but still scary as duck. I was at one of my uncle house, my uncle house have a really long hallway with no light and the bathroom was at the end of the hallway, also my uncle mom (really old because my uncle was 64 years old already) is still living with him. My uncle mom, which is my grandma that i have never saw before, is blind and she can't stand up straight so she is always in a bowing position and she have really long hair. Ok so i have to go use the restroom and as i was walking through that dark hallway and at the entry of the bathroom looking inside the bathroom (the bathroom light is off and i can only see by the light coming from the window in the back of the bathroom) I saw my grandmother in traditional hmong clothing, bowing down with her hairs touching the ground, and her hand was stretching out forward to me. I got so ducking scare that i just ran outside and went straight home without even saying anything to my uncle. Very creepy, but sad thing about this story is that she passed away a year after that event.



Holy crap that is scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on March 03, 2010, 01:07:19 PM
My cousin's MIL recently passed away this summer.  The day she passed away my cousin and her husband were at work and her MIL was babysitting their 7 month old daughter.

Her MIL had been very ill for the last year or so and they knew that her time was fading fast.  My cousin came home from work and found her MIL lying on the sofa with one arm pinning the baby to the sofa so the baby wouldn't fall off.  She tried to wake her MIL but the MIL was unconscious.  They got her MIL to the hospital but she never gain conscious and died around midnight that same night.

I was babysitting my cousin's baby while my cousin was at the hospital.  I remember putting the baby in bed and was watching a late night movie with my younger brothers - since the parents were also at the hospital.  

Around midnight my brother (9 years old) went to the bathroom and passed the baby's room.  I told him to check on the baby when he came back.  After he finished using the bathroom he checked in on the baby and ran into the living room - he was scared and I asked him what happen.  

He told me that when he went in he saw someone in the room sitting on the bed and stroking the baby's head.  I went and check but there was no one and the baby was sleeping.

Around 1 a.m. my parents called to tell me my cousin's MIL had passed away around midnight.  I knew then that her MIL was just coming by to say one last goodbye to the only grandchild she had.

How selfish and dumb can someone be to have an elderly ill person babysit an infant?   ::)  This story is not scary at all, just annoying.  ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cheetos on March 03, 2010, 02:41:08 PM
How selfish and dumb can someone be to have an elderly ill person babysit an infant?   ::)  This story is not scary at all, just annoying.  ::)

My cousin's SIL works the night shift at the hospital so the MIL only had to babysit the baby for less than an hour before my cousin came home from work.  Usually the baby's napping around that time too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 03:23:12 AM
Back in my younger years in high school I had 2 jobs to help my parents with bills (cause we have a big family) and was trying to juggle with school. I  had just came back from my second job that morning and didn't want to be bothered with my younger siblings getting ready for school so I decided to crash downstairs in the spare bedroom in the basement until after lunch and head out to school. I think it was probably 10am and I can hear my mom upstairs in the kitchen making lunchand can smell the food for her and my dad. I heard her walking up and down the stairs since it was right above the room. Then she came in and told me to get up and go to school. I told her not until after 11:30. So she told me not to sleep in too long since I'm a girl and it don't look right. Anyways she left and closed the door behind her and I turned on to my side and I closed my eyes for a few seconds and she yelled out my name at the top of the stairs saying, "why are you sleeping so long, long enough to grow old?" I screamed back to her, "I will, I'll wake at 11:30 gosh leave me alone for an hour. I looked at the clock and a few minutes had just passed by since she was downstairs talking to me. I was still laying on my side and I closed my eyes. Then I heard the door open thinking it was my mom coming to bother me again I turned around but to my astonishment there was no one there and the door was open. So I got up and closed the door. I went back to my old position in bed and as I was laying there again my mom was screaming at the top of the stairs again at me. I didn't answer her this time and just layed there ignoring her. Again I heard the door open again and this time it swung open real fast and hard to where it made a loud bang when it hit the wall. I felt her squeezing my calf going upwards to my thighs. I ignored her and pretended like I was in a deep sleep. Then I felt her hand gliding up to my waist and squeezed my breast. Right then and there I wasn't able to move, scream or breath. I was struggling to regain my sences and it felt like more than 10mins then finally whatever it was that violated me left. I got up and took off out of the room, up the stairs in search of my parents but they were no where to be seen. First I looked in the kitchen there was no food. Usually she'll save me some in a bowl with a plate covering it but it looked as if no one was in the kitchen making food earlier. Then I looked outside in the drive way and my mom's car was still out there. So I went to look for her in her garden in the back yard and its about 150 feet away from our house. Sure enough. Both my parents were out there. I asked my mom how long she's been out there and she said that the both of them been out there since they came back from sending my siblings to school which was 8am.

Till this day when I visit her I never go downstairs alone. There's a true story behind this entity that violated me. If I'm still up I'll tell the story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 04:01:11 AM
Following back to my experience, a few years before that incident occured, my bother and sil with their 6 children had moved in with us from wi. She was sick and acting crazy. We didn't know what was wrong with her. Before they moved in with us she would tell us that when our brother had left to work a very handsome man would come and lay with her in bed and he would make love to her passionatly. She said that this would happen everyday. One day she told my brother she was leaving him for this guy. So my brother asked her when and she said when she's ready . She never told him when. So he got curious and one day decided to wait across the street to see who was this guy that had his wife's love. He waited not long until she opened the door. It looked like she was talking to someone but there was no one there. And then she closed the door. After that he got more curious and decided to go in the house. He snucked in the house quitely and walked softly to the bedroom door. He can hear laughing and talking but it was only his wife's voice. He then didn't hear anything for a few seconds then he heard moaning like she was making love to another man in his bedroom. He swung opened the door and found that she was masterbating with a large black dildo........l ol just kidding....... .I had to put a comic in there. Anyway he swung open the door and saw that she was completely naked on her knees with her legs spread apart like she was riding someone.  She fell forward and picked up the blanket to cover her self. My brother asked her what she was doing alone in the bedroom like that. Her eyes looked at him and back to the bed like don't you see him? You caught me sleeping with another man in our bed. She looked confused. Then she got out of bed and the both of them ran out the bedroom. My brother asked her again what she was doing and she said said that she's been having an affair with this guy for 2 years now. And my brother said who? Who's the guy? I didn't see no guy in the bedroom. She kept pointing to the bed like he was still there. She went in there and came out like she was holding someones hand and introduced him to my brother. But there was no one there. My brother got scared so that's why they moved in with us and lived downstairs in the spare bedroom we have in the basment. He said that before he caught her doing it with the ghost he noticed that she was getting sicker and pail by the day. And that day he caught her doing that in the bedroom she looked different. Like she wasn't. Sick and that she was somehow transformed into something he couldn't explain to us. Anyway after they moved in with us strange things started to happen in the house. I'll tell more tomorrow after work.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on March 04, 2010, 08:59:39 AM
I remember when my family and us went to my grandma(my mom side) funeral(a traditional Hmong style) in North Carolina.  We drove there on Friday night and got there Saturday morning and later that evening around like 11pm we wanted to get some rest.  So we(my older brother and my Sister-in-law and me) told my dad will be back at like 5am in the morning and went to sleep at my aunt house.  There house-trailer is on a 15 acre wooded-area so everything outside was pitch dark.  We all slept in one room it had two twin bed and we set the alarm to ring at 5am.  Plus no one home except us because everyone still at the funeral.  The alarm rings and I wake up, turn on the lights then check the clock and told my brother and SIL(they slept on the right bed and I was on the left) to wake up its time.  They told me go back to sleep and I was ok with it because I was still tired too.  I turn off the light and see a shadow coming near me.  I swear i froze and couldn't move.  As it almost grab my hand i quickly turn on the light and it disappear.  I was so scard that i ran straight to the bed making so much noise that my brother and SIL woke up.  I told my parents(they flew there a few days ahead of us) but they brush it off and told me its nothing.

Driving through the night my brother asked me why didn't i turn off the light but was like dude i saw a freaking shadow or something coming at me.  I explain to him how the shadow looked like grandma but was shorter.  Then after i tell this the car suddenly dies in the middle of the road out of no where.  My brother the driver tried to start the car but it just wont start.  Then i had pray to my grandma who just past away to help me get the car started and it did.  The car somehow started by itself again.  In the car was my two older brother and my 2 SIL and me and my 2 uncles.  That 7 of us in the car and later that night it was just a quite car ride until home. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 05:00:22 PM
I guess you can say this is part 3 to my stories....... .. my sil got very ill and wasn't able to take care of her nor her kids so my mother offered them a place to stay and to help nurse my sil back to health. Well our family being christians didn't believe in shamanism so we didn't even bother to think of doing jingle bells instead we had the paster come and pray for my sil and her family. Well the first night that they were there........ my sil was whispering to someone that we couldn't see. She laughed histerically then stopped and looked at everyone in the room with a dead expresion on her face. Well I guess right then and there my mom called the paster to come pry for her. Lunch is over I'll continue when I get home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 05:15:36 PM
I'm using my android to type so excuse me if I misspell some words and make it short anyway...... when the pastor arrived they immediatly took my sil downstairs for a good 1 hour. He came back upstairs where all of us and the kids were he told us to hold the person's hand next to us and bow our heads so he can pray for our safty and well being. As he was praying for us the room got really cold to where I can feel it deep in the core of my bones. After he was done before he left he said to us keep the faith and nothing will happen. The next day my mom made my sil breakfast and took it downstairs to her. She tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. The door didn't have a lock on it nor did the door handle. Brb.......cust omers are waiting.......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 05:52:10 PM
omg!!! you got me hooked!
lol still busy
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on March 04, 2010, 06:16:15 PM
lol still busy
omg!! hurry i want to read the rest.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 04, 2010, 08:23:42 PM
Back in my younger years in high school I had 2 jobs to help my parents with bills (cause we have a big family) and was trying to juggle with school. I  had just came back from my second job that morning and didn't want to be bothered with my younger siblings getting ready for school so I decided to crash downstairs in the spare bedroom in the basement until after lunch and head out to school. I think it was probably 10am and I can hear my mom upstairs in the kitchen making lunchand can smell the food for her and my dad. I heard her walking up and down the stairs since it was right above the room. Then she came in and told me to get up and go to school. I told her not until after 11:30. So she told me not to sleep in too long since I'm a girl and it don't look right. Anyways she left and closed the door behind her and I turned on to my side and I closed my eyes for a few seconds and she yelled out my name at the top of the stairs saying, "why are you sleeping so long, long enough to grow old?" I screamed back to her, "I will, I'll wake at 11:30 gosh leave me alone for an hour. I looked at the clock and a few minutes had just passed by since she was downstairs talking to me. I was still laying on my side and I closed my eyes. Then I heard the door open thinking it was my mom coming to bother me again I turned around but to my astonishment there was no one there and the door was open. So I got up and closed the door. I went back to my old position in bed and as I was laying there again my mom was screaming at the top of the stairs again at me. I didn't answer her this time and just layed there ignoring her. Again I heard the door open again and this time it swung open real fast and hard to where it made a loud bang when it hit the wall. I felt her squeezing my calf going upwards to my thighs. I ignored her and pretended like I was in a deep sleep. Then I felt her hand gliding up to my waist and squeezed my breast. Right then and there I wasn't able to move, scream or breath. I was struggling to regain my sences and it felt like more than 10mins then finally whatever it was that violated me left. I got up and took off out of the room, up the stairs in search of my parents but they were no where to be seen. First I looked in the kitchen there was no food. Usually she'll save me some in a bowl with a plate covering it but it looked as if no one was in the kitchen making food earlier. Then I looked outside in the drive way and my mom's car was still out there. So I went to look for her in her garden in the back yard and its about 150 feet away from our house. Sure enough. Both my parents were out there. I asked my mom how long she's been out there and she said that the both of them been out there since they came back from sending my siblings to school which was 8am.

Till this day when I visit her I never go downstairs alone. There's a true story behind this entity that violated me. If I'm still up I'll tell the story.



You're parents' played an amazing trick on you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 08:39:45 PM


You're parents' played an amazing trick on you.
lol i wish that it was them that played an amazing trick on me. i wouldnt be so scared of going down the basement by myself.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 04, 2010, 08:54:00 PM
Following back to my experience, a few years before that incident occured, my bother and sil with their 6 children had moved in with us from wi. She was sick and acting crazy. We didn't know what was wrong with her. Before they moved in with us she would tell us that when our brother had left to work a very handsome man would come and lay with her in bed and he would make love to her passionatly. She said that this would happen everyday. One day she told my brother she was leaving him for this guy. So my brother asked her when and she said when she's ready . She never told him when. So he got curious and one day decided to wait across the street to see who was this guy that had his wife's love. He waited not long until she opened the door. It looked like she was talking to someone but there was no one there. And then she closed the door. After that he got more curious and decided to go in the house. He snucked in the house quitely and walked softly to the bedroom door. He can hear laughing and talking but it was only his wife's voice. He then didn't hear anything for a few seconds then he heard moaning like she was making love to another man in his bedroom. He swung opened the door and found that she was masterbating with a large black dildo........l ol just kidding....... .I had to put a comic in there. Anyway he swung open the door and saw that she was completely naked on her knees with her legs spread apart like she was riding someone.  She fell forward and picked up the blanket to cover her self. My brother asked her what she was doing alone in the bedroom like that. Her eyes looked at him and back to the bed like don't you see him? You caught me sleeping with another man in our bed. She looked confused. Then she got out of bed and the both of them ran out the bedroom. My brother asked her again what she was doing and she said said that she's been having an affair with this guy for 2 years now. And my brother said who? Who's the guy? I didn't see no guy in the bedroom. She kept pointing to the bed like he was still there. She went in there and came out like she was holding someones hand and introduced him to my brother. But there was no one there. My brother got scared so that's why they moved in with us and lived downstairs in the spare bedroom we have in the basment. He said that before he caught her doing it with the ghost he noticed that she was getting sicker and pail by the day. And that day he caught her doing that in the bedroom she looked different. Like she wasn't. Sick and that she was somehow transformed into something he couldn't explain to us. Anyway after they moved in with us strange things started to happen in the house. I'll tell more tomorrow after work.

Did you feel passionate too?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 04, 2010, 08:58:25 PM
Stories like ghost men coming to have sex with real lived women started getting very popular.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 04, 2010, 08:59:02 PM
Large Black Dildo? hahahahahahaha haha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 09:09:38 PM
My mom turned the door nob but it seemed like someone was holding it from the otherside. She can hear my sil moving about in the bedroom and asked her to open the door. But my sil didn't answer my mom. She tried prying it with a knife but it still wouldn't open. Mother decided to give up and turned around picked up the food tray that was on the ground. As she bent down to pick up the food tray, my sil opened the door. When my sil opened the door for mother, her hair was all matted up like someone had rubbed their hands into her hair nonstop. Mother told us that my sil had a foul pungent odor that it made her sick to her stomach right when she opened the door. mother took the food tray into the bedroom and set it on the table nest to sil's bed. Mother looked down on the side of the bed and saw a big puddle of dark green slim on the ground. And thats where the odor was coming from. She didn't know what it was but she cleaned it up. She said it reminded her of when she was a child when her older brother had past away and saw the dark green slim under the table that his body was layed on.

A few days had past and everyone was at school and my older brother was at work. My mom was putting the babies to sleep for their nap, she decided to go downstairs to groom sil. She opened the door and a cold breeze hit her body hard and knocked her off balance nearly causing her to fall backwards. Mother thought to herself, it's mid summer and it's super hot outside why is it so cold in here to where i can see my own breath. She walked up to the bed where sil was sleeping, again her hair was a mess and sil was sleeping face down with her face burried in the pillows. Mother didn't say anything but quietly moved sil's hair trying to comb it. But when she moved sil's hair she can see some sort of writing on the back of sil's neck. Atm my mother didn't know how to read and write so she couldn't make out what it was. She immediatly called the pastor to come over to see the writing, but by the time the pastor arrived it was gone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 09:22:59 PM
I remember almost everyday the pastor would come over to pray for sil and our family in the evenings. some nights they would invite all of the church members to come and they would all pray and sing for us and sil. sometimes she would come up and join us but it got too intense in the room when god or jesus's name was spoken. She would scream out cuse words and curse everyone in the room including her own children.

A few months had passed by and she wasn't getting any better she kept getting worse and worse. Her body frame was so thin to where you can see where the bones of her body contores. So the pastor and a few of the church member performed an exorcism cause they had a strong belief that she was possessed by her ghost boyfriend.

After the exorcism she got well and they moved out of our house to another house. But that was only the beginning for us.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 09:28:19 PM
I thought that was cute too. lols  ;D
lol i had to put a comic in there since it was really scary. it was more for the people that might be reading late at night.  :)  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 09:55:26 PM
After all this chaos with sil's paranormal activity things had not gotten better for our family that live in the house. Ever since then my parents had split up. Not only my parents split, so did my brother and his wife. All of us seemed to have an anger, anxiety, discomfort issues when we're in the house. But when we're out of the house we seem to get along fine. I think that thing is still in there hiding in the most distant dark corner of the house causing havoc to our family. when i visit i try not to stay too long cause i feel this anger building up in me out of no where.

anyways....... ..this one weekend i was looking for my dad calling him all around the house room to room so we can have lunch. but no answer. i went in the kitchen and saw him walk really fast past the fridge going towards the basement stairs. I heard him walking down each step as he was nearing the end of the steps, the creeking got softer. I called out to him but no answer. so i looked down the steps and i can hear and see his feet walking towards the w/d machine. if you were to stand at the top of the stairs and look down all you can only see is from the calf area to the feet if someone was to be down there. so i went downstairs and followed him around the corner to the w/d area. i didnt see my dad. mother likes to hang bed sheets in the basment  so i was pushing it out of my way making my way towards the w/d. as i got closer i can see a figure in the corner of the basment floating in midair with no feet with its back towards me and its arm to its side and it looked like it was hunched over. I took off with the quickness. lol i got upstairs and my dad was already sitting at the table waiting for me to have lunch with him. brb have to go pick up my sister at school........ lol i have more to tell.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 09:57:11 PM
So when your sil told you guys she'd been sleeping with another man for two years, you guys weren't upset at all?  ;D Your brother seemed so calm about it?
yeah he was upset but there was nothing he can to stop her if she wanted to leave.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 04, 2010, 10:01:14 PM
lol i had to put a comic in there since it was really scary. it was more for the people that might be reading late at night.  :)  ;)

good way to give everybody wet dreams instead of nightmares
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 04, 2010, 10:24:17 PM
Omg... lmao, anywho I think as far as that whole anger being built up is from the psychological and emotional tension of yourself, not necessarily any supernatural forces, but that's what happens when lots of different house holds live under one roof, and it will never get any better if no one sits down and resolve the problem from beginning to end.
i get what you're saying. no i dont think its that. we all are grown up since then and we all have our own places and live in different states. my mother and 2 sisters are the only ones living there now. and the rest have their own place or is living with my dad in wi. believe me when i think about visiting my family im so happy and cant wait to see them. but when we all come together in the house even though theres no one or nothing bothering me i get this anger that builds up inside me that i just want to be mean and i cant seem to control it. lol its like the hulk. not only do i feel this way my husand hates to stay at my mom's cause he says that he feels really uncomfortable there like someone is staring him down and he cant breath cause of the heavyness in the air. my husband is shaman and he can i guess sense these things. thats what he told me. but i understand what you're saying girl.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 05, 2010, 01:50:15 AM
good way to give everybody wet dreams instead of nightmares
that's a good thing right? Instead of being scared and notin the mood now you're hot and wired up for intercourse but that belongs in the mature section sooooo........ meet you in there lol j/k.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 05, 2010, 01:52:39 AM
yah... i still got spooked... I read it this morning... I was still in my bed, but I grabbed my phone and came in this thread... I started getting the creep. What a great way to get my ass out of bed!  ;)
lol is it that scary? Enough to get you spooked and out of bed even in the day time? Lol well it can happen anytime and anywhere. It can be standing behind you looking over your shoulder right this minute while your reading my post right now. Muahahahaha don't turn around and look you might see a bodiles head with two pitch black eyes staring right back at you. Yeah I know I'm evil. You opened the door for me and I had to take the opportunity to walk in. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: O to Ka jo on March 05, 2010, 09:50:26 AM
Hey everyone. I like to share my ghost stories. Well, one night i was sleeping and had a dream that this guy came and swept me off my feet while riding a horse. He took me to some place up in the mountains and there he told me that he loved me and wanted to marry me. We then started to make love. All of a sudden i was awakened by the sound of my alarm. I opened my eyes and saw this big black shadow pinned me down for a few seconds and i couldn't move or scream. Finally, it stopped. I went back to bed and for the second time i felt it coming back for more, but this time it was slowly climbing onto the bed. I forced myself up and walked away. I told my mom later that day and she said it was nothing to worry about. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 05, 2010, 11:20:49 AM
Hey everyone. I like to share my ghost stories. Well, one night i was sleeping and had a dream that this guy came and swept me off my feet while riding a horse. He took me to some place up in the mountains and there he told me that he loved me and wanted to marry me. We then started to make love. All of a sudden i was awakened by the sound of my alarm. I opened my eyes and saw this big black shadow pinned me down for a few seconds and i couldn't move or scream. Finally, it stopped. I went back to bed and for the second time i felt it coming back for more, but this time it was slowly climbing onto the bed. I forced myself up and walked away. I told my mom later that day and she said it was nothing to worry about. 


PARENTS ALWAYS SAY THAT IT'S NOTHING AND NOT TO WORRY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 05, 2010, 05:34:38 PM

PARENTS ALWAYS SAY THAT IT'S NOTHING AND NOT TO WORRY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


W.W.J.D.? . . . What Will Juxwendy Do? if she was a parent.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 05, 2010, 09:06:08 PM
W.W.J.D.? . . . What Will Juxwendy Do? if she was a parent.
lol good one
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kuvhlubkuv on March 05, 2010, 10:51:37 PM
can muthaf*ckers PLEASE use paragraphs so it's easier on the eyes


i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read.

see wtf i mean?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 07, 2010, 08:26:41 PM
lol what the hell is the matter with how we write? I didn't know we were being graded on the net with how our writing skills are????? You just made yourself out as a total anal prick.  >:( if you don't like the way how we stupid people in pebhmong write then go somewhere else where there are smart anal pricks like you. You party pooper. :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 08, 2010, 08:37:13 AM
hey thers nothing wrong with carrying two or more guns. My husband has more than 3 hand guns and 1shot gun 1 sks 1 fab10 and another one that he's currently building. It doesn't hurt hurt to have a few guns just in case there's a zombie invasion.

yea tell him to get a tank too. I think iraq is having a wholesale.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 08, 2010, 12:21:11 PM
what happend to the scary stories why people talking about and clowning on other peoples writing and pet peeves?
more scary stories please
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on March 08, 2010, 01:32:51 PM
"Need More Scary Stories"



Please No More Childish arguments, save that for the general thread
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 08, 2010, 02:25:23 PM
W.W.J.D.? . . . What Will Juxwendy Do? if she was a parent.


lol... if I were a parent... I would tell my kid. "BE REALLY SCARED, YOU NEXT STEP MIGHT JUST BE YOUR LAST, but don't worry about it. It's nothing."

 ;D ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 08, 2010, 03:12:16 PM
this dream last night scared the poop outta me.

i dreamt that my hubb and i was at my MIL place and it was dark (nighttime) i somehow got mad at my hubb and told him i'll just go wait in the car. When i got into the care, i looked at the side mirror and saw a black figure person with his head bent down, shoulders hunched down. slowly moving from the passenger's rear end to the driver's rear end. i was scared so i pickep up my phone to try and call my hubb to hurry up. As i picked up my cell an incoming call was waiting for me with a number i dont recognized (usually i dont pick up numbers i dont know but this time i picked up) and a male voice said to me in hmong " hello beautiful hmong girl, what is your name?" and right then and there i hung up and tried to dial my hubbs number but each time i dial it, it would switched to the unfamilar number that i had recieved..

i woke up kind of scare..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 08, 2010, 04:50:39 PM
bossymum thats a crazy a$$ dream
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 09, 2010, 09:12:41 AM
my friend told me this story. he works the night shift as a security gaurd at some old courthouse. rumor has it that the old courthouse was haunted. my friend wasn't scared though, he was 6'3" and an ex marine. that guy was one of the toughest guys i knew. one late night while making his rounds, his extra cheesy bean burito wanted to come back out. he decided to go take a crap at the nearest restroom. however, this restroom happened to be in a secluded corner in the basement/ground floor of the building. he went in, tried switching on the old light switch, but it didn't work. he was like eff. but he had his flashlight and an ex marine like him wasn't gonna let something like darkness scare him. he kicked open the bathroom stall unzipped his pants and started crapping away.

he heard his poo drop in the bowl, and then his butt crack would feel wet. this happened everytime he felt his poo drop. he figured it was just the toilette bowl water splashing back up. he didn't think much of it. when he was done crapping, he heard giggling. a woman's voice giggling. he asked who was there. no answer. he pointed his flashlight under the stahls and in the cracks of the stahls but saw nothing. he was kind of creeped out but wanted to investigate. as he got some toilette paper to wipe his butt, he noticed that his butt was clean. clean as a whistle. now that couldn't be right. he had diarhea, and a bad one too. and it was a quick shit, no way the poo would've dried up on his ass or would there be nothing to wipe.

but a clean azz was a clean azz. besides he wanted to go investigate that strange giggling. he got up, pulled up his pants. and then turned around to flush the toilette. he looked down and saw woman's bloody face in the toilette bowl laughing and giggling at him. she stuck out her tongue out of the bowl and said mmmm...cheesy bean burrito. he then ran out of the bathroom as fast as he could.

to this day, he still couldn't explain why his azz was so clean.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 09, 2010, 02:07:32 PM
bossymum thats a crazy a$$ dream
i know...i think it was that ghost that was moving at the back of my car...and trying to get in with me so he called me..my god...his voice gaved me the chills just thinking about it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 09, 2010, 02:08:30 PM
my friend told me this story. he works the night shift as a security gaurd at some old courthouse. rumor has it that the old courthouse was haunted. my friend wasn't scared though, he was 6'3" and an ex marine. that guy was one of the toughest guys i knew. one late night while making his rounds, his extra cheesy bean burito wanted to come back out. he decided to go take a crap at the nearest restroom. however, this restroom happened to be in a secluded corner in the basement/ground floor of the building. he went in, tried switching on the old light switch, but it didn't work. he was like eff. but he had his flashlight and an ex marine like him wasn't gonna let something like darkness scare him. he kicked open the bathroom stall unzipped his pants and started crapping away.

he heard his poo drop in the bowl, and then his butt crack would feel wet. this happened everytime he felt his poo drop. he figured it was just the toilette bowl water splashing back up. he didn't think much of it. when he was done crapping, he heard giggling. a woman's voice giggling. he asked who was there. no answer. he pointed his flashlight under the stahls and in the cracks of the stahls but saw nothing. he was kind of creeped out but wanted to investigate. as he got some toilette paper to wipe his butt, he noticed that his butt was clean. clean as a whistle. now that couldn't be right. he had diarhea, and a bad one too. and it was a quick shit, no way the poo would've dried up on his ass or would there be nothing to wipe.

but a clean azz was a clean azz. besides he wanted to go investigate that strange giggling. he got up, pulled up his pants. and then turned around to flush the toilette. he looked down and saw woman's bloody face in the toilette bowl laughing and giggling at him. she stuck out her tongue out of the bowl and said mmmm...cheesy bean burrito. he then ran out of the bathroom as fast as he could.

to this day, he still couldn't explain why his azz was so clean.
im surprise she didnt licked his balls too..LOL..jk jk i kidd only..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 09, 2010, 02:49:17 PM
this sounds made up
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 09, 2010, 05:27:34 PM
this sounds made up

well it's not my story. but i don't think it's made up. why would he make up such a story?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 09, 2010, 05:50:50 PM
?? ?????
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: socalistudd on March 09, 2010, 06:46:52 PM
Damn there's some scary stories in here. Hahaha.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 11, 2010, 07:44:44 PM
A few years back before my uncle passed away he would encountered wierd things like animals.  One time he went to the farm and a squirral came and climbed on him and he tried to get it off but it wouldn't let go.  After a few minutes the squirral let off and ran off.  Then there was an incident with a black cat running inside their house and they chased it out.  They would experienced these hmong phenomoms and they did shaman to see what was happening and they found out that our grandpa was coming to get him.  My uncle is partially deaf and wears a hearing aid.  To understand my uncle, we have to go back into his earlier years as a child.  when he was young he would always played in the creek and digged up holes and had fun hunting around for fun.  Then one day he went playing in the river and he dug out a hole and something was inside the hole.  He was playing with the thing's home and when my uncle came back home he was sick.  He then started to go deaf and my grandma asked a shaman to do neeg and they told her he had ruined their home or did something to unpleased the spirits in the area.  Then so after the ritual everything went back to normal and my uncle was forbidden to do any of his ADLS.  But then one day he went back to his old habits and he became deaf again.  All through his life he felt very lonely like noone care about him.  He was the youngest and because he was deaf, he felt lonely on the inside.  He would tell the aunties that his brothers didn't love him and his mother also.  The saddest thing was that in my father's generation they didn't know how to show love.  They would always leave him out in some cases because they thought it would be to difficult for him, but in fact he's very good with fixing houses and hand on works.  My uncle was married and had two kids but yet he still felt a lone.  Through out the years, my uncle was left alone and was never asked to go hunting or fishing with my dad and uncles.  I knew deep down inside how lonely his world was even though he had a family, a house, two cars and a boat. Last but not least he had us.  Through out my teenage years, my uncle and me, we were bonnie and cylyde.  We went fishing together and hunting together because noone had invited him so we would alway hang out together.  I remembered one time i wanted to go to july 4 and so he took me upthere with his family and there is nothing i can't say or do to ever thank him enough.  He is the greatest uncle and his wife is the greatest aunty ever because they would always take me out so many times.  I would always babysite their kids while talking on the phone with some girls, but anyways his kids love me so much they cut their hair to be like mine.  His family cherished me so much and i love them so much but there was nothing i can do to save them or help my uncle's lonely heart.  The night before he passed away, he told his aunts that noone loves him and he cried.  I always knew how he felt and the pressure to be  useful in the community.  My grandma never really love her youngest son because her herself was also lost in her game of choosing favorites. She was supposedly living with my uncle but she had her stuff there but always lived with my second uncle.  She love my ucle like a son but not as much as her second son.  My second uncle is a greedy shit uncle who doesn't not love my grandma but uses her for her money and yet my gradma is also a greedy person who is fitted for my greedy uncle.  Sadly to say on the night my uncle cried out his tears to my aunties i went overthere to fixed my uncle's email so he can chat on the pc for fun.  I played with my little two cousin and we play super mario in the living room.  Then we went back into my uncle' pc room and my little cousin climbed up the dressing.  I asked him if he would like to sleep over but then my vision was like a dream.  It was blurring when i think of it.  My little cousin didn't want to sleep over so then i spent time on the pc with my uncle nnot knowing it would be their last.  I came home and stay up late knowing  everything will be alright.  Then 4 in the morning i was waken to be notify that my uncle's house caught on fire.  We all cried our tears out.  The saddest nthing was that their whole family passed away at such a early age.  
There were signs of disaeters waiting to happen and plus their house was quite creepy. Some say that they could heard foot stpes in the attic but not sure if it is true though.  After a year or so my grandma then started to cried for them and said things like he care and love them very much, but it was too late.  She should had love them when they were alive and not waited for them to died to have tears.  She went insane and started asking them to come eat foods that she set off outside of my uncle's home.  And so one day a little girl living downstair of them who has the power to see ghosts told my grandma that she should stop because she daw my dead uncle's family came to eat the food.  And so my grandma got scarede and she stooped and up till this year she was so afraid to be by herself.  My grandma is a strong lady.  When people left Vi Nai to come to america, she would walk through deserted towns to get water and she wasn't scared.  But now she was so afraid.  A sadnote is that in this world some people do not know what they have until it is gone forever.  We all love my uncle's family very much but for him he felt something different.  In my uncle's shoe i would felt the same thing too and after all these experience we the young have changed.  Sometimes, maybe for just 1day go spend time with your nloved ones because you will never know when they are gpoing to pass away.  There is an old saying.  Known how to live today, but never know what's gonna happen tommorow.  I hope we all will tell their mothers, fathers and family that bwe love them before we nevergot the chance to say good-bye.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: koDak_moments on March 12, 2010, 08:54:08 AM
awwwh...such a sad story!  Its true, people (especially families) take each other for granted.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 12, 2010, 08:15:15 PM
im surprise she didnt licked his balls too..LOL..jk jk i kidd only..LOL

I know right?, might as well do the whole business.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 12, 2010, 08:25:19 PM
A few years back before my uncle passed away he would encountered wierd things like animals.  One time he went to the farm and a squirral came and climbed on him and he tried to get it off but it wouldn't let go.  After a few minutes the squirral let off and ran off.  Then there was an incident with a black cat running inside their house and they chased it out.  They would experienced these hmong phenomoms and they did shaman to see what was happening and they found out that our grandpa was coming to get him.  My uncle is partially deaf and wears a hearing aid.  To understand my uncle, we have to go back into his earlier years as a child.  when he was young he would always played in the creek and digged up holes and had fun hunting around for fun.  Then one day he went playing in the river and he dug out a hole and something was inside the hole.  He was playing with the thing's home and when my uncle came back home he was sick.  He then started to go deaf and my grandma asked a shaman to do neeg and they told her he had ruined their home or did something to unpleased the spirits in the area.  Then so after the ritual everything went back to normal and my uncle was forbidden to do any of his ADLS.  But then one day he went back to his old habits and he became deaf again.  All through his life he felt very lonely like noone care about him.  He was the youngest and because he was deaf, he felt lonely on the inside.  He would tell the aunties that his brothers didn't love him and his mother also.  The saddest thing was that in my father's generation they didn't know how to show love.  They would always leave him out in some cases because they thought it would be to difficult for him, but in fact he's very good with fixing houses and hand on works.  My uncle was married and had two kids but yet he still felt a lone.  Through out the years, my uncle was left alone and was never asked to go hunting or fishing with my dad and uncles.  I knew deep down inside how lonely his world was even though he had a family, a house, two cars and a boat. Last but not least he had us.  Through out my teenage years, my uncle and me, we were bonnie and cylyde.  We went fishing together and hunting together because noone had invited him so we would alway hang out together.  I remembered one time i wanted to go to july 4 and so he took me upthere with his family and there is nothing i can't say or do to ever thank him enough.  He is the greatest uncle and his wife is the greatest aunty ever because they would always take me out so many times.  I would always babysite their kids while talking on the phone with some girls, but anyways his kids love me so much they cut their hair to be like mine.  His family cherished me so much and i love them so much but there was nothing i can do to save them or help my uncle's lonely heart.  The night before he passed away, he told his aunts that noone loves him and he cried.  I always knew how he felt and the pressure to be  useful in the community.  My grandma never really love her youngest son because her herself was also lost in her game of choosing favorites. She was supposedly living with my uncle but she had her stuff there but always lived with my second uncle.  She love my ucle like a son but not as much as her second son.  My second uncle is a greedy shit uncle who doesn't not love my grandma but uses her for her money and yet my gradma is also a greedy person who is fitted for my greedy uncle.  Sadly to say on the night my uncle cried out his tears to my aunties i went overthere to fixed my uncle's email so he can chat on the pc for fun.  I played with my little two cousin and we play super mario in the living room.  Then we went back into my uncle' pc room and my little cousin climbed up the dressing.  I asked him if he would like to sleep over but then my vision was like a dream.  It was blurring when i think of it.  My little cousin didn't want to sleep over so then i spent time on the pc with my uncle nnot knowing it would be their last.  I came home and stay up late knowing  everything will be alright.  Then 4 in the morning i was waken to be notify that my uncle's house caught on fire.  We all cried our tears out.  The saddest nthing was that their whole family passed away at such a early age.  
There were signs of disaeters waiting to happen and plus their house was quite creepy. Some say that they could heard foot stpes in the attic but not sure if it is true though.  After a year or so my grandma then started to cried for them and said things like he care and love them very much, but it was too late.  She should had love them when they were alive and not waited for them to died to have tears.  She went insane and started asking them to come eat foods that she set off outside of my uncle's home.  And so one day a little girl living downstair of them who has the power to see ghosts told my grandma that she should stop because she daw my dead uncle's family came to eat the food.  And so my grandma got scarede and she stooped and up till this year she was so afraid to be by herself.  My grandma is a strong lady.  When people left Vi Nai to come to america, she would walk through deserted towns to get water and she wasn't scared.  But now she was so afraid.  A sadnote is that in this world some people do not know what they have until it is gone forever.  We all love my uncle's family very much but for him he felt something different.  In my uncle's shoe i would felt the same thing too and after all these experience we the young have changed.  Sometimes, maybe for just 1day go spend time with your nloved ones because you will never know when they are gpoing to pass away.  There is an old saying.  Known how to live today, but never know what's gonna happen tommorow.  I hope we all will tell their mothers, fathers and family that bwe love them before we nevergot the chance to say good-bye.

nicely touch on that one
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 13, 2010, 01:49:30 AM
HunnayDew,
it was believe that my uncle's lonely heart cried for so long that my grandpa decided to come take him.  We tried everything to stop it but in the end, it was like a dream.  It happened so sudden and without a warning, the world is so unfair to mankind.  The good people died too young while the bads live too long.  Nothing last forever.  so to wrap it up, we all must cherish the moment and make good use of it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 15, 2010, 04:53:17 PM
wi_sweetguy, your story is very sad and touching.

anyways, so the other day the hubb,baby and i went to my moms house. my granny opened the door for us, so i hold the door opened for my hubb to come through with the baby, as i was closing the door to lock it my granny said to me in hmong " whoa! who just ran from the front door to the hall way mai!" and i said, " no one granny, i was just closing the door." she then say that she saw someone like me who ran pass her and my hubb into the hallway really fast, so she thought it was me until she looked up and i was still by the door, closing it. so i just reassure her that it was nothing..spook y though. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 15, 2010, 04:58:27 PM
so my daughter's crib is right next to the bathroom door, and there's an aluminum balloon we received from my SIL to congrats us on our baby and this balloon floats ontop of the crib next to the bathroom door..the baby was asleep in her crib, so as i was coming out of the bathroom i saw the balloon dipped down, kind of like when someone pulls on the string to make the ballon go down, so i was like "wtf?" my baby is only 2 months, and she was asleep so i know she didnt pull the darn string..i went to go look..and sure enough my baby was asleep on the far side of the crib away from the ballon and it's string..creepy, but i just let that slide.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on March 15, 2010, 06:20:47 PM
Wi_sweetguy ,
i finally took the time to read your story. very touching..
how did their house caught on fire?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: johndoe on March 18, 2010, 01:12:57 PM
spooky stuff guys.. the whole time i'm readin' these stories, i'm listenin' to the ghostbusters theme.. it helps.. keep them comin'..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WindComeWindBlow on March 19, 2010, 09:59:55 AM
Enelia's stories have been the best so far.  Gives me the creeps!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 22, 2010, 01:15:21 PM
yesterday i was at my aunty's hlu plig for her newborn daughter. My sister was sitting next to the sliding door that was opened because all the kids and adults would run back in forth from the backyard into the kitchen. Next to my sister was one of our grannies, she's reallly old with super white hair. My sis was holding my baby, looking around, having nothing better to do. She noticed that grandma was giggling, but she ignored it. then grandma asked her in hmong " do you see those kids running around outside?" and my sis looked out the sliding door and noticed some of our nieces and nephews running around the backyard. She answered grandma with a "yes i do" then grandma said "it's so funny, they are running from wall to wall." My sis looked out again but our nieces and nephews werent running from wall to wall.
 
Then grandma said " i've been seeing them for two months now. and they are hungry" then she giggled again. That's when my sis got creeped out, and she asked grandma " for two months?" and grandma said "yes, two months, they are really hungry." daymmmm..my sis was scared but then she got really sad because she noticed that wen the elderly starts seeing things that it must be  near their time to part from us. I guess grandma brought them to the hlu plig so they can eat?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 23, 2010, 03:11:42 PM
that's kind of scary. it just really got me blue ball. it was almost there, but not quite.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on March 23, 2010, 03:47:20 PM
Enelia's stories have been the best so far.  Gives me the creeps!


What page is her story?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on March 23, 2010, 10:21:18 PM
So on Sunday, my nephew fell asleep earlier than usual. Typcially, my brother and SIL would go to my sister's house late at night.
Since my nephew was sleeping, they left him in my bed. It was after 1 am, I just cracked the window open, and I slid into bed and my nephew was soundly asleep.
I tossed and turn, trying to get comfy and then my nephew woke up, frantically crying. I flashed my phone at him so he'll know that I'm
there with him. But he pushed pass my phone and curled up into my arm, still crying, covered his head with the blanket. I thought
he was just being needy so I didn't bother much to soothe him, rather, I sort of messed around with him mocking his cries. That just
agitated him and cried even harder and this time, his cry sound more serious, almost sad and scared. He even moved deeper in to
my arms, closer to me. Finally, I took him seriously and now asked him what was wrong but he didn't answer me and just kept on
crying. As I attempted to comfort him with my phone and iTouch, he carried on with his crying, moving closer and closer to me, nearly
pushing me off the edge. Then there it came, the window slammed shut leaving the thin Spring theme curtain gaping, opening a view
into the pitch black outside. That scared the both of us, my nephew's crying ceased instantly, and we both froze. I stared sternly
out that gaping curtain, with deep nervous breaths, as my nephew seemed to be frozen and breathing heavily under the blanket,
still curled in my arms. I stared and stared, preparing to catch a glimpse what may have been scaring my poor nephew.

I lied there, for what seems like the longest minute of my life until my sister broke that minute with, "How did Icon (our lab) get out
of his crate?" But that didn't relief me of my fear, I was still frozen. My sister then finally got out of bed and went to check on Icon
and he was out of his crate. He'd knocked the tub of lotion, I'd used to crack the window ajar, out of it's place, 'causing the window
to fall back down and the speed of the falling window caused a gush of wind that threw the curtain gaping.

*Phew*

I thought I was finally going to see a ghost! And my nephew was crying 'cause he was looking for his parents, not used to being
with his auntie late at night.

 ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 24, 2010, 02:15:13 PM
that story was on the verge of being sexual. so many innuendos. cell phone flashes, heavy breathing, loud windows BANGING, under the blanket, doggy style, crying and moaning...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kuvhlubkuv on March 25, 2010, 06:15:42 AM
bossymum - please don't post in here anymore.   No one wants to read your 50 million bs made up stories.

you seem to have so many stories....... ....... but they all read whack!

go post your stories in the creative writing section
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 25, 2010, 10:38:07 AM
bossymum - please don't post in here anymore.   No one wants to read your 50 million bs made up stories.

you seem to have so many stories....... ....... but they all read whack!

go post your stories in the creative writing section


hey now. i like to read her stories. they are like ghost stories from the ghetto hood. don't mind him bossy lady.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on March 25, 2010, 11:37:52 AM
that story was on the verge of being sexual. so many innuendos. cell phone flashes, heavy breathing, loud windows BANGING, under the blanket, doggy style, crying and moaning...

EWWWWW!! You nasty! That story was about my nephew, how dare you make such an association!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on March 25, 2010, 01:27:46 PM
Any stories from thailand or laos?
my mom told us this story a few times when we were younger as we were growing up time after time cause my older brother annd younger sisters and us would go out to the woods to build our club house........

When she was 8yrs old back in thailand her younger brothers and sisters had build a little hut with small tree trunks and leaves they would play all day until late in the evening. They would play house making mud pies and whatso for a few days.........

One morning when she thought she go alone and make a special extention to the play house to suprise her siblings she saw something sitting on top of the roof. As she walked closer she saw a little girl dangling her feet off the side of the roof and getting up and jumping on the roof to cave it in. She thought it was one of the village girls messing up their house. She yelled out, "What are you doing, you're messing up our house stop it". The little girl looked up at her smiled and disappeared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 25, 2010, 02:48:34 PM
my mom told us this story a few times when we were younger as we were growing up time after time cause my older brother annd younger sisters and us would go out to the woods to build our club house........

When she was 8yrs old back in thailand her younger brothers and sisters had build a little hut with small tree trunks and leaves they would play all day until late in the evening. They would play house making mud pies and whatso for a few days.........

One morning when she thought she go alone and make a special extention to the play house to suprise her siblings she saw something sitting on top of the roof. As she walked closer she saw a little girl dangling her feet off the side of the roof and getting up and jumping on the roof to cave it in. She thought it was one of the village girls messing up their house. She yelled out, "What are you doing, you're messing up our house stop it". The little girl looked up at her smiled and disappeared.
FREAKY
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on March 25, 2010, 02:50:04 PM
can muthaf*ckers PLEASE use paragraphs so it's easier on the eyes


i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read.

see wtf i mean?

LOL!

This cry for a change cannot go unnoticed.

 ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 25, 2010, 02:50:35 PM
that story was on the verge of being sexual. so many innuendos. cell phone flashes, heavy breathing, loud windows BANGING, under the blanket, doggy style, crying and moaning...
HAHAHA IT DID SOUND LIKE THAT HUH, REMOVE NEPHEW N INSERT S/O AND ITS A HORROR/PORN SCENE IN THE MAKING LOL
J/K
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on March 25, 2010, 02:54:51 PM
Ok, so here I was at work ...suddenly the phone rang and it was the home #.  I thought to myself, no one's home so who could be calling me?  I picked up and said, "Hello...."...all was quiet...no sound......I said, "Helloo..again. .." and a family member said, "Did you know where I left my cell phone..." ;D ;D ;D

Whew...all these ghost stories...can really stir the imaginations heeheh....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on March 25, 2010, 03:25:59 PM
Ok, so here I was at work ...suddenly the phone rang and it was the home #.  I thought to myself, no one's home so who could be calling me?  I picked up and said, "Hello...."...all was quiet...no sound......I said, "Helloo..again. .." and a family member said, "Did you know where I left my cell phone..." ;D ;D ;D

Whew...all these ghost stories...can really stir the imaginations heeheh....

 ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

Very funny!

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 28, 2010, 12:24:14 PM
my mom told us this story a few times when we were younger as we were growing up time after time cause my older brother annd younger sisters and us would go out to the woods to build our club house........

When she was 8yrs old back in thailand her younger brothers and sisters had build a little hut with small tree trunks and leaves they would play all day until late in the evening. They would play house making mud pies and whatso for a few days.........

One morning when she thought she go alone and make a special extention to the play house to suprise her siblings she saw something sitting on top of the roof. As she walked closer she saw a little girl dangling her feet off the side of the roof and getting up and jumping on the roof to cave it in. She thought it was one of the village girls messing up their house. She yelled out, "What are you doing, you're messing up our house stop it". The little girl looked up at her smiled and disappeared.



wow.... that's FREAKY!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 29, 2010, 01:15:55 PM
bossymum - please don't post in here anymore.   No one wants to read your 50 million bs made up stories.

you seem to have so many stories....... ....... but they all read whack!

go post your stories in the creative writing section

It's okay if you dislike what i write. the solution is easy, DON'T READ IT, SKIP IT TO THE NEXT STORY.  and as an FYI, my stories are not made up, even if it does seem boring to some people. And i seem to have so many stories? dont we all? LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: juxwendy on March 30, 2010, 12:30:02 PM
It's okay if you dislike what i write. the solution is easy, DON'T READ IT, SKIP IT TO THE NEXT STORY.  and as an FYI, my stories are not made up, even if it does seem boring to some people. And i seem to have so many stories? dont we all? LOL.

 ;D ;D ;D, you tell 'em BOSSYMUM! I agree with you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kali_gal on March 30, 2010, 03:25:59 PM
Here's my encounter with the paranormal.

One day, I was studying at the Fresno State Library (it was the time where they were renovating the building into its current state today and part of the building was blocked off).  I was in one of the halls in a cubicle studying when I decided to use the restroom.  The studying cubicle was on the second floor near the elevators.  The restrooms were located around the elevators.  I went to use the restroom and washed my hands.  Since I was the only one in the restroom, I decided to take a picture of me using my phone.  (I always carry my phone in my front right pocket on my pants.)  I held up my phone camera and took a picture of my reflection using the mirror in the restroom.  Then I went back to studying at my cubicle.  Since I was bored, I looked at the picture I took and OMG...I saw a white outline of a BIG skull in the picture next to me!!! This freaked me out!!!  Ever since then, I'm afraid to use the restrooms by the elevators.  I'll post up the picture in here when I have time.  


-Being a science major I tried to find an explanation about the skull image.  The next time I went into the same restroom, I looked at where the skull reflections was and deduced that it was just probably the glare from the things on the wall.   ;D ;D ;D  But man, it was freaky!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on March 30, 2010, 04:10:39 PM
(http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Cdqt7S49fHY/0.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kali_gal on March 30, 2010, 04:52:53 PM
LOL!  ;D  your story doesn't count!  ;D

Wait till you see the picture and then you can judge!  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on March 31, 2010, 08:42:57 AM
Here's my encounter with the paranormal.

One day, I was studying at the Fresno State Library (it was the time where they were renovating the building into its current state today and part of the building was blocked off).  I was in one of the halls in a cubicle studying when I decided to use the restroom.  The studying cubicle was on the second floor near the elevators.  The restrooms were located around the elevators.  I went to use the restroom and washed my hands.  Since I was the only one in the restroom, I decided to take a picture of me using my phone.  (I always carry my phone in my front right pocket on my pants.)  I held up my phone camera and took a picture of my reflection using the mirror in the restroom.  Then I went back to studying at my cubicle.  Since I was bored, I looked at the picture I took and OMG...I saw a white outline of a BIG skull in the picture next to me!!! This freaked me out!!!  Ever since then, I'm afraid to use the restrooms by the elevators.  I'll post up the picture in here when I have time. 


-Being a science major I tried to find an explanation about the skull image.  The next time I went into the same restroom, I looked at where the skull reflections was and deduced that it was just probably the glare from the things on the wall.   ;D ;D ;D  But man, it was freaky!!!

you're one of those vain girls we see on fb and myspace, who can't back it up but still tries right? lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kali_gal on March 31, 2010, 10:28:08 AM
you're one of those vain girls we see on fb and myspace, who can't back it up but still tries right? lol.


oib!!! It's a story to tell though.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on March 31, 2010, 10:56:28 AM
post pic
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kali_gal on March 31, 2010, 10:57:59 AM
post pic

I haven't been home to my computer for the last few days.   ::)

I've been sleeping over.....I'll get to it when ever I am home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on March 31, 2010, 11:25:07 AM
lies!! I want to see it NOW!!!  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kali_gal on March 31, 2010, 12:02:15 PM
lies!! I want to see it NOW!!!  ;)

Patience!  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 31, 2010, 03:28:56 PM
lifemystery that pic you post scared the freak out of my hubb one time. 2yrs ago i got the same pic sent to me on my phone, i decided to show him to see if he would freak out. He DID! i gave him the fone and told him to oopen the inbox, and right when he did...he yelled "FCUK!" and threw my phone across the room! i was like "wth is wrong with you!?" then he explained that when he was younger, he was playing by himself..when he looked up he saw a similar girl to the one in the pic, peeking at him from the hallway corner in hmong clothes, all bloody and scary.

so that pic still scare the daylight out of him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on March 31, 2010, 04:17:47 PM
Anyone from Stockton should know or be familiar with this story. It happened a few years ago or could be longer...but a girl hung herself and left behind her baby who was probably a year old, if not, younger at the time. After her death, her mom took care of her baby and there were times  the baby was sleeping in the room while the mom was out in the living room and the baby would cry, but by the time she gets to the room, the baby had stopped cyring. So one time when the baby cried, the mom decided to look inside the room...she slowly opened the door and peeked inside and saw that her daughter was sitting next to the baby. So she figured that's probably why the baby stops crying everytime she gets to the door.

Not sure why she had commited suicide, but not too long after she hung herself, her cousin also commited suicide, too. Funny thing is that we all knew each other...we were neighbors at one point, me and the girl that died. her cousin didn't live in the area, but used to come to her house because their dads are brothers.

The story I heard might be slightly different from the ones that were told to others. The cousin who also commited suicide was a guy and from what I was told, they said that he didn't like his lifestyle and that was the reason why he hung himself. But during his funeral, people said that the girl who initially hung herself had a younger sister who tried to overdose herself. Luckily, the family took her to the hospital in time and the doctors were able to save her. The family asked her why she overdosed herself...she said that she didn't want to take her own life, but her older sister made her do it, meaning the sister that had already died.

Anyhow, when the guy cousin hung himself...the week before his funeral, people came to the house and some were out in the garage playing card games and what not when they heard his voice yelling hysterically saying that he didn't want to die, but she made him do it. Everyone looked around dumbfoundedly, trying to figure out who, what, and where that voice came from. When all the sudden, one person ran into the house then everyone started running for the door.

I'm not sure if anyone else in the immediate family have died after him, but soon after the deaths of these two people, both families moved out. Another hmong family moved into one of the houses and their daughter also hung herself in the closet. This family had just came here from Thailand and knew nothing about the house or the previous tenants and suicides. It wasn't until their daughter also commited suicide, too, that they were finally being told about the two deaths that had happened before they moved into the house.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on March 31, 2010, 05:03:53 PM
omg that's crazy.. the baby story.. it's sad but scary at the same time.. i have touch a dead person's face.. it's cold like you siad.. but it sad too.

When my brother passed away...I held his hand and realized that mine was actually colder! It was raining really hard and the wind was blowing hard, so I went outside to make myself a cup of coffee...came back inside and went to the casket to feel him. That's when I reached in and held his hand. It was warmer than mine. I knew that he wasn't happy to leave.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on March 31, 2010, 05:07:11 PM
That's scary. I wonder why the first girl killed herself before.
that is scary.. i wonder that too. was she sad?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lovergirl on March 31, 2010, 07:54:28 PM
Anyone from Stockton should know or be familiar with this story. It happened a few years ago or could be longer...but a girl hung herself and left behind her baby who was probably a year old, if not, younger at the time. After her death, her mom took care of her baby and there were times  the baby was sleeping in the room while the mom was out in the living room and the baby would cry, but by the time she gets to the room, the baby had stopped cyring. So one time when the baby cried, the mom decided to look inside the room...she slowly opened the door and peeked inside and saw that her daughter was sitting next to the baby. So she figured that's probably why the baby stops crying everytime she gets to the door.

Not sure why she had commited suicide, but not too long after she hung herself, her cousin also commited suicide, too. Funny thing is that we all knew each other...we were neighbors at one point, me and the girl that died. her cousin didn't live in the area, but used to come to her house because their dads are brothers.

The story I heard might be slightly different from the ones that were told to others. The cousin who also commited suicide was a guy and from what I was told, they said that he didn't like his lifestyle and that was the reason why he hung himself. But during his funeral, people said that the girl who initially hung herself had a younger sister who tried to overdose herself. Luckily, the family took her to the hospital in time and the doctors were able to save her. The family asked her why she overdosed herself...she said that she didn't want to take her own life, but her older sister made her do it, meaning the sister that had already died.

Anyhow, when the guy cousin hung himself...the week before his funeral, people came to the house and some were out in the garage playing card games and what not when they heard his voice yelling hysterically saying that he didn't want to die, but she made him do it. Everyone looked around dumbfoundedly, trying to figure out who, what, and where that voice came from. When all the sudden, one person ran into the house then everyone started running for the door.

I'm not sure if anyone else in the immediate family have died after him, but soon after the deaths of these two people, both families moved out. Another hmong family moved into one of the houses and their daughter also hung herself in the closet. This family had just came here from Thailand and knew nothing about the house or the previous tenants and suicides. It wasn't until their daughter also commited suicide, too, that they were finally being told about the two deaths that had happened before they moved into the house.




Are you talking about the VANG family who lived on Kelly Drive  ???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on April 01, 2010, 02:01:14 AM
That's scary. I wonder why the first girl killed herself before.

I'm not sure why she commited suicide. She didn't leave a note or anything. Some people assumed that she wasn't happy because the baby's father didn't want to marry her, but others said that that wasn't the problem since she was already seeing someone else at the time of her death. So I really don't know the whole story behind it, but her family said that she seemed happy. Her boyfriend at the time came to see her that same day and a few hours later after he left, that's when she went and hung herself. Don't know what motivated her...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on April 01, 2010, 04:59:07 AM
This reminds me of a story my grandma told us while I was pregnant..
She said there was this one lady who wanted to have children soo bad but couldn̢۪t. her husband and her did everything to help her conceived like drinking those herbs drinks,medicine,the stomach rub..etc..but nothing worked..so one day they went to go see a shaman and ask the shaman to look why they couldn̢۪t bear any children..as the shaman looked he noticed the wife had done something bad when she was a kid and asked the wife what did she do..she say she remember when she was a kid and she was watching a chicken lay an egg..as the egg was coming out, she reached out and pushed the egg backup the chickens̢۪ butt..and the chicken then die..so the shaman said because she was cruel to the animal she was cursed to not have any children..so that̢۪s why you shouldn̢۪t do mean things to animals..


 :D :D that was funny story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on April 01, 2010, 05:44:19 AM
can muthaf*ckers PLEASE use paragraphs so it's easier on the eyes


i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read. i hate dumb stupid illiterate hmong people who type a whole story without a break because it is annoying because it's so busy on the eyes to read. for example like this if I kept typing like this over and over without starting a new line or a new paragraph, the whole sentence just becomes one stupid boring long ass shiz to read and there is no rest for the eyes or brains.  people who type stories like this should not reply to this thread in the first place. you piss me off.  seriously go back to school and learn english literacy because your creative writing skills already show how uneducated you are. i'm just going to keep typing random nonsense now so you will understand exactly how busy it is on the eyes to read.

see wtf i mean?

LOL  ;D AGREED!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 01, 2010, 11:17:57 AM
NtxheeYeesVaj that is a creepy story, maybe that place will be forever haunted by that girl. so sad, yet scary. it's like, whoever steps in that house, she takes them with her. kind of like the GRUDGE..died with anger and forever will she seek vengence. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on April 01, 2010, 07:27:42 PM
NtxheeYeesVaj that is a creepy story, maybe that place will be forever haunted by that girl. so sad, yet scary. it's like, whoever steps in that house, she takes them with her. kind of like the GRUDGE..died with anger and forever will she seek vengence. :o

Well, I heard that people who commit suicide can't reincarnate unless they find someone to replace them. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but that's what the elders usually say.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lovergirl on April 01, 2010, 08:19:58 PM
Anywase i know who you're talking about, I know the sisters , used to hang out with Lucy  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: courtney on April 02, 2010, 10:24:39 AM
Well, I heard that people who commit suicide can't reincarnate unless they find someone to replace them. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but that's what the elders usually say.

That's what I heard too...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WindComeWindBlow on April 02, 2010, 10:40:57 AM
What page is her story?

Just browse back a couple pages.  You'll see them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kali_gal on April 02, 2010, 03:44:53 PM
Re: Skull-like image in the picture

Here is a picture of what I took:

Before (minus heart)...Look at the right column.
-gone-


If you still can't see the skull, I have outlined it for you.
-gone-

Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me?  ???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 02, 2010, 04:08:02 PM
It's the lighting.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: courtney on April 02, 2010, 04:45:20 PM
I think it's the lighting too
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 02, 2010, 05:27:44 PM
Re: Skull-like image in the picture

Here is a picture of what I took:

Before (minus heart)...Look at the right column.
(http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c329/kali_gal/DSC00360-1.jpg)


If you still can't see the skull, I have outlined it for you.
(http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c329/kali_gal/DSC00360-1-1.jpg)

Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me?  ???
hey thats the mask from scary movie hahahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kali_gal on April 02, 2010, 10:22:34 PM
hey thats the mask from scary movie hahahaha

Yes it is!!!  So you guys/gals see it too?  ;D  Scared the heck out of me when I looked at the picture!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on April 03, 2010, 01:40:20 AM
Another event happened to my little sis one night.
Late one nite my little sis was on the laptop(myspacing) in the living room. During this time I used to go out a lot and stay out very late so she would always wait for me to come home (usually ranging from 12am-2am) so she can open the doors for me. Well, that night I wasn’t going to come home so I called her and told her not to wait for me. She was still myspacing when she noticed the coffee machine turned on and started to make coffee. In order to work the machine u need to push the “on†button, so she walks over to the darn thing and noticed that it was on but the plug wasn’t plugged in. She got scared but kept calm, she decided to ignore it and started to walk back to the laptop when the kitchen blinds flew off the window and hit the door leading into the garage. She just took one look at it and went into my bro’s room to stay wit him. I asked her if she was scared when all this happened and she replied that yes she was but she didn’t want to show w.e. it was that she was scare so she just calmly walked away. Wow, my little sis is one brave sucker, I would of jus ran.
 ;D


Dang that's crazy!  LOL I would of ran too.
I find myself a little braver now that I'm married and have two kids.  I never want to show them that I'm scared cause it might just make the situation worst if they know that their mommy is scared and might not protect them from whatever.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SHER on April 03, 2010, 06:54:01 AM
lifemystery that pic you post scared the freak out of my hubb one time. 2yrs ago i got the same pic sent to me on my phone, i decided to show him to see if he would freak out. He DID! i gave him the fone and told him to oopen the inbox, and right when he did...he yelled "FCUK!" and threw my phone across the room! i was like "wth is wrong with you!?" then he explained that when he was younger, he was playing by himself..when he looked up he saw a similar girl to the one in the pic, peeking at him from the hallway corner in hmong clothes, all bloody and scary.

so that pic still scare the daylight out of him.

same pix scared me too lol...I wasn't able to come back to this thread for like months and finally had the guts to come back the other day and read the rest of these scary stories.  Still trying to get the hubby look at the pix, but his ass won't look at it lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on April 04, 2010, 10:35:24 AM
lame as photo.. nothing scary there lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on April 07, 2010, 02:37:21 PM
 please dont comment if its bad just read

When i was younger back where i use to live in Ma, me and my friends were hanging out the last time before i moved. (their names were Suo and July) while we were at the bowling alley hanging out, suo suggested that we go play the ouiji board at my house. Its just a game right? Lol thats what me and my friends thought. Anyways when we got to my house, which we all suggested, the room temperature was normal at first but as soon as suo layed out the ouiji board everyone got the chills like you felt a presence somewhere in the room. I told them both to relax because my window was open anyways but i knew for a fact that my room never gets this chilly even if the window is open. Dont ask me why but i didnt want to kill it just yet. We continued to play for about 2 hours already and the spirits started to get serious without letting us saying good-bye and leave.Then July grew impatient and started to mock it and saying "your stupid...your a fake.. i dont believe in this bull sh!tty board!" as me and Suo just sat there stupidly laughing. Suddenly a piece of Julys hair strands raised up and then she quickly jumped cussing it out. The board spelt out on its...HAHAHA kuv nyiam koj repeatedly. (Lol July isn't hmong she's laotion btw, after we figured out this spirit was interested in July) It spelt out ...if you look into the mirror you can see me July. (the mirror was one of those vertical door hangers if you know what i mean) Suo thought it was foolish and stupid at the same time me and July were a bit crept out but Suo suprisingly volunteered to have a peek at this spirit. We told her no we dont want to see that thing. But she insisted and told us to cover our eyes then we finally agreed. All i remembered in that moment was ...Suo saying "Im not touching that board anymore!" right after that we all heard a males voice that sounded so far away like it was outside or somewhere under neath a blanket or in my closet, Freaking out, July and me fallowed by Suo got out of my room like nothing. We ran to the living and told my parents what happened. My father laughed at me told me why are you playing with that thing. He went in my room to look at the mirror but nothing was there. I told my dad that i wanted to sleep with them tonight not in this room after what i just heard but Suo convinced me that  since she has the board she told me that it will follow her not stay in my room. My father borned a incinse and chanted in hmong. I slept in there that night with my sister and nothing ever happened.
The next day i called Suo and she told the moment she looked she saw a decease very tall body in between me and July on hour knees with our eyes coverying our faces staring straight at her before she glanced away after we heard that noise...



(I use to work at a japanese restaurant)
One night just before my manager was closing, everyone had gone home already too, decided to use that one bathroom where that old lady died. While he was washing his hands he quickly saw a shadow dark figure dash to his left right behind him when he looked up. He ignored it and walked out closing the door then suddenly he heard an old lady moaning as if her back ache. He ran towards his office which is like two doors down to get his stuff and lock the front doors. But someone appeared at the front entrance. Relief at the fact that someone was here also he went to the front entrance not only to tell her we are close but for comfort also. As soon as he got there that person was gone. He swore that he just saw a person right there waiting. This scared him the second time when he went back to go check and see if there really was a person there. He got in his office grabbed his keys to lock the front entrance, glance one more time in the security cameras and saw that person again. This time he saw clearly that it was a old lady. She turned slowly and my manager said he that her eye sockets were empty with no eyes. He ran out the back Exit door leaving the front entrance unlocked for the night.




My friend told me a story about this one one hmong guy named Jimmy who had a terrifying experience on the highway.
Jimmy goes to OSU and made friends with Jack and they are both roommates. (jack is american btw)
When winter break was over Jimmy arrived in his dorm room at around 5:32 pm. Jimmy thought Jack would have been in their dorm room by now but simply thought he maybe in delay or something. He started to unpack and organize his stuff, afterwords he got tired and took a shower. By 8:30ish he was dressing and heading into the kitchen to whip up a burrito or two before calling it a night. Jimmy looked up and saw Jack, he was so paled with all black and blue dead skins and hallow eyes. Jack was gone in one blink of an eye. He was scared out of his wits and quickly go in his car to go stay at one of his buddies house a few miles away. Right before Jimmy got on the highway he stopped at the red light and thought maybe hes just being foolish and imagining his friend dead. Jimmy was about to make a U-turn when turned his head to look out for other cars behind him and infront. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees someone running in the middle of the road at night behind him. He looked again as the image appeared clearer as Jack. He Shot out an O-Sh!t and quickly sped for the highway regardless the red traffic lights without looking behind. Just about entering the highway, he freaked out and went quickly to 90 mph when he heard a knock.. knock..on his side of the window. The knocks got sharper and more agitating when he finally could not resist and turn to look on his side of the window. With just one quick tap look his buddy was running right beside him with his face smiling at Jimmy. Jimmy turned away closing his eyes and screamed while slamming on his break almost skidding off the curb to a dead drop 17 ft.
They gave him a ritual and told Jimmy that Jack just wanted to say goodbye and tell him that hes been a really good friend that s why he was chasing him and would not stop in order to go on to the next life. 

post later...pce out and god-bliss  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on April 07, 2010, 04:06:02 PM
that old lady died a decade ago, true story no lie hehe, she died in her very own home, once built in that very area long ago before people started to renovate and lease that place...that bathroom although was kept as it was originally untill a couple of months ago my boss call in some people to make it look nicer and cleaner..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on April 07, 2010, 04:10:24 PM
she was very ill one day and and went to go wash her face in her bathroom right then she past away people claimed that she also had a very poor eye sight iono if people dicovered her body with or without her eyes or not...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on April 08, 2010, 03:35:08 AM
Back in Laos, my uncle went to this guy's funeral which was in the deceased's house. Well he was the drum player so while everyone else was on the floor praying with their incense, he was the only one standing up and he had a clear view of the dead. Since the dead body had been around for a few days, there was obviously an abundance of flies.

Well he saw one of the fly land on the dead guy's head. The fly then walked over to the dead guy's eye lid and he saw the dead person flinch. Ofcourse he was scared as heck cause he was the only one who witnessed it and running away while in the middle of drumming is a big chicken shit disrespect. So he just told himself it wasn't real and continued drumming.

For some reason he just had to look at the body again because his mind was messing with him to confirm if it was real or not. So he looks over at the body again while he's drumming. Yet another fly landed on the dead guy's face and when the fly walked over the guy's eye, his whole eye brows twitched. It scared the fukc out of my uncle so he just dropped the drum sticks and ran past everyone that was praying. To his surprise, a few other scared youngsters ran out with him. So the OG's came out to ask what happened and he just kept yelling, "Dead guy blinked, dead guy blinked". So they had to send him home and find another drummer. They jingle belled for him and that's when the story ends, just like any other Hmong story. My grammar may not be the best, but it sure is better than some of the stuff that I read on this thread lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on April 08, 2010, 11:59:43 AM
I thought drummers and those qing peeps are not suppose to look at the dead when they're playing with the instruments
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on April 08, 2010, 01:42:23 PM
My mom became a shaman last year...Right after that, she would dream of my cousin who had deceased for about 5 years now... she would cry to my mom and say she's being punished by the "sue ka" (That thing that shamans hang on their wall with the chicken feathers and paper.)  She warned my uncle them that their daughter wasn't happy, but they didn't listen.  Around that same time, my uncle's kids would experience strange phenomenons around their house.  Once, my cousin See was in bed talking on the phone, when all of a sudden she saw a dark figure run by her bed and underneath.  She got really scared and ran outside.  Her younger brother, Chameng keeps hearing heavy breathing near him when he sleeps.  The oldest brother who has a wife and two kids, keeps having bad dreams.  The brother's oldest two year old daughter, would get up in the middle of the night and run outside of the bedroom, giggling and playing with someone.   FInally, my Uncle got worried and decided to ua neeg for the family.

They decided to invite my mom's sifu to perform the ritual.  My mom's sifu asked her to go watch and learn.  The thing about my mom is, her dag neeg not only allows her to do the ua neeg stuff, but also allows her to talk to the dead, and sometimes the dead can even talk through her.  Well, while her sifu was performing, all of a sudden my mom just closes her eyes, and groans.  My sisters and I were there, so we became afraid, and didn't understand what was happening.  I asked my mom what was wrong, and she just shook her head, and said she wanted some rest.

Thus, we took her to sleep in See's room.  I was worried about my mom, so me and my sister sat on the ground at the foot of the bed where my mom was laying down, and played cards.  We were laughing and talking, when all of a sudden my mom wakes up, with eyes closed shut, but tearns streaming down her face.  I could feel the atmosphere change... the room was very cold now.  Then my mom spoke and said, "Go tell my mom to come here."

At that moment, I knew my mom was no longer here, and whoever was here was most likely my decease cousin.  I ran quickly out the room, gathered her family into the room with my mom... My mom (deceased cousin) cried and cried and told my aunty how much she loved her, and how she would always go with her to work, and make sure she comes home safely.  She also said that she didn't mean to scare her siblings, but only wanted them to know she love and miss them.  Then she turned to her dad and yelled at him, saying its his fault she died, and he better love her mom and siblings... She kept crying, and everyone was becoming afriad, so my mom's sifu stopped her ceremony to try to get my deceased cousin out of my mom.... The sifu finally sent her spirit away... after that, my mom slumped down and passed out for about a good two hours or so...

Ever since then, my mom tries really hard to not let anyone take control of her body anymore... because they say its not good to let the dead do that to the living...

About three weeks ago, my grandfather passed... At the funeral home, my mom's face became pale and she was groaning the way she did at my cousin's house.  She walked out of the funeral home... later on she told us that grandpa wanted to speak to us, but she didn't want to let him because everyone would be afraid.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: koDak_moments on April 08, 2010, 02:51:08 PM
Lady Fallin...it was probably a conspiracy between your mom and her SIFU to mess with your uncle and his family.  Tell me something, did your mom and her SIFU get paid at the end of the ceremony? lolz
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on April 08, 2010, 03:07:25 PM
lady_fallin,
I totally believed in what you wrote.  I also have people who have experienced all of those that you explained.  In this world, we come in contact with the death all the time.  Sometimes we the living wants to say good-bye to our love one who had passed away without us saying we love or by saying good-bye to them.  So sometimes it's the other way around and they are able to come and tell us they love us and say good-bye.  It's a sad thing to lose someone who is everything to you, but that is how life is.  In this world, a person is only humane when they cried and have experience the sadness when they lose someone special.  Noone will know this pain unless you have been hit with it. A sad loss but we will continue to live on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 08, 2010, 03:36:05 PM
lady_fallin,

how did your cousin die? if you don't mind sharing with us.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on April 08, 2010, 03:48:04 PM
reminds me of the movie "GHOST"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on April 08, 2010, 11:50:44 PM
Lady Fallin...it was probably a conspiracy between your mom and her SIFU to mess with your uncle and his family.  Tell me something, did your mom and her SIFU get paid at the end of the ceremony? lolz

:) You don't know what sort of person my mother is... Or how much she have changed... You weren't there... *sigh Sometimes I doubt it, too.. and how I wish things are back to normal...  8)

But it won't be... and that's just the mysteries of life.

But I wouldn't respect any shaman who abuse the power of helping others... 8)


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on April 08, 2010, 11:55:17 PM
lady_fallin,

how did your cousin die? if you don't mind sharing with us.

She was a beautiful young lady... healthy, a bit on the skinny side.  But the story goes that one day in the winter time, she was walking to catch the city bus, and slipped on ice.  I think she was knocked out for few minutes.  After that, weird things started happening to her... she got sick... we took her to the doctor... they said it's ulcer.  They tried to cure it...but it was too late... her body was failing... she passed... *sigh.

The ulcer must have been really bad for her to pass from it... Anyways, weeks before she passed, I remember she told us a dream she had... two angels came and wanted her to go with them... I think we should have figured it was her time... but gosh, she was so young... so much to live for.   :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on April 08, 2010, 11:58:28 PM
lady_fallin,
I totally believed in what you wrote.  I also have people who have experienced all of those that you explained.  In this world, we come in contact with the death all the time.  Sometimes we the living wants to say good-bye to our love one who had passed away without us saying we love or by saying good-bye to them.  So sometimes it's the other way around and they are able to come and tell us they love us and say good-bye.  It's a sad thing to lose someone who is everything to you, but that is how life is.  In this world, a person is only humane when they cried and have experience the sadness when they lose someone special.  Noone will know this pain unless you have been hit with it. A sad loss but we will continue to live on.

I use to never believe these things... science was the rule... But now I question how much science knows and will ever know... It doesn't make sense to me, but I suppose these things need not make sense, do they?  And yes... continuing is all we can do.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on April 09, 2010, 01:36:32 AM
She was a beautiful young lady... healthy, a bit on the skinny side.  But the story goes that one day in the winter time, she was walking to catch the city bus, and slipped on ice.  I think she was knocked out for few minutes.  After that, weird things started happening to her... she got sick... we took her to the doctor... they said it's ulcer.  They tried to cure it...but it was too late... her body was failing... she passed... *sigh.

The ulcer must have been really bad for her to pass from it... Anyways, weeks before she passed, I remember she told us a dream she had... two angels came and wanted her to go with them... I think we should have figured it was her time... but gosh, she was so young... so much to live for.   :)


So why did she blame her father for her death?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 09, 2010, 01:37:14 PM
She was a beautiful young lady... healthy, a bit on the skinny side.  But the story goes that one day in the winter time, she was walking to catch the city bus, and slipped on ice.  I think she was knocked out for few minutes.  After that, weird things started happening to her... she got sick... we took her to the doctor... they said it's ulcer.  They tried to cure it...but it was too late... her body was failing... she passed... *sigh.

The ulcer must have been really bad for her to pass from it... Anyways, weeks before she passed, I remember she told us a dream she had... two angels came and wanted her to go with them... I think we should have figured it was her time... but gosh, she was so young... so much to live for.   :)


yea and how is this her dad's fault?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 09, 2010, 01:37:43 PM
yea sounds fake to me. gibberish.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on April 09, 2010, 03:10:26 PM
yea sounds fake to me. gibberish.
it's fake b/c you weren't there..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: alwayssmile on April 10, 2010, 02:30:30 PM
My mom became a shaman last year...Right after that, she would dream of my cousin who had deceased for about 5 years now... she would cry to my mom and say she's being punished by the "sue ka" (That thing that shamans hang on their wall with the chicken feathers and paper.)  She warned my uncle them that their daughter wasn't happy, but they didn't listen.  Around that same time, my uncle's kids would experience strange phenomenons around their house.  Once, my cousin See was in bed talking on the phone, when all of a sudden she saw a dark figure run by her bed and underneath.  She got really scared and ran outside.  Her younger brother, Chameng keeps hearing heavy breathing near him when he sleeps.  The oldest brother who has a wife and two kids, keeps having bad dreams.  The brother's oldest two year old daughter, would get up in the middle of the night and run outside of the bedroom, giggling and playing with someone.   FInally, my Uncle got worried and decided to ua neeg for the family.

They decided to invite my mom's sifu to perform the ritual.  My mom's sifu asked her to go watch and learn.  The thing about my mom is, her dag neeg not only allows her to do the ua neeg stuff, but also allows her to talk to the dead, and sometimes the dead can even talk through her.  Well, while her sifu was performing, all of a sudden my mom just closes her eyes, and groans.  My sisters and I were there, so we became afraid, and didn't understand what was happening.  I asked my mom what was wrong, and she just shook her head, and said she wanted some rest.

Thus, we took her to sleep in See's room.  I was worried about my mom, so me and my sister sat on the ground at the foot of the bed where my mom was laying down, and played cards.  We were laughing and talking, when all of a sudden my mom wakes up, with eyes closed shut, but tearns streaming down her face.  I could feel the atmosphere change... the room was very cold now.  Then my mom spoke and said, "Go tell my mom to come here."

At that moment, I knew my mom was no longer here, and whoever was here was most likely my decease cousin.  I ran quickly out the room, gathered her family into the room with my mom... My mom (deceased cousin) cried and cried and told my aunty how much she loved her, and how she would always go with her to work, and make sure she comes home safely.  She also said that she didn't mean to scare her siblings, but only wanted them to know she love and miss them.  Then she turned to her dad and yelled at him, saying its his fault she died, and he better love her mom and siblings... She kept crying, and everyone was becoming afriad, so my mom's sifu stopped her ceremony to try to get my deceased cousin out of my mom.... The sifu finally sent her spirit away... after that, my mom slumped down and passed out for about a good two hours or so...

Ever since then, my mom tries really hard to not let anyone take control of her body anymore... because they say its not good to let the dead do that to the living...

About three weeks ago, my grandfather passed... At the funeral home, my mom's face became pale and she was groaning the way she did at my cousin's house.  She walked out of the funeral home... later on she told us that grandpa wanted to speak to us, but she didn't want to let him because everyone would be afraid.

it's a sad story.. few days after my husband past away.. he came to his cousin's wife who use to  ua neeg before she got married to tell me and his family something. right before that happen, he turned into a black cat and ran around his car, chase his cousins and brothers around, and also tapped his brother-in-law back. the night after that, he went to his cousin's wife kicking her and jumping on her all night long. finally she came over and told us what he wanted to say. this is what he wanted to say  me "i always have loved you. i'm no longer living in this world. It's up to you if you want to stay or go back and live with your parents. if you do stay and take care of my parents, i'm happy and thank you. you still have a longer life to live. move on and start a new life. i will always be there for you. and you know what to expect for me (eat and sleep)." and his last word that i will always remember was "i love you long time."

a month later before i came and visit parents, i woke up in the middle of the night and smelled this bad warm breath near me. i was to tired so i didn't care at all. i told my MIL and my mom, they said it's probably your husband. and my sister trying to scary me. but what i don't get is after i told that to my sister-in-law(my husband sister) she got scared and told me why did i brought it up 'cause just a few days left and i'm leaving. and she also told me to pack his clothes and stuff up before i leave to go and visit my family. is it because she done something wrong? don't know why, but i'm pretty sure she done something she wasn't suppose to do...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 12, 2010, 10:07:27 AM
it's a sad story.. few days after my husband past away.. he came to his cousin's wife who use to  ua neeg before she got married to tell me and his family something. right before that happen, he turned into a black cat and ran around his car, chase his cousins and brothers around, and also tapped his brother-in-law back. the night after that, he went to his cousin's wife kicking her and jumping on her all night long. finally she came over and told us what he wanted to say. this is what he wanted to say  me "i always have loved you. i'm no longer living in this world. It's up to you if you want to stay or go back and live with your parents. if you do stay and take care of my parents, i'm happy and thank you. you still have a longer life to live. move on and start a new life. i will always be there for you. and you know what to expect for me (eat and sleep)." and his last word that i will always remember was "i love you long time."

a month later before i came and visit parents, i woke up in the middle of the night and smelled this bad warm breath near me. i was to tired so i didn't care at all. i told my MIL and my mom, they said it's probably your husband. and my sister trying to scary me. but what i don't get is after i told that to my sister-in-law(my husband sister) she got scared and told me why did i brought it up 'cause just a few days left and i'm leaving. and she also told me to pack his clothes and stuff up before i leave to go and visit my family. is it because she done something wrong? don't know why, but i'm pretty sure she done something she wasn't suppose to do...

Sorry for your loss.  How did your husband die? If you don't mind sharing.  That must be heartbreaking to have lost a loved one.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: alwayssmile on April 12, 2010, 02:13:19 PM
Sorry for your loss.  How did your husband die? If you don't mind sharing.  That must be heartbreaking to have lost a loved one.

my husband got shot by one of the guest that was at his brother's girlfriend birthday party. until this day, i don't understand why it happen? I know that he's in a better place now and he's watching over me so nothing bad can happen.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 12, 2010, 02:35:14 PM
I found this from another site which gave me the chills


Alright true story here and I saw it with my own eyes... hell, I TOUCHED it..

My grandfather's brother passed away about 7 years ago and we've been visiting his grave every year ever since.
In 2004, his wife remarried to another man and there was a HUGE family dispute. Her children wouldn't let her remarry because they didn't want to betray their father, however the other family said that it was her decision and not that of her children. So after a while, the children gave up and the wife remarried. It was also around the time of the anniversary of her husband's death so my dad and I paid a visit to his grave. My dad opened up a can of soda and placed it on the grave and I placed a few oranges down. We then burned some incense and knelt down and bowed and stuff. But then, all of a sudden, we noticed that the can of soda was BOILING!! No it wasn't fizzing, because I FELT IT WITH MY HANDS and it was hot to the touch. The soda was boiling and it spilled over the grave and some got on the oranges.

My dad cried right there and then. He said this and I remembered it to this day "Thov txhob npau taws rau koj cov me nyuam vim tias niam tij mus yuav luag lwm tus lawm. Koj cov me nyuam tseem yog koj roj koj ntshav, es thov koj tseg kiag koj txoj kev npau taws. Peb yeej hlub koj thiab niam tij kawg, tiam sis nws tsuas yog mus yuav lwm haiv hmoob lawm xwb, es peb thiaj li ua tsis tau dab tsi."

Right after that the soda stopped boiling and me and my dad were just standing there looking at the gravestone. After 2 minutes or so, the creepiest thing happened....

There was no wind, no breeze, absolutely nothing. The can tipped over by itself and 3 oranges rolled off the gravestone. Now the gravestone was perfectly horizontal and wasn't tilted anywhere, so there was no way the oranges could've rolled off by themselves. The soda can that was tipped over spilled more soda over the gravestone as my dad and I just stood there and watched.

And then, it hit me...... the soda spilled everywhere on the grave, except the picture of my uncle which was embedded into the gravestone. I looked at the picture and I could eerily feel his eyes staring straight at me.

We went home and told his children about it. They cried. Yea, it was pretty damn emotional and everything. Then 3 months later the wife died in her sleep.

At the funeral, my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges I put on the husband's grave. I said that I put about 5 oranges down on his grave. Then my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges rolled off his grave. I said three. My dad said that the husband came and got the wife, because THREE months after our little encounter, she died...

We had to do hu plig for me and my dad afterwards... I don't think I'll ever forget that in my whole life.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 12, 2010, 02:36:30 PM
my husband got shot by one of the guest that was at his brother's girlfriend birthday party. until this day, i don't understand why it happen? I know that he's in a better place now and he's watching over me so nothing bad can happen.

aww...tears  :'(
I don't know if I can even live without having my husband next to me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 12, 2010, 03:15:22 PM
alwayssmile i am very sorry for your loss. Be grateful that he has come to tell you his last goodbyes and a good farewell.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on April 12, 2010, 03:17:35 PM
aww...tears  :'(
I don't know if I can even live without having my husband next to me.
same here.. it would be very hard.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on April 12, 2010, 03:49:05 PM
Alright, I guess I'll contribute a few more stories in this thread too.  It not really scare but just weird and freaky.
 

1.   This happen to me last year while we(me, my dad,cousin, older brother, and uncle) was dear hunting in Wisconsin northern of wausau to almost near eau clair.  It was my first time in the wood by myself and finally hunting.  It was around 4 in the morning when we got to the deer hunting place and so we all were to find our spot in the wild.  Since i was a bit of a chicken i took the gps with me to find my route and get back to the car.  As we i got to my place i notice someone was shining the light in my direction.  Well i thought it must have been another hunter signaling me that hes down there. It didn't stop signaling and i signal back with my light to let it know am up here.  Well as i was doing that the light got closer towards me and i can feel the wind picking up speed and branches falling.  Scare the fwuk out of me and i climbed up the tree(because i had sucked at climbing a tree stand) I was on the ground.  I wasn't that scare now since i was 4-5 feet off the ground and had a semi-308 with me.  Nothing happen the light flash like 3 more times then disappear.  It was afternoon and we meet again for lunch and set out until dark to get back to car.  I set out to a new place in the wild, I was setting on this fallen tree and had notice a person in the distant with some black clothes looking at me.  I was like wtf this dude is trying to get killed not wearing some orange clothes.  LoL it was my cousin(hes and og and experience hunter) he was running crazy towards me and got me scare.  He was like some white dudes trying to kill him.  Then hes like he hid him behind the tree hiding to get us.  I was like wtf I don't see anything.  It was already 4:00pm and here gets dark at 4:15pm and i told him to follow me to the car.  We started to walk back and was 100 yard away from my spot i saw a dove there.  I tried to shoot it and had got good aim on the body, shoot like 6 times and missed all.  It kinda creeps me out because I was like wtf how can i miss shet.  My cousin was like wtf did you try to shoot the white guy, I was like dude its a dove.  I looked again and that dove was still walking around and turned its head towards us and i can feel the hair on my neck tickling.  I was like fuwk run to the car.  When we got to the car it was like 4:40 and my dad was like was it us who was shooting.  I told him I was target practicing and later when we got home after the trip I told my dad.  My dad just told me i was just tired from waking up so early to go and get to the hunting place that i see the light and stuff. But freaky as h3ll I stop letting my cousin tag along, he's too crazy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 12, 2010, 04:36:40 PM
last year, me, my mom,dad,husband and little bro woke up at 5am to go fishing. We've arrived at our destination,helped gather all the gear and was about to go find a good spot to fish. My little brother was still tire so he told us to go ahead and he'll come find us after he sleeps in a little. Within 30 mins. he came to where we were fishing. He came and sat next to me and told me that right after we left the car, he felt the car shaking violently from side to side, as if someone was pushing it on it's side so the car would rock. He was scared as hell and came to find us. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 12, 2010, 04:40:41 PM
hmoobcola your story reminds me of this other hungting story.

my sis's bf told me that when he went hungting, he was wondering the woods by himself. he started to hear foot steps behind him, he would look back but saw no one. he keeps walking all the while listening to these foot steps, he started to run. Then, he came to a tree that he remember because it was really big, then he calls his dad on the walky-talky and went  to him. i dont know if i can even go hunting with the fam bam, im such a scardy cat. i get all paranoid at every weird sounds.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 13, 2010, 03:42:10 PM
I found this from another site which gave me the chills


Alright true story here and I saw it with my own eyes... hell, I TOUCHED it..

My grandfather's brother passed away about 7 years ago and we've been visiting his grave every year ever since.
In 2004, his wife remarried to another man and there was a HUGE family dispute. Her children wouldn't let her remarry because they didn't want to betray their father, however the other family said that it was her decision and not that of her children. So after a while, the children gave up and the wife remarried. It was also around the time of the anniversary of her husband's death so my dad and I paid a visit to his grave. My dad opened up a can of soda and placed it on the grave and I placed a few oranges down. We then burned some incense and knelt down and bowed and stuff. But then, all of a sudden, we noticed that the can of soda was BOILING!! No it wasn't fizzing, because I FELT IT WITH MY HANDS and it was hot to the touch. The soda was boiling and it spilled over the grave and some got on the oranges.

My dad cried right there and then. He said this and I remembered it to this day "Thov txhob npau taws rau koj cov me nyuam vim tias niam tij mus yuav luag lwm tus lawm. Koj cov me nyuam tseem yog koj roj koj ntshav, es thov koj tseg kiag koj txoj kev npau taws. Peb yeej hlub koj thiab niam tij kawg, tiam sis nws tsuas yog mus yuav lwm haiv hmoob lawm xwb, es peb thiaj li ua tsis tau dab tsi."

Right after that the soda stopped boiling and me and my dad were just standing there looking at the gravestone. After 2 minutes or so, the creepiest thing happened....

There was no wind, no breeze, absolutely nothing. The can tipped over by itself and 3 oranges rolled off the gravestone. Now the gravestone was perfectly horizontal and wasn't tilted anywhere, so there was no way the oranges could've rolled off by themselves. The soda can that was tipped over spilled more soda over the gravestone as my dad and I just stood there and watched.

And then, it hit me...... the soda spilled everywhere on the grave, except the picture of my uncle which was embedded into the gravestone. I looked at the picture and I could eerily feel his eyes staring straight at me.

We went home and told his children about it. They cried. Yea, it was pretty damn emotional and everything. Then 3 months later the wife died in her sleep.

At the funeral, my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges I put on the husband's grave. I said that I put about 5 oranges down on his grave. Then my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges rolled off his grave. I said three. My dad said that the husband came and got the wife, because THREE months after our little encounter, she died...

We had to do hu plig for me and my dad afterwards... I don't think I'll ever forget that in my whole life.

oh butterfly lovers was my favorite movie.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 13, 2010, 03:43:17 PM
it's fake b/c you weren't there..

yea still doesn't explain how it was his fault.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on April 13, 2010, 04:50:27 PM
wow... i guess the ghost girl only wants the cousin to see her.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on April 13, 2010, 04:53:39 PM
some says maybe the ghost girl was jelouse of the other cousin.
why would she be jealous?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 13, 2010, 04:54:50 PM
Go post it on here

http://www.pebhmong.com/forum/index.php/topic,64715.1800.html
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on April 13, 2010, 05:01:59 PM
yea still doesn't explain how it was his fault.
well, maybe you should ask the writer. instead of assuming it's FAKE!
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: zena on April 13, 2010, 07:12:02 PM
Awhile back and late at night (like 1am), i saw a white kitten cross in front of me while I came upon an intersection that was lit by the street light.  There was no stop sign but I slowed down and watched it cross until it got near the sidewalk.  Then as I picked up speed, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw it lying by the sidewalk next to a pepsi can and a trash bag.  About 10 minutes later, I went back with my then boyfriend (now husband) to make sure the kitty was okay but nothing was there.  No kitty, no pepsi can, no trash bag.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Mrs.Vang on April 13, 2010, 07:16:28 PM
Wow... I love ghost stories!  Please do share some more...
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: cali_lady on April 13, 2010, 09:28:07 PM
my mil saw some thing strange following them on the side of the mirror driving on hwy 1 coming back from Fresno...

it was early on in the morning when that thing just all of a sudden appeared...on that certain hwy in that specific area, there was a major car crash involving a woman and her child...every so often, people will see someone strange on the side of the road walking like she's looking for someone... :o :o :o

okay...getting the chills...i'll stop now...but whenever we do go visit my inlaws, my eyes are always close and make my husband drive instead...
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: MsX on April 13, 2010, 10:28:32 PM
I heard over the weekend. One of my cousin's daughter seeing a little girl in blue playing with them or in the same bedroom with them every time she go visit one of her cousin at her age. But the little girl that she go visit never experience seeing the ghost girl in blue when she's home but every time when the other girl go sleep over and play with her cousin she always sees the little girl in blue. She can describe exactly how the little girl looks like.

I’ll share some more when I hear more on this….


I felt goosebumps while reading this...scary tiag!
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Peaches on April 13, 2010, 11:54:48 PM
it was a couple of years ago when my mom worked at a wholesale florist place on the boarder of mpls. and st. paul.
it wasn't until 1AM that she got off. while driving home, she saw someone or something in a white night gown crossing the street just as she was crossing the intersection. once my mom passed, she looked in a rear view mirror and saw nothing. she then remembered that she was driving next to a cemetery, she stepped on the gas and she called my dad to be outside waiting for her when she got home  ;D
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on April 14, 2010, 12:00:46 AM
went out to dinner this past weekend w/ some of the girls. one of my niece got a phone call from her husband that her 5 yr old son saw a black "thing" w/ red eyes outside in the front yard and it didn't have any arms or legs.  she called back to check up on him and no one was able to find him. finally they found him...he had locked himself up in the bathroom, poor thing!  the house her little boy was at is somewhat haunted b/c the Hmong people who use to live there are shamans. I've heard of weird things happening there too  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sylliye on April 14, 2010, 07:56:49 AM
This is a story that happened to my husband’s younger brother (Thomas) years ago. As you all know Hmong ppl have a gazillion ppl living under one roof. lol. At that time Thomas and another BIL and an uncle slept in the living room. Thomas slept on the sofas (he combined/closed in the love seat with the long one). Where he slept makes the kitchen area visible to him and the door to the garage faces directly at him. FYI- the light switch for the kitchen is next to the garage door.

One night when everyone was asleep, Thomas was awaken by a startling creaking noise, as if it was coming from the garage door. Scared as *uck, his heart beat started racing and he just listened quietly to see if something else was going to happen. Sure enough, the garage door started to open slowly and his body started to become numb.

A very dark distorted shadow/figure twirled and drifted towards him. The closer it came the bigger the shadow became. He did not know what to do since this was the first time he experienced anything like this so he stayed quiet and just kept looking @ the shadow. Then it happened. The dark figure started jumping on the sofa near my BIL’s feet.  Trembling with fear, my BIL’s whole body became paralyzed. He couldn’t breathe or move. After a few seconds of struggling the shadow/figure vanished and my BIL relieved, just shut his eyes and fell back to sleep.

The next morning when everyone was awake, he told us about it. He was scared as h3ll and he never imagined that something like that would happen to him. He have only heard about these tsog stories, but never experienced it.

Then my husband came out laughing and said, “I was the shadow you saw last night. I came to get a bottle for my son and you’re a$$ was snoring so freaken loud, after I turned off the light switch, I climbed onto the sofa and pinched your nose for a few seconds so that you’d stop snoring.â€

LOL, it was hilarious, but I’m sure Thomas was horrified. So this whole time Thomas was just imagining it? Hmmm idk… What I believe is that he was in the state of sleep paralysis…and so he felt numb and didn’t have control over his body. But what doesn’t make sense is, why is if this is the real explanation, then how come sleep paralysis always make our minds have illusions of scary stuff? Maybe the tsog or that shadow/figure and my husband were both fooling with him at the same time….
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 09:23:12 AM
went out to dinner this past weekend w/ some of the girls. one of my niece got a phone call from her husband that her 5 yr old son saw a black "thing" w/ red eyes outside in the front yard and it didn't have any arms or legs.  she called back to check up on him and no one was able to find him. finally they found him...he had locked himself up in the bathroom, poor thing!  the house her little boy was at is somewhat haunted b/c the Hmong people who use to live there are shamans. I've heard of weird things happening there too  :o

so just because people who practice shamanism used to live there that made the house haunted?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 09:33:21 AM
my daughter had a "friend" that always played with her when me and my ex were still married. she just barely learned how to talk but being her mother I understood her every move and every word that she squeezed out.
one evening after work, I felt this weird sensation up my back as I was laying down. my daugter was sleeping in the other room.. right when I felt that weird tingling feeling go up my back I heard my daughter screaming and crying. I was terrified but I couldn't move.  my ex was sleeping in the living room. 
I was trying to get up. sweating all over and after about a minute of that.. I finally got out of it and ran to my daugter. screaming ad yelling at my ex, I got to the room and there was a cat in the room. I had no clue how it got there but I grabbed my daugter and as I turned around to see where the cat was, it was gone. it just disappeared. I ran to the living with my daughter in my chest. the ex wasn't there, it was like he disappeared too. I called him and he said.." I'm still working. what happened?".. goodness I never stayed alone in that house ever again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on April 14, 2010, 09:49:22 AM
my husband got shot by one of the guest that was at his brother's girlfriend birthday party. until this day, i don't understand why it happen? I know that he's in a better place now and he's watching over me so nothing bad can happen.

A sad loss.  But like Tupac said " Life goes on" need someone to talk because of problems then pm me.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 09:53:41 AM
wow.. no one wants to share..
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 09:56:05 AM
my daughter had a "friend" that always played with her when me and my ex were still married. she just barely learned how to talk but being her mother I understood her every move and every word that she squeezed out.
one evening after work, I felt this weird sensation up my back as I was laying down. my daugter was sleeping in the other room.. right when I felt that weird tingling feeling go up my back I heard my daughter screaming and crying. I was terrified but I couldn't move.  my ex was sleeping in the living room. 
I was trying to get up. sweating all over and after about a minute of that.. I finally got out of it and ran to my daugter. screaming ad yelling at my ex, I got to the room and there was a cat in the room. I had no clue how it got there but I grabbed my daugter and as I turned around to see where the cat was, it was gone. it just disappeared. I ran to the living with my daughter in my chest. the ex wasn't there, it was like he disappeared too. I called him and he said.." I'm still working. what happened?".. goodness I never stayed alone in that house ever again.

That's scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mr.New on April 14, 2010, 10:06:46 AM
A sad loss.  But like Tupac said " Life goes on" need someone to talk because of problems then pm me.

CAN'T SAY NOTHIN MUCH BUTTA DUDE YOU DON'T WANT THAT 40 YEAR OLD LOOKIN LADY TO PM YOU ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 10:59:04 AM
I found this from another site which gave me the chills


Alright true story here and I saw it with my own eyes... hell, I TOUCHED it..

My grandfather's brother passed away about 7 years ago and we've been visiting his grave every year ever since.
In 2004, his wife remarried to another man and there was a HUGE family dispute. Her children wouldn't let her remarry because they didn't want to betray their father, however the other family said that it was her decision and not that of her children. So after a while, the children gave up and the wife remarried. It was also around the time of the anniversary of her husband's death so my dad and I paid a visit to his grave. My dad opened up a can of soda and placed it on the grave and I placed a few oranges down. We then burned some incense and knelt down and bowed and stuff. But then, all of a sudden, we noticed that the can of soda was BOILING!! No it wasn't fizzing, because I FELT IT WITH MY HANDS and it was hot to the touch. The soda was boiling and it spilled over the grave and some got on the oranges.

My dad cried right there and then. He said this and I remembered it to this day "Thov txhob npau taws rau koj cov me nyuam vim tias niam tij mus yuav luag lwm tus lawm. Koj cov me nyuam tseem yog koj roj koj ntshav, es thov koj tseg kiag koj txoj kev npau taws. Peb yeej hlub koj thiab niam tij kawg, tiam sis nws tsuas yog mus yuav lwm haiv hmoob lawm xwb, es peb thiaj li ua tsis tau dab tsi."

Right after that the soda stopped boiling and me and my dad were just standing there looking at the gravestone. After 2 minutes or so, the creepiest thing happened....

There was no wind, no breeze, absolutely nothing. The can tipped over by itself and 3 oranges rolled off the gravestone. Now the gravestone was perfectly horizontal and wasn't tilted anywhere, so there was no way the oranges could've rolled off by themselves. The soda can that was tipped over spilled more soda over the gravestone as my dad and I just stood there and watched.

And then, it hit me...... the soda spilled everywhere on the grave, except the picture of my uncle which was embedded into the gravestone. I looked at the picture and I could eerily feel his eyes staring straight at me.

We went home and told his children about it. They cried. Yea, it was pretty damn emotional and everything. Then 3 months later the wife died in her sleep.

At the funeral, my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges I put on the husband's grave. I said that I put about 5 oranges down on his grave. Then my dad asked me if I remembered how many oranges rolled off his grave. I said three. My dad said that the husband came and got the wife, because THREE months after our little encounter, she died...

We had to do hu plig for me and my dad afterwards... I don't think I'll ever forget that in my whole life.

I have a similar story...

My dad's baby brother died back in 2000. Before he died, he adn his wife talked and his wife (my aunt) promised my uncle that if he happens to die (at the time he was really sick), my aunt will not leave the children and remarried because one of my cousin was still young. If she was to remarry, he would come back for her. Not long after that, my uncle passed away. My uncle had a son who was locked up since he was 13, and when my uncle died, my cousin didn't even get to see him. Also, in 1999 my uncle's oldest son passed away in his sleep. Also, the cousin didn't get to attend his older brother's funeral. When he was release out of prison, my cousin was in his late 20's early 30's.

After my uncle died, my aunt remarried and my cousin was released from prison. My cousin wanted my aunt to take him to go see his dad, ,so they went. While they were at the cemetary and at my uncle's plot, out of no where, a bee came flying and stung my aunt on one of her finger. This happened while they were still cleaning his gravestone.

After they came back home, my aunt's finger never got better. It got worst as each day goes by. The doctors didn;t know why her finger wasn't healing especially from a mere bee sting. Also she wasn't allergic to bee stings either. None of the medications the doctors are prescribing worked.

This went on for almost 1 year...then she finally died. Before she died, she was hospitalized. When she was in the hospital and in ICU, she would constantly call my dead cousin's name.

After she died, she came back to my oldest brother's dream and told him that our uncle came and took her with him because they've promised each other to not remarry after one dies. she remarried, so she broker her promise and thus he came back to get her....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 11:11:55 AM
Mutherfucker!

I had a nightmare the other night. I was walking around a funeral home filled with open
caskets and dead Caucasian people. My siblings were with me at the home but not in the same
room. So, I was walking around, looking at the dead, curious as to how they'd died. Then
in a shadowed corner, I saw a very tall person, dressed in Hmong clothes for the dead. The person
just stood there, lifeless and seemed to be staring at me. Though I'd stopped walking, it seems
like I was being pulled closer and closer to that person. I came so close that I started to smell
that awful smell of a dead body, not the rotting smell but that smell of the liquids used to clean
the body, which fills the air surrounding the dead body at a funeral, which is a stench difficult to get
rid of. Anyway, so I just stared at that person as I was being pulled closer and I was scared, so
scared, that I didn't even want to flinch. The smell was getting stronger as I got nearer. Then finally
I woke up and gawd, my room smelt like that stench of the dead at a funeral!

But I didn't think much and tried to go back to sleep. Should I be scared and or curious at all?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 11:12:27 AM
I have a similar story...

My dad's baby brother died back in 2000. Before he died, he adn his wife talked and his wife (my aunt) promised my uncle that if he happens to die (at the time he was really sick), my aunt will not leave the children and remarried because one of my cousin was still young. If she was to remarry, he would come back for her. Not long after that, my uncle passed away. My uncle had a son who was locked up since he was 13, and when my uncle died, my cousin didn't even get to see him. Also, in 1999 my uncle's oldest son passed away in his sleep. Also, the cousin didn't get to attend his older brother's funeral. When he was release out of prison, my cousin was in his late 20's early 30's.

After my uncle died, my aunt remarried and my cousin was released from prison. My cousin wanted my aunt to take him to go see his dad, ,so they went. While they were at the cemetary and at my uncle's plot, out of no where, a bee came flying and stung my aunt on one of her finger. This happened while they were still cleaning his gravestone.

After they came back home, my aunt's finger never got better. It got worst as each day goes by. The doctors didn;t know why her finger wasn't healing especially from a mere bee sting. Also she wasn't allergic to bee stings either. None of the medications the doctors are prescribing worked.

This went on for almost 1 year...then she finally died. Before she died, she was hospitalized. When she was in the hospital and in ICU, she would constantly call my dead cousin's name.

After she died, she came back to my oldest brother's dream and told him that our uncle came and took her with him because they've promised each other to not remarry after one dies. she remarried, so she broker her promise and thus he came back to get her....

That's awful, I'm sorry to hear.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on April 14, 2010, 11:16:31 AM
Mutherfucker!

I had a nightmare the other night. I was walking around a funeral home filled with open
caskets and dead Caucasian people. My siblings were with me at the home with me but not in the same
room. So, I was walking around, looking at the dead, curious as to how they'd died. Then
in a shadowed corner, I saw a very tall person, dressed in Hmong clothes for the dead. The person
just stood there, lifeless and seemed to be staring at me. Though I'd stopped walking, it seems
like I was being pulled closer and closer to that person. I came so close that I started to smell
that awful smell of a dead body, not the rotting smell but that smell of the liquids used to clean
the body, which fills the air surrounding the dead body at a funeral, which is a stench difficult to get
rid of. Anyway, so I just stared at that person as I was being pulled closer and I was scared, so
scared, that I didn't even want to flinch. The smell was getting stronger as I got nearer. Then finally
I woke up and gawd, my room smelt like that stench of the dead at a funeral!

But I didn't think much and tried to go back to sleep. Should I be scared and or curious at all?

Awww, that stinks (no pun intended)!  It's ok though.  Sometimes, annoying people wake up early and cook really smelly food inside my home.  The smell can be so strong that I smell it in my dream too, waking me up!  I'm sure if you wash all the dirty articles of clothing and sheets in your room and shampoo the carpet, the smell will go away. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 11:23:57 AM
Yubnag,

That is one scary dream and yet to be awaken by the smell too...Maybe talk to your parents or grandparents about it and see what they say.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: zena on April 14, 2010, 12:07:37 PM
my daughter had a "friend" that always played with her when me and my ex were still married. she just barely learned how to talk but being her mother I understood her every move and every word that she squeezed out.
one evening after work, I felt this weird sensation up my back as I was laying down. my daugter was sleeping in the other room.. right when I felt that weird tingling feeling go up my back I heard my daughter screaming and crying. I was terrified but I couldn't move.  my ex was sleeping in the living room. 
I was trying to get up. sweating all over and after about a minute of that.. I finally got out of it and ran to my daugter. screaming ad yelling at my ex, I got to the room and there was a cat in the room. I had no clue how it got there but I grabbed my daugter and as I turned around to see where the cat was, it was gone. it just disappeared. I ran to the living with my daughter in my chest. the ex wasn't there, it was like he disappeared too. I called him and he said.." I'm still working. what happened?".. goodness I never stayed alone in that house ever again.

I wonder what it means to see cats or kittens.  Another time, my parents and I saw a pure white cat (more like an older kitten) dangling from a small branch of leaves of a huge tree.  Mom pulled him off the tree but I can never understand how he got to where he was because this tree was so big and old and there were tons of little branches full of dangling leaves.   

Here's another incident:  Husband and I went to the mountains (Central City...if you know Colorado) with the camera because once when we drove up there I saw this really old cemetery that I thought would be cool to take pictures of and do some art work with it.  Well, that day we went with the camera the sky was clear and everything looked nice and clear.  We took a bunch of photos of the cemetery and tombstones.  Suddenly this huge fog crept in quickly.  It was so thick I got scared.  We headed downward to an old ghost town and took some more pictures.  The fog seemed to have followed us because suddenly we couldn't see anything anymore.  I was so scared I refused to get out of the car to get any more pictures.  Husband wasn't scared so he took some more but I told him to get in and lets go because I didn't want to be completely stuck up there and have to wait for the fog to lift. 

When we got home, we took the photos to develop and out of 35 photos, only 5 were returned to us (they were photos of my hair that I had taken earlier and then one photo of the ghost town just before the fog but it had a couple of yellow scratches embedded on the film so it was smooth on the surface but it looked like someone had scratched underneath it).  All the rest were blanks or damaged.  Husband was pretty confused because he's never had any problems developing with that camera.  This was the first time the films didn't develop.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 12:14:56 PM
Awww, that stinks (no pun intended)!  It's ok though.  Sometimes, annoying people wake up early and cook really smelly food inside my home.  The smell can be so strong that I smell it in my dream too, waking me up!  I'm sure if you wash all the dirty articles of clothing and sheets in your room and shampoo the carpet, the smell will go away. 

It's not me or my items, otherwise, the smell will still be here.

Yubnag,

That is one scary dream and yet to be awaken by the smell too...Maybe talk to your parents or grandparents about it and see what they say.

The dream is scary. I should talk to my parents about it. I do have a tall uncle who's passed and visits
my cousin often and makes him sick. It's getting extremely cold in my room now.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: wonders on April 14, 2010, 12:28:26 PM
True story:

Well, this one time I took my bil to go see his girlfriend and it was the first time we were going to see her. She gave us the directions and as he was on the phone with her we were making every turn the way she told us. We came to a T intersection and she kept telling him to straight, I was like, dude are you sure we are at the right place, because we can only turn left or right, he kept saying that she said to go straight, I told him to look up and see where we are at, and he looked up from his conversation with her, and we were at the entrance of the cemetary on Lexington in St. Paul. If I turn left or right I'd run along the cemetary, if I went straight, we'd go right into the cemetary, right when he looked up, the line went dead, and he called and couldn't get a hold of her anymore. After that he said they broke up but he never could get a call through with that number it was always a busy signal.

To this day it is still creepy.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 12:35:29 PM
True story:

Well, this one time I took my bil to go see his girlfriend and it was the first time we were going to see her. She gave us the directions and as he was on the phone with her we were making every turn the way she told us. We came to a T intersection and she kept telling him to straight, I was like, dude are you sure we are at the right place, because we can only turn left or right, he kept saying that she said to go straight, I told him to look up and see where we are at, and he looked up from his conversation with her, and we were at the entrance of the cemetary on Lexington in St. Paul. If I turn left or right I'd run along the cemetary, if I went straight, we'd go right into the cemetary, right when he looked up, the line went dead, and he called and couldn't get a hold of her anymore. After that he said they broke up but he never could get a call through with that number it was always a busy signal.

To this day it is still creepy.

OMG! that is freaken creepy  :o
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: YAX on April 14, 2010, 12:36:41 PM
A story from Laos.  Maybe the details are a bit off, but the storyline is still there:

Back in laos, there was this one beautiful girl who was "raug dab".  She got married to her husband and she was very, very happy.  But at night, when she slept, she turned into a scary ghost or demonic like figure and he was scared to sleep next to her.  Then on the second night, he asked his father to come into the room and look at her too while she slept.  His father saw exactly what he saw.  Scary demonic woman figure sleeping on the bed in her clothes.  They didn't say anything to her at all, but the next day, they took her home to her parents and when they got there, told her parents they didn't want her no more.  They left her there.  She ended up committing suicide.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: YAX on April 14, 2010, 12:38:30 PM
True story:

Well, this one time I took my bil to go see his girlfriend and it was the first time we were going to see her. She gave us the directions and as he was on the phone with her we were making every turn the way she told us. We came to a T intersection and she kept telling him to straight, I was like, dude are you sure we are at the right place, because we can only turn left or right, he kept saying that she said to go straight, I told him to look up and see where we are at, and he looked up from his conversation with her, and we were at the entrance of the cemetary on Lexington in St. Paul. If I turn left or right I'd run along the cemetary, if I went straight, we'd go right into the cemetary, right when he looked up, the line went dead, and he called and couldn't get a hold of her anymore. After that he said they broke up but he never could get a call through with that number it was always a busy signal.

To this day it is still creepy.
  That's a great joke to play on unsuspecting boys.   ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on April 14, 2010, 12:40:31 PM
yugnab, that's scary. one thing i hate about dreams that they feel so real! for the last couple of months, i've been having some semi-scary dreams. one happened a couple of weeks ago. i was at this house and i walked into a room. As i was walking pass a hallway, i noticed a dark shadowy figure. In my head, i knew it was dead and that it had come back. I felt it coming my way and i tried to run for the door. As i approached the door, it locked on me! i tried to open it but it wouldn't budge! the thing that i saw, i knew it was behind me and frantically, i tried again and it opened.

another one happened sometime last week. the only thing i remember about that dream is that it was a hmong guy and at no matter what cost, he wanted to marry me. i tried to escape him but no matter where i turned, he was always behind me.

then just monday night, it was a terrifying dream. It was right before i got up for work. In this dream, i was dead. something was coming for me and before i could do anything, it sat on top of my chest. it proceeded to strangle me and take  me with it. I  was calling for help but somehow i knew that there wasn't any sound coming from me nor i knew no one woujld hear me. I guess i knew it was a dream and tried to wake up but then all of a sudden, i felt a  like a knife onto my side and thought to myself that it was real. Then all of a suddden, i woke up. I was paralyzed for about maybe two minutes with this extreme heat on my chest. i felt it burning and it wouldn't go away. After that two minutes, i shifted on my bed to my side and fell asleep again.  i think that whatever came that night was going to finish what it started but then i woke up again. It was too eerie so i decided to just stay up and head on to work. The whole ride to work, I just felt uneasy and scared.   i don't like dreams like that.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 12:42:23 PM
I hear OG's say that when all of the sudden you see a lot of cats or more than usual around a home then that means that there's going to be something bad happening to the people living there. I find this to be true from personal experiences.

One of my Yang cousin owns his home for quite some time and in their neighborhood, there's hardly any cats around. Once in a long while you'll see a stray here and there. One year, he started seeing more and more cats roaming around his property. He didn't think much of it until after his dad passed away. During the funeral, they were talking about how his dad died and such and the topic of cats came up. Some older OG was telling him that it was a sign when all those cats all of the sudden just shows up....the weirdest thing is...after his dad died, the cats no longer came around.

My personal experience...m y dad was pretty much like my cousins dad. We've owned our house for over 15 years and we've only had stray cats here and there as well. During the time that was close to my dad's death, our house constantly have cats during the evening and into the night. We don;t know where all those cats are coming from, but during the day, they're all gone. This happened for well over 1 year before my dad passed away too.

Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: MsX on April 14, 2010, 12:46:54 PM
Qaumntuj--That's scary yom? Kuv yeej ib txwm hnov cov laus hais tias yog muaj muaj miv ncig yus tsev, nws tsis tshua zoo.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 12:51:10 PM
Qaumntuj--That's scary yom? Kuv yeej ib txwm hnov cov laus hais tias yog muaj muaj miv ncig yus tsev, nws tsis tshua zoo.

yeah...clost to the time right before my dad died...maybe a month or so...he would tell my mom that "they" were otuside the window and sitting on the tree out there....it was freaky....
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 01:02:54 PM
yeah...clost to the time right before my dad died...maybe a month or so...he would tell my mom that "they" were otuside the window and sitting on the tree out there....it was freaky....

eeek! scary.  Before my grandpa (my mom's dad) passed he would talk to someone and he would also act very strange as going to the sink and start cleaning the sink for hours. 

Oh and when my grandma from my dad side went to visit him she saw this little ghost girl run past from my grandpa's room to the next...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 14, 2010, 01:08:59 PM
well, maybe you should ask the writer. instead of assuming it's FAKE!

i did that's why it's fake. cuz the author is speechless.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: MsX on April 14, 2010, 01:14:52 PM
yeah...clost to the time right before my dad died...maybe a month or so...he would tell my mom that "they" were otuside the window and sitting on the tree out there....it was freaky....

Oh wow....that is very scary os!


Did he ever describe what "they" looked like?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 01:18:21 PM
Oh wow....that is very scary os!


Did he ever describe what "they" looked like?

outside my parents window is one of those asian tree (cov ntoo es txi txiv zoo li cov txiv lwm tsib tuaj pos)...it was a good size one...and my dad always says that there's a lady hiding behind that tree....
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 01:19:16 PM
continuation.. .

a week or two from that day me and my daugter went to my grandma's. I knew I saw a cat, to be exact a striped one. it couldn't mean anything good.

my grandma told me his deceased ex gf was back for him. grandma told me they have to have drink eachother's blood since the dead gf kept saying they made a promise.
I had no clue what was going on.. then grandma told me that the cat was her "friend" coming to warn me.
of course I b.itch the hell out of him and demanded his family get rid of this sh.it.. I did not go back until they claim to have gotten rid of her.  of course they lied cause she was back the first night I returned. me and my daugter slept on the sofa for the rest of my ex hubby and my marriage.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 01:22:37 PM
continuation...

a week or two from that day me and my daugter went to my grandma's. I knew I saw a cat, to be exact a striped one. it couldn't mean anything good.

my grandma told me his deceased ex gf was back for him. grandma told me they have to have drink eachother's blood since the dead gf kept saying they made a promise.
I had no clue what was going on.. then grandma told me that the cat was her "friend" coming to warn me.
of course I b.itch the hell out of him and demanded his family get rid of this sh.it.. I did not go back until they claim to have gotten rid of her.  of course they lied cause she was back the first night I returned. me and my daugter slept on the sofa for the rest of my ex hubby and my marriage.

Did anything else happened while you were still with your ex?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on April 14, 2010, 01:23:08 PM
continuation...

a week or two from that day me and my daugter went to my grandma's. I knew I saw a cat, to be exact a striped one. it couldn't mean anything good.

my grandma told me his deceased ex gf was back for him. grandma told me they have to have drink eachother's blood since the dead gf kept saying they made a promise.
I had no clue what was going on.. then grandma told me that the cat was her "friend" coming to warn me.
of course I b.itch the hell out of him and demanded his family get rid of this sh.it.. I did not go back until they claim to have gotten rid of her.  of course they lied cause she was back the first night I returned. me and my daugter slept on the sofa for the rest of my ex hubby and my marriage.

"applaud" great story...Hrmmm. ..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 01:24:05 PM
I hate scary dreams and nightmares, LadyThao!

Regarding the burning sensation on your chest, that's concerning.
You may want to consult a health care professional. Stress and anxiety
may play a role.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: MsX on April 14, 2010, 01:24:26 PM
outside my parents window is one of those asian tree (cov ntoo es txi txiv zoo li cov txiv lwm tsib tuaj pos)...it was a good size one...and my dad always says that there's a lady hiding behind that tree....

Wow....

Since we're on the topic of cats, there was a story on the news not too long ago about ib niag miv who would go sleep on certain patients bed. Not too long after that, tus patient ntawv tuag. My hair raised upon hearing that story.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: YAX on April 14, 2010, 01:25:27 PM
oh yah.. i remember that grim reaper cat story.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 01:25:53 PM
Wow....

Since we're on the topic of cats, there was a story on the news not too long ago about ib niag miv who would go sleep on certain patients bed. Not too long after that, tus patient ntawv tuag. My hair raised upon hearing that story.

In the hospital? if it is..how can a cat get in?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on April 14, 2010, 01:28:40 PM
I would've sniped that thing or climbed down the tree to play with him.  jk  :)

might have been a leprachaun and he's digging for his gold lol, jk too
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: MsX on April 14, 2010, 01:29:19 PM
In the hospital? if it is..how can a cat get in?

Kuv tsis nco qab lawm tiamsis, I think yog ib lub tsev laus na. I think the cat was a part of that tsev laus pob?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19959718/

That's the cat story! Read it at your convenience...
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on April 14, 2010, 01:33:03 PM
talking about black cats....

i would share a story of my father back in Loas-true story



My father digging my step mother (father's first wife) grave in loas because they were gonna build a road threw where the gravesite was at...so after he dug up the grave, he paid some loas folks to carry one of those coach(the cart that usies a water buffalo to pull) to put the bones and rest of my step mother on it and he was gonna bury her somewhere else. At the time her body was on the coach and they were about to leave..A black cat out of no where jumps on top of the body and rides along..when they arrived at a new burial site, the black cats jumps off and complete gone and my father buried my step mother there..he put two rocks there as a mark to remember it..Till this day he still remembers telling all my siblings who goes to loas for vacation to go visit and see if it's still there..He still says if he had the energy to walk and go back to loas he would go and visit her grave..
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Jade on April 14, 2010, 01:33:35 PM
In the hospital? if it is..how can a cat get in?

it was a cat that was adopted by the nursing home. it was on the news. whenever they see the cat sit on the patients door then a few hrs later, that patient pass away.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: MsX on April 14, 2010, 01:34:52 PM
talking about black cats....

i would share a story of my father back in Loas-true story



My father digging my step mother (father's first wife) grave in loas because they were gonna build a road threw where the gravesite was at...so after he dug up the grave, he paid some loas folks to carry one of those coach(the cart that usies a water buffalo to pull) to put the bones and rest of my step mother on it and he was gonna bury her somewhere else. At the time her body was on the coach and they were about to leave..A black cat out of no where jumps on top of the body and rides along..when they arrived at a new burial site, the black cats jumps off and complete gone and my father buried my step mother there..he put two rocks there as a mark to remember it..Till this day he still remembers telling all my siblings who goes to loas for vacation to go visit and see if it's still there..He still says if he had the energy to walk and go back to loas he would go and visit her grave..


So, what was the meaning behind the black cat then?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 01:35:59 PM
Kuv tsis nco qab lawm tiamsis, I think yog ib lub tsev laus na. I think the cat was a part of that tsev laus pob?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19959718/

That's the cat story! Read it at your convenience...

interesting... .
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on April 14, 2010, 01:36:30 PM
So, what was the meaning behind the black cat then?

it was my step mother i suppose..
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 01:38:49 PM
I'm scared to use the restroom alone now. oyo...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lady_Fallin on April 14, 2010, 01:42:08 PM
So why did she blame her father for her death?

You know the xwb kab thingy?  You're suppose to change it every year or so... keep it looking nice and clean to show respect and so forth.  Her dad never did that.  Instead of making a new one, he would just use one of those dust things, and use it to get rid of the dust.  Plus, he kept tlaking about converting to christianity, and that he doesn't like the Hmong tradition, and bad mouthing things he weren't suppose to.  I suppose this angered the xwb kab?  They wanted to punish her father, so they took the thing he loved most... and that was his eldest daughter, my cousin.

I remember before she passed away, she said that she was sleeping on the couch near the xwb kab, and then she had a dream of an old man with feather like eyebrows.  He came to her and said that he wants her to go with him.



Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: QaumNtujTubTxib on April 14, 2010, 01:45:03 PM
I'm scared to use the restroom alone now. oyo...

lol...i could tell you a restroom experience i recently had....but it's too scary for me to tell you....coz i am still living in that house...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on April 14, 2010, 01:57:14 PM
I hate scary dreams and nightmares, LadyThao!

Regarding the burning sensation on your chest, that's concerning.
You may want to consult a health care professional. Stress and anxiety
may play a role.
maybe from the dream! LOL.. it wasn't like heart burn or anything medical, i think. it didn't hurt just hot. get it?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: celi on April 14, 2010, 01:57:39 PM
interesting story and thx for sharing but..
I hear OG's say that when all of the sudden you see a lot of cats or more than usual around a home then that means that there's going to be something bad happening to the people living there. I find this to be true from personal experiences.

sorry but this..i don't agree.
i have so many stray cat/black cat stories..so many encounters *seriously...but nothing bad happend to anyone close to me.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 01:58:49 PM
tell me qaumntuj!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: alwayssmile on April 14, 2010, 02:17:16 PM
CAN'T SAY NOTHIN MUCH BUTTA DUDE YOU DON'T WANT THAT 40 YEAR OLD LOOKIN LADY TO PM YOU ;D

who says i'm 40? all widows aren't only in their 40's or up? are they?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 02:17:50 PM
maybe from the dream! LOL.. it wasn't like heart burn or anything medical, i think. it didn't hurt just hot. get it?

I'm saying it can be stress or anxiety.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 02:20:12 PM
You know the xwb kab thingy?  You're suppose to change it every year or so... keep it looking nice and clean to show respect and so forth.  Her dad never did that.  Instead of making a new one, he would just use one of those dust things, and use it to get rid of the dust.  Plus, he kept tlaking about converting to christianity, and that he doesn't like the Hmong tradition, and bad mouthing things he weren't suppose to.  I suppose this angered the xwb kab?  They wanted to punish her father, so they took the thing he loved most... and that was his eldest daughter, my cousin.

I remember before she passed away, she said that she was sleeping on the couch near the xwb kab, and then she had a dream of an old man with feather like eyebrows.  He came to her and said that he wants her to go with him.





No validation but I keep an open mind. Thanks for sharing.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 02:27:10 PM
Did i tell you guys about my mom?
*shivers*
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 02:36:40 PM
Did i tell you guys about my mom?
*shivers*

Tell us please...I'm so freaken bored!
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 02:40:43 PM
My mom was on vacation in southeast asia.
She asked for me to go watch her house while she was away. Me and my younger sister took turns sleeping at her house.
It was my night "off" and her day to sleep at my mom's house. I live across town from my mom's house.
My sister didn't feel right that night and came over at 10 P.M. She wanted to sleep over.
The next day i had this weird feeling about my mom's place.My daughter and I went over to see if there was anything going on.
And, OMG! Did we get a show.
There was blood everywhere! I mean everywhere! I couldn't believe my eyes. I was scared and called the cops.
They didn't say anything. He told my sister and I to " clean the blood" with gloves on.
The next day my dad and i went over.. THERE WAS WEIRD HAIR ALL OVER MY MOM'S BED!

I have no clue what happened that day or night but I haven't slept over there ever since.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: wonders on April 14, 2010, 02:43:47 PM
Not so scary, but true about my mom

She is kind of shaministic like, my grandpa was and it has not touched any of the family members yet, but they all have some sort of sixth sense.

 Well, this one time, my mom had a dream about an aunt who was still alive at that time. She came to my mom in a dream and had a bin full of blood and said that they took all her blood, two days later we found out that my aunt went to have her baby and lost so much blood she passed away.

Recently my sisters and I went ice skating, my sister fell and used her hand to stop her fall and spranged her arm, my mom called and said that she had a dream that a guy grabbed her by her arm as he was thrown onto the ground by strong force. And so we told her what happened. She is gifted in someway I guess.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 02:44:44 PM
What???

did you guys ua neeb to see what caused it?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on April 14, 2010, 02:47:30 PM
One day me, brother, bil,sister and their kids we all went fishing,

caught a couple of fishes and then the sunset so we all decide to clean our gears up and go home...
I was the first one to go to the car and at the back of my rear bumper there were three little human fingers imprinted in dust...I was shocked! because all the kids were still at the river bottom and they never came to the car to grab anything...and they were fresh human finger prints..Oh yeah and the car was parked right across from me and i can see my car...i didn't tell anyone until we all got home..
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Images on April 14, 2010, 02:59:47 PM
What did the report say? Any history of murdered there?

He was a loser officer. He didn't say anything but.. Its indeed blood.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on April 14, 2010, 03:21:26 PM
i have another scary story to tell. It happened last week during the funeral of my cousin's mom.


i don't know if many of you know this funeral home but it's in STP on the intersection of maryland and arcade. Well, my oldest brother went to go use the bathroom. It was a one stall bathroom and well, as my brother closed the door, he noticed these two drops of blood dripping from the bathroom door. Probably didn't realized anything until he looked inside the toilet and saw more blood oozing inside it. He freaked out and ran out. I don't know who he told but one of my cousin decides to go and investigate. she told people that when she came out, she felt the hair on the back of her head stand up.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 04:30:08 PM
So, I've told my dad about my dream, and boy, does parents have a way of
comforting their child. He just smiled and said not to worry and perhaps change
my pillow cases, bed sheet, wash my blanket, check behind my bed for
possible mold from winter.  ;D Ditto.  ;D
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 14, 2010, 04:34:18 PM
great stories...one of the MODs should move this to the hmong ghost stories section
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 14, 2010, 04:49:37 PM
So, I've told my dad about my dream, and boy, does parents have a way of
comforting their child. He just smiled and said not to worry and perhaps change
my pillow cases, bed sheet, wash my blanket, check behind my bed for
possible mold from winter.  ;D Ditto.  ;D

Some parents do tend to say those things so that they won't scare their children but yet they're also scare too.. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 04:51:36 PM
Some parents do tend to say those things so that they won't scare their children but yet they're also scare too.. ;D

Ditto. 8)

After he comforted me, he started talking about his brother (my tall deceased uncle) to make it not so eerie.  ;D
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: i_r_stupid on April 14, 2010, 05:02:44 PM
What's the difference between this and the other one?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on April 14, 2010, 05:21:54 PM
LOL! parents do that a lot. it's very comforting but when it's still at the back of your mind? not so much! i remember the day my father died. the night before i had a dream of him smiling at me. i asked my mom the next day because i remember her telling me that when you dream of someone smiling or laughing, it means that they're going to die or something. so i asked her about it whehter it was true or not. She looked at me and said yes. Then about a few seconds later she asked me in a scared voice of who it was. I told her it was my dad. She just looked like she was ready to collapse but didn't want to tell me. A couple hours later, we found out he died.


another one was when i had a dream of snakes biting me. I told my dad and he just said it was nothing. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 14, 2010, 10:52:57 PM
i hear snake bites mean pregnancy?  either you or someone you know... ?

Best believe the dreams of the snake and pregnancy. Before my SIL got pregnant with my
second nephew, I had a dream that a huge snake crawled up our porch and wrapped around my
legs! Goodness! Two weeks later, my SIL announced the news!  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on April 15, 2010, 09:29:04 AM
So, I've told my dad about my dream, and boy, does parents have a way of
comforting their child. He just smiled and said not to worry and perhaps change
my pillow cases, bed sheet, wash my blanket, check behind my bed for
possible mold from winter.  ;D Ditto.  ;D

See? What'd I tell ya.   8)
Hehehehehehehe hehehehhehehe!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on April 15, 2010, 11:26:58 AM
See? What'd I tell ya.   8)
Hehehehehehehe hehehehhehehe!

Ditto.  8)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on April 15, 2010, 12:29:59 PM
i hear snake bites mean pregnancy?  either you or someone you know... ?

at the time that I had the dream, no one i knew was or were going to be pregnant. but i did get very sick a month or so later!  :'(
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 15, 2010, 12:58:23 PM
What's the difference between this and the other one?
no diff. but the other ones been active with more stories for a longer time period now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on April 20, 2010, 12:57:18 PM
any new stories???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on April 20, 2010, 02:56:16 PM
I got on spooky one to share!! Okay I live in North Minneapolis, Minnesota..So about 2 week ago my Hubby's 2nd younger was gonna go pick up the 3rd younger bro from work. So he took 94 east to come over to Olson Memorial Hwy 55. So he came upon the red light where the interactions to Golden Valley and to Thedore Wirth park. All a sudden he felt cold and chilly. He turn and check if any of his windows were open. But he realize that it was shut tight. Afterwards, there was a smelly rotten scent inside of his car. Now he got the chills down his spine and look at his rear view mirror inside his car and notice a dark figure sitting behind his back seat. He decided to turn around to look carefully if it was what he think it is..As he looked, the dark black figure has some really long black hair covering the entire face. He gotten scared and poob plig so he scream, "OOHH duck"!!!!!!!! And he hit the gas pedal hard and drove away. As he went past 3 blocks toward HWY 100 too Golden Valley, the black figure went away. AS he got to the workplace that the 3rd younger bro was working at, he cried to all my aunt and niam laus about what he saw. While I was at home, my niam laus them call us and let us know what happen to him..After a week, we had to drive over to call back his spirit

OMG, my aunt worked there and was like he was so scared when he got there, he was balling his eyes out for a man. She said that when they all got out of work, noone wanted to look in the backseat of the car to see if there was anything there or not
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on April 21, 2010, 06:40:16 AM
not that creepy but a story to tell: one of my older nyab's tus father used to work for this family business, they rented a small place in stockton, ca. i guess someone had once passed away in that house and the ppl couldn't sell it so they left it.

Her father is the 1st to come in every morning, and he's a big time coffee drinker. He usually brews the first pot but one morning, he decided to go into his office and do his own thing first... He heard footsteps in the kitchen and then the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air. He shouted out, "Hey, will you brew enough for me, too?" NO ANSWER, he said again, "Hello?" Then he went to the kitchen and no one was there, no coffee in the pot, but the smell was still there. Weird, then he thought about all the times he came in early and heard footsteps, lol, i don't think he was ever scared though because nothing ever bothered him. Very peaceful, just weird noises.

I dont know how plp manage to live/work in an environment like that!
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: 3PeazNaPod on April 22, 2010, 03:41:00 PM
I'm new so just testing this thingy out.  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mly87 on April 22, 2010, 06:48:59 PM
I’m new here and I enjoy reading everyone’s post here. I have had a lot of experience encountering with sprits like most of you guys too. Here is one of my story that I will never forget and that changed me over the pass years.
This happened to me when I was 18 and on my way to my first year of college. Anyways, one of my brother in law’s cousin had passed away in his sleep and he had never had any kind of illness of what so ever. He was a very wealthy young man and worked for a big company. He was never married and was believe to be a real nice guy.  I never knew who he was or ever met him. Going to his funeral was the first time I ever heard of him. And his family had made brochures about him to pass out to guests who came to the funeral. I’m not a big fan of funeral every since my dad pass away but that’s a different to tell later.
When my family and I got there, it was kinda weird how they did his funeral. They said since he was a single man during his life time then they were going to do it a bit differently, which they did. When they were supposed to be sending his sprit on his way, instead they were singing for to find a wife. They said for him to find whoever he liked and marry for he didn’t get to marry anyone while he was still alive. I thought it was kinda weird and creepy how they were singing like that to him in Hmong.  Good thing that we only stayed there for 30min to an hour and left back home.
I did everything normal that I would usually do on a Sunday then headed to bed. And during the whole nite I was feeling a bit odd. IDK how to explain it but I just had a feeling like I there was something missing and I didn’t know what it was. Since I didn’t know what was wrong I just shrug it off, read my book then went to sleep.
That nite I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that I was on my way home from school and was on the city bus. The bus approached my stop and left me off like usually. As I crossed the street and headed towards the hill to get to be back door I see all of these huge TIGERS and LIONS surround my whole house. I stood frozen there and tried to think of how to get pass these sleeping tigers and lions. I kept looking and saw a clear view as to where I can run straight in between them and reach my back door. I took out my keys and got them ready to open the door, then I took off. Just as I reached my door this much much bigger tiger jumps out of nowhere and bit my right hand and scratched my feet. He tries to grab at my injured hand again but my family them saw me and opened the door for me just in time. The tiger looked so mad and angry. It couldn’t come into our home so he roamed back and forth. It was like he was only there waiting for me. Just when I thought it was going away, I saw it running real fast trying to get in through the window and grab me and that’s when I woke up.
As I woke up, I was sweating like crazy and it was during the fall which I remember was really cold that year. I felt gross and was relief that it was only a dream so I got up and went to shower. Then I changed and went downstairs to help my mom, sisters, and sister in law cook. I got done chopping up all the veggies and remember my dream so I told everyone about. And just as I got done telling my mom about my dream she looked a little worry and was gana say something to me but then she turned around and yell out that the oil was burning. Since I was the closest to it I left it off the stove but then all of a sudden the pan handle wasn’t hold the pan up straight and the hot boiling oil spilt all over my right hand and a little bit on my left foot. The two places where I was bitten and scratched in my dream. It was so painful. It was like someone poked me with hot needles a million times over and over.
Everybody stopped what they were doing and rushed to my side to see what had happen. Lets just say the top layer of my skinned was cook!! My hand curled up almost into a fist and I couldn’t move it cuz it would have hurt way to much! My medical was cuz so I couldn’t go there first. Instead my mom went and got me some medical that was really good for burns. The burn on my feet healed within two days and went back to my original skin tone. As for my hand it was healing but then it began to bleed again and again. I couldn’t sleep for awhile because I would constantly have bad dreams over and over. It was like one right after another.  Then I started getting real sick after two weeks and my hand wasn’t getting any better so we finally went to the doctor got it looked at, got the cream for it and it healed within 2 days but it never looked the same so I’m scared for life on my hand there.
Although my hand and feet healed I still wasn’t getting any better. I’ll get headaches in the morning but when the night time came I felt a bit better. I couldn’t go back to school and had to take about 2 months off work and just stayed home. Finally, my mom got so worried she got my aunt who is a shaman to come look at me and do this one thing for me and tied another red string for me. My mom also had one for me on my ankle after she talked to me aunt. I was so sick that I was dozing on and off during the whole thing. All I remember my aunt and mom saying is that he is not human and I am so he needs to go away and find someone like him and not a living person who isn’t willing to go with him and that I must have fought real hard to even still be here this long.
After all that I went through he finally left me alone and I started to gain back my weight and strength. But every now and then I would get really bad dreams about someone that I love. I always pay attention to those because as soon as I get up from it I would get a phone called about that person. And every time something or someone is going to come visit me that isn’t human, I know because I would get that edgy feeling so I either change my position or go sleep somewhere. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on April 22, 2010, 09:26:31 PM
They should have left the ritual the way it is.  It is bad omen to change the ways if they don't know the outcome.  In your case, he was looking for you.  Thank god your house is protected by spirits or esle you are a goner.  If you dream of tigers and the tiger was the dead guy then it is likely that the guy died because he was taken by poj ntxooj and them.  It should explained why he turned into a tiger in your dream.  Hope you get better.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mly87 on April 23, 2010, 12:26:13 AM
I'm saying the same thing and yes i do think it was him. And thank you abou ur concern. I am much better now. its been five years since that happened. The burn scar on my had is the only thing that reminds of what i have been through but i learned how to let that get pass by me. I'm realy sensitive to those things so i tried to avoid funerals of people i don't know and my mom don't make me go anymore because of what happened to me. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sylliye on April 23, 2010, 08:30:23 AM
Re: Mly87 - wow that was spooky... it's like the movie "THE MAID" (I think it was singapore/phillipino movie i forgot) I agree, people shouldn't mess with the ritual. Especially marriage stuff with the deads. I'm glad that you're ok now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyLionness on April 23, 2010, 09:03:40 AM
have to come back and read all these stories... just bookmarking this thread...
Title: Paranoid
Post by: sylliye on April 23, 2010, 09:23:26 AM
We live in the Carolinas and at work, I've been texting these stories to my lil SIL and she reads them on the way home from school sitting in the bus. So yesterday morning while walking to her bus stop, she heard something/someone breathing really hard behind her, literally right by her ears.

She turned around to see if anyone was there and didn't see anything, but began to realize that the dogs were barking continously loud as if someone was there. When she looked over to the dogs she imagined a person dressed in hmong clothes standing in the woods...

She spook herself out and ran. Then she txt me to top txting her these ghost stories, bc she's getting paranoid from it. lol.

I enjoy reading them....Thank you all for sharing and keep em coming :D
   
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 3PeazNaPod on April 23, 2010, 10:00:10 AM
   When I was younger (probably still in middle school), we live in McDonough homes. I share a room with both my younger sisters. The house was fine. We didn’t experience much phenomenon activities. But I remember this one night and I was struggling to fall asleep because it was a school night. I was tossing and turning and both of my sisters were fast asleep already. Everyone in my family was asleep too. In my family my parents never let us stay up late on a school week. Everyone goes to sleep by 8-9ish  :P.  We’re use to that because we’ve been doing that ever since the first day we started school. The house was dead quiet. Our bed was place by the corner with me sleeping on the edge facing the door. I always keep my door close at night because I’m a chicken myself. Anyways, I was lying there trying to go to sleep and then suddenly I hear my door knob turning! It’s probably just around 10pm (but that time was super late for me already). It startled me and I got scared and pulled my blanket close to my face. The door knob continue to turn like a little kid trying to get inside but isn’t strong enough to open it. I was so scared to even move. It continues for a couple more minutes then it just stop. I guess I got so scared that I feel asleep after that.
   The next day I woke up, but didn’t really think much about it because stuff like that never happen in our house so there wasn’t much for me to worry about. Then a while after that it happens again. This time my whole family was still up and it was around 7-8ish pm. I had a major headache that night so I decided to go rest on my bed first while my parents are in their room and my younger brothers were still taking their baths. My sisters were in my parents’ room too. I was the only one in my room with the lights off. I was lying on my bed facing the door when the door knob started turning again! It freaked me out. The lights were still on in the hallway and I can hear my parents and them in their bedroom talking and I can also hear my brothers in the bathroom. So I decided to look at the door (from my bed) to see if I can see a shadow reflecting from the light through the little space under the door just in case it’s my baby brother or someone. But there wasn’t any! Because if there was someone standing behind my door, I can see their shadow, but there wasn’t anything blocking the light that was reflecting under the door. I look at the door knob and I can literally see it turning!  :-\ It continues on for a couple more minutes then it stop. The second it stops I jump out of my bed and ran to my parents’ room as fast as I can. When I got there, everyone was busy doing their own things. My brothers were still in the bathroom. I ask my parents and everyone there if someone came and try to open my door. They all said no and that they haven’t even left the room. I told my parents what happen and they just shrug it off like it’s nothing to worry about. But I guess that time I was still young and dumb so I let it pass again. It didn’t happen again after that. I still wonder if it was only my imagination or not. But I still remember the noise of the door knob turning and it still freaks me out when I think about it. I also heard that McDonough homes were built on top of Indian burial ground, but I’m not sure if that’s a fact or not.  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mly87 on April 23, 2010, 10:08:12 AM
sylliye- yes i've seen that movie before and i never thought of it before.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on April 23, 2010, 02:35:03 PM
My workplace bathroom toilets have all been updated so they now have auto-flush.  The auto-flush only works if there is motion that triggers it.  So, say someone goes into the stall and sits down, when they get up, the toilet somehow knows that business has been taken care of and it flushes on its own.  Now... to the scary part.  Sometimes, the toilets flush by themself.  People have complained that these upgrades are wasteful because they're using up too much water because even though no one's in the stall using the toilet it flushes by itself.   :o  Oh! Almost forgot. I heard someone quit because it was really scary. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweetvoice on April 24, 2010, 08:56:22 PM
This guy who likes to do internet friendship. One time he was telling us that he meet this girl and they started talking on the phoone. His phone has caller ID and her phone number is on it so everytime he picks it up then they talk. A few time his mom and sister answer the phone with the her number on it no one answers. The sister decided to call the phone number back and it was a white family's voice mail. She left a few message and the person not to call or else shes going to take action. The white man call back and said he never call their phone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on April 24, 2010, 11:29:37 PM
this happen to me and my brother the other day at night
we were having a boring day at the gym playing volleyball so my younger brother and his two friends came up to me and asked me if i can take them to go to the gas station to go buy some snacks and rent a DVD and just kick it at our house. I agreed and we went and got our DVD and junk food. We arrived home, my brother and his friends quickly bolt upstairs to sit and kickback. While i went to the kitchen to go cook. After about 2-3 hours i hear a knock on my bedroom door "hey maxwell09, can you send my friends home now?" my brother pleaded, I nod and told him that ill be right out in 5 minutes. Before i knew it we all got into my car my brother took shotgun while his friends in the back passenger seat. They only lived like about 15 minutes away past the high school, beside our cousins village. I made a right turn onto this road which i normally take as a short cut towards my cousins house. Tonight for some reason seemed very eerie, the road narrowed, the trees in the forest taller and seemingly darker than i normally know but then i noticed a truck in front of us and I shrugged it. My brother and his friends were blabbering away about how cool, funny, and stupid the movie was when all of a sudden my eyes always on the road the entire time saw a medium body figure pitch black shadow quickly crossed our road path and into the woods. I widen my eyes and thought WTF!? was that and did my brother and his friends also witness what I just saw? Some reason they didnt because they were still chatting away in their own world. I freaked but kept myself quiet so they wont make a fuss. Still driving, keeping my cool together, prayed a little bit that I'd only imagined that event, we were getting closer to my cousins house. Right after I calmed a little and the rascals quit blabbering my brother and I saw the truck in front of us screech its tires, skid violently and swerved past the yellow line and into the bushes of woods. It literally flipped up side down but only tip to its right side. We heard a loud car crash with shattered glass window. "O-Shit!", my brother said. What The F****? Call The Police!"one friend in the back yelped."We Gotta Help Them!", the other friend in the back screamed. I didn't say anything and was in shock for a moment before realizing that I had pulled over on our side of the curb just ahead. My brother and I was still in the car but his friends were out before us and already looking inside calling out if the driver and passengers were okay. I scold and convince my brother to stay in the car but right after I got out of my car as I was about to run up to them and see what was happening, my brothers friends were running back towards the car shouting "go.. go.. Go! Get Back IN The Car now!!!" F*** that the moment i saw them running back I was scared shitless opening the car door and slamming it! My brother and his friends got inside in a split second as I stomped on my gas paddle and off we went to one of the friends house. We got there and then one of the friend insisted that we slept over for the night. I happily went inside dragging my brother without a doubt. Before we got to bed I called my parents and told them that me and brother were going to have to sleep over for the night. After a moment we the friends finally broke out and said that they didnt see nor hear anyone inside the truck...     
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on April 25, 2010, 05:20:37 AM
this happen to me and my brother the other day at night
we were having a boring day at the gym playing volleyball so my younger brother and his two friends came up to me and asked me if i can take them to go to the gas station to go buy some snacks and rent a DVD and just kick it at our house. I agreed and we went and got our DVD and junk food. We arrived home, my brother and his friends quickly bolt upstairs to sit and kickback. While i went to the kitchen to go cook. After about 2-3 hours i hear a knock on my bedroom door "hey maxwell09, can you send my friends home now?" my brother pleaded, I nod and told him that ill be right out in 5 minutes. Before i knew it we all got into my car my brother took shotgun while his friends in the back passenger seat. They only lived like about 15 minutes away past the high school, beside our cousins village. I made a right turn onto this road which i normally take as a short cut towards my cousins house. Tonight for some reason seemed very eerie, the road narrowed, the trees in the forest taller and seemingly darker than i normally know but then i noticed a truck in front of us and I shrugged it. My brother and his friends were blabbering away about how cool, funny, and stupid the movie was when all of a sudden my eyes always on the road the entire time saw a medium body figure pitch black shadow quickly crossed our road path and into the woods. I widen my eyes and thought WTF!? was that and did my brother and his friends also witness what I just saw? Some reason they didnt because they were still chatting away in their own world. I freaked but kept myself quiet so they wont make a fuss. Still driving, keeping my cool together, prayed a little bit that I'd only imagined that event, we were getting closer to my cousins house. Right after I calmed a little and the rascals quit blabbering my brother and I saw the truck in front of us screech its tires, skid violently and swerved past the yellow line and into the bushes of woods. It literally flipped up side down but only tip to its right side. We heard a loud car crash with shattered glass window. "O-Shit!", my brother said. What The F****? Call The Police!"one friend in the back yelped."We Gotta Help Them!", the other friend in the back screamed. I didn't say anything and was in shock for a moment before realizing that I had pulled over on our side of the curb just ahead. My brother and I was still in the car but his friends were out before us and already looking inside calling out if the driver and passengers were okay. I scold and convince my brother to stay in the car but right after I got out of my car as I was about to run up to them and see what was happening, my brothers friends were running back towards the car shouting "go.. go.. Go! Get Back IN The Car now!!!" F*** that the moment i saw them running back I was scared shitless opening the car door and slamming it! My brother and his friends got inside in a split second as I stomped on my gas paddle and off we went to one of the friends house. We got there and then one of the friend insisted that we slept over for the night. I happily went inside dragging my brother without a doubt. Before we got to bed I called my parents and told them that me and brother were going to have to sleep over for the night. After a moment we the friends finally broke out and said that they didnt see nor hear anyone inside the truck...     

puas tiag mas?? ?  :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on April 25, 2010, 11:39:40 AM
 my brothers friends dont lie and the very next morning I drove there to go take the short cut home and check but the truck was gone and there were no tire marks
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Cherr.Girl on April 25, 2010, 07:10:24 PM
so i was reading these stories. all of you guys have some scary stories to share. some of them gives me the goosebumps.
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: Cherr.Girl on April 25, 2010, 07:40:43 PM
omg.. you guys got some great stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 26, 2010, 03:36:29 PM
My workplace bathroom toilets have all been updated so they now have auto-flush.  The auto-flush only works if there is motion that triggers it.  So, say someone goes into the stall and sits down, when they get up, the toilet somehow knows that business has been taken care of and it flushes on its own.  Now... to the scary part.  Sometimes, the toilets flush by themself.  People have complained that these upgrades are wasteful because they're using up too much water because even though no one's in the stall using the toilet it flushes by itself.   :o  Oh! Almost forgot. I heard someone quit because it was really scary. 
reminds, on saturaday i went to a flag football tourney and i went to go use the college bathroom with a friend. it was just us two, after we both finished and wash our hands, i reached out my hands so the motion dector on the hand tissues would give me tissue to dry my hands. after that, we both reached the exit door when we both heard the motion dector turned back on and the hand tissues coming out. i said "wtf!?" and walked out and continued on with our conversation.L OL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 26, 2010, 03:41:45 PM
maxwell09  your story gives me the creeps! i would have been sooo scared at that moment, a ghost reinactment of their deaths.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 26, 2010, 04:16:22 PM
since i cannot think of another storie, ima just summarized another one i read off the net by Rachel Doobie.

She was sleeping on the couch when she heard a noise, as if someone was drowning in her basement. she walked down the basement only to find nothing. The next night she heard it again, this time much clearer. It sounded like a child was drowning, calling out "help me please." She kept hearing this over the next week, she called a medium and the medium said there is definately a spirtiual presence in her home. She then, went to the library to see if she can find anything about drownings in her home or town. THe librian told her all she that she needed to hear. The family that had lived in her home, had all been shot and murdered. there was a little boy that was found hiding in the closet, the killer found him and drown him in a pool then hid his body in the basement. this all happened just a few yrs. before she moved in.  SHe moved out the next week, but the sound of the drowning boy still haunts her in her dreams.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on April 26, 2010, 04:38:08 PM
told by L. Mather & Cousin Tim

Okay everybody, prepare to be scared. This is a GREAT story. It might sound lame at first, but stick with it, I won't let you down. By the way, it's actually is true. My cousin Tim told me about this one. Here goes -- we call it "Thrill Seekers."

Tim saw one of his old high school friends for the first time since 12th grade. They talked about what was going on in their lives. It turns out Tim's friend had been investigating "haunted houses" in nearby towns. He would assemble a group of guys and visit old houses that had spooky histories.

Tim would ask around if anything ever happened, and a friend told about a few houses with particularly gruesome histories. One house was owned by a mad man who lived with his twin daughters. The legend says he murdered them one night in some kind of bizarre ceremony. This particular house was out in the woods, isolated and creepy to say the least.

Tim's friend decided to go there and check it out. The place was creepy, but nothing the guys hadn't seen before. The guys broke a basement window and climbed into the old house. It was filthy, ugly and eerie, just what the guys got off on!

They soon found a small room and set up their stuff. The room was empty except for a huge mirror on the wall and an old arm chair. As was their usual practice, they started playing around with the Ouija board and were startled when they actually got a response. Assuming some one of the guys was just trying to freak everybody out, Tim's friend started taunting the "spirit" of the board.

"What's your name?"

"666."

"Are you really the devil?"

"Yes."

"Do you have unlimited power?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to hurt us?"

"Yes."

Tim's friend loved it, this was fabulous -- exactly the kind of thing he hoped to conjure up, that is, if it was real.

"OK, if you're so powerful, and you're the devil, do something!"

The answer came through very slowly, "Open the back door and you'll see what I've done."

This was better than fabulous! Tim's friend laughed as he walked through the house to the back door. Even though he knew better, he almost believed that there would be something there, waiting for him in the dark. Maybe a ghost, or a gruesome monster.

The door was small but heavy and hard to open. It probably hadn't been opened in decades. Tim's friend jerked the door open and stared out into the night. He didn't see anything. He closed the door and walked back to the small room -- as he was sitting down he realized how fast his heart was beating. He glanced over at the Ouija board and then at his friends.

"Very funny guys, great one." He said, a tad disappointed.

But his face turned pale when he noticed the pointer on the board moving on it's own. No one was near the board but were frozen in horror as the spirit spelled out it's final message:

"Thank You! You just let me in."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on April 26, 2010, 06:51:30 PM
bossymum -that was a scary one.. playing the ouija board game is creepy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 26, 2010, 07:22:27 PM
this happen to me and my brother the other day at night
we were having a boring day at the gym playing volleyball so my younger brother and his two friends came up to me and asked me if i can take them to go to the gas station to go buy some snacks and rent a DVD and just kick it at our house. I agreed and we went and got our DVD and junk food. We arrived home, my brother and his friends quickly bolt upstairs to sit and kickback. While i went to the kitchen to go cook. After about 2-3 hours i hear a knock on my bedroom door "hey maxwell09, can you send my friends home now?" my brother pleaded, I nod and told him that ill be right out in 5 minutes. Before i knew it we all got into my car my brother took shotgun while his friends in the back passenger seat. They only lived like about 15 minutes away past the high school, beside our cousins village. I made a right turn onto this road which i normally take as a short cut towards my cousins house. Tonight for some reason seemed very eerie, the road narrowed, the trees in the forest taller and seemingly darker than i normally know but then i noticed a truck in front of us and I shrugged it. My brother and his friends were blabbering away about how cool, funny, and stupid the movie was when all of a sudden my eyes always on the road the entire time saw a medium body figure pitch black shadow quickly crossed our road path and into the woods. I widen my eyes and thought WTF!? was that and did my brother and his friends also witness what I just saw? Some reason they didnt because they were still chatting away in their own world. I freaked but kept myself quiet so they wont make a fuss. Still driving, keeping my cool together, prayed a little bit that I'd only imagined that event, we were getting closer to my cousins house. Right after I calmed a little and the rascals quit blabbering my brother and I saw the truck in front of us screech its tires, skid violently and swerved past the yellow line and into the bushes of woods. It literally flipped up side down but only tip to its right side. We heard a loud car crash with shattered glass window. "O-Shit!", my brother said. What The F****? Call The Police!"one friend in the back yelped."We Gotta Help Them!", the other friend in the back screamed. I didn't say anything and was in shock for a moment before realizing that I had pulled over on our side of the curb just ahead. My brother and I was still in the car but his friends were out before us and already looking inside calling out if the driver and passengers were okay. I scold and convince my brother to stay in the car but right after I got out of my car as I was about to run up to them and see what was happening, my brothers friends were running back towards the car shouting "go.. go.. Go! Get Back IN The Car now!!!" F*** that the moment i saw them running back I was scared shitless opening the car door and slamming it! My brother and his friends got inside in a split second as I stomped on my gas paddle and off we went to one of the friends house. We got there and then one of the friend insisted that we slept over for the night. I happily went inside dragging my brother without a doubt. Before we got to bed I called my parents and told them that me and brother were going to have to sleep over for the night. After a moment we the friends finally broke out and said that they didnt see nor hear anyone inside the truck...     
this happen to me and my brother the other day at night
we were having a boring day at the gym playing volleyball so my younger brother and his two friends came up to me and asked me if i can take them to go to the gas station to go buy some snacks and rent a DVD and just kick it at our house. I agreed and we went and got our DVD and junk food. We arrived home, my brother and his friends quickly bolt upstairs to sit and kickback. While i went to the kitchen to go cook. After about 2-3 hours i hear a knock on my bedroom door "hey maxwell09, can you send my friends home now?" my brother pleaded, I nod and told him that ill be right out in 5 minutes. Before i knew it we all got into my car my brother took shotgun while his friends in the back passenger seat. They only lived like about 15 minutes away past the high school, beside our cousins village. I made a right turn onto this road which i normally take as a short cut towards my cousins house. Tonight for some reason seemed very eerie, the road narrowed, the trees in the forest taller and seemingly darker than i normally know but then i noticed a truck in front of us and I shrugged it. My brother and his friends were blabbering away about how cool, funny, and stupid the movie was when all of a sudden my eyes always on the road the entire time saw a medium body figure pitch black shadow quickly crossed our road path and into the woods. I widen my eyes and thought WTF!? was that and did my brother and his friends also witness what I just saw? Some reason they didnt because they were still chatting away in their own world. I freaked but kept myself quiet so they wont make a fuss. Still driving, keeping my cool together, prayed a little bit that I'd only imagined that event, we were getting closer to my cousins house. Right after I calmed a little and the rascals quit blabbering my brother and I saw the truck in front of us screech its tires, skid violently and swerved past the yellow line and into the bushes of woods. It literally flipped up side down but only tip to its right side. We heard a loud car crash with shattered glass window. "O-Shit!", my brother said. What The F****? Call The Police!"one friend in the back yelped."We Gotta Help Them!", the other friend in the back screamed. I didn't say anything and was in shock for a moment before realizing that I had pulled over on our side of the curb just ahead. My brother and I was still in the car but his friends were out before us and already looking inside calling out if the driver and passengers were okay. I scold and convince my brother to stay in the car but right after I got out of my car as I was about to run up to them and see what was happening, my brothers friends were running back towards the car shouting "go.. go.. Go! Get Back IN The Car now!!!" F*** that the moment i saw them running back I was scared shitless opening the car door and slamming it! My brother and his friends got inside in a split second as I stomped on my gas paddle and off we went to one of the friends house. We got there and then one of the friend insisted that we slept over for the night. I happily went inside dragging my brother without a doubt. Before we got to bed I called my parents and told them that me and brother were going to have to sleep over for the night. After a moment we the friends finally broke out and said that they didnt see nor hear anyone inside the truck...     

thanks for wasting my time max. lol.

you guys probably could go to jail for fleeing the scene of an accident. the friends could've been liars. lucky for you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on April 27, 2010, 06:58:07 AM
thanks for wasting my time max. lol.

you guys probably could go to jail for fleeing the scene of an accident. the friends could've been liars. lucky for you.

Ah genuinely....w e can always depend on you to give us the truth!!   O0 O0 O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: maxwell09 on April 27, 2010, 08:56:08 AM
[quote author=genuinely link=topic=64715.msg2646546#msg2646546 date=12723that

you guys probably could go to jail for fleeing the scene of an accident. the friends could've been liars. lucky for you.
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genuinely i think you need to read the story again..so do not REGULATE until you do

if we did go to jail what evidence do they claim? and like i said if we went back to the seen of the crime the truck was already gone!
and my brothers friends do not lie
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on April 27, 2010, 10:47:36 PM
I had this friend who would always tell me how lonely he was (kho kho siab).  He met this girl online and after a few chat, they exchanged phone numbers. She would always call him with a block number and after several months of talking on the phone, he decided to go see her in person. He told me where she lived, but I can't recall...somew here in the eastcoast, NC or something like that. Anyhow, he flew there, rented a car, and drove to her place. She gave him the direction to her house and while he was on the phone talking with her, he asked her to describe her house, area of the place, etc. As he got closer, he could hear the sounds of train...she told him that she lived by the train track.  When he got there, the place looked really old, deserted, and abandoned. Apparently, the house had been vacant. Feeling eerie and unsured, he turned the car around and drove back.

I'm not sure why he continued to talk to her, but he said that she continued to call him and would not leave him alone. She was not a real person, but a ghost and everytime he meets a new girl, she would haunt him...things would fall off the drawer, table, or shelf, and he always had this cold feeling. Many times he talked about suicide because he felt lonely. He also described how he saw her in his dreams and she tried many times to take him with her, but he always managed to escape.

Haven't spoken or heard from him since I got married, but his stories used to give me chills at night and I used to think to myself...what if she starts haunting me, too, thinking that I'm trying to get with him? He said the reason why he couldn't have gf although he wanted to, was because he was afraid that he would put the gf in danger. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sylliye on April 28, 2010, 10:19:09 AM
@ NtxheeYeesVaj. ...Verrry Creepy...tell us more of his stories :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on April 28, 2010, 02:29:56 PM
a long time ago in a deserted laos village, a guy named Kou was visiting relatives. he spent the night in their wooden house, in a little corner by himself. it was hot and he couldn't go to sleep, he looked at his watch and it was midnight. then he heard some scratching and growling noises. the noises sounded like an animal then it sounded like a human woman voice saying come here. since he couldn't sleep and was feeling kind of horny and bored, he decided to go investigate. he followed the sounds to an old toyota truck. he looked inside and saw no one, then he went back to sleep.

the end.

scary huh?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 28, 2010, 04:40:15 PM
I’m new here and I enjoy reading everyone’s post here. I have had a lot of experience encountering with sprits like most of you guys too. Here is one of my story that I will never forget and that changed me over the pass years.
This happened to me when I was 18 and on my way to my first year of college. Anyways, one of my brother in law’s cousin had passed away in his sleep and he had never had any kind of illness of what so ever. He was a very wealthy young man and worked for a big company. He was never married and was believe to be a real nice guy.  I never knew who he was or ever met him. Going to his funeral was the first time I ever heard of him. And his family had made brochures about him to pass out to guests who came to the funeral. I’m not a big fan of funeral every since my dad pass away but that’s a different to tell later.
When my family and I got there, it was kinda weird how they did his funeral. They said since he was a single man during his life time then they were going to do it a bit differently, which they did. When they were supposed to be sending his sprit on his way, instead they were singing for to find a wife. They said for him to find whoever he liked and marry for he didn’t get to marry anyone while he was still alive. I thought it was kinda weird and creepy how they were singing like that to him in Hmong.  Good thing that we only stayed there for 30min to an hour and left back home.
I did everything normal that I would usually do on a Sunday then headed to bed. And during the whole nite I was feeling a bit odd. IDK how to explain it but I just had a feeling like I there was something missing and I didn’t know what it was. Since I didn’t know what was wrong I just shrug it off, read my book then went to sleep.
That nite I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt that I was on my way home from school and was on the city bus. The bus approached my stop and left me off like usually. As I crossed the street and headed towards the hill to get to be back door I see all of these huge TIGERS and LIONS surround my whole house. I stood frozen there and tried to think of how to get pass these sleeping tigers and lions. I kept looking and saw a clear view as to where I can run straight in between them and reach my back door. I took out my keys and got them ready to open the door, then I took off. Just as I reached my door this much much bigger tiger jumps out of nowhere and bit my right hand and scratched my feet. He tries to grab at my injured hand again but my family them saw me and opened the door for me just in time. The tiger looked so mad and angry. It couldn’t come into our home so he roamed back and forth. It was like he was only there waiting for me. Just when I thought it was going away, I saw it running real fast trying to get in through the window and grab me and that’s when I woke up.
As I woke up, I was sweating like crazy and it was during the fall which I remember was really cold that year. I felt gross and was relief that it was only a dream so I got up and went to shower. Then I changed and went downstairs to help my mom, sisters, and sister in law cook. I got done chopping up all the veggies and remember my dream so I told everyone about. And just as I got done telling my mom about my dream she looked a little worry and was gana say something to me but then she turned around and yell out that the oil was burning. Since I was the closest to it I left it off the stove but then all of a sudden the pan handle wasn’t hold the pan up straight and the hot boiling oil spilt all over my right hand and a little bit on my left foot. The two places where I was bitten and scratched in my dream. It was so painful. It was like someone poked me with hot needles a million times over and over.
Everybody stopped what they were doing and rushed to my side to see what had happen. Lets just say the top layer of my skinned was cook!! My hand curled up almost into a fist and I couldn’t move it cuz it would have hurt way to much! My medical was cuz so I couldn’t go there first. Instead my mom went and got me some medical that was really good for burns. The burn on my feet healed within two days and went back to my original skin tone. As for my hand it was healing but then it began to bleed again and again. I couldn’t sleep for awhile because I would constantly have bad dreams over and over. It was like one right after another.  Then I started getting real sick after two weeks and my hand wasn’t getting any better so we finally went to the doctor got it looked at, got the cream for it and it healed within 2 days but it never looked the same so I’m scared for life on my hand there.
Although my hand and feet healed I still wasn’t getting any better. I’ll get headaches in the morning but when the night time came I felt a bit better. I couldn’t go back to school and had to take about 2 months off work and just stayed home. Finally, my mom got so worried she got my aunt who is a shaman to come look at me and do this one thing for me and tied another red string for me. My mom also had one for me on my ankle after she talked to me aunt. I was so sick that I was dozing on and off during the whole thing. All I remember my aunt and mom saying is that he is not human and I am so he needs to go away and find someone like him and not a living person who isn’t willing to go with him and that I must have fought real hard to even still be here this long.
After all that I went through he finally left me alone and I started to gain back my weight and strength. But every now and then I would get really bad dreams about someone that I love. I always pay attention to those because as soon as I get up from it I would get a phone called about that person. And every time something or someone is going to come visit me that isn’t human, I know because I would get that edgy feeling so I either change my position or go sleep somewhere. 


Your story is just creepy and scary...tell more!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on April 28, 2010, 07:10:42 PM
I guess I will finally share one after all 100 pages read, not even done yet.

Well, my BIL knew of a friend who lost his 1 year old due to Luekimia. The mom went into a trance for a long time and didn't want to bury the child. She would hold all his toys and carry it around for the longest time. Well, when they finally did his funeral, the morning my BIL and the dad along with some friends went early to set up, and there was rice all over the funeral home. They went to look into the bucket of rice and there was only about 1/4 of the way of rice left, so the guys decided to dump the rice out of the bin, since there was not much left, but 3 of the guys could not lift it, once they got it lifted and poured the rice out, it kept pouring like the bin was still full.

Once the funeral was over, they did a shaman jingle bell and the baby told the mom that he was very happy that his mom had loved him so much. He said he wanted his little orange toy that his mom keeps carrying around because she missed him. He loves her very much but would like that toy, so they had to burn it for him. He also said the reason he had to leave was because he was never meant to be her son. He came in the form of a baby spirit and waiting to be born in their family, but his real parents were his Dad's older brother and wife. But when he came to be born, his supposed to be parents had just gotten separated and divorced before he was born, so he didn't know where to go, so he went into his mom instead. So after he was born, little angels came back to take him to be reborn to his new proper parents, of which has no relations to their family. He also said, he was mad that they withheld his funeral too long, because he needed to be reborn to his new parents. But they wouldn't do his funeral and tso plis. (Pardon my hmong spelling). So he finally said good by and never came back.


So now I'm thinking just....hmmm.. ..is that why some babies are late and don't come at the time of their due dates? Because they haven't tso plis yet? lol I dunno
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on April 29, 2010, 04:03:09 PM
10 years ago 3 days after my wedding i had gotten into a minor fender bender and the police was called. being that i was a bad girl i had a few warrants out on me. i was in the holding cell for a week until my bond was paid and by then my husband had already left home to cali. i didnt get to say anything to him or see him off so i was very sad.

the court wouldnt allow me to leave so i was stuck in the midwest for about 7 months trying to clean up the mess that i caused.

i was very lonely, angry at myself and cried almost every night.

i remembered one evening a month after being stuck in the midwest i was sitting on the couch alone in the living room talking to my husband on the phone i noticed a very large black shadow moved really fast from the wall beside me to the corner and disappered into it. i didnt think much of it and shrugged it off cause the thought of me missing my husband was more than fear. well we talked far into the morning cause i remember looking at the clock on the wall and it was just a little past 3am. since he worked grave yard it didnt bother him being up that late. we talked alittle more and i glanced up at the clock again and it was close to 4am. i guess i must of fell alseep on him cause that was the last thing i remembered i didnt remember saying my good byes and i love yous to him.

I woke up to my sister calling my name softly, sitting in front of me rocking back and forth side to side sitting in an indian position and had this odd looking wide smile from one ear to the other telling me to get up and sleep with her in her bedroom. my eyes still blurry and my balance kinda off i struggle to get up from the sofa. i felt her hand grab hold of mine to help me stablize my balance. her hand was ice cold. i immediatly let go of her had and as i did she was already at the entrance hallway. weird??!! that was fast. i followed her down the hallway i was two doors away from her as i looked up she was at her door waving her hand motioned to me to come in the room. i walked in and to my suprise she was in bed already snoring with drool down her fat cheeks. i looked at the her digital clock and it was 5 after four. i thought to myself, was i dreaming? or did all this happen? i climbed into bed with her and layed next to her by the wall and kept thinking to myself was it her or something  that we couldnt see that is living in the house. i kept staring at her to see if she'll crake a smile and wake up and say im just playing im not asleep. but she was sound asleep. i asked her in the morning to see if it was her that woke me up from the couch to sleep with her she said no. she was in bed already at 11 and never woke up.

i have a few more to tell
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_love_Assistant_OK on April 29, 2010, 06:13:29 PM
I came upon something really, really strange once. This was  when my cousin was out of state to study for the quarter. Anyway, I have a paper that was due the coming weekend so I spent the whole day reading and researching for information to support my thesis statement. It was around 7 pm or so and I went to lied down on my bed. When I was about to close my eyes, I felt something strange in my presence. I could feel like there was someone there watching me. Suddenly, I couldn't moved. I feel like somebody is holding me down on the bed and was on-top of me. At the corner of my eyes, it seemed like that something was a dark shadow. I could feel him coming to me and lying on top of me. I feel so scared. I wanted to scream and yelled for help because i know that my other cousin is on the other room, but I just couldn't yelled anything out. I couldn't even move no matter how hard I tried. I just got scared and lied there. After a while, it seems like whatever that is, it wasn't there anymore. When I realized that I could moved my arms and legs again, I stood up and looked around my room. There was nothing there. I tried to blush it off as nothing--that I just have sleep sleep paralysis but then even now, I know what I saw and felt. I wasn't even sleeping yet so how can I experienced sleep paralysis. ---- Later I realized when talking to my cousin and other people that this could be a case of "FAT-Lying" (sorry I don't know how to spell the Hmong word for it....this is the best word I can come up with atm) that a lot of Hmong people also experienced too.

Please excuse if it makes no sense to you guys!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on April 30, 2010, 03:11:59 AM
Continued from my last experience.

On a late cool evening during the middle of july I sat outside in the front patio on the stairs crying on the phone to my husband telling him I want to come home cause I miss him. He comforted me and told me he'll buy me a plane ticket as soon as I'm done with my court stuff and he'll come pick me up in person at the airport.  Him telling me that put me at ease knowing that even though I f'ed up he was still willing to be me made me feel better. So since it was getting close to his work time we had said our good byes and I love yous we hung up. I decided to sit out there a little longer to have a smoke and enjoy the cool air. As I sat there enjoying my smoke. I heard heavy breathing to my right side like a man that had bad respitory problems. I thought it was me I held my breath so I can hear better. Before I exhaled I heard it again like it was right in front of me. I got so spooked I got up with the quickness and bolted through the front door to my moms room. I told her what happened. She asked if I was crying outside....I stuttered and said yes why? She told me to never cry outside cause I can attract other lonely sprits like me wondering about outside and they can take my soul from my body. From that day forth I took her advise and never cried out there ever again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on April 30, 2010, 10:31:57 AM
i had a weird experience once...
this happened in high school, i was prob a freshman at this time. During this time, the G-Line was popular among hmong teens. Anyways, my bff, introduced me to the g-line and we lefted msgs for other  ppl and stuff. one of the guys we who conversed with, his name is LEE, he wanted her home phone to call her. my bff has 2 separate phone lines, one for home and one for internet use only (dial up was popular at this time) so she gave him the internet phone to call...this line was also hooked up with caller id. when the guy called, no number showed up on the caller id, it didn't even say private or anything. but w/e...we all talked with the guy for about an hour or so. he told us about him, his fam and interest and what not. anyways, the phone suddenly went dead and the guy never called back so we got bored and decided to play the Ouija board.
being my crafty self, i made one from a notebook paper (so we can burn after use) we weren't too crazy and didn't ask dumb questions about the "ghost" but rather stuff like...when will i get marry. does so n so like me...so forth. randomly...i asked about "lee", and asked what his phone number was. so the Ouija board spelled it out a 612 # (which lee claimed he was from Minneapolis) i jotted down the number and didn't call til the next morning.
anyways...foll owing morning, prob around noon, my bff was like, hey you should call that number. so i went ahead and dialed and asked for lee. it was an elderly women who answered the phone. when i asked for lee, she asked who i was and how i knew him. so i told her we met through a chat line and (LIED) that he gave us his number. the lady started balling saying that lee died 2 years ago already. she has asked if we had contact with him and what he said. i just told her he talked about his family and how he loves them n stuff. i was freaked out, so i apologized and hung up. weird stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on April 30, 2010, 10:56:32 AM
another weird story... sorry this is going to be SUPER LONG!!! but i didnt feel like splitting it up in several posts

before i got married, the bedroom that i use to sleep in...weird things would always happen. i ALWAYS got sat on. as soon as i close my eyes and doze off for 5 minutes, i can feel it creeping up on me (always starts on my feet then gradually making its way to my shoulders)
when it first started, i use to run to my parents room n sleep with them. i tell them everytime it happens but they always make up some excuses that its nothing.
this happened daily for a good 6 months...my dad put branches around my bed...put a knife under my bed, knife under my pillow, those blk/white rope things tied in knots under my pillow, those red triangle pouches, bracelets, necklaces (all that good stuff) and it still comes back. the weird thing was that...everyti me we try something new it went away for a week, then starts happening again.
it eventually gotten to the point where i was literally afraid to sleep in my own room (im the only daughter so no one to share with) throughout this time...some weird events happened...ill share a few of the events

for example: this was on sat morning, my brother asked me to drive him to his friends house. i dropped him off and came back home. i was tired so i layed on my bed for 5 minutes, my door was closed. in my middrift...i heard my brother calling my name (he's not home)...he kept repeating it and opened my door, and he kept saying my name over n over again.im a bit hazy at this point, my computer chair was next to my bed, i see a figure sitting there i thought it was one of my brothers...so i reached out but it vanished....at that exact time...i felt this heavy pressure starting from my feet making its way up...i shouted O shit, no this cant be happening right now. i tried to fight it off but eventually gave up and wait for it to dissappear...a fter 5 intense long minutes the pressure lifted and ran the F outta my room. i asked my other bro's if my brother(the one i just dropped off) came home. they said no. hour later my brother called me to go pick him up, i told him what happened and he said he never came home. til this day...i dont know why the 'thing" disguised its voice as my brothers.

another time... this happened after i got married n moved out. my husband is christian, hes prob never even seen a ghost in his whole dang life or got sat on. he use to think im crazy and doesnt believe me when i tell him my past experiences. on our wedding night...we slept in my room. the negotiating thing was still going on in the living room. we were dead tired from all the running around all day. as we laid in bed i kept hearing footsteps creaking around the bed...i knew what it was but he didnt...i was too tired to give a crap at that time and fell asleep. the next morning, the hub told me he got sat on, he heard footsteps walkin all arond the bed all night, and then it came closer to his feet and he got sat on...he didnt sleep the whole night. ever since that incident, the hub will not sleep in that room everytime we visit..

when i got married and moved out...my bro took over, he got sat on every day. then he got married, both him n his wife got sat on. then they had a kid...the baby wakes up and cried EVERYDAY after 1:00am...eventua lly my parents did a ua neej thing...and the lady told them that a spirit lives in the closet...but they didnt mention anything about how to get rid of it, or where it came from? til this day its still happening...my brother n his wife moved out... none of the younger siblings want that room. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on April 30, 2010, 03:30:11 PM
These are some pretty wacked up stories.  For those of you who do experience paranormal activities, do you guys ever consider calling ghost hunters or investigators?  I think it would be a great way for them to validate some of your claims, and maybe you can even share the evidence that was collected with us fellow Ph'ers.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on April 30, 2010, 03:42:30 PM
This isn't a story related to Hmong, but there is a Ghost Hunting team in Wausau that do a lot of these investigations involving the paranormal.  I don't want to copy & paste the case document on their website to the forum here, but, this is probably one of the most disturbing cases I've read on their site.

http://www.pat-wausau.org/cases/Private%20Residence%20in%20Southern%20Wisconsin.html (http://www.pat-wausau.org/cases/Private%20Residence%20in%20Southern%20Wisconsin.html)

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on April 30, 2010, 11:36:54 PM
I came upon something really, really strange once. It was the spring of 2009 when my cousin was out of town for school. She went to studied out of state for the quarter. She was my roommate. When she went away for the quarter, I had the room to myself. Her bed, clothes, study tables, and little things are all still there. Anyway, during one Saturday afternoon, I gathered up all my dirty laundry and put it inside my basket. I was going to do my laundry at my apartment complex laundry place. Anyway, I looked inside my purse to see if I have enough coins to go do my laundry. I only found six quarters inside. I put the six quarters on the right side of my bed then I went and look inside my piggy bank for more quarters. No lucks! inside my piggy bank was coins smaller than 25 cent. So I went back to my purse and took out three green dollars. I was going to biked to the nearby store to exchange it for quarters. However, when I sat down on my bed again, there was four other quarters on my bed about a few inches away from the original six quarters that I had. They were nicely placed on the bed. I was so confused because I know for sure that I only had six quarters. I even counted my quarters before and there was only six. I know that I only put down six quarters on the bed with no other coins. There was no way I could have gotten four more quarters right next to my original six, nicely placed too. This freaked me out because I thought I was going to go crazy. I questioned myself like did I forgot to do my math right or something? However, no matter how I think and think back about what I did, there was no way that I could have miss counted the quarters. I only had six quarters, that's it...no more or no less. However, I still don't know how in the hell the extra four other quarters got there. I know for sure that I didn't take anything out of my piggy bank because there was no quarters inside. At the same time when I noticed the four quarters, I had a strange feeling that I wasn't alone. I got so scared so I called my mom. I cried while I was telling her because I was scared and confused. However,  My mom just told me to use it. She said that my grandparents probably just wanted to help me because I didn't have enough money for my laundry. I am a pretty reasonably person and I know my math so there is no way that I couldn't miss counted the quarters.

Another story that happened in the same room! This was also when my cousin was out of state to study for the quarter. Anyway, I have a paper that was due the coming weekend so I spent the whole day reading and researching for information to support my thesis statement. It was around 7 pm or so and I went to lied down on my bed. When I was about to close my eyes, I felt something strange in my presence. I could feel like there was someone there watching me. Suddenly, I couldn't moved. I feel like somebody is holding me down on the bed and was on-top of me. At the corner of my eyes, it seemed like that something was a dark shadow. I could feel him coming to me and lying on top of me. I feel so scared. I wanted to scream and yelled for help because i know that my other cousin is on the other room, but I just couldn't yelled anything out. I couldn't even move no matter how hard I tried. I just got scared and lied there. After a while, it seems like whatever that is, it wasn't there anymore. When I realized that I could moved my arms and legs again, I stood up and looked around my room. There was nothing there. I tried to blush it off as nothing--that I just have sleep sleep paralysis but then even now, I know what I saw and felt. I wasn't even sleeping yet so how can I experienced sleep paralysis. ---- Later I realized when talking to my cousin and other people that this could be a case of "FAT-Lying" (sorry I don't know how to spell the Hmong word for it....this is the best word I can come up with atm) that a lot of Hmong people also experienced too.

Please excuse if it makes no sense to you guys!!!

perhaps your parents were right...someti mes we have special people that had passed watching over us, somewhat like a guardian angel.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on April 30, 2010, 11:57:23 PM
i had a weird experience once...
this happened in high school, i was prob a freshman at this time. During this time, the G-Line was popular among hmong teens. Anyways, my bff, introduced me to the g-line and we lefted msgs for other  ppl and stuff. one of the guys we who conversed with, his name is LEE, he wanted her home phone to call her. my bff has 2 separate phone lines, one for home and one for internet use only (dial up was popular at this time) so she gave him the internet phone to call...this line was also hooked up with caller id. when the guy called, no number showed up on the caller id, it didn't even say private or anything. but w/e...we all talked with the guy for about an hour or so. he told us about him, his fam and interest and what not. anyways, the phone suddenly went dead and the guy never called back so we got bored and decided to play the Ouija board.
being my crafty self, i made one from a notebook paper (so we can burn after use) we weren't too crazy and didn't ask dumb questions about the "ghost" but rather stuff like...when will i get marry. does so n so like me...so forth. randomly...i asked about "lee", and asked what his phone number was. so the Ouija board spelled it out a 612 # (which lee claimed he was from Minneapolis) i jotted down the number and didn't call til the next morning.
anyways...foll owing morning, prob around noon, my bff was like, hey you should call that number. so i went ahead and dialed and asked for lee. it was an elderly women who answered the phone. when i asked for lee, she asked who i was and how i knew him. so i told her we met through a chat line and (LIED) that he gave us his number. the lady started balling saying that lee died 2 years ago already. she has asked if we had contact with him and what he said. i just told her he talked about his family and how he loves them n stuff. i was freaked out, so i apologized and hung up. weird stuff.


*sighs* I remember the gline days.   :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on May 04, 2010, 09:06:48 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on May 05, 2010, 02:57:57 PM
On a late cold and misty night, actually it was after midnight, my parents were on their way to pick up my brother at Mickey D.  They had to drive through the long 1/2 mile long gravel road to get to the pavement.  My dad noticed that the headlight was flickering, so he stopped to inspect the headlights a few hundred feet prior to the pavement.  All of sudden, my mom told my dad to get in just go before they're late pick up my brother. 

Either when they got home or in the morning when my mom told my dad what happened during the time he was inspecting the car, she saw those white little ghost.  She didn't want us to be affraid of it, so i wasn't aware of the situation until after my husband and i went back to visit from CA.  Ewwww....whene ver my husband and i approach the area, he'd always joke about it and i would always get mad.  Of course, he has a big mouth.....I don't like to travel/go anywhere after midnight.

Anyways, the older folks at my parents' village see a few paranormal sightings, but they don't make a big deal about.  By the way, they live in the boonies of NC.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on May 05, 2010, 07:01:25 PM
 :-\  Remember how i say my husband have a big mouth.  Last memorial weekend, we (my husband's family) went camping and there goes my husband's big mouth, again.

A few of the guys were joking about "what if a ghost appears" and yada...yada... early in the AM, after we'all went to sleep, we started to hear foot steps.  the nex night, the guys tied cans w/ fihing lines around our camp....scarry thought....the n later that summer, another camping trip, my husband wanted to go to the hunted campground, as per our in-laws told him.  we didn't go, because our dad-in-law said not there.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on May 06, 2010, 01:22:24 AM
When I drove down to Milwaukee to visit my older sis, I saw a helium balloon drag across the street as if a child was holding on to the string.  The odd thing was that it was drag midair across the pavement when the light turned green for walk.  We were inside my car and thought it was rather strange. 

I can imagine the spook in that. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on May 06, 2010, 06:24:54 PM
           Ok, here's one of my stories that just happened to my brother and SIL and even myself that had experience it.  Well story goes like this my brother and SIL had been planning to move out and was looking to rent a home.  But being my brother a gangster he couldn't blend in with the other hmong neighborhood and only wanted a "white" neighborhood one that cause no violence to his family of three.  They found this really nice home for rent in a seniority neighborhood.  These home are the one without a sidewalk.  The house was really beautiful and built of bricks.  They contacted the owner and he was renting it for only 900 a month.  That was really cheap, the reason being was the owner son and girlfriend didn't want to live there anymore. 

       During the first day they move some stuff there they brung their childrens and one of them had claim to seen a person setting at the stair.  He told me this after i got upstairs from unloading the washer/dryer.  Well i told him to tell his mom(is my SIL) hes only 6 years old and hes mom got kind of crept out and yelled at him.  Therefore the son just shut up about it and  so me and one of my older brother(a apprentice shaman) checked out the house and found nothing and thought nothing of it.  So my dad came and swept the house with those hmong paper and chanting for any spirits to go out.

     My brother and SIL wanted me to drop off my mom to watch the kids at their new house which had cable for my mom to watch.  While there we would always here some really loud thumping noises like someone jumping but my brother told me it was the sum-pump incase water flood into the house.  So that ease my tension around the noises.  During the 3rd week of my bro and SIL living there called my mom.  She told her last night they went to sleep at their friends house because there was something in the house.  My bro works 3rd shift so around 10:30 he would leave to work and my SIL will be home. She hears water running and someone keeps calling her name.  She would also hear birds calling/crying noises at around 12:00pm and living room pillow will be on the floors.  Being a rather smart person she didnt answer the voice nor did she get up to check it out.  It had also became attach to my brother and SIL second son who was only 4 years old.  He wasn't scard of the spirit but kept communicating to him and telling him that uncle wants them out.  This continues for a few days and my SIL started to get sick and lose her voice a bit and was taking medicine and out of no-where the second son says mommy uncle says drink some hot cocoa and it'll make you better.  This continues for 3 days and my older brother had his master burn incest to check if there was anything their and truth be told there was an old man spirit living there and wants them out or worse will come.  That the spirit cannot be forced out because that is his home and plus they're only renting so it's not polite to do that.  My SIL friends came by the house with peach tree branches to wack it out but it got even angrier and more stuff started to happen.  Well later that night my parents went to sleep over the house with my brother and SIL and also i went with my older brother/older SIL to their place.  My older brother who can see spirits and contact it around 8pm talked to it in the living room.  I swear the living room got so cold that i can see my breath and it was literally 80 degree outside.  You can sense something there because my heart was thumping really fast and once my older brother told the old man that they will move and give them a week to move.  The spirit got angry and turn off the tv and said only 3 days.  So we move everything in three days but my older brother had to tie a string around their family because the spirit is mostly after them.

   On the last day of moving, I drove a jeep and it was parked near the garage and the rest trucks behind me.  Initially I(I was the only one driving the jeep) was the last one to leave and saw something that look like and a shadow trying to sit next to me in the car and i was like oh no then threw all the junk there.  Speeded out of the driveway and towards my other brothers.  When i got home my SIL says that there was a shadow there earlier but didn't say anything about it to us.  So all this happened within a month and the scary part was that I was their experiencing it too.

The house is in Brown Deer, Wisconsin 1block south of a really fancy country club.  Sorry if its kind of long and not that interesting to you guys but shet i still be scare at home knowing they move back in with us.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on May 07, 2010, 10:33:14 AM
hmoobcola, dang that some scary stuff!!!
i dont know the full story, but heard details from my mother. my aunt's son, his friend passed away. and that dead friend followed him to his house. my aunts son is also married with a child. weird things kept happening to him and his family. for example like, son's toys start moving, foot steps in bedroom, a dent on their bed, and so forth. supposedly, a shaman came and did something and told that spirit friend to leave. the shaman told him not to drive by this deads friends house anymore...i guess which he ended up doing at one point, bc it came back and weird stuff started happening again. iono what happened after though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lorb on May 11, 2010, 11:35:04 AM
When my mom was still a little girl. She lived in a village that was being terrorized by a tiger. So at night they would set up a grenade trap on a road where they saw the tiger tracks, but weeks came and just more horses and cows went. (the road splited into two and reconnected) So oneday they put eggs and dolls on one road and the trap on the other. the next morning the tiger was found dead. My mom Says it was the size of a large horse, but anyways the story is that with the tiger were those things..... dont know how to spell it but the little demon girls. Anyways they protected the tiger but since they went the other way to play with the dolls and the eggs, the tiger was vulnerable and killed. The skin of the tiger was hung up on the.... i guess u can say major' house... but anyways later on the night the major's wife heard the little demon girls come say.... daddy daddy let's go....... and he replied......a ll i am now is skin, they have eaten all my meat i can't come with u guys anymore.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lorb on May 11, 2010, 11:39:54 AM
Here is another one... Short one... My grandpa was killed because he killed a tiger.... he went hunting killed a tiger and the villagers went with him to find it.....and hmong people,being really loud and happy whenever a meal comes....they were like who killed it and they replied my g-pa's name.... later on he got sick and died. The demon girls got him...im pretty sure.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on May 11, 2010, 03:42:24 PM
When my mom was still a little girl. She lived in a village that was being terrorized by a tiger. So at night they would set up a grenade trap on a road where they saw the tiger tracks, but weeks came and just more horses and cows went. (the road splited into two and reconnected) So oneday they put eggs and dolls on one road and the trap on the other. the next morning the tiger was found dead. My mom Says it was the size of a large horse, but anyways the story is that with the tiger were those things..... dont know how to spell it but the little demon girls. Anyways they protected the tiger but since they went the other way to play with the dolls and the eggs, the tiger was vulnerable and killed. The skin of the tiger was hung up on the.... i guess u can say major' house... but anyways later on the night the major's wife heard the little demon girls come say.... daddy daddy let's go....... and he replied......a ll i am now is skin, they have eaten all my meat i can't come with u guys anymore.




That's one spooky story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on May 11, 2010, 04:06:26 PM
           Ok, here's one of my stories ....

Yikes.  That's pretty close to home for me.  What street is it on in Brown Deer?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on May 11, 2010, 05:58:11 PM
Yikes.  That's pretty close to home for me.  What street is it on in Brown Deer?

2nd. wanna drive by it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: passingby#2 on May 11, 2010, 06:00:42 PM
When my mom was still a little girl. She lived in a village that was being terrorized by a tiger. So at night they would set up a grenade trap on a road where they saw the tiger tracks, but weeks came and just more horses and cows went. (the road splited into two and reconnected) So oneday they put eggs and dolls on one road and the trap on the other. the next morning the tiger was found dead. My mom Says it was the size of a large horse, but anyways the story is that with the tiger were those things..... dont know how to spell it but the little demon girls. Anyways they protected the tiger but since they went the other way to play with the dolls and the eggs, the tiger was vulnerable and killed. The skin of the tiger was hung up on the.... i guess u can say major' house... but anyways later on the night the major's wife heard the little demon girls come say.... daddy daddy let's go....... and he replied......a ll i am now is skin, they have eaten all my meat i can't come with u guys anymore.




 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Images on May 12, 2010, 02:30:21 PM
wow... scarey! stuff....


I don't want to go to the bathroom alone now!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sylliye on May 13, 2010, 11:57:12 AM
This story happened to my husband when he was about 14-15 yrs old. There was a grandma who passed away and my husband and his friends were some of the few that went to stay at the house, while others were at the funeral place.

My husband was tired and found a room with less people and slept on the bed while everyone around him was playing cards and talking away. After a while of napping, he woke up to find that no one else was in the room. It was probably just a little after sunrise and so he went out to the living room.

Everyone was sitting in one corner of the house and just stared at him. Someone finally asked him if he saw her. My husband replied and said saw who? He was puzzled and so they told him that the room he slept in was the deceased grandma's room. When they were all in that room, they heard footsteps towards the bathroom and everyone rushed out to the living room and left him in the room. No one came to wake him up or get him because they were too scared.

My husband told them that he didn't see anything, but while he was napping on the bed, he felt as if someone walked right passed him and in slow motion, he can hear the sandals (asian sandals) making that flip flop noise going towards the bathroom. He heard it close the door and turn on the shower and heard nothing else after that until he woke up with complete quietness in that room.

He was too tired to think that it would have been the deceased person's spirit. He only thought that the people staying there were walking in and out and someone took a shower.

A while after the funeral, everyone laughs at him about how everyone was scared shitless and he just slept in that room like nothing happened. My husband says at that time, he didn't know that it could have been the grandma so he wasn't scared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on May 21, 2010, 12:19:54 AM
What a Dead Thread.......L et me help jump start


     Back in Laos when my mom was a kid, she was playing with a bunch of other kids at a funeral. She remembers seeing a kid wearing white that was playing with them the whole day. Not until she grew older that she realized Hmong people don't wear white.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mslinalee on May 24, 2010, 05:17:04 PM
I have my own experince with ghost too . :) Sorry this is like SUPER long . Haha it happened the first night , then the next day all day .


It was back in 2006 , 4 years ago , in my house and currently i'm still living in now . It's a 2 story house plus the basement , and the basement has 2 bedrooms , a big living room ( at the time ), a bathroom , and a laundry room . So mainly it's like a a second living room or whatever you want to call it .
Will, it was during summer 06 when it was just my older brother , his wife , my cousin , my cousin's girlfriend (at the time now it's his ex-gf , plus she was my sisternlaw's sister) , and me . Plus my grandma home alone . Since that summer during the end of the week in june my parents left to NC to visit some realative .

The first incident happened the day they left that night , it was my birthday and my sisternlaw's birthday that week . So we stayed down stiars and dranked some alochol and everything to celebrate . That night my little cousin (about 13 or so i think) came over with his brother (the one that is going out with my sisterinlaw's sister) . And as far as I know he can see things and he really can and feel unwanted spirts there and stuff and he can also do those hmong stuff . And in my room i don't have a door to my closet since i didn't have a closet we had to torn down the wall and share with my brother and his wife . So , that night we told my little cousin to sit next to the closet and he wouldn't he kept saying i would sit anywhere but not near that closet . And we were all just like what the hell , okay , sure then . But he didn't tell us until the next day that there was someone in that closet that kept looking at him that's why he didn't want to sit there , and it totally scared all of us .

And during that next day in the morning at 7am or something , it was already bright outside since it's summer you know . And me and my sisternlaw's sister were sleeping in my room . I saw a persons figure sitting at the end of the bed , of my step sister's bed . She was just sitting there . The ghostly figured looked like those old time women who wears the under white shirt before wearing the hmong clothes , and had her hair up in a bun . And my sisternlaw's sister saw a firgure standing next to my bed and was fixing my bed and trying to fix my blanket in stuff . And from what she described it was the same discription . When we went to look at my step-sisters picture on the top drawer . It was the exact same person figure . We didn't really tell each other what we saw until we looked the picture , because my sisternlaw's sister asked me how her mom looked like . It freaked us out and we got up and went to my brothers room and woke them up . But we didn't tell them . Until later .


And during that whole day , We wanted to throw my cousin's girlfriend a birthday party , so we did . But before we even started anything my sisternlaw and her sister went down stairs to do things . My sister in law was in her room getting her phone and her camera , and my sisternlaw's sister was in the downstairs bathroom . My sisternlaw's sister heard some things in the bath room like someone talking or mummbling to each other or something so she got scared and ran out . While at the time my sisternlaw was in her room she heard someone in her closet crying to themself and talking at the same time *(the closet is a shared closet between to bedrooms , BUT for some reason it's always very cold in the closet)* . They both ran up the stairs at the same time , didn't want to tell anyone what happened but we kept asking them what happened so they told us what happened . So have to we did my cousins birthday we called my mom in nc and she had to call my cousin's dad to tell him that we are going over to his house so he could tie a red string for us . And we told him everything that had happened since we were home alone . So we asked him since no one is home , if it was okay if his son came over and stayed with us and he said it was okay .


But after my parents came home we had to do a little jingle bell thing , and from what I know they said there was a little kid in that house his spirit is still probably there or left not really sure . And also the figure that me and my sisternlaw's sister saw was one of my step-sisters mother . From what I understand they said she came was because she probably thought I was her daughter cause I looked like her and was wondering who was sleeping in her daughter's bed. But that's only what they told me . I'm not really sure what really happened . But they also told me that my step-sister keeps calling for her mother to come and get her, since her mother past away .



Will , I'll tell more later there are so many stories that happned in that house , and we are still living in it til this day . The house has been empty for 6 years , and we moved in , and we've been living in the house since , 2005 . { 2005-2010 , 5 years and on going }
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on May 25, 2010, 01:15:18 PM
I have a scary ghost story to share.  But, I can't share it 'cause it's to scary. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: officegirl on May 25, 2010, 01:44:07 PM
So this happened to my uncle and grandpa in Laos.  They were hunting in the forest when my grandpa accidently shot a tiger.  My grandpa automatically knew what he shot and told my uncle to not look up for some reason.  They both ran as fast as they could back to the village.  They never told anyone what happen because they were so scary.  And sure enough, each week, someone was dying from illness or missing from hunting.  It got to the fourth week, that the village knew something was wrong, but they never had the chance to figure it out because the war happened and everyone moved out of the village.  It is a shame my uncle never saw what my grandpa saw, and my grandpa died in the war, so we may never know what he saw.
I’ve always been a silent reader..but since this thread looks like it is dying..i will contribute..lo l..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on May 25, 2010, 02:34:36 PM
So this happened to my uncle and grandpa in Laos.  They were hunting in the forest when my grandpa accidently shot a tiger.  My grandpa automatically knew what he shot and told my uncle to not look up for some reason.  They both ran as fast as they could back to the village.  They never told anyone what happen because they were so scary.  And sure enough, each week, someone was dying from illness or missing from hunting.  It got to the fourth week, that the village knew something was wrong, but they never had the chance to figure it out because the war happened and everyone moved out of the village.  It is a shame my uncle never saw what my grandpa saw, and my grandpa died in the war, so we may never know what he saw.
I’ve always been a silent reader..but since this thread looks like it is dying..i will contribute..lo l..


...If your uncle never saw what your grandpa saw, then he did not know what was shot.  And if your grandpa died in the war and you all don't know what he shot, how do you know now that your grandpa shot a tiger?

Hmm....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: officegirl on May 25, 2010, 03:24:24 PM
...If your uncle never saw what your grandpa saw, then he did not know what was shot.  And if your grandpa died in the war and you all don't know what he shot, how do you know now that your grandpa shot a tiger?

Hmm....

Sorry if I didn't clarify it but my uncle did saw my grandpa shot the tiger but after that my grandpa told him not to look up...so after the shot..thats when my uncle has no clue what happened
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: officegirl on May 25, 2010, 03:38:02 PM
okay another one!!!
So my dad told me that one time in Laos, he went to go court his girl at her home  which took a day to get there.  It was night time and you know how back in the old days, the guy would talk to the girl through her bedroom wall.  Well, my dad was getting his game on talking about this and that and after awhile he notice something white standing maybe a good 25 or 30 feet away from him.  He turned on his flashlight and sure enough it was a poj ntxooj ( I don’t know how you spell it).  My father said, he swear all the little hair on his neck were standing up.  My father describe her wardrobe as really dirty and smelling. 

The good thing my father said was that it appear she didn’t notice my dad being there.  He stated that she was clearly staring somewhere and was very concentrate but she didn’t see my dad.  My dad was hella scared and so he told his girlfriend to open the door so he can come in and his girlfriend didn’t believe him so my dad got desperate and was like, “ I don’t care if you believe me or not, wake up you parents if you have to, but let me inâ€.  So my father’s girlfriend woke up her parents and when they open the door, my dad pointed to the poj ntxooj and her dad was like, “oh my, son come in now.† That night, the family and my dad didn’t sleep, they were in the living the room the whole time talking and trying not to think what was outside of their house.  My dad didn’t return home until the sun came out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: addisonlee on May 25, 2010, 04:09:05 PM
okay another one!!!
So my dad told me that one time in Laos, he went to go court his girl at her home  which took a day to get there.  It was night time and you know how back in the old days, the guy would talk to the girl through her bedroom wall.  Well, my dad was getting his game on talking about this and that and after awhile he notice something white standing maybe a good 25 or 30 feet away from him.  He turned on his flashlight and sure enough it was a poj ntxooj ( I don’t know how you spell it).  My father said, he swear all the little hair on his neck were standing up.  My father describe her wardrobe as really dirty and smelling. 

The good thing my father said was that it appear she didn’t notice my dad being there.  He stated that she was clearly staring somewhere and was very concentrate but she didn’t see my dad.  My dad was hella scared and so he told his girlfriend to open the door so he can come in and his girlfriend didn’t believe him so my dad got desperate and was like, “ I don’t care if you believe me or not, wake up you parents if you have to, but let me inâ€.  So my father’s girlfriend woke up her parents and when they open the door, my dad pointed to the poj ntxooj and her dad was like, “oh my, son come in now.† That night, the family and my dad didn’t sleep, they were in the living the room the whole time talking and trying not to think what was outside of their house.  My dad didn’t return home until the sun came out.

dang... thats some bad luck pimping. lol.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on May 27, 2010, 01:46:16 PM
dang... thats some bad luck pimping. lol.  ;D

Dude got c0ck blocked lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on May 27, 2010, 01:51:44 PM
here are a couple from me that happened this past week.


so tuesday night comes and I'm laying on my bed. i'm in and out of my sleep when i heard my nephew come into my room. I didn't think much and tried to go back to bed. All of a sudden, i felt the foot of my bed go down like someone was stepping on it. I moved my feet but heard no sounds coming from anyone or anything. i looked over my shoulder to the door and realized that the door was closed the whole time. too tired to think, i just went back to bed!


another one happened to my niece that same night. so she's sitting in her room minding her own business when she felt a trickle of water dripped onto her face. she looked around her room and the ceiling but saw no where where water could have gone through.



ok, that's it for now!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MayTiabDennis on May 30, 2010, 07:56:37 PM
Well here's One I heard from One of My Cousin..


My Cousin he was like only but 18 or 19, right? And So He Has a Gf That Live up In MN and he lives in Texas (LOL hmong Texas) But like as I was saying, He asked one of his home boys To give him a ride to go see his gf all the way in MN. And So His Home Boy(four of his home boys three of his home boys went) said, "Yea, Sure Why not" and so the next morning they got up, got ready, and left. It was getting dark, it took them like 2 or 3 days or something to get to my cousin's girlfriend's place. As they got there they went inside her house(she lives by herself). One of my cousins home saw her reflection on the mirror and he told him, "Yo, man Your girlfriends a ghost." and my cousin said, "Man just chill she ain't no ghost."(they were in a guest room) and so they went into the living room they sat down on they couch, and my couin was talking blah blah blah unessecary stuff, and so his girlfriend went to go use the bathroom and my cousin was looking at her reflection too see if his home boy was telling him the truth, and so she went pass the mirror and my cousin saw his girlfriends reflection, he thought he had something a in eyes, but as she came out out the bathroom he saw it again. My cousin got so scared he told his home boys we're going home tonight(whispering as he said tthat). So as she was cooking , My cousin said, "Uhh, Hey we're gonna run off to the gas station." And she said, "Ok.", and so they all got in the car and drove off. and you can actually hear his home boys civic coupe go (sreach).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on May 31, 2010, 02:30:11 AM
first post and it had to be whack story about ur cousin's homeboy c0ckblocking him???? O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on May 31, 2010, 01:26:43 PM
Ghosts, need lovin too man.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MayTiabDennis on May 31, 2010, 06:50:36 PM
Some say If you tripped in a funeral,
that means you just bowed down to a spirit..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sarlboro on June 02, 2010, 03:08:31 PM
Some say If you tripped in a funeral,
that means you just bowed down to a spirit..

so in that case you have to have somebody to call you soul back.  if not what will happen?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sarlboro on June 02, 2010, 03:30:35 PM
too much fun to read all this creepy stories in here.  i only read at work nor at home give me chills sense.

This one time, me and my friends  we went to play paintball at this abandon house off the freeway.  We got there around 3 pm and played couples game and the last game we played was playing as polices and banks robbering.  Starting to getting dark, the sun already set.  For me and my 5 other teammates, we played banks robbering so we had to stay inside the house and others staying out of the house.  The game lasted for 15 minutes and its late getting darker and darker.  I saw this black figure from the other side of another room and keep swing back and forth.  I thought i was my guy and i called him he keep answer me, Its just me.

to be continue
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on June 02, 2010, 07:52:22 PM
here's one i heard this past weekend.


one of my cousins and his friends went hunting for deers. One of the friends had recently lost his wife a couple of months prior to the hunting event. Well, he went alone into the woods and climbed up a tree. There was this meeka hunter that came around the area and he saw a hmong lady in hmong clothes looking up the tree where the hmong guy was. After awhile, the hmong guy came down. the meeka guy saw the hmong dude and asked him if he brought his wife because he saw her looking up that tree. the hmong guy got scared, grabbed my cousin and left the hunting area.



here's another one i heard over the weekend. It's about my niece, youa. the one where she's very sensitive to the supernatural world. well, anyway, one of her brothers said that her heard knocking coming from her window.He told his mom and all she said that it must have been some guy but when Youa's little sister heard it, she said it wasn't and that whoever knocked on her window was not human. Their mom didn't believe them. My niece, Youa, is always hearing knocks coming from her window or from the laundry room.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on June 03, 2010, 12:39:23 AM
(http://www.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/63448eab5709f25ea68d7c33e4436194_scary_ghost-3388.gif)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sarlboro on June 03, 2010, 12:46:13 PM
(http://www.layoutlocator.com/graphics/dldimg/63448eab5709f25ea68d7c33e4436194_scary_ghost-3388.gif)

is this the scary ghost?
Title: Re: Share ghost stories
Post by: sarlboro on June 03, 2010, 12:49:34 PM
my mil saw some thing strange following them on the side of the mirror driving on hwy 1 coming back from Fresno...

it was early on in the morning when that thing just all of a sudden appeared...on that certain hwy in that specific area, there was a major car crash involving a woman and her child...every so often, people will see someone strange on the side of the road walking like she's looking for someone... :o :o :o

okay...getting the chills...i'll stop now...but whenever we do go visit my inlaws, my eyes are always close and make my husband drive instead...

holly sheet, i heard similiar story too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on June 04, 2010, 10:31:44 AM
I work right next to a cemetary and that pix was NOT FUNNY!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WeirdUnda on June 05, 2010, 09:29:09 AM
the monster looks retarded!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 06, 2010, 09:46:01 PM
dude, all monsters are suppose to be retarded. that's why their so scary looking all the time to us human. just saying, if you bump into a regular person in the middle of the wood you'll be a little scared but if you bump into a retard you'll be FREAK OUT!.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MaivKaus on June 07, 2010, 01:21:16 PM
This happened to me in the middle of last night around 2 a.m. and I thought it was pretty scary. So, I always lock my door when I go to sleep and my family usually doesn't have a problem with that. Well, while I was sleeping, I heard sounds coming from my door knob as if someone was trying to come in by lightly twisting the knob left to right to wake me up. But never has anyone done that to me in the middle of the night. It was from inside my room! I thought I was dreaming so I ignored it. Then around 30-45 minutes later, I woke up to get a drink and saw that the living room door was unlocked- my family and I always make sure everything is locked and in place before we head to our beds.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MaivKaus on June 07, 2010, 01:23:03 PM
I have more to tell.  :) Buuutttt be back later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FOREVER_SNY on June 07, 2010, 03:04:07 PM
I guess I will finally share one after all 100 pages read, not even done yet.

Well, my BIL knew of a friend who lost his 1 year old due to Luekimia. The mom went into a trance for a long time and didn't want to bury the child. She would hold all his toys and carry it around for the longest time. Well, when they finally did his funeral, the morning my BIL and the dad along with some friends went early to set up, and there was rice all over the funeral home. They went to look into the bucket of rice and there was only about 1/4 of the way of rice left, so the guys decided to dump the rice out of the bin, since there was not much left, but 3 of the guys could not lift it, once they got it lifted and poured the rice out, it kept pouring like the bin was still full.

Once the funeral was over, they did a shaman jingle bell and the baby told the mom that he was very happy that his mom had loved him so much. He said he wanted his little orange toy that his mom keeps carrying around because she missed him. He loves her very much but would like that toy, so they had to burn it for him. He also said the reason he had to leave was because he was never meant to be her son. He came in the form of a baby spirit and waiting to be born in their family, but his real parents were his Dad's older brother and wife. But when he came to be born, his supposed to be parents had just gotten separated and divorced before he was born, so he didn't know where to go, so he went into his mom instead. So after he was born, little angels came back to take him to be reborn to his new proper parents, of which has no relations to their family. He also said, he was mad that they withheld his funeral too long, because he needed to be reborn to his new parents. But they wouldn't do his funeral and tso plis. (Pardon my hmong spelling). So he finally said good by and never came back.


So now I'm thinking just....hmmm.. ..is that why some babies are late and don't come at the time of their due dates? Because they haven't tso plis yet? lol I dunno



so what is his name bc i have a cousin who baby pass away from the same illness..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on June 07, 2010, 03:31:59 PM
This is an actual Ghost Case taken from http://www.pat-wausau.org/cases/Private%20Residence%20in%20Southern%20Wisconsin.html (http://www.pat-wausau.org/cases/Private%20Residence%20in%20Southern%20Wisconsin.html)

CASE REVIEW- PRIVATE RESIDENCE – SOUTHERN, WI

SYNOPSIS

On May 23, 2008 at approximately 6:30 pm, Wausau Paranormal Research Society Investigators James Coscio, Angela Spialek, Alyssa Brogli, and Shawn Blaschka investigated the clients residence in Southern, Wisconsin. The family reported paranormal activity occurs on a regular basis. The most noticeable incidents have been experienced between 10:30 pm and 5:00 am.  All family members and a few of their close friends are witness to these events. The client has lived in the residence since September of 2007. The family believes some of the activity may be from a deceased family member who met an untimely end, and may have a message for the family.

PARANORMAL ACTIVITY THAT WAS REPORTED

• Family members and friends have experienced feelings of being watched by someone or something in different areas of the home.

• Phantom noises of crashing pots, pans and knives from the kitchen area are often heard.  When the family investigates, there is nothing out of order.

• Electrical phenomenon, lights, stereo, and television will turn on and off without anyone near the items.

• When the couple sleeps they are suddenly awakened by a strong presence and report the feeling of being watched from the doorway in
the master bedroom.

• The children have reported a black shadow person on the wall in the downstairs family room (the former pool area) of the house.

• One of the children has reported hearing disembodied male voices having a discussion outside of his bedroom window.  The content is indiscernible except for that male voices can be recognized.

• A softball sized orb has been witnessed on the stairwell leading down to the family room from the kitchen by the eldest boy,
and girl at the residence.

•The youngest female child in the residence has had lengthy conversations and plays with an unseen female presence on a regular
basis that appears to be friendly and protective.

• The family's two dogs refuse to go downstairs via a stairwell located in the family room (formerly a pool area).

• Family members have caught movements out of the corner of their eyes, as if someone were in the room or walking past the doors.

• Family members report having been touched or lightly brushed by unseen hands.

• Small items such as keys; papers; and pictures have been moved from their original spots.  At times, the pictures are turned
from their original positions and placed face down from inside a locked cabinet.


•One family member witnessed an apparition of a former family member, now deceased.  The deceased family member was seen standing
in the front yard looking into the living room window.  She appeared in the custom Harley Davidson Jacket and same pair of jeans which
she was dressed in at her funeral in 2005.  When the family member looked again, she had disappeared.

• The children reported that they locked the doors prior to going to bed and have often found the same doors unlocked and sometimes open when checked later.  It should be noted that the deceased family member was buried with a house key.

INVESTIGATION RESULTS

Our investigators used the following equipment: Natural and Tri-Field EMF Meters; Thermal Temperature Probes; Digital Cameras; Digital voice recorders; analog Geiger counter; and a notepad and pen for sketching the layout of the home.  The clients gave us a tour of the home and a brief explanation of the paranormal activity that has been experienced by the family.  Prior to the beginning of the investigation, baseline readings, measurements, and temperatures were taken.  The first floor areas recorded temperatures between 60-68 degrees.  EMF and Geiger counter readings registered as normal.  The only fluctuations recorded were near the electrical outlets and appliances in the home.  EVP sessions were conducted throughout the home by Coscio; Spialek; Blaschka; and Brogli.   In the master bedroom two EVP's were collected by Blaschka and Brogli.  The first, was a whispered, "Hello?" in responseto a question asking, “Is there anyone here who would like to speak with us?† We received a second response in a woman's voice stating, "I touched your hand" when Blaschka asked if someone just touched his hand.  Blaschka and Brogli also captured two EVP's in the family room (former pool site). The first was a whispered, "Do it" and the second was a resounding "sigh".Photographs were taken of all areas with digital cameras.  An interestingpho tograph was captured by Coscio, in the kitchen, facing back towards the dining room doorway.  The photograph revealed a black
silhouette of what we believe to be a woman leaning against the frame of the doorway.  This investigator believes it may possibly be the deceased relative.
The investigators had personal experiences in the Master Bedroom of the home.  The deceased family member was in this room prior to passing away.  Investigators Blaschka and Brogli reported being touched multiple times on the face and arms commenting, "It felt as if spider webs were hanging down from the ceiling".  The sensation was also described as if someone was just barely touching the ends of the hairs on your face and arms.

CONCLUSION OF FINDINGS

After reviewing all case materials (including photographs, EVP's and eye witness accounts), there is definitely an elevated level of paranormal activity occurring at the residence which chooses to interact and communicate with the family members.  I believe a second investigation of the residence is warranted.  We would like to shoot video of the Master Bedroom and the Family Room (former pool area) in more controlled conditions
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sylliye on June 08, 2010, 11:30:50 AM
ah... where r all the story tellers? Anyways... if you haven't seen Phobia & Phobia 2 you should watch them. They're short films 4 or 5 videos total in the movie.


In Phobia I liked In the Middle. Couldn't find just the video, but here's the link to see the whole movie.
http://www.asian-horror-movies.com/phob.php


In Phobia 2 I like In the End
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrB8TyLpuhQ

You should definitely watch In the END. I love it. :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on June 08, 2010, 12:44:42 PM
speakin of falling at the funeral home, during high school i tripped over a box as i was preparing drinks to bring around. i told my mother and she was furious. i never quite understood why? she doesnt explain these stuff to me. anyways, they did something and made me eat some food from a plate. anyone know the story behind the falling down at funeral?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on June 08, 2010, 01:23:48 PM
your mom was furious cuz she was embarassed at your clumsiness. she was hoping that potential suitors at the funeral home would notice her diligent daughter. she had spent the entire morning blabbering to ppl how great her daughter was and when all eyes were on you, ya tripped like a clutz. so she came up with the excuse that you had been working all morning without food and only tripped cuz u were tired and didn't eat something yet. so she made you eat a plate of food to save face.

that's the truth.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on June 08, 2010, 02:00:11 PM
lol...if only my mother spoke of me that way. my mother is not the type that boast about her kids. growing up i was sad that my mother never said one good about me to anyone. later in life she told me that she doesnt need to boast about me to others, but its better for others to compliment/boast about me. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sarlboro on June 09, 2010, 03:12:28 PM
Ok, well I put this story on here before but somehow it didn’t show up. So here it is again….
After college, couple of my Hmong college friends decided to have a Camping Trip to celebrate. There were 12 of us on this camping trip and I knew half the folks who were going. We headed up to a cabin camping site in northern MN…almost to the Canadian border.  When we got there it was around 5:00pm but we all decided to go for a little hike to stretch out our legs. After unpacking some of our gears and some food, we headed off into the wood. There was a hiking trail that was 4miles and we figured we’ll be back in time to cook dinner in no time. Needless to say, we didn’t know there was a thunderstorm that came through the area two weeks before and washed a couple of the trail signs. Instead of following the right trail, we actually follow a deer trail and lead us deeper into the wood.  It was getting dark and we decided that it’s probably easier if we stop and just spend the night there…besides it’ll be real camping just like back in Laos. Most of us brought blankets and food so it should fun just camping out like this.  We this one guy, I didn’t know him, pulled out a whole boiled chicken and thought it was funny if he could do something to get the girls attention (he was attracted to one of the gal in our group). So to our disbelief, he thought it was funny to call the Ancestors to come and eat the chicken with him. He said (in Hmong), “Oh grandmothers and grandfathers, please come a share this chicken with me. I know you’re hungry please come and have this chicken.† Well that just scared the SHITs out of everybody and some people got scared while others got really upset. I wasn’t a big believer in this so I just sat and observe from the side.
Needless to say, after the whole incident died down we all decided to grab some sleep. We decided to have two people up at all time just to make sure no wildlife would come and bother the group. The first shift was two guys and they just sat up and talk until it was pitch black. It was around 11:30am when they started to hear something strange coming from the trees next to our camp ground.  Whatever it was getting closer to the camp site and the two guys on guard where getting scared. At first, they thought it was a deer but as it got closer they realized there was two, not one figure. It was about 50 feet away when the two figures stopped and didn’t move anymore. One guy had a flashlight and decided to point at them to see what they are. (He told us later that he regretted flashing his light at the figures) What they saw, when they flashed at the figures were so horrifying and they both were so taken back by it. There were two Hmong kids in dirty ragged Hmong traditional clothing staring back at them! The weird noise that they heard was actually the bells that these kids wore around their necks. The scariest thing of all is that their eyes glowed green when the flashlight was on them. As soon as this happen, the two figures turned around and walked back into the darkness.
The two guys on guard were so scared and one even peed on himself. They were pretty smart so they decided that it was pointless waking up the others tonight so they both decided to stay up because they couldn’t fall asleep anymore.  The next morning around 600am, we all woke up and picked up all our gears and moved out. We finally found the way back to our cabin and that when the two guys on guard decided to tell everything. They told us exactly what they say. They said it was so scary and hunting that they couldn’t fall asleep and didn’t want to scare the rest of us (especially the females) so they decided to tell us now. Two of the females started to cry because they said that they had really bad dreams last night and felt that someone was walking on them and touching them the whole time they were asleep. They thought it was one of the guys playing a trick on them but everyone was asleep when they wake up to it. Most of us knew each other so we wouldn’t be doing stupid tricks like that when out in the woods. Anyways, a lot of the folks in the group blamed the guy what was waving his chicken around yesterday and one guy almost beat him up. We decided that it’s just better to go home and forget about this. So we packed up our gears and head out.
It was a short camping trip but the most memorable one I have so far.

he said it wrong,  he supposed to call lost souls ofr lost ghost or the owner of that area to come and have feeatwith them and ask them that tonight you guys will rest in this spot and bless not to have anything to bother you guys.  but shet i was shivering when i got the two little hmong wear hmong clothes....... .............. ....scary the shet out of me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 13, 2010, 05:08:09 PM
Every words has it's own meaning in many different ways, be careful for what you said when you said it and who you said it to and where are at when you said it. That's the first step in to being a real person, there's people who don't see this side of the picture yet and still talked way too much. Superstitious situation is a risk of individuals putting themselves in a particular unreasonable position. Learn.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on June 14, 2010, 11:53:34 AM
My two sister in laws went fishing this past weekend at Coon Rapids Dam and they were walking across the bridge back to where they parked, there were noone around them, and all of sudden they heard a voice like that sounded like one of thier sister's calling one of them. Both of them heard it, but they didn't respond. First it started like it was distant and slow, then it started sounding like it was near and the same voice as one of the younger SIL's. They both got scared. They looked across the bridge and the SIL that the voice sounded like had already crossed the bridge and making her way with the little kids into the trees, and if anyone knows the big coon rapids dam, it is big, long and loud, and if the other sister was yelling out, they could not possibly hear her. So it freaked the both of them out, but they just acted calm and walked really fast.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on June 14, 2010, 01:02:39 PM
that's really weird. i've never had an experience like that and i used to go there a lot, too. i used to go mornings, evenings and midday. nothing like that!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on June 14, 2010, 01:16:12 PM
Quote
Jack 25's story


If you ever watch those hunting videos in Laos, the men who are out in the woods, hunting, would typically offer food/water for the spirits in the forest.

I don't know much about it, but my dad said that they used to do it all the time back then.  If anything, your story could've went worse.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on June 14, 2010, 02:12:39 PM
ah... where r all the story tellers? Anyways... if you haven't seen Phobia & Phobia 2 you should watch them. They're short films 4 or 5 videos total in the movie.


In Phobia I liked In the Middle. Couldn't find just the video, but here's the link to see the whole movie.
http://www.asian-horror-movies.com/phob.php


In Phobia 2 I like In the End
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrB8TyLpuhQ

You should definitely watch In the END. I love it. :D

I love this movie!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WindComeWindBlow on June 14, 2010, 03:24:22 PM
Dam, the photo of the ghost in page 131 was not funny!  My heart almost stopped.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on June 21, 2010, 02:22:21 AM
speakin of falling at the funeral home, during high school i tripped over a box as i was preparing drinks to bring around. i told my mother and she was furious. i never quite understood why? she doesnt explain these stuff to me. anyways, they did something and made me eat some food from a plate. anyone know the story behind the falling down at funeral?

YOu're suppose to go beg the dead at the funeral not to take your spirit away becuase you've fallen and can't get up haha. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on June 21, 2010, 02:25:07 AM
My two sister in laws went fishing this past weekend at Coon Rapids Dam and they were walking across the bridge back to where they parked, there were noone around them, and all of sudden they heard a voice like that sounded like one of thier sister's calling one of them. Both of them heard it, but they didn't respond. First it started like it was distant and slow, then it started sounding like it was near and the same voice as one of the younger SIL's. They both got scared. They looked across the bridge and the SIL that the voice sounded like had already crossed the bridge and making her way with the little kids into the trees, and if anyone knows the big coon rapids dam, it is big, long and loud, and if the other sister was yelling out, they could not possibly hear her. So it freaked the both of them out, but they just acted calm and walked really fast.


Girls, especially pretty ones or lonely ones shouldn't be out fishing or hunting, bad and lonely ghost spirits look for them all the time.  Even the married ones aren't safe either, especially if they hot. O0 ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on June 21, 2010, 02:46:40 AM
Never has this happened to me before but last night I heard several creepy howls for a while and a cat screaming outside near the front porch :o. That night a lady I know took her dog with her to visit a friend. In the Hmong culture cats are also known to represent people that passed away to come back for a visit. I hope that's not them in front of the porch telling me to open the door for them. I don't live in or near the boonies either.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Images on June 22, 2010, 05:08:23 PM
Dam, the photo of the ghost in page 131 was not funny!  My heart almost stopped.

Tell me about it!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: highfever on June 23, 2010, 08:43:39 PM
well...this happen 2 years ago. i start playing the qeeb (however u spell it)
and well a friend of mine (whose name i shall not say so lets call her Lady)
Lady was a great friend of mine n would loved to hear her father play the qeeb so when she started to know me,she asked if i can play 4 her too. i laughed it off and told her as a joke that maybe when its time but at the moment lets just imagine it. But of course soon friendship turned into love so, we kinda start off but of course family and parents wont allow it. so, soon the situation gotten so bad she decieded tat without love she wont live and she committed suicide but over dosing. But the night before she OD herself i got a phone call from her saying that she will miss me and will always love me. i didnt think anything will happen so i went with it.

the next morning her sister called and told me that Lady was gone. i should come back pay my respect to her.
so i did. when i got to the funeral home, i saw her sleeping in the coffin i try to hold back tears and said my farewells.
but as i saw the Og playing the Qeeb i deciede tat i want to play for it. I asked the Og if i can take a shot at it
the og reply
"son arent you too young to be playing for the dead"
but..he never stop me so, i took the shot and play it all 3 days for the funeral.
as i play i saw her woke up from the coffin and smile and asked
"HEY YOU, UR PLAYING ME A SONG FROM THE QEEB, AWW IM HAPPY" but it was in hmong
all i did was froze and smile and cry,
after 3 days was over i never play the qeeb ever again!,

but with the beers n other things in my stomache, it was kinda hard to say wat i saw though  :P :P :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on June 25, 2010, 11:31:32 PM
well...this happen 2 years ago. i start playing the qeeb (however u spell it)
and well a friend of mine (whose name i shall not say so lets call her Lady)
Lady was a great friend of mine n would loved to hear her father play the qeeb so when she started to know me,she asked if i can play 4 her too. i laughed it off and told her as a joke that maybe when its time but at the moment lets just imagine it. But of course soon friendship turned into love so, we kinda start off but of course family and parents wont allow it. so, soon the situation gotten so bad she decieded tat without love she wont live and she committed suicide but over dosing. But the night before she OD herself i got a phone call from her saying that she will miss me and will always love me. i didnt think anything will happen so i went with it.

the next morning her sister called and told me that Lady was gone. i should come back pay my respect to her.
so i did. when i got to the funeral home, i saw her sleeping in the coffin i try to hold back tears and said my farewells.
but as i saw the Og playing the Qeeb i deciede tat i want to play for it. I asked the Og if i can take a shot at it
the og reply
"son arent you too young to be playing for the dead"
but..he never stop me so, i took the shot and play it all 3 days for the funeral.
as i play i saw her woke up from the coffin and smile and asked
"HEY YOU, UR PLAYING ME A SONG FROM THE QEEB, AWW IM HAPPY" but it was in hmong
all i did was froze and smile and cry,
after 3 days was over i never play the qeeb ever again!,

but with the beers n other things in my stomache, it was kinda hard to say wat i saw though  :P :P :P

funniest story ever...get real!!! ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: highfever on June 28, 2010, 04:51:51 PM
im from Mn, so you know ppl always said tat theres a lake in the eastside called pahlen lake and its suppose to be haunted
well 3 years ago, i took my baby brother to the lake for a stroll, so as i stroll around my baby brother kept on crying
i was wondering why, but you know, not knowing anything so i though he was jux cranky
but weird thigns started to happen that night.

the following night my baby brother was breathing...sl owly with ease and sleeping. i was resting waiting for my dad to returned home, so i knocked out,
that night i dream that a lady in hmong clothes came to me and told me to get up and wake up my baby brother, or else he wont be getting back up
I broke up from the dream with sweats and though it was all a dream but i kinda notice that it was rainning very hard, and cats are MEOWING away, so i rush to
my baby brother's crib. and he was crying very loud, so i grab him and ran like hell to my uncle's house from there, i explain everything to my uncle
and this is when everything explain who the lady was.........
ill finish it when im not lazy  :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: aWorkinProgress on June 30, 2010, 09:58:08 PM
damn finally finished reading this whole thread.
well this is just a story i herd but i think its kind of creepy


There was this one hmong girl that live somewhere in cali, not sure where. Well, one night i think she was talking on the phone late and went to sleep around 2-3am, suddenly she just about to close her eyes about for 5 min and wasnt asleep yet but in the process to. Suddenly the closet door started to open, and she was sleeping facing it too. She pretended to sleep and open her eyes a little bit to she what the hell it was, suddenly and man in hmong clothes popped out and started to walk towards her, then he extend his arm to her and tell her to come with her. I think he knows that she is awake even though she pretended. As he just finished saying that a woman in hmong clothes popped out and held the man in the arm and said that its not time yet and to go back. the guy said that if he dont take her now he wont have another chance. after awhile she finally convince the guy and they both went back inside the closet. she didnt sleep at all through out the whole night. finally around 8am she finally have the courage to run out the door because the closet is right next to the door. she went and told her mom. they did this shaman thing and she never saw that thing again after that
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ladie_rain on July 05, 2010, 08:18:38 AM
My aunt and uncle attended a funeral for one of my uncle's family members. It was at the legacy funeral home in Maplewood in Mn..They were in line to eat when they notice 2 guys wearing hmong clothes in line with them but no one thought anything of it cause it was a traditional funeral. My aunt also didn't think anything of it either until she dropped a piece of meat under the table and went to pick it up, when she did there was another guy just like the 2 dressed in hmong clothes under the table licking the piece of dropped meat. She was so scared her face turned pale, that's when my uncle ask her is she is ok she said no so they left. As soon as they got to the stop light she told my uncle what she saw and he had to do a hu plig thing for her once they got back home..


We were driving from MI to MN for a wedding we decided to go at night that way we'd avoid the whole Chicago traffic. While we were driving through Wisconsin my 16 yr old niece was sitting next to me and I was driving everyone else was asleep. We got to this certain part of Wis and she asked me if I could see the the white people dressed like KKK clan members over there which was still a distance away.I told her no cause I didn'thave my glasses on cause I only needed them for night driving but never bothered to wear them. When we got to the certain area she said she saw the KKK clan peeps it was nothing but a cemetery..I was scared as hell but she was just in shock and swore she saw people walking around.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ladie_rain on July 05, 2010, 08:41:39 AM
There's this campground here in MI up by Port Huron right on the canadian border.. A couple of years some hmong teenagers went camping there. There was this hmong Hang guy he's around 16 at the time he was single and lonely, while he was sleeping he felt someone come and woke him up when he looked up he saw this beautiful white girl she told him she was lonely so he got up and talked to her. She told him she was hungry so he fed her and they developed a friendship. When the teenagers left after that weekend he told everyone that he has a girlfriend now but no one believed him. The ghost girl followed him home. A couple of weeks after the camping trip his parents notice a change in him.They notice he was losing weight although he claims to be hungry all the time and he'd sleep all day and stay up all night at night his parents would hear him talking to someone but when they went into his room there's no one there but him. For weeks this kind of behavior went on until the boy was losing so much weight and had became pale when his dad decided to ask him who he was talking to. He then replied by saying that it was his girlfriend he was talking to, his dad asked him where she was and he said she was sitting next to him but his dad did not see her or anything there. The dad then got scared and went to the grandparents for help the boy's grandma who is a shaman herself went to see the boy and asked the boy how he met this gf and told his grandma that the girl had came to him hungry when they were at camp. So the grandma conducted this ceremony to send the girl back it was during this cememony that the grandma found out that the gf and her bf got into a car accident around that area where the boys were camping and she died there and has been there since until he came along. They had manage to send her away but I guess a condition to this kind of ceremony is that u he can't call her name or look for her or she'll come back weeks went by and the boy boy to really depress cause he really missed the girl and then one day while he was sitting on the front porch of his house he called her name and once again she appreared and to this day is she is with him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: koDak_moments on July 06, 2010, 08:37:16 AM
I've heard many stories about that campground close to port huron.  Its like a fishing place also.  Everyone from MI knows about that place.  A lot of things has happened.  Once you get there, the place actually has a white cross with flowers and everything on it, saying "In loving memory of *****"

One of my in-laws actually experienced something there.  It was just this past April/may 2010.  It was Sucker season and the suckers were biting.  So he usually goes alone around 3-4am in the morning.  Once early morning around 3 in the morning he arrived and started walking towards the fishing spot.  The trail there passed right by the memorial cross.  As he walked he had his lights off, but half way, the trees and bushes were made the night a lot darker which made him bend down to get his light.  This light was the ones on that straps around your forehead.  As soon as he bent back up from fix the light battery with teh light on his forehead, he saw this person figure with a red bloody face crossing his path.  Surprised, he blinked and rubbed his eyes to be sure he was not just seeing something.  The figure dissapeared.

Thinking it was just him imagining things, he continued to the fishing spot.  As he was fishing, he heard the whistle of wind and something threw a pack of worms/night crawlers into the river, righ next to him.  Ignoring the incident, something threw again burnt firewood into the river.  He  then freaked out and left quickly and came home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gatorade_Guy on July 06, 2010, 11:38:44 AM
There's this campground here in MI up by Port Huron right on the canadian border.. A couple of years some hmong teenagers went camping there. There was this hmong Hang guy he's around 16 at the time he was single and lonely, while he was sleeping he felt someone come and woke him up when he looked up he saw this beautiful white girl she told him she was lonely so he got up and talked to her. She told him she was hungry so he fed her and they developed a friendship. When the teenagers left after that weekend he told everyone that he has a girlfriend now but no one believed him. The ghost girl followed him home. A couple of weeks after the camping trip his parents notice a change in him.They notice he was losing weight although he claims to be hungry all the time and he'd sleep all day and stay up all night at night his parents would hear him talking to someone but when they went into his room there's no one there but him. For weeks this kind of behavior went on until the boy was losing so much weight and had became pale when his dad decided to ask him who he was talking to. He then replied by saying that it was his girlfriend he was talking to, his dad asked him where she was and he said she was sitting next to him but his dad did not see her or anything there. The dad then got scared and went to the grandparents for help the boy's grandma who is a shaman herself went to see the boy and asked the boy how he met this gf and told his grandma that the girl had came to him hungry when they were at camp. So the grandma conducted this ceremony to send the girl back it was during this cememony that the grandma found out that the gf and her bf got into a car accident around that area where the boys were camping and she died there and has been there since until he came along. They had manage to send her away but I guess a condition to this kind of ceremony is that u he can't call her name or look for her or she'll come back weeks went by and the boy boy to really depress cause he really missed the girl and then one day while he was sitting on the front porch of his house he called her name and once again she appreared and to this day is she is with him.

LOL it had to be a white girl. so i assume he's still skinny to this day? it would've made for a better story if he had a gay relationship with the white guy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tsisxavhlublawm on July 10, 2010, 03:02:21 AM
couple years ago my SIL use to go out alot. she's pretty much a good girl in her teenage years so never had the chance to do the things most teenagers gotten to do. as passed the age of 20 she learned how to go with friends clubbing and drinking, just having the time of her life. she works late at night at a store and would had to drive home from the times between 4-6am. one day, she started to smell a weird distinctive odor in her car. we were all curious. as days go pass the odor got stronger and we were getting freaked out. i joked with her saying that maybe she has something dead in her car  :o  :D anyways she sprayed it with freshner but it never went away. she's beginging to feel a bit spooked but it didnt stop her from driving her car. being nosey as i am, i started to look around her car. it was pretty much getting dark outside so i wanted to hurry up. i've checked everywhere and i decided to open the trunk. there it was!!! :o omg i stopped breathing... as i stepped back slowly... trying to start breathing again. it was so horrific  :'( as i went inside i called out "linda! mom!! i found out about the smell." they both looked at me and said "what?".... i reached out a plastic bag and handed to them.  i said, "there it is, that baby quil package you couldnt find last week, it was sitting and rotting in her back trunk!"

 ;D :D :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tsisxavhlublawm on July 10, 2010, 03:44:41 AM
The baby probably fed on the mother's breast for a while which helped him to stay alive long enough until they discovered the car.

ok that was weird. i saw an unsolved mystery too with the same story. the boy was about 5 or 6 yrs old  :dontknow: they just said he was cold and hungry still cuddled up against his mom for warmth.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on July 11, 2010, 02:06:11 AM
I guess I will finally share one after all 100 pages read, not even done yet.

Well, my BIL knew of a friend who lost his 1 year old due to Luekimia. The mom went into a trance for a long time and didn't want to bury the child. She would hold all his toys and carry it around for the longest time. Well, when they finally did his funeral, the morning my BIL and the dad along with some friends went early to set up, and there was rice all over the funeral home. They went to look into the bucket of rice and there was only about 1/4 of the way of rice left, so the guys decided to dump the rice out of the bin, since there was not much left, but 3 of the guys could not lift it, once they got it lifted and poured the rice out, it kept pouring like the bin was still full.

Once the funeral was over, they did a shaman jingle bell and the baby told the mom that he was very happy that his mom had loved him so much. He said he wanted his little orange toy that his mom keeps carrying around because she missed him. He loves her very much but would like that toy, so they had to burn it for him. He also said the reason he had to leave was because he was never meant to be her son. He came in the form of a baby spirit and waiting to be born in their family, but his real parents were his Dad's older brother and wife. But when he came to be born, his supposed to be parents had just gotten separated and divorced before he was born, so he didn't know where to go, so he went into his mom instead. So after he was born, little angels came back to take him to be reborn to his new proper parents, of which has no relations to their family. He also said, he was mad that they withheld his funeral too long, because he needed to be reborn to his new parents. But they wouldn't do his funeral and tso plis. (Pardon my hmong spelling). So he finally said good by and never came back.


So now I'm thinking just....hmmm.. ..is that why some babies are late and don't come at the time of their due dates? Because they haven't tso plis yet? lol I dunno

aww sad  :( :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on July 12, 2010, 09:34:15 AM
I guess I'll share one, too!  ;) ... to lighten things up...

I used to live with a whole bunch of Hmong people in this apartment complex. One early morning, my parents heard what sounded like a gun shot, but didn't really think anything of it. When everyone woke up, there were cop cars, a fire truck, and an amubulance parked several apartments down. Come to find out, one of the neighbors shot himself in the face right outside his apartment.

The family of that guy had a teen girl cousin living next to them who loves staying out at night talking on the phone. She was sitting in front of her house and all of a sudden, she saw this guy walking up the cement road leading towards the apartment. The only light on was the porch light. And to see a figure emerge out of the darkness after a man had shot himself a couple of months before would've been scary. She was scared, but took a closer look and the guy looked exactly like the neighbor who had shot himself. She got up to get inside her apartment, but for some reason, it was locked and everyone was asleep. She banged and banged on the door to no avail. She turned around and the figure was only a couple of feet away. All of a sudden, it asked her, "What's wrong?" She turned around to look again and it was her cousin.  :2funny:

You see, the guy who shot himself had a teenage son who walked and looked like him... same posture and size. Turns out, he was dropped off at the end of the road. And these were the mid-90s so me nyuam laibs were still getting dropped off by older me nyuam laib buddies down the road so the parents won't see who they hang with... at least where I lived. O0

Well, that's all. Don't get pissed if this wasn't a scary story. As aforementioned, this was to lighten the mood before shrouding you in the malevolence to come... muahahahaaaaa. ..

 


i've heard the same story some where, where are you from sugarlady?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on July 12, 2010, 10:17:44 AM
hey hunny! i'm from where you're from. LOL. you wanna go out? muahahaha... you sound like a cute ass guy! ;)

i like stalkers btw.
do you see ghosts, too?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on July 12, 2010, 10:40:48 AM
I don't want to answer that question because I don't want to jinx myself. But I have a really spirit-sensitive sister who does! You might know her!


really? whic one is that?
i know one who doesn't like to comb her hair.  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on July 12, 2010, 11:00:30 AM
Really? How do you know that she doesn't comb her hair? I mean, running your fingers through your hair is combing it.

Getting off topic. Tell us some more scary stories!

 :2funny: can i run my fingers through your hair?
i hear it's quite sexy and women love it when men do that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: eyepunchyourfaceinn on July 12, 2010, 08:41:20 PM
i know one it has happen to me and my younger brother.

it was a couple of years back....like about 2006 or 07 but anyways....i came home late one night after visiting my girlfriends house around 2 am in the morning and as soon as i walked into my house and walked down stairs to my room my little brother came out of his room running and gasping for air. I was like what the hell are u doing? Why are you all outta breath and look all pale and sweaty? He said, you would never guess what just happened to me and i said what? What happened to you?

He answered me by telling me that something had happened to him and freaked him out, and i said dude, what happen to you exactly? He was like i was not even alseep or even close to sleeping yet "man". I was still watching T.V. and (Donald) one of my little cousins, was fast asleep already but right when i was about to change the channel i felt a cold sensation and the whole atmosphere of the room changed instantly. Im not kidding man, something happened. I first heard a loud and clear breathing right next to my ears. The breathing was like as if it was angry or mad and that scared the crap out of me. But just as that happened, i felt a pressure on my bed and then their was indents on the food of my bed and i felt something cold wrap itself around my chest with a heavy pressure. I Tried to scream and yell but i couldnt.

I said damn, thats crazy was that it? And he said NO, i tossed and turned and i saw a dark figure and i tried my hardest and i escaped its grip and i saw it rush out into the darkest corner and thats when i heard you come in and thats why i ran out of the door.

So, i asked him, where is Donald isnt he sleeping in your room still, and he said yeah, that dude was fast asleep but i wasnt and thats the fawked up part. I said its okay dude i think you just had a bad dream. But he insisted that he was wide awake and was still watching television. So, i just told him to go back to his room and sleep so he did.

The very next day i was playing around with my new cell phone and thought that it would be cool to record a little rap song so as i was recording it onto my phone i heard nothing or had nothing happened to me at all until........i listened to it when it was finished recording. In the rap song, it was going good until i heard another voice that was recorded into the rap music that did not belong in the recording. It was a little girls voice and in our house we have no girls because the only girl was my sister and she is long gone because she got married 10 yrs ago already. The little girls voice in the recording was so distinctive that it literally cut out all of the instruments and over lapped the rappers voice. It said loud and clear Quote: FLY, FLY AWAY!!!!!!!.......and that scared the jigganutts outta me cause i was the only one home alone. i said WTF and threw the phone aside for awhile. I then fell asleep. Nothing happend though.

Later on i let everyone hear it and they couldnt beleive it...........t hey siad that i was making it up but after they listened to it a few times they got so scared that they erased it. Well my girlfrend erased it. lol. I was trying to keep it as a evidence but nope, i lost it. So Sad......

So, how do i know that it was  little girl? Well, because one day right when i was waking up in the morning i was putting on my contacts, and after a few blinks i looked to the corner of the curtians and there it stood a little girl in white and Pink, and i didnt think much of it because that morning they dropped off one of my neice. so i said eeehhhh watever. so i walked up stairs and asked my brother, hey is keke wearing white and pink today and he said with a loud sarcastic laugh, ummmmm yeah she is. So i looked out the window and soon discovered that she was NOT i repeat NOT wearing white and pink, she was wearing YELLOW AHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHAHAHAHAH.

THE END.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on July 13, 2010, 03:09:55 AM
There was this dude who was coming home from a relatives jingle bell. It was nighttime now when he was on the freeway home. He kept seeing something white on his side but when he turned to look there was nothing. This kept happening and so he started freaking out. He needed to pee badly so decided to stop by a gas station. The whole time still seeing the white thing following his side he was really scared his heart was pounding. He went to the gas station bathroom, faced the mirror and BOOM! There was a piece of rice by his eye.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on July 15, 2010, 10:10:03 AM
There was this dude who was coming home from a relatives jingle bell. It was nighttime now when he was on the freeway home. He kept seeing something white on his side but when he turned to look there was nothing. This kept happening and so he started freaking out. He needed to pee badly so decided to stop by a gas station. The whole time still seeing the white thing following his side he was really scared his heart was pounding. He went to the gas station bathroom, faced the mirror and BOOM! There was a piece of rice by his eye.
:2funny: :2funny: :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xiaaah on July 16, 2010, 09:45:13 PM
I've read most of the stories so far..here's mine(I heard it from an aunt):


So there's this funeral going on and this lady that she knows fell asleep on the ground near where the coffin is. Everyone was cleaning up to go home and they sort of threw things around and eventually, she got coverd and everyone left.
She woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that she's still at the funeral and that there were still other people with her..then she noticed that they were all standing around her and they were all pale and walked funny and they were saying "oh look its a cucumber. Its so pretty." In hmong. She was scared but then looked over and saw that the dead lady was sitting on top of the coffin and she was saying"oh that cucumber is mine. I saw it first so don't touch it"in hmong. So thay didn't touch her the whole night.

The dead lady helped her because they knew eacother when she was still alive.

It was told in hmong so its scarier...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on July 17, 2010, 01:46:39 AM
I've hear that story before, it's freakin freaky. but the story i heard was kind of diferent. she didnt see anything but she heard lots of noises and after that night. she was never the same person again.

anyways, this thread is dead as fcuk. i used to always come home every day and get on this thread hoping to read some new scary stories, but it's not the same anymore
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on July 19, 2010, 01:55:18 PM
I've read most of the stories so far..here's mine(I heard it from an aunt):


So there's this funeral going on and this lady that she knows fell asleep on the ground near where the coffin is. Everyone was cleaning up to go home and they sort of threw things around and eventually, she got coverd and everyone left.
She woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that she's still at the funeral and that there were still other people with her..then she noticed that they were all standing around her and they were all pale and walked funny and they were saying "oh look its a cucumber. Its so pretty." In hmong. She was scared but then looked over and saw that the dead lady was sitting on top of the coffin and she was saying"oh that cucumber is mine. I saw it first so don't touch it"in hmong. So thay didn't touch her the whole night.

The dead lady helped her because they knew eacother when she was still alive.

It was told in hmong so its scarier...

eeks...gave me the chills at work!

a long time ago, i was prob 4ish?? we splet over at my uncles house and they live in mcdonna homes...the vacum kept turning on all night. my uncle's son, prob in his teens at that time, he forced us to go downstairs to shut it off. after we shut it off and ran upstairs, 5 mins later it turned on again. scary stuff. i was scared but my uncles son said if we didnt do it, we couldnt sleep in the room. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BeautifulDisaster on July 19, 2010, 11:26:57 PM
There was this dude who was coming home from a relatives jingle bell. It was nighttime now when he was on the freeway home. He kept seeing something white on his side but when he turned to look there was nothing. This kept happening and so he started freaking out. He needed to pee badly so decided to stop by a gas station. The whole time still seeing the white thing following his side he was really scared his heart was pounding. He went to the gas station bathroom, faced the mirror and BOOM! There was a piece of rice by his eye.

 ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 22, 2010, 12:06:21 PM
So I've been reading all these stories for the past, oh i don't know, month and decided to post some of my stories up....here it goes...

This one happened to my older brother.

About a year ago my brother and sister-n-law moved into a studio in South Sacramento. The place had one single building consist of about a good 20 studios upstairs and downstairs facing a fence and a big willow tree. They had moved into the studio for about a month and this particular morning around 5am my brother was getting ready to get in his car to go to work. It was still dark and since it was around winter time, it was cold so he had to heat up his car before heading out. As he did so, he took one glance at the tree and saw a single white figure, turn back to his car and then turn to the tree again but it was gone. He didn’t think much of it and left to work. He eventually got really sick and told my sister-n-law about what he saw. She got mad at him for not telling her earlier of course, and told her mom about what happened. He got sick like he had a fever but when they went to the doctor, the doctor told them that he wasn’t sick which was weird. They eventually told my parents and my sis-n-law had one of her cousin came and did this egg thing to see why he was so sick. My sis-n-law cousin told my parents and them that when he saw that white figure, it was a good time for the dead to wake up and find food so he happened to be there at the right time. And why he got so sick was that when he saw that white figure, turn to his car and then turn back to the tree even if he wasn’t scared, his soul already saw that thing and was already scared. So we did jingle bell for him and he got better.

But, before he got better he was sick for a long period of time. They told us that before moving into that studio their nearby neighbor told them that there was ghost in that area but the owner would tell them to ignore him because he was kuku in the head. And my sis-n-law’s mother also had a weird dream about that studio. She dreamed that she walked in their studio and saw a lady washing the dishes at their sink. Her mom asked the lady what she was doing there, and the lady replied that she was waiting for the guy that lived in that house, which was my brother. She said that since my sis-n-law didn’t love my brother, she was going to take him away to live with her and she’ll love him. The whole time she had her back turn to my sis-n-law’s mom so she couldn’t see who that lady was. When hearing so, sis-n-law’s mom got furious and said that the man was her daughter’s husband and that she shouldn’t wait for him, and something else I forgot. So when they moved out of that house, my sis-n-law’s mom and her brother had to go and moved everything from that place. When they left they said that they were going to the garden so whatever was in the house wouldn’t follow them. Ooooo I’m getting scared just typing this….
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 22, 2010, 12:07:23 PM
This happened to my friend’s grandma….

This was back in thailand so it’s much creepier. When she was about 10 years old one night she was crying non-stop for unknown reason. It was night and everyone decided to just let her cry and went to bed. So she was crying in the dark with the little light of the fire stove on. As she was crying she looked up, and in those days their houses was built of straw or whatever it was so there were holes here and there, and as she did she saw a lady wearing hmong clothe on the roof staring down at her from a hole and she had a long tongue sticking out. My friend’s grandma got so scared she ran to bed and never cried at night time again…
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 22, 2010, 12:08:01 PM
Not as scary but this happened to me a while back. When my grandparents went outta state to visit my uncle and I decided to sleep in their room alone the first night they left. As I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly felt something at the foot of the bed. I just froze too scared to move. Then I felt as if someone was jumping at the foot of the bed softly. I got so freaked out I jumped out of the bed as fast as I could and ran as fast as I could to sleep with my parents. And from that night on, I never slept in my grandparents room alone…

Another thing that happened to me not too long ago. I’d say about 8 months ago before my niece was born, I lived with my brother and his wife at their apt in Sacramento. This particular day I slept in the living like usual, my brother went to work and my sis-n-law getting ready to leave to the doctor. It was about 10 in the morning and I was still very sleepy but I could hear her getting ready.  After she left for a good 5 min, I heard the door opened and closed very softly. Then I felt a warm/cool air blew in my face and I swore I felt someone crouched down right next to me staring and breathing at my face. I was too scared to open my eyes nor move so I pretended to sleep. As soon as I felt like it was safe to open my eyes I looked around and the sun was shinning through the window door. OMG I coulda swore I felt someone was there with me eeeeeeekkkkkk!...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 22, 2010, 12:09:01 PM
This happened to cousin, also my next door neighbor. It was late one night and he and his girlfriend was driving home from Sacramento. His girlfriend was sleep and as he was driving, he saw a lady wearing white with long black hair sitting at the side of the road, side turned to them. He thought it was weird seeing a lady being out so late at night by herself. As he drove closer to the lady he decided he wanted a peek at her, but as he slowed down and tried to see who the lady was, she slowly turned her face the opposite way like she didn’t want him to see her face. He got so freaked out he zoomed home and didn’t tell anyone about it until the next day. I have goosebumps just typing this!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 22, 2010, 12:16:51 PM
Oooooo all these stories I've been reading are scaring the crap outta me...keep em coming guys....

Well this is not my story or personal experience, but I’ll tell it anyways…

My friend told me that one of his cousins from Oregon and his friends decided to go fishing late one night. There was about 12 of them and so it was a pretty big group. So when they got there it was already about 12am and they were just talking and having a good time. All of a sudden they started hearing clicking sounds. They all stop to listen to where and what the sound was. They all got freaked out but didn’t have any courage to say anything. This particular cousin decided he was way too scared to stay so he decided to leave by himself. Before leaving he said to everyone, “Hey you guys, I’m going home,†and left. As he was driving back home, he continue to hear the clicking sound. He was scared, but didn’t think much of it. When he got home, he went straight to bed but still kept hearing the clicking sound. So as day was approaching, he got thirsty and got up to get water. He opened his refrigerator and got some water, and the only light was coming from the refrigerator. As he lift his cup of water to drink, at the corner of his eyes, he saw a little boy, all pale crouching down in a ball right next to him.

So my friend told me that his cousin got really sick after that event and so his dad and grandpa had to fly to Oregon to ua neeg for his cousin. I don’t know what happened afterwards but basically the message to this event is to never ever say that you’re going home when encountering or hearing something strange.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on July 22, 2010, 12:49:57 PM
Queenk23 your stories are scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on July 22, 2010, 02:01:19 PM
omg i had to do a double take after readin this and going to the bathroom.

my aunt told me this story....creep y!
my aunt told me that when she lived in thailand, there use to be this thing that come visits her. she said it would peek through the holes in wall and she'll see red eyes. back then they didnt have night lights so she'll light a candle and the thing will blow it out. it would come visit her every so often and never went away.
when my aunt got marrid, the thing went awqy whenever her husband was home, but when he went out of town or if hes out of the house it will come visit her.
eventually my aunt/uncle moved to the states. my aunt said that on random nights, their bed will shake, closet opens and closes.
one event was that, my uncle went out of town for a funeral and she slept home alone with a night light on. she said she heard the closet door open and it opened up all the way. in the door way she saw this furry blk thing with sharp claws and sharp teeth with red eyes. it was comming towards her, she closed her eyes and asked her ancestors to come help her. after she shouted for their help, the thing crawled under her bed and vanish. ever since then she hasnt seen it very often, but she says once in a blue moon it does stop by, but never anywhere near her.
my aunt literally sleeps with a night light in every open plug in the room and she has two flash lights, one shes holding and one under the pillow. i always thought she was weird for sleeping like that until she told me the story. creeepy.
 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 22, 2010, 02:46:30 PM
Here goes another one. This happened at my sister's old apt.
My sister roomed with our cousin in this apt in Sacramento. The apt I can truly say is creepy itself. The kitchen is separated by the living room which leads to the bedrooms by a small hallway. It's kinda complicated to explain how it looks like. But anyways my cousin was by herself in the kitchen cooking when she said she saw a lady with long hair and wearing similar clothing to my sister walk into their bedroom. She thought it was my sister and went into the room to tell her to eat. When she got in their bedroom, however, there was no one there.  :o

That apt was really creepy, because they also said that their little nephew would stare at the little hallway and then point at it and say things like "who's that". It would scare the crap outta us....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SimpleGuy on July 22, 2010, 04:01:54 PM
Alright! Hello Hello! This is my First post so Hopefully it's not the Last.  :D

Ive actually read through all of the Pages of ghost stories and now I've decided to contribute as well. Its gonna be a long one.  :D
Im gonna tell it through my eyes.

This story happened to me and my younger cousins last year (2009) of summer. After my girl cousin's wedding, my younger cousins and I decided that it was hot and we wanted to go swimming.(None of us were drinking) We asked the OG's if we could go and they said its fine as long as we watch the kids and makes sure that nothing happens. Cool! Swimming! YES!! We go to this lake called Lake Josephine in Roseville Minnesota. What happened there, would change our lives forever.
We get to the lake at 8pm and Id say there's about 12 of us, me and two older cousins decide to stay on the beach area and not go in. The rest of the kids decide that they cant wait anymore so they decided to go in the lake. They start swimming and then we(the people on the shore) see one of my cousins struggling in the water. Hes outside of the boundary lines and it looks like hes gonna drown. ( A history with him, he actually drowned once before in California and because of that, hes mentally retarded. ) The lifeguard does nothing but blow his whistle and tells him to get back in the boundary lines. (WTF mane!) So then my other cousin thats in the water goes and grabs him back in. But now, they both start drowning because the drop offs too deep. So some "random" hmong guy grabs one of their arms and pulls them in. Were in debt to that guy, never knew who he was but he was just another swimmer. They're both safe now.

I want to swim now so I get in the water, and I scold my cousin for swimming out of the boundaries and I tell him to stay near the shore where we can keep an eye on him because I dont want anything bad to happen. Little did I know, something bad did happen. Not in a state of panic, my little cousins( and when I say little, i mean 12-16) come to me and ask, hey, Do you know where Anthony is? Im thinking, wait, wasnt he in the water with you guys. I mean, he came in with you guys to swim. And they say, Yeah, but We think he went out or something. Being the older cousin, I go and check the restrooms just in case he went there. I go to the restrooms and I scout the parking lot to see if he randomly went to get something out of my car. No sight of him at all out of the water. I go back to the shore and ask my cousins that remained on shore if they'd seen Anthony at all. They said no, thats when panic mode started to kick in.

All of my cousins got out of the water and fear was in their eyes. My oldest cousin that was there did absolutely nothing while he was there. I mean he's only a couple of months older than me but he should still do at least something. Still to this day, it bothers me. Well, continuing.. My little cousins wanted me to do something so then I say you know what.. DUCK IT! cause times ticking and I cant afford to lose anymore time. I tell the lifeguard on shore that Im missing my little cousin that sixteen and none of us know where he is. The lifeguard asked what clothing was he wearing, and I told her that he was wearing NavyBlue Hawaiian shorts. Within three seconds, she whistled for everyone to get out of the waters. Another lifeguard told me to go with him to the life house and so we can announce it on the mic. The lifeguard and I get there and I describe the outfit that he wore and they announced that if anyones seen Anthony, his family is looking for him. While announcing, lifeguards and swimmers are in the lake searching for the body. The lifeguard on shore announces a code in numbers, and instantly, the lifeguard standing next to me says, Dial 911.

He dashes out of the house and goes to the shore as well. Im calling the 911 in fear and wondering... WTH is happening. Cause I couldn't see what was going on outside because I didnt have a view of the scene. I was on the line with the paramedics and I stayed on the line until they got there then I hung up with them and ran outside to see what was going on at this point. I get to the shore and my girl cousin was standing next to the lifeless body of my little cousin that drowned, Im just in shock, because I thought this only happened in movies. We didnt cry, we just sat there watching the lifeguards and paramedics try to resuscitate. Nothing worked, his face was pale and we knew what happened. He had passed away.

Now.. I have to make the call to his Parents! Which is my dad's brother that has a temper issue. With the wedding and giving up his only daughter and now giving up his youngest son... Oh boy, was I in store for some hahaing. I grew enough balls and called my aunt, and she didnt like the news at all, we all decided to meet up at Regions Hospital. Two of my cousins left the lake with me to go to the Hospital. When we got there, we met up with my uncle and aunt. He started yelling at me right away because I was one of the adults and right then and there I started ballin my eyes out saying that it was an accident and none of us knew it was gonna happen. My aunt yelled at him and said, " Shut up! Its not his fault. Stop blaming people. It was a simple accident. And she said, its okay (SimpleGuy) its not your fault." (Remember, it was a wedding, so the wifes dad, which is the uncle that yelled at me, was drinking.!!) We get to the waiting room, and my dads comes a little later and tells me to go home. I drop off my two cousins and then go home.

When I got home, my sister says to me, did you hear? And my body just felt so weak. She said "Anthony passed away." I was sad and I didnt have anymore tears to cry. So I went outside and just got some fresh air and thought about all that just happened in a short time.

That was the story of what happened, now listen to the story of Why..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SimpleGuy on July 22, 2010, 04:29:40 PM
Part II

After the drowning at the lake, my uncle who's a shaman, looked into it. Im sure a lot of you know what Im talking about. Its creepy to me.

I was outside and It was dark now, I looked to my right side, and I still get spooked about it.. I saw a silhouette of my cousin that JUST DROWNED! I blinked and it was gone. My two cousins that I dropped off after the hospital, they had their own experience as well. I think it was because we were really close with the cousin that passed away. One cousin saw his face in the sky at night while taking some breather on his roof. And the other cousin saw an apparition of my cousin in his closet. I know... Scary! But a couple of days later...

My shaman uncle finds this shaman lady who lets the dead take control of her and he recorded the audio of when Anthony came back and used her as a speaking tool. It was so freaky listening to it. Ill talk about why it happened first and then what the audio said.
The reason why it happened was because, the lake that we went to, (Lake Josephine) it was haunted and there was spirit down at the bottom of the lake that was stuck. In order for that spirit to go to heaven, it had to make someone take its place. So my cousin Anthony was the vulnerable one and he took Anthony into the water. (SideNote) Remember in the story how I said that the Mentally Retarted kid was outside of the Boundary line and was on the verge of drowning... The spirit that was in the lake, was tugging on his leg so everyone would focus on him who was drowning and then drag Anthony into the water when no one was looking. So that why no one noticed when Anthony went missing.

The audio was very sad and lifting at the same time. I wish I had the copy of it but my Uncle and Aunt have it.
In the audio, my uncles talking and then, it switches over to the woman, (Getting Goosebumps) She starts crying and speaking in Hmong. I was thinking... WTTTFFFF! :o It was Anthony crying through her voice. He started talking and he said( Remember this is all in hmong and I cant write in Hmong) Mom, I miss you. I miss you so much. You dont know how Much I love you. Remember that time when we would sit in the kitchen just you and me and we would eat the food that you cooked? Im sad that I died, I dont want to go. --> at that point everyone that was in the room was crying! :'( He also said to his brother(The mentally challenged one) I miss you so much, Im sorry that Im leaving you behind, I didnt want it this way. Thanks for always being a big brother. He then talked about my cousin who was trying to save ricky from drowning, he said, " Cousin, dont feel bad about this, you had nothing to do with it, Thank you for saving Ricky and noticing that I was no where to be found first at the lake." Because the cousin felt like it was his fault because he realized that Anthony was gone right after he helped the drowning cousin. He didnt say anything about me or to me. Which is fine.. But then he said to his dad, "Dad, you drink too much and you dont really care about the family, you need to stop drinking and make our home a better place because I feel like you dont love me and thats why I love mom and I miss her." Dam, I started crying again at that moment because you have to be in that environment to actually understand it. Then he goes, Im gonna go stay with Grandma in Heaven so she wont be so lonely anymore. Dont worry about us. He also said before he got out of the Mediums/Shamans body that he wanted certain items in the coffin and what kind of clothing and we respected those wishes. Moments later he left, and the medium came back. She said, that she was exhausted and that the boy was just too emotional. But then she said, some other people wanted to talk to my shaman uncle as well. The people who came in were my Ancestors from my dads side. FML.. and they wanted to talk to Anthony's dad. SCARY SHIT. They yelled at him through the recording and said that he never fed them any food when they came to visit, he never attends family meetings. He never really attends the jingle bells. And because of all these things, they took his son away from him. I was thinkin.. Thats some scary Shit mane! And they told him, In his life, he was never supposed to have more than two kids, because he wouldnt be able to financially support more than two, so they took this kid to make him only have two kids. The first time, the ancestors came and got the older brother who is Mentally challenged now but he survived his drowning, so they came back to grab his youngest child.

Dadadaada.. we did the funeral and all the releasing the spirit from the lake for Anthony and I guess things are back to normal now. Been like a year now but I wont forget the kid. I love that kid to death and may he R.I.P. with my grandparents. We'll join him someday, hopefully I get to see his smile someday.
Thanks for reading the whole story if you did, sorry if it was kind of long, I like to talk. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ncokoj on July 23, 2010, 06:12:00 AM
The ICU I work at used to be a children's ICU for critically ill kids.  Then they built an adjoining section and moved out all the kids and converted that unit into an adult ICU for brain damaged patients.  Anyways, one of the nurses there was checking on a patient at night.  She felt something brush against her lab coat.  Didn't give it much thought until she felt her labcoat swaying again.  Glanced down and saw it swinging back and forth by itself like somebody waist high was stroking and playing with it.     

Here's another in the same ICU:
When they moved out all the remaining kids to the new ICU, they had to pass a corridor.  EVERY single time one of these kids were moved, all the lights would blink off until they passed through the end of the corridor.  One of the nurses finally said out loud, "don't be scared, we're moving to a new home now, just follow us."  Then after she said that, the corrider didn't blink off when the rest of the remaining kids were moved.

In some ways, I think its sad that there are these little lost spirits out there, still wandering around.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pineapple on July 23, 2010, 10:46:40 AM
well...this happen 2 years ago. i start playing the qeeb (however u spell it)
and well a friend of mine (whose name i shall not say so lets call her Lady)
Lady was a great friend of mine n would loved to hear her father play the qeeb so when she started to know me,she asked if i can play 4 her too. i laughed it off and told her as a joke that maybe when its time but at the moment lets just imagine it. But of course soon friendship turned into love so, we kinda start off but of course family and parents wont allow it. so, soon the situation gotten so bad she decieded tat without love she wont live and she committed suicide but over dosing. But the night before she OD herself i got a phone call from her saying that she will miss me and will always love me. i didnt think anything will happen so i went with it.

the next morning her sister called and told me that Lady was gone. i should come back pay my respect to her.
so i did. when i got to the funeral home, i saw her sleeping in the coffin i try to hold back tears and said my farewells.
but as i saw the Og playing the Qeeb i deciede tat i want to play for it. I asked the Og if i can take a shot at it
the og reply
"son arent you too young to be playing for the dead"
but..he never stop me so, i took the shot and play it all 3 days for the funeral.
as i play i saw her woke up from the coffin and smile and asked
"HEY YOU, UR PLAYING ME A SONG FROM THE QEEB, AWW IM HAPPY" but it was in hmong
all i did was froze and smile and cry,
after 3 days was over i never play the qeeb ever again!,

but with the beers n other things in my stomache, it was kinda hard to say wat i saw though  :P :P :P

I heard that a middle age guy died because he saw his own self reflection as a beautiful lady in the drums while he was drumming at the funeral. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 23, 2010, 05:00:07 PM
This one happened to my sis-n-law's niece when she was a bout 3 years of age.

She told me that when her grandmother passed away in Merced they decided to take their little niece along with them. During the funeral the niece needed to use the restroom, and it was a one stall restroom so they took her, but she went inside by herself. As she was using the restroom, my sis-n-law and her mom heard her little niece said in hmong, "hey don't mess with me. I didn't do anything to you. Don't mess with me." They knocked on the door and asked who she was talking to but no answer. When she finally came out she told them that an old lady was messing with her in the restroom. They checked but no one was there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on July 23, 2010, 05:10:56 PM
Can someone tell the story of how PUY and his bro (dunno how to spell his name) came to be...like how the legend began...and how they became enemies...i heard stories but i wanna know how it all started...shar e plz.... ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on July 23, 2010, 05:49:04 PM
This one happened to my sis-n-law's niece when she was a bout 3 years of age.

She told me that when her grandmother passed away in Merced they decided to take their little niece along with them. During the funeral the niece needed to use the restroom, and it was a one stall restroom so they took her, but she went inside by herself. As she was using the restroom, my sis-n-law and her mom heard her little niece said in hmong, "hey don't mess with me. I didn't do anything to you. Don't mess with me." They knocked on the door and asked who she was talking to but no answer. When she finally came out she told them that an old lady was messing with her in the restroom. They checked but no one was there.

Wow what a brave little girl, going in the bathroom by herself....a grown ass woman like wouldn't even go alone  :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SimpleGuy on July 24, 2010, 01:34:10 PM
beautifullyhum an,

Yeah, now im more cautious with what I do because today could be the last day.. Who knows.  But sadly my uncles HAS NOT changed his ways which is stupid of him. Even though my dad yells at him. My uncles only like 35 or something. Even the death of his son isnt enough of a wake up call for him.  >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on August 03, 2010, 01:34:48 PM
Wow what a brave little girl, going in the bathroom by herself....a grown ass woman like wouldn't even go alone  :P

 ::) After reading this forum and ghost stories people in fresno encountered on the local hmong radio, i get spooked using the restroom at the lake/park, so i usually have my husband wait for me at the entrance of the women's restoom.....my personal opinion, as i get older, instead of becoming braver, i actually have more fear of encountering the super natural...luck ily, i have my two chihuahua  :knuppel2:

when we first moved into our apt, my dog (at that time, she's the only 1), will start chasing whatever/whoever (i can't see it).  she got spanked by that spirit 2X.  1 - in the hall way - i can hear the spank & Lilly will whimpering.  another time, she was w/ us on the sofa, we both heard the spank ( we both thought it was odd)...it stopped when we had 3 chihuahuas....

 ;) i once heard on the radio that if there's a spirit around you, one can purchase a toy dog & the spirit will get scared & not come around....but i rather have the real one  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LELIA on August 03, 2010, 02:42:42 PM
beautifullyhuman,

Yeah, now im more cautious with what I do because today could be the last day.. Who knows.  But sadly my uncles HAS NOT changed his ways which is stupid of him. Even though my dad yells at him. My uncles only like 35 or something. Even the death of his son isnt enough of a wake up call for him.  >:(

simpleguy... i met ur uncle and ur aunt..they were telling me the story, as they told me the story your uncle's eyes swelled up in tears but you are rite..he has not changed his ways still... he was drunk n telling the story of how he lost his son.  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on August 03, 2010, 03:24:41 PM
::) After reading this forum and ghost stories people in fresno encountered on the local hmong radio, i get spooked using the restroom at the lake/park, so i usually have my husband wait for me at the entrance of the women's restoom.....my personal opinion, as i get older, instead of becoming braver, i actually have more fear of encountering the super natural...luckily, i have my two chihuahua  :knuppel2:[/color]when we first moved into our apt, my dog (at that time, she's the only 1), will start chasing whatever/whoever (i can't see it).  she got spanked by that spirit 2X.  1 - in the hall way - i can hear the spank & Lilly will whimpering.  another time, she was w/ us on the sofa, we both heard the spank ( we both thought it was odd)...it stopped when we had 3 chihuahuas....

 ;) i once heard on the radio that if there's a spirit around you, one can purchase a toy dog & the spirit will get scared & not come around....but i rather have the real one  :o


 I agree w/you...I used to be brave...now I'm a wimp! :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ashleylor on August 09, 2010, 12:10:38 PM
Part II

After the drowning at the lake, my uncle who's a shaman, looked into it. Im sure a lot of you know what Im talking about. Its creepy to me.

I was outside and It was dark now, I looked to my right side, and I still get spooked about it.. I saw a silhouette of my cousin that JUST DROWNED! I blinked and it was gone. My two cousins that I dropped off after the hospital, they had their own experience as well. I think it was because we were really close with the cousin that passed away. One cousin saw his face in the sky at night while taking some breather on his roof. And the other cousin saw an apparition of my cousin in his closet. I know... Scary! But a couple of days later...

My shaman uncle finds this shaman lady who lets the dead take control of her and he recorded the audio of when Anthony came back and used her as a speaking tool. It was so freaky listening to it. Ill talk about why it happened first and then what the audio said.
The reason why it happened was because, the lake that we went to, (Lake Josephine) it was haunted and there was spirit down at the bottom of the lake that was stuck. In order for that spirit to go to heaven, it had to make someone take its place. So my cousin Anthony was the vulnerable one and he took Anthony into the water. (SideNote) Remember in the story how I said that the Mentally Retarted kid was outside of the Boundary line and was on the verge of drowning... The spirit that was in the lake, was tugging on his leg so everyone would focus on him who was drowning and then drag Anthony into the water when no one was looking. So that why no one noticed when Anthony went missing.

The audio was very sad and lifting at the same time. I wish I had the copy of it but my Uncle and Aunt have it.
In the audio, my uncles talking and then, it switches over to the woman, (Getting Goosebumps) She starts crying and speaking in Hmong. I was thinking... WTTTFFFF! :o It was Anthony crying through her voice. He started talking and he said( Remember this is all in hmong and I cant write in Hmong) Mom, I miss you. I miss you so much. You dont know how Much I love you. Remember that time when we would sit in the kitchen just you and me and we would eat the food that you cooked? Im sad that I died, I dont want to go. --> at that point everyone that was in the room was crying! :'( He also said to his brother(The mentally challenged one) I miss you so much, Im sorry that Im leaving you behind, I didnt want it this way. Thanks for always being a big brother. He then talked about my cousin who was trying to save ricky from drowning, he said, " Cousin, dont feel bad about this, you had nothing to do with it, Thank you for saving Ricky and noticing that I was no where to be found first at the lake." Because the cousin felt like it was his fault because he realized that Anthony was gone right after he helped the drowning cousin. He didnt say anything about me or to me. Which is fine.. But then he said to his dad, "Dad, you drink too much and you dont really care about the family, you need to stop drinking and make our home a better place because I feel like you dont love me and thats why I love mom and I miss her." Dam, I started crying again at that moment because you have to be in that environment to actually understand it. Then he goes, Im gonna go stay with Grandma in Heaven so she wont be so lonely anymore. Dont worry about us. He also said before he got out of the Mediums/Shamans body that he wanted certain items in the coffin and what kind of clothing and we respected those wishes. Moments later he left, and the medium came back. She said, that she was exhausted and that the boy was just too emotional. But then she said, some other people wanted to talk to my shaman uncle as well. The people who came in were my Ancestors from my dads side. FML.. and they wanted to talk to Anthony's dad. SCARY SHIT. They yelled at him through the recording and said that he never fed them any food when they came to visit, he never attends family meetings. He never really attends the jingle bells. And because of all these things, they took his son away from him. I was thinkin.. Thats some scary Shit mane! And they told him, In his life, he was never supposed to have more than two kids, because he wouldnt be able to financially support more than two, so they took this kid to make him only have two kids. The first time, the ancestors came and got the older brother who is Mentally challenged now but he survived his drowning, so they came back to grab his youngest child.

Dadadaada.. we did the funeral and all the releasing the spirit from the lake for Anthony and I guess things are back to normal now. Been like a year now but I wont forget the kid. I love that kid to death and may he R.I.P. with my grandparents. We'll join him someday, hopefully I get to see his smile someday.
Thanks for reading the whole story if you did, sorry if it was kind of long, I like to talk. ;D

this is soo sad,, R.I.P. for you cuz too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on August 10, 2010, 07:19:42 PM
My s/o told me that when he was still living with his parents (WI), they moved into a new home. When they move in, they found that the garage was full of stuff (furniture, clothes, toys, food...etc) They ask the manager and the manager told them that the previous tenant left without informing the manager and left all their stuff behind too. His parents thought that was weird. Weird stuff started to happen in the house after they move in.

There is a little shack in the backyard and they'll find long strands of hair around it. It look like it was coming from underground. Him and his sisters experience a lot of weird stuff. They had a doll the size of a toddler and one time, the sister was sleeping and the doll was facing the wall. She sense something was watching her and when she open her eyes, the doll was facing her.

My s/o was playing hide and seek with his sisters. He went to hide under the blanket and as soon as he settle in, he felt something heavy sat on him. He couldn't move or breathe for a few seconds. He finally broke free and looked around but there was no one.

No one really know what happened in that house. They moved out soon after.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Zongta on August 11, 2010, 11:30:18 PM
somebody please kill this thread. it's a ghost story in itself. it never goes away
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on August 12, 2010, 11:54:34 AM
somebody please kill this thread. it's a ghost story in itself. it never goes away

no! leave it! Love coming on here reading these stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 13, 2010, 09:04:55 PM
This threat has accumulated so many replies and it is getting real long. It should stay and be extended some more.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hmongxiong on August 14, 2010, 01:18:22 AM
im just new to this so tell me how to pose up story.. cuz i got some scary one too.lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on August 14, 2010, 01:48:32 AM
I've told some of the best real life stories in here....the rest are lame and fake....go find mine and read it. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on August 16, 2010, 04:25:27 AM
Recently I lost my niece to cancer in june this year. The night before I got the call from my sister I dreamed of my neice. We were having a fun time just talking laughing joking chasing each other and playing house and store. Then she told me she had to leave cause her mommy was calling her to come home. We said our good byes and I told her I love her very much and I'll come visit her very soon. I felt this overwelming sadness when she left. I started to cry  then I heard my phone ring and woke me up. I answered my phone and it was my sister. She told me that her daughter is in the hospital because every 30 minutes my sister had to change her daughter's diaper cause she wouldn't stop pooping. It was a sign that her body was starting to shutting down slowly. My neice wanted to talk to me so my sister handed her the phone. My neice said to me aunty you told me you were going to come visit me before I went home how come you lied to me. You lier! That's when I broke down in tears knowing that she came to vsit me in my dream. She was mad at me and didn't want to talk to me so she handed her mom the phone. My sister said that the doctor told her my neice probably have a few more hours left with us and so my sister said to me that all of our siblings were there and I was the only that wasn't there yet. She knew my neice was waiting for me to come see her.

My husband and I flew out that afternoon. We didn't arrive there until 12am. When we got there I just cried my eyes out. She didn't look normal. I've never seen any person the way how she looked. My husband's mother passed away with cancer and she didn't look like my neice. My neice was already purple like she's been dead for a day or two. She wasn't talking anymore like she did early that morning when I talked to her on the phone....anywa y....

After about an hour of balling my eyes out I got really thirsty....I went to get a glass of water in the kitchen. I heard a little voice close to my ear saying aunty come back I miss you don't leave yet. I dropped my glass of water turned around and saw no one. I thought it was her little sister cause they were still running around but they were no where close to the kitchen. I power walked real fast to her bedroom cause in a way I was kinda freaked out and yet at the same time scared that I might not see her leave.

After a long flight my husband was exhasted and decided to sleep in the guest room. As he was laying there someone or something kept tickling his feet wouldn't let him sleep....so he got up and hung out with us in my neice's room. He didn't tell me this until the next day. He didn't want to creep me out. Anyway at about late 2am I said to my little neice....I see that you are suffering. I don't want to see you hurting anymore. I know that I told you I was coming to visit you when we were playing last night. I'm here now. You don't have to wait anymore. Don't be afraid to leave. Don't be afraid that we are going to be mad at you if you leave. We love you very much we won't get mad at you if you leave. As much as we want you to stay you can't cause God wants you back. He will love you more than us. And don't be afraid that you are going to be lonely cause your grandpa is there waiting for you. He knew before already before we did that you were going to be with him soon. So he's been waiting for you for awhile now. After when I said that to her, her breathing changed to short little breaths. She took her last 3 deep breaths and she was gone.

My sister and brother in law called all the uncles to come right after her passing. They were discussing over the plan of when they should hold her funeral while her body was still in the room. The whole time she had this very angry face. Her face was all twisted up cause they wanted to wait until one of the grandpas came back from a wedding in the mid of july to do her funeral. My husband and I weren't able to stay after the 12th of july. They were talking about me and my brothers that came from out of state. As soon as they mentioned my name her face relaxed and it almost seemed like she was smiling. So I guess she had spoken to them even after her death. So when they looked at her face and knew what she wanted they did her funeral the week before we all had to leave.  I don't feel her around me I guess we had said what we wanted to say to each other. But my sisters and mom still feel her around them sometimes.


This photo was taken 30 minutes after I arrived there. When I arrived she was almost naked. All she had on was her underwear. I told my sister that her daughter shouldn't pass with no clothes cause her spirit will be cold and naked. So I asked my sister to put her daughters favorite outfit on her. It was her princess dress that she loved so much she wore it almost everyday and askes for it everyday  :) and of course her favorite pair of silver shoe to go along with it.

(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/MizAdmirer/serenitybeforeshepassed.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on August 16, 2010, 08:52:01 AM
Recently I lost my niece to cancer in june this year. The night before I got the call from my sister I dreamed of my neice. We were having a fun time just talking laughing joking chasing each other and playing house and store. Then she told me she had to leave cause her mommy was calling her to come home. We said our good byes and I told her I love her very much and I'll come visit her very soon. I felt this overwelming sadness when she left. I started to cry  then I heard my phone ring and woke me up. I answered my phone and it was my sister. She told me that her daughter is in the hospital because every 30 minutes my sister had to clean her diaper cause she wouldn't stop pooping. It was a sign that her body was shutting down slowly. My neice wanted to talk to me so my sister handed her the phone. My neice said to me aunty you told me you were going to come visit me before I went home how come you lied to me. You lier! That's when I broke down in tears knowing that she came to vsit me in my dream. She was mad at me and didn't want to talk to me so she handed her mom the phone. My sister said that the doctor told her my neice probably have a few more hours left with us and said that all of our siblings were there and I was the only that wasn't there yet. She knew my neice was waiting for me to come see her.

My husband and I flew out that afternoon. We didn't arrive there until 12am. When we got there I just cried my eyes out. She didn't look normal. I've never seen any person the way how she looked. My husband's mother passed away with cancer and she didn't look like my neice. My neice was already purple like she's been dead for a day or two. She wasn't talking anymore like she did early that morning when I talked to her on the phone....anywa y....

After about an hour of balling my eyes out I got really thirsty....I went to get a glass of water in the kitchen. I heard a little voice close to my ear saying aunty come back I miss you don't leave yet. I dropped my glass of water turned around and saw no one. I thought it was her little sister cause they were still running around but they were no where close to the kitchen. I power walked real fast to her bedroom cause in a way I was kinda freaked out and yet at the some time scared that I might not see her leave.

After a long flight my husband was exhasted and decided to sleep in the guest room. As he was laying there someone or something kept tickling his feet wouldn't let him sleep....so he got up and hung out with us in my neice's room. He didn't tell me this until the next day. He didn't want to creep me out. Anyway at about late 2am I said to my little neice....I see that you are suffering. I don't want to see you hurting anymore. I know that I told you I was coming to visit you when we were playing last night. I'm here now. You don't have to wait anymore. Don't be afraid to leave. Don't be afraid that we are going to be mad at you if you leave. We love you very much we won't get mad at you if you leave. As much as we want you to stay you can't cause God wants you back. He will love you more than us. And don't be afraid that you are going to be lonely cause your grandpa is there waiting for you. He knew before already before we did that you were going to be with him soon. So he's been waiting for you for awhile now. After when I said that to her, her breathing changed to short little breaths. She took her last 3 deep breaths and she was gone.

My sister and brother in law called all the uncles to come right after her passing. They were discussing over the plan of when they should hold her funeral while her body was still in the room. The whole time she had this very angry face. Her face was all twisted up cause they wanted to wait until one of the grandpas came back from a wedding in the mid of july to do her funeral. My husband and I weren't able to stay after the 12th of july. They were talking about me and my brothers that came from out of state. As soon as they mentioned my name her face relaxed and it almost seemed like she was smiling. So I guess she had spoken to them even after her death. So when they looked at her face and knew what she wanted they did her funeral the week before we all had to leave.  I don't feel her around me I guess we had said what we wanted to say to each other. But my sisters and mom still feel her around them sometimes.

such a sad experience...I hope she found peace and love.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Special_K on August 16, 2010, 11:18:11 AM
Enelia - that's touching !  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on August 16, 2010, 02:00:28 PM
all my life ive always had that fear of being around ppl whose passed...i hate bein at funerals also. ive never been in a room with a dead person... sooo....i got to thinking...wha t or how am i gonna react like when my parents pass? will i be scared or will i go hug them for one last time? that thought always passes through my head.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 16, 2010, 02:20:25 PM
im just new to this so tell me how to pose up story.. cuz i got some scary one too.lol.

Do the same way you did the above words. Just make those sentences tell stories.

If you want to post up pictures, then that's a different thing. But there's no need for pictures of ghost stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on August 16, 2010, 09:56:11 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Enelia on August 17, 2010, 03:06:27 AM
all my life ive always had that fear of being around ppl whose passed...i hate bein at funerals also. ive never been in a room with a dead person... sooo....i got to thinking...wha t or how am i gonna react like when my parents pass? will i be scared or will i go hug them for one last time? that thought always passes through my head.
When it comes to a person that you've known all your life or a loved one you wouldn't be scare of their body cause all you feel is sadness that they are no longer with you in this world. The sadness will over come all your fears.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on August 17, 2010, 01:28:37 PM
all my life ive always had that fear of being around ppl whose passed...i hate bein at funerals also. ive never been in a room with a dead person... sooo....i got to thinking...wha t or how am i gonna react like when my parents pass? will i be scared or will i go hug them for one last time? that thought always passes through my head.

Me too. I can never go near a dead body. I'm afraid I might get scare with my family members too. I've been to funerals but I never look at the dead person. The only ones I've looked at is my grandma and my great uncle. I didn't even look at my aunt (mom's sister) when she pass.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on August 17, 2010, 01:30:21 PM
(http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Cdqt7S49fHY/0.jpg)

This picture is still around? Hahahah.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on August 17, 2010, 04:10:00 PM
Enelia, that is a touching story. Thanks for sharing. It made me sad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on August 18, 2010, 12:48:33 AM
When it comes to a person that you've known all your life or a loved one you wouldn't be scare of their body cause all you feel is sadness that they are no longer with you in this world. The sadness will over come all your fears.

i agree. although i've always been afraid of a dead corpse, it's always different when it comes down to your loved one(s). watching my brother's casket getting  lowered down into the ground and shoveling dirt over it...i can't even begin to explain the pain and sadness.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on August 18, 2010, 12:44:49 PM
Been awhile since i was in here, here's one but it aint all that

like a couple of nights ago, me, my sis, and my aunt were up around midnight. Here i am myspacing away and my sis phone banging and my aunty text bangin. They both got real quiet and said, "you hear that?" and i was like , "what?" they both claimed that they hear soft crying and humming coming from the wall, as if it was trying to hum a song all the while crying. I thought it was just our fridge, but nope! i was the only one who didnt hear it but they both did, lol, so we just ignored it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 20, 2010, 04:22:05 PM
Once upon a time in a southeast Asian country far, far away, there were two male cousins (let's name them Cousin A and Cousin B for identification s and also for confidentialit y purpose).  Cousin A was older than Cousin B by a few years but they were first cousins and so very close, also neighbors in the same village where a gorgeous chick was a resident of. Let's name her Girl.

The two cousins actually dated Girl simultaneously but secretly. (Of course, Girl knew that. But this is not a blaming post, so we aren't going to make cheating or playing an issue here.)

One day, Cousin A married Girl. She agreed to marry him. Upon learning of it, Cousin B was so hurt, like a knife piercing through his heart. Only she could mend his feelings. Every moment without hear made his entire sky dark as night. He had no motivation to do anything else in life, except to think of her and his  burning pain.

About 3 months later, Cousin B went to a hill deep in the woods where elders had been known to hunt. He carried some big rocks--head-sized--up the higher grounds and put them in a net that he tied onto some trees to hold in place.  

Cousin B came back home and invited Cousin A to go hunting with him.  So, they went towards that area. "Let's go hunt on different mountains," said Cousin B. "Whoever gets here early should cook for the night."

Cousin A agreed.

Cousin B actually went to a mountain nearby, although Cousin A actually went farther away.

When night came, Cousin A returned to the shelter area, he saw that Cousin A had already returned and started cooking.

The cooking and shelter were just right under the netted rocks.

So, Cousin B sneaked behind the hill and cut the net loose.

Cousin A's body was later found but no one knew who was the killer. So they just took that to be an accident. His funeral was handled properly according to traditions.

Unfortunately, Cousin A didn't have any younger brother. So his family had no son to transfer Girl to for a marriage within the family.

Cousin B said to the elders he would be willing to bow down and take the responsibility of marrying Girl.

The proper ceremonies were done. The two got married.

A few months later, Cousin B went hunting with some elders at a nearby area. And since it was far from home, they also stayed overnight.

At night, everyone was already sleeping under some fern tents. An old guy was still smoking his giant watered bamboo pipe and so he did not sleep at the same time as they rest.  While he was puffing, the old man saw a reddish cave rat sniffing around the fireplace and crawling towards Cousin B.  The rat had a glowing leaf in its mouth. The old man watched it as it climbed up Cousin B's body. The rat dropped the leaf onto Cousin B's chest. The rat then scurried away.

The old man said to himself, "Bah, why does that cave rat put this thing on the boy's chest? Let me throw it away."

The old man reached for the leaf and moved it onto a burning log on the other side of the bonfire.

A few minutes later, a huge tiger pounced right onto the log, bit it, and shook it around--creating sparks all over the place.

Everyone got up as the tiger ran off into the dark!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on August 20, 2010, 10:56:21 PM
Once upon a time in a southeast Asian country far, far away, there were two male cousins (let's name them Cousin A and Cousin B for identification s and also for confidentialit y purpose).  Cousin A was older than Cousin B by a few years but they were first cousins and so very close, also neighbors in the same village where a gorgeous chick was a resident of. Let's name her Girl.

The two cousins actually dated Girl simultaneously but secretly. (Of course, Girl knew that. But this is not a blaming post, so we aren't going to make cheating or playing an issue here.)

One day, Cousin A married Girl. She agreed to marry him. Upon learning of it, Cousin B was so hurt, like a knife piercing through his heart. Only she could mend his feelings. Every moment without hear made his entire sky dark as night. He had no motivation to do anything else in life, except to think of her and his  burning pain.

About 3 months later, Cousin B went to a hill deep in the woods where elders had been known to hunt. He carried some big rocks--head-sized--up the higher grounds and put them in a net that he tied onto some trees to hold in place.  

Cousin B came back home and invited Cousin A to go hunting with him.  So, they went towards that area. "Let's go hunt on different mountains," said Cousin B. "Whoever gets here early should cook for the night."

Cousin A agreed.

Cousin B actually went to a mountain nearby, although Cousin A actually went farther away.

When night came, Cousin A returned to the shelter area, he saw that Cousin A had already returned and started cooking.

The cooking and shelter were just right under the netted rocks.

So, Cousin B sneaked behind the hill and cut the net loose.

Cousin A's body was later found but no one knew who was the killer. So they just took that to be an accident. His funeral was handled properly according to traditions.

Unfortunately, Cousin A didn't have any younger brother. So his family had no son to transfer Girl to for a marriage within the family.

Cousin B said to the elders he would be willing to bow down and take the responsibility of marrying Girl.

The proper ceremonies were done. The two got married.

A few months later, Cousin B went hunting with some elders at a nearby area. And since it was far from home, they also stayed overnight.

At night, everyone was already sleeping under some fern tents. An old guy was still smoking his giant watered bamboo pipe and so he did not sleep at the same time as they rest.  While he was puffing, the old man saw a reddish cave rat sniffing around the fireplace and crawling towards Cousin B.  The rat had a glowing leaf in its mouth. The old man watched it as it climbed up Cousin B's body. The rat dropped the leaf onto Cousin B's chest. The rat then scurried away.

The old man said to himself, "Bah, why does that cave rat put this thing on the boy's chest? Let me throw it away."

The old man reached for the leaf and moved it onto a burning log on the other side of the bonfire.

A few minutes later, a huge tiger pounced right onto the log, bit it, and shook it around--creating sparks all over the place.

Everyone got up as the tiger ran off into the dark!

he was very lucky!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on August 20, 2010, 11:25:26 PM
Reporter's not done yet. I've heard the story. Let me guess, you got that story from XOBLAIM dabneeg conference call
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on August 20, 2010, 11:35:19 PM
Recently I lost my niece to cancer in june this year. The night before I got the call from my sister I dreamed of my neice. We were having a fun time just talking laughing joking chasing each other and playing house and store. Then she told me she had to leave cause her mommy was calling her to come home. We said our good byes and I told her I love her very much and I'll come visit her very soon. I felt this overwelming sadness when she left. I started to cry  then I heard my phone ring and woke me up. I answered my phone and it was my sister. She told me that her daughter is in the hospital because every 30 minutes my sister had to change her daughter's diaper cause she wouldn't stop pooping. It was a sign that her body was starting to shutting down slowly. My neice wanted to talk to me so my sister handed her the phone. My neice said to me aunty you told me you were going to come visit me before I went home how come you lied to me. You lier! That's when I broke down in tears knowing that she came to vsit me in my dream. She was mad at me and didn't want to talk to me so she handed her mom the phone. My sister said that the doctor told her my neice probably have a few more hours left with us and so my sister said to me that all of our siblings were there and I was the only that wasn't there yet. She knew my neice was waiting for me to come see her.

My husband and I flew out that afternoon. We didn't arrive there until 12am. When we got there I just cried my eyes out. She didn't look normal. I've never seen any person the way how she looked. My husband's mother passed away with cancer and she didn't look like my neice. My neice was already purple like she's been dead for a day or two. She wasn't talking anymore like she did early that morning when I talked to her on the phone....anywa y....

After about an hour of balling my eyes out I got really thirsty....I went to get a glass of water in the kitchen. I heard a little voice close to my ear saying aunty come back I miss you don't leave yet. I dropped my glass of water turned around and saw no one. I thought it was her little sister cause they were still running around but they were no where close to the kitchen. I power walked real fast to her bedroom cause in a way I was kinda freaked out and yet at the same time scared that I might not see her leave.

After a long flight my husband was exhasted and decided to sleep in the guest room. As he was laying there someone or something kept tickling his feet wouldn't let him sleep....so he got up and hung out with us in my neice's room. He didn't tell me this until the next day. He didn't want to creep me out. Anyway at about late 2am I said to my little neice....I see that you are suffering. I don't want to see you hurting anymore. I know that I told you I was coming to visit you when we were playing last night. I'm here now. You don't have to wait anymore. Don't be afraid to leave. Don't be afraid that we are going to be mad at you if you leave. We love you very much we won't get mad at you if you leave. As much as we want you to stay you can't cause God wants you back. He will love you more than us. And don't be afraid that you are going to be lonely cause your grandpa is there waiting for you. He knew before already before we did that you were going to be with him soon. So he's been waiting for you for awhile now. After when I said that to her, her breathing changed to short little breaths. She took her last 3 deep breaths and she was gone.

My sister and brother in law called all the uncles to come right after her passing. They were discussing over the plan of when they should hold her funeral while her body was still in the room. The whole time she had this very angry face. Her face was all twisted up cause they wanted to wait until one of the grandpas came back from a wedding in the mid of july to do her funeral. My husband and I weren't able to stay after the 12th of july. They were talking about me and my ubr others that came from out of state. As soon as they mentioned my name her face relaxed and it almost seemed like she was smiling. So I guess she had spoken to them even after her death. So when they looked at her face and knew what she wanted they did her funeral the week before we all had to leave.  I don't feel her around me I guess we had said what we wanted to say to each other. But my sisters and mom still feel her around them sometimes.


This photo was taken 30 minutes after I arrived there. When I arrived she was almost naked. All she had on was her underwear. I told my sister that her daughter shouldn't pass with no clothes cause her spirit will be cold and naked. So I asked my sister to put her daughters favorite outfit on her. It was her princess dress that she loved so much she wore it almost everyday and askes for it everyday  :) and of course her favorite pair of silver shoe to go along with it.

(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v417/MizAdmirer/serenitybeforeshepassed.jpg)


Sorry for your loss
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ladie_rain on August 21, 2010, 01:07:30 PM
I got a great one I heard from the flute guy at my great grandma's funeral a couple of weeks ago. This Vang guy his best friend had died and so being that they are best friends the dead friend's family asked the friend to go and play the drums for him since they were best friends and he agreed so during the 2nd night of the funeral it was really late while the guy was drummin away he saw from the corner of his eyes his dead friend getting up from the casket and walk towards him..He got scared and dropped the drum and ran away when he got home he told his wife what he had saw and a couple of days after that he was sick and he died. His wife was very upset and told this story to anyone and everyone who would listen cause she believed that her hubby's dead friend took him that night at the funeral home it just happended in July.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Darkplanetasia on August 21, 2010, 01:21:51 PM
there once was a ghost, the end.

OVER!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 21, 2010, 02:58:21 PM
Reporter's not done yet. I've heard the story. Let me guess, you got that story from XOBLAIM dabneeg conference call

You can tell more of the story. But the end result is the same: the killer isn't killed. Correct? There's no more suspense beyond that, is there?

I didn't get the story from Xoblaim. But I heard it from someone. I believe they may have heard it from Xoblaim or some others. I don't claim ownership of the story. I'm just telling the story. Do you have more details?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 21, 2010, 02:59:09 PM
there once was a ghost, the end.

OVER!

Was it  friendly one? :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on August 21, 2010, 04:32:25 PM
Was it  friendly one? :D

It was Casper, the friendly ghost.

(http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn75/aboveawhisper/casper_l.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Darkplanetasia on August 21, 2010, 04:46:56 PM
hey stop adding on to my story, it ended with "There once was a ghost"

OVER!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 22, 2010, 10:31:25 PM
Planetasia, you know you cannot stop this post from having more stories or continuing yours, right?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 22, 2010, 11:01:01 PM
My cousin who is also my best friend, moved down to socal for college when we graduated. I ended up going to college in town.

He moved in with his older brother and their friends in a small two story apartment complex. It was like a month into it that he told me about the weird things that happened at that place. First, they have a friend who is deathly scared of dolls. Every kind of doll, barbies, bears, and especially the baby ones that suppose to open its eyes when you lift it up. He's scared of dolls because once they had some family visiting them and a little sister came. The sister had a doll she took with her with little red hair. He was sleeping on the couch when everyone had left to get dinner when he hears little feet running across the floor. He's kind of still sleepy so he only opens his eyes a crack and he sees the doll running from one side of the room to the other. When he sits up, the doll drops to the carpet and stops moving right where it was running.

Also, he says that he's been woken up by what he thought was kids jumping on his bed. He could hear them laughing and feel his bed bouncing a lot, when he sat up the bed was still shaking but then they stopped.

The last one is when his uncles came down to party and drink. After some partying some of the people got tired and went to one of the bedrooms to sleep while the others continued drinking. One uncle, our cousin we call Shrimp, and a family friend were sleeping in a room with 2 beds. There was 1 guy in each bed and one guy on the floor. The family friend and Shrimp were still kinda talkin about life with their eyes closed cause they were kinda drunk and tired when the uncle yelled and ran from the room. The drunks also hauled ass after him, you know how that goes, when one person screams everyone gets scared and screams. So they run out and the uncle says that when they were talkin about life, he heard the closet open so he opened his eyes to look, and an old grandfather person got out of the closet and started walking to him. Except the thing wasn't walking, it was floating and came directly above him by the ceiling fan. That's when he screamed and ran.

I've stayed at their place once, but didn't notice anything too strange, except for the Lord of the Rings poster they have to cover up the hole in the wall :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 22, 2010, 11:29:38 PM
I have a younger cousin who used to have relatives in Visalia. His grandma on his mom's side died when he was like 4 or 5 years old. After the funeral, everyone was at the deceased grandma's apartment cooking and eating and stuff. He told me he was walking through the hallway to go to the bedroom and play video games when he noticed that the picture of the grandma on the wall was crying. I asked him if it was clear teardrops, but he said no, it was like the ink was melting from where the eyes were, so it looked like black tear drops. He pointed it out to an older cousin, and they call the parents and aunts and uncles over. He says he still remembers how the adults were crying and scared, and how they all of a sudden all the kids were made to go to bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 22, 2010, 11:39:46 PM
I heard this from one of the older guys at church, by old i mean like 50 years old or so.

He said that there was a hmong man from America who went to Thailand and Laos to look for a second wife. He was spending money, having fun, and talking up a lot of the young girls that are trying to get to America. So one night, they are eating at the house in a village, and he needs to go number 2 but since he doesnt wanna walk all the way to the outhouse, he walks over to some woods and does his business there. Well, as he stayed longer, he started getting sicker and sicker until he asked his wife in America to send him money so he can come home. Because she's a faithful wife (although I hate stories like this) she sends him the money to come back. When he get's back, it isn't too long before his sickness overcomes him and he dies. They say that when they did the autopsy his guts had rotted out. Hmong people say that it's because he did his business over a grave, and the thing already put it's hands up and pulled out and ate his insides that night. He was just living with a limited time after that.

much scarier when it was told in hmong, but you guys get it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 22, 2010, 11:53:41 PM
Ok, maybe a last one, while I still got them fresh in my head.

Have you guys heard about the "seeing ghost" trick. Some people say you look under your armpit, but the elders told me it's that you look under your legs when walking down a hallway. They say that by doing that, you are viewing through a portal to another realm. The thing is, it's alright as long as the inhabitants of the other realm don't notice you. If they look at you and see you, it might be something you'll regret. They told me what you have to do, is pretend you're not looking, pretend like you are tying your shoes, or that you are picking something up. Try it.

And I think someone else may have posted it, but my aunt told me the story of a hmong guy going to table mountain casino. If anyone has gone, there's a narrow and windy road to get to the casino. He was going pretty fast and was stopped by a cop and given a ticket. When he later went to court, the judge asked him how he got the ticket because the officer had been dead for 4 years.

^that story I've heard about other places too like in Wisconsin or something. Urban legend maybe?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Darkplanetasia on August 23, 2010, 02:15:02 AM
Planetasia, you know you cannot stop this post from having more stories or continuing yours, right?
fine! there once wasn't a ghost, to be continue

OVER!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Shadow on August 23, 2010, 08:36:59 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on August 24, 2010, 12:26:28 AM
I heard this from one of the older guys at church, by old i mean like 50 years old or so.

He said that there was a hmong man from America who went to Thailand and Laos to look for a second wife. He was spending money, having fun, and talking up a lot of the young girls that are trying to get to America. So one night, they are eating at the house in a village, and he needs to go number 2 but since he doesnt wanna walk all the way to the outhouse, he walks over to some woods and does his business there. Well, as he stayed longer, he started getting sicker and sicker until he asked his wife in America to send him money so he can come home. Because she's a faithful wife (although I hate stories like this) she sends him the money to come back. When he get's back, it isn't too long before his sickness overcomes him and he dies. They say that when they did the autopsy his guts had rotted out. Hmong people say that it's because he did his business over a grave, and the thing already put it's hands up and pulled out and ate his insides that night. He was just living with a limited time after that.

much scarier when it was told in hmong, but you guys get it.



nah, i think he was poisoned. he thought he was pimp daddy getting all the young girls, but in return they probably put some rat poisoning or something similar in his food to send him back home for good.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on August 26, 2010, 10:59:08 AM
This past weekend when I went to Fresno for my sister's wedding.  My niece was there with her toddler and told me a creepy story that happen to her baby. 

She told me that for the past weeks or so her baby has been crying hysterically for no reason.  She'll cry until my niece had her open her eyes and then she'll stop.  So that has been happening every night.  So one day she decide to call her sister up and ask their Shaman friend to look into it.

The Shaman friend go to his thaj neeb and started to do his thing and saw the details of what was causing her baby to cry.  The Shaman asked my niece if they took her baby to this river place and were they in a hurry to come back home.  My niece reply saying that when the baby was only 7 months they did indeed took her to a river and when they came home they were rushing. 

The Shaman said that b/c the baby's soul is still very vulnerable to the spirit world, this little meeka troll like spirit that Wander the river saw her baby and got attach to the baby.  When they were rushing home; they jump a little ditch and my niece’s husband dropped the baby’s blanket.  My niece picked it up and what that was when the troll like spirit girl took the blanket as well.  She then follow them home therefore every night the spirit girl would come and play with their baby who is about 9 months now.

The Shaman then took all of his soldiers with him (spiritually) to the place.  While he was getting to the river, he and his soldiers was stopped by the spirit that protects the land there and he told them that they’re here to not cause any problems but to find out what happened to one of their friend’s spirit.  When he got to the ditch where they dropped the blanket; he saw a troll like or hunchback old century meeka spirit wandering around.  I’m not sure if he spoke to her but what he did was block the pathway to my niece’s house so the spirit can not find them and asked them to ua neeb to really fix the issue.  So this past weekend was why they were in town to have their step-grandma ua neeb for their baby.

It was so creepy when she told us of what happened.  She didn’t know that you’re not suppose to take a baby that young to places like that but you live you learn.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 26, 2010, 12:05:49 PM
fine! there once wasn't a ghost, to be continue

OVER!
;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 26, 2010, 12:13:44 PM
So, back in Laos, an old guy was on his way to a funeral. He had to go through some forests, since Laos was just full of woodlands in between villages.

On the way, he heard a baby cry on the side of the road. So he stopped and peeked into the woods. He saw a little child holding a baby.  They looked like humans but weren't. He knew right away they weren't. But they looked helpless and nonthreatening .

"Why is the baby crying?" the man asked the nanny toddler.

"Oh, that's because mom and dad are out to a feast," the toddler replied without looking up at the man.

"Where are they at?"


"Way over that village."

"I'm going there," the man said.

"Can you tell them to hurry back? Tell them the baby is crying."

"Sure...um...bu t how do I know which ones they are?"

"...you take this leaf and put it in your mouth when you get there. You'll see them and you'll just know."

The toddler handed the man a qos tsov leaf. The man took it, thanked the toddler and walked off.

"Please tell them to hurry back and that the baby is crying," the toddler yelled after the man.

As the man was approaching the funeral scene, the man put the leaf inside his mouth. He saw lots of ghosts chasing one an other, jumping all over the woks of boiled foods and the rice steamers and over and under the wooden stand for the dead...they were dipping their arms into the woks, pots, and steamers for foods, and eating and taking foods from one another...the other humans didn't seem to notice these activities.

"The child says the baby has  been crying and that you should hurry back now," said the raised his voice and yelled out to the ghosts.

Suddenly, they all disappeared. The man noticed that the leaf in his mouth has been snatched away! ;D



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on August 26, 2010, 03:23:50 PM
Reporter,

Please finish your first story about cousin A and cousin B.  You never finish it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on August 26, 2010, 04:08:34 PM
Reporter,

Please finish your first story about cousin A and cousin B.  You never finish it.
yes please do so..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on August 26, 2010, 05:07:02 PM
you guys dare to watch this:

http://blog.asiantown.net/-/3002/unexpected-guest.aspx
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on August 26, 2010, 05:39:39 PM
^WTH!  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on August 26, 2010, 06:37:35 PM
you guys dare to watch this:

http://blog.asiantown.net/-/3002/unexpected-guest.aspx


What is it? im too scare to watch.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: babiie_gurlo on August 26, 2010, 11:10:32 PM
you guys dare to watch this:

http://blog.asiantown.net/-/3002/unexpected-guest.aspx

me too scared to click on it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 27, 2010, 11:59:33 AM
So, back in Laos, an old guy was on his way to a funeral. He had to go through some forests, since Laos was just full of woodlands in between villages.

On the way, he heard a baby cry on the side of the road. So he stopped and peeked into the woods. He saw a little child holding a baby.  They looked like humans but weren't. He knew right away they weren't. But they looked helpless and nonthreatening .

"Why is the baby crying?" the man asked the nanny toddler.

"Oh, that's because mom and dad are out to a feast," the toddler replied without looking up at the man.

"Where are they at?"


"Way over that village."

"I'm going there," the man said.

"Can you tell them to hurry back? Tell them the baby is crying."

"Sure...um...bu t how do I know which ones they are?"

"...you take this leaf and put it in your mouth when you get there. You'll see them and you'll just know."

The toddler handed the man a qos tsov leaf. The man took it, thanked the toddler and walked off.

"Please tell them to hurry back and that the baby is crying," the toddler yelled after the man.

As the man was approaching the funeral scene, the man put the leaf inside his mouth. He saw lots of ghosts chasing one an other, jumping all over the woks of boiled foods and the rice steamers and over and under the wooden stand for the dead...they were dipping their arms into the woks, pots, and steamers for foods, and eating and taking foods from one another...the other humans didn't seem to notice these activities.

"The child says the baby has  been crying and that you should hurry back now," said the raised his voice and yelled out to the ghosts.

Suddenly, they all disappeared. The man noticed that the leaf in his mouth has been snatched away! ;D




I don't care if those people seem like they needed help, nobody especially little kids are suppose to be in the woods in the first place, even if it could of been some real kids (orphans) being banned by their evil aunt and uncle like in most Hmong movies but still. I'll run a marathon back home. Disguise me a little now hearing about how those little creature stick their hands in our food pots and stuff at the funeral home, those curry was good, I wonder what's the secret ingredient to it, on second thought I don't really want to know.  :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on August 27, 2010, 12:09:41 PM
you guys dare to watch this:

http://blog.asiantown.net/-/3002/unexpected-guest.aspx


It looks good for a horror movie. Thanks for sharing!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on August 27, 2010, 01:45:36 PM
there once was a ghost, the end.

OVER!

You for got the part "The name was Casper the friendly ghost."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 27, 2010, 02:43:11 PM
I don't care if those people seem like they needed help, nobody especially little kids are suppose to be in the woods in the first place, even if it could of been some real kids (orphans) being banned by their evil aunt and uncle like in most Hmong movies but still. I'll run a marathon back home. Disguise me a little now hearing about how those little creature stick their hands in our food pots and stuff at the funeral home, those curry was good, I wonder what's the secret ingredient to it, on second thought I don't really want to know.  :idiot2:

The last time I ate some foods at the funeral, I felt nauseated. Now, I won't ever eat them again. You know why...
 ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on August 27, 2010, 03:10:20 PM
ghost are humans too, be nice to them and they'll be nice to you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on August 27, 2010, 03:13:16 PM
ghost are humans too, be nice to them and they'll be nice to you.

You mean they used to be?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on August 27, 2010, 03:16:57 PM
you guys dare to watch this:

http://blog.asiantown.net/-/3002/unexpected-guest.aspx


 :sleepy1: :sleepy2: :sleepy1: :sleepy2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on August 27, 2010, 03:18:21 PM
The last time I ate some foods at the funeral, I felt nauseated. Now, I won't ever eat them again. You know why...
 ;D


That's so gross... I've never looked at it like that...  :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: almostfamous on August 30, 2010, 12:53:24 AM

We were driving from MI to MN for a wedding we decided to go at night that way we'd avoid the whole Chicago traffic.

I didn'thave my glasses on cause I only needed them for night driving but never bothered to wear them.

damn that is scary!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on August 30, 2010, 01:33:14 AM
Recently I lost my niece to cancer in june this year. The night before I got the call from my sister I dreamed of my neice. We were having a fun time just talking laughing joking chasing each other and playing house and store. Then she told me she had to leave cause her mommy was calling her to come home. We said our good byes and I told her I love her very much and I'll come visit her very soon. I felt this overwelming sadness when she left. I started to cry  then I heard my phone ring and woke me up. I answered my phone and it was my sister. She told me that her daughter is in the hospital because every 30 minutes my sister had to change her daughter's diaper cause she wouldn't stop pooping. It was a sign that her body was starting to shutting down slowly. My neice wanted to talk to me so my sister handed her the phone. My neice said to me aunty you told me you were going to come visit me before I went home how come you lied to me. You lier! That's when I broke down in tears knowing that she came to vsit me in my dream. She was mad at me and didn't want to talk to me so she handed her mom the phone. My sister said that the doctor told her my neice probably have a few more hours left with us and so my sister said to me that all of our siblings were there and I was the only that wasn't there yet. She knew my neice was waiting for me to come see her.

My husband and I flew out that afternoon. We didn't arrive there until 12am. When we got there I just cried my eyes out. She didn't look normal. I've never seen any person the way how she looked. My husband's mother passed away with cancer and she didn't look like my neice. My neice was already purple like she's been dead for a day or two. She wasn't talking anymore like she did early that morning when I talked to her on the phone....anywa y....

After about an hour of balling my eyes out I got really thirsty....I went to get a glass of water in the kitchen. I heard a little voice close to my ear saying aunty come back I miss you don't leave yet. I dropped my glass of water turned around and saw no one. I thought it was her little sister cause they were still running around but they were no where close to the kitchen. I power walked real fast to her bedroom cause in a way I was kinda freaked out and yet at the same time scared that I might not see her leave.

After a long flight my husband was exhasted and decided to sleep in the guest room. As he was laying there someone or something kept tickling his feet wouldn't let him sleep....so he got up and hung out with us in my neice's room. He didn't tell me this until the next day. He didn't want to creep me out. Anyway at about late 2am I said to my little neice....I see that you are suffering. I don't want to see you hurting anymore. I know that I told you I was coming to visit you when we were playing last night. I'm here now. You don't have to wait anymore. Don't be afraid to leave. Don't be afraid that we are going to be mad at you if you leave. We love you very much we won't get mad at you if you leave. As much as we want you to stay you can't cause God wants you back. He will love you more than us. And don't be afraid that you are going to be lonely cause your grandpa is there waiting for you. He knew before already before we did that you were going to be with him soon. So he's been waiting for you for awhile now. After when I said that to her, her breathing changed to short little breaths. She took her last 3 deep breaths and she was gone.

My sister and brother in law called all the uncles to come right after her passing. They were discussing over the plan of when they should hold her funeral while her body was still in the room. The whole time she had this very angry face. Her face was all twisted up cause they wanted to wait until one of the grandpas came back from a wedding in the mid of july to do her funeral. My husband and I weren't able to stay after the 12th of july. They were talking about me and my brothers that came from out of state. As soon as they mentioned my name her face relaxed and it almost seemed like she was smiling. So I guess she had spoken to them even after her death. So when they looked at her face and knew what she wanted they did her funeral the week before we all had to leave.  I don't feel her around me I guess we had said what we wanted to say to each other. But my sisters and mom still feel her around them sometimes.


This photo was taken 30 minutes after I arrived there. When I arrived she was almost naked. All she had on was her underwear. I told my sister that her daughter shouldn't pass with no clothes cause her spirit will be cold and naked. So I asked my sister to put her daughters favorite outfit on her. It was her princess dress that she loved so much she wore it almost everyday and askes for it everyday  :) and of course her favorite pair of silver shoe to go along with it.

OMG so sorry to hear about your loss...after seeing that photo of your niece it made me cried because I also lost my little cousin who was only 6 months old this past july...my prayers goes out to you and your family....
Title: Goz-stess!
Post by: SimpleGuy on August 30, 2010, 03:44:41 PM
Otay~! Heres one with my cousins.

So my Aunty bought this one house by Dale and Larpenture in Maplewood/SaintPaul Minnesota. They didnt know that it was haunted so they bought it cause her husband and her were starting off fresh. They settled in the house with 3 children and one more on the way. At times during the day, they would hear footsteps coming upstairs.(The kitchen is where the downstairs lead to) Sooooooo... like I said, they would hear footsteps coming up the stairs and sometimes just someone walking downstairs cause its non-carpeted.
They talked to this one psychic-lady and asked her what was wrong with the house, the psy-lady said that when the last couple lived there, it was an old couple and the older woman slipped and fell down in the bathroom downstairs.  :o  Ack, thats just a scary thought, well then... So they learn that its bad for the baby inside of her belly to be around this (Woman) because she could do some bad things to her. So they couldnt really do anything about moving out because they've been living there for like a year now. And they've settled down in that house already, so then my cousin stay'd with my aunty to make her feel better.
After giving birth to a baby boy, they leave the house within three months and move to frogtown. But the scary thing is that.... When they were at their old house, the psychic-lady said that, during the day, the old lady would come upstairs and play with the barbie dolls and watch the two little girls in the living room. AKFJ:ALJFAFJ FTW!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ladie_rain on August 30, 2010, 05:29:15 PM
Well on the day that my grandma got really sick and my grandpa found her passed out my little 4 yr old cousin watch the paramedics take grandma away..When grandma died in the hospital everyone went back to the house well my little cousin said that grandma wasn't dead cause he saw grandma leave the house with an old man.. He said he had seen her leaving so she will be coming back and she's not dead..Well after my aunt told us this story she was like maybe grandma is here with us and we just can't see her..As soon as my aunt said that my grandma's sister who lived in MN said that she seen someone in grandma's garden out in the back yard she said is that my sister? Everyone ran to window and looked out there it was this old woman out there picking hot peppers my aunts ran out there well it wasn't grandma but her friend from down the street who didn't know my grandma had died and had came to get veggies from my grandma's garden.



Last year my parents went to MN to go visit my great aunt cause she was deathly ill well they were there for a whole and she didn't pass but the dr's had said that it would be soon so with that said my dad said out loud that since it wasn't her time to go my parents were gonna come back home and for the family to call him when the time comes after saying that my parents headed back to my grandparents house as soon as they got there my uncle called for them to go back cause it was her time my parent's rushed back to the hopsital and just as they got there she took her last breathe well still standing at the door way my mom saw the dead aunt looking over everyone's shoulder and looking at her own dead body my mom was so scared she turned pale and fainted my parents ended up not going to her funeral cause my mom was scared of her
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on August 30, 2010, 10:37:52 PM
creepy. now more stories please
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on September 01, 2010, 12:34:14 AM
f'ing grammar god d@mn it relating to post by ladie rain...
i was f'ing raging trying to f'ing understand wtf you were writing about...
f u :knuppel2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on September 01, 2010, 03:11:11 PM
yeah, i was having a hard time understanding that story, too. well, it's a good thing i'm used to it because i didn't eventually got it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on September 01, 2010, 04:30:19 PM
Back in the old days, suitors would often walk across jungled hills and valleys to other villages just to whisper with their lovers at the bedroom walls. The activity was so addicting, many had chosen to go alone.  Many took their silvery, manually-sewn blankets with them so that they could cuddle outside the walls in the chilly nights, dreaming away with the sweet whispers (and they were always sweet, never bitter, by the way). But all must try to brave the night home before the roosters started crowing and before the elders got up to find them. Everyone was too timid to be seen while courting.

The road back home was always in the dark and not always friendly. Stones had been thrown onto the pathways by unknown apparitions. Tall white figures stood on the road but within an unreachable distance.  Babies had cried on the sides of the roads. And others skillful moves resulting in many suitors having to slaughter chickens to call their souls back via traditional ceremonies.

Well, this one suitor had his old rugged blanket with him one evening on his way back to his village after the whispering romance with his girl. Somewhat dark into the earlier morning, he could not see much. But while on the road in the deep jungle far in between the two villages, the suitor began growing goosebumps. What he was hearing was the most unusual of all of the ghost pranks he had ever heard of. This one didn't stand up as a white figure. It did not throw stones. It did not scream like a baby or a helpless ill or hungry person. Rather, it just came down from the higher elevation and stormed down the jungle, cracking twigs and branches and rustling leaves like a burning tornado.

The suitor stood quiet on the dirt road with his blanket over his shoulders as the rustling came closer and grew louder from the north side--the higher side--of the road! Then the branches on the trees right by his side shook and swang like a wavering coconut tree! The earth trembled as the rustlings halted in silence right on the edge of the road within just a few feet from where the suitor was standing.

The suitor could feel his feet shaking and weakening. Many in this tense situation would have dropped their pants and lost their souls.

But he managed to raise up his blanket over his head, holding the blanket high in his hands as he faced the rustling spot in the dark!

Just then the turbulent rustlings toned down, whiffing right pass the suitor to the south side of the road. The rustlings slowly tapered off down the valley; a few branches vibrated near their tips. It never returned.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: roach916 on September 01, 2010, 08:44:43 PM
More pls.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on September 02, 2010, 04:48:00 PM
That's so gross... I've never looked at it like that...  :-\

Well, now you do...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on September 03, 2010, 12:24:37 PM
On one particular night my younger sister went and hang out w/her BF and his friends who happen to lived down the street from our house.
Their laos neighbor who  lived 3houses down  was holding a funeral service for their grandma that jux pass away....her BF and his friends was in the livingroom playing poker when there a knock at the door...the friend sister went and open the door and start crying....all the friends was  curious as to why the sister was reacting the way that she was....they all walked toward the door and saw the grandma in her white outfit w/a pale face talking to them in laos....my sister was pretty freak out,  I heard  even some of the guy were crying...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on September 08, 2010, 03:17:52 PM
On one particular night my younger sister went and hang out w/her BF and his friends who happen to lived down the street from our house.
Their laos neighbor who  lived 3houses down  was holding a funeral service for their grandma that jux pass away....her BF and his friends was in the livingroom playing poker when there a knock at the door...the friend sister went and open the door and start crying....all the friends was  curious as to why the sister was reacting the way that she was....they all walked toward the door and saw the grandma in her white outfit w/a pale face talking to them in laos....my sister was pretty freak out,  I heard  even some of the guy were crying...

FYI - DO NOT buy a house from the Fillipinos.  My husband's colleague stated that they bring the decease's body from the morgue and hold the funeral service at the resident.  Yes, in America, as a matter of fact, in Fresno, CA.  I'm sure there are other asian that does that, due to culture/beliefs and etc.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on September 10, 2010, 04:16:10 PM
Took me a few months, but I'm finally caught up! Some were creepy, some were confusing, skimmed through some, even though I'm reading these in broad day light... I still jump haha

For me, I've had a few encounters, but I don't think I've ever seen an actual figure in front of me. I've caught at the corner of my eyes what I thought was a white or black figure, but when I look again...nothin g! Most of my experiences are more "hearing" things versus "seeing". Here's something weird that's been happening in my left ear since Spring (when I first started reading this thread). Early in the morning and late at night...there's this wind blowing sound in my left ear drum. This goes on and off for about 30 seconds or so. I know it's not someone doing it bc it sounds like it's coming from within my ear drums.

ok back to the topic...I probably already shared some of these before, but that was 100+ pages ago so apologizing ahead if I've already shared these. I'm also typing from my ipod so there will be lots of typo...deal with it or read the next post. Consider this as my disclaimer  O0

Back in 2002, my brother and I moved to Wis to stay with my oldest brother n his family. We moved in a few weeks before Labor Day wknd. Our other family members came up to visit during the GB festivities. Monday (Labor Day) after everyone left...my brother, nyab, her friend, n nephew went to do the laundry. It was about 7pm n they didn't return home yet so I decided to get dinner started. The sun was setting n it'd be dark soon. All the blinds in the living room was up with a few windows proped open. Their house is an older one so the way it's set up is.. living room and dining room is next to each other, no wall seperating the two. If you're in the kitchen, you can see straight out the living room windows. Anyways, I was at the kitchen sink cleaning and prepping a whole chicken I was gonna cook for dinner. My back is towards the living/dining room. Out of nowhere I hear this loud belch coming from an old lady! The sun had already set and it was pitch dark through out the house except for the tv. I was too consume with cleaning the darn chicken, I didn't realize how dark it had gotten. There's also no window in front of the sink either so thats another reason why I didn't realize the sun was gone. The kitchen is also dimly lit. So..... the belching sound came from within the kitchen and I knew I was the only one home at the time. I looked over and realized that the big kitchen window was also proped open so maybe thats where the noise came from. I kept my cool although my hair was literally standing up. I managed to walk through the dark house, turn on the living rooom  light, close the windows, and roll down the blinds. Luckily everyone returned home shortly.

Stay tune....

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on September 10, 2010, 07:39:18 PM
Ok...work is slow so I'll continue.

When they got back I told my nyab what I heard earlier in the kitchen. (rewind back a few weeks- my nyab was telling me how they thought her nephew's deceased paternal grandma is always with him bc he keeps telling them he always see an old lady hanging around. Well one day they were sitting around the dinner table in the kitchen...her nephew sat facing the window. All of a sudden he started to cry. They asked him what happen and he says there's an old lady outside the window. She keeps telling him to go to the window. That's why when I heard the old lady belching noise, I sorta got freaked out. They were also in the middle of renovating the kitchen so no curtains or blind...just a big window.) Alrighty, back to the present.... my nyab's friend who was with them is a scaredy cat so she goes "OMG, Tia...you didn't tell them about this house?!?" My nyab had this guilty look on her face and said "ok I'll tell u guys about this house, but we have to go else where". As we're driving away from the house my brother goes "oh great, the cross street is Elm." (He's a big Freddy Kruger fan)

We ended up at Applebees that night. My nyab began to tell my brother and I stories about the house and her family's various encounters.  The house use to be her parent's before they got divorced. Her dad moved out and it was just her mom and the children living there until she got remarried...my brother and nyab then took over.   Moving on... my nyab's mom has "psychic" powers. A lot of people go to her to heal them and what not. She also has a 6th sense and can communicate with the others as well. According to her mom, their house was built when there were still wars going on. In and around their house there is a total of 5 or 6 Civil War ghosts that will never leave the grounds.  There's one behind the garage, believe it or not...there's a quadriplegic one in the basement, one is in the closet of the room I slept in, one in their closet/attic space, and one was stuck on a big tree next to the house.  I don’t know if that’s where they died, but she says their spirit will be in those certain places forever….they can not travel or move outside their boundaries. 

They have a spare room that’s off of the dining room. Before we moved in, they used it as a storage room. That was to be my brother’s room so he had to clean it out. One day he went down to the basement to put some stuff away. He walked down the stairs with those folding tournament chairs hanging on one arm and life jackets hanging on the other arm. As soon as he got down to the bottom of the stairs…a small bouncing ball (like those in the 25 cent vending machine at the store) bounced passed him. He thought it was odd b/c he wasn’t carrying anything and no balls could have possibly had been on the life jackets nor the chairs. This was before my nyab told us about the house so he just shrugged it off. 

On another occasion, he was sitting on the couch with his back to the front windows watching TV late at night. From their front windows to the sidewalk is just a few feet.  Out of the blue he hears little kids voices laughing and talking outside going back and forth riding bikes.  He looked at the clock and it was about midnight. Again, he shrugged it off b/c he wasn’t aware of anything at the time.  After my nyab told us about the house, he thought about it and everything started to kind of make sense b/c he thought he was just going crazy for a minute there haha.

Right before I decided to move back home, my cousin and her husband came to visit me from Madison. I believe her husband didn’t know that the house was haunted. He was going to stay at the house while we went to the mall to shop and spend time together. He ended up going with us…. when he went to put on his shoes he noticed that there were scratches on one side of his suede shoes. He thought we were playing a joke on him so he asked us why we scratched his shoes for b/c they were perfectly fine when they got to the house. I know that kind of creeped him out a bit LoL.

I know these aren’t your hardcore scary stories, but it’s something to read. I have more small encounters if anyone cares to read more.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on September 11, 2010, 01:41:27 AM
it's kind a fun reading a lot of these 1 none stop sentence stories. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on September 11, 2010, 01:46:21 AM
A lot of these stories sounds too fake and exaggerated.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on September 12, 2010, 04:07:04 PM
you guys dare to watch this:

http://blog.asiantown.net/-/3002/unexpected-guest.aspx


reminds me of the movie, "The Eye."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on September 13, 2010, 03:15:58 PM
Spooky hospital:

My dad was sick and was hospitalized at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center in Winston-Salem, NC.  My hubby & I went to visit him and arrived at our destination after a long flight at 4AM.  As we approach the hospital (1/2 mi), it was dark and spooky looking (the exterior of the building are made of red/brown bricks).  We both immediately thought of haunted hospital, as in the movies.  When we entered the ground floor, there was not a soul (staff or people) roaming around, not only that, the hospital itself was like a gigsaw puzzle.  We finally ran into a resident.

A few hours later, we went to our car to grab some stuff.  As we approached the elevator, i was going to press the button, then i saw a hand at the corner of my eyes pressing the button, it freaked the crap out of me.  i'm sure there are souls roaming around, but therefore, i scared myself of thinking of the supernatural.  In conclusion, it's not the spiritual the scares you, but it's true how the old folks said it's the living that scared the living.

But seriously, Baptist really look like a haunted hospital.  not many people works at night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on September 13, 2010, 07:13:48 PM
speaking of hospitals...th is is from my nyab's mom who's the psychic lady

Being a psychic person (or whatever the correct term is, but I'll just refer to her as a psychic lady) she has two spirits/guardian angels that are always with her whom she can rely on whenever she needs them.

She was in the hospital and had just given birth to her youngest son.  She said she can see a dead male spirit walking the halls of the Maternity Ward b/c he liked the smell of blood. He would go from room to room to see each new mother who had just given birth. He kept trying to come into her room, but her two spirits were with her so he couldn't enter the room. When she was discharged from the hospital the dead male spirit followed her home, but she called upon her spirits to chase him away.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on September 14, 2010, 03:38:59 PM
shesaid....tha nks for sharing..more please!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on September 15, 2010, 12:06:27 AM
A few short various incidents happening in and around the house…..not neccesarily scary, but just makes your hair rise  :D

One time my nyab’s mom and one of her sisters got into an argument.  Her mom started to cry, but  it was more like nyiav’ing (the funeral cry).  As they all went outside to see where her sister took off too…they heard from the tree (remember one of the Civil War ghost is by the tree) mocking her mom’s nyiav’ing.

I moved back home and we went back to Wisc for my oldest brother’s college graduation. I still had the house key so we let ourselves in. We ordered pizza b/c my nieces and nephews were hungry.  When the delivery guy got there, my niece went to open the door and pay for the pizza… the door was already cracked open.  She asked the pizza guy if he opened the door and he said someone opened the door, but then stopped and then she came to the door.  She asked us who was the last one to come in….I told her I was, but I locked the door and no one went back outside until the pizza guy showed up.

Remember that spare bedroom off the dining room I mentioned earlier… one night my nyab’s cousin and his family came to visit. They have a 2 year old and one that’s a few months old.  Nyab and her cousin’s wife were in the kitchen talking, my brother and nyab’s cousin were in the living room watching some gory horror movie. Their 3 yr old girl and I were in the dining room playing. She kept turning to the TV and ask “what’s that?, what’s that?†  I told her it was mee-mow  and not to watch.  We continued playing with a tennis ball… she goes to stand by the door going into the spare room with her back facing it.  After a few mins she makes this surprise face and I asked her what’s wrong. She points into the room and says “mee-mow, mee-mow in thereâ€.  I got spooked myself so I tried to play it off and told her it’s just my nephew who’s asleep in there.  Everyone who has ever slept in that room has their own story to share…especially the drunks who ends up crashing in there.

Nyab’s dad is one of those people who haus ntshav tes with their girlfriend back in the days. Whenever he’s sick, he’ll see her.  One time he got really sick and kept hallucinating.  Nyab’s sister was getting tired of her dad hallucinating so she says “koj heev diam lod? Show yourself b*tch†The tv was turned off, but right then the tv zapped on/off really quick and they could see a white shadow of a lady reflected on the tv. My nyab goes “you’re so dumb. You never challenge the dead!†  Her sister kept quiet after that.

My nephew gets out of school 30 mins before my brother gets home from school and they’d just leave the house unlock so he could get in the house. One day he got home and heard a little kid crying upstairs. Knowing that no one was home, he went to see who it could be. He checked the spare room upstairs and saw a little girl w/ messy hair crying, but she had her back towards him so he couldn’t see her face. He got scared and came back downstairs to wait until my brother got home. He  never did tell my brother or nyab, but he told his auntie.  We later asked him about it and he said it was true, but he knew something was not right about it and the little girl didn’t seem real that’s why he didn’t want to say anything to his parents b/c they wouldn’t believe him.

Okay, so all the years that this have been going on in their house…they’ve never told my parents or us. The Spring after we moved in, we came to visit my parents. My nyab finally told my parents about what’s been going on in the house for the past years. My parents wanted to go up to ua ib thaj neeb kho tsev. The whole weekend we kept talking and sharing our experiences about the house. The night before we left was when we started hearing cats outside our house!  It was Sunday night and we’re packing to come back home…family members who came to say their good-byes were leaving to go home. My dad and my brother were asleep already.  My nephew and nyab’s sister is in my room laying on the bed talking and playing around. I’m in the dining room packing some stuff when I hear this loud non-stop meeeoooowwwing going back and forth between what sounded like two cats. It sounded like it was coming from the sliding doors next to me which led to the deck outside, but then I look in my room and I could see my nephew and his auntie playing around on the bed, laughing so I thought maybe it was just them messing around. This went on 2 or 3 more times and didn’t say anything to anyone.  A few minutes later, my nyab was at the dining room table packing her stuff as well. She hears the same cat noise and says to me “is it just me or am I hearing cats meowing from outside? Do you hear it?† I told her I heard it earlier, but didn’t want to say anything.  Our backyard is totally fenced in with those high wood fence so there’s no way any cats could’ve gotten inside the yard.  Also, none of our neighbors have any cats. We got spooked and decided to call it a night… the four of us is in my room now fixing the beds and what not. All of a sudden, we hear this creepy, loud mmeeeeooowwwin g right outside my window as if the cats were in heat! Everyone dropped what they were doing jumped on the bed, no one dared to move.  My window is on the side of the house so now we couldn’t figure out how the freaky cats got from the fenced in backyard to the side of the house. Finally my nyab goes “okay you guys, let’s all get up and move the two beds together and we’ll just all sleep together so we won’t be scared.† We gathered up enough courage to get up and move the beds together…called it a night. No one wanted to sleep by the window hahaha.   When we got back to Wisc, nyab told her mom about our experience that night. Her mom told her that when we went to visit my parents, one or two of them followed us. When we heard those cat meow noise, it was them letting us know of their presence and they didn’t like us talking about them.  I told her mom to tell them that we’ll stop talking about them if they stop coming around and make their presence known. Needless to say, we didn’t hear them for a few months. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on September 15, 2010, 12:16:39 PM
shesaid,

those short stories are really creepy....anym ore to share?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on September 15, 2010, 02:56:42 PM
During my dad-in-law's funeral and after the visitation (we go to church, so the funeral was closed after 9PM'ish), late at night (our close families), we all sat around the living, shared memories of dad and then ghost stories and etc.  All sudden, one of the aunt (mom's sister), jumped up and terrified (freaked us out).  She almost took off running.  We looked at her direction and there stands my MIL, hair all messed up, high as a bee-hive (permed hair), trying to adjust her eyes to the light and not saying a word.   :knuppel2:

FYI - my MIL's house has spirits living there.  Our neices & nephews have pointed to the spirit.  I refuse to be in the house alone.  Not only that, now days, my MIL refuses to be in the house alone herself.  When she comes to the house and there's no one home, she'll literally walk super fast and stay out side.  :knuppel2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: honey916 on September 17, 2010, 11:36:00 AM
I feel like I'm coming down with the flu reading this, body is cold and tingling all over and I'm feeling tired...maybe not such a good Idea reading all these stories, bad karma. Was on page 60 and been reading since this monday every 8 hours at work.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on September 17, 2010, 11:37:59 AM
I feel like I'm coming down with the flu reading this, body is cold and tingling all over and I'm feeling tired...maybe not such a good Idea reading all these stories, bad karma. Was on page 60 and been reading since this monday every 8 hours at work.
reading at work, thats the way to do it O0
thats how i read all these stories
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: honey916 on September 17, 2010, 11:53:55 AM
Anyway, I got a story to tell. It was a year ago. I dreamed I was in the wilderness (picture hmong village in Thailand) I dont know where I was standing exactly but I saw these two Hmong men in slacks, white collar shirt, and hmong sandals walking down a dirt path, behind them was the jungle foliage and there was a brown picket fence and walking towards me. They were holding a piece of paper rolled up and I was not scared of them. Beside me I saw a Hmong man playing with a little kid, chickens around...then suddenlly I was in a straw hut. They came up to me and the one holding the paper said to me, "We've come to get you, you have to come with us." I asked why? He said, "You have to come, but don't be scared, you are not the only one we are taking with us." For some reason I was not scared but I cried, I said, "But who will take care of my dog?" (my pomeranian). He said, "Your mom will, she will love her eyes and will think of you when she sees your dog. You have nothing to worry about." Then I thought of my mom, and said, "But I wont get to say goodbye! I cried some more and yelled at them and told them I wouldnt go because they will not know I'm gone til it's too late and they will not be happy if I leave. The man with the paper said, "we have papers for you that says it's time to go so it doesn't matter if you don't want to go." I asked, "then give me a paper and pencil so I can write my family a letter to tell them I'm leaving." The other man gave me a piece of paper and pencil. I tried to write "dear mom and dad" but all i got was dear and then the pencil would not write anymore. I was angry, mad, fraustrated and cried and let out a very loud cry (almost as if I felt very sad and the cry was coming from my stomach. I threw the paper and pencil down and stomped my feet and said "I'm not going! I can't even write the on the stupid paper! Give me a working pen." The man with holding the paper said, "we dont have another one, alright, Tell your family you are leaving, we will come back in 2 days for you." Then they showed me their next stops and what girls they were picking up next. Each place and girl's faced flashed  right before my eyes as they showed me who they were and where. I woke up thinking, what a weird dream. I went to work and came back home then I finally felt a little scared and told my sisinlaw my dream. She told me i should tell my mom cause she's been acting weird lately. I went to the living room and told her my dream. She asked, "so did you write the letter?" I told her no, I was willing to go but I couldn't write the letter so I refused and they told me they would get me in 2 days." She asked if I knew those people, I said no. My mom said good thing you couldn't write anything, I did something a few days ago to have our ancestors help us because I knew something bad was going to happen. She tied a red and white string on my right wrist and my dad tied one on my left and said a few words. The next day she called everyone in our family over and had us drink something. She told me to never take the strings off, and I never had. But I didn't dream for a good 3-4 months. She said that then this means it worked.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on September 17, 2010, 03:48:34 PM
reading at work, thats the way to do it O0
thats how i read all these stories

me too! I have to read these in broad day light. I tried to read it in my room in our apt once, got creeped out b/c I felt like someone's watching  me read haha.  Even when I share my stories, I have to do it in broad day light or wait until there's people with me in the same room.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on September 17, 2010, 05:42:44 PM
Anyway, I got a story to tell. It was a year ago. I dreamed I was in the wilderness (picture hmong village in Thailand) I dont know where I was standing exactly but I saw these two Hmong men in slacks, white collar shirt, and hmong sandals walking down a dirt path, behind them was the jungle foliage and there was a brown picket fence and walking towards me. They were holding a piece of paper rolled up and I was not scared of them. Beside me I saw a Hmong man playing with a little kid, chickens around...then suddenlly I was in a straw hut. They came up to me and the one holding the paper said to me, "We've come to get you, you have to come with us." I asked why? He said, "You have to come, but don't be scared, you are not the only one we are taking with us." For some reason I was not scared but I cried, I said, "But who will take care of my dog?" (my pomeranian). He said, "Your mom will, she will love her eyes and will think of you when she sees your dog. You have nothing to worry about." Then I thought of my mom, and said, "But I wont get to say goodbye! I cried some more and yelled at them and told them I wouldnt go because they will not know I'm gone til it's too late and they will not be happy if I leave. The man with the paper said, "we have papers for you that says it's time to go so it doesn't matter if you don't want to go." I asked, "then give me a paper and pencil so I can write my family a letter to tell them I'm leaving." The other man gave me a piece of paper and pencil. I tried to write "dear mom and dad" but all i got was dear and then the pencil would not write anymore. I was angry, mad, fraustrated and cried and let out a very loud cry (almost as if I felt very sad and the cry was coming from my stomach. I threw the paper and pencil down and stomped my feet and said "I'm not going! I can't even write the on the stupid paper! Give me a working pen." The man with holding the paper said, "we dont have another one, alright, Tell your family you are leaving, we will come back in 2 days for you." Then they showed me their next stops and what girls they were picking up next. Each place and girl's faced flashed  right before my eyes as they showed me who they were and where. I woke up thinking, what a weird dream. I went to work and came back home then I finally felt a little scared and told my sisinlaw my dream. She told me i should tell my mom cause she's been acting weird lately. I went to the living room and told her my dream. She asked, "so did you write the letter?" I told her no, I was willing to go but I couldn't write the letter so I refused and they told me they would get me in 2 days." She asked if I knew those people, I said no. My mom said good thing you couldn't write anything, I did something a few days ago to have our ancestors help us because I knew something bad was going to happen. She tied a red and white string on my right wrist and my dad tied one on my left and said a few words. The next day she called everyone in our family over and had us drink something. She told me to never take the strings off, and I never had. But I didn't dream for a good 3-4 months. She said that then this means it worked.
dam, thats scary!
hope everything is well now
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on September 17, 2010, 06:20:36 PM
I had a few dream where I supposed to go somewhere but somehow I could never find both of my shoes  :idiot2: :dontknow:

One time I dream I was at a funeral home passing out drinks and sitting there was the only person I recognized was my grandma :idiot2: FYI_grandma dead already!

Many dream where my car got stolen and I couldn't find it! :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyKia on September 17, 2010, 06:47:56 PM
I had a few dream where I supposed to go somewhere but somehow I could never find both of my shoes  :idiot2: :dontknow:

One time I dream I was at a funeral home passing out drinks and sitting there was the only person I recognized was my grandma :idiot2:

Many dream where my car got stolen and I couldn't find it! :idiot2:
  ???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on September 21, 2010, 04:05:06 PM
My niece's husband have a cousin that moved out of town to so call find a job.  He doesn't listen to his parents and always partying.

One early morning this cousin woke up to find two old lady dressed in hmong clothes standing at the foot of his bed.  They asked him if he's afraid of them.  He didn't respond but put the blanket over his head.  A few seconds past and the two ghost was gone.  He then went and grabbed one of his buddy that knows shaman to figure out why these two ghost came to visit him.

The shaman buddy was able to go into his trance and follow their track.  He went all the way to Lao/Thailand and found the two ghost.  He asked them why did they visit the cousin and they responded that b/c he didn't listen to his parents; his father burned some papers and essence for them to come and scare his son so he'll listen to them. 

This sure scare the heck out of him but now a days he still party around and we'll see if he'll get a visit again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on September 22, 2010, 07:01:03 AM
I had a few dream where I supposed to go somewhere but somehow I could never find both of my shoes  :idiot2: :dontknow:

One time I dream I was at a funeral home passing out drinks and sitting there was the only person I recognized was my grandma :idiot2: FYI_grandma dead already!

Many dream where my car got stolen and I couldn't find it! :idiot2:

Dude?!?!  Where's your car?  Did that movie scare you straight?   :2funny: :idiot2: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on September 22, 2010, 03:14:08 PM
Wow...I actually read through the whole thread. LOL!!! There's a lot of interesting stories in here. No offense to anyone but unfortunately some stories I didn't understand because of the grammar. I haven't had many scary things happen to me but I'll share one story. (It's not that scary...just weird because it was unexplainable.)

Years ago when I was in my teens...I'd say around 16...I went and slept over at my buddy's house. His family lived in a double wide trailer in an area with several Hmong families surrounding the area. It's kind of like a trailer park but out in the boonies too. Several of the houses there owned by Hmong people are also haunted.  The area they lived in is weird because no matter which way you take to get there you have to pass by cemeteries. Two of which are haunted. Anyways...thei r house was at the front towards the road. One side of the house had neighbors but the other side had nothing. Just a huge open field. So basically there were no neighbors to one side. Towards the side that had no neighbors was also a cemetery about a quarter mile away. The Hmong people there have heard weird and unexplainable things going on at the cemetery late at night. It was me, my buddy, his little brother, and their brother in law. We stayed up late and were just chillin and telling ghost stories. His bedroom had one window and the window is facing the direction of the open field and cemetery. We'd go out the window to smoke and stuff. After we came back in the room a few minutes later we heard a loud growl right out the window. It was a growl no animals in the area make. Hell...it didn't even sound like it came from an animal...more like a large beast of some kind. And no...there's no bears or anything there. No large animals. The biggest animal in that area are deer. And deers don't growl. Anyways...it scared us shitless and we just went to bed. The growl though...I can't ever get that out of my head. It was loud...you can feel the vibration of it in the room. Almost as if you can feel the breath of it when it growled. Freaky!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on September 22, 2010, 03:29:19 PM
Another experience that happened to my older brother. At the time we lived in a house completely secluded. Our neighbors were hundreds of yards away and separated by woods...just so ya'll know it was out in the boonies. So I guess they don't really count as neighbors. LOL!!! My older brother was home alone one night and heard what sounded like babies crying outside. He got so scared and turned on all the lights in the house and went and got a .22 rifle. At the time it was our only gun. He sat and listened to it for a few minutes then it finally hit him in the head that it was cats fighting. He went outside and saw our cat (which is a big, strong, healthy cat) fighting another cat. The other cat was all black and was two or three times the size of ours. He shot and killed the black one. When we got home he explained to us what had happened. He said it was a panther and we didn't believe him. We went to see it too...it was dead and near the edge of the woods. I'm not sure what it was but what I saw was a big black cat two or three times the size of a regular one.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on September 25, 2010, 04:26:15 PM
There is a story about some dead person reaching for a chicken over his head. This happened back in Laos. I am not sure when or exactly where. But the elders have passed the story on and on and so I heard it back in the camps when I was a little boy.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyKia on September 25, 2010, 04:32:18 PM
There is a story about some dead person reaching for a chicken over his head. This happened back in Laos. I am not sure when or exactly where. But the elders have passed the story on and on and so I heard it back in the camps when I was a little boy.


Ooh that is scary! I heard something like that long time ago too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on September 25, 2010, 05:26:19 PM
Ooh that is scary! I heard something like that long time ago too.

It is scary. How do you think it was possible?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyKia on September 25, 2010, 05:42:07 PM
It is scary. How do you think it was possible?
I don't even know. How can a dead person do that?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on September 26, 2010, 08:41:54 AM
I don't even know. How can a dead person do that?

Not knowing how the dead can do such is the scary thing. We are always scare of what we don't know of.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyKia on September 26, 2010, 03:35:37 PM
When we were little, we often heard of the undead in Thailand.  Sometimes at night, there were strange noises coming from the dark alley.  There were all sorts of rumors that the mountain behind our house was where all dead bodies were buried.  They even mentioned that monks/ghost hunters would stake the body or behead it when they catch the undead.  The elders mentioned that since long ago, after the undead, the Thai began to cremate all their deceased to prevent them from coming back. 

We were too young and gullible, so we dared not wonder far into the mountain hill.  Now that I think about it, it was a way to refrain the young children from playing too far.

Those elders sure knew how to tell stories at nights. 
;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kaliboi209 on September 26, 2010, 08:00:09 PM
Not knowing how the dead can do such is the scary thing. We are always scare of what we don't know of.

They made that into a movie back in the 1990s. No one has the movie anymore because the story was a myth and from what I've heard is that all the people who filmed the movie died or something. But about the dead sleeping and grabbing something to eat, you can find that small clip on youtube. I recently found it and dear not to watch it. Youtube Tswv 7(write 7 in hmong).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyKia on September 27, 2010, 01:11:13 AM
They made that into a movie back in the 1990s. No one has the movie anymore because the story was a myth and from what I've heard is that all the people who filmed the movie died or something. But about the dead sleeping and grabbing something to eat, you can find that small clip on youtube. I recently found it and dear not to watch it. Youtube Tswv 7(write 7 in hmong).
SHEEET! There's a clip in youtube? I want to go watch it but dare not. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kv3o3 on September 27, 2010, 11:41:00 AM
This isn't a Hmong scary story. It's Indonesian and it is kind of creepy. What do you guys think? Real or hoax?

http://www.disclose.tv/forum/walking-corpses-in-indonesia-t31647.html
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on September 28, 2010, 07:34:34 PM
Part II

After the drowning at the lake, my uncle who's a shaman, looked into it. Im sure a lot of you know what Im talking about. Its creepy to me.

I was outside and It was dark now, I looked to my right side, and I still get spooked about it.. I saw a silhouette of my cousin that JUST DROWNED! I blinked and it was gone. My two cousins that I dropped off after the hospital, they had their own experience as well. I think it was because we were really close with the cousin that passed away. One cousin saw his face in the sky at night while taking some breather on his roof. And the other cousin saw an apparition of my cousin in his closet. I know... Scary! But a couple of days later...

My shaman uncle finds this shaman lady who lets the dead take control of her and he recorded the audio of when Anthony came back and used her as a speaking tool. It was so freaky listening to it. Ill talk about why it happened first and then what the audio said.
The reason why it happened was because, the lake that we went to, (Lake Josephine) it was haunted and there was spirit down at the bottom of the lake that was stuck. In order for that spirit to go to heaven, it had to make someone take its place. So my cousin Anthony was the vulnerable one and he took Anthony into the water. (SideNote) Remember in the story how I said that the Mentally Retarted kid was outside of the Boundary line and was on the verge of drowning... The spirit that was in the lake, was tugging on his leg so everyone would focus on him who was drowning and then drag Anthony into the water when no one was looking. So that why no one noticed when Anthony went missing.

The audio was very sad and lifting at the same time. I wish I had the copy of it but my Uncle and Aunt have it.
In the audio, my uncles talking and then, it switches over to the woman, (Getting Goosebumps) She starts crying and speaking in Hmong. I was thinking... WTTTFFFF! :o It was Anthony crying through her voice. He started talking and he said( Remember this is all in hmong and I cant write in Hmong) Mom, I miss you. I miss you so much. You dont know how Much I love you. Remember that time when we would sit in the kitchen just you and me and we would eat the food that you cooked? Im sad that I died, I dont want to go. --> at that point everyone that was in the room was crying! :'( He also said to his brother(The mentally challenged one) I miss you so much, Im sorry that Im leaving you behind, I didnt want it this way. Thanks for always being a big brother. He then talked about my cousin who was trying to save ricky from drowning, he said, " Cousin, dont feel bad about this, you had nothing to do with it, Thank you for saving Ricky and noticing that I was no where to be found first at the lake." Because the cousin felt like it was his fault because he realized that Anthony was gone right after he helped the drowning cousin. He didnt say anything about me or to me. Which is fine.. But then he said to his dad, "Dad, you drink too much and you dont really care about the family, you need to stop drinking and make our home a better place because I feel like you dont love me and thats why I love mom and I miss her." Dam, I started crying again at that moment because you have to be in that environment to actually understand it. Then he goes, Im gonna go stay with Grandma in Heaven so she wont be so lonely anymore. Dont worry about us. He also said before he got out of the Mediums/Shamans body that he wanted certain items in the coffin and what kind of clothing and we respected those wishes. Moments later he left, and the medium came back. She said, that she was exhausted and that the boy was just too emotional. But then she said, some other people wanted to talk to my shaman uncle as well. The people who came in were my Ancestors from my dads side. FML.. and they wanted to talk to Anthony's dad. SCARY SHIT. They yelled at him through the recording and said that he never fed them any food when they came to visit, he never attends family meetings. He never really attends the jingle bells. And because of all these things, they took his son away from him. I was thinkin.. Thats some scary Shit mane! And they told him, In his life, he was never supposed to have more than two kids, because he wouldnt be able to financially support more than two, so they took this kid to make him only have two kids. The first time, the ancestors came and got the older brother who is Mentally challenged now but he survived his drowning, so they came back to grab his youngest child.

Dadadaada.. we did the funeral and all the releasing the spirit from the lake for Anthony and I guess things are back to normal now. Been like a year now but I wont forget the kid. I love that kid to death and may he R.I.P. with my grandparents. We'll join him someday, hopefully I get to see his smile someday.
Thanks for reading the whole story if you did, sorry if it was kind of long, I like to talk. ;D

Interesting..b ut if the spirit used Anthony to replace her/him, how did he get to heaven with his grandmother? I thought he was suppose to take the place under the lake. Sorry if it doesn't make sense. I'm just thinking out loud.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongboiz on October 01, 2010, 10:44:05 PM
ey if you guys wana know a ghost stories ill tell some of the experience i had....back when i was still 7th and 8th grade i live in this one creepy house that is haunted...i live there for like 5 year and thing got outta hand so i gotta move......but now i almost finish with high school so yea.... well when me and my family first move in that house. things was fine until like 2-3 month later...my dad start getting sick and mostly my family inclueding me.. and since my dad was a shawman he no was up but we didnt....but when he finaly told us...we were freak becuase there in there house itself there 1 child that has die cause of accident.. and there was also a old lady that die there...that not he say but that house was also a resting place for spirat or ghost... we all got well but my dad keep getting worst and worst...so wecall other shawman to do jingle bell...but there was to many that every shawman just say it no use.. you guys have to move out of the house... but we didnt so one night while i was sleeping..i woke up in the middle of the night...but i wasnt fully up because something was on top of me... i couldnt breath or move at all...finaly when it gone i ran out off my room too the living room.. but it doent wana stop it went to the front door and scream like a wild cat...i freak out and went back thinking it gone.....but my sister in law and brother was also freak too cause that keep seeing shadow of and old lady on the window... but when they look out there no one.....then one day while i was playing game as i do every day... something knock on my window calling my name.... first knock was low and it didnt call me.. so i thought i was nothing.. second knock was loud and this time it call my name....i was like what who would knock on my window this late at midnight... and when it got so loud and my name was call so many time i ran outtamy room for help....i got to my dad and he say i must be joking.....but when we went out to the back to check there was nothing but a huge grasshopper on my window....then the next night my mom left her key out in the back yard where that old lady die and who know how many more... i decided to act tough and get it... but right when i got to the dark part where no one can see me.... something shook the tree so hard i swore i saw something on top of the tree with long hair and shiny little eye......i wana run but my feet wouldnt....it couldnt run and all it did was move inch by inch... and my eye was lock on that tree... when i got back to the light i wanted to cry but i was so freaken scare that i was quite the whole night and day.......and one night when my sister went out like late.... "she those girl who climb out of the window" she return hella late..... that night change her for ever.. she went out the window and we didnt no.... when she came back, she came though the backyard... she saw 5 figure on her way to her window.. first figure she saw was a little girl standing on the backyard door... the second figure was at out bambo plant... and one in the chicken house and two other on my mom garden... she ran so fast i dont know how she got over my mom gate she build to protect the crop..... that very same night my 2 brother and i was still up... i was playing game all the was until 5 a.m and my other brother was out in the garage hanging out..... he look out the garage door and omg there was a little girl standing there looking at them...... while i got my window open so big that something ran pass the dry corn and over the wooden fince.. i got scare and went to sleep right alway...and the last night before we move something scream like a cat mix with other word i never heard of... it was soo loud that my 4 dog was barking like doom day was here... the next day we found 3 of the dog dead..... and i was like i am soo lucky im moving out...... since then i alwas have some feeling something following me and i can sense some wierd feeling around me when im alone...but sensing thing better then seeing one looking at you...






this story happen on my at the end of my 4-5year in that house my 1-3 year was frightening
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 02, 2010, 09:16:25 PM
I've just heard a story about web cams. Two friends was on web cam chatting and the other one said he has to go to the pee room right quick. When he got back his friend ask him who was that other person with him at the house, he said no one "why"?. His friend told him that when he walked off to do his thing somebody else walked pass the web cam and follow him. Yikes!.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on October 03, 2010, 03:39:08 PM
That is really sad, just the thought of missing a love one is more than enough for anybody. Their was this one story back than, in the early 90's. A young man got home from a second shift work one night and was absolutely exhausted. He phone his girlfriend who lived an hour away in a different city. She recommended that he go see her and stay there for the night since it is Friday, end of the week anyway so that they can spent more time together during the weekend. He politely rejected her advice at first by letting her know he is very sleepy and will be at her place first thing in the morning but was soon later tapping out from the princess submission. One hour and a half away and he arrived at his destination, the girlfriend open the door hug him "You're so cold, is it that temper outside?" she asked. He did looked pale but was calm as if didn't notice the weather at all "You won't believe what I saw on the way here" he told her "there were a terrible accident on the highway and traffic was pack, when I pulled up closer to the scene, the car look just like mine" he continue "and the body in the bag, it's hand was sticking out from it" he pause for second as if was thinking and/or confuse in his moment.  She looked at him and touches his face "goodness you are cold as ice" she said to him interrupting the story "I'll be right back, I'm getting you some hot tea". As she got up to leave, he stop her in her track "the watch on it's wrist also looked like mine". As she went into the kitchen, the house phone ring and she picked it up. It was the boyfriend's mom on the other line "I'm sorry I have to tell you this" was the first thing. The girlfriend was clueless "what are you talking about, tell me what?" she wondered why her boyfriend's mom will call her instead of her son. Slowly trying to comfort herself and calm down from crying so hard so she could tell the girlfriend what is going on "my son was just in a car rack and he didn't make it". The girlfriend thought for a little bit and reply "No, your son is here with me right now" trying to ease the mother "if you like, you can talk to him" she walk into the room and he was nowhere to be found. She checked the bathroom, her room, and finally outside. His car wasn't parked there and there were a rotten smell all of a sudden, filling the air outside and inside her entire house. At the funeral, when the everyone else was crying for him, it was a normal corpse laying there. When the girlfriend cry and reminisce there love, tears started falling down from his eyes and didn't stop all the way until they buried him.

i heard a story very similar to this a long time ago...maybe in the early 90s. really sad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 03, 2010, 05:09:06 PM
When I was still a medical interpreter, I went to help a guy at his house. His wife had been sick and on the bed all the time. "Qee zaum nws hais lus tsis yog lus li lawm tiag," he told me. "Ua cas koj hais li ko?" I asked. "Es tej chim nws cia li hais tias 'tsuag, tsuag, nqa kawm peb yuav mus de dib os' no na." She would say that while she was ill on the bed unable to get up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on October 04, 2010, 03:18:17 PM
Last year my mom was sick and this lady that live down the street came to visit my mom. She also brought along her 2yrs old granddaughter. After some chatting the lady finally went home. I walk them out so that I can lock the screen door. As they were leaving the little girl kept pointing her finger to the corner of our porch and saying "awmeow"! That was pretty freaky. We don't have any cat nor was there anything there....now everytime I come home late at nite I kept thinking what the little girl  say...since we have 2drs it take alittle longer to get inside and we also live on the corner of the street which is rite across from the park/golf course where it is pitch black!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on October 05, 2010, 06:25:10 PM
 ::) I'd just moved to my new house and i notice that when i'm outside by myself (later in the night), feeding my male dog (female just had a liter of puppies, so they're in the house), i can hear something throwing rocks.  I hesitate to go out there by myself.  But when my husband's present, there's no paranormal activity going on.  i haven't told him though.

luckily we bought the corner lot and it has lots of street lights.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on October 09, 2010, 10:56:07 AM
SHEEET! There's a clip in youtube? I want to go watch it but dare not. LOL
They made that into a movie back in the 1990s. No one has the movie anymore because the story was a myth and from what I've heard is that all the people who filmed the movie died or something. But about the dead sleeping and grabbing something to eat, you can find that small clip on youtube. I recently found it and dear not to watch it. Youtube Tswv 7(write 7 in hmong).


Post the link up homie!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kaliboi209 on October 10, 2010, 01:35:29 PM
dude just youtube it. i dare not to look at it. somehow a couple of weeks ago i randomly got there. just type in tswv 7(spell 7 in hmong) it should just be a 30 second clip where the hmong guy grabs the raw meat and eat it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BuckFuddies on October 10, 2010, 03:30:01 PM
dude just youtube it. i dare not to look at it. somehow a couple of weeks ago i randomly got there. just type in tswv 7(spell 7 in hmong) it should just be a 30 second clip where the hmong guy grabs the raw meat and eat it.

What?  a dead corpse grabbing and eating meat?  Caught on tape?  Bullshit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kaliboi209 on October 10, 2010, 08:46:00 PM
lol. no i forgot what page it was on that they were talking about that hmong video made back in the days and no one has that video anymore but theres a small clip of the video on youtube. Its tswv 7(spell 7 in hmong cause i dunno how to) lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: WindComeWindBlow on October 11, 2010, 01:23:21 PM
ey if you guys wana know a ghost stories ill tell some of the experience i had....back when i was still 7th and 8th grade i live in this one creepy house that is haunted...i live there for like 5 year and thing got outta hand so i gotta move......but now i almost finish with high school so yea.... well when me and my family first move in that house. things was fine until like 2-3 month later...my dad start getting sick and mostly my family inclueding me.. and since my dad was a shawman he no was up but we didnt....but when he finaly told us...we were freak becuase there in there house itself there 1 child that has die cause of accident.. and there was also a old lady that die there...that not he say but that house was also a resting place for spirat or ghost... we all got well but my dad keep getting worst and worst...so wecall other shawman to do jingle bell...but there was to many that every shawman just say it no use.. you guys have to move out of the house... but we didnt so one night while i was sleeping..i woke up in the middle of the night...but i wasnt fully up because something was on top of me... i couldnt breath or move at all...finaly when it gone i ran out off my room too the living room.. but it doent wana stop it went to the front door and scream like a wild cat...i freak out and went back thinking it gone.....but my sister in law and brother was also freak too cause that keep seeing shadow of and old lady on the window... but when they look out there no one.....then one day while i was playing game as i do every day... something knock on my window calling my name.... first knock was low and it didnt call me.. so i thought i was nothing.. second knock was loud and this time it call my name....i was like what who would knock on my window this late at midnight... and when it got so loud and my name was call so many time i ran outtamy room for help....i got to my dad and he say i must be joking.....but when we went out to the back to check there was nothing but a huge grasshopper on my window....then the next night my mom left her key out in the back yard where that old lady die and who know how many more... i decided to act tough and get it... but right when i got to the dark part where no one can see me.... something shook the tree so hard i swore i saw something on top of the tree with long hair and shiny little eye......i wana run but my feet wouldnt....it couldnt run and all it did was move inch by inch... and my eye was lock on that tree... when i got back to the light i wanted to cry but i was so freaken scare that i was quite the whole night and day.......and one night when my sister went out like late.... "she those girl who climb out of the window" she return hella late..... that night change her for ever.. she went out the window and we didnt no.... when she came back, she came though the backyard... she saw 5 figure on her way to her window.. first figure she saw was a little girl standing on the backyard door... the second figure was at out bambo plant... and one in the chicken house and two other on my mom garden... she ran so fast i dont know how she got over my mom gate she build to protect the crop..... that very same night my 2 brother and i was still up... i was playing game all the was until 5 a.m and my other brother was out in the garage hanging out..... he look out the garage door and omg there was a little girl standing there looking at them...... while i got my window open so big that something ran pass the dry corn and over the wooden fince.. i got scare and went to sleep right alway...and the last night before we move something scream like a cat mix with other word i never heard of... it was soo loud that my 4 dog was barking like doom day was here... the next day we found 3 of the dog dead..... and i was like i am soo lucky im moving out...... since then i alwas have some feeling something following me and i can sense some wierd feeling around me when im alone...but sensing thing better then seeing one looking at you...


this story happen on my at the end of my 4-5year in that house my 1-3 year was frightening

If you wrote this in proper English, this would have been so scary.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 12, 2010, 02:04:04 AM
If you wrote this in proper English, this would have been so scary.

I know right, i didn't even care to finish trying reading it. The first sentence start "if you guys wana know a ghost stories", what the heck?. It's "wanna" two "n", and "a ghost story" not "stories". Than "i live there for 5 year", again, what the heck?. It's "lived" and it's "5 years". Come on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Missterious on October 12, 2010, 11:58:16 PM
I know right, i didn't even care to finish trying reading it. The first sentence start "if you guys wana know a ghost stories", what the heck?. It's "wanna" two "n", and "a ghost story" not "stories". Than "i live there for 5 year", again, what the heck?. It's "lived" and it's "5 years". Come on.

It's "then" not than.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kv3o3 on October 13, 2010, 02:42:38 PM
I know right, i didn't even care to finish trying reading it. The first sentence start "if you guys wana know a ghost stories", what the heck?. It's "wanna" two "n", and "a ghost story" not "stories". Than "i live there for 5 year", again, what the heck?. It's "lived" and it's "5 years". Come on.

-- "trying reading it" is incorrect

-- It should be, "The first sentence starts"

--"Wanna" is also not proper.  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on October 13, 2010, 03:27:44 PM
oh you guys, who gives a flying dildo if you can't read it.  If you can't than just skim over it.  I wanna read ghost stories, not grammer/spelling corrections!  >:(
x2
its funny how some people try to correct others grammer but at the same time they need to be corrected as well, haha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 13, 2010, 03:57:24 PM
I want more scary stories......

Go argue in the General discussion
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on October 14, 2010, 10:09:19 AM
x2
its funny how some people try to correct others grammer but at the same time they need to be corrected as well, haha

*grammar

Hehe - sorry Drty, I couldn't resist.   :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on October 14, 2010, 10:36:32 AM
I'm starting a Hmong paranormal investigating team. Who's with me? Balls of steel are a must.  >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 14, 2010, 11:03:36 AM
I'm starting a Hmong paranormal investigating team. Who's with me? Balls of steel are a must.  >:D

I've got quite a few steel balls  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 14, 2010, 03:42:54 PM
I shared this one on the General forum but I'll share it on here as well.

We have a young friend who's a shaman.  Well this past weekend he had to do this jingle bell for these Hmong people that their father had a suicide drowning himself in their house pool.

What happened was that when the older brother pulled their dad from the pool; he was blue already.  Their father's facial scared two of the younger sons when they came out to help their dad.  So basically, the two younger son's spirit follow their dad.  That's why they wanted our friend to do an emergency jingle bell for both of the brother's souls.

The friend told us that the house was just so creepy and cold that night and the two brothers that lost their souls was acting all weird and stuff.  He also told us that the dad's spirit still lingers in the house b/c remember people that suicide, their spirit will wander until they get someone to replace them.  While he was doing his jingle bell; all the while the dad's spirit was in the room just staring at him.  He told the older brother that the two sons can not attend the father's funeral which was happening during that weekend and if they don't do something i.e. offer to kill a pig in replace of the souls then eventually the two son will die.

So the next morning they were able to kill a small pig and offer it to their dad to let the two sons' soul go.  It was creepy and sad at the same time when I heard the story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 15, 2010, 09:01:45 AM
I shared this one on the General forum but I'll share it on here as well.

We have a young friend who's a shaman.  Well this past weekend he had to do this jingle bell for these Hmong people that their father had a suicide drowning himself in their house pool.

What happened was that when the older brother pulled their dad from the pool; he was blue already.  Their father's facial scared two of the younger sons when they came out to help their dad.  So basically, the two younger son's spirit follow their dad.  That's why they wanted our friend to do an emergency jingle bell for both of the brother's souls.

The friend told us that the house was just so creepy and cold that night and the two brothers that lost their souls was acting all weird and stuff.  He also told us that the dad's spirit still lingers in the house b/c remember people that suicide, their spirit will wander until they get someone to replace them.  While he was doing his jingle bell; all the while the dad's spirit was in the room just staring at him.  He told the older brother that the two sons can not attend the father's funeral which was happening during that weekend and if they don't do something i.e. offer to kill a pig in replace of the souls then eventually the two son will die.

So the next morning they were able to kill a small pig and offer it to their dad to let the two sons' soul go.  It was creepy and sad at the same time when I heard the story.

I told you some spirits are retarded...the ir dad is one of them to be willing to take a pig in exchange for the two souls....retar d tiag!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on October 15, 2010, 12:39:09 PM
Ok you guys here goes my experiences… kind of long but bear with it

    Everything here happened within a 2 months span.  My older brother and Sister-in-Law (SIL) moved out of the house to an apartment.   Well since there’s an open room upstairs now, my dad wants me to sleep upstairs and change my downstairs room into a guest room.   I was excited to get a room upstairs and it has a balcony so I could smoke outside much easier.  Well a few days go on and I get settle in the room. 

    Well it was about the first week of school starting in 2010 so I had called my girl that night and was talking to her about school and did she get everything she need.  As I was facing the wall talking to my girl and the balcony door behind me, I could feel this could rush of air going through my back.  I made me jump a little bit but I discarded the incident and kept talking away on the phone.  It was now close to 12 midnight and I felt that rush again.  This time I decided to turn around and take a look to see who it was.  There was no one just my computer desk and the back of the chair (the spinning kind) facing the laptop.  Well we talk some more and I kept getting this feeling someone right behind me so I turn around and the chair was facing east towards me.  I didn’t think much of it and when my girl had to go asleep I turn back around to turn off the light on top the desktop and the chair was now facing my laptop.  It scares me a bit but I assume it was a mechanical failure in the chair.  But nope the next day I couldn’t do the same thing to the chair to make it spin without my physically sitting there.

    Another day goes on and I finally got too scare and bunked with my little brother.  Well I never told my parents because their too stubborn and says that since they had a ua neeb party for my other older brother and SIL who still lives with us their kids.  That there shouldn’t be anything in the house because they ua neeb and have the protection thing and red corn.  Well my room upstairs was diagonally across from my parents and that my older Brother and SIL room was next to my parents.  Well I told my SIL what I experience and she says at night someone would be trying to open her closet door and mess with the baby.  Because around 2-3 am in the morning I would wake up for no reason and not feel tired but I would hear their baby boy cry.  But no experience for my older brother because he works third shift and my little bro, he’s deaf.
I decide to ask my oldest bro (he’s a shaman in training) what’s going on with me am I haunted.  I blow the incest 3 times and he told me that it was not me but my mom. That he can’t tell me what it look like because I’ll get even more scare he just mention it look just like when you’re going to pass away on your bed.   Since my room has the balcony door that’s where it enters and goes that’s why I experience so much stuff.  Also it likes to wander from room to room so that why my SIL hears the door and stuff.  My brother tied a string on me so that it can’t touch me and that it won’t stay in the same room with me.  My brother can do something about it but since my parents don’t believe in Buddha shaman (people who don’t sacrifice animals) this was the most he can do.  Also when you know it’s there yell at it saying that you’re not the one it wants. Well it’s about a little over a month and my parents are going to Laos to fix my mom. 

    The night before they leave one of my brothers the single one left his key and car key in his apartment and got locked out.  This happen around 2:30ish in the morning and so he called my dad to tell me to pick him up.  It was about 3am and I was kind of scare to go pick him up but I sucked up all the courage to go.  Once I got outside to the porch there was 2 black cats sitting in the street looking at our house.  It was creepy because my car was next to them and so when I walk by they just kept looking and ran off.  Later that day parents left  and I went over my oldest brother house again to see what those cat meant and he said that if it wasn’t for the string he tied they would had taken me.  But as of today you still hear noises like someone walking upstairs and cold areas in the house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on October 15, 2010, 02:55:09 PM
*grammar

Hehe - sorry Drty, I couldn't resist.   :P
See thats exactly what im saying about
hahahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on October 15, 2010, 03:04:48 PM
Ok you guys here goes my experiences… kind of long but bear with it

    Everything here happened within a 2 months span.  My older brother and Sister-in-Law (SIL) moved out of the house to an apartment.   Well since there’s an open room upstairs now, my dad wants me to sleep upstairs and change my downstairs room into a guest room.   I was excited to get a room upstairs and it has a balcony so I could smoke outside much easier.  Well a few days go on and I get settle in the room. 

    Well it was about the first week of school starting in 2010 so I had called my girl that night and was talking to her about school and did she get everything she need.  As I was facing the wall talking to my girl and the balcony door behind me, I could feel this could rush of air going through my back.  I made me jump a little bit but I discarded the incident and kept talking away on the phone.  It was now close to 12 midnight and I felt that rush again.  This time I decided to turn around and take a look to see who it was.  There was no one just my computer desk and the back of the chair (the spinning kind) facing the laptop.  Well we talk some more and I kept getting this feeling someone right behind me so I turn around and the chair was facing east towards me.  I didn’t think much of it and when my girl had to go asleep I turn back around to turn off the light on top the desktop and the chair was now facing my laptop.  It scares me a bit but I assume it was a mechanical failure in the chair.  But nope the next day I couldn’t do the same thing to the chair to make it spin without my physically sitting there.

    Another day goes on and I finally got too scare and bunked with my little brother.  Well I never told my parents because their too stubborn and says that since they had a ua neeb party for my other older brother and SIL who still lives with us their kids.  That there shouldn’t be anything in the house because they ua neeb and have the protection thing and red corn.  Well my room upstairs was diagonally across from my parents and that my older Brother and SIL room was next to my parents.  Well I told my SIL what I experience and she says at night someone would be trying to open her closet door and mess with the baby.  Because around 2-3 am in the morning I would wake up for no reason and not feel tired but I would hear their baby boy cry.  But no experience for my older brother because he works third shift and my little bro, he’s deaf.
I decide to ask my oldest bro (he’s a shaman in training) what’s going on with me am I haunted.  I blow the incest 3 times and he told me that it was not me but my mom. That he can’t tell me what it look like because I’ll get even more scare he just mention it look just like when you’re going to pass away on your bed.   Since my room has the balcony door that’s where it enters and goes that’s why I experience so much stuff.  Also it likes to wander from room to room so that why my SIL hears the door and stuff.  My brother tied a string on me so that it can’t touch me and that it won’t stay in the same room with me.  My brother can do something about it but since my parents don’t believe in Buddha shaman (people who don’t sacrifice animals) this was the most he can do.  Also when you know it’s there yell at it saying that you’re not the one it wants. Well it’s about a little over a month and my parents are going to Laos to fix my mom. 

    The night before they leave one of my brothers the single one left his key and car key in his apartment and got locked out.  This happen around 2:30ish in the morning and so he called my dad to tell me to pick him up.  It was about 3am and I was kind of scare to go pick him up but I sucked up all the courage to go.  Once I got outside to the porch there was 2 black cats sitting in the street looking at our house.  It was creepy because my car was next to them and so when I walk by they just kept looking and ran off.  Later that day parents left  and I went over my oldest brother house again to see what those cat meant and he said that if it wasn’t for the string he tied they would had taken me.  But as of today you still hear noises like someone walking upstairs and cold areas in the house.

that is some freaky sh1t
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 15, 2010, 04:37:51 PM
My mom said one of our cousin have a ghost in their house and they can never get rid of it because everytime they jingle bell, the ghost is smart and runs to go hide out side near the chimney. Then right before the jingle bell ends, the ghost will run back inside.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 16, 2010, 12:56:35 AM
I'm starting a Hmong paranormal investigating team. Who's with me? Balls of steel are a must.  >:D

Yeah and I dear you guys to go shoot videos and stay over night at any one of those hmong funeral homes when it's not in service.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on October 16, 2010, 01:45:43 AM
Scariest shit that just happened this morning!!!!10-15-10

around 2:30 in the morning..My father was feeling chest pain and feeling shortness of breathe so i just recently came from work around 1? so i called the emergency ambulance to come get him to the hospital.

after me and my father left to the hospital, around 3 my mom wasn't asleep...becau se worrying about my father
my brother was sleeping in his room with the windows open that's how he likes it..stuffy i guess
well he started hearing somebody saying "koj txiv aws! koj txiv aws!" in a low tone of voice that you can actually hear if there's not other loud sounds over it from outside which is on the same side of the front door and crying..yet my mother was in her bedroom..she also heard like people touching things or making noise at the front door....
.it's werid that my mom wasn't the one that was saying "koj txiv aws! koj txiv aws! because we asked her" and she also heard the sounds too...but not as clearly as my brother...and this house we lived never experienced anything like that ever since we moved in until now..yet there's been lots of cats showing up lately everywhere and a couple of black cats too..stray pretty much

another story was my brother pitbull will always get loose early every morning..it's pretty much weird because it looks like some unchained him because he had one of those connecting hooks that you'll have to pull down to unhook the chain from the dog's neck..a dog cannot do that..and that pitbull will never let anyone he doesn't know near him besides me, my brother and my mom
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 17, 2010, 08:03:20 PM
Yeah, you've read too much into this. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Knowledge is power after all!!! Seems like what you are saying is true, according to what shamans have told me, too. ;D I especially like the early morning time--a brief moment for day and night to swap lives, say the Hmong.  All night long, there was this morning moment that gets the darkest. That's when the demons/ghosts/spirits are supposed to go through the gate into their world. If they don't make it at that moment, they are stuck for the day. Then things can happen to them...or they can cause problems to humans...appar ently, many don't always make it everyday!
 

It was said that supernatural activities occur mostly between midnight and 3 a.m.  This is known as the witching hours.  Between 3 and 6 am, the demon hours.

There was a mythical rumor that humans have access to heaven around these deep resting hours.  Heaven hour is around 3 a.m. 

My assumption is that ghosts hang around human beings during these hours because they can't access heaven.  Ok, too much reading into ghosts and spirits is not good. 

Read haunted materials with precautionary measures.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 17, 2010, 08:07:32 PM
Hm...I've heard stories of cats coming to a house when an old person is sick. A aunt passed away after some cats came to her garage years ago when she was real sick. Then the cats disappeared.  :angel: :icon_cat:

I wonder why they would try to release the pitbull though. Dogs attack spirits, especially dogs that have spotted eyes images. Maybe you take a permanent marker and put two dots above the pitbull's eyes. See if anything will take off the chain again. ;D

Scariest shit that just happened this morning!!!!10-15-10

around 2:30 in the morning..My father was feeling chest pain and feeling shortness of breathe so i just recently came from work around 1? so i called the emergency ambulance to come get him to the hospital.

after me and my father left to the hospital, around 3 my mom wasn't asleep...becau se worrying about my father
my brother was sleeping in his room with the windows open that's how he likes it..stuffy i guess
well he started hearing somebody saying "koj txiv aws! koj txiv aws!" in a low tone of voice that you can actually hear if there's not other loud sounds over it from outside which is on the same side of the front door..yet my mother was in her bedroom..she also heard like people touching things or making noise at the front door....
.it's werid that my mom wasn't the one that was saying "koj txiv aws! koj txiv aws! because we asked her" and she also heard the sounds too...but not as clearly as my brother...and this house we lived never experienced anything like that ever since we moved in until now..yet there's been lots of cats showing up lately everywhere and a couple of black cats too..stray pretty much

another story was my brother pitbull will always get loose early every morning..it's pretty much weird because it looks like some unchained him because he had one of those connecting hooks that you'll have to pull down to unhook the chain from the dog's neck..a dog cannot do that..and that pitbull will never let anyone he doesn't know near him besides me, my brother and my mom
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 17, 2010, 08:09:26 PM
Yeah and I dear you guys to go shoot videos and stay over night at any one of those hmong funeral homes when it's not in service.

No way!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on October 17, 2010, 10:52:09 PM
Hm...I've heard stories of cats coming to a house when an old person is sick. A aunt passed away after some cats came to her garage years ago when she was real sick. Then the cats disappeared.  :angel: :icon_cat:

I wonder why they would try to release the pitbull though. Dogs attack spirits, especially dogs that have spotted eyes images. Maybe you take a permanent marker and put two dots above the pitbull's eyes. See if anything will take off the chain again. ;D

will try that....with two dots on the pitbull's eyes but the pitbull is black though...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 18, 2010, 12:18:57 AM
I might of had share this one story before but since we are on the topic of ghost and dog I'll post it again.

In the early 2000, one of my uncle had his giant German Shepherd tied up on a big tree inside a fence cage on his front yard. One morning my aunt was leaving for work and notice their dog swinging on their kids' swing located on the left side of their house, she thought it was strange but didn't think much of it and hurry off to work. She phone my uncle to tied up the dog, that maybe it had gotten loose somehow. It happened again a few weeks later, this time she got a little goose bump chill and went to wake up my uncle to go put the dog back in it's cage. The dog was actually swinging like a person would, pulling back to go higher and than leaning forward when falling backward. They didn't tell anyone about the weird occasion until other strange stuff started happening, they called upon a shaman to investigate. Turn out their yard is haunted (not their house), and the dog they saw swinging is not their dog, it was something transform into it and hide their dog. My uncle didn't understand why his dog couldn't do anything or why those ghost wasn't scare of it. The shaman said that ghost and demon are only afraid of dogs with eye dot on top of each eye like the Doberman. The last time I was at his house, he had about 10 little miniature pincher. Crazy world we living in.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 18, 2010, 01:39:00 PM
Scariest shit that just happened this morning!!!!10-15-10

around 2:30 in the morning..My father was feeling chest pain and feeling shortness of breathe so i just recently came from work around 1? so i called the emergency ambulance to come get him to the hospital.

after me and my father left to the hospital, around 3 my mom wasn't asleep...becau se worrying about my father
my brother was sleeping in his room with the windows open that's how he likes it..stuffy i guess
well he started hearing somebody saying "koj txiv aws! koj txiv aws!" in a low tone of voice that you can actually hear if there's not other loud sounds over it from outside which is on the same side of the front door and crying..yet my mother was in her bedroom..she also heard like people touching things or making noise at the front door....
.it's werid that my mom wasn't the one that was saying "koj txiv aws! koj txiv aws! because we asked her" and she also heard the sounds too...but not as clearly as my brother...and this house we lived never experienced anything like that ever since we moved in until now..yet there's been lots of cats showing up lately everywhere and a couple of black cats too..stray pretty much

another story was my brother pitbull will always get loose early every morning..it's pretty much weird because it looks like some unchained him because he had one of those connecting hooks that you'll have to pull down to unhook the chain from the dog's neck..a dog cannot do that..and that pitbull will never let anyone he doesn't know near him besides me, my brother and my mom

one year before my dad passed away, there were a large number of cats that jsut out of nowhere would come around our house. After my dad passed away, they were all gone as well. One of my Yang cousin's dad was the same way too.

They say if you see cats in large numbers and all of the sudden like that...chase it away or kill them. It's always bad omens.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 18, 2010, 03:13:16 PM
will try that....with two dots on the pitbull's eyes but the pitbull is black though...

Maybe put something that glows at night for the dots! ;D

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyKia on October 18, 2010, 10:34:16 PM
I might of had share this one story before but since we are on the topic of ghost and dog I'll post it again.

In the early 2000, one of my uncle had his giant German Shepherd tied up on a big tree inside a fence cage on his front yard. One morning my aunt was leaving for work and notice their dog swinging on their kids' swing located on the left side of their house, she thought it was strange but didn't think much of it and hurry off to work. She phone my uncle to tied up the dog, that maybe it had gotten loose somehow. It happened again a few weeks later, this time she got a little goose bump chill and went to wake up my uncle to go put the dog back in it's cage. The dog was actually swinging like a person would, pulling back to go higher and than leaning forward when falling backward. They didn't tell anyone about the weird occasion until other strange stuff started happening, they called upon a shaman to investigate. Turn out their yard is haunted (not their house), and the dog they saw swinging is not their dog, it was something transform into it and hide their dog. My uncle didn't understand why his dog couldn't do anything or why those ghost wasn't scare of it. The shaman said that ghost and demon are only afraid of dogs with eye dot on top of each eye like the Doberman. The last time I was at his house, he had about 10 little miniature pincher. Crazy world we living in.
Thats HELLA scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on October 19, 2010, 09:39:55 AM
one year before my dad passed away, there were a large number of cats that jsut out of nowhere would come around our house. After my dad passed away, they were all gone as well. One of my Yang cousin's dad was the same way too.

They say if you see cats in large numbers and all of the sudden like that...chase it away or kill them. It's always bad omens.

You can kill them with no consequences? 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on October 19, 2010, 12:04:01 PM
I want more scary stories......

Go argue in the General discussion

 O0 O0 this is a forum...not grammar school. if i can understand it, no problem. if i cant, i just ignore it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 19, 2010, 02:37:47 PM
You can kill them with no consequences? 

not that i know of. At the time I didn't know what  know now else I would've 22 eacha nd every one of those cats.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on October 19, 2010, 11:38:15 PM
one year before my dad passed away, there were a large number of cats that jsut out of nowhere would come around our house. After my dad passed away, they were all gone as well. One of my Yang cousin's dad was the same way too.

They say if you see cats in large numbers and all of the sudden like that...chase it away or kill them. It's always bad omens.
saw one die yesterday....b ut it's kinda weird seein stray cats and baby cats poppin up everywhere..i decide to let the pitbull loose around the yard at night..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 20, 2010, 12:42:47 AM
boring stories. :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 20, 2010, 11:51:26 AM
boring stories. :-X

kiss my butt if you're boring  :P there will be no regret  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mai05 on October 20, 2010, 08:12:26 PM

I have had a lot of paranormal activities that have happened to me since I was 20 years old. Ever since the major incident that happened when I was pregnant and with my father whom passed away 5 months before my first child was born, that was my first experience and now I see shadows once in a while, been attacked, chased in my dreams, paralyzed in my sleep, hear voices, smelt odors.

On Sept 17th, 2010; I was home alone. My children were at their fathers house for that week. I was playing games on Facebook and I also had the TV on just a little bit louder than my computer, listening to the weather. It had rained that week and that night. A week before this, I was alone in my kitchen one day and I saw out of the corner of my eye, a shadow walked past my windows. My children were outside playing. I shook it off like any other time I see shadow (s). I saw my neighbor whom lives upstairs and asked him if he had walked by my windows earlier and he said he had not. Okay no big deal.

About 10:30 p.m. I heard a loud 'ha hum" moan over my TV. I quickly turned around to see what it was. It was directly behind me. I didn't see any thing. The instant that I turned around to my computer, I felt the hairs on my head start to pull away from my skull, (felt like there was a lot of static electricity in the room & plus I have some what long hair and it was up.) Then I felt all my hairs on my body stood up and for that minute, longest minute I ever thought, my skin crawled and it crawled to the tip of my butt. I might have felt paralyzed for that minute, and then I trembled like I have never trembled before. I stood up and called upstairs and spent the whole weekend upstairs until my children came home on Sunday.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mai05 on October 20, 2010, 08:18:32 PM

Before I talked to my sister that day and told her what had happened to me. I came down to my apartment and told whomever is here, in a clam loving way, letting it know that this is my house, I was not here to harm them in anyway, and to look for the light, go to the light as there are loved ones waiting for you. All in all, I also said the Lord's Prayer before entering and after wards. As all this was going on, my neighbor gal upstairs was having dreams and was being chased by demons. My sister said that a spirit could have come inside right behind me.
So after my children came home, I did not speak one word of this to my 11 year old. I was still trying to calm down from what had just happened to me over the weekend. I finally had to break down and ask my 11 year old if she had heard or seen anything. Thursday afternoon, she spoke up and said, "Mom, I woke up and seen a shadow and I heard footsteps." I asked her if she heard footsteps coming from upstairs and if she could decipher from the footsteps upstairs or in the house. She said that she had heard them in my bedroom. I had white noises on my phone; I would have to change channels to get better reception. My TV would shut off. I turned my DVD player and come home to find it on. Mind you I live in a 2 bedroom apartment. My children don't sleep in their rooms. They haven't slept in their room since I had moved from the 1 bedroom over to the 2 bedroom.
Later that night, on September 23rd, 2010, my children and I were going to bed. I asked my 2 year old to turn the TV off. I said "Kilyn, please turn the TV off." As instructed, she went and turned the TV off. Just as I was going into my deep sleep, I heard a female's voice saying,"Kiana, turn the TV off." I woke right up and looked where the voice came from and again I saw nothing. I looked and both my children were out. I didn't say anything, but just closed my eyes and I mentally spoke to whoever it was that was here, again telling it to go to the light.
I called my mom the next day and told her what happened. She knew what I was talking about and I asked her what to do. My girlfriend who comes and see's me, was quite in my house and she was nervous, so she had left. My friend who has spent many of nights in my place has never gotten quiet and nervous. As being Hmong, my place was too little for a Shaman and other family members to come and do their thing. So my mom gave me things to hang up on my main door and every door way, windows in my apartment. She even gave me two pieces of paper that was written by a Chinese man and gave me instructions of what to do with it. I hung two dried dark corn cobs on my door. I was even at the point of going to do a Smudging Ceremony. Saturday night is when I put a recorder out and hit record. Next day I listened, I didn't get anything.
I spoke to my sister the other day Sunday, Oct. 3rd, 2010, she had told me the week before, (when we were going riding) and I was in my garage getting my motorcycle out, and my neighbors were outside and lots of conversations were going on, she also heard a woman spoke in her ear but she couldn't make out what she was saying, she also stood still and had to think twice of what just happened
Now that I am somewhat finally calm, and things are hung up on my door, entry points of my place, nothing has happened so far; until the next time. I now scan everything over with my eyes and I listen firmly. Am I going to be at ease after all this? Am I going to be able to relax and go back to being normal? I don't know if I channel these spirits or they just come to me because my aura is so bright? I haven't come to see these faces, but I came close. I pray every day, for me, my children and for those who aren't saved yet who will someday be saved.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on October 21, 2010, 12:02:32 AM
talking about paranormal activity....

last night off work..walk to my car..start my engine.while waiting for my car to warm up heard somebody breathing next to me..like somebody was sitting on the passenger seat..and shiet i didn't even breathe that loud..i purposely stop and hole my breathe to see what's gonna happen..but it's still breathing..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 21, 2010, 01:53:01 PM
talking about paranormal activity....

last night off work..walk to my car..start my engine.while waiting for my car to warm up heard somebody breathing next to me..like somebody was sitting on the passenger seat..and shiet i didn't even breathe that loud..i purposely stop and hole my breathe to see what's gonna happen..but it's still breathing..

ahhh! creepy!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on October 21, 2010, 03:48:50 PM
There is a story about some dead person reaching for a chicken over his head. This happened back in Laos. I am not sure when or exactly where. But the elders have passed the story on and on and so I heard it back in the camps when I was a little boy.



R- there's a recording of a similar dab neeg. I believe it's called Niam Nyiaj Tswb or something Tswb. At night,   everyone fell asleep and she reached her hand out of the casket to grab the chicken close by. The only person to see this was her husband I think. That dab neeg is so creepy...espec ially the way the story teller tells it.
There is a story about some dead person reaching for a chicken over his head. This happened back in Laos. I am not sure when or exactly where. But the elders have passed the story on and on and so I heard it back in the camps when I was a little boy.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on October 21, 2010, 07:34:32 PM
When I was still a medical interpreter, I went to help a guy at his house. His wife had been sick and on the bed all the time. "Qee zaum nws hais lus tsis yog lus li lawm tiag," he told me. "Ua cas koj hais li ko?" I asked. "Es tej chim nws cia li hais tias 'tsuag, tsuag, nqa kawm peb yuav mus de dib os' no na." She would say that while she was ill on the bed unable to get up.

My grandma hasn't been able to talk since the Spring, but when she was on her death bed over the summer...I'm pretty sure she saw plenty of deceased relatives. I've had a couple of encounters with her and them at the nursing home. She also had dementia so when she was living at home with us, she'd say and do things out of the ordinare.

There was this incident at the nursing that creeps me out. There's many, but I'll share this one....

My little cousin and neice usually go with me when I go to feed her lunch or dinner. This particular day, the older girls went with me. At this point she's wheelchair bound...and with no circulation to her feet, they're swollen. I was feeding my grandma so I told my cousin to massage her feet. She was all grossed out by it so I told her to switch me....she'd finish feeding grandma and I would massage her feet. My cousin and niece are sitting on the bed, I'm sitting on the ground by her feet facing her, and we had her wheelchair parked paralell
 to the bed. She kept reaching for the food which we had set up on the bed bc there were no table in her room. Anyways, finally I told my cousin to just give her the ncej puab qaib (chicken leg) and see what she does with it. As soon as my cousin gave her the chicken leg, she turns to the side of her where none of us are and says "here, eat it...take it" By this time all our eyes are staring speechless at that empty spot she has the chicken leg waving at. My neice's face is bright red LoL  Finally I told my grandma that he/she says they aren't  hungry and took the chicken leg away from her. Later on she kept asking who was behind her bc she hears voices.

On a previous visit I asked her if she remembers how many children she had. (I always ask her random questions to see what she remembers.) She said she had 3 sons, one being my father. I asked her how many are deceased and how many are still living. She said all three were still living, but my dad is her only living son. She then goes "no all three are still living bc two are standing behind you!"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamaha on October 21, 2010, 09:56:20 PM
ahhh! creepy!
yes it breathes heavy too...lucky it wasn't behind my neck because my car wasn't tinted too had the moon roof open and the light shine right into my car so you can actually see if anyone's inside your car soo.. creepy about hearing something breathe heavy in your car..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 22, 2010, 04:55:05 PM
OMG shesaid, that last sentence was creepy

x2...share more!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 22, 2010, 06:05:02 PM
My grandma hasn't been able to talk since the Spring, but when she was on her death bed over the summer...I'm pretty sure she saw plenty of deceased relatives. I've had a couple of encounters with her and them at the nursing home. She also had dementia so when she was living at home with us, she'd say and do things out of the ordinare.

There was this incident at the nursing that creeps me out. There's many, but I'll share this one....

My little cousin and neice usually go with me when I go to feed her lunch or dinner. This particular day, the older girls went with me. At this point she's wheelchair bound...and with no circulation to her feet, they're swollen. I was feeding my grandma so I told my cousin to massage her feet. She was all grossed out by it so I told her to switch me....she'd finish feeding grandma and I would massage her feet. My cousin and niece are sitting on the bed, I'm sitting on the ground by her feet facing her, and we had her wheelchair parked paralell
 to the bed. She kept reaching for the food which we had set up on the bed bc there were no table in her room. Anyways, finally I told my cousin to just give her the ncej puab qaib (chicken leg) and see what she does with it. As soon as my cousin gave her the chicken leg, she turns to the side of her where none of us are and says "here, eat it...take it" By this time all our eyes are staring speechless at that empty spot she has the chicken leg waving at. My neice's face is bright red LoL  Finally I told my grandma that he/she says they aren't  hungry and took the chicken leg away from her. Later on she kept asking who was behind her bc she hears voices.

On a previous visit I asked her if she remembers how many children she had. (I always ask her random questions to see what she remembers.) She said she had 3 sons, one being my father. I asked her how many are deceased and how many are still living. She said all three were still living, but my dad is her only living son. She then goes "no all three are still living bc two are standing behind you!"
 :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cali_lady on October 23, 2010, 02:32:16 PM
shesaid, my mom had a similiar encounter too...

one of my Aunt had a seizure, she was hospitalized, and after her seizure, she's just not the same Aunt we used to know anymore...

My mom was feeding her and she kept telling my mom to feed those around her too, scared my mom, but she kept her posture ..
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Title: Lost lake(Fresno) ghost story
Post by: chingy-vang on October 23, 2010, 07:20:30 PM
About 3 years back, me my bro's/sis's, cousins and there friends went to lost lake.  Me and a few of the eager fishermans decided to come first before the others in our own car because trouts bite more in the morning.  So after an hour or so of fishing, everyone somewhat started to separate into other fishing spots but I got into the water to go stand on top of a big brick rock type thing in the middle of the river(if you have been to lost lake or is familiar with it, the spot that I am talking about is the 2 big cube looking rocks or watever in the middle of the pool where a lot of peoples always swim at.  The rocks are next to this fast current water which is pretty loud).  After I jumped from the rock closest to the land to the rock closer to the fast current water(only about 1 ft apart), I threw my bait into the fast current water and was facing that direction for awhile(2-5 min or so) and I heard a little splash on the rock that I had jumped from(water level is about 3-4th deep so u will drag a lot of eater onto the rock if you go on it) and then I heard a jokingly laugh after.  I thought it was one of my fishing partners so I didn't think much at all.  So after about a few seconds-a minute I reeled in my bait and was about to turn back and tell him for us to go to another spot because the fish weren't hitting as much but when I turned around to find nobody on the rock.  I was in shock and disbelief so I looked at the other fishermans and they were all at least 30 ft away from me and they were all dried.  I was the only one that had been in the water.  I was too scared so I just waited on the rock until the others arrived and managed to build enough nerve to go back to land.  Luckily nothing else happened to me.  I didn't want to scare anyone so I kept it in to myself and finally told the others the next year. 

Hope y'all enjoyed!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 23, 2010, 07:44:37 PM
 ;D

About 3 years back, me my bro's/sis's, cousins and there friends went to lost lake.  Me and a few of the eager fishermans decided to come first before the others in our own car because trouts bite more in the morning.  So after an hour or so of fishing, everyone somewhat started to separate into other fishing spots but I got into the water to go stand on top of a big brick rock type thing in the middle of the river(if you have been to lost lake or is familiar with it, the spot that I am talking about is the 2 big cube looking rocks or watever in the middle of the pool where a lot of peoples always swim at.  The rocks are next to this fast current water which is pretty loud).  After I jumped from the rock closest to the land to the rock closer to the fast current water(only about 1 ft apart), I threw my bait into the fast current water and was facing that direction for awhile(2-5 min or so) and I heard a little splash on the rock that I had jumped from(water level is about 3-4th deep so u will drag a lot of eater onto the rock if you go on it) and then I heard a jokingly laugh after.  I thought it was one of my fishing partners so I didn't think much at all.  So after about a few seconds-a minute I reeled in my bait and was about to turn back and tell him for us to go to another spot because the fish weren't hitting as much but when I turned around to find nobody on the rock.  I was in shock and disbelief so I looked at the other fishermans and they were all at least 30 ft away from me and they were all dried.  I was the only one that had been in the water.  I was too scared so I just waited on the rock until the others arrived and managed to build enough nerve to go back to land.  Luckily nothing else happened to me.  I didn't want to scare anyone so I kept it in to myself and finally told the others the next year.  

Hope y'all enjoyed!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 23, 2010, 07:45:31 PM
shesaid, my mom had a similiar encounter too...

one of my Aunt had a seizure, she was hospitalized, and after her seizure, she's just not the same Aunt we used to know anymore...

My mom was feeding her and she kept telling my mom to feed those around her too, scared my mom, but she kept her posture ..
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Elders know these things too well. They aren't afraid of them. It's just a matter of time before those things go away with the sick person.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: poppyseed on October 24, 2010, 12:31:06 AM
i'll read this.......in the morning  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 24, 2010, 01:29:32 AM
talking about paranormal activity....

last night off work..walk to my car..start my engine.while waiting for my car to warm up heard somebody breathing next to me..like somebody was sitting on the passenger seat..and shiet i didn't even breathe that loud..i purposely stop and hole my breathe to see what's gonna happen..but it's still breathing..

I think that was just your azzz breathing so loud haha. jp
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 24, 2010, 07:12:17 PM
I've had a real personal experience at home. Believe it or not, that's up to you. But it's my PERSONAL experience.

I've lived at this place for some 5 years now. Last year, I invited a 35-year-old shaman, who is also somewhat psychic, to my house. As we were sitting by the kitchen table, I asked the shaman, "Are you able to tell if there is anything strange in this house?"

Suddenly, she almost froze her body and turned her head slightly towards the sink and oven areas.  Her face looked almost pale to me. "Someone died here," she said.

"Really? What happened?" I asked.

"They are going to tell you about it now," said the shaman. "...what? They shot you from behind? He came from the door behind you? A jealous boyfriend?" I heard her voice going on and on....obviousl y, she was talking to someone else in the room now. Physically, there were just the two of us.

"You have lived here since that time...Oh, you were a student?" the shaman went on.

At that point, I realized IT was there. So I decided to speak. "What is your name?" I asked.

"Michelle," said the shaman. (That was not the shaman's name.)

"How long ago did he shoot you?" I asked.

"About 2  years before you moved in," the shaman quoted the ghost.

"Did they ever catch the person who shot you?" I asked.

"No," the shaman quoted the ghost.

"Haha...really? he's a good roommate?" the shaman said to the ghost.  "You are sorry you spooked him many times?" (There had been times when my kitchen cabinets would just open up and slam. I would go to them but they would be closed already. I always thought it was due to the wind from outside, even though the windows were closed.)

"That's ok," I said.  "Michelle, this is my house and your house, ok? Feel free to live here, it's ok."

"Is he aware he's talking to the...dead?" the shaman asked.

"I know," I said. "I'm not afraid."

"What? You want me to take you to Heaven?" the shaman asked.

After awhile, the shaman continued with the ghost. "Do you have to change? Yes, you have to change into those...You are ready?"

Then the shaman spoke to some other beings, it seemed. "Open the gate. She wants to go back there....what? Her time isn't over yet, you say? She can't go back down there. Her body is all broken up. They shot her. She can't go back into the body. Just get the papers and let her through...."

A long pause and silence. At this point I was just listening and observing.

While waiting, the shaman said, "Oh, you are Irish?...wait here a little bit."

Then it seemed something was being done.  "Yes, you can go through the gate now," the shaman said to the ghost.

"What? Good bye, human, haha..." the shaman quoted the ghost for me.

The cabinets no longer make sounds now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on October 24, 2010, 09:22:50 PM
I think that was just your azzz breathing so loud haha. jp
lol shiet that's why i checked myself..see if i did breathe that loud..i checked myself..and it keep breathing..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on October 25, 2010, 01:59:27 AM
cool story reporter,  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 25, 2010, 01:43:31 PM
Spirits can be helped sent to heaven? Like... a negotiation? Or is it because the spirits don't know how to get there?

They can't just go; they have to have a special power to get them there.

cool story reporter,  O0

Thanks.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 25, 2010, 02:49:16 PM
thanks for sharing that story reporter! but why'd you wait till 145 pages later?

I had forgotten about my own experiences... lol..
Title: Re: Lost lake(Fresno) ghost story
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on October 25, 2010, 02:51:05 PM
About 3 years back, me my bro's/sis's, cousins and there friends went to lost lake.  Me and a few of the eager fishermans decided to come first before the others in our own car because trouts bite more in the morning.  So after an hour or so of fishing, everyone somewhat started to separate into other fishing spots but I got into the water to go stand on top of a big brick rock type thing in the middle of the river(if you have been to lost lake or is familiar with it, the spot that I am talking about is the 2 big cube looking rocks or watever in the middle of the pool where a lot of peoples always swim at.  The rocks are next to this fast current water which is pretty loud).  After I jumped from the rock closest to the land to the rock closer to the fast current water(only about 1 ft apart), I threw my bait into the fast current water and was facing that direction for awhile(2-5 min or so) and I heard a little splash on the rock that I had jumped from(water level is about 3-4th deep so u will drag a lot of eater onto the rock if you go on it) and then I heard a jokingly laugh after.  I thought it was one of my fishing partners so I didn't think much at all.  So after about a few seconds-a minute I reeled in my bait and was about to turn back and tell him for us to go to another spot because the fish weren't hitting as much but when I turned around to find nobody on the rock.  I was in shock and disbelief so I looked at the other fishermans and they were all at least 30 ft away from me and they were all dried.  I was the only one that had been in the water.  I was too scared so I just waited on the rock until the others arrived and managed to build enough nerve to go back to land.  Luckily nothing else happened to me.  I didn't want to scare anyone so I kept it in to myself and finally told the others the next year. 

Hope y'all enjoyed!!

 :o  Lost Lake is spooky  :o  I'm scarred to use the restroom by myself.  Yikes...what if there's a pair of legs on the other stall but no one was there but you...
Title: Re: Lost lake(Fresno) ghost story
Post by: chingy-vang on October 25, 2010, 03:03:19 PM
:o  Lost Lake is spooky  :o  I'm scarred to use the restroom by myself.  Yikes...what if there's a pair of legs on the other stall but no one was there but you...

Did you know lots of Hmong OG's hung themselves at Lost Lake? The tree island in the middle where the swimming spot is, yea my lil bro is sensitive to spirits and he saw the old hmong lady on the tree.

and other stories of seeing people in Hmong clothes over there, even hmong people floating on water
Title: Re: Lost lake(Fresno) ghost story
Post by: BuckFuddies on October 25, 2010, 03:31:48 PM
Did you know lots of Hmong OG's hung themselves at Lost Lake? The tree island in the middle where the swimming spot is, yea my lil bro is sensitive to spirits and he saw the old hmong lady on the tree.

and other stories of seeing people in Hmong clothes over there, even hmong people floating on water

How many Hmong people actually died at Lost Lake?  I remember someone i knew that drowned there a few years ago too, he got dragged under from what the other people who was with him saw.
Title: Re: Lost lake(Fresno) ghost story
Post by: sahara on October 25, 2010, 03:54:16 PM
Did you know lots of Hmong OG's hung themselves at Lost Lake? The tree island in the middle where the swimming spot is, yea my lil bro is sensitive to spirits and he saw the old hmong lady on the tree.

and other stories of seeing people in Hmong clothes over there, even hmong people floating on water

creepy!  The last time I was there was last year Easter weekend.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 25, 2010, 04:40:36 PM
Years ago, a guy had been missing for a whole day. His family looked all over for him and called up all of the relatives and friends. No one saw him. Then at night, the wife went into their store's basement and found him hanging himself on the neck on a rope. That spot was where he had told them a  few weeks ago before that he had seen his dead mother hanging on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 3ng on October 25, 2010, 04:52:39 PM
It's "then" not than.
-- "trying reading it" is incorrect

-- It should be, "The first sentence starts"

--"Wanna" is also not proper.  O0

u guies ruein the stories four meek.....know even if i egnored it, its not ask scarie any moore...


A few months back, my uncle and my cousin went night fishing. They initially planned to stay overnight but after a few hours sitting by the lakeside with almost no action, they began talking about relocating to the other side of the lake if by midnight they don't have any catch. It was a calm Friday night and surprisingly with only a few anglers far in the distant. It was 15min passed midnight and they finally decided to relocate.

That night, my uncle decided to just sit in the back since it was only a few minute drive. Right when they're about to take off, my uncle finally decided he needed to urinate, he has been holding it the whole night and couldn't wait any longer. although they were in a rush to get over to the other side, my uncle got back out. Standing by the car with the door open, he urinates. After a minute or so, my cousin felt my uncle getting back into the car and he hears the door slams closed. Without looking back, he thought my uncle had finished so he sped off. They don't usually converse with one another in the car so he kept quiet and just drove.

When he finally got to the other side of the lake and parked, he glance back and noticed that there's noone in the back seat. My cousin had left without my uncle. He thought that the gust of wind must have blown the door closed while my uncle was still urinating and since he didn't look back to check, he just took off. When my cousin returned to where he had left my uncle, he thought my uncle would be mad but he wasn't. After they drove off, my uncle calmly told my cousin to just go home, he doesn't feel well. My cousin was puzzled but did what my uncle said.

A few days later, after my uncle did some spirit calling, he finally told my cousin that while he was urinating, he felt the car's movement and when he turned, the car has already sped off and he can see a shadowy figure in the back seat; looking back at my uncle. He didn't tell my cousin because he didn't want my cousin to freak out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on October 26, 2010, 08:00:52 AM
Years ago, a guy had been missing for a whole day. His family looked all over for him and called up all of the relatives and friends. No one saw him. Then at night, the wife went into their store's basement and found him hanging himself on the neck on a rope. That spot was where he had told them a  few weeks ago before that he had seen his dead mother hanging on.

If I discover somebody hanging like that, I'd be traumatize for a few life times.  That's fukkin scary, why people always hang themselves and not just take up some deadly poisons instead?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 26, 2010, 10:13:51 AM
If I discover somebody hanging like that, I'd be traumatize for a few life times.  That's fukkin scary, why people always hang themselves and not just take up some deadly poisons instead?

Maybe his mother had him do it to show the family that she had come to take him. ;D ;D

I agree with you: I'd be freaked out for years to come, too. One time when I was still a medical interpreter in the Twin Cities, I saw this dead swollen child with puffy bruised eyes in the hospital. I could not sleep without the lights on for months. Some of those months I had to spend at the clubs that were opening late into the night. ;D Even now I don't want to think about it. When I do, I still feel the chills.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 26, 2010, 12:09:14 PM
Ghost childs are the scariest ones to encounter.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 26, 2010, 12:46:27 PM
Ghost childs are the scariest ones to encounter.

Scarier than a tall white hairy figure on the road near early morning hours?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 26, 2010, 12:58:03 PM
Scarier than a tall white hairy figure on the road near early morning hours?

oh much worst than that...the cry of a ghost child (infant) sends chills deeper than the spine....

Back when we were still in refugee camp Nam Yao in Thailand, a lady who lives close to the main asphalt road had a stillborn. They didn't bury the baby up atop the mountains like the rest of the people. They chose to bury the baby close to one of the water wells that we usually pass if we're going to the Nam Yao River. During the evenings people, would gather at the water well and wash themselves, but usually everyone would be finished by sunset. After sunset and if you dare to wander around that water well, you can hear a baby crying from the area where they've buried the stillborn. that route is heavily used during the day, but at night, it's pretty quiet and the locals don;t dare use that route after dark.
Title: Re: Lost lake(Fresno) ghost story
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on October 26, 2010, 02:33:31 PM
Did you know lots of Hmong OG's hung themselves at Lost Lake? The tree island in the middle where the swimming spot is, yea my lil bro is sensitive to spirits and he saw the old hmong lady on the tree.

and other stories of seeing people in Hmong clothes over there, even hmong people floating on water

OMG....I'll share those creepy sitings with my husband...He'll go fishing at Lost Lake when he doesn't have the time to go to other places.  Lake Hensley is haunted, too.

I will never go anywhere between 12AM-6AM, unless accompanied.  Thank goodness i don't have 6 sense.
Title: Re: Lost lake(Fresno) ghost story
Post by: chingy-vang on October 26, 2010, 02:50:17 PM
OMG....I'll share those creepy sitings with my husband...He'll go fishing at Lost Lake when he doesn't have the time to go to other places.  Lake Hensley is haunted, too.

I will never go anywhere between 12AM-6AM, unless accompanied.  Thank goodness i don't have 6 sense.

Tell him to watch out for.....


-Tree at entrance (Hmong guy hung himself. He used to just live one block from me)

-Tree in the little island where everyone swims (Old lady hung herself)

-The trail to the far west (reports of floating Hmong apparitions on water and people in Hmong clothes)

-Bathroom (foot steps when nobody else is present)

-Water (splashing asian kids at night, walking creature that comes out in the evening)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on October 26, 2010, 03:00:30 PM
When my grandma was still alive, my uncle locked her in a room because she will open the door and wander off. She's not all there anymore. We would go into her room and feed and change her. One time, I was sitting on her bed feeding her and she say "Feed your grandpa too. He's sitting next to you." My grandpa died before my family came to the US so I never got to see my grandpa alive at all. Another time, I was changing her and the door slammed shut. I was so scare! She'll say things like "if you don't stay with me, i'm going to pack my stuff and go with your grandpa." My grandma died peacefully in her sleep. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 26, 2010, 11:08:47 PM
Scary. I bet there we stories about those babies noj mis...

oh much worst than that...the cry of a ghost child (infant) sends chills deeper than the spine....

Back when we were still in refugee camp Nam Yao in Thailand, a lady who lives close to the main asphalt road had a stillborn. They didn't bury the baby up atop the mountains like the rest of the people. They chose to bury the baby close to one of the water wells that we usually pass if we're going to the Nam Yao River. During the evenings people, would gather at the water well and wash themselves, but usually everyone would be finished by sunset. After sunset and if you dare to wander around that water well, you can hear a baby crying from the area where they've buried the stillborn. that route is heavily used during the day, but at night, it's pretty quiet and the locals don;t dare use that route after dark.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on October 27, 2010, 04:13:49 AM
chingy-vang, take a video cam corder to lost lake cause i'd like proof of what you just mention..
post on youtube.com and profit....and i'll give u props for having balls of superman steel for doing it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on October 27, 2010, 11:42:17 AM
Doesn't it give you chills? Yom? Sometimes I wonder if its just old age that makes us hallucinate or if there really is something there.

Yep...my heart race each time she said something like that. When the door slammed shut, I froze and couldn't move for a few minutes. Not sure if it's hallucination or not but she only mention my grandpa which is weird too. He could have really been there too for her to remember him when she don't really remember any of us anymore. *shivers*
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 27, 2010, 04:32:37 PM
chingy-vang, take a video cam corder to lost lake cause i'd like proof of what you just mention..
post on youtube.com and profit....and i'll give u props for having balls of superman steel for doing it..

ok so everyone on here better also capture your ghost stories on film or Skribblez wont believe ya
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on October 27, 2010, 11:31:14 PM
When my grandma was still alive, my uncle locked her in a room because she will open the door and wander off. She's not all there anymore. We would go into her room and feed and change her. One time, I was sitting on her bed feeding her and she say "Feed your grandpa too. He's sitting next to you." My grandpa died before my family came to the US so I never got to see my grandpa alive at all. Another time, I was changing her and the door slammed shut. I was so scare! She'll say things like "if you don't stay with me, i'm going to pack my stuff and go with your grandpa." My grandma died peacefully in her sleep. 
og says this "ib hnub laus zuj zus, ib hnub lawm zuj zus, ib hnub ze lawm dab teb zuj zus"...turning about into a baby..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 763boxer on October 31, 2010, 10:31:13 AM
Hi, I've been reading these stories for a while now and I'd like to share some of mine.

#1- I heard this one from a friend of mine and it takes place in South Minneapolis. This involved his two cousins and I'll refer to them as cousin A/B both are brothers, A is the older one.

Well one night B happened to be alone that night as his family had all stepped out to their relatives. He did his own little thing for awhile and soon started to feel tired so he went to his room and decided to sleep, as soon as he was about to knock out he heard footsteps outside his door and figured it wasn't anything so off to sleep. A little bit later he wakes up to loud noises inside his house figuring his family must have came home, well he decided to go and check it out as he was making his up the stairs  from the basement he could tell that the noise was coming from the living room he decides to go check it out and he sees a lady standing there just looking around and messing with stuff, the lady turns around and stares right at him. B was paralyzed just standing there with the lady just looking at him as she started making her way towards him he kept on thinking wth? why can't he move just as the lady approached him he heard the door knob to the back door open which broke the trance the lady had over him. Cousin B broken from the trance turned and ran heading towards the backdoor/kitchen door which was being opened by Cousin A who happened to be coming home, well as A came inside B passed right by him running as fast as he could outside A asked him what was wrong but by then it was too late as cousin B was out the door and A turned towards the living room to see wth was happening as to why his lil bro was scared and running out of the house. Cousin A turned to see the lady in front of him which by that time was too late she grabbed him in a bearhug style grab and kissed him. Cousin A was taken by surprise by the poj ntxoog and somehow he broke free of the shock and slammed the ghost down to the floor and bolted out the door after his lil bro both were able to get to their uncles house which was about half a block down the street. Cousin A later told my friend that when he was kissed by the poj ntxoog he could feel her long tongue in his mouth just moving all over the place and that she had long fingers and long hair. <-----------This was what my friend told me at work one night for w/e reason/how we even got to the subject of ghost stories.

#2 Same friend except he's older and married with a kid- takes place in Booklyn Park, MN

My friend sleeps down in the basement and as people in Brooklyn Park know the basements have another living room area and bathrooms/bedrooms well his room didn't have a door at the time and only a curtain as his door. Well one night as he was sleeping he turned to where the door was and from under the curtain he could see something crawling on the ground at this point my friend was already paralyzed and all he could do was watch the thing as it crawled on its hands dragging its body (kinda like the movie the grudge how the lady would do, hence why we refer to this ghost as the grudge) well anyways the thing crawled and crept up and pulled itself onto his bed and that's when it sat on him. This happened for quite a few times and everytime it was the same, it would crawl under the curtain and pull itself up to the bed and "sit" on my friend. Well he decided to actually go and get himself a door which were the sliding ones kinda like a closet looked like this (---- closed/^^ open) that night he had a feeling it would return so he tied the knobs with a string and went to sleep. He awoke to a noise at his door and he swear he could see the thing reach up and try to open the door it kept at it for awhile and then just stopped (I'm guessing at this point the ghost couldnt open it since it was tied and "it" was used to crawling under the sheets) He told me ever since he put that door in it doesnt bother him anymore.<------------Bunch of friends and I all agree the since before he didnt have a door and only a curtain it basically let itself in and was like a open invitation. We refer to this thing as the grudge whenever we mention this ghost story. I'm not sure if he told his parents since I never really cared to ask.

#3<------------Happened to my sister and I when we were little kids and my family had just settled in the U.S. for a few years. I'm around 4-5 my sis around 2-3 yrs old. This takes place in Eau Claire, Wi

Well my grandma used to babysit us until my uncle moved to MN and had kids so she went up there to go babysit his kids. One day my 2 older brothers and my older sis went to school so we decided to go up to their beds and jump on them, well in their room they have this closet that doesnt have a door like just like a walk-in closet. So my sis and I are jumping on the beds opposite side from the closet when we see this granny with long black hair and long fingernails emerge from the closet, we both got scared and wondered why grandma was in the closet but then we remembered grandma left us to babysit uncles kids. Well being scared I told me sis to hide under the blankets while I go grab my dad, I ran out the door and slid down the steps and told me dad. We both were going back and as soon as we hit the bottom steps my lil sis is already coming down the stairs, my dad told us to wait while my dad goes and check it out, he does and returns and doesnt say anything to us. At this point I forget what happened as this was long ago but my sis and I have never forgotten that experience. I sometimes ask my sis what happened after I left the room and my sis said she peeked from under the blankets and the lady was standing on the bed just moving back and forth looking around and when it started heading towards my sis thats when she got up and ran. I think about this sometimes and wonder if she ever came out while my 2 bro and sis was sleeping in that room,  but I just figured oh well.

Sorry for being so long and not having the best description of the ghost but hey I'll let you people's imagination to the work ^^. I've got one involving my dad but will post if anyone wants to hear. Peace out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: poppyseed on October 31, 2010, 11:44:28 PM
ducking a! damn. did your parents ua neeb?


scared now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on November 01, 2010, 02:16:42 AM
nothing beats a Sharp Hmong KNIFE AND A Peach wooden stick in these story
Hi, I've been reading these stories for a while now and I'd like to share some of mine.

#1- I heard this one from a friend of mine and it takes place in South Minneapolis. This involved his two cousins and I'll refer to them as cousin A/B both are brothers, A is the older one.

Well one night B happened to be alone that night as his family had all stepped out to their relatives. He did his own little thing for awhile and soon started to feel tired so he went to his room and decided to sleep, as soon as he was about to knock out he heard footsteps outside his door and figured it wasn't anything so off to sleep. A little bit later he wakes up to loud noises inside his house figuring his family must have came home, well he decided to go and check it out as he was making his up the stairs  from the basement he could tell that the noise was coming from the living room he decides to go check it out and he sees a lady standing there just looking around and messing with stuff, the lady turns around and stares right at him. B was paralyzed just standing there with the lady just looking at him as she started making her way towards him he kept on thinking wth? why can't he move just as the lady approached him he heard the door knob to the back door open which broke the trance the lady had over him. Cousin B broken from the trance turned and ran heading towards the backdoor/kitchen door which was being opened by Cousin A who happened to be coming home, well as A came inside B passed right by him running as fast as he could outside A asked him what was wrong but by then it was too late as cousin B was out the door and A turned towards the living room to see wth was happening as to why his lil bro was scared and running out of the house. Cousin A turned to see the lady in front of him which by that time was too late she grabbed him in a bearhug style grab and kissed him. Cousin A was taken by surprise by the poj ntxoog and somehow he broke free of the shock and slammed the ghost down to the floor and bolted out the door after his lil bro both were able to get to their uncles house which was about half a block down the street. Cousin A later told my friend that when he was kissed by the poj ntxoog he could feel her long tongue in his mouth just moving all over the place and that she had long fingers and long hair. <-----------This was what my friend told me at work one night for w/e reason/how we even got to the subject of ghost stories.

#2 Same friend except he's older and married with a kid- takes place in Booklyn Park, MN

My friend sleeps down in the basement and as people in Brooklyn Park know the basements have another living room area and bathrooms/bedrooms well his room didn't have a door at the time and only a curtain as his door. Well one night as he was sleeping he turned to where the door was and from under the curtain he could see something crawling on the ground at this point my friend was already paralyzed and all he could do was watch the thing as it crawled on its hands dragging its body (kinda like the movie the grudge how the lady would do, hence why we refer to this ghost as the grudge) well anyways the thing crawled and crept up and pulled itself onto his bed and that's when it sat on him. This happened for quite a few times and everytime it was the same, it would crawl under the curtain and pull itself up to the bed and "sit" on my friend. Well he decided to actually go and get himself a door which were the sliding ones kinda like a closet looked like this (---- closed/^^ open) that night he had a feeling it would return so he tied the knobs with a string and went to sleep. He awoke to a noise at his door and he swear he could see the thing reach up and try to open the door it kept at it for awhile and then just stopped (I'm guessing at this point the ghost couldnt open it since it was tied and "it" was used to crawling under the sheets) He told me ever since he put that door in it doesnt bother him anymore.<------------Bunch of friends and I all agree the since before he didnt have a door and only a curtain it basically let itself in and was like a open invitation. We refer to this thing as the grudge whenever we mention this ghost story. I'm not sure if he told his parents since I never really cared to ask.

#3<------------Happened to my sister and I when we were little kids and my family had just settled in the U.S. for a few years. I'm around 4-5 my sis around 2-3 yrs old. This takes place in Eau Claire, Wi

Well my grandma used to babysit us until my uncle moved to MN and had kids so she went up there to go babysit his kids. One day my 2 older brothers and my older sis went to school so we decided to go up to their beds and jump on them, well in their room they have this closet that doesnt have a door like just like a walk-in closet. So my sis and I are jumping on the beds opposite side from the closet when we see this granny with long black hair and long fingernails emerge from the closet, we both got scared and wondered why grandma was in the closet but then we remembered grandma left us to babysit uncles kids. Well being scared I told me sis to hide under the blankets while I go grab my dad, I ran out the door and slid down the steps and told me dad. We both were going back and as soon as we hit the bottom steps my lil sis is already coming down the stairs, my dad told us to wait while my dad goes and check it out, he does and returns and doesnt say anything to us. At this point I forget what happened as this was long ago but my sis and I have never forgotten that experience. I sometimes ask my sis what happened after I left the room and my sis said she peeked from under the blankets and the lady was standing on the bed just moving back and forth looking around and when it started heading towards my sis thats when she got up and ran. I think about this sometimes and wonder if she ever came out while my 2 bro and sis was sleeping in that room,  but I just figured oh well.

Sorry for being so long and not having the best description of the ghost but hey I'll let you people's imagination to the work ^^. I've got one involving my dad but will post if anyone wants to hear. Peace out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: poppyseed on November 01, 2010, 10:27:15 AM
This was told to me by my sister from her friend.

Her guy cousin was in his room doing homework. He had his door closed and his younger brother kept coming back in and out. His younger brother finally stopped and left his door open. From the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow, and he turned around and it was a girl. He got scared and went downstairs, told his mom, and his mom said "oh its nothing. don't worry about it." So he just let it go. He still kept seeing her, and he got used to her presence.

He got so used to of her that one day when his family was having dinner he asked his mom: mom why didn't you put out a plate for my girlfriend? you know she is here and she is hungry."

his mom asks: your girlfriend? where is she?

"she is here mom. she is hungry too. bring a plate out for her."

She still didnt think much of it, and took a plate for him.

His family noticed that he started getting skinnier, and more crazier. His mom noticed that he would talk to himself, and she got scared and worried for him.

And so.....they put him in a mental institute. *weird huh? what kind of family does that without ua neeb???*

His mom would call him weekly, and whenever she is talking to him, it seems like he isn't talking to her. He would say: You know i miss you. why don't you come and visit me. oh i see you right outside my door. you are already here?

his mom asks him: who are you talking to?

he says: my girlfriend.

This would happen every time she would call. But one day, he calls them while they're having dinner and he asked: why didn't you guys set out a place for my girlfriend? you know she likes you guys. and she is very hungry. bring out a plate for her. she is in my room. tell her to come and join you guys. or you can have my little 2 sisters bring food for her. she really likes you two.

his 2 sisters were like 7 and 8 at that time, and they were bawling and scared. and their mom made them both bring a plate of food to his room.

he was still on the phone with them, and they were up the stairs, frightened and crying, they stopped.

he asked them why did they stop? and why are they so scared. he told them that she really likes them and that right now she is patting their heads to console them.

they both got really scared, dropped the food, and ran back downstairs. and on the phone, their brother asked: why did you guys drop the food? she is still hungry.

his family finally ua neeb, and found out that in his past life, him and his girlfriend promised be together forever. he reincarnated and she didn't. she finally found him and is going to stay with him.



***

these group of guys decided to rent out a cabin and they all had to share a bed. the one guy sleeping at the edge of the bed couldn't sleep because it was so cold. after everyone else fell asleep, he felt something touching the bed like adding more weight, and then he felt something rubbing his thigh. he turned his head and saw an old lady and she asks: nov puas yog nqaij os? (is this meat?)

he got scared, woke everyone up, and said that he wanted to go. he was like man lets go. i dont like staying here, lets go.

his buddies were like nah, man. we rented this place. if you dont want to sleep on the edge, i'll switch with you.

so his buddy switched place with him. same thing happens to him. he couldn't sleep because it was so cold. and then he felt something on the bed. then something rubbing his thigh. he turned his head, and saw the same old lady, and she asks him: noy puas yog nqaij os?

he woke everyone up, said the same thing. they all packed and left.


*****

there is this certain yang clan that whenever someone passes away they have to put food and water in the deceased's coffin or else the coffin will shake. not sure why, but one time they didn't and the deceased's spirit possessed someone and shouted at them that he is hungry and very thirsty. after they put food and water in the coffin, it stopped shaking.


*****


this aunt passed away for some unknown reason. when they were doing her funeral, they heard a loud high pitch scream, and the lights were flicker off and on. it stopped. and then it happened again. loud high pitch scream. lights flicker on and off. they didn't know where it was coming from. they looked and looked. they finally looked in the coffin, and the dead aunt had her mouth open. they had to manually hold her mouth together throughout the funeral. *eeekkk scary!*


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on November 01, 2010, 12:30:08 PM
good stories.. keep em coming  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on November 01, 2010, 10:14:28 PM
This was told to me by my sister from her friend.

Her guy cousin was in his room doing homework. He had his door closed and his younger brother kept coming back in and out. His younger brother finally stopped and left his door open. From the corner of his eye, he saw a shadow, and he turned around and it was a girl. He got scared and went downstairs, told his mom, and his mom said "oh its nothing. don't worry about it." So he just let it go. He still kept seeing her, and he got used to her presence.

He got so used to of her that one day when his family was having dinner he asked his mom: mom why didn't you put out a plate for my girlfriend? you know she is here and she is hungry."

his mom asks: your girlfriend? where is she?

"she is here mom. she is hungry too. bring a plate out for her."

She still didnt think much of it, and took a plate for him.

His family noticed that he started getting skinnier, and more crazier. His mom noticed that he would talk to himself, and she got scared and worried for him.

And so.....they put him in a mental institute. *weird huh? what kind of family does that without ua neeb???*

His mom would call him weekly, and whenever she is talking to him, it seems like he isn't talking to her. He would say: You know i miss you. why don't you come and visit me. oh i see you right outside my door. you are already here?

his mom asks him: who are you talking to?

he says: my girlfriend.

This would happen every time she would call. But one day, he calls them while they're having dinner and he asked: why didn't you guys set out a place for my girlfriend? you know she likes you guys. and she is very hungry. bring out a plate for her. she is in my room. tell her to come and join you guys. or you can have my little 2 sisters bring food for her. she really likes you two.

his 2 sisters were like 7 and 8 at that time, and they were bawling and scared. and their mom made them both bring a plate of food to his room.

he was still on the phone with them, and they were up the stairs, frightened and crying, they stopped.

he asked them why did they stop? and why are they so scared. he told them that she really likes them and that right now she is patting their heads to console them.

they both got really scared, dropped the food, and ran back downstairs. and on the phone, their brother asked: why did you guys drop the food? she is still hungry.

his family finally ua neeb, and found out that in his past life, him and his girlfriend promised be together forever. he reincarnated and she didn't. she finally found him and is going to stay with him.



***

these group of guys decided to rent out a cabin and they all had to share a bed. the one guy sleeping at the edge of the bed couldn't sleep because it was so cold. after everyone else fell asleep, he felt something touching the bed like adding more weight, and then he felt something rubbing his thigh. he turned his head and saw an old lady and she asks: nov puas yog nqaij os? (is this meat?)

he got scared, woke everyone up, and said that he wanted to go. he was like man lets go. i dont like staying here, lets go.

his buddies were like nah, man. we rented this place. if you dont want to sleep on the edge, i'll switch with you.

so his buddy switched place with him. same thing happens to him. he couldn't sleep because it was so cold. and then he felt something on the bed. then something rubbing his thigh. he turned his head, and saw the same old lady, and she asks him: noy puas yog nqaij os?

he woke everyone up, said the same thing. they all packed and left.


*****

there is this certain yang clan that whenever someone passes away they have to put food and water in the deceased's coffin or else the coffin will shake. not sure why, but one time they didn't and the deceased's spirit possessed someone and shouted at them that he is hungry and very thirsty. after they put food and water in the coffin, it stopped shaking.


*****


this aunt passed away for some unknown reason. when they were doing her funeral, they heard a loud high pitch scream, and the lights were flicker off and on. it stopped. and then it happened again. loud high pitch scream. lights flicker on and off. they didn't know where it was coming from. they looked and looked. they finally looked in the coffin, and the dead aunt had her mouth open. they had to manually hold her mouth together throughout the funeral. *eeekkk scary!*



eeekkkkk!  :o creepy!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Snake on November 03, 2010, 05:42:29 PM
Been reading these for a while and thought I would contribute. Here's one told by a marine.

In the late 1980's I was at Subic Bay naval base in the Phillipines attending a jungle survival course. I stayed in the Marine barracks. There were three US Marine security force companies that protected the base. At the time it had the distinction of being the only location in the world where the U.S. military was regularly conducting live combat patrols, in this case against the Communist New People's Army who regularly performed incursions into Subic and dropped mortar rounds onto the Charlie Company outpost in the hills.

When I was there I overheard some security force company Marines talking about the "Red eye". Over the next few days I heard this term several times. I finally asked one of them about it. This is what he told me. Back then there were very isolated clearings in the jungle on the perimeter of the base where guard towers were located. Each guard tower was manned by a Marine with a rifle and PRC-77 radio. There was one additional Marine on the ground at the base of the tower.

One night about a month earlier the Sergeant of the Guard recieved a radio call from one of the isolated posts. The tower Marine reported that he has seen possible movement in the jungle near his tower, The Sergeant instructed him to dispatch his ground sentry for a closer look. A short time later the tower Marine called back and said his ground sentry described what looked like a "Red eye" approaching the clearing from the jungle.

A minute later the tower Marine called frantically and reported his ground sentry was down and his position was being observed. The Sergeant dispatched the Corporal of The guard with the security alert team in a Humvee and asked who was in the towers perimeter. The Marine responded he didn't know and that he could just see one red eye approaching his position. A short time later one last frantic radio call came in from the tower. The Marine screamed "It's climbing the ducking ladder". The Sergeant responded who is climbing the ladder. The last transmission from the guard tower was a screaming message "I Just See One Red Eye!". The radio went dead. A few seconds later the Sergeant of the Guard heard M-16 rifle fire from deep in the jungle.

When the Security alert team arrived to the tower about 15 minutes later they found the tower clearing deserted. The floor of the tower post was covered in blood, bits of uniform, and several expended 5.56 cartidge cases. There was another spot near the edge of the clearing covered with blood next to a M-16A2 rifle laying on the ground. There was a blood trail leading into the jungle but no sign of the two Marines. At daylight Negrito indian trackers were brought in to follow the trail and search for the Marines. After a short time the trail just vanished. The Negrito indians said the demon that lives in the jungle took them. They had a name for it. I cannot recall the name but their legends describe it as a beast with one red eye. The Two Marines were never seen again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Snake on November 03, 2010, 05:44:28 PM
Here's one more:

I'm a Marine MP (Military Police) on Quantico and have a few stories myself.

One of the first nights after I finished FTO, I was doing our security checks. Obviously if something is unsecure, we have to clear it then secure it. Everything was going fine until I reach an old 3 story WWII morgue turned supply building. The corporal I was with refused to go with me so I was stuck clearing it myself. I heard so many footsteps behind me even though absolutely no one was in the building with me, cold gusts of air in the middle of August and lights turning on and off when I am on the complete other side of the floor in 5 minutes I was in there. Also it is situated right next to train tracks that they used to bring the bodies in on. You could hear trains stopping right outside of the building and when I went to look, nothing. I came out pale white and told the corporal what happened, thats when they decided to tell me that it was actually an old morgue. Still to this day refuse to go in there at night.

Two other stories revolve around our headquarters building. The first one is, while they were renovating the building, only we had keys to the doors. Well when you have to make a head call while at our gate, that's where you go. One night at about 01, someone needed to go. He walked in to the building and saw someone standing there. He looked at him and he was just standing on the stairs in the old green uniforms like the ones from the movie Full Metal Jacket. The sentry asked him the basic questions and the Marine just turned and walked up the steps. The sentry went to follow him asking for back-up and heard a door slam before he got up the stairs. He stayed at the top of the stairs until back up arrived and 4 people cleared the entire building. Never found anyone.

Also, our headquarters building has our medical clinic in it. Once again at night, someone needed to go in there and heard a baby crying from the medical corridor and saw the light on in there. When he made his way down the hall the light wasn't on and as he got to the door, no crying. So he walked back down and the crying started up again. He never went to the bathroom...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Snake on November 03, 2010, 05:45:44 PM
Here's one told by a fellow cop...some of you may have read it in the marriage section:

Myself and a buddy on my squad responded to an alarm. The incident location was an old office type building that had been converted to doctor's offices. There was a pharmacy attached to it. Our dispatch received a motion signal from an upstairs office. Key holder arrives on scene and we go in to secure the building. The stairs were locked behind a door that, of course, the key holder didn't have keys too, so we took the elevator up to the second floor (not the most tactically sourd option, I know).

Elevator opens to a pitch black hallway... except for one overhead light at the end of the hall. We start checking doors, and so far all are secured. We get to the last office, and sure enough, the door is unlocked. We make entry and observe it to be an unused office. The door opend to a sizable waiting room and reception area. There were about 10 or 12 exam rooms, all cleared with no hiccups.

We exit the office and immediately, something seems off. That is when I realize the overhead light at our end of the hallway that had been on was now off, replaced by another light over by the elevators. I look at my squad mate and he is completely white. I ask him what is wrong and he says, "Weren't all those doors we just checked closed and locked." I tell him yay, so. Buddy says, "Well now they're all standing open." Sure enough, all the offices down the hallway we had just checked were now standing open. Pucker factor sinks in at this point.

So we start clearing offices and securing offices. We finish the last office, and on our way out, just before we turn the corner to get into the waiting area, the main door just slams shut. Then, our radios start going nuts with some kind of static feedback. Now I just want to get the hell out of there.

We get back in the elevator and head down to the first floor to make contact with the key holder again. However, key holder is no where to be found. I contact dispatch and request a call back number for the key holder so I can advise him of what we found. Dispatch states that the key holder was still enroute to us and was advising an eta of 5 minutes. I advise dispatch that we had already been out with the key holder. Dispatch requests I give them a call.

I call dispatch and she tells me that there is no way we were out with a key holder. She states that the alarm company had only just made contact with one. Eventually, the "real" keyholder arrives on scene and I ask her about the man that had let us in the building (the first key holder). She asked me to describe him, so I did. She states that that sounds like one of the doctors that used to lease the office on the second floor AT THE END OF THE HALL. She then states that he had committed suicide at his summer home several days ago.

I still won't go back there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BuckFuddies on November 03, 2010, 07:40:06 PM
Cool stories there Snake.  Please people, more scary stories !!! 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Snake on November 03, 2010, 07:53:31 PM
Ok last one for tonight, true story told by special force commandos during the vietnam war....

As you may or may not know, the people of Vietnam are very superstitious. This applies both to the ethnic Vietnamese who live in the coastal areas and the deltas and lowlands, and also the "Montagnard" tribes (Hmong and Bru) who live in the mountainous areas on either side of the Laotian border.

I think this story involved the Bru, but I don't remember 100%.

Anyway, a team of U.S. Army special forces was assigned to a small village of these people as part of the "Civilian Irregular Defense Group" or CIDG program. Their mission was to organize the villagers into a cadre or militia, and teach them how to resist terrorism by the Viet Cong and NVA.

Since this particular place was near several high speed trails that were used by the enemy, the SF guys had taught the villagers how to construct a perimeter and defend it during the hours of darkness, when sentries were posted.

One night, while the American SF guys were asleep, they were awakened in the dead of night by a high volume of automatic weapons fire coming from the perimeter around the small village. Needless to say, the SF guys first instinct told them that the enemy was probing the perimeter and the sentries had opened fire on them, so they grabbed their guns and gear and scrambled to the perimeter lines to reinforce the sentries on line.

The sentries were firing wildly, burning up a shit ton of ammuntion, throwing a huge amount of lead into the darkness of the surrounding jungle. They seemed to be terrified by something.

The American SF guys were cool heads though, and observed strict fire discipline, holding their fire until they had visuals on the enemy.

And that was the problem - there WAS no enemy. The native sentries were firing AT NOTHING.

Finally the SF team commander got them to cease fire and calm down enough to find out what the heck was going on.

Then, the native sentries finally explained what was going on.

One of them claimed that he saw "Panoah" - a supernatural demon that lived in the jungle and devoured men's souls in the middle of the night - and that is why he opened fire.

The rest had just followed suit, being fed by the infectious terror spread by the first man.

True story.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on November 04, 2010, 04:38:43 PM
dam snake your stories are  the shit, especially the last one
its like the hmong elders would call "p nyu y" thats how you say it but obviously not how its written
and the doctor incident whoooooh!!!! major pucker
post more if you have some
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 05, 2010, 03:04:35 PM

Sorry for being so long and not having the best description of the ghost but hey I'll let you people's imagination to the work ^^. I've got one involving my dad but will post if anyone wants to hear. Peace out.

Post more!  We all would love to read it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 06, 2010, 01:56:37 AM
Post more Snake.....

You just revived this dead thread
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on November 08, 2010, 01:35:58 PM
Post more Snake.....

You just revived this dead thread
hey chingy
post more of what you kno about fresno, would like to kno more from my home turf
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 08, 2010, 02:18:24 PM
hey chingy
post more of what you kno about fresno, would like to kno more from my home turf

My Sac cousins(teenagers) came down for the new years a few years back and we were pretty bored having gone to the Hmong new years for two days straight. So my cousin asked us to take them to a nearby fishing park and have a picnic. He also met his Sac friends at the new years and invited them on our trip. When we got to Lost Lake they were daring someone to swim in the ice cold water first then the rest will jump in and they'll treat him for pho. After a few minutes, everyone was dipping in the water because the idea of pho after an icy cold swim sounds good. Then my older cousin started screamin, "Dragon Dragon". Everyone got out of the water then he said that he was just ducking around. So his friends and I told him not to duck around like that at rivers and lakes.....

Well after the new years they went back and home and didn't mention it to anyone. Well my cousin's friend's mom happens to be a very powerful psychic Shaman and the night they got back, this Dragon lady to to her in her dream and told her that her son and his friends were messing around at her lake and she don't appreciate it. So the next day she confronted her son and told him that he knows best not to mention the word "Dragon" around any body of water. Yea it surprised him because he never told his mom about his lost lake trip and none of his friends told any OG's.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on November 09, 2010, 10:51:15 AM
Shit chingy
he should kno better than that
he's lucky nothin happend to him
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on November 10, 2010, 01:17:25 PM
When i was a child, i would hear voices but never saw anythng. when i was in my hs years, i would see a bunch of black shadows, now, those are demons. it came to the point where in broad daylight or sleeping next to my sister with the light on, it would come to me frm out of nowhere. sometimes the slower ones i would see move frm the hall and n2 my bedrm. finally my parents wrappd up a knife 4 me to put undr my pillow. hung bamboo in my room and hit every area in my rm with a bamboo and peach branch. then they pounded some leaves and othr stuff and burnt it.

it stoppd till i got married and moved in with my hubb.

one day i was nappin, there's one of those long slim mirror across frm my bed on the wall. btw as i was napping, i felt the bed sinkin in as if someone was crawling in2 bed. i thought it was my hub and with my eyes still close, i told him to stop shaking the bed so much. it got quiet. then some more crawlin up to my shoulder. i turn around and opend my eyes, there in the mid afternoon light next to me was a huge shadow and just as soon as it saw me awake, it vanished right thru the mirror. i ran out asap. that nite, in my dream and for a whole week, a man, shadowy figure said, we found u. i was so scared, i put the knife back undr my pillow and taped up all mirrors in my rm. next morning my hubb bit.chd at me for breaking the mirror. however i didnt break it. i went to grab for my red cloth wrappd upknife undr pillow but it dissapeared. i ask hub where it was and he told me he never touchd it or knew i had it. my hubb's grandma was informed and she sent me 2 fake medium and large size plastic doberman dog and 1 plastic cat. i placed the large plastic dog outside. and the medium plastic dog and cat on my nitestand by me. they put money paper on door and on mirrors. everythng became quiet for that time.
thats scary
have you seen a shaman yet??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on November 10, 2010, 01:29:02 PM
When i was a child, i would hear voices but never saw anythng. when i was in my hs years, i would see a bunch of black shadows, now, those are demons. it came to the point where in broad daylight or sleeping next to my sister with the light on, it would come to me frm out of nowhere. sometimes the slower ones i would see move frm the hall and n2 my bedrm. finally my parents wrappd up a knife 4 me to put undr my pillow. hung bamboo in my room and hit every area in my rm with a bamboo and peach branch. then they pounded some leaves and othr stuff and burnt it.

it stoppd till i got married and moved in with my hubb.

one day i was nappin, there's one of those long slim mirror across frm my bed on the wall. btw as i was napping, i felt the bed sinkin in as if someone was crawling in2 bed. i thought it was my hub and with my eyes still close, i told him to stop shaking the bed so much. it got quiet. then some more crawlin up to my shoulder. i turn around and opend my eyes, there in the mid afternoon light next to me was a huge shadow and just as soon as it saw me awake, it vanished right thru the mirror. i ran out asap. that nite, in my dream and for a whole week, a man, shadowy figure said, we found u. i was so scared, i put the knife back undr my pillow and taped up all mirrors in my rm. next morning my hubb bit.chd at me for breaking the mirror. however i didnt break it. i went to grab for my red cloth wrappd upknife undr pillow but it dissapeared. i ask hub where it was and he told me he never touchd it or knew i had it. my hubb's grandma was informed and she sent me 2 fake medium and large size plastic doberman dog and 1 plastic cat. i placed the large plastic dog outside. and the medium plastic dog and cat on my nitestand by me. they put money paper on door and on mirrors. everythng became quiet for that time.

freakin' scary.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Snake on November 10, 2010, 10:38:02 PM
Here one told my a fellow hunter who had an close encounter with a Pi-U-Y or bigfoot?

I used to hunt Elk in an area of the Oregon Coast range known as God's Valley. My best friends father introduced us to this area. It was a large farmstead in the middle of the Tillamook State Forest that had been abandoned to the state when the owner died in the 1940's. All that was left were several large grass fields surrounded by dense forest. It was prime elk habitat as the elk would come down to the fields to graze at night. My friend and I noticed some strange things about the area while camping in the summer and hunting in the fall. There was an area about 1/2 mile from camp we referred to as the Dead Zone. It was a strange area that gave us bad vibes. The forest would be alive with game and game trails. Elk, pheasant, squirrel, coyote etc. Then almost like crossing a line painted on the ground there was an area about 1/4 mile long where nothing and I mean nothing, lived. No game trails, no squirrels barking, not even birds in the trees, no sounds, even the air was still. Then 1/4 mile later you would cross another invisible line and bam! The forest would be alive again. That was the Dead Zone.

September 30th 1994 I left work that Friday, packed then headed to God's Valley for the Opening day of Coast Black tail Deer season. God's Valley was not a real good area for deer but I was by myself and didn't know any other a hunting areas very well. After driving for about 2.5 hours I left the blacktop and was on the logging roads. At the time God's Valley was at the end of a dead end logging road 7 miles from the highway. During elk season there are dozens of camps and RV's parked along the road and several down at God's Valley. I was quite surprised that when I arrived to the valley at about midnight it was deserted and I did not see a single camp or RV the entire way in.

I pulled all the way into the large U shaped clearing. At the bottom of the U was a huge old growth Douglas Fir with a rock firepit close by. I parked about 30 feet from the tree and left my headlights shining on its base while I set up camp. I had Black Sabbath turned way up as I unpacked my truck. About 20 minutes later I was bent over setting up my dome tent when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I turned my head and thought I heard a commotion coming from the woods. It was hard to hear over the music. I walked to the drivers door of my truck and turned the music down. I listened and heard nothing so I shrugged it off, turned my music up and went back to work.

A couple minutes later I distinctly heard a loud snap of a breaking branch to the left of my camp. I walked to my truck and turned my music off again. I listened intently for at least a minute then I heard a very light rustle of leaves and a twig snap. The sound came from the woods on the other side of a 50 foot long blackberry bush that ended just short of the big old growth tree. About a minute later I heard another soft footfall. Then another. At the time it reminded me of my own sounds when quietly stalking game through the forest. For some reason I thought it was another hunter or someone playing a joke. I called out "Hello, someone there?!" Silence, nothing. About another full minute later another couple of soft crunches. There is a game trail on the other side of the blackberry's. Whatever is making the sound is on the trail and slowly coming closer to where the blackberries end at the base of the tree.

By this point Im getting nervous. Maybe it’s a drunk hunter playing games but Im by myself 7 miles into one of the thickest forests in the US. I was carrying a revolver in a shoulder holster. My rifle and speed loaders were cased and underneath a ton of shit behind the seat.

I drew my revolver and yelled “Hey quit ducking around, I got a gun and this shit ain’t funny!†No response, nothing. I figured I would either hear a man running away, busting brush of an animal running or something but there was only silence. About a minute later I can hear more creeping steps along the trail. It’s get closer to the gap between the blackberries and the tree. Perhaps 30 feet away now. My headlights are shining on the bottom of the tree but I still can’t see anything.

I made the loudest most guttural scream I could muster. I could hear it echo through the valley. More silence. A minute later more quiet stalking footsteps. Im 6’3, 260 lbs. It sounds like a man my size or better trying to be quiet. Two legs? I see a large shadow move into the gap and behind the tree. The tree is about 5 feet wide. I am now scared for my life. I fire a round high up into the tree. The gunshot echoed for a long time. I saw part of a tall shape and yellowish eyes peer at me from behind the tree. I screamed as loud as I could and fired two more shots into the tree. The shots echoed for along time then silence. I didn’t see it anymore. I stood there waiting. I had 2 or 3 shots left. I wasn’t sure. After about half a minute it just walked away into the woods. It was no longer trying to be quiet but it wasn’t in a hurry. It just walked away into the darkness. I listened for a couple minutes until I couldn’t hear it anymore. I picked up my entire set up dome tent, threw it in the back of my truck. I threw my pots, pans and cooler and everything else on top. I was out of there and back on the gravel road 90 seconds later.

I drove the 2 and ½ hours back to Portland shaking. I arrived at my friends house at about 3 in the morning. I woke him up and told him what happened. The next afternoon we packed several rifles and drove back. I had to show him and see if we could find anything. It looked much different in the daylight. We parked at the base of the tree and looked around. On the trail behind the tree we could clearly see it’s prints in the soft earth. It’s prints were almost half again as large as my size 13 boots. The footprints were so far apart that I had to stretch my legs as far as they would go to match the stride.

Since then I no longer go into the forest alone and I hunt with an FN FAL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Snake on November 10, 2010, 10:40:04 PM
http://www.youtube.com/v/AveJSRL8KgQ?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US

http://www.youtube.com/v/KjWQcT4qGUU?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on November 11, 2010, 03:18:32 PM
shampoo: you definitely got a gift, maybe not somthing to brag about but maybe of good use kinda the ghost whisperer show

snake: man thanks for scaring the sh1t out of me, thats why i never like hunting alone
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on November 12, 2010, 08:23:27 AM
Here's one told by a fellow cop...some of you may have read it in the marriage section:


I call dispatch and she tells me that there is no way we were out with a key holder. She states that the alarm company had only just made contact with one. Eventually, the "real" keyholder arrives on scene and I ask her about the man that had let us in the building (the first key holder). She asked me to describe him, so I did. She states that that sounds like one of the doctors that used to lease the office on the second floor AT THE END OF THE HALL. She then states that he had committed suicide at his summer home several days ago.

I still won't go back there.


dang!!! that's freakin' spooky as ever!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on November 12, 2010, 08:27:25 AM
When my grandma was still alive, my uncle locked her in a room because she will open the door and wander off. She's not all there anymore. We would go into her room and feed and change her. One time, I was sitting on her bed feeding her and she say "Feed your grandpa too. He's sitting next to you." My grandpa died before my family came to the US so I never got to see my grandpa alive at all. Another time, I was changing her and the door slammed shut. I was so scare! She'll say things like "if you don't stay with me, i'm going to pack my stuff and go with your grandpa." My grandma died peacefully in her sleep. 

awww, that's sad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on November 12, 2010, 08:39:54 AM
Ghost childs are the scariest ones to encounter.

that's why i hate any child ghost movies. they just spook me out!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on November 12, 2010, 08:42:37 AM
My grandma hasn't been able to talk since the Spring, but when she was on her death bed over the summer...I'm pretty sure she saw plenty of deceased relatives. I've had a couple of encounters with her and them at the nursing home. She also had dementia so when she was living at home with us, she'd say and do things out of the ordinare.

There was this incident at the nursing that creeps me out. There's many, but I'll share this one....

My little cousin and neice usually go with me when I go to feed her lunch or dinner. This particular day, the older girls went with me. At this point she's wheelchair bound...and with no circulation to her feet, they're swollen. I was feeding my grandma so I told my cousin to massage her feet. She was all grossed out by it so I told her to switch me....she'd finish feeding grandma and I would massage her feet. My cousin and niece are sitting on the bed, I'm sitting on the ground by her feet facing her, and we had her wheelchair parked paralell
 to the bed. She kept reaching for the food which we had set up on the bed bc there were no table in her room. Anyways, finally I told my cousin to just give her the ncej puab qaib (chicken leg) and see what she does with it. As soon as my cousin gave her the chicken leg, she turns to the side of her where none of us are and says "here, eat it...take it" By this time all our eyes are staring speechless at that empty spot she has the chicken leg waving at. My neice's face is bright red LoL  Finally I told my grandma that he/she says they aren't  hungry and took the chicken leg away from her. Later on she kept asking who was behind her bc she hears voices.

On a previous visit I asked her if she remembers how many children she had. (I always ask her random questions to see what she remembers.) She said she had 3 sons, one being my father. I asked her how many are deceased and how many are still living. She said all three were still living, but my dad is her only living son. She then goes "no all three are still living bc two are standing behind you!"

for some reason, i dont come in in here often but i am today and it's creeping me out!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on November 12, 2010, 08:50:35 AM
I told you some spirits are retarded...their dad is one of them to be willing to take a pig in exchange for the two souls....retard tiag!

that's cold but funny at the same time. Lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FlowerShiny on November 12, 2010, 08:55:16 AM
If you wrote this in proper English, this would have been so scary.

lmao. i didnt understand his story, i kept having to rephrase his sentences. but ok, scary tiag mas.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 0ms_pam0 on November 12, 2010, 01:07:15 PM
After reading all these postings I have to admit I'm not the only one going through these creepy stuff. Lol. And some of these stories are seriously creepy.

Anywho, eversince I can remember I've always had paranormal experiences. Everyone I have told to about my experiences; they claim I have a sixth sense. Whatever it is, I have a love/hate relationship with it. Sometimes I don't even know if I'm going crazy for reals or if it really is happening and my conscious is refusing to believe it. But to my story. This is the latest that has happened to me....

This happened in august/september 2010. It was a Sunday. One of my hubby's relatives past away. During the whole day me and him had been bickering about some stuff. We went to one of his friends BBQ party, his booty got kinda wasted. So that ticked me off even more since he knew he had to drive. Anyway, we got into an argument on our way home. He kept saying he's going to go back to the funeral home and help the OG's sit the night. I didn't care at that moment I was too angry at him. So he dropped me off home and I went to shower. During our argument he had said some hurtful things to me. During the shower I cried. I got out of the shower still crying. Instead of getting dressed right away I went and sat on my side of the bed. (we have two windows in our bedroom. Our bed is in between the two windows) I didn't sit there no longer than 5 mins and I heard some crawling. Sounded like roaches crawling on paper. And I know we have no roaches at where we live. So I didn't think much of it. Beside my side of the bed I have a few shot glasses in a plastic container I put in. I lifted the container about an inch high and dropped it. Right when I dropped it I heard a tiger growled right outside my window. At that moment I froze, every hair on my body stood up. But remember this, my window wasn't open. I never open my window because there's no metal screen there to prevent bugs to fly into my house. But why did the growl sounded like my window was open... So I totally freaked and called my hubby to come back home.

I have more stories but later.... Gotta go have lunch with my hubby now. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on November 12, 2010, 05:38:06 PM
After reading all these postings I have to admit I'm not the only one going through these creepy stuff. Lol. And some of these stories are seriously creepy.

Anywho, eversince I can remember I've always had paranormal experiences. Everyone I have told to about my experiences; they claim I have a sixth sense. Whatever it is, I have a love/hate relationship with it. Sometimes I don't even know if I'm going crazy for reals or if it really is happening and my conscious is refusing to believe it. But to my story. This is the latest that has happened to me....

This happened in august/september 2010. It was a Sunday. One of my hubby's relatives past away. During the whole day me and him had been bickering about some stuff. We went to one of his friends BBQ party, his booty got kinda wasted. So that ticked me off even more since he knew he had to drive. Anyway, we got into an argument on our way home. He kept saying he's going to go back to the funeral home and help the OG's sit the night. I didn't care at that moment I was too angry at him. So he dropped me off home and I went to shower. During our argument he had said some hurtful things to me. During the shower I cried. I got out of the shower still crying. Instead of getting dressed right away I went and sat on my side of the bed. (we have two windows in our bedroom. Our bed is in between the two windows) I didn't sit there no longer than 5 mins and I heard some crawling. Sounded like roaches crawling on paper. And I know we have no roaches at where we live. So I didn't think much of it. Beside my side of the bed I have a few shot glasses in a plastic container I put in. I lifted the container about an inch high and dropped it. Right when I dropped it I heard a tiger growled right outside my window. At that moment I froze, every hair on my body stood up. But remember this, my window wasn't open. I never open my window because there's no metal screen there to prevent bugs to fly into my house. But why did the growl sounded like my window was open... So I totally freaked and called my hubby to come back home.

I have more stories but later.... Gotta go have lunch with my hubby now. 
please do continue...
we dont like to be left hangin...
not literally, but you kno what i mean
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 0ms_pam0 on November 12, 2010, 07:18:26 PM
Ok so I'm back. Lol. I guess I'll start off with my very first memory of seeing stuff.

I think I was only around 4 or 5 years of age. I used to live in Stockton, just to paint a better picture. My fam and I was visiting my aunt and uncle and their fam. They at the time was living on kelly drive. For those of you who knows the area or used to live in Stockton should know where that street is located. Anyway, my cousins and I was playing in the bedroom doing what kids do. But for some reason they stopped playing and went to stay in the livingroom with the parents. That time my aunt just had her youngest daughter. So all the kids was watching tv and the parents was huddled around the baby. But for me I don't know why I was by the hallway. I was watching everyone and then for some reason I had an urge to turn my head to look towards the bedroom. And when I did I saw a kid running from one bedroom to the next. I got confused and thought it was weird because all of my cousins are in the livingroom. None the less I went to invistigate, thinking maybe it was one of my cousins. But when I went to the bedroom that it last went into I didn't see anyone. I checked everywhere. Under the bed. In the closet. Under the blankets. Under the table. Everywhere. And nothing or no one was there. During the whole time I had a weird feeling like someone or something was watching me. Since being so young at the time I didn't know much and brushed everything off.

The creepiest part about the kid was that it was wearing bright colored clothes. And had very short light brown hair. The kid reminded me of chuckie from the movie "child's play". Til this day I still refer the kid to as chuckie. Lol. It's funny yet still creepy for the unexplained. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 0ms_pam0 on November 12, 2010, 07:39:22 PM
I'm just going to put what I remember. There's too many to remember and the rest seemed like normal activities since it happened so much.

My mom used to go to the arts and crafts shows. Selling her Hmong stuff to people. Anywho, we were going to redwood city. During the whole trip there nothing happened but right when we were driving through
the famous redwood forest I heard someone call out my name. It sounded loud and clear like my side window was open. (at the moment I was around 8-10) I turned and looked at the direction it came from and I saw nothing. I was going to ask my mom if she heard anything but being the chicken butt that she was I didn't want to scare her. Because if she would have heard she'd told me not to answer or ask me if I heard it myself....

This happened when I was around 11-12 yrs old. It was a pouring raining weekend. I stayed up with my mom watching tv. It was almost 12 midnight and that famous unexplained
mysteries was going to come on to showcase about spirits and whatnots. Being that I liked watching spooky stuff I wanted to stay up. But my mom for some reason wanted to go to sleep. She tried to make me go with her but I refused saying that I wanted to watch it first then go to sleep. So right when it hit exactly 12am the show came on but so did other things. (my old place used to have a long hallway)  When the show came on, I started hearing things get thrown down the hallway. Like toys, sticks, and books. I thought it was my
mom scaring me to go to sleep. So I got irritated and yelled down the hallway to my mom to stop it because I knew it was her and it's not scaring me. Knowing my mom, she's very argumentitive. But she didn't reply back, now that spooked me. I turned off the tv and ran straight toy room where I share with one of my little bros. Instead of jumping into my bed, I jumped into be with him. But then what really creeped me out was when I was running down the hallway I didn't trip on any toys, sticks, books or whatnots. The hallway was empty and clean. I should know because I was the first one to wake up and check the hallway. I didn't see anything...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 0ms_pam0 on November 12, 2010, 07:40:19 PM
Excuse my typos. I'm doing this from my iPhone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on November 15, 2010, 02:23:40 AM
applaud... O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on November 15, 2010, 12:58:56 PM
Excuse my typos. I'm doing this from my iPhone.
all that on a iphone??
i have a hard time typing a simple paragragh
your goooood O0

thanks for sharing
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on November 16, 2010, 03:07:19 AM
will u f'ing noobs stop quoting stories...i f'ing hate scrolling down only to see the same story a million times..
so fo f'ing sake stop quoting the same stories so u can post ur two cents...f'u!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Tracker on November 16, 2010, 07:19:12 AM
will u f'ing noobs stop quoting stories...i f'ing hate scrolling down only to see the same story a million times..
so fo f'ing sake stop quoting the same stories so u can post ur two cents...f'u!

I agree!!!   :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: blushers on November 16, 2010, 09:41:24 PM
My cousin used to live in california and was a big time runaway.  He did drugs, never came home, etc.  Well, he told me that one night he and his homeboys ended up in the countryside in an old abandoned house.  They partied there, smoked, and drank some.  Then they got tired and decided to sleep there for the night.  They all slept on the floor, on their back.  Now when you sleep on your back, your toes are pointing up towards the ceiling....any ways, later on during the early morning hours, the guys that were sleeping on their back felt somebody knocking on their toe of their shoes.  Knock, knock, knock.  Needless to say, they took off and never went back there again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: blushers on November 16, 2010, 09:46:32 PM
Here's another one told to me by my aunt.  Back in the mid 90's, my aunts daughter was involved in alot of beauty pageants.  After winning the one in Wisconsin, she was sent to California to compete in another competition.  Well she ended up winning the one in Cali too.  After her win, it was late at night already.  They packed up and left the pageant and headed back to their hotel, had to drive down this long winding road to get back.  It was a very foggy and rainy night and since they didn't really know where they were going, they ended up driving on a road that went by a cemetary.  Everybody else was dead tired and sleeping, but my aunt happened to look outside, and she saw a woman dressed in traditional hmong clothing with her head bowed down at the side of the road.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: blushers on November 16, 2010, 09:55:13 PM
My cousin owned a duplex and lived on one side.  He's always renting out the vacant side, but people would move in there, stay for less than 6 months, and move right back out.  We never knew why until after my brother-in-law passed away, my sister-in-law moved from the farm where they used to live into the vacant side of the duplex.  Strange things started happening.  Her daughters would see dark shadows that would stare at them and then vanish when they turned around to look.  Something would yank their blankets off in the middle of the night.  One night when my sis-in-law was sleeping, she felt this presence, it pressed its face right next to her cheek, then to the other side.  In the early morning hours, she would hear a voice talking to a big tree outside in the backyard.  One day she went to a hmong psychic to get her fortune read.  The psychic told her that she didn't live alone in her house, that there was another person living there besides her and her daughters.  And it was best if she didn't live there too long.  This person was supposed to be an old white lady who had died there.  Anyways, my sis-in-law says that if they're quiet, then usually nothing happens, but if they get loud and noisy and messy, then they start seeing the thing.  My sis-in-law's family is very messy and loud.  So my guess is that this presence likes peace and quiet and neatness.     
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: miss-hmoob on November 16, 2010, 10:07:33 PM
scary and spooky stories..i get scared reading these stories. :tongue2: :tongue2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mizsta_EZ on November 19, 2010, 06:50:36 PM
I heard these weird sounds a couple of different times when I first moved back to California, similar to what you'd hear when you see those alien UFOs in old movies.  It usually would be between 2 - 3 a.m.  One time I heard it, it was petting one of my roosters that I used to coop by my window.  I told my siblings about it & they told me stop tweaking...  I told a friend of mine that used to live down the street.  Right when I mentioned it, he knew exactly what I was talking about.  He said when he was a kid, he looked out the window & saw something hideous but he refused to mention to me what exactly that he saw.  A couple of my brother-in-laws has mentioned to me that they've seen things around our neighborhood during late nights but they won't say exactly what they saw.   :idiot2: :idiot2: :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wadupgee on November 21, 2010, 03:23:49 AM
I have told this story before and maybe in this thread while under my old screen name.

Same city of Narleans on highway 11.  That highway is known for its ghost and bad stuff happening on that stretch of highway.  On both side is woody swamp land.  My aunt came to America and her first job is doing labor for this seafood factory like cracking oyster into jars or cracking crab for meat.  Well every weekday morning, she would drive a whole bunch of her co workers to work.  It was a foggy morning around this winter time.  She drove on that highway and they all saw a tail light to a car.  It was foggy so the best way to stay on the road is to follow the lights of the car in front of you.  This tail light was taking my aunt for a joy ride for an hour.  That highway 11 is only a 15 minutes drive to the main interstate highway so my aunt knew right away that she was being lead by a ghost.  So my aunt speed up and everyone in the car was screaming at her to slow down and not to hit that tail light.  She ran right through that tail light and that is when she sees day light. 

This story is not all that unusual.  My aunt knew what to do because in Vietnam, many people have been lead by some unknown forces of nature.  Like I have said, they either take you to your deaths like water holes or up in them jungles where you get tired and lost.  Some were lucky to wake up and live to tell the tales of many tales.  Most did not and they ended up driving into a ditch or hit a tree. 

The time now is 1:30am and why am I getting goose bumps?  I need to stop now to investigate this phenomenon.  LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on November 21, 2010, 07:10:24 PM
This is one of the scariest stories I've been told. It may be different from what really happened. It goes like this:

One night a Hmong family just couldn't take it anymore. Their house was haunted and so they called the pastors from the surrounding cities/areas to come and pray for them and their house. Among the pastors was a younger and least experienced one. They prayed in all the rooms of the house. Going from room to room praying. Then as they walked down a hallway they passed a closet. As they passed the closet they heard a loud bang on the door as if someone from inside was banging or knocking on the door. They decided they'd come back to that closet in the hallway after praying in the other rooms. Finally they made their way to the closet in the hallway and started praying. The younger and least experienced pastor heard the doorknob turn and the door slowly open. As that was happening the atmosphere and smell of the area changed. It smelled like an overwhelming rotten stench. As they prayed he opened his eyes to look. What he saw was an old lady all cramped up in the top of the closet with long, black hair, and a long tongue sticking out.

That's all I remember from this story since it was told to me by someone who heard it from someone else. LOL! A hell of a scary story I'd have to say. Not as scary as when I first heard it from my friend but it seriously traumatized me from closets for a couple days. LOL!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on November 22, 2010, 12:15:57 AM
story i overheard today...

 a hmong vang elder die like a week or two ago....
he came into someone's body  and said for the kwvtij hmoob vaj to go buy a lot of shrimp(i think) because before he passed he was craving for shrimp and also told the kwvtij to eat all those shrimp within three hours. he also said that he has peb rooj plaub hais tsis tiav.
 One the relative have all it video tape, and he want's everyone to watch that video tape the whole video, and also things involve with money that a white skin color lady knows about it and he wants them to give it to his son.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on December 06, 2010, 11:16:58 AM
What happened to all the ghost stories eh? i came back to find religious talk, lol...anywho i'll share mine.

a funeral was held this weekend, a young boy died..his name was michael but i dont know him, my sister is a friend of his. so, this is what i heard from my father...if you know him or know the story that might be different from the one i've heard, please correct me  O0

Well, michael,his bro and some of his friends went out to a bar to go drink. Late into the night they were all going to head home but michael (who was their only ride) took off without the other boys.  The stranded boys walked to their aunty's house which took them approximately two hours.  Later, cops came knocking on their door to let them know that michael had just past away. He had pulled up on the opposite traffic lane and he parked his car, leaving the ignition on & he must of fell asleep. They said his car was leaking oil and it must of ran dry for the car caught on fire. He died from smoke inhalation and burns to the side of his face and hands. Later, his parents seeked out those buddahs who can looked into the cause of death, they had said that michael was taken by a ghost girl.  Prior to his death, he had went fishing and he kept hearing someone following him from behind. After that, he would always dream of that ghost and that ghost would sleep with him each night. Right before he died, the ghost told him that she will take him with her. So that night that he died, he had left all his buddies behind because it wasnt their time and he went alone. When they held his funeral, the shawmans forbid anyone who was born in the ox years to attend his funeral. They said that a ghost demon will linger at his funeral and anyone of the ox years will be taken to the afterlife also.  Anywho, those who went to the front to go see him in his open casket had a red string tied onto their wrist. My sis has asked why the red string was necessary and my grandma told her that if your soul is weak, it helps protect you and from any demons or ghost who will try to take your soul. This guy was a real nice guy, I heard he was a real hard worker and he died at such a young age. My blessings to his family and loved ones.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on December 06, 2010, 02:51:22 PM
bossymum
that is a crazy story
thanks for sharin
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on December 06, 2010, 03:20:23 PM
This may not be a ghost story but it scared me.

This morning, I woke up at 730am and I was too tired so I decided to go back to sleep for another 5mins. As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt something heavy sit on me. I woke up in my dream still sleeping in my bed and I clearly know I was dreaming. I wanted to wake up so bad because I needed to get ready for work. Plus, I'm afraid of seeing anything I wouldn't want to see in my dream. So I try to go back to sleep. I close my eyes and open my eyes again but the room was very dark so I know I was still inside the dream. I went back to sleep again and woke up again and thought I have woken up but when I walk to the bathroom, the lights won't turn on so then I realize I was still dreaming. I went back to the bedroom and saw a little boy standing by the foot of the bed looking at me. Somehow, I wasn't scare and asked the little boy to go sleep with me on the bed and he did. When we were lying in bed, the little boy laid facing me and just stare at me. I closed my eyes again and try to wake up in real life. When I woke up again, the little boy was gone and the room was still very dark so I am again still in my dream. I decided to call my bf and see if he can call my phone in real life since if I hear my phone ring, I'll wake up. When I call him, there were a lot of status and I could barely hear him. I asked him to call me and he asked why and I told him to just call my phone. As soon as I hung up the phone, my bf knocked on my door and woke me up. I was so scare! I asked him to walk with me to the bathroom so I can wash up and go to work. When I woke up, it was already 8am so I was late to work.  :(

Any of you had a dream where you know you are dreaming and were trapped inside your dream?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Special_K on December 06, 2010, 04:10:18 PM
morning - i've never had a dream inside a dream, but i bet that $hit would be so scary !! 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on December 06, 2010, 11:55:57 PM
morning - i've never had a dream inside a dream, but i bet that $hit would be so scary !! 

hey, I had a dream within a dream like a couple of times and it is freaken scary. Not like ghost scary but reality scared.  You would dream of missing out work and getting fired, but then after the whole ordeal.  You would wake up and realized it was just a dream.  The say thank gosh it was just a dream then suddenly after a few events in that dream.  You woulf finally wake up and realized it was a dream inside a dream.  Then i saw INCEPTION and realized I need to create my own dreams and get inside the second or third dream and create a room full of cheats so when i take tests i can fall asleep for like 1 minutes and in the dream would be like 1 hour or something.  Then i could look at the notes in my dream and wake up to take the test.  EASY A...haha wish..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wadupgee on December 07, 2010, 12:44:58 AM
This one is an American Ghost story. 

It has to be real because it has been told by many eye witnessed and also the media has a story about it in one of their ghost story hunting shows. 

All I know is that the street is called White in San jose.  I drove on that street before.  Story being told said that they were pulled over by a motorcycle cop, slapped with a speeding ticket but when you go and pay for your ticket, the court clerk say that such officer died on that street like years ago. 

There is also a real murder case on Marsh Road.  Bf raped and killed girl and threw her under a bridge.  Every year around Halloween, many kids in the area would drive up on that 1 narrow azz road called Marsh Road to kick it.  I been on that road 2x for a scare and we actually went to that bridge.  At a distance, you can tell that there is a barn house and at the bottom of the small azz wooden bridge is where they found her body.  A friend of mine went there one time and this road is out in the woods area and it is only big enough for 1 car at a time.  They were tail gated by a semi truck and when the driver looked back, he said she saw an orange semi truck.  The truck was trying to run them off the road so all the people in the car was scared as fawk.  When they went off road, the truck turned off its lights and it somehow vanished.  The following day, the driver of that car took a camera shot of the fender bender accident and you can clearly see an orange mark on his car.  Key question, how can that semi truck make a 3 point turn so fast? 

That marsh road place is said to be haunted by albino people who lives up there.  Since it is a popular place, people or kids often go up there to visit and this would bug them albinos.  They would chase you out of their lot at all cost. 

They even made a movie about marsh road. 

Also, the Chuck E cheese in San jose on tully and hwy 101 is said to be haunted by a little girl on the 3rd floor.  If you go there, you can only go up to the second floor.  They closed down the 3rd floor.  How did she died?  Well she got caught up in one of them toy chutes or something like that. 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cuute on December 07, 2010, 03:35:57 AM
What happened to all the ghost stories eh? i came back to find religious talk, lol...anywho i'll share mine.

a funeral was held this weekend, a young boy died..his name was michael but i dont know him, my sister is a friend of his. so, this is what i heard from my father...if you know him or know the story that might be different from the one i've heard, please correct me  O0

Well, michael,his bro and some of his friends went out to a bar to go drink. Late into the night they were all going to head home but michael (who was their only ride) took off without the other boys.  The stranded boys walked to their aunty's house which took them approximately two hours.  Later, cops came knocking on their door to let them know that michael had just past away. He had pulled up on the opposite traffic lane and he parked his car, leaving the ignition on & he must of fell asleep. They said his car was leaking oil and it must of ran dry for the car caught on fire. He died from smoke inhalation and burns to the side of his face and hands. Later, his parents seeked out those buddahs who can looked into the cause of death, they had said that michael was taken by a ghost girl.  Prior to his death, he had went fishing and he kept hearing someone following him from behind. After that, he would always dream of that ghost and that ghost would sleep with him each night. Right before he died, the ghost told him that she will take him with her. So that night that he died, he had left all his buddies behind because it wasnt their time and he went alone. When they held his funeral, the shawmans forbid anyone who was born in the ox years to attend his funeral. They said that a ghost demon will linger at his funeral and anyone of the ox years will be taken to the afterlife also.  Anywho, those who went to the front to go see him in his open casket had a red string tied onto their wrist. My sis has asked why the red string was necessary and my grandma told her that if your soul is weak, it helps protect you and from any demons or ghost who will try to take your soul. This guy was a real nice guy, I heard he was a real hard worker and he died at such a young age. My blessings to his family and loved ones.

Im just curious did this happen in Fresno?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on December 07, 2010, 11:20:08 AM
This one is an American Ghost story. 

It has to be real because it has been told by many eye witnessed and also the media has a story about it in one of their ghost story hunting shows. 

All I know is that the street is called White in San jose.  I drove on that street before.  Story being told said that they were pulled over by a motorcycle cop, slapped with a speeding ticket but when you go and pay for your ticket, the court clerk say that such officer died on that street like years ago. 
There is also a real murder case on Marsh Road.  Bf raped and killed girl and threw her under a bridge.  Every year around Halloween, many kids in the area would drive up on that 1 narrow azz road called Marsh Road to kick it.  I been on that road 2x for a scare and we actually went to that bridge.  At a distance, you can tell that there is a barn house and at the bottom of the small azz wooden bridge is where they found her body.  A friend of mine went there one time and this road is out in the woods area and it is only big enough for 1 car at a time.  They were tail gated by a semi truck and when the driver looked back, he said she saw an orange semi truck.  The truck was trying to run them off the road so all the people in the car was scared as fawk.  When they went off road, the truck turned off its lights and it somehow vanished.  The following day, the driver of that car took a camera shot of the fender bender accident and you can clearly see an orange mark on his car.  Key question, how can that semi truck make a 3 point turn so fast? 

That marsh road place is said to be haunted by albino people who lives up there.  Since it is a popular place, people or kids often go up there to visit and this would bug them albinos.  They would chase you out of their lot at all cost. 

They even made a movie about marsh road. 

Also, the Chuck E cheese in San jose on tully and hwy 101 is said to be haunted by a little girl on the 3rd floor.  If you go there, you can only go up to the second floor.  They closed down the 3rd floor.  How did she died?  Well she got caught up in one of them toy chutes or something like that. 


sounds like friant road in fresno by lost lake also like auberry rd/ copper rd the backside of table mountain coming back towards fresno
there has been many cases like this already here in flesno
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on December 08, 2010, 11:14:36 AM
Im just curious did this happen in Fresno?
yessir it did, but his funeral was held in merced..do you know him? i was watching his slide show clip online and it was really sad how young he was...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on December 08, 2010, 11:33:26 AM
                                      :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on December 08, 2010, 11:36:40 AM
i have a similar story to Wadupgee's story:::::


a similar story in merced also...lots of ppl likes to go to UFO during summer, mainly at night to just go see the view and kick back and relax.. they say that there is a ghost cop who will pull you over and give you a ticket but when you go pay for it, they will tell you that the cop has been dead for many many years..happend ed to a friend of my friend. So, wen ppls go up ther, they go rolling hella cars deep ..i also heard UFO is haunted. My bro’s friend had ghost encounters up there but he wouldn’t go into detail with me. A friend of mine went up to UFO one late summer night with all of his buddies. They took like four cars packed with people. They were all having fun, blasting music loudly and dancing in the moonlight. He had said, this particular night, the moon shined brightly. Where they parked, the hill just above them are old graves. As, he was watching all his buddies having fun, he felt a tiny pebble strike one of his legs. He ignored it. Then, another one flew and hit his leg again. He shook it off. The third time it happened, he turned around and asked one of his nearby buddy if he was ducking around with him and trying to scare him. His friend told him that he wasn’t doing anything and that he wasn’t lying. Prior to this, he had taken a walk to go take a leak when he kept hearing rustlings in the bushes & branches on the hill above them but he returned to the group not telling them anything because he didn’t want to scare them. Now, with the pebble throwing incident, he totally freaked out. He went one of the other buddy who was also one of the drivers, & told him to shut off the music and it’s time to go home. His buddy didn’t understand why he wanted to leave and he kept telling him to stay, but then he got real serious and said “it’s time to go†and when his friend asked “why?†he took two of his fingers pulling down his eyes like this>>>  :confused4: to indicate the meaning of “GHOST.†That’s when everyone freaked and took off back home. Also, before all this, two of his other buddies were taking a walk and they also heard rustlings up in the hills above them. Another thing he had said, the reason why he wanted to shut off the music was because it's like an invitation for ghosts to come dance with you and what not. esp. with the moon shining so brighttly, imagine seeing someone that you're not suppose to see within the crowd! creepy!.that part creeped me out..I went there once, but nothing strange happened.
Anyone with stories like this, please share!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on December 08, 2010, 12:06:41 PM
morning - i've never had a dream inside a dream, but i bet that $hit would be so scary !! 

It was scary. It's like those dreams in Freddy Krueger where you know you are dreaming and desperately want to wake up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on December 08, 2010, 02:03:10 PM
i have a similar story to Wadupgee's story:::::


a similar story in merced also...lots of ppl likes to go to UFO ....

What is that? UFO as in Unidentify Flying Object or is an acronym for a place?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: monster on December 09, 2010, 07:39:37 AM
@bossymum....can you share the link please

yessir it did, but his funeral was held in merced..do you know him? i was watching his slide show clip online and it was really sad how young he was...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on December 10, 2010, 12:03:08 PM
@Monster: i'll have to find it..because it's on my sis FB..

@Hunnaydew: yeh he passed away during Thanksgiving Break

@Gawmp: NO, we call it UFO because when you drive ther, it's a uphill area...so wen you get ther, you just park your car on the side road..it's just a top hill with a road that encircles it..so you'll be goin in the same circle. Wen you're on this site seeing hill, you overlook the whole town. The top of the hill represent the top of a spaceship..and the city lights represent the lights from an alien UFO..you knw wat im saying? lol..but yeh..we call it UFO for the representation of looking somewhat like an actual alien UFO.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on December 10, 2010, 01:49:48 PM
UFO in fresno? Next to that big casino out in the boonie rite? i been there twice, scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on December 10, 2010, 02:44:47 PM
UFO in fresno? Next to that big casino out in the boonie rite? i been there twice, scary!


you're scare of that place...weak!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on December 10, 2010, 04:51:03 PM
you're scare of that place...weak!

of course from all the stories I heard about that place, plus it hecka dark up there too!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: toumuas on December 12, 2010, 09:31:03 PM
There was this one night when all my family members were in their bedrooms doing their own things.  It was already late and I was getting ready to go to sleep when there was a loud splat that sounded like it came from the master's bathroom.  I thought someone might of drop the shampoo bottle in the bathtub while taking a shower and thought nothing more.  I was more concerned when my brother came into my bedroom and asked me if I heard the noise.  I told him that someone probably dropped the shampoo bottle in the master's bedroom.  I gave him a confused look when he told me everyone heard it coming from the kitchen, which was just right outside my bedroom door.  I wanted to proof him wrong and checked out the master's bathroom.  The bathtub was dried and no one was in the master's bedroom.  My parents had been out for the night which I had totally forgot about it.  Together, all my brothers and sisters went to check the kitchen, but everything was normal.  Nothing on the floor.  And we all heard it coming from different sections of the house, and the loud splat came FROM inside the house!  Now, just remembering that noise, it sounded like a huge piece of meat falling from a distant height and splatting on the tile floor.  No one wanted to sleep in their own rooms that night!  Oh yeah, one thing, my parents' rental home was build on the same lot where a house burned down.  We would find some spoons and forks out in the backyard while helping my parents till the ground.

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Another one, same house, one night my wife and I were getting ready to go to sleep.  My baby brother wanted to sleep with us that night, so my wife and him were still up.  I was trying to go sleep but they were talking and playing games.  All of a sudden, my baby brother stopped and was staring out the window.  I heard my wife asked him, "what's wrong?"  Silent.  Then I heard him said,"the eye."*  My eyes popped open wide and I held my breath for the longest time.  Then my wife asked me,"hun, did you hear what your brother said?"  I didn't answered as I was scared stiff, and then all of a sudden, I jumped out of bed and bolted for the door.  I ran outside to the living room where half my family members were still up and watching tv.  My wife and my brother came in after me and my brother was all scared.  You can tell it from his face!  After awhile, when we finally got over it alittle bit, we went to sleep, but my baby brother didn't slept with us that night.

*The Eye, the Thai horror movie.  I don't know how and why my baby brother saw the movie.  It was not a good movie for him.
He must of saw IT from the side of the window for the blinds didn't quite reach the whole width of the window and left a half inch of gap on each side of the window.

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I got more personal and first hand stories, but I will share it later.  thanks for reading my stories!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on December 12, 2010, 09:42:59 PM
There was this one night when all my family members were in their bedrooms doing their own things.  It was already late and I was getting ready to go to sleep when there was a loud splat that sounded like it came from the master's bathroom.  I thought someone might of drop the shampoo bottle in the bathtub while taking a shower and thought nothing more.  I was more concerned when my brother came into my bedroom and asked me if I heard the noise.  I told him that someone probably dropped the shampoo bottle in the master's bedroom.  I gave him a confused look when he told me everyone heard it coming from the kitchen, which was just right outside my bedroom door.  I wanted to proof him wrong and checked out the master's bathroom.  The bathtub was dried and no one was in the master's bedroom.  My parents had been out for the night which I had totally forgot about it.  Together, all my brothers and sisters went to check the kitchen, but everything was normal.  Nothing on the floor.  And we all heard it coming from different sections of the house, and the loud splat came FROM inside the house!  Now, just remembering that noise, it sounded like a huge piece of meat falling from a distant height and splatting on the tile floor.  No one wanted to sleep in their own rooms that night!  Oh yeah, one thing, my parents' rental home was build on the same lot where a house burned down.  We would find some spoons and forks out in the backyard while helping my parents till the ground.

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Another one, same house, one night my wife and I were getting ready to go to sleep.  My baby brother wanted to sleep with us that night, so my wife and him were still up.  I was trying to go sleep but they were talking and playing games.  All of a sudden, my baby brother stopped and was staring out the window.  I heard my wife asked him, "what's wrong?"  Silent.  Then I heard him said,"the eye."*  My eyes popped open wide and I held my breath for the longest time.  Then my wife asked me,"hun, did you hear what your brother said?"  I didn't answered as I was scared stiff, and then all of a sudden, I jumped out of bed and bolted for the door.  I ran outside to the living room where half my family members were still up and watching tv.  My wife and my brother came in after me and my brother was all scared.  You can tell it from his face!  After awhile, when we finally got over it alittle bit, we went to sleep, but my baby brother didn't slept with us that night.

*The Eye, the Thai horror movie.  I don't know how and why my baby brother saw the movie.  It was not a good movie for him.
He must of saw IT from the side of the window for the blinds didn't quite reach the whole width of the window and left a half inch of gap on each side of the window.

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I got more personal and first hand stories, but I will share it later.  thanks for reading my stories!

hahaha! i dont remember this night at all.. i think i must of moved out for school that year.. dont recall hearing that night..
but i recall the night where BooBoo saw that pair of "eyes" outside ur window..

that night was weird because before BooBoo saw those pair of eyes.. dad did something.. i think dad burnt some incense cause something happened earlier.. cause i remember after dad burnt those incenses we heard you your wife nd BooBoo screaming nd running out of ur room..

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on December 12, 2010, 10:01:45 PM
this happened to me right after i moved back into my parents after done with college(summer of 2007).. it was late at night.. btw i slept in the living room ever since i moved back. anyways it was past midnight, just about to go to sleep when i heard an old lady calling my name.. first time it wasnt clear.. i didnt think much of it.. shrugged it off nd was on my way to sleep again.. then a couple mins passed by i heard that same voice calling my name again i turned to the kitchen to look nd saw no one.. so i told myself probably my mom was calling me.. so i waited to see if she will walk down the hallway nd turn the lights on.. (btw the the long hallway is in between the livingroom, to the left, nd kitchen to the right), a min passed by didnt see my mom.. then i heard the voice calling my name very LOUD & CLEAR two times.. nd it was calling my name from the kitchen.. so i got a little curious nd wanna check it out myself.. got up nd turn the lights on in the kitchen room saw no one.. then i turn the lights on in the hallway nd check all the doors, they were all shut closed nd my parents door was locked.. i shrugged it off.. didnt think of it much.. went to sleep nd the next morning i told my mom about this.. she told me that it could be the ppl that used to live in the house that burnt down.. cause she had her own experiences with these "ppl" that was killed in the house fire..

creepy thing.. the ppl that died in that house fire was two males i believe.. but an old lady's voice calling my name.. that freaks me OUT!!
i got more to come but ill share it later..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on December 12, 2010, 10:04:01 PM
UFO in fresno? Next to that big casino out in the boonie rite? i been there twice, scary!

where is this place at anyways?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on December 12, 2010, 11:06:33 PM
i couldn't help but notice.. you spell "and" like "nd" 
nd whats wrong with that.. haha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 03:58:02 PM
Okay thread is slowing down, lets try to get it up again!

My grandma and grandpa used to live in two separate places because they couldn't get along (my g-pa is a pimp and goes to casino a lot). This happened when I was still in 4th or 5th grade. We used to visit them in Tulare a lot in the summer. It was my Uncle who told me this story. My grandma is a devout christian, her and my aunties, who are just a little older than me, lived in a house which was fine but my g-pa lived in an apartment about a block away.

My Uncle was telling me (he was in 8th grade at the time) that he was at my g-pa's place upstairs talking on the phone and watching TV. All of a sudden the power goes out and the phone too. So he goes downstairs to check it out and all of a sudden the boombox starts playing by itself, it sounded like a woman talking in a sad voice on a staticy radio station. He was like "wait but the power's out," so he went to check, the boombox wasn't plugged in!

Haha so he booked it outta there, I'm laughing cuz he told me he ran so fast he only had one sandle on (it's funny when he was tellin me in hmong). He came back with his sisters and there was a dead cat at the foot of the doorstep. They told me a black lady had committed suicide there and thats why the rent was so cheap. The aunties told me they here someone walking around and turning on and off the lights at night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 04:19:59 PM
One about me, well sort of. See I'm kind of a siab loj (big heart) kind of person. I don't notice a lot of the things that you guys do, or think I notice those things. When something happens when it's not suppose to, I have kind of a security guard/big brother type attitude and like to assess the situation and provide security. It's because I'm both a big brother and semi-security guard at my work where we're out patroling empty parking lots at night on foot.

The reason I say this is because you should understand my mindset when I tell you my own personal experiences and the reason I didn't get scared at the time, but to others, maybe yourself, it proves supernatural experiences.

The first is when I was young, my brother and I shared the same room. We had beds next to each other, mine was along the wall and his was more in the middle with a path in between our beds. The alarm clock was between our beds on a little stand. It was the type that was both a CD player and radio and clock built in. My brother told me recently that the reason why he needs absolute quiet when sleeping was because when we were kids, he used to hear the buttons on the radio being pressed. This kept him up all the time, but he never said anything about it. (I also heard the clicks of the radio but I never thought about supernatural stuff).

The second story, I was at my part time job while in high school at Rite Aid. We had this super strict, bi-polar, angry, perverted, manager who used to ALWAYS put me on closing (because they need at least one guy to close for safety purposes). At the end of the day, the other two workers took out the money drawers to the back, while I cleaned up around the ice cream place and cleaned the aisles. That night I was wiping down the front of the store when I heard, what sounded like a man's voice shout like "ooLLAAAA!!!!" INSIDE the closed store. I got goosebumps and was like WTF! we're closed did we miss somebody? I walked the whole store and saw nobody! I told the supervisor and she told me that about 8 years back we had a pharmacist pass away who worked at the store. She said for two years afterwards when you close the store, weird stuff happened all the time. She said that one night she was cleaning up the toy aisle and ALL the toys turned on. The windup toys, the dolls that make noises, everything. She said outloud "Fred you're scaring me, stop it!" and the toys went back to normal.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 04:27:15 PM
My gf's cousin who lives up in Oregon told me this story.

She was sleeping in the living room one night. She has this habit where she keeps the TV on and plays the movie Shrek all night. When it stops, she automatically wakes up and restarts the movie. Well she said it was like 5am when Shrek stopped playing again and she woke up but this time since it was already almost sun up she just turned off the tv. She went to the couch and put the blankets over her head but she heard the closet door open slowly. Then she heard two people talking saying "do you think she's asleep now? go check" and one of the figures came out and stood over her waving it's hand. (She could only see their shapes through the blanket) Then she heard the one still in the closet say "let's go" and they both went over to the front door, opened it, and left. Her brother works at the airport at 3am, and when he came home for lunch she asked him if he locked the door. He says he always locks the door, well that morning she found the door unlocked after the things left. The other thing is, she said because it was near new years (last year) their mom had pulled out a lot of old hmong clothes from the closet and left a lot of the plastic bags lying around. She said she didn't hear anyone "step" on the plastic bags at all.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on December 15, 2010, 04:36:00 PM
My gf's cousin who lives up in Oregon told me this story.

She was sleeping in the living room one night. She has this habit where she keeps the TV on and plays the movie Shrek all night. When it stops, she automatically wakes up and restarts the movie. Well she said it was like 5am when Shrek stopped playing again and she woke up but this time since it was already almost sun up she just turned off the tv. She went to the couch and put the blankets over her head but she heard the closet door open slowly. Then she heard two people talking saying "do you think she's asleep now? go check" and one of the figures came out and stood over her waving it's hand. (She could only see their shapes through the blanket) Then she heard the one still in the closet say "let's go" and they both went over to the front door, opened it, and left. Her brother works at the airport at 3am, and when he came home for lunch she asked him if he locked the door. He says he always locks the door, well that morning she found the door unlocked after the things left. The other thing is, she said because it was near new years (last year) their mom had pulled out a lot of old hmong clothes from the closet and left a lot of the plastic bags lying around. She said she didn't hear anyone "step" on the plastic bags at all.

That's scary! I do that too. I would usually have my laptop next to me and leave on a movie while I fall asleep. I do it because I'm scare to sleep alone so I need some distraction before I fall asleep. I've never heard or seen anything unusual though. I only do it cuz I'm scare.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 04:37:29 PM
My cousin/best friend who now lives away told me about seeing those ghosts or ladies on the side of the road. He said the first time he saw one the family was headed to Fresno. If you guys know the 101 freeway going north from LA, after passing Santa Barbara there's really no more big cities. There comes to a place where the 101 goes inland from the ocean and you have to go through a small tunnel to get through the mountains. He said right before the tunnel, on the center divider area, he saw a lady wearing red with no face. He saw it really quickly then his grandma shoved his face down and told him not to look at it.

The next time he saw one, also going to Fresno, just passed Lemoore. You know the area just south of the city where there's a lot of orchards? He said he was looking behind the car and saw a lady in white walk across the freeway and no cars saw her or hit her. She walked into the orchards until he couldn't see her again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 04:47:38 PM
My aunt's in-law brother and sisters have a kind of weird situation. See their mom (my aunt's MIL) is a very powerful shaman who is blessed with some great gifts/powers but at the cost she draws a lot of spiritual energy. The situation though is this, although she has tried to become Christian, AND accepts the teachings of Jesus and loves God, there are somethings that can't be gotten rid of. The best part though is that she is a super strong woman who is not afraid of anything (I think she's seen and beaten/sealed away a lot of the things we're afraid of).

But her kids aren't so brave  ;D

They told me about one of their houses out my a cemetary in Fresno. The house itself is not that bad, but it's one particular room that everyone has bad vibes in. My aunt got sat on a couple times in that room. One of my uncles asleep on the bed, saw an old lady come into the room and go into the closet. BUT, the scariest one is the youngest of the kids who is now joining the marines (everyone grows up fast huh?) He told me they were playing hide and go seek. He didn't even make it to the room. The door was kind of open, and he felt something from the room. He looked in and 5 feet from him was a lady in white brushing her long black hair, then she turned to look at him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 05:05:25 PM
I have a white friend who played football with me in highschool. We were in class at the beginning of this last semester when he told me about the theatre he works in. He lives in a small town about 45 minute commute from the college. The theater is one of the oldest buildings in the town, it used to be one for plays and stuff but is now one for movies. He says they've heard and seen a lot of things that's scared even him (he's a 300lb white guy, mostly muscle).

He said one night he was working and an old man came in to watch a movie, they told him which theater it was in and he went in there. Because it's an old theater the front entrance is the only entrance/exit, so when they didn't see him come out they went in to look and found no one. When they asked some of the other teenagers who were still standing around, they said they remember seeing him come in and sit near the back but they didn't pay attention as to when disappeared. His buddy, one of the night crew who cleans up the place, was recently fired because he was too superstitious. He would leave trails of salt at the doorways to make a barrier so that ghosts don't come into the same room as him when he's cleaning. (I wonder, what if the ghost was already in the room  ;) ) But seriously though, he reported to the managers that some night, he would see a face outside the theater glass doors scream at him as he walked by. Him and my buddy have been in the little rooms behind the theater where the projectors are and seen stuff move or fly off the shelves. They also hear people talking in empty theaters.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 05:21:22 PM
Okay one more I think... I'm kind of drawing a blank now.

I have an Uncle who went swimming at a lake up in Fresno area (they told me the name but I forgot it). The lake was very green colored and pretty murky. He was swimming and said he felt something grab his foot and pull hard. He started yelling out, and a lot of the other people got scared and got out fast. He still couldn't move that foot so he couldn't swim and now he was fearing for his life. Finally, one of the older uncles gets a big branch and holds it out to him. He grabs on good, and the other uncle pulls, but the uncle feels something PULL BACK!!! It takes like 3 or 4 people to finally get my uncle out and they said when he did get free, it was like nothing was holding him at all. They took him back and had to call his spirit at the place.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2010, 06:12:11 PM
Oh and a last funny one so you guys aren't too scared. Last new years my little cousin went over to my g-pa's new place. He was alone babysitting a bunch of the kids when she said, "grandpa, grandpa, i not scared anymore, the moshter not at my house, the moshter at your house now." He freaked out (my g-pa is a wuss lol), he called the women to come back and even called us as we were on our way there.

oh and when we got there I told her that the next time she says that she needs to go "muahahaha!"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on December 15, 2010, 07:21:09 PM
Okay one more I think... I'm kind of drawing a blank now.

I have an Uncle who went swimming at a lake up in Fresno area (they told me the name but I forgot it). The lake was very green colored and pretty murky. He was swimming and said he felt something grab his foot and pull hard. He started yelling out, and a lot of the other people got scared and got out fast. He still couldn't move that foot so he couldn't swim and now he was fearing for his life. Finally, one of the older uncles gets a big branch and holds it out to him. He grabs on good, and the other uncle pulls, but the uncle feels something PULL BACK!!! It takes like 3 or 4 people to finally get my uncle out and they said when he did get free, it was like nothing was holding him at all. They took him back and had to call his spirit at the place.


Why would anyone go swim in a green colored lake. Freaky!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 16, 2010, 12:19:45 AM
Oh and a last funny one so you guys aren't too scared. Last new years my little cousin went over to my g-pa's new place. He was alone babysitting a bunch of the kids when she said, "grandpa, grandpa, i not scared anymore, the moshter not at my house, the moshter at your house now." He freaked out (my g-pa is a wuss lol), he called the women to come back and even called us as we were on our way there.

oh and when we got there I told her that the next time she says that she needs to go "muahahaha!"

Avocado lake? that is the only lake in Fresno that i know of where people swim and the only dark/ green lake around. yea that place is haunted.

Back in the 90s one of my little cousin drowned there. See this was when the lake was still a hot spot for Hmong families because it wasn't so haunted yet, but now hmong folks dont go there anymore and it's full of mexicans. Anyways his family went for a picnic that summer day and everyone was swimming. Well it was very fun splashing in the summer so the og's got distracted and didnt really watch the kids. Well when they decided to get out, they didnt see their son anywhere so they ran around the whole park calling his name and all for about half an hour before they decided to notify the lake people of a possible drowning. The swim team full of divers and guys on jet skiis searched the whole lake but not a single hint of the boy. I mean this went on for the whole day and not a single find. At sunset they finally found the body washed up on a rock. his body was bloated from gulping water and there were two fang marks on his neck. Since he drowned, his body was stinking and rotting at the funeral so they had to close the casket. Everyone was scared and went home because his eyes were bulging out, rotten and he stinked. My parents felt bad and helped comfort them by staying the night. I mean everyone was gone except about 2 families and my parents. Well my mom happened to pass by his coffin when one of the family members opened it. My mom saw his eyes bulging out and it scared the shit out of her. she came home and had nightmares about seeing those bulging rotten eyes so they had to jingle bell for my mom.

He was also my blood cousin's best friend in elementary. My cousin had a dream that week that he woke up from his coffin and went crying to his mom. He got freaked out and told his sister about it the next day. She didnt believe him but that night, she had the exact same dream. She went to tell her older sis the next day and she didnt believe her, so that night the older sister had the exact same dream lol.

Well his family members kept having dreams about him, showing them how he died. In the dreams he would show them that he got pulled under water by a hand. And then some hmong people took his body and replaced it with a log.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on December 17, 2010, 11:35:09 AM
Chingy - OG's did say that when a drowned person is recovered and if there are fang-like markes on the neck area, it is because of "zaj". the reason for him being bloated and having the decying smell is because it is not his body. As you've stated that the boy came into his families dreams and showed how he died and his body was replaced. OG's do also say that when a drowned person's body has been replaced, it decays a lot faster than normal.

there was a story that was told by some OG on those conference calls. He was telling about when back in Laos he and and this other hmong kid along with three laotion kid went down a cave-like hole. They went down so far that they can't see light and they can't get up anymore due to the steepness of the hole. i can't recall much of what he says, but he did say that the reason why he and this other hmong kid was alive is because they knew that when there's a hole with wind blosing out if it deep in another hole, it must mean that there's "zaj". The three laotion kids died because they went into that hole and never came back out. After the Hmong kids were found and rescued, the parents of the three laotion kids asked where their kids are the hmong kids told them what happened and where the kids went.

After hearing this, the laotion parents went and got a powerful monk and the monk was able to vibes and communicate with the dragon. The dragon told the monk that it wasn't the dragon's fault as the 3 kids went to the dragon on their own and the dragon was minding its own business, but food came along by itself and that's why he took the foods (translation from hmong to english).

The monk wants to know what the dragon did to the body and the dragon said he can show them, but when they see it they can't do anything to the bodies or the dragon. The monk asked the parents and they all agreed and dealed. The dragon todl them that there is a small pond like lake on this one guy's rice patty field and that is where the 3 boys were. Weirdly enough, the guy that owns the rice patty never ran out of water from this pond-like lake. he always had plenty of water even during the drought years.

they went to the location the dragon pointed out and drained the pond. At the bottom of the pond were the bodies of the 3 boys. They looked like they've just fell asleep like nothing had happened, but once the parents pulled the kids out and a couple of minutes later, the bdy starts to decay rapidly and the facial expressions on the 3 boys starts to show.

So....what you'ev said about the bloating boy runs pretty much the same as this story that was told....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on December 17, 2010, 03:09:12 PM
im not sure if i remember chingy's story but that lake is creepy and haunted

here in fresno mexicans drown all the time at this one place called skaggs bridge never been there but im pretty sure there is stories of that area too
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on December 17, 2010, 03:39:09 PM
My gf's cousin who lives up in Oregon told me this story.

She was sleeping in the living room one night. She has this habit where she keeps the TV on and plays the movie Shrek all night. When it stops, she automatically wakes up and restarts the movie. Well she said it was like 5am when Shrek stopped playing again and she woke up but this time since it was already almost sun up she just turned off the tv. She went to the couch and put the blankets over her head but she heard the closet door open slowly. Then she heard two people talking saying "do you think she's asleep now? go check" and one of the figures came out and stood over her waving it's hand. (She could only see their shapes through the blanket) Then she heard the one still in the closet say "let's go" and they both went over to the front door, opened it, and left. Her brother works at the airport at 3am, and when he came home for lunch she asked him if he locked the door. He says he always locks the door, well that morning she found the door unlocked after the things left. The other thing is, she said because it was near new years (last year) their mom had pulled out a lot of old hmong clothes from the closet and left a lot of the plastic bags lying around. She said she didn't hear anyone "step" on the plastic bags at all.

ahhh this one is creepy!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on December 17, 2010, 06:58:30 PM
ok, i'm not sure if i am doing this right. i'm new around ph. I would like to share a story of my own.... its not a ghost story, its more of alien. oh and to those who can't stand reading other peoples story because of grammar or what so ever, you can skip this story.

This happen when i was about 10-11 yrs old in marysville, ca. I went to my friends house ( which is about 4 house down) and we were playing house making mud pie and all.... well as we were gathering up dirt and making a hill out of it so we can make our mud pie, i saw a ring. Now that ring is those kind of ring that old folks wear for good luck, it has a brown stone on top. I put the ring in my pocket and told my friend I have to go home cus its getting dark. So when I got home I went to the back yard and hide the ring and then I put a rock on top of it to mark the spot. The place where i hid the ring is right below our bedroom window. Our sleeping arrangement have our head facing the wall to the back yard. That night, which is the first night (dont remember what time it is) I woke up to a scratch from outside on the wall above the area where I have hidden the ring. I felt sick to my tummy for some reason and threw up, then after that i just went back to sleep. Second night, same thing happen, i woke up to another scracth on the wall and again I threw up. Third night, instead of scratches on wall i woke up to a loud noise (like someone starting a old car) and peek outside. when i first peek out, I saw a huge blue light flashing around our back yard like its looking for something. Then all suddenly the light went out and an ufo (unidentifie flying object) with lights going around the object start flying up higher and higher to the dark night sky.  Morning come and I went to go check the ring to make sure its still at the same place after three day. To my surprise someone have move the rock that I placed to mark the spot. I dig holes all around that area but the ring is no where to be found. years later, my dad and brother took down the chicken coop because we are moving else where and under the chicken coop is where i saw the same ring.


my theory to all this is those charm ring that old folks wear, really is something.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shesaid on December 18, 2010, 07:47:22 PM
bossymum- omg I know who you're talking about! Michael's mom is my uncle's sister. His parents live in Merced, but he lived with his uncle and grandma in Fresno. I was at my aunt n uncle's house on Thanksgiving morning cooking my mom's turkey when my uncle got the call from his sister. My aunt did mention something  about him dying bc of a girl, but we understood it as a human girl. I will have to share this story with my cousins...they'll be very shock n sad.

Do you have a link to the slideshow? I'd like to show it to them as well. I know Michael's oldest sister, his aunt, and the uncle he was staying with bc they were sent to live here for a few years, but have never met the other siblings. Two of my cousins got to go to Cali 2 yrs ago when their paternal grandfather passed away and finally got to meet their
relatives from their dad's side of the family. They also said Michael was a good kid.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on December 23, 2010, 05:46:30 AM
anybody heard of "PEE POB"?  for those who are born in loas or thailand should know? or PHI KRASEU

i'll tell a story when someone can answer what is it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on December 23, 2010, 12:30:22 PM
anybody heard of "PEE POB"?  for those who are born in loas or thailand should know? or PHI KRASEU

i'll tell a story when someone can answer what is it?

Tell us the story already...we don't know what is it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on December 23, 2010, 04:20:14 PM
k true story about the Pee Kraseu(the fly head with not body)
Pee kraseu is true and still known in thai and laos, people today says it's just a hoax and there's nothing like that in america,

this story actually happens in america, in a city i don't know , but people around that area was known to die unexpectedly.. so the police decided to do an investigation to see what is wrong. So one night a police was patrolling that area which the people was dying unexpectedly. He actually saw something glowing and floating around the area..so he followed it around..so as when he got closer to it..It was a floating head with glowing heart or internal organs with no body..the cop actually got scared and took off, right there at the moment there was an old loas guy that lived in that neighborhood saw it too the same night. He knew it was a Pee kraseu. He never thought that a Pee kraseu will only exist in Loas and Thailand but actually made it to the american land too.  So the next moring the Laos guy called some Monk or a person that knows how to get rid of these "Pee kraseu" to come capture it...they waited until night time because that's when it comes out to feed...As night falls..it came out again to feed on people which Pee kraseu eat the people internal organs inside out....so the monks or that person decided to go outside and chase it..they or that person was chanting something while was facing the pee kraseu and then captured it....and they said it was a cambodian lady that was doing all those things that people unexpectedly die around that neighborhood.. .from that on there wasn't any unexpected death going on in that neighbor...




info on a Pee Kraseu

This is a hostile and much-feared ghost that usually appears by day as a normal-looking woman or occasionally a man. The only way to tell a Pee Kraseu by day is to look into their eyes, they have no cornea. Consequently a Pee Kraseu will avoid your gaze. Be careful about mistaking shy people for ghosts though.
At night things take a turn for the worse and the Pee Pob sheds it's human form, or most of it anyway. They appear as only the disembodied head and dangling entrails of the host. Where a human heart would be there is a flashing light. They have voracious appetites and disturbing eating habits consuming faeces, refuse and placentas like their close relative the Pee Krahang. They transfer between hosts by saliva so be very choosy about who you get friendly with in Thailand.




Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on December 23, 2010, 04:46:20 PM
Pee Pob

this is also another demon spirit that is also known to be very scary and bad..

same thing with the pee kraseu, people still think at this day of age in america these things wouldn't exist but it still is..

this a story from another user member from a another forum site that talks about Pee Pob..

There are "pee pob" everywhere including US. I witnessed "pee pob" went into someone during my visit to US several years ago. It was very scary! The paramedic came and they don't even know what to do. They did there routine, but they can't stop her from going crazy. They shock her and everything, but nothing work. Someone in the family call her relative because they were so scare and they didn't want to lose their mom. This man came right away and he knows "ga-ta" to get "pee pob" out (paramedic was shock). So, they asked that man to go into the ambulance with them, in case it happens again. I remember that "ga-ta" man asked "pee pob" why are you here and what do you want? Paramedic took her to the hospital to get tested, but all tests are good. Usually "pee pob" like to possess sick people or people feeling sick (kao kon on), especially babies. That's why when babies cried at night you want to say "ga-ta" or take to elders that know "ga-ta". Some people raise "pee pob" and they command them(pee pob is usually pass down from generation to generation because someone great great great grandparents promise to take care of it in return for favor; however, if the current generation don't take care of it, then "pee pob" would kill them). If they don't raise or treat it right it will go into other people. The only way for pee pob to go away from that possessed person is you either need a monk or a person that know "ga-ta" (buddhist chant or magic). You guys ever heard of "Mae Dee Nung?" That is the lady that raise or take care of "pee pob." "Mae Dee Nung" knows how to handle "pee pob." I am pretty sure some of you guys might have attended the ceremony put on by "mae dee nung." If you ever see a big rock in someone's bath tub. Don't touch it. I don't know why you guys want to talk about "pee pob" because it is not good to talk about it.


here's also a movie that they did about the pee pob...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7AOxVSg4GY
 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7AOxVSg4GY)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on December 23, 2010, 05:37:02 PM
you can watch that lady w/ the head and internal organs on youtube.

it's the first monster on the clip.

<embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEThuaKLvzo</embed></object>
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on December 24, 2010, 02:30:25 AM
will u f'ing noobs stop quoting stories...i f'ing hate scrolling down only to see the same story a million times..
so fo f'ing sake stop quoting the same stories so u can post ur two cents...f'u!

I notice that too. I'm guessing 1/3 of this thread is like that. Sometimes I get bored reading these. I'll visit rarely this thread now. Not that much anymore as I used to.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on December 26, 2010, 02:27:40 AM
hell did i wanna read what the hell yuknowthat wrote....there is a spell check somewhere...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on December 26, 2010, 10:52:33 PM
It doesn't matter how much this thread repeat itself, it's a history thread, supposed to. Quit you whining . . . suck it up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on December 28, 2010, 09:30:00 AM
k true story about the Pee Kraseu(the fly head with not body)
Pee kraseu is true and still known in thai and laos, people today says it's just a hoax and there's nothing like that in america,

this story actually happens in america, in a city i don't know , but people around that area was known to die unexpectedly.. so the police decided to do an investigation to see what is wrong. So one night a police was patrolling that area which the people was dying unexpectedly. He actually saw something glowing and floating around the area..so he followed it around..so as when he got closer to it..It was a floating head with glowing heart or internal organs with no body..the cop actually got scared and took off, right there at the moment there was an old loas guy that lived in that neighborhood saw it too the same night. He knew it was a Pee kraseu. He never thought that a Pee kraseu will only exist in Loas and Thailand but actually made it to the american land too.  So the next moring the Laos guy called some Monk or a person that knows how to get rid of these "Pee kraseu" to come capture it...they waited until night time because that's when it comes out to feed...As night falls..it came out again to feed on people which Pee kraseu eat the people internal organs inside out....so the monks or that person decided to go outside and chase it..they or that person was chanting something while was facing the pee kraseu and then captured it....and they said it was a cambodian lady that was doing all those things that people unexpectedly die around that neighborhood.. .from that on there wasn't any unexpected death going on in that neighbor...




info on a Pee Kraseu

This is a hostile and much-feared ghost that usually appears by day as a normal-looking woman or occasionally a man. The only way to tell a Pee Kraseu by day is to look into their eyes, they have no cornea. Consequently a Pee Kraseu will avoid your gaze. Be careful about mistaking shy people for ghosts though.
At night things take a turn for the worse and the Pee Pob sheds it's human form, or most of it anyway. They appear as only the disembodied head and dangling entrails of the host. Where a human heart would be there is a flashing light. They have voracious appetites and disturbing eating habits consuming faeces, refuse and placentas like their close relative the Pee Krahang. They transfer between hosts by saliva so be very choosy about who you get friendly with in Thailand.






When I was still in Cali, my Cambodian friends would always talk about this Pee Pob. They said San Diego is notorious for these things.  :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Images on December 28, 2010, 12:57:37 PM
When I was still in Cali, my Cambodian friends would always talk about this Pee Pob. They said San Diego is notorious for these things.  :idiot2:

WTF?! they're real?!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on December 28, 2010, 02:31:40 PM
When I was still in Cali, my Cambodian friends would always talk about this Pee Pob. They said San Diego is notorious for these things.  :idiot2:
yes san diego is notorious for these things..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on December 28, 2010, 09:38:31 PM
thanks 1txojsia for sharing that clip....it was super funnie...i still can't stop laughing...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on December 29, 2010, 04:56:04 AM
It doesn't matter how much this thread repeat itself, it's a history thread, supposed to. Quit you whining . . . suck it up.
um...stfu...it's suppose to be a thread on stories..
don't need all the posted stories quoted 23034803289 times so u may ask/put ur two cents...
it keeps the thread clean so those who may wanna veiw don't need to c the 03949040234839 84 stories over again...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on December 29, 2010, 11:24:37 AM
can u people just share stories and leave it at that? keep all the personal attacks in PM or something. kthanks!


anyway, i have one to share. this was told to me from my friend.


my friend and her family used to live in this house in mpls. at the time, she had some cousins living with them. they had a bunch of kids that like to go into her room to use her computer. the kids know that when she's sleeping, they can't bother her. well, one night as she was laying in her bed ready to go sleep, her bedroom door opens. one of her little kid cousins peeked in and saw that she was sleeping so he closed the door. just as she was drifting off to sleep, she quickly opened her eyes and saw some meeka people in her room. the way they dressed was probably 1800 european style. anyway, they were standing maybe 10 or so feet away from her. as she was looking at them, she noticed a little meeka boy standing with them. the moment she saw him, he saw her. at first he was at the foot of her bed and then all of a sudden, he was right in face looking at her. they looked at each other for maybe a split second and she closed her eyes. when she opened it, they meeka people were gone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: unknownladiee on December 29, 2010, 03:51:54 PM
well mine is more of the weegie board ...  :-[
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on January 09, 2011, 09:37:55 PM
um...stfu...it's suppose to be a thread on stories..
don't need all the posted stories quoted 23034803289 times so u may ask/put ur two cents...
it keeps the thread clean so those who may wanna veiw don't need to c the 03949040234839 84 stories over again...


 ;D Should change the name of this thread to "Repeated Ghost Stories"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on January 10, 2011, 12:05:17 AM
This is not a ghost story, but just wondering..

It was really weird....After i saw the 6:30PM new, after called my dad to inform him that GVP passed, I heard a faintly sound as if someone was hitting the drum when they ua neeb.  I have some Hmong neighbors (not on my street) and thought maybe they were doing the ua neeb ritual.  I opened the sliding door to the backyard, because I have a Hmong neighbor 2 house down...nothing ....all slient...then i opened the front door...heard nothing....it freaked me out...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on January 10, 2011, 09:20:07 AM
This is not a ghost story, but just wondering..

It was really weird....After i saw the 6:30PM new, after called my dad to inform him that GVP passed, I heard a faintly sound as if someone was hitting the drum when they ua neeb.  I have some Hmong neighbors (not on my street) and thought maybe they were doing the ua neeb ritual.  I opened the sliding door to the backyard, because I have a Hmong neighbor 2 house down...nothing ....all slient...then i opened the front door...heard nothing....it freaked me out...

I heard a constant sound like someone was playing the qeej while I was at my office last week...  :-\  I had to ask those around me if they were listening to music and those who were definitely did not have the tune of qeej.  It kept going on for a while and I just shook it off shifting my mind to other things.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on January 12, 2011, 10:42:32 AM
here's another story from me. this has happened to me maybe a few times but i would just brush it off. it probably started when we moved into our new home. I swear, i used to never really experience much supernatural things until this house. they're not off the charts like some people but i've had minor experiences while living in this house.

anyway, so before my dad passed away almost a decade ago, he used to smoke. he would smoke in the house on his pipe. well, sometimes while i'm laying in bed ready to go sleep, out of no where thoughts of my dad would enter my mind. when they enter my mind, i would look at my mom. you see, my mom always talk about how my dad is next to her or how she dreams of him and whatever. i'd look at my mom, turn back to sleep and i'd smell smoke coming from my window. you see, my bed is positioned next to the window. it's like someone is smoking next to the window and it comes into my room. this even happened the other night in the living room. I was just laying there watching movie with my nephew, his wife and kid. out of no where, thoughts of my dad appears and seconds later, i can smell the smoke. i asked my nephew and nyaab to see if they could smell it. they looked at me and said, "no, aunite, you're going crazy."


here's one that happened yesterday. so my mom is sitting in her room. I was in there with using my laptop. anyway, out of no where, she screams for me. i told her that i was right here on the laptop. she responds, "then who is here sitting next to me?"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 12, 2011, 03:59:04 PM

here's one that happened yesterday. so my mom is sitting in her room. I was in there with using my laptop. anyway, out of no where, she screams for me. i told her that i was right here on the laptop. she responds, "then who is here sitting next to me?"

ahhhh! that's scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on January 12, 2011, 07:01:51 PM
here's another story from me. this has happened to me maybe a few times but i would just brush it off. it probably started when we moved into our new home. I swear, i used to never really experience much supernatural things until this house. they're not off the charts like some people but i've had minor experiences while living in this house.

anyway, so before my dad passed away almost a decade ago, he used to smoke. he would smoke in the house on his pipe. well, sometimes while i'm laying in bed ready to go sleep, out of no where thoughts of my dad would enter my mind. when they enter my mind, i would look at my mom. you see, my mom always talk about how my dad is next to her or how she dreams of him and whatever. i'd look at my mom, turn back to sleep and i'd smell smoke coming from my window. you see, my bed is positioned next to the window. it's like someone is smoking next to the window and it comes into my room. this even happened the other night in the living room. I was just laying there watching movie with my nephew, his wife and kid. out of no where, thoughts of my dad appears and seconds later, i can smell the smoke. i asked my nephew and nyaab to see if they could smell it. they looked at me and said, "no, aunite, you're going crazy."


here's one that happened yesterday. so my mom is sitting in her room. I was in there with using my laptop. anyway, out of no where, she screams for me. i told her that i was right here on the laptop. she responds, "then who is here sitting next to me?"

*chills*

your dad misses you guys.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: precious_nkaujhli_chi on January 18, 2011, 11:03:20 AM
ahhhh! that's scary!

kuv lub siab mes mes and i get scare easily....

Thank GOD my husband took a vacation day to watch GB Packer vs. Atlanta Falcons on 1/15/20....It was late at night, Polo, my 4 month puppy, jumped off the couch, started barking hysterically as if there was a spirit entered the front door, chasing it as it left the sliding door to the backyard.  He stopped barking completely as soon as it was gone...

my husband and i both knew something/spirits just walked past between us...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on January 28, 2011, 03:01:27 PM
The apartment above us was always for rent. We’ll have new renters every year. Well, the first one I could recall was two young single ladies. They weren’t always home and I figure they were out with their boyfriends or something but one night, one of the lady comes knocking on our door saying that they had just gotten home and someone had thrown the paper towels all over their bathroom. They wanted to know if we saw anyone go up….of course, we didn’t b/c whoever it was would have to past our door first!

2nd incident: (new renters) Couple complained to us that all the new clocks they bought would mysteriously just go off during the day and at night, they will go to turn it off and the on button is not even switch on.  They moved out.

3rd incident: Was drying our clothes in the joint laundry room for the apts and when I got done, I felt someone walk right by me! And when I got to the door, I saw someone run around the other way…I had initially thought it was my friend as she was always trying to scare me like usual and I declare that I was leaving and turned the light off thinking she’ll come running…but when I got into the apt, my friend was watching TV on the couch!!!!!  I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to scare her too.

4th incident: I was home alone with my bf at that time and his 3yr old. We were watching TV when all sudden we heard footsteps going back and fourth in the vacant apt above us! He rushed out to see if there was any lights on in the apt in case someone was trying to break in. He came in confused b/c there was no lights on and he waited to see who would come out but no one did.

5th incident: My bf’s relatives decided they were going to rent the place out even though he told them of the weird things he had witness and heard while staying at my place below it. (cheap rent, 200 less then mines for extra bedroom too) One night, his cousin, having just moved in and tired slept on the airbed on the living room floor while his family were at their old place packing and cleaning it up. What he stated was that as soon as he fell asleep, he heard like someone with heavy shoes come up the stairs and stop at his door. He was listening to see if they were going to knock but what he saw next scared the freaking life out of him or should I rephrase it like he said “UA KUV LUB TEEG TUAG TAS!†He glanced at the door and saw a black shadow go right through it! He watched speechless as it came towards him and down the hall till he was finally able to yell JESUS SHIT!! And dash right out and down knocking on our door! Needless to say, they forfeited their deposit money.

My bf’s 3yr old never had a problem in my place when he slept over while my bf went to work so I’m sure it was just the upstairs apt. But whenever I dream about those apts, that upstairs apt  door could never lock or I was never able to open it. I wonder what may has transpired there a long time ago??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 29, 2011, 04:07:07 PM
interesting story(ies), you never want little kid around haunted places, they'll tell you things that freeze you in your tracks
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 29, 2011, 05:31:40 PM
interesting story(ies), you never want little kid around haunted places, they'll tell you things that freeze you in your tracks

True, especially kids who have not lost any of their teeth.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on January 29, 2011, 09:41:48 PM
I do wonder sometimes about what people say about kids who haven't lost their baby teeth. My son is almost 7 and he still hasn't lost any of his baby teeth. He's never mentioned to me about seeing anything though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on January 30, 2011, 06:25:10 PM
you guys might be surrounded by spirit guards, shamanism body guards, you know you guys might become one one day
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on January 31, 2011, 08:07:39 AM
The hot one, you should do some research on it.

lol..no thank you! i wouldn't dig too much in or i won't ever be able to sleep.  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on February 01, 2011, 01:51:47 PM
A few years after my parents arrived here in the States, they bought their first house. Within a few days of moving in, things were not up to par in that house.  There’s so much to share as everyone who visited or stay with them witness something in that house and still talk about till this day. The children’s of the original owners sold that house with all the furnishings so my parents and my grandparents were up to the task of cleaning everything out.
My mom said one night while she and my grandma were home alone with me as an infant, they were having dinner, the diaper box started knocking like someone was throwing rocks into it. My grandma quickly got up to flip the empty box to see if there was a mice in there and it was empty. She then put the box on the other side of the room. As soon as she sat down, the box started knocking again. My grandma got up slowly and grasp the box and the knocking stop. She then put it in the corner and stood there to see what was causing the knocking. Within a few seconds, the box started shaking and she jerk back and grab the box and threw it outside! 
One night my mom left a candy bar on the dining room table after grocery shopping. The next morning when we got up, the candy was gone! My dad hadn’t seen it and she knows she didn’t move it and as confuse as she was about it, she wasn’t scare until the next day when she went to throw away some stuff and the half eaten candy was in the garbage can! 
My aunts use to stay with my mom and us while my dad was working and one night while watching TV, the house started shaking! It sounded like someone was also knocking on all the windows around the house. Another aunt had also came over one other night and as she was sleeping, she felt someone pull her blanket down. She pulled it up and rose up from bed when she SAW the blanket go down again! She quickly left the room and went straight to my parents room, she didn’t stop to look and see what it was.
One night while my dad was out, my mom had us in the bedroom and she said that I was laughing and playing with my younger sibling and when I turned around towards the corner, I started crying..pointi ng to the corner..yellin g *meow-meow nas*! She said I cover my face and refused to look up and no matter how she tried to calm me down I would not budge or stop crying. She then start spitting and yelling at it about scaring me but she said at that same time she was TERRIFIED to the bones too. LOL
An uncle who was visiting woke up early to make coffee and as he was sipping coffee he saw a half human/half horse/sheep/dog like run straight to the garage. He froze and walk to the back of the kitchen and look again and the garage door was shut but no signs of this creature. When my parents got up, he told them what he saw and seemed real concern about it. My parents were then advised to pour some white stuff around the exterior of the house and if there was something there…they will know. They did exactly as told and the next morning when they went out check, there was a track all around the house with footprints not like a dog or a cat but a goat/sheep circling the house a few times as the tracks were overlapping each other.
They eventually sold the house and we didn’t encounter another ghostly house until some 15yrs later...

Aside from the story, my aunt who is a shaman said that one night a relative of her husband had called to inquire about his house. Not ever meeting him or seeing his house, her khuab neeb was able to describe exactly everything that they were experiencing in their house. According to her khaub neeb, his house is built on top of another house (grave). YIKES!!  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on February 01, 2011, 01:56:26 PM
you guys might be surrounded by spirit guards, shamanism body guards, you know you guys might become one one day

true.. i see red energy when someone from mom's family passes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on February 02, 2011, 01:30:31 PM


so about a couple of years ago, one of my distant uncle got really sick. at the time, he was a big believer in the old traditional ways. well, after many attempts to see what was wrong with him, he decided to convert to christianity.  he told my cousins that one day if he dies, he wants his funeral to be the christian way. well, a couple of weeks ago, he died. the elders and cousins got together to discuss what to do. my distant uncle only has three sons. two of them are married and one is single. well, the first born son was recently out of jail so they turned everything to the second son. since those cousins don't really go to church so they turned to their uncle and asked what should they do. that uncle said to just do it the old way. since he believed in the old way, they should do it that way.

well, the second son lives in a house where there's this light upstairs that doesn't turn off at all. right after they agreed to do it the old way, that light suddenly turned off and every light upstairs. ever since that night, the distant uncle would visit him every night in his dream. i'm not sure how he appears but i was told that the second son would not go upstairs at all. he told his uncle to put something around his neck to protect him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on February 09, 2011, 09:28:40 PM
I had a friend in school who lived in a haunted house. She even says her dead grandma still haunts the house. She says she can feel her grandma the most near or in the attic. Her grandma is a good spirit but she isn't the only one there. There were three or four different ones. One night she was going to the bathroom and as soon as she opened the door she heard a loud scream from inside the bathroom. She closed the door but after hearing nothing else she opened it again and found nobody. She also believes the spirit of a tall dark man haunts the place and likes to play tricks like moving car keys and books.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chummy on February 10, 2011, 12:02:31 PM
I hear 'they' come out more after 3 am.... ooh scary.
i lived alone with my kids... on the nights they stay at their dad's, i'd go out with friends and come home very very late. such as at or around 3 am. my friend's would say to me that when i open my door, look behind myself to see if anyone is with me.... yikes! if not, i'm good. i can go in. if there is, lock your door and walk out so they don't follow you in.

or if you have ghost friends that follow you around, the best way to rid of them when moving is to crawl thru the window after everything's packed up and gone. If you leave thru the door, they'll follow you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Dolly on February 11, 2011, 02:19:18 PM
 :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on February 15, 2011, 05:12:28 PM
This happens when my ex sister in law was still married to my brother. She is always scare to sleep alone because she said as soon as she close her eyes, she sees her grandma. One night, my brother was away and she couldn't sleep. She says something keeps bothering her. My dad did a ritual for that night. The next morning, we saw a set of small footprints that goes from their bedroom window around the house to the fence and a small hold underneath the fence. It was so creepy. My dad had to do another ritual and fill the hole and block it from coming back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on February 15, 2011, 05:24:07 PM
wow. Are we Hmong people going crazy with all this superstition talk?? jk

Hey guys! I'm new here and I LOVE to read and hear about scary supernatural encounters... although I do not want it to happen to me personally. After reading a few of these good scary ghost stories, I want to share one with you guys.

My mom and aunties, along with a few other Hmong women, rented some unoccupied land near where we live to do gardening. Well, recently EVERYONE's been growing corn to make money instead of just harvesting veggies for their family; my mom included. Once the corn started growing it could get really creepy, especially at night when you are the last to leave. One night, one of my auntie was late in going home and by the time she started packing her things and getting them in the car it was already dark. As she unloaded the last of her Hmong shovels into her car she hears somebody calling her name in the field of corn. She thought someone else was probably still around so she replied back. Just when the last word left her lips she regretted it because the hairs on her arms and head were on ends. She felt a cold breeze fly by and saw that someone or something was rustling through the corn field in a rush to get to where she was at! She scramble into her car without hesitation and started her car. As she drove away, she noticed that although the rustling stopped in the area where she was just at there was nobody there. She thought that with that much commotion in the field there must have been a body to move the corn like that, but nope....nobody . After that incident, words traveled and nobody stayed late. Everyone left when the sun began to set.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MsX on February 17, 2011, 12:57:14 PM

so about a couple of years ago, one of my distant uncle got really sick. at the time, he was a big believer in the old traditional ways. well, after many attempts to see what was wrong with him, he decided to convert to christianity.  he told my cousins that one day if he dies, he wants his funeral to be the christian way. well, a couple of weeks ago, he died. the elders and cousins got together to discuss what to do. my distant uncle only has three sons. two of them are married and one is single. well, the first born son was recently out of jail so they turned everything to the second son. since those cousins don't really go to church so they turned to their uncle and asked what should they do. that uncle said to just do it the old way. since he believed in the old way, they should do it that way.

well, the second son lives in a house where there's this light upstairs that doesn't turn off at all. right after they agreed to do it the old way, that light suddenly turned off and every light upstairs. ever since that night, the distant uncle would visit him every night in his dream. i'm not sure how he appears but i was told that the second son would not go upstairs at all. he told his uncle to put something around his neck to protect him.

So, did they do it the old way or Christian way?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: vangkm007 on February 17, 2011, 01:49:52 PM
Here's my story, read by the host of "Anything Ghost": http://anythingghost.libsyn.com/anything-ghost-show-127-the-fifth-anniversary-show
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on February 17, 2011, 02:38:48 PM
So, did they do it the old way or Christian way?

they ended up doing it the old way.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on February 17, 2011, 04:39:40 PM
Dang, these stories should be collected and published.  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on February 20, 2011, 12:05:46 AM
Dang, these stories should be collected and published.  :D

I wonder what everyone else will do to me if I took this whole post down in one click. >:D >:D >:D

OK. I won't. I kinda like it, too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Buridans Paradox on February 21, 2011, 10:45:23 AM
I never believed in ghosts until the following event happened. One of my uncles was dating a girl from Laos a few years ago and made big promises to her, including marrying her. Then when he returned to the states, he married a girl here instead. The girl in Laos took her own life shortly afterwards, and a few months later my uncle became very sick.

We contacted a very gifted shaman and he said that it was the girl haunting him and he would have to perform a ceremony to get rid of her. The ceremony took place at around 5 in the morning, right before sunrise. My uncle had to stand by the door to “await†the dead girl’s spirit. As soon as the shaman finished his chant, he announced that the spirit was present. The shaman quickly threw three small knives into the door and blood trickled down from where they entered the door. The trail of blood led to outside before disappearing.

I was about 5 feet away from the door when this happened and everybody in the room was spooked, even the shaman himself. People tell of ghost stories and how they hear things, or see things briefly out of the corners of their eye, etc., but to see something as concrete as a bleeding door, that shit was unreal.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on February 22, 2011, 10:24:12 AM
paradox
that sh1t sounds hella scary, i would probly sh1t my pants if i saw that from 5ft away
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on February 23, 2011, 08:21:10 AM
Paradox - I know of a family in Northern Cali that did the same ritual to get rid of the spirit of their deceased mother. Apparently the mother was coming back trying to get the daughter. The mother would appear anytime after the sun sets and when the daughter was alone. The daughter always sleeps with the grandmother. Whenever she wants to take a shower, the grandmother has to stand by the door else she would come out running.

It got to the point where the mother was getting more and more aggressive, so they did a shamanistic ritual and called the mother in to the house. The shaman threw his sword/knife and hit the mother. The people that was there said the sword/knife just stuck in mid-air and blood starting spewing out of nowhere. When the sword/knife dropped, they trailed the blood outside and around the corner of the house before it disappeared. The next day, there was a dead cat in their garden with a knife wound.

After the ritual, the daughter never saw her deceased mother again. She is now married and with a family.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LELIA on February 24, 2011, 07:39:13 AM
Paradox - I know of a family in Northern Cali that did the same ritual to get rid of the spirit of their deceased mother. Apparently the mother was coming back trying to get the daughter. The mother would appear anytime after the sun sets and when the daughter was alone. The daughter always sleeps with the grandmother. Whenever she wants to take a shower, the grandmother has to stand by the door else she would come out running.

It got to the point where the mother was getting more and more aggressive, so they did a shamanistic ritual and called the mother in to the house. The shaman threw his sword/knife and hit the mother. The people that was there said the sword/knife just stuck in mid-air and blood starting spewing out of nowhere. When the sword/knife dropped, they trailed the blood outside and around the corner of the house before it disappeared. The next day, there was a dead cat in their garden with a knife wound.

After the ritual, the daughter never saw her deceased mother again. She is now married and with a family.

yikes..that's some scary shiet.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ispy07 on February 25, 2011, 09:17:02 PM
One of my uncles had a similar story like that.  He was going to marry this girl from Laos, he got all the paper work done and everything and just waiting for the approval.  The girl he was suppose to marry, killed herself because she had a bf in Laos and I guess that bf in Laos told her that she'll be coming to US, so why don't she give it up to him.  So, she did and got pregnant.  Her parents yelled at her, like how can she be so stupid knowing that she was going to have an easy life in the US, but she screwed up.  She went to the guy that got her pregnant and he didn't want her either, so she ate some poison and died.  After a year or so my Uncle goes to Laos to get his wife and when he gets there her parents tell him that she killed herself because she got pregnant by some other guy.  

My Uncle marries some random girl he kind of just went to see a couple of times.  At this time they weren't as strick on having people come to the US.  After they came back to the US this dead girl follow them back.  My Uncle lives in a duplex and my cousins family lives in the duplex below them.  She said at night around 2 or 3 am she would hear someone walking around their bedroom cause her room is right under theirs and it would go on for hours.  She said one day she couldn't stand it anymore and threw her shoes to hit the ceiling.  She said that night some thing came and sat on her.  She finally told my Uncle what she hears every night and my Uncle had to change his name and he move to sleep in a different room.  They still live in that house, but he doesn't go by his old name anymore and he just doesn't go into that room.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ispy07 on February 25, 2011, 09:32:46 PM
Here's another one..it's not scary, but it's one of my own experience.

Along time ago like 7 years ago, I came home from work and at that time my bf was sort of living with me at my apartment, but still living with his parents.  I came home and cooked and ate and was watching t.v.  It was about 6 p.m. and the sun didn't go down yet.  All of a sudden there is this crow sitting there by my window and then it just tries to come in, but there is this big oh glass between me and the crow.  It was so weird how this crow was just trying to come inside when the window isn't even there just the glass.  It kind of creeped me out, so I closed the blind and a few minutes later the crow flies off. 

After that a month or so I had a dream about this black shadow following me and I'm running out of that apartment and I get to the stairs and the neighbor downstairs is sitting on the step and so it kind of made me not as scared and I wake up.  Then a month after that I started feeling suicidal and depress and that's when I swear if my cousin wasn't on the phone with me I would have committed suicide.  That was so weird and I've never felt that way before.  I was relieve to move out of that place.  When I moved to my new place I had a similar dream, but this time I was living in an old house where I grew up in Cali.  I open the blind and the black shadow disappear and I woke up.  A few weeks after that I started feeling depress and suicidal again and when I finally moved out of that place, I felt better.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ispy07 on February 25, 2011, 09:48:15 PM
One of my friend was dating a guy who worked in a funeral home.  Whenever her bf goes to the funeral and she goes with him, he won't say anything but as soon as they leave he will say he same something from the corner of his eyes and didn't want to tell her.  The funeral home that her bf work in no matter how many times you lock some of the doors, it still would unlock a few hours or the next day.  

One day her bf went to the funeral home to do some stuff and he checked all the doors to make sure they were lock.  The one on the side he swears he locked it.  She said that he told her that day it was unlocked and he said "HELLO" and someone answered back "HELLO" to him.  He freaked out and left and made her go back that day after she got off work to go search to make sure no one was there trying to play a prank on her.  He said it was a male voice.  She said they didn't find anything.  She told me a couple of days later while they were sleeping he told her that he saw this tall black shadow (he said like 6ft tall shadow) walk through their bedroom door walks to his side of the bed (he sleeps on the side of the bed that's the farthest from the door) and it got on top of him.  He said he tried yelling for her to walk up, but she couldn't hear him.  When he finally broke free, he woke her up and he had saliva on the side of his face cause he was drooling from this thing sitting on him.

The weekend came and he went out of state to visit his parents.  She stayed home alone.  That Saturday night she slept on his side of the bed and told me that some thing got on top of her and she couldn't move.  She said it seem like a dream, but she remembers waking up to her voice singing a christian song.  She sat up in bed and didn't see anything and went back to bed.  My friend is afraid of things, but when she's tired, she's tired and don't care.  

She said a day after that happen to her, she calls her bf to see when he was coming home and he told her that day before she called him he talk to his mom about what happen to him.  His mom had this shaman lady come and do the jingle bell thing for him.  She said that there is a tall american spirit that likes him alot.  This spirit follow him home from the funeral and it was the voice that said "HELLO" to him disguising it's voice as a male voice.  She said that's the spirit that got on top of him, but that he didn't need to worry because she told the spirit to leave already.  So, she finally told him her story and how she slept on his side of the bed and that happen to her.  I guess the ghost must have thought she was him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ispy07 on February 25, 2011, 09:58:43 PM
 :o

I have a sil who my brother just married from Laos not to long ago.  Two years ago before she started having kids and stuff (this is around the time when she first just came to the US..like 5-6 months only).  I have 3 brothers that live together.  My youngest brother and her husband work early AM and my other brother works around 2 pm, but he stays up really late and sleep really late. 

She told my brother (her husband) that one day in the morning cause my brother worked at 3 am, she work up to say bye to him and she said as soon as she lay down she sees this black shadow climb on the bed and she felt the weight of this thing on the bed like a heavy person climbing on your bed and it got on top of her and she couldn't move and no matter how much she screams she could break free.  When she was able too, she woke up and turned on the light.  My brother said sometimes when she's lonely, her dead grandma would come visit her.  So, she tries not to miss her family too much.
She said the last time, terrified her so much.  She said right when my brother left not even 10 minutes she sees these two male spirit climb on the bed and she can feel them squeezing her heart and she said it stink like fart so bad.  She couldn't move, but some how her hand must have hit her phone and her phone dialed my mom.  My mom said she kept yelling out for my SIL, but no one would answer.  So, my mom called my brother the one that works the later shift to wake up incase my SIL can't move because of ghost cause she called and my mom tried calling back but no one answered her phone.  So, my brother went and knocked on her door and I guess she was able to break free.  All this happen so fast she said she felt like they were on top of her for hours, but it was only 2-4 minutes.  So, my brother pray with her and told her to sleep with the lights on and that he'll keep his door open for her to leave hers open too.  So, she slept with her door open until morning.  Freaking creep huh?  When my mom told me it freaked me out.  NOthing happens to her now that she has 2 kids now, but she still get spook here and there sometimes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QWUEEN_VWJ on February 27, 2011, 03:27:08 AM
Ok so i am quite new here but reading these stories remind me of many of my stories.

I had a cousin who passed away at about two years ago. This btw is a dragon story. So anyways we both live in alaska and before she moved here , she lived in detroit. And now a little information about her, when she lived in detroit, her mom remarried to my uncle and so she was originally a chang. Anyways , when she lived in detroit, she went on a school field trip with her junior class and idk where it was but it happened to be at a river. And as the class walked along the river, she was the one tht fell behind.

And as she did fall behind, she told me tht at that time she turned back and saw these two beautiful swans jus randomely in the river. She didnt think anythink of it, so she turned around and walked on. As she did she decided to turn around again and suddenly there were she beautiful white water lilies. That was weird for her bcos water lilies arent found in fast or moving water such as a river,

Anyways she went home after tht and that is when weird things startedd to happen. Her mom once told us that my cousin has her own room. And whenever my aunt went to go clean it, around the entire room would be lip marks. As if my cousin had put on bright red lipstick and had kissed the wall, but my aunt thought it was even weirder because the lip marks were on the ceiiling also.

So after that same event kept happening, my aunt and uncle never thought to do a shamen ceremony so they moved up to alaska. Every thing was quite normal when they , moved up here. Nothing happened much until my cousin told my aunt that she had a boyfriend. My aunt , ofcourse didnt believe her bcause my cousin wasnt the out going type. So ignoring her once more, my cousin jus lived her life as normal.

As years went on , my cousin graduated from high school and just stayed home most of the time. But one day she came to my aunt and told my aunt that her boifriend was going up to the sky to continue his education. And he told her he would marry her after he graduates. My aunt thought she was joking so she brushed it off. When my cousin told my mom this, she knew somthing was up and asked about the time span she has been seeing this guyh. My cousin told her that it has been ever since after her field trip in detroit.

Well my mom also asked how she meets up to tlk to him and my cousin told my mom that when the guy comes, its usually by coming at the mirror or sometimes even the window. My mom asked her how he looked like and she said tht the guy comes in a form of the snake, but when he gets to her, he is really shiny and cute, except she only thinks he is cute bcos she says his face is as if his face is blocked by an unclear glass. And this guy would tell her tht she will never see his face until the day they wed.

Now my mom knows what this means and so, she told my aunt nd uncle. My aunt them are kind of stingy. They want to save every cent they can somehow even if they were millionairs. So they never did a ceremony for her. 2 years go by and my cousin gets a job at mcdonalds. She worked there for 3 days and suddenly went deaf so she quit. This then made her really angry , bcos being deaf and not hearing anything is frustrating. The only way we can tlk to her was by writing . :( she was so frustrated she decided to state to everyone that she wanted to kill herself.

I cried my eyes out for her . I felt bad tht i am her cousin and cant do anything to help her. Anyways her step dad then decided to take her to the mental hospital . She took prescriptions. Doctors didnt kno what made her deaf and so they couldnt help much. She improved so they let her go home in just two weeks. When she got home, she asked my aunt to go buy a prgnancy test for her. Bcos she was told by the doctor that she is now pregnant.

My aunt got curious so she had her other daughter call and ask the hospital doctor and they told her that my cousin iisnt pregnant. So my aunt shook it off and jus ignored it. Now, the day before my cojusin died, she begged my aunt for a new jacket. My aunt said no ofcourse, so my cousin said "alright, wwell my bf is done with school. He is going top come down and marrie me" then she went to her room. My aunt just shrugged it off.

In the middle of the night that night, my cousin's half little sister said she saw my cousin go to the kitchen and grab something then went to the bedroom. The sister didnt think much of it so she just went to sleep. Btw my cousin has her own room. Nd then at 5 in the morning, her real younger sister woke up to see my cousins light on. So curious as she is, she went to go check. Nd when she went ing, she saw my cousin(her sister) in a kneeling position sitting on her legs with her body haunched over. My cousins sister thought she was jus messing around becos in the past my cousin would do things like this.

So she went and grabbed my cousins hand and said "see get up" but she noticed her hands were frozen and thats wen she went into shock and screamed for my aunt. My aunt and uncle woke up to go check nd all they saw was her haunched over body with a knife that "buj buj" idk the english word for it. Haha but yeah . My aunt bjurst into tears and they called the cops. Paramedics and cops came and questioned anyone. When the body was removed, on the floor was a very small blood stain. She used the knife to cut her throat.

Anyways everyone assumed she has been taken by the dragon. I know its not scary but read it ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on February 27, 2011, 11:42:27 AM
this was told to me by one of my friends last night.


this happened when she was about 13-14 years old. she and some of her cousins were playing hide-and-seek this one night. she was tiny so she was able to hide under a car. as she continued to lay there, she saw foot step shadows walking around the car. she suddenly felt someone tugging her pants from under the car but didn't say anything then it was gone. she waited and waited for someone to call her out but no one did. after awhile, she finally got out from under the car, went inside and saw that all the kids were still there. she asked them how come they weren't playing anymore. they replied saying that they had stopped playing for awhile and didn't want to find her because she hid too well. after that, she's never played hide and seek.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on February 27, 2011, 11:54:26 AM
a couple more from the same friend.


she has this cousin who lives in this haunted house. apparently, that family experienced some supernatural things inside that house and well, so did my friend. it happened to her twice when she went to sleep over there.

the first time she went to sleep over there, my friend and her cousin were sleeping in the den. just as she was about to go to sleep, she heard the back door open and close. thinking it was her male cousin, she drifted off to sleep. however, as the night went on, the back door continued to open and close. she didn't tell anyone about it.


the second time she slept over, her and her cousin slept downstairs. she slept next to the wall and her cousin slept next to her.  it was early in the morning right before 6 am. she was slowly waking up from her sleep when all of a sudden she heard/felt like someone was caressing/rubbing against the wall coming towards her. then she started to hear her name being whispered into her ear. she quickly turned to her left, covered her ears and tried very hard to go back to sleep. she stayed like that for a few minutes then heard her younger cousin come down and told them they had to go some where.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QWUEEN_VWJ on February 27, 2011, 01:03:45 PM
I remember when i still lved in wisconsin, nd i was maybe 5 or 6 , and our backyard was very big, and it had like trees on the border of it. One night my uncles came over and we decided to play the one oclock to twelve oclock game. Its still a hiding seek game. And when we played it was around maybe nine or ten oclock. In wisconsin it gets dark around there and so yea. Well my uncle was the seeker while everyone hid. After he was done counting nd everyone hid behind trees and all, he went to look for us. He went and (btw this is how he experienced it.) Suddenly thought he had found me, bcos the person he found had long hair and was small like me. So he went to the person and was like "chang i found u" . I was in the next tree over nd was thining "huh?" So i revealed myseld from hiding and said "hey! Im over here!" He looked up to me and ohmygod that was when he busted out running to the back door yelling "poj ntxoog os!" And oh shiet we all came out drom hiding and shot for the door too! It was hella scary.

When we all got inside, my parents and grandparents were yelling at us about screaming , so we had to settle down. My uncle then told us that he thought the girl was me but it wasnt bcos i had come out from hiding nd told him where i was. We all were scared but we were kids then so we shrugged it off. But we did learn a lesson . No more hide and seek for us at night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on February 28, 2011, 01:43:54 PM
Damn, I could never read these alone anymore.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 02, 2011, 01:51:12 PM
This thread is off the HOOK! Greatest thread ever.

Well i'm going to add another story to this great collection.

Last year of 2010, during the squirrel season like around Oct.  I went hunting with my wife and we slept at the normal camp site where my relatives usually came at every year. well my wife and I went hunting and later on that night we slept in our tent and nothing weird happen, but we slept very early due to daylight saving time.  We Slept like around 8 and it was very quiet.  Then I had a very wierd dream.  I meant scary dream.  Well it was as I was seeing the whole scenerio from the top of our tent or you could say looking down on your camp site from above.  You know how the dreams work.  Well in my dream, it was very dark outside our red tent, and the propane light was getting dimmer and dimmer.  Our red tent was on the side of our usual walking path to other campsites.  The camp site was very small probally the size of a gym then it's forest and hills.  Well I saw these two little MIEN girls walking toward our right side of our tent and they were holding hands.  They seem to wore hmong clothes, then they came around the corner toward the entrance of our tent.  You guys know how the fabric of the tent is just polyester or synthese fabric, something like that.  Well these two Mien girls turned into POJ nxooj and they reached their hands through the fabric and i could see the frabic pushing towards me.  At the same time i could see them from the outside.  Meanwhile all of this was happening, my body was froze and couldn't move.  I yelled and yelled but my wife couldn't hear me.  I tried and tried, but i was stuck.  I was helpless then I got mad and reached out for my 22.  I tried to reach it but it was too hard for me so i got mad and started getting pissed off. I finally grab the 22 to shoot them then i woke up.  It was only 12 am.  Didn't tell my wife or she will cry wolf.  Scary, huh? I shrubbed it off and went hunting the next day. Told the OGs and they were like, were you scared? I was like nope.  More afraid of thieves and getting ticket than ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on March 02, 2011, 02:30:26 PM
Wi.guy....your story reminds me of my uncle. Him and some the guys went hunting and they went their own ways a few hours into the hunt. He got tired and went to sit down near a huge rock. He was so relax, he fell asleep. He woke up shortly after and he was on his back looking up and he saw how pretty the sky and the leaves were moving around him and he thought to himself, "This could be a good place to die". After a few mins of enjoying the view....He got right up and the sky was dark already but he didn't think anything much of it. He got to the car and my other uncles were asking where did he go and that they had try to find him but couldn't. He told them where he was at and the other uncle swored that he walked by that rock twice and didn't see him. Well.... he came home and got real sick! He didn't tell anyone about his little dream until his wife saw a figure over his bed one night and it disappear when she turned the light on. They ua neeb and the shaman said he attract the soul of a native indian woman. The shaman told them exactly what my uncle saw.  :o They had to change his name afterwards ofcourse.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 04, 2011, 11:10:48 AM
these hunting fishing stories creep me out because i'm and avid hunter/fisher :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on March 04, 2011, 03:11:35 PM
Ok so i am quite new here but reading these stories remind me of many of my stories.

I had a cousin who passed away at about two years ago. This btw is a dragon story. So anyways we both live in alaska and before she moved here , she lived in detroit. And now a little information about her, when she lived in detroit, her mom remarried to my uncle and so she was originally a chang. Anyways , when she lived in detroit, she went on a school field trip with her junior class and idk where it was but it happened to be at a river. And as the class walked along the river, she was the one tht fell behind.



I'm not going to quote the whole story since I've seen some complaints before.  ;D

But, this is a sad story. Hmong parents usually just ignore or tell the kids "dont worry about it, it's nothing" when it is something. I hope she finds peace with her bf and is happy at wherever that she is now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QWUEEN_VWJ on March 04, 2011, 05:17:45 PM
I'm not going to quote the whole story since I've seen some complaints before.  ;D

But, this is a sad story. Hmong parents usually just ignore or tell the kids "dont worry about it, it's nothing" when it is something. I hope she finds peace with her bf and is happy at wherever that she is now.


Yea it is sad. When we did the funeral, her step dad cried way more than the mom did. With maybe an event that has jus happened, parents can brush off...but with what happened to my cousin, i really dunno how they brushed it off for soo many years. &i do hope she is happy bcos on the 3 days that we did her funeral, the first two was complete rain storms. The third day was so sunny and hot. So she probably left happy
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on March 05, 2011, 08:03:30 PM
Would it help us Hmong if we started cremating rather than internment? If we don't cremate, we keep thinking the dead body rises back up somehow. Cremation will take away that image, since the dead is nothing more than specks of ashes flying with the wind.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: buster_me on March 05, 2011, 08:30:33 PM
mine is not scary. just unusual thing to happened.

so yes I went to Wausau to visit the gf. her mom needed chickens so she can hu plig and btw she is a shawoman. later that afternoon we went to the hmong farm and pull up to the dirt driveway or front yard or w/e you wanted to call it. Her mom told my gf to go knock on the door to get someone to come out so we can go get the chickens. Her mom and I was sitting in the truck while my gf was knocking on the door. nobody was home so she came back and was mad because she told her mom, she should of call the people first before to ask if they are home before we even came. O well so we went back home, but I have this immense cramp on the right side of my kidney. We got home and drop off my gf's mom and later my gf and I went out to go eat at Texas Roadhouse. I couldn't eat because the whole time my side cramp and i told my gf that it hurts a lot. she said just eat and she will massage it for me wen we get home. so it was cramping the whole time till we got home and my gf mom said that why is hurt back so and cramping too. she figure out what the problem was and actually did some of her shawoman stuff and it was fix later that night and mine wasn't cramping anymore. my gf later told her that while we were at the chicken farm there were wandering spirits that was hunting and her mom and I happened to be the target and got shot in our back while in the truck. that is why our back was cramping.

nothing scary just unusual thing that happened
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 06, 2011, 06:38:08 PM
This thread is off the HOOK! Greatest thread ever.

Well i'm going to add another story to this great collection.

Last year of 2010, during the squirrel season like around Oct.  I went hunting with my wife and we slept at the normal camp site where my relatives usually came at every year. well my wife and I went hunting and later on that night we slept in our tent and nothing weird happen, but we slept very early due to daylight saving time.  We Slept like around 8 and it was very quiet.  Then I had a very wierd dream.  I meant scary dream.  Well it was as I was seeing the whole scenerio from the top of our tent or you could say looking down on your camp site from above.  You know how the dreams work.  Well in my dream, it was very dark outside our red tent, and the propane light was getting dimmer and dimmer.  Our red tent was on the side of our usual walking path to other campsites.  The camp site was very small probally the size of a gym then it's forest and hills.  Well I saw these two little MIEN girls walking toward our right side of our tent and they were holding hands.  They seem to wore hmong clothes, then they came around the corner toward the entrance of our tent.  You guys know how the fabric of the tent is just polyester or synthese fabric, something like that.  Well these two Mien girls turned into POJ nxooj and they reached their hands through the fabric and i could see the frabic pushing towards me.  At the same time i could see them from the outside.  Meanwhile all of this was happening, my body was froze and couldn't move.  I yelled and yelled but my wife couldn't hear me.  I tried and tried, but i was stuck.  I was helpless then I got mad and reached out for my 22.  I tried to reach it but it was too hard for me so i got mad and started getting pissed off. I finally grab the 22 to shoot them then i woke up.  It was only 12 am.  Didn't tell my wife or she will cry wolf.  Scary, huh? I shrubbed it off and went hunting the next day. Told the OGs and they were like, were you scared? I was like nope.  More afraid of thieves and getting ticket than ghost.

shouldn't set up a red tent, too much attraction in the wilderness. a 22?, where's the big gun(s) . . .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 06, 2011, 06:44:26 PM
mine is not scary. just unusual thing to happened.

so yes I went to Wausau to visit the gf. her mom needed chickens so she can hu plig and btw she is a shawoman. later that afternoon we went to the hmong farm and pull up to the dirt driveway or front yard or w/e you wanted to call it. Her mom told my gf to go knock on the door to get someone to come out so we can go get the chickens. Her mom and I was sitting in the truck while my gf was knocking on the door. nobody was home so she came back and was mad because she told her mom, she should of call the people first before to ask if they are home before we even came. O well so we went back home, but I have this immense cramp on the right side of my kidney. We got home and drop off my gf's mom and later my gf and I went out to go eat at Texas Roadhouse. I couldn't eat because the whole time my side cramp and i told my gf that it hurts a lot. she said just eat and she will massage it for me wen we get home. so it was cramping the whole time till we got home and my gf mom said that why is hurt back so and cramping too. she figure out what the problem was and actually did some of her shawoman stuff and it was fix later that night and mine wasn't cramping anymore. my gf later told her that while we were at the chicken farm there were wandering spirits that was hunting and her mom and I happened to be the target and got shot in our back while in the truck. that is why our back was cramping.

nothing scary just unusual thing that happened

u let you girl go knock on the door? and you stay behind in the truck with her mom?, . . .  O0 u dog u . . . I think I had an idea where the cramps come from  ;) . . .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on March 06, 2011, 07:03:25 PM
yo, stop quoting stories so u can post ur two cents...
reporter already stated this thread will and be locked, deleted if idiots keep on quoting..
keep this thread clean.....end of rant...nazi  :police:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kv3o3 on March 07, 2011, 10:31:36 AM
Would it help us Hmong if we started cremating rather than internment? If we don't cremate, we keep thinking the dead body rises back up somehow. Cremation will take away that image, since the dead is nothing more than specks of ashes flying with the wind.

Hmm...I think that with the new generations, cremation may become an option. But with the older generation, especially if they haven't converted to Christianity or some other religion, that there would be no way they would go for cremation. I think with our culture, it is believed that after death, the soul has to travel a certain way back to where it came from. So the proper rituals and techniques have to be performed in order for the soul to go where it needs to go.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 07, 2011, 01:16:46 PM
Hmm...I think that with the new generations, cremation may become an option. But with the older generation, especially if they haven't converted to Christianity or some other religion, that there would be no way they would go for cremation. I think with our culture, it is believed that after death, the soul has to travel a certain way back to where it came from. So the proper rituals and techniques have to be performed in order for the soul to go where it needs to go.
perfectly said my friend O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on March 09, 2011, 11:26:54 PM
Gosh haven't been here for quite a while....all these stories are creepy...Well here I go....
 
This 1st one happened bout 8 or more yrs ago. My 2 cousins from Wis came down to visit and we were just having a good time. We decided to all spend the night at another cousin's house before they left home. Well, we happened to be talking about ghost before going to bed. The guy cousin from Wis was sleeping while we were sharing stories. Just a little before we were off to bed he woke up running to the living room and told us what he saw. He said that while he was sleeping he kept hearing tapping noise that woke him up. Still sleepy, he opened his sleepy eyes and stared toward the tapping noise. It happened to be coming from the window and surely enough the window blinds were wide open. Still sleepy he saw a figure but couldn't quite see what or who it was. He then focused closer to the figure and saw it with long hair, though he couldn't see its face. He suddenly realized that he was alone in the dark, and that's when he realized what he just saw and rushed out that door. Yep that night all the girls had to company each other to the bathroom because no one dared to go alone. What a night it was eh....

This one happened about 6 years ago when my cousin passed away. The family was in the process of doing his funeral and everyone was over helping fold money boat. My cousin who was a shawoman was jinggling for some reason I forgot. Now she when does jingles, she speaks chinese so no one understands her. As she was jinggling, she got possessed by the dead cousin. The cousin stopped jinggling and the dead cousin was talking through her. He was telling his wife how sorry he was for treating her the way he did when he was alive and that he was leaving and for her not to be sad. There wasn't one dried eyes, well from the women anyways, in that room. The cousin he took possession of then went back to her jinggling and came back. It was pretty sad, but at the same time creepy as hell to see someone get possessed like that.

Just a couple of days after he was buried I had the weirdest, creepiest dream about him. In my dream my cousins were jinggling and I was over playing with my cousins outside their yard, which was his yard too because they lived in the same area. We were having fun playing ntxhais quam ntuj when at the corner of my eyes he appeared. He was well dressed in a suit with his cane. He then waved his hand for me to go to him. I started walking toward him, but as soon as I got halfway I realized that he was dead already. I then intended to run the other way but he was already running after me. I got so scared I ran to my cousin's house and told them that he was chasing me. All the OG guys calmed me down and went outside to talk to him. They invited him in and I just woke up after that. I guess he missed everyone  :-\

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on March 09, 2011, 11:51:30 PM
This one my sil told me not too long ago. Her grandma just recently passed away and her mother called and told her what happened to her. Her mom said that while her mom was doing the garden someone threw a rock at her. She looked around to see who it was but saw no one. She didn't think much of it and went back to her gardening. Some minutes later the same thing happened again. She turned to see who it was but no one was in sight. She then got real creeped out and decided to stop and went home. She told her aunt about what happened and her aunt told her not to go to the funeral as what happened to her could be a bad omen. I don't think she attended the funeral, but damn I was scared out my wits when my sil told me.

This one my sil also told me about what she saw. They use to live in this very getto place and there was a little garden they would do their garden in. She said that while she was gardening with her mom she saw these two little girls playing around the garden. She didn't think much of it, and went on her business. She looked down for a few seconds and up again and the two little girls disappeared. Both her and her mom stopped whatever they were doing and rushed home. She told me they def. saw poj ntxoj...
And I def. remember going to that place and seeing how creepy this place was. She also told me that the house right upstairs from theirs, they would hear voice of a baby cry at night time because a little baby died in that house a few years earlier and its been unoccupied ever since.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: My Heart Speaks on March 10, 2011, 09:22:10 AM
u let you girl go knock on the door? and you stay behind in the truck with her mom?, . . .  O0 u dog u . . . I think I had an idea where the cramps come from  ;) . . .

 :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 763boxer on March 12, 2011, 02:35:14 AM
Hello again, since this thread has pretty much died down I'd like to finish sharing what i was suppose to a few pages back. This story is about my dad and his close encounter.

Early one morning my dad went to work early to open up and when he got inside he went to turn on all the lights, well as he got to the last room which was the waiting area he noticed there was a white lady sitting there. My dad starts wondering how can there be someone already here when he has the key and it was 4am so my dad starts asking her questions like who are you and how'd you get in? The lady says to my dad that her boyfriend and her got into an argument and she ran out and saw that the doors to my dads workplace was open so she let herself in, well my dad being the person he is just says ok whatever and goes to his desk to start work. Well about 15mins later my dad starts thinking about what the lady said and that's when the lightbulb(lol) popped over his head and he started thinking hmmm did I just talk/see a ghost? So my dad goes to the waiting area and checks the lady is no longer there and the front door is still locked.
  Well a week goes by and my dad starts getting sick and my mom tells me we need to jingle bell for my dad so I'm like ok whatever. We finish and later I ask my wife what the shaman lady said and my wife says, "that lady your dad saw was just waiting to take your dads soul that morning but was unable to because its not your dads time to go yet". the reason why is because your dad is suppose to live longer and see his grandkids grow up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 763boxer on March 12, 2011, 03:39:33 AM
Here's some about my buddies and the place I work at.

   A friend of mine lives in northside minneapolis and on his days off from work his cousins and them will always stay up late. Well downstairs in the basment is where his bedroom/his brothers room is and where they also stay up late, well one night they finished up playing videogames and decided to go zzzz. His brother was sleeping but it got sooo hot he had to go into the basement living area and sleep there as he did he dreamt that a kaduu guy appeared and starting hahaing at him and also a meeka lady came out of their t.v and started hahaing. Needless to say they started going to sleep earlier and don't really stay up late anymore.

  A friend of mine said one day in the summer time he was sleeping in his room positioned so he was on his side facing away from his opened window. He dreamt that a shadowy figure came to his window and climbed inside and went to where my friends bed was and preceeded to climb onto the bed and the figure then put his hands on my friends neck and on his legs and that's when he felt the pressure on the shadowy figure on top of him. After a few mins he felt the pressure lift off him and he ran out into the livingroom. (When my friend told me this story I just about died laughing cause I was like lol you guys were about to get nasty. Lol even now we laugh about how his manhood was about to be taken from him)

 The place I work at we have a bathroom downstairs next to the lunch area
That's haunted and from what I hear is a former employee died while on the toilet because he had bloodclots and he ended up bleeding to death(yea bad way to go) well anyways whenever your down doing your business you can hear somebody come into the bathroom act "its" peeing but you don't hear anything except the water flush as if "its" done, you never hear "it" wash their hands or hear "it" open the door. Whenever your on the toilet you can see someone pass by the bathroom stalls cause of the crack in the stall door. (I don't really care cause when I got to drop a bomb its dropping regardless lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on March 12, 2011, 01:58:26 PM
here are a couple stories from me.


so last weekend, we were hanging out at my oldest brother's house. A brother in law, his little family and mother came to town. They slept over at my brother's house. Well, it was friday night, that brother in law and my nephews had gone bowling. The BIL's wife and child slept out in the living room. It was just before 1 am the wife kept seeing a figure go and down the stairs and into the kitchen. It would walk to the kitchen and then down the hallway. It kept doing that a few times. The wife didn't think anything and just tried going to sleep. the next day, she asked my brother's family if they knew who kept doing that. She thought it was the oldest son but turns out, most of the guys had gone bowling. the only son left that stayed home was already asleep. the wife kept insisting it was the oldest son but he wasn't home yet from bowling. we just kind of said it must have been the son that was already asleep just to not scare her.

this happened a couple of nights ago to my friend. She had a dream that she was in this room. Out of no where, she said, "hello?" a voiced answered her and said, "hi. I'm ashley". the way she described it, it's like those voices you hear very clearly in your head. I'm not sure if any of you have ever experienced anything like that but it can be pretty freaky. anyway, so she woke up kind of scared. She walked out of her room and into the living room where her brother was sleeping. She told him what happened and he said she could sleep out there with him. She slept out in the living room with her brother and had another dream. In this dream, she was sleeping next to her brother out in the living room. She woke up and saw a shadowy figure standing right next to her. Frantically, she woke her brother up telling him that there was a person standing next to her. He just kept saying that there was no one there. The shadow just kept coming towards her and she just kept yelling at her brother but he wouldn't do anything. she woke up from that dream.

*i don't know if i ever told this story of one of my nieces but i'll share it again.

so i have this niece who's very sensitive to the supernatural side. Well, she had this dream that this little girl appeared to her and said to her, "you know why we visit you? it's because want to talk to you. But i can't talk to you right now. I have to go. "
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Runnin_with_Scissors on March 17, 2011, 02:51:44 PM
Nothing big to add, but about 10 years ago I was going through some hard-bumps in life.  It was filled with a lot of spiritual activities and attacks.  One day my sister had asked me to take her to the airport.  I dropped her off and was on my way home via the highway.  In front of me, at about a three car distance was a dump-truck .  Suddenly I hear a voice in my head.  "The devil wants to kill you."  Immediately I slowed down.  No sooner than that, out from the back of the dump truck, a sheet of metal the size of my car comes flying out.  It missed me by a narrow margin... my heart was racing after the incident.

Glad to know someone is watching out for me.  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on March 17, 2011, 11:41:27 PM
My uncle saw a white flash outside his garage parking space. He died the week after and his body was hauled off through the garage parking space by the paramedics
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on March 18, 2011, 02:52:17 PM
My cousin works in a department store. When she first transferred there, someone told her that the store was blessed by a priest. Funny huh? They told her that before the store was blessed, associates would see people walking around in the morning before opening. One lady was putting out new clothing on the floor when an old lady pasted by her. The old lady even said hi. After responding back, the associate realized that the store was still close. She contacted her supervisors and told them what she saw. After a few more witness who saw the old lady, they decided to to blessed the store.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on March 18, 2011, 05:28:03 PM
Creepy Hunting story,

K Some of you folks who goes outdoors knows when the OG's says "not to sleep at intersections(dirtroads or asphalt)" *txhob pw ntawv txoj kev tshuam

Well it was last year 2010 of the hunting season. My brother and some of the relatives they decide to go hunting during deer season. Their plan was to camp , so when they got to the camping site where they decide to scout a week before they went hunting, there were water lines there which was weird out in the forest. So my brother decided not to stay there, but the relatives (cov kwvtij) said don't worry about it's okay, it's okay. That evening there was an Atv the coming down from the road with not lights on. The driver wasn't in camo like he was hunting, but just driving fast and past my brother's camp site, but right when it was dark. My brother said something wasn't feeling right. He felt like as if someone was watching them from far away with scopes. So my brother told the relatives that he didn't want to stay there. They can camp there but he's going to leave. He's leaving them no matter what because to him he thinks that they're on a spot where rednecks or people are growing Marijuana because there water lines where they camp at. So everybody just said to my brother "since you're going to go no matter what then let's all packed up and leave" so they all packed up their gears and left. Everybody drove and drove and then they all stopped to a spot where the intersection was at or crossroad. Everybody was tired to they all decided to stop there and rest but my brother did not want to because what my dad have said "no matter where you go don't sleep at the crossroads or intersections" but the relatives says it's okay! you're just scaring yourself! so my brothers said okay fine let's just sleep here for the the night. So everyone set the tents and slept, one of the relatives slept inside the truck. While my brother and the rest slept in the tents. Two of the cousins slept with my brother that night, and everyone was locked and load with their guns. My brother had the rifle and the other two has a rifle and a hand gun. That night when everyone slept my brother was still a little awake. So when he was about to go to sleep.. He started hearing people talking out of no where and the voices kept coming closer and closer to campsite and tent, but he ignored and decide to go to sleep. Later on the night, the other cousin felt and heard the door of the tent zipped opened and also my brother too. My brother thought the cousin was just going outside to take a pissed and the tent zipped backed up. Early the next morning when the cousin woke back up.  He'd asked! my brother and the cousin to see if they touched his cap (while he was sleep he had his cap on top of his head) but seems like someone was playing with it and tipping it over and also the other cousin ask that did my brother and cousin woke up to go take a pissed or something . They both answered no and my brother thought my cousin was the one that got up, but none of them did. They even ask the guy who slept in the truck to see if he woke up to open the tent and it wasn't him either...somet hing weird or paranormal actually in my opinion out in the forest with no town near by..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 19, 2011, 10:18:09 PM
 idiot2: Hi,
I'm new here.. Man where are all the good stories. I just found this site with my evo 4g phone, i never knew we had a site for this kind of stuff.
Man I'm so lame cuz I'm so old fashion, i don't know much about comp. Anyways, I got a few of my own to share.
1st story.
 To those who knew Mt. Airy, I'm not going to tell you which house this happen in cause you might be the one living in that house.Here's a back round check. It was built over a Indian grave site. If I'm correct you can go to the libary in downtown St. Paul and look it up. Well my first encounter was when I was little oh about 3rd grade or 4th. Back in those days my parents washes their clothes. like how u are done then folded it up and place them on a rack over the place where u would put the bar soap. Anyways me and my cousin we had to go wash our feet before going to bed like every night. But this night was diff. As we walk into the bathroom I turned on the lights, there on the wall I saw a shadow of a foot from it's ankle to it's toes. Hanging over the rack of clothes. I asked my cousin if he saw what I saw. And he said "yeah, what is that"?. Dumb as I was I opened the sink water and with a hand full of water I splashed on the shadow, it didn't move then I sort of touched the clothes on the rack. My cuz was getting scared. Then I was like WTF. I was going to touch the shadow foot but my cuz stopped me from touching it. We both got scared and ran off to bed, without washing our feet that night. My mom was yelling to us that we didn't wash our feet and I was like yeah we did. Then my mom said " I didn't hear the water running". I was like yeah we did. Anyways while we were in bed I asked my cuz WTF was that thing in the bathroom? He was like shut up and go to sleep.

2nd story.
 This happened at my uncles place, when I was little, my parents would go visit our cousin. This was on a Saturday night they went to visit and talked long into the night. And my grandpa n grandma would tell my parents that it's late and that I should sleep over, I loved to sleep over their place cause it was fun. Anyways this night. was one night that I'll never forget. I remember it like it was yesterday. So me and my cousin and my uncle was sleeping in the down stair room. Their house is one of those 2 level split house, but not that kind of split house. You cum in, about 30 yrd or so there's the dinning room to the left then up or down type house. So we were going to sleep down stair, just to let you guys know I use to have ear infection. And sometimes it would be draining yellow puss. Don't ask me how I got it. All I know is that I was scare of water going in my ears.  I yell at my wife every time she pours water over the kids head when the kids go take a bath. back to the story. Well that night I slept in the middle my uncle was to my right and my cuz was to the left. If you look up you can see the stairs and the dinning room. we all went to sleep and that night for some reason I don't know why it happen but as I awoke I sat up slightly with my head over my uncle's body and I saw a shadow of my anutie looking at us. I was like what the heck.Why is my anutie looking at us from the stairs? uh maybe she was checking on us to see if we're alright. So i went back to sleep. (keep in mind that I stared at the shadow for a good long time cuz I can see the outline of her figure, and it wasn't like she was floating I could see from head to feet, but in a solid shadow figure). Anyways I awokelater the night cuz my ear was draining so I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to fold up some toilet paper and put it in my ear. In the back of my mind I was like, man what was that shadow? I went back to sleep and all night I had to get up and take care of my ear. That morning I told my grandma but she not my real grandma, you know the old days back in Laos were. I told her that is anutie home cuz I saw her shadow looking at us last night? And my grandma was like W T Hell are you talking about. We go to church and there are no such shadow in this house. You know how the OG are. She was laughing  like I was talking crazy or something. Later I found out from my uncle that slept with us saying that he had nightmare, like he was been sat on and couldn't move. but he can feel the bad moving cuz I was up and going to the bathroom that night. but he couldn't move at all. but when I was going too much that was when he broke free. But he didn't want to say anything to me. Ha Ha them OG and em world. Cuz i bet she was scare too but wanted to keep her cool.
3rd story
 This happened to me back in 7th or 8th grade, I went to Washington Jr. High. On Rice street. I believe it was around fall cuz school started around 7 something and I had to go out around 6ish and it was still dark outside. I had told some of my friend to bike to school and they were like yeah let do that. The 1st day nothing happened then the 2nd day I think it was that day when I ran into someone or something out of this world. So here's a pix my route i had to take. I had to go to Jackson street then past the oak land cem. When I got close to the cem. I made a left turn on that street but I didn't want to ride on that side of the sidewalk so I stayed on the otherside across from the cem. till I past the cem. by the stop sign then crossed the street and took that side. There are new house that was built not too long ago on that side of the road. Those houses are still there. Anyways when I got close to Rice street.

 There use to be a auto shop call Dino something on the right side and across from it to the left side there DQ and it's still there, well the auto shop is gone. So you see that white house that is there. That's were i saw it man. I was cursieing on my bike until I got close to Rice street, something told me to turn my head to the right. Don't know why but it just happened. So I saw this white thing or 1st I thought  it was a dog but those eyes I can not forget those red eyes. I thought that some one left their dog out side but it's color was pure white like a pair of new white sock. Well I said "man that's a super white dog". then on 2nd thought I was like but it's about 3-4 ft tall and it looks like it had chicken feather or dirty or something on, but those 2 pairs of red eyes looking back at me. If you ever watched the anime call the Guyver and how it's eyes are drawing. kinda of slanted anyways, those red eyes which told me that it wasn't a dog but it looked like a dog. It was like a couple of second but it felt like 5-6 min pass. I kept staring at it while it was staring back at me. then I turned my head back to look at the road or sidewalk and brushed off. When i got to school i told all my buddies what I saw and they were like you crazy man. There ain't no dogs like that.They didn't believe in what I saw that morning, so i was like eh WTF. So i told them that if they don't believe me to wait after school and I'll show them that dog with the pair of super red eyes. well all of my friends chicken out. Only one of my friend wanted to see this dog. besides he live on the way there.So after school he walked with me cuz I didn't ride my bike but push it along with my friend. When we got to the white house I told him see that were I saw the dog, But there was no dog there nor a dog in sight. I wanted to go knock on the house to see if they left their white dog outside last night or something. that when it hit me like a rock. Woo ooh that was no dog I saw, that was one of those thing the kids and OG talk about, sorry i can't spell in hmong words, but you guys got the pix.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 19, 2011, 11:34:50 PM
By the way, Please when you guys post stuff on here please, please, please keep your family pix out of this thread, I don't mean to be harsh but it's your family you can see it and be fine with it. but to others it's not right to see those pix.of your decease love ones.What I mean is awhile back on some of these pages I skipped most of them because that pix scares me. The one in the hospital LOL. that's not how they should be remember. But remember when they were living. Not on their deathbed. And this is a reading story not a family pix thing. But if you have ghost pix caught on cam, by all means share it with all of us.
Thank you
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 20, 2011, 12:06:46 AM
Here's another one,
This took place in Mt. Airy. Mt. Airy is like a section 8 houseing, remember I grew up in that hood. So I know a few here and there.
Anyways This happen at my new house location, I knew that something was not right about this house cuz it's always dark. I mean the stairs way to the beds was so dark that you have to have the light on all the time, even thou you have all the bedroom doors open it's still dark. Anyway that house had 4 bedroom 3upstairs and 1 down stairs. Back when I was little me and my cuz and sis use to go down the basement and ride our bikes and play tag. Well one night everybody was upstairs in my parents bedroom to heard stories of long ago. My mom told one of my sis(A) to go make a bottle for one of my little bro. And my sis(A) wasn't going to go by her self so she made my other sis(B) go with her. While one of my sis(B) is making the bottle sis(A) saw that the light to the basement was on so she opened the door and walked down the stairs.(oh this is making my hair stand up, writing this down) to those who knew the hood and it's basement. You can walk half way down and bend your head and see the whole basement. Anyways to the left my sis(A) saw sis(B) sitting on one of the bikes and said to my sis(a), "hey come down and ride bikes or something like that". My sis(A) was like WTF how come sis(B) is down here when sis(B) is making the bottle. So she got scare and ran up the basement stairs, and my sis(A) saw sis(B) in the kitchen making the bottle... I was up stairs and I heard my two sis scream like a sissy LOL and ran up stairs without any milk in hand nor bottle. So my mom was like  
W T Hell. were is the bottle I ask of you to go make. My sis face was like did I just see what I thought I saw down the basement.Then my sis won't go down there to make the bottle. than finally my sis(A)dragged my sis(B) back down to make the bottle. Of course I didn't know the story until they told us later. Well my sis(A) told my mom and then my mom told us the story of that night. More to come but I'm making myself scare. Back then I didn't know much about these things, but now I'm a sissy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 20, 2011, 11:36:39 PM
The supposedly wise ancient Hmong people once always said when that see you creature weird  :D (example: if like see when you a creature similar to any known animal but not really sure about it's real existent than check out it's facial figuration, especially it's eyes, it'll be slightly vertical, you know like from the left to the right, like from the Kanye West to the Taylor East :)). If so that if it is a unknown living whatever that you so happen to encounter see than just away walk :idiot2:.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dr3ambab3e on March 21, 2011, 11:25:18 AM
well i just want to share this, sometime its not ghost that is hunting you, but maybe becuz your going to become a shaman.
becuz my husband brother kept seeing/hearing stuff when he was younger, he now became a shaman.

anyways i have some ghost storieis to share but maybe later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: agentx on March 21, 2011, 12:56:01 PM
Sorry to say this but we got some horrible writers in here. It wouldn't hurt to write in paragraphs. Having a big blob together with no breaks makes it impossible to read. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on March 22, 2011, 04:39:53 PM
My sister was at the doctor's office and when she came out of the office, she saw an old hmong lady in hmong clothes with no shoes walking back and ford on a sidewalk. That area rarely have people around. She look at the lady and thought maybe that lady was waiting for someone to pick her up and take her to GVP's funeral (some people wear hmong clothes to GVP's funeral). She was goin to ask if that lady needed a ride but when she turn back to look, the lady was gone. Then she finally realize that maybe it was a ghost and got scare.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 22, 2011, 08:37:57 PM
Yo,
I don't know if you all know this site, but it's a recorded audio of ghost encounter. I only listened to 1/4 of the audio and I felt like someone or thing was next to me. Since then I haven't listened to it. It's call hmongkingdom.c om. Sorry I don't have the copy/paste site here. So you have to type it in yourself. Check it out and let me know how it is, cause I'm too chicken to listen. I'll wait til I'm a bit braver then I'll go back to listen to it LOL. Check out the one about the Hmong girl possessed. Man it was freaky. B T W you can not bookmark it so if you stop or change anything than you have to start back from the beganing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 22, 2011, 10:30:00 PM
I got another one.

Bare with me, this is a long story... I'll try my best to give you guys an eye break from read my story. If you guys wish to. Ha ha.

I have a big family. I'm the oldest out of all my bro and sis.

Now going back to the place I was living at. As I got older I slept in the room down stair. Nothing happen while I was sleeping in that room. But I don't remember when this happened but I got sat on, and like all the stories here, I too went through what you guys went. Anyways in my dream I chased whatever it was and the whole time it was laughing at me, and when I caught it, I beat it up and it would cry and change itself into one of my little bro or sis, and I would be like W T F am I doing, beating up my bro and sis. So I let it go and it was laugh at me and I would chase it all night and when I caught it again I would beat it up, and it would do the same process, it would repeat as I mentioned early.

The final time I caught it, and was beating the FK out of it. It changed into one of my 3rd oldest sister. So anyways I finally broke free. It was like 5 am or so cause I had to get ready and go to the bus stop, I had to go up stair to the bathroom and get myself ready. So this is the part that got me spook. As I was washing my face, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I was like W T F who would be up this early in the morning besides me?
So I opened the door and I saw my 3rd oldest sister staring at me. And I screamed like a little sissy.
So I was W T F, am I up or still a sleep, and I was going to punch her in the face. Then I said to myself " wait I'm awake" that's the only reason why I stop. Otherwise I would of punch her in the face. (LOL). Lucky I didn't punch her in the face, I would of gotten my a$$ beat up by my old man.
I told her W T F you doing up this early, you know I had a nightmare, and you were the thing that sat on me and I was chasing it and beating it up the whole night.
So I closed the bathroom door and got myself ready for school.

So this thing would come and bug me for about 3 or 4 nights in a roll. I know when I'm been sat on, and in my dreams I would chase it down and beat it up, and the whole process would be the same as above.  Anyways I like to raise Teddy bear hamster, my a$$ was broke so I couldn't go buy wood chip for my hamster. My best friend also raise hamster too. So one day we went in the back yard and started chopping down this, sort of small pine tree. Funny cause when I look back at it, we could of gotten into a big a$$ fine for doing that. So when we got done chopping the tree we dragged back to his back door and started to trim the barks off.
I told him that I've been having this nightmare where I was been sat on and I would chase this thing all night. So I chopped about 2-3 ft long trunk branch and told him that I'm gonna put this branch with me when I go sleep. I don't know if this happen the next night, but it came again. So I dreamed that I was back in Laos and that me and my dad had this wonderful a$$ bull that we both loved, and this thing came and kill it and I was so piss I said "when I get my hands on this thing I'm going to kill it once in for all, and that I have no mercy this time. Even if it begs me to stop or change into any of my little bro or sis I got one goal,and it is to kill this thing.). So I remember that I had this 2-3 ft long branch and I pick it up and chase it and when I caught it I was beating it up and I said "when are you going to leave me along". It spoke to me, it said that " it'll leave me alone, and that it'll be around 4-5 pm".

So now when I'm going to get sit on, I know right a way that something is about to happen and I'm all ready, ready to fight this thing. Off course I now have some samurai swords, instead of the log. so when something is coming and in my dream I've already went and got my samurai sword and waiting for it to come. Even thou I get scare fighting this thing. And sometimes it knows that I'm ready for it and it never come near me. And in sometimes I would not go near it too. LOL. And if it comes near, I would tell it that I'm ready to fight you, but I wish not to go that way and that it should not come my way. Sometime it would test me to see how far it can come near me. Then I would unsheath my sword and be ready.

I'm not telling you guys that, I'm cocky or anything like that, I do get scare sometimes, because I can see how big it is and how small it is. When I know that it's a big one I too doubt myself. What happens it I can't beat it. What's going to happen. And sometime it would challenge me and I would back off. and in times it would back off too. Or sometimes I would fight it and beat it down with my sword and I my sword would be all mess up. but it would walk away or I would walk away.

Sometimes you go hanging out with your friend or go to different places and smoking the green stuff or whatever, I believe that you can attract thing(s) with you home. I know this because I got naughty while growing up.

This happened to me in my 18-20yrs. I stop been naughty when I hit my 18th b-day. Anyways I got heavily into volleyball and was loving that sport. I would run from Mt. Airy to Phalan Lake and back home. So this one time I went to Mounds View on the east side. to those who are aware of this place, you know whats' up with that place. My friends, friends wanted us to go to that place to go hang out and play some ball. So when we got there and since i didn't know them too well and I wasn't in the mood to play, cause I had other things in my mind. Anyways I walked to where the Indian mounds were and in between, there's an over view which you can see the river, I'm not going to tell you the exact place where I encountered this. Cause it give me goose bump and bad memories of that day. Anyways I was single and sort of depress cause I stop dating so that I can focuses on my training. Besides when I was naughty I use to bring my ex- girl which I loved a lot. there to walk on the trails, it was also  the place when i asked her out. Anyways I wanted to be alone and went to that overview place. As I was sitting in the grass i was looking into the woods. the wind was dead no breezy, than all of sudden this brush started to shake. At 1st is shook a little and I thought that it was just an animal. Than I brushed it off, the 2nd time it shook a lot harder so I was like W T F. I was like there's no wind blowing and beside I can see right threw the brush. What could it be causing it to do that. By this time it shook a lot more and a lot harder and harder. It was like you go and grab one of the branches and with all your strength and shake it. I was like HELL NO!!!. So I got up and walked back to were my home boys were at. But since I didn't drive there and I didn't want to freak my buddies or make then think like I was crazy. So we stay there until my buddies wanted to leave.

That night I couldn't sleep because when I close my eyes I would see the bush shaking. And something was getting ready to come out and show it self to me. So I was scare to close my eyes. when my eyes were open I feel find, but when I close it, so that I can go to sleep than the vision would come back. Man I was freaking out. I had a bible with me and I was like praying to God to protect me. But that didn't help. And I didn't want to go tell my parents, Cause they might think that i was talking crazy. So I try to deal it myself. But as the night grew darker and darker, I knew something was coming for me, But I didn't know who or what. I got so scare and I even had the good lord book next to me so that I can try to sleep. I knew that if I fall asleep now I might not wake up the next day. I mean I've see drive by shooting and I was not scare of it, cause I don't swing that way.

(What I mean by naughty, was that I only chase after girls and do very bad things but never into any gang related problems. It was pointless fighting your own kind. Hmongs killing each other WHAT THE DUCK. while the white men  laughs at us. If you wanted to prove yourself in the ranks. Than you should go an help our Hmong back in Loas fight our true enemies).
Anyways I'm getting off track here.

I never felt so scare in my life. If there was ever a moment to be scare for my life this was it. So I finally went to my parents room around 1-2 am with the bible in my hand and I was looking yellowish. My mom was like, what's wrong you looking pale. I told my mom what I ran into at the park. And that I can't close my eyes cause something going to come and take me. So my mom went and took out one of those triangle thingy and clipped on my shirt, and got some rock or something like that, and chewed and went to their bedroom door and she spit it out and chanted some word but I was too scare to watch it. After that was done I was able to close my eyes an fall a sleep. And not see that bush shaking. and all that stuff. So that night i slept on the floor in their bedroom for like 2-3 days. LOL a fully grown dude sleeping in his parents room on the floor. LOL. It still scares me when I think about it but not like how it did back then. I don't know what my mom did that night. But yeah I'm ok. I just thought it was strange cause I could never find an example or find any logic for why a bush would do that. Just that bush and all the rest was fine.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 22, 2011, 11:15:21 PM
I use to get sat on too, one time I was too tired to fight it off so I flick it off and I could tell it got mad or something because it squeeze me harder while still on top of me and also that weird sound it was making got louder, I just drifted off to sleep. One time I felt the sensation of it coming so I got up and ran to the light switch but my feet and body was so heavy I was running in slow motion, than I felt a cold hand grab my left shoulder and pulled me back. I would shake it off and than it grab my right shoulder, I shake it off too than it grab my left again, it was as if it was playing with me so I got mad and swung a punch around with my right hand but hit nothing. Our house has a basement so if someone was to run through the house you could hear the thump through out it. I started pounding my every steps hoping someone would hear it and it worked, as soon as I reach the light switch and flick it on my wife came in and she was like  :o "what are you ding?" . . . I was standing in a boxing stance looking back toward the room breathing hard  ::). Ever since, I don't really sleep by myself, and sometime even when my wife is right beside me, it'll even tried to come but I'll just kick her feet and she'll move or something than what ever that thing is stay more away.  ??? weird, strange, yes indeed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on March 22, 2011, 11:21:03 PM
Sorry to say this but we got some horrible writers in here. It wouldn't hurt to write in paragraphs. Having a big blob together with no breaks makes it impossible to read. 

say you what? read writing mine too hard? understand can't you, okay is it.  :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 23, 2011, 01:17:35 AM
Ever since that time I'm more aware of my area and more cautions about going to places.

Here's a fishing story, back in 2002 or 2003. I took one of my Hmong co-worker with me to go catch some white bass at my fishing place. We got there around 5am, and man even when the moon is fully up there. It's dark as heck cause I have to drive though the woods to get to were I want to fish. Well when we got there I was like dude my timing was off, I miscalculate cause normally it takes 1 hrs to get there but since there was no car on the road we got there faster than I planned. And it's gonna be about another hour before the sun starts to shine, and we don't need to be out there too early. So we sat in my car chilling till 6 am and we got your gears out and walked to the river. When we got there the air was quite, the river quite. The moon was full and you can see the shore line, Water dropped down to where you can see a good 3-4 ft out to bottom. It was only me and my co-worker there so we were casting our line out there. About oh 10-15 minutes pass then I hear a big a$$ splash right off the shore to my right side about 50 yard. I could see that the water splash was about a good 5 ft splash, like how you would throw a huge rock and you can see the break of water. the splash was right by the shore so there was only about 2-3 ft of water but the break was about 4-5 ft in the air. So I ask my buddy if he saw what I saw? He said "it's just a beaver" I was trying to be a cool headed guy, but I know this river and there is no beaver here. later the same splash a little bit closer to us now. So I reel my line in and  took my Hmong knife and unsheathe it from my waist. LOL I shined my $60.00 hunting browning flash light over there but saw nothing. I thought that it was a deer cause that place has a lot of deers. Then The fog came in and got thicker and thicker to were my light could only see about 1ft in front of me. Than the splash got closer and closer, and it was about 10-15 yards from me and my buddy. Then i told him hey I think it's time for us to go to walmart and buy some fishing line.

So we pack up and went to my car and drove out of there. When we got out of the woods I was like. Dude W T F was that. So we drove back into town and and stayed in my car and took a short nap. when i awoke it was like 7ish am. So we drove back to the river, cause by now more Hmong people are there already. When we got there my BIL and his bro(s) was there but they were packing up and going somewhere in a hurry. So I was like WTF. Then we saw that there were 2 more Hmong dudes fishing there. so me and my buddy went to fish. I was casting out at the same spot I was while my buddy went to where there splashes was coming from, and fish there. There was this Hmoob dude that was there fishing so that's why he went over there. The hmoob dude that was over by the splash came to fish where i was cause the white bass was hitting were I was. He asked me a weird ? like did we notice anything this morning. I was like uh-no. But I hear him chanting some strange Hmoob lingo. Well we caught about 2 five gal bucket, and called it a day. while we were on the road away from the river. My buddy was like did you hear that OG chanting? I said "yeah, but i don't know what he was saying". And I'm Hmoob too. My buddy told me that those word are the old lingo that the Hmoob use at the funeral only. Those word don't get use outside, unless something happen. I was like dude I think they run into what we ran into this morning.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on March 23, 2011, 02:13:34 PM
 :sleepy2:  These are a bunch of repeating stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on March 25, 2011, 12:21:16 AM
Saki Saki: omg you just freaking made my day, love your stories and your grammar lol, laughing my a$$ off right now. Damm But very interesting story how you and the ghost have this sort of relationship and you both fear each other somewhat lol. Please tell me more, Please
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 26, 2011, 02:01:47 AM
So this happened either on a Friday or Saturday, cause me and my wife was getting ready to have our first kid. My wife was getting closer to her due date and since I worked 1st shift. I didn't want her to be at our house by herself or our self, I'm a wimp when it come to things like this. So we went to sleep at her moms' house for the whole week. Well it didn't take long before something tried to sit on me. Me and my wife slept in the living room, on the sofa ( the one that is like a couch but can be broken down to be a bed, half couch, half bed type thingy). I slept by the wall and my wife slept on the edge, cause woman they need to get up and go use the bathroom, ha ha. That night something came and sat on me, and knowing how it goes. I was like shyt here we go-again. LOL. It tried to sit on me but I fought it, and finally I broke feel, the reason how I broke feel was funny, cause I managed to physically scream out loud. And in my dream I chased what ever it was off the bed, and it ran right into my parent in laws room and dived under their bed. So I woke up and said to myself fk. I'm going to go and get this
S O B from under my parent in laws' bed, cause it just fk up my sleep. Then I stopped, cause I was like Shyt what if I go running into their room and scare the crap out of them. Than what will I tell them, that they have a thingy under their bed. Cause I chased what ever it was into their room!. (Now looking back at it I wonder what will happen if I did go ahead and do that, ha ha). So I said "shyt what ever this thing was I'll deal with it when morning comes".

I laid back down and went to sleep. My wife slept like a log, cause all the commotion I was doing, she didn't even said what's going on... LOL. And when morning came she didn't even notice anything that happened to me that night.. So my MIL woke up and I was up already. Then she asked me what happen last night? Cause she heard me screamed and was going to come and check on us. But than she said "that made be it was nothing". Funny, so I said " something came and sat on me and I was fighting it the whole time, even though it tried to, but I fought it". And it ran into your room and dived underneath your bed. I got up and was going to come running into your room and grab what ever it was out from under the bed but I stopped cause I didn't what to freak you guys out last night.

She got freak out by what I was telling her. Then she told me a story of my FIL back in Laos. How this thingy would follow him around or something like that. I couldn't remember the detail. This happen in Laos, so she was like that's why she never sleeps on his side if the bed, cause one time she did that and she felt a hairy hand touching her or something or she touched a hairy hand. And she got scare. So I'm guessing what ever that thing was...  Well I'll let you guys decide.
Is it a merge coincident that it happen or did it have anything to do with what my MIL told me. After that night I went back home and brought my samurai sowrd over to the in laws place. But nothing happen. LOL

I have some more stories, be back..
Thanks for reading some of my life experiences.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 27, 2011, 12:40:35 AM
This happen way back, In related to the story above. Sorry my time line is off.

We moved in with her parents' for a short term, til we can find our self a home.

we went and looked at a lot of the houses that day. When we( meaning  my wife and her mom) got back and I was tired. And yes me and my wife slept in the basement. My wife and her mom saw this house and wanted to go see it. So I said " I was tired and wanted to go take a nap". So I went to sleep, Just right before I was about to fall a sleep, I saw what it looks like a little meeka boy, 1st he was at the door looking at me. Then he walked right up to or next to my left ear and he started to talk to me. So I talked back to him but I don't remember a single word I said to him. It felted like someone was really there talking to me, I said to myself "who is this little kid and how did he get in here"? Then I felt this pressure, kinda of like when you are about to get sit on. Then I said to myself "oh shyt it's seems like, it wanted to jump in the bed with me". I could feel right away that it was them, and I opened my eyes, I sat up and looked around the room, my heart was beating so fast.  but I saw no meeka kid in there with me, I was alone in the basement. I could see that it was still day light outside, and I could feel my hair standing up. I got out of bed and headed outside, funny cause everyone was outside in the back yard chilling.

(So I guess you can say that one of it's form, it can change into was a meeka kid).

I think that back in the old days when I use to get sit on, and me fighting it and finally did something. It sort of gave me some courage that I too can fight it and not be too scare of them.

Here's a saying, it goes like: when you sleep, you should always sleep with your feet facing the door entrance. So your head is always looking at the door, cause your spirit can see who is coming and going out of the room. I kinda see the point cause that's how I always sleep, and that's how I can sense it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 27, 2011, 02:03:34 AM
Okay here's one, I'm not gonna go into too much detail,
Not a scary one but an usual  life experiences.

This is from my own personal dairy:

So this happened when my FIL passed away. And in the process his truck was sold to one of their relatives. My FIL came to me in a dream, he said " he came to visit his house and his truck, but when he got there he didn't see his truck. And was wondering if I knew where it went to". I said '" well your truck was sold". he said " to who". I said " to one of your relative". but I couldn't tell him who bought his truck, all I could say was the daughter's name but not the father's name. Then he kinda of got mad that his truck was sold. Then I woke up to a major pain in my chest.

At first you know how the OG's are and their beliefs. So I was like W T F. are you kidding me. This can't happen to me cause I'm just the S I L. I call myself the jungle son in law. translated that  in Hmoob.

I've heard stories like when a close family moves on and they need something, they'll come into your dreams and tell you things or want you to do something for them.
I was freaking out and in a lot, I mean a lot of pain cause I've never experienced anything like it. This happened around 4-5 am and my wife was sleeping like a pamper kid. I told her that I'm in a lot of pain, but as always she slept without even as much as to look at me or see what is happening to me. LOL. So I got out of bed and went into the living room, and was rolling on the floor like I was dying or something.. Ha ha. Around 6am I called my mom and told her my dreams and she told me to call my MIL, to ask who the relative's name, who bought the car.. So I called my MIL and told her about it and she told me the name. And also for me to do this by by or something like that to my FIL.( To those who knows what I trying to say here, I can't find the right words explain it) I told my MIL that I don't get it! So while I was on the phone with my MIL, she told me to repeat what she said. But right after she had said all those stuff, the pain was like, it disappear. After some more pains down the road I finally went to the ER. and found out that I had gallstone.. LOL and yes I no longer have my gall bladder.  
Just thought that it was strange.

B T W is this page dead or something... I seems to be the only one here writing stories LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on March 27, 2011, 03:28:19 AM
Good stories Saki. You got any fishing, hunting, dragon drowning or more shape shifting stories?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2011, 12:19:49 AM
Yo,
I got a few water story, I don't know if it's Zaj or just encounter of the unknown.

1st story: This took place long ago, it was a hot day, so me my friends and his wife. We went to Phalan Lake to go swimming. 1st of all I can't swim. I knida do but if my feet ain't touching the ground I'll go belly up, LOL. so you can say that I can't swim, period. So we got to the lake and if you ever been to a swimming area and see that it's block by a yellow rope. So that, if you can't swim don't go beyond the rope. That's deep water, but it was only about up to your waist. I'm about 5' 5" tall.
So we were playing tag and chasing one another within the yellow rope. There was a lot of ppl there and also 1 life guard was on duty that day.

Here's the strange part, one of my friend(a) was it, and was chasing the other friend(B). I saw that my friend (c) had swam up to the yellow rope and I decided to swim there. As I was swimming there,I felt this very strange feeling and I stop and stood up in the water and looked towards my friend (c). He was looking at me, like he has seen a ghost. I mean his eyes were as big as an owl. I ran/ jump towards him and said "what happen" he told me that when he was swimming towards the rope he felt like someone tried to grab his wrist/hand.
Then he stood up and look at what ever it was. He said " it was a little girl, and it was like someone or thing was dragging her away from him and the little girl tried to grab him". I said " hell no, are you shyting me"!.

By this time all my friends had swam towards us. And (c) told them what happened. So all my friends stop doing what ever they were doing and we all jumped out of the water, and went to the beach. I said to my friend (c) that he needs to report this to the life guard. He say " you kidding me, they might think that I'm crazy or something". I said " shyt, what are we going to do than". What if it was true and someone just died. At least we try to tell an adult, and if it was false then it's okay. But he was too scare to even think about it, he said to me that it felt like a dream and that it was not true, it can't be true. Then his wife said " you better go and tell the life guard was you saw". We were still auguring, than out of no where the life guard blew her whistle and demanded everyone out of the water. By this time I was freaking out and said " holy shyt, is this really happening". The life guard was calling a name but no one answered. So she had some one dialed 911. and told all the grown ups to hold hands and they started walk back an forth in the water.

This was the 1st time I ever saw this and hopefully that I will never ever see this again. As they were doing that I could hear the siren of the police, ambulance and fire trucks wailing towards the lake. I saw ppl diving under water trying help with the search. I saw the fire ppl pulling out their inflatable boats and gears and rowed out to  the lake. We all watched this for a good long time in hopes that they could find a body or this kid shows up out of no where. After a while I was like dude I think we need to go, cause I don't wanna see a dead body. So we all left, After that day I never wanted to go swimming in that lake. This lake is well known for it's drowning of ppl. OG's said " that there's a Zaj livivng in the water". I personally don't know how many, but it's a lot of hmoob ppl that drowned there, but yet I still see a lot of hmoob ppl go swimming there too. Anyways everytime some hmoob drown there the OG's would look into it, and say that the Zaj took them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2011, 12:55:58 AM
Story 2: Til this day I can not find and explanation.

This was at a river. I'm not going to say the name of this river. Anyways it was summer and the water went down, way down that ppl can walk into the middle of it and stand there and fish. So my friends and their big brother, they all went into the middle of the river, I was scare to do that so I stayed at the river bank and cast out my line. Trying to catch some carp or anything. As I was standing there I noticed to my right side that there was this very bright green color in the water. The sizes of this thing was no longer then 3-4 inches and it was like about 3-4 steps from the shore. if you were to step into the water it would been like one half of a half of your calve.

The green color was like almost green but it looked like a fish and some what not. To me, it felt like it wanted me to reach my hand into the water and pick it up. Okay this river also has dog fish. If you ever saw one it's kinda greenish mix black. But this green blob had no head or tail. It was like sitting there or floating there. I was like WTF is that. I pick up a small rock and threw it right into the blob, but it didn't move, I picked up a small twig and threw it there too. But nothing happen. I was like what it that thing. I was going to stick my hand into the water and try to see if i can pick it up.

Then it hit me, I was like,  I better not do that. I hear stories on ppl  fishing and drowning without making any splashes of water. Like they just went an poof, gone.
Just like that.
I scared myself out. LOL so I didn't bother to pay any more attention to it. About 3-5 minutes passed and all my friends and their brother came back to the shore. I told my friends' older brother that I saw something strange in the water while they were all gone. As I started to point to where that green color was. I looked and it was gone, just like that, I mean were could it swam off. Then I thought to myself. Holy crap did I just encounter a Zaj's trick or was I seeing things.
Even til this day I said to myself, I'm one lucky SOB. What if I stuck my hands down that day, in that time and no one was around me. What would of happen to me.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on March 28, 2011, 01:16:19 AM
damm that Phalen story was scary azz hell. out of all the drowning stories i've heard, never have i heard anything about the drowning victim reaching out to try n grab the living. whhoooo, creeps. man if i saw a green thing in the water like that, i would've grabbed it or poke it with the fishing pole. now i learned not to. tell me more....any bigfoot stories?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2011, 01:22:41 AM
3rd story: I just found this out last week

So I brought some old, old photos of my cousins. The photo was taken at a zoo, and me and my cousin was riding this plane. I was putting these photo up but I didn't have anymore room in my house to hang it. Okay I still have some room, but my wife wouldn't let me anymore. So I brought it over to my parents house. My parents saw that pix of me and my cousin on that plane and my mom told me that, Zaj took him many years ago. i said to myself, I've heard this story before. But I forgot all about it. Anyways when this happen he was a fully grown man and the way he drowned was weird. So the families went on a pick nick and there was this lake. Everyone was having fun. (I don't remember the whole story). So it went like this every one went home. When the family got home they were like, where's( I'm not going to say his name) and everyone was like ain't he with you guys? So they called up the family member and asked where he is. Some say that they saw him in the lake with every one else. So the family went back to the lake and look for him, but he was no where to be found. They called the police and the police went to look for him cause they think that he drowned. Well it was like 2-3 days later when his body was found. It was weird that a fully grown man just out of no where, poof, gone and no one knew where he was at that time. Everyone left him not even known where he was, or who he went home with. I heard that he was a collage grad too.

I remember him when we were little kids and grown up together and then they moved far far away into a new state and I was still here in Minnesota. Man the reality is starting to hit me now.  I just lost a cousin here in the US.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2011, 02:05:55 AM
Sorry to say, but I've not encounter any big foot thingy,

But I do have another strange fishing story.
So this took place at T. Island here in Minnesota on county 10 in Hasting. That night a bunch of us guys wanted to go catch some big cat fish. I mean those cats were big a$$ heck. You have to tie down your rod, otherwise it'll be gone and since it dark over there. you can not tell if you got a hit or not and if you go check your pole and it's gone, HA ha. That's when you know that you just got a hit. LOL. Anyways a long story short. that night something came to visit us. It was dark in the woods and since we got there late we didn't have a fire going but only our head lights, and flash lights. We did have a little fire going but not enough woods. So all of a sudden we all heard what was like a baby crying or a bird crying in the woods. It started far away from us then it got closer and closer. Dude I was about to piss in my pants the night. (I think I know why it happened. Cause when a bunch of the guys were there, they were making all sorts of noise.) I told them to pipe down when they were getting too rowdy. Some of these dudes were a bunch of a$$ hole. (After that night I told myself that I'll never go fishing with a bunch of penis heads).
So the crying was getting closer to us and was like 30-40 yrds to our left. then it went back into the woods and came back. I took out my Hmoob nife and was ready to do, what I had no idea what I was think at that time, getting ready to piss in my pants..LOL and those dam penis heads was getting ever more louder. I finally got piss and said" why don't you penis heads shut the Fk up". And they all shut up. Then I asked my best friend if he's hearing what I was hearing. he said yeah, but it's just a bird. I thought to myself yeah, he's right it's probably a bird. Then that thing was like right behind our car and I was getting ready to crap my pants by now. Then it went farther and farther away from us and that was it. I looked at my watch and it was 3 am, i said to myself "Bird!!, why would a bird be up this late of a night, and it sounded like a baby crying and it sounded it a bird".  So my other grown up friend started his car and turn on the head light and we went to find wood for our fire. Man we made a bond fire that night and when morning came we all took off out of that wood. I've never been back to that place since. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on March 28, 2011, 07:42:26 AM
saki saki.. we are reading.  O0

Those things do take on forms of anything or any beings.

My aunt has one that still follows her till this day. Her hsb had left for work when she heard a knock on the door. She got up to go open it and there was no one there. She went back to bed and about 30 mins later she heard someone walk down the hall. She glanced over at the door and saw her hsb. She was in a dream like state and drift off again. Everyday after that it will come to her in her hsb's form but she was look at his back, it was a white guy's back. They ua neeb and found out she went caught it from this place and asked her  if she had been there and she said yes! she did go there and that she felt weird but didn't think any of it. The sha-man sent him back and she stop having those episodes. However she did get another visit some 15yrs later.  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on March 28, 2011, 11:17:14 AM
Story 2: Til this day I can not find and explanation.

This was at a river. I'm not going to say the name of this river. Anyways it was summer and the water went down, way down that ppl can walk into the middle of it and stand there and fish. So my friends and their big brother, they all went into the middle of the river, I was scare to do that so I stayed at the river bank and cast out my line. Trying to catch some carp or anything. As I was standing there I noticed to my right side that there was this very bright green color in the water. The sizes of this thing was no longer then 3-4 inches and it was like about 3-4 steps from the shore. if you were to step into the water it would been like one half of a half of your calve.

The green color was like almost green but it looked like a fish and some what not. To me, it felt like it wanted me to reach my hand into the water and pick it up. Okay this river also has dog fish. If you ever saw one it's kinda greenish mix black. But this green blob had no head or tail. It was like sitting there or floating there. I was like WTF is that. I pick up a small rock and threw it right into the blob, but it didn't move, I picked up a small twig and threw it there too. But nothing happen. I was like what it that thing. I was going to stick my hand into the water and try to see if i can pick it up.

Then it hit me, I was like,  I better not do that. I hear stories on ppl  fishing and drowning without making any splashes of water. Like they just went an poof, gone.
Just like that.
I scared myself out. LOL so I didn't bother to pay any more attention to it. About 3-5 minutes passed and all my friends and their brother came back to the shore. I told my friends' older brother that I saw something strange in the water while they were all gone. As I started to point to where that green color was. I looked and it was gone, just like that, I mean were could it swam off. Then I thought to myself. Holy crap did I just encounter a Zaj's trick or was I seeing things.
Even til this day I said to myself, I'm one lucky SOB. What if I stuck my hands down that day, in that time and no one was around me. What would of happen to me.




coon rapids dam LMAO

and yes I quoted.. bite me  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on March 28, 2011, 11:24:55 PM
My sister has this ghost who comes in her dreams and transforms into her husbands lil brother. Then he would always try  to seduce my sister by saying that no one is around to see and no one will find out. It seems so real and she is so scared of it that when her husbands real lil brother come over, she don't even say hi to him.

There are lots of drowning in the San Joaquin river in Fresno. Just 2 years ago, a high school Hmong boy drowned there. Scary thing was my cousin and us were fishing in The San Joaquin river that day but never found out until we came home. Turns out the dead boy went to the same school as my cousin who went fishing with us. What's more scary is that we almost crossed the rushing river so we can go fish on the other side of the bridge, which was where he drowned. Thank god we couldn't make it the bridge due to extremely rushing currents and to much vegetation on the sides.

The boy came from a farming family and they usually farm late into the night. One late night of farming, the boy saw some Paw Xooj (Hmong witch, can't spell). He ran to tell his parents but they called him a liar and said he was lazy so he's just making excuses. They never jingle belles for him. Well on the day of the drowning, him and his big bro took a farm break and went to the store. He asked his older bro if they can go swimming at the river before farm since it was super hot that day. Though their family weren't great swimmers, his older bro said sure cause they been farming to hard.
So he brought the little snorkeling goggles + mouth tube, and they both went to chill at the river. They were Snorkeling in waist high water and I guess he wasn't keeping track of his lil bro due to constant dipping head in water to snorkel. From what I heard. He saw his lil bros body in the deeper water, but it wasn't even rushy. He tried to go grab him but he couldn't swim himself. So I guess he screamed for help. Someone finally got him but couldn't revive him. Maybe he choked on water while breathing thru the snorkel tube. Yea and that day we were just 300 feet or so up stream.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2011, 11:38:03 PM
Holy crap, dude

Do I know you some how?

I've only told this story to a few of my friends, other than my family. How did you know, that it was coon rapid?

Let me guess: are you the one that told me this- So one night you came home and saw this white thingy sleeping in front of your porch. You got freak out and went to the back door to get into your house.
Or are you the one that, that night we went to go cat fishing, and I was eating this KFC chicken, and we almost died- that night. LOL cause you were driving and we didn't realize that we had gotten to the T-intersection, but we didn't think that we were at that spot yet. The road was very, very dark that night for some reason. And when I saw that stop sign I yelled at you and you slammed the breaks and we went head on into this trench.LOl. We tried to push it out of the trench but we couldn't do it. And these 2 meekas drove by from the casino and gave us a lift back into town, and we had to call a tow truck. So when the tow truck came and took us back to your car,there was a trooper there already. Anyways we were talking to the trooper and said "why don't the city put up marker so that other ppl coming down this road knows that there's a stop sign up there". And the trooper said " this is not the city's property, but the Indian land, city can not tell them what to do. And the city knows that this is a dangerous intersection". He also told us that a few ppl died here, cause they fail or didn't realize that the stop was here. Some drove right into the bank and died, one drove right into the bank and up an over into the woods.

I was just wondering?  So tell me a story that I might know from you.LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 29, 2011, 12:19:17 AM
Dude that's so fk up about the thingy that turned into her hubby's  little brother. I would be freaking out. Did she tell her hubby that she has this nightmare?

Since I'm talking about coon rapid dam. I heard this, I'm like 2 hand teller. So my BIL's bro went to the dam to fish. There were a lot of ppl that day and there was these 2 hmoob dudes that was fishing close to the dam. I can't explain it cause you have to see it for your self. Back in the days I use to fish in that very spot, and the rise and fall of the water was very memorizing, you just like fell into a trance looking at it. But if you lose your footing, than that was it of you, If you fall you die cause there are under tows like a washing machine.

Anyways this one dudes was fishing there and some how he fell into the water, his other friend was screaming for help and everyone was like WT F's going on. The friend didn't think twice at that time and jumped right into the water to help his friend that went under, and they both died. And since the current was too strong for the divers to go and get the 2 bodies they really didn't do anything. Anyways my BIL's bro were there at that time but they were more down the river. They didn't really know what was happening, but they heard him screaming for help. then later, found out what real happen cause there were a lot of ppl who was there at that time. This was in the news paper back then. When I heard the story I asked him about it but he didn't what to talk. I can see why.
So the park put up a 6 ft chain link fence from were the 2 dudes drowned all the way to the rocky bank, well you have to see it cause I don't know how far it went.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 29, 2011, 12:51:37 AM
I heard this from a friend, from another friend.

It goes like this- they were at the park playing volleyball and the ball flew out of the court and into the stream behind them, but the stream had some tall grasses. So this dude went to retrieve the ball- this is the strange part. Everyone saw him walking there, and waited for the ball to be thrown at them or him coming back with the ball. They waited and it seems like he was not coming back so they went to see what is going on. But they didn't see him, there was no splashes or yelling for help.
Or any sign. He couldn't run off, cause if he did that then everyone would of seem him. but they saw the volleyball floating in the stream. They called the police, I don't know what happen after this. But I think this happened at the lake I was talking about, that a lot of hmoob ppl drown there. Man that lake is dangerous. Ppl be drowning there and the water would be like 2-4 ft. Now think about it. 2-3 ft deep and still drown. Only thing I could think of is. Zaj.. Well a lot of hmoob knows that, that lake is weird and has some hidden truth. Hmoob ppl be claiming that when they go walking around that lake, they been seeing Zaj's head or a person standing out in the lake, early in the morning. or a person coming out of the water. White ppl don't believe us when we be talking about Zaj and ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 29, 2011, 10:50:14 AM
I just remembered this one, I want to write this before I forget.
Here we go. This happened in my own house. I'm still living here. 1st of all my wife don't really believe in things. Years ago my wife was telling me that she hears like little kids running in the hall ways, and had though that our son was running. And she would call his name and when she came out to go see where he is, He was in the other living room watching T.V. So I told my wife that oh- it's just your mind playing tricks on you. Soon I stated to hear foot steps running in the house. I too yelled for my son and to find that he was in the other room watching T.V.
My son was about 2-3yrs old back then.
 
One morning I was taking a shower and my son was watching T.V. Now I slightly close the door but had a gap so that I can hear him if he needs anything. Cause it's just me and him in the house. So I had shampoo in my hair and was washing it off me, I had my eyes close and in the middle of washing my hair, The room kinda got cold it felt like my son came in the bathroom, cause you can feel the air changing when the door open. I felt that he had yanked the shower curtain while I was washing my hair. I screamed his name out load, cause now the room is going to be all wet. Then I opened my eyes, just to find that the shower curtain was not even touch. my hair shot up and I quickly rinse myself and got out of the shower and stated calling my sons name. I went to the other room just to find that he's a sleep on the floor watching T.V.

Then a couple of days later me and my sons was in the room watching T.V. I was laying on the sofa and I hear like little feet running in the hall, I called for my son and I though that he was running to the other living room. I opened me eyes just to see that he fell a sleep on the floor. So I got up and made a quick bed on the floor and put him. Then I stated to fall a sleep on the sofa. In my dream like. (To be truthful to you guys out there, I don't know much about culture and stuff like that).
So I dreamed that I was talking to this little kid, and I went and got this small bowl of rice and some meat I don't remember what meat was it and those thingy you burn along with it. And I open my patio doors and placed the food outside and told the kid to go out there and eat the food and not to come back into the house. The kid went outside and I closed the door behind him... My dreams felt so real, and I was scare as heck. Then I woke up and said "Dam that was was a weird dream". I was going to go and do that,  but was scare if I opened the door and it came back inside.LOL. After that dream I didn't hear anymore running in the hall.
Strange...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 29, 2011, 12:50:35 PM
I hate sleep paralysis (where you get sat on & can see yourself trying to escape, then BAMMM you’re still stuck in the same place.)  

One time I got sat on and I heard the sounds of the coins on hmong clothes jingling. It scared the wits out of me. 
i hate to see shadows standing nearby when I get sat on, they would stand there and stare at me so I tend to close my eyes.
   
Another time that I got sat on I distinctively heard an infant baby crying inside my ear canal. I swear it was so clear that I knew it wasnt my 1yr. toddler because she cries differently and sounded much older than an infant.  It seems that I will only encounter these sleep paralysis when my Bf is not sleeping next to me, I think having him there makes me feel more protected  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 29, 2011, 01:06:11 PM
Also, there are these cats around my Bf’s apartment building. One cat is grey and very huge but this cat tends to stay at our back neighbor’s front door. Then there is the wondering Black cat that stays at different areas.  There is also an organge/black cat that stays on the front door step of the neighbor that lives in front of our apartment.  Every time we come home from the stores at night and I have my daughter with me, as soon as these cats see my daughter they will start coming forth towards her. I have this creepy feeling, like these cats want my baby. I would always yell at the cats once they get close to her or I will stomp my feet and try to scare them away.

As soon as these cats scatter, they wait for us to get closer to our apartment door then they make a quick scurry to my daughter. Man, my heart would pound so hard and I get so angry I go towards the cats and scare them away. This always happen, sometimes they come after my daughter when they all spot her at the same time, if only one of the cats is there than that cat will try to come forth and approach my kid. To me, I feel like this is awkward because once they see my car pull up and my kid is out the car, one of these cats will run towards my car and glide under a parked car next to mine and wait for us to walk ahead and it’ll come forth behind my daughter. 
The neighbor kids would play outside but these cats always stay clear out of their way, but when it comes to my child they want to follow her and run up  behind her (which scares me when they run towards her when her back is turned to them).

 I never have a good feeling when a stray comes along and just stare at me. My parents never let us get close to cats because they said that these animals are not for us to befriend but to just let it be. Why is it so that the hmong people uses stuff toy dogs as guardians but never a cat? Maybe to chase away evil which can be a “cat.†I don’t know, im just curious..i also know that cats can be a good omen but most of the time they are not.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 29, 2011, 01:26:55 PM
About the Zaj stories, my Hmong teacher told us that back in laos when kids drown and their body turns up, it seems that their two front teeth are missing. He says that it’s a signature of the Zaj to tell the people that it was the dragon who took their soul.  He says that every kid that drowns will always have their two front teeth missing. CREEPY. :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on March 29, 2011, 01:41:44 PM
About the Zaj stories, my Hmong teacher told us that back in laos when kids drown and their body turns up, it seems that their two front teeth are missing. He says that it’s a signature of the Zaj to tell the people that it was the dragon who took their soul.  He says that every kid that drowns will always have their two front teeth missing. CREEPY. :o

never heard of that one be4, but creepy azz hell. About the cats, damm i would catch one of those cats and kill it right in front of the other cats to show em that you aint F'kin around so they wont follow ur daughter anymore. I heard this Hmong guy once caught a cat and put it inside his dog cage so his put bull tore that shlt up
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on March 29, 2011, 01:44:17 PM
Evil spirits mostly takes on the form of cats in the Hmong culture. At this very moment, there are two cats that have been roaming around my place. One is a grayish/black cat that's been around since before December. Lately there's a new yellowish cat that's coming around as well. I never have any good feelings about cats that all of the sudden just appears and roams around my place. I have had encounters with them before in Cali that put more eerie feelings in me.

I don't want to shoot them, but I can if I chose to. I decided to do them in with radiator coolant. So far the bowl I put out is half empty so I know they've been around to drinking it. There are no dogs where I live...I've been living at my place for over 4 years now and this is the first time I've seen cats around.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 29, 2011, 01:53:23 PM
gawmp
thats a good one with, i would've never thought of using radiator fluid

maybe milk laced with rat poison or sumthing
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on March 29, 2011, 02:01:00 PM
Dirty

they say coolants will acidify the blood and destroys the kidneys. Within 30 minutes of consumption the feline will e in a drunken state and that could last for hours to come. When that settles down, the acidification begins and the kidney will start to fail. If the owner knows when the feline is still in that drunken state, all they have to do is make the feline drunk with alcohol to wait it out....that's if the owner can determine the cause and treat it...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on March 29, 2011, 02:23:43 PM
gawmp..

 We started having cats around my house too. They use to cry outside and it will sound like real babies crying.  :o They will fight among each other and just last week, one of the cats has been climbing to the top of my neighbors house. No fail when I go out after dusk do I see it sitting there looking down at me. It's too dark to tell which cat but it's something like a cat up there.

The radiator fluid didn't work. My husband set a whole bowl out and it just end up drying out. I'm a bit ok now with them now that it's warmer b/c they will keep the snakes away. (I hope)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on March 29, 2011, 02:52:56 PM
thehotone - If I was you I would do anything to keep them away or to get rid of them. In my experience, cats have always been bad omen. Before my dad passed, there were a ton of cats out of the blue that would come around our place at night. During the day, they would all be gone. When the sun sets is when you start seeing them coming around. After almost 1 year of this, my dad passed and believe it or not...allt eh cats aren't anywhere to be found after his passing...bad omen is all what  cats are...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cuute on March 29, 2011, 03:19:59 PM
This happen when my husband and I still live an apartment where there is no backyard, only a cemented patio only. Well, I had a miscarriage that day, by the way the baby was almost 2 months when I miscarried, and my mom says in our hmong culture we have to buried the baby in our backyard, I don't know why?...but my husband and I did what my mom and dad say. We have to do it in front of our apartment door becuase we didn't have a backyard.

So that night my husband and I slept in the living room because we were watching movie and happen to fall alseep there. It was around midnight when we both heard cats crying really loud! My husband woke up and look through that little hole on the door and saw 3 cats surrounding that little burial where we burried the baby earlier. It was scary to me cus it seems like they were all mourning there.

Ps..i have to type from my iphone so it was kinda hard i didnt really get to go into details...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on March 29, 2011, 03:45:57 PM
cuute - that's scary especially when they are just standing there meowing...thin king about it sends chills up my spine...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 29, 2011, 05:21:24 PM
cuute- thats pretty scary, sorry to here about your miscarriage

did it only happen that night?
did you ever find out why our hmong culture does that, cause this is the first i have heard of it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cuute on March 29, 2011, 05:51:32 PM
cuute- thats pretty scary, sorry to here about your miscarriage

did it only happen that night?
did you ever find out why our hmong culture does that, cause this is the first i have heard of it?

After that incident, we don't sleep in the living room anymore and yes sometimes we still hear them but as long as its not next by our wall then i wouldn't care. And we move out a month after...

I did ask my mom why we gotta do that at that time but she just say it's a must!
Thanx for asking tho...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 29, 2011, 06:18:28 PM
1: About the Zaj- that's the first time I've ever heard about the 2 front teeth. I don't know if the Hmoob ppl that drown here in the US look at that. Unless they are not telling.
 2: This is a first about the miscarriage, why would you go and do that. Correct me if I'm wrong, if the fetus is only 2 months old and haven't been giving a name.
I still don't get it. Did you go to the dr. to remove the fetus or did you have the unborn fetus at your app.
3: And the coolant about the cats, I do believe that it's wrong to do that.
 
When I first moved into my house I too had cats around my place, I don't know if its a stray cat, but it was meowing on my front door, so I open it and was going to shoo it away, it wanted to come inside my house. So I slapped the cat on the head. and the cat ran off. After that my hair shot up and I was like what if it was more then a cat and I slapped, then I went back into the house. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 29, 2011, 06:49:39 PM
Just remember this one too.
It was told to me by my mom by our (I was little and I don't know if they were our cousin or just ppl my parents knew back in Laos). All I know is that I'll call them grandma, you know when you were little you would told to kinda call the elder grandma/grandpa. This happened at our old neighborhood (Plaza in St. Paul), we moved out off there a long, long time ago. But they were still living there. So one night some of the ppl living there, there was a rotten smell in the air. This happen in the winter so there's snow on the ground.
This one OG and he was kinda not 100% in the head, came to my OG and said that last night the air smelled like soap, but my OG new that it smelled like rotten flesh that night. So all the OG 's living there went to go look out side. They found some foot print, in the middle there was a prints of a tiger/ lion, and on each side there was 2 little pairs of print on each side of the tiger print. So there was 3 unknown prints, and the OG followed and it went to the manger's place and around the corner and disappeared. They went and told the manger about it and I don't know what happen after that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lazy E on March 29, 2011, 08:04:20 PM
I thought it was a dream but my mom brought it up a couple days ago when my parents were talking about certain apartments that were haunted. When i was a kid, we lived in merced, CA. in a small apartment with lots of hmong people. It was a hot sunny day that day. I was hungry from playing outside so i came inside for lunch. my mom made me some noodles and i sat in the living room and she went back into the bedroom to watch tv. at that time, it was only me and my mom. their bedroom faces the living room and part of the kitchen which is to their right, the front door was to the left. i was sitting and facing part of the door, eating my noodles. i dont remember exactly how this went but from what i remembered, the door was slightly open for some fresh air but my mom said the door was closed. she said that the door just flung open when that happened. anywase, i remembered i glanced up and saw, what look liked my dad, came walking in through the front door, walked straight into the kitchen, didnt even glance at me or my mom, and completely vanished. as a kid then, i didnt know what was happening nor did i felt scared, just confused. up till the other day, when my mom told that to my dad, i kept on retelling it in my head what i saw if it was real. now that ive some back up evidence, i was sure it was a ghost. not because of that encounter that i believe in ghost but just to say, thats the only explanation i have.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lazy E on March 29, 2011, 08:33:23 PM
this is another tale of mine that happened a couple years ago. We now live in portland, OR after we moved from merced over ten years ago. this is a small apartment complex that we live in. back when there used to be lots of hmong living here, the little kids would play in the back dirt road around these trees and black thorn bushes. now, these tree branches would almost touch the ground and if you go underneath it, you'll discover a little hideout, guess thats why they play there all the time. until most of them moved away, the kids would alwase say that there is a little girl that would call to them from within the thorn bush but we told them they were just thinking so. well, it was in the morning after the rain from the other day, the dirt road was all puddles and no cars has come through there yet. me and my friend was sitting by his front steps when my little sisters and some other kids came running up to us telling what they saw. we rushed to the back and was lead to a puddle that was in front the the bush. we look down at it and saw, to my disbelief, a set of two little PERFECT hand prints in the mud. the puddle was not stirred in any way. the water was clear and around the prints we saw like some cat paw prints. the hand print was facing us and to be in that direction, you have to step on the thorns to do so. no little kids even my sisters hands were that small, for u to imagine i say about 1 and a half inch long. normally, your palms has lines, which these didn't. then i didnt think of taking some picture of it cause we were all scared. seeing that made us believed there was something living around there when the other kids kept saying there was. sorry if my story sounds like a mess but its true as it can be.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1txojsia on March 29, 2011, 09:38:41 PM
Long time ago back in Laos, there was a young couple and their son. One day they were out working in the fields, they left there toddler son in the little farm house cause from where they were gardening wasn’t too far from the farm house. There was also a little lake/pond/river not too far away. When the parents lift their head to check on the son, he was gone. They looked everywhere but the son was no where to be found.

2-3 days later the toddler’s body showed up on the edge of the lake. They did the funeral and on the way to burying the son, the father told everyone to return home once they reach the burial site. No matter what he do, no one should interfere.

After everyone headed home, the father took a sword and cut the son’s body into 9 pieces and buried each piece on 9 mountains. That night Zaj came to retrieve his zaj son (Father zaj had his own son replace the young man’s son so the couple would think that the son really died.) Zaj destroyed one mountain to find only 1 piece so he must destroy 8 other mountains to get all of his son’s pieces back. But the think is that Shao won’t allow Zaj to destroy the other 8 mountains so when Zaj tried destroy the other 8, Shao would strike Zaj w/ thunder which can kill Zaj.

So with no other ways to get Zaj’s son back, Zaj went into the young man’s dream and beg for his son back and Zaj would return his son to him. Zaj told the man where he could find his son. Next day the young man went digging through 9 mountains to retrieve the Zaj’s son’s pieces and returned them to Zaj. The man went to the place where Zaj said he would find his son and WALLAH!! There was his son.

The end!!

Such a brave man to risk chopping up the body.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cuute on March 29, 2011, 11:15:30 PM
Saki: I have no idea either! I was only doing it cus my mom and dad told me to do it. I was bleeding and cramping heavily that day so she just told me to let it pass naturally. I have no medical insurance at that time so I didn't bother going the ER.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 30, 2011, 01:31:05 AM
Wow, I really think that, that was the strangest thing I've ever heard. Or heard it done ever.LOL. From what I just heard from you, I think that back in the old, old days, that's what our OG's did. When they had miscarriages, so I think that's why your parents told you to do that.    

I know that it was a long time ago but I'm glad that you're doing well.

When I was younger my old man loved to fish white a$$es. LOL. So he'll take me to go to the (Hmong River). It's call the St, Croix River. LOL yes the river was re-named the Hmong River cause between mid April to end of May. All you see is the hmong ppl there fishing for them white a$$es. Anyways that day was raining like every year around those months, a lot of hmoobs there fishing.

It was kinda cold with the rains and all. I see ppl in their shorts and dipping in the warm water and fishing from within the water. I was standing on the shore fishing, I saw a big human like shadow, swimming about knee high water. Of course my height as of now.  I was thinking about it, but I could not figure it out. The strange thing was if it was a real person you would of seen him paddle with his feet, arms or what ever. But what I saw was like it was gliding in the shallow water, away from my left to my right. along the shore line. So I thought that maybe some hmoob decided to go swimming. Funny thing was I couldn't make out any detail but just a big human like shadow gliding in the water. And the shadow wasn't like going slow, it was kinda fast. I got about 3-4-5 seconds of it. Then it went out of my view. I was too young to understand this. So I just went on and cast my line to catch some more a$$es.
Strange.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on March 30, 2011, 10:52:22 AM
saki - I don't know you. I only knew it was coon rapids cause you talk about how the water gets shallow and hmong people would walk to the middle of the river. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chummy on March 30, 2011, 04:39:14 PM
coon rapids dam is freaky as heck... i remember walking thru that little wooded area to get to the dam and its loud and scary and dark. No more night fishing there for me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 31, 2011, 12:37:43 AM
Okay I just remember this one.
This was a hunting trip. Not scary but I think my eyes were playing tricks on me.

So the week after the opener for small games. I couldn't go on the opener, I had something I had to take care of first.
I've been hunting with my FIL for about 3-4 yrs in this area. This is the area were we both go hunting, back when he was still healthy. I mean we'll go almost every weekend and even up to deer hunting season. So I been all over that hunting area from the camping ground to all the hill tops and back. We'll still go and scout for deer tracks, to deer season and we'll go hunting for deers too. Until he got very sick and couldn't go anymore. My FIL pass on about 2-3 yrs now. I haven't been hunting since my FIL pass on.

Up till, about a years ago, me and my friends went hunting and when we got there it was almost sun rise, just like when me and my FIL back then.LOL. We all went into the woods. Since a few of them didn't know the area I had to lead them. One of my friend have been there, but he couldn't remember the area. So I took all of them to were I hunt. I asked the one that have been there a couple of time, if he kinda remember this place yet.

After awhile he started to remember. So he went off by himself. I told him that around this, time we all come back to the big rock, if you get lost come back here and radio us. And  to regroup, before we head back to camp. So it was just me and a new guy. The others went their own ways. After a while I told the new guy that let's kinda split up but be within 30-50yrd apart. That way we can see squirrel better. And that we don't lose each other too. So the whole time I was there I felt as though someone was watching me. I kept seeing a dark figure on the corner of my eyes. If you hunt, you know what I mean by this. When you calling them squirrel with the caller you don't want to turn your head fast from side to side. So I was only moving my eyes from side to side.

So I moved my eyes to the right, I though I saw a black figure looking at me from a far. I got spook and turned my whole head to the right. And saw nothing. It was not all the time but once in awhile I'll see the figure again. Either to my right or left view. That whole day I didn't see anything. So we all radio each other to meet up at the big rock and regroup and eat lunch there. Some of my friend told me they got a few lucky ones. I told them I haven't seen a single squirrel. LOL. After we all ate we decided that it was still a lot of lights left and that we should go and hunt some more before we head back to camp.

Any ways we all departed and went our ways. Cause by know my friends kinda knew how to navigate the area. I mean you can not get lost at the place I hunt. If you are in doubt you just go back to the main road. And head back and you'll be at the big rock. So I went my own way and I was calling them critters on the caller. I heard some of them but I couldn't get near them or they'll see me and hide. About 20-30 yrds, I finally got a good aim on one of them, I pulled the trigger and my gun jammed, Shyt I got a dungt bullet. So I cocked the bullet out and I shot the critter. I though I saw it fell to the ground and was sure I hit the right spot. So I walked to the spot and I didn't see the critter. I was like WTF. I was looking high and low for it. Then I thought I saw a figure to my right side again. By this time I took off my glasses and look at them to see if I caught some twigs or something was hanging on them. But nothing was there. that whole day I didn't get anything LOL. Failed that day for me. When we got back to camp I was thinking about, the whole day. I said to myself "is my eyes playing tricks on me or I'm I really seeing something out there".

On the 2nd day I didn't really want to head out there anymore. Cause I kept on thinking about the 1st day.
So I only hunted around the camping area, around that hill top and back. Strange cause I didn't see any figure to my right or left on the 2nd day. We were planning on to be there for about 1-2 more days. But then a big a$$ storm was heading our way. The wind was changing and I look up on my Evo 4g phone and saw a huge blob coming. So we all radio each other to come back to camp. We left that day. But yeah, I failed those 2 days and came home empty handed. But my friend all got their share of fun those 2 days. Out of the 6 of us we got about 15-20 squirrels. LOL.

I don't know if that was my FIL looking out for me or I was just thinking too hard. After all we go hunting in that area the most and I know that area so well.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 31, 2011, 01:26:47 AM
My mom told me this way,way back, this happened during the white a$$ run.
I don't know which lake/ river this happen. I'm almost wanna guess, if what I saw, about that human shadow swimming that day has to do anything with this story. Cause I heard this story not long after what I saw that day. I never told my OG about that day, on what I saw cuz he"ll think that I was talking crazy.

"I just remembered why that day I stopped myself from trying to reach and grab that green object in the water in coon rapid".

But there was these two couple and on the 1st day they caught a lot of them a$$es. And when they got home the hubby wanted to go catch some more and the wife said " they have too many and that they should wait, until they pack them fishes first". But he was feeling the hots, (even I have them hots when it come to the white a$$ runs). So the next day they both went and was catching a lot of them a$$. and the wife caught her a$$ and was reaching to hook the a$$ on the line.

This is the strange part. She bent over and reached for the line to put the fish on, while the hubby was fishing and he saw her bent over and then he didn't see her.
 (bare with me, I'm trying to find the right word to say here). So she disappeared right next to him. Without even making a splash or any commotion. Just like a split second and she was gone. So the hubby dropped his pole and started scamming for help like he was crazy or something. And all the Hmoob ppl there tried to help him. The hubby was yelling for help and that his wife is gone, she bent over to tie her fish and she is now missing. So some of the ppl there call 911.  I don't know what happened cause my mom never told me the ending. My guess is that they probably found the body. And I was too young to understand it if she told me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 31, 2011, 01:47:17 AM
Wow.
What happen here, no one's telling any ghost stories. I'm a running out of stories to say here.LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 31, 2011, 02:42:26 AM
Funny I got some more to tell you guys..

So this happened at my old place in Mt. Airy. Before we moved out and bought a house.
Remember that the house had 4 rooms, 3 up stairs and 1 down stairs.

So when I was young I had my 1st encounter in that down stairs room, which would turn out to be my bedroom. Till I was like old LOL.
I didn't what to sleep in there for a long term, so when my grandma and cousin moved out to Wisconsin to live with my uncle. I moved all my stuff up stair. So after a couple of nights I had this encounter. I was sleeping and for some reason my bed felt like there were a bunch of kids jumping up and down, which I was piss but for some reason I couldn't open my eyes. I'm glad that I didn't open my eyes. So that morning I woke up and was piss and I started jumping up and down on my bed and was cuss 'n. Then I heard a snap, I broke my bed, the wooden beam. LOL. That day I moved all my stuff back downstairs. Well my other sis saw that I moved out and took the chance to have her own room.

Now I don't know when this happen but when she was sleeping in there, one night she awoke for some reason and saw a little white figure hanging on the door knob. She got scared and pulled the blanket over her hear and she moved out that room the next day. LOL

I'm going backwards here, my 1st encounter in the room down stair went like this. No one sleeps in that room yet, and my mom had no place for her plants. So she placed in there, that night I went to pick up this radio, it's the old, old style. It's a big boxes radio, if you know the one with the cesst/ 8 track and record player, and you have wires in put/out put with speakers. anyways that night I was coming down the hill I heard what I thought a scream running down the hill. It ran right pass me from left ear to the right. i thought that was strange, but I was too happy to even care what it was. Cause now I have my own radio.LOL.

Anyways I placed the radio in that room. That morning I went in to play with it, some how I felt like someone was in there with me. So I had this slightly up so I can put the wire into the in put and out put box, All of a sudden the pulse button was press down. I was looking at it and said to myself. (My hair just stood up there for a second). "W T Hell was that, and did I just see what I just saw". Then it un-pulsed and then pulse again. By this time I felt all my hairs in my body was standing up.
This can't be!! no one but myself is in this room, how could this button move without me touching it. Then I put the radio down and walk out of that room and closed the door behind me. Then I brush it off and went outside to go play.LOl

That place that I lived is truly hunted, I never knew that there was so much explainable things that happened there. But I'll get to it some other time.
I can't tell it all in one shot. I'll truly run out of stories to write down here. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on March 31, 2011, 11:58:51 AM
About the missing tooth thing when the Zaj takes the soul, my professor says that it only happens in Laos/Thailand, he says in the U.S. he havent heard of any case with the missing tooth thingy yet.

@Pure-Noob: im not so sure about catching these cats and killing them..im just not that evil, unless it really does attack my child then i'll have to beat the fkkkk out of it! lol. and about the hmong guy who caught a cat and put it inside his dog cage so the dog can tear it up, why did he do that?

@Gawmp: i agree with you about cats being a bad omen or evil spirits in the form of a feline. That's why all the stuff my parents used to warn us about cats or not letting us play with cats all make sense now.

@cuute: im so sorry about ur miscarriage, the cats that were surrounding your child is a chilling image.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on March 31, 2011, 12:13:20 PM
gawmp..these cats started coming around when our new neighbors moved in next door and would leave trash out in the yard.  dirty me-kas!  >:(  some of them have tags so I know it's the neighborhood's cats.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on March 31, 2011, 03:17:01 PM
hey! don't talk about coon rapids dam! i happen to frequent that place a lot so if you can refrain from sharing anymore ghost stories of that place, that'd be great!  :) ;) O0 jk! hehehehe

but on a more serious note though, there's a part of coon rapids dam that i get scared of going through. it happened a couple of years ago. if you know the trail that leads to hwy 610 then you  might know what i'm talking about. well, there was four of us. my sister, nephew and one of my friends. we were walking the trail towards the highway. it was already bad enough that we were talking about the supernatural but once we kind of got towards the end of the picnic tables, i started to get a bad feeling of going forward. the nephew that was with me, he's super sensitive to the supernatural side and even he didn't want to go. we ended up sitting at the picnic table just talking about ghosts. even now when i approach that area of the trails, i get anxious and scared. i just turn and walk back. who knows what's at the other end of the trails.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 31, 2011, 10:33:37 PM
Lady Thao,
I got a few trail story, 1 involved me and the other was what I heard from someone.

1st one I don't know if you are familiar with the McDonald homes by Jackson St. So there is this pond that little kids always go into. It was said that, that wooded area was hunted. Right across from the homes on Jackson St. I heard a lot of stories surrounding that little wooded area. If I'm correct there were a bunch of little kids who went there to catch frogs or something and one of the kids drowned in that pond. That was a long, long time ago I forgot how long. Anyways that little wooded area has been transformed into a trail with some houses. OG's say that they have seen Zaj in that pond. So many years past I happen to drive by there and remembered the little kid who drowned there and I was looking for some action, I wanted to see this pond for myself, cause I've never venture out there ever. I parked my car in the parking lot and crossed the street. I saw a lot of new building, but man as soon as I walked onto the trail, my hair stood up. And I was feeling the ji bees. But I walked out there anyway, about 1/3 ways out there. My feet didn't want to move anymore. I just stood there looking at the area. At the same time something was telling me not to go any further so I turn back and I've never been out there ever since.LOL. I never made it to that pond ppl talk so much of back then.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 31, 2011, 10:49:29 PM
2nd story,
It's a little choppy, but if some one who heard this story with better detail. Do correct me please.

So some hmong kids was walking on this trail, I think it was the same trail but a lot further and that spot was close to a bridge. It goes like this, these kids were on the trail BS ing and all of a sudden they started smelling this rotten stench. So they walked further and they saw a dead body just off the trail. The kids all ran off pissing in their pants. They all ran home and told their OG's and they went out there to see for themselves. According to what I heard was like some hmong kids went and did something very bad. And the other 2 shot and killed the 3rd one and left his body there. (I don't know if that was a fake story to cover up the truth). But it was all over the news paper and on T.V. about a body that was found.
LOL.

Lady Thao I think, you'll think twice about walking on trail from now on. ha ha ha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 31, 2011, 11:04:08 PM
I lost track on how many ghost stories I've wrote on here. LOL
If someone knows this better please correct me.

I don't know if you know this story. back when the OG's hubby would be killing his wife for duck other men. There are so many but I only remember this one. it happened on the West Side on concord. So this OG hubby killed his wife for cheating on him. and he was running from the law. This Og went missing for a couple of days, and the Po Po s didn't have any leads to his were about. All the relatives were looking for him. So one day some white ppl was walking on this trail.
(I don't know where this trail is). But there was a rotten smell in the air. And when the white ppl look up they saw a hmong dude hanging from the tree. So the Po po was called and they found out that, the person was the same dude that they were looking for. I'm pretty sure that, that place is now hunted. Anyways back then I would hear or read about them OG killing each others. I was scare cause there were so many of them. It was like almost 1 a week.

Sorry if I made your trail adventure ever better. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on April 01, 2011, 12:29:48 AM
Back in the 90s there was this Crazy Hmong husband who killed his Wife. Then he came home and cooked for all his kids and told them all to eat very full because they are gonna go back to the homeland. Well after they ate, he started killing off all his kids either with knife or gun, i forgot. One of his son was quick and went to lock himself in the restroom where he crawled out the window to the back yard and survived. And the dad killed himself after he killed his family. damm i feel so F'N sorry for that boy, his whole family is dead. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 01, 2011, 11:53:51 AM
From NC, there's a Hmong dude who killed his wife in front of a Barnes & Noble store. I know that dude too, he's very traditional and always at weddings and funerals helping out when can. Stories and rumors exaggerated gossip through town that when he's out doing his good deeds his wife is doing something totally opposite indeed. Words get around from honesty people whom seeing her with other guys, so one night he decided to lied to her that he's heading out to help at a local funeral all night 'till dawn do him part but instead he sit and wait in his car a block or two near his house to see what happened when he's not home. Minutes later he saw his wife pulled out from the drive way and he follow her all the way to a small store plaza where he watched her get out of her car, walked towards Barnes & Noble's entrance hug and kiss  :-* a guy that was standing there waiting. With enraging urges  :knuppel2:he rushes recklessly out from his hideout in his vehicle and pulled his 9mm and cock it and yelled "What's up haha?, what you bang?, why you banging . . . other guys?" and than BANG! BANG! BANG! he shot his wife in between the legs is what I was told and the other guy was shot twice in the stomach. Moments later pigs  :police: show up and a shot out get involved with him dead. The saddest part was that his wife and the other guy survived the hardcore ordeal.

He was a cock fighter too and love fighting his cock with other guy's back when he was still alive, although I rarely see him at most cock game I attended I heard he has a very nice big and beautiful black cock that every other guys who also loved cock fighting wanted it. When he pass, all argued about who get to have his cock and it ended up being his best cock fighting partner. Well, one night he came inside somebody in their dream and asked for where his cock is, they told him that his best cock fighting partner has it. Than the next night I came inside I mean he came inside his best cock fighting partner's nightmare  >:D and said that he want to take his cock with him and that that's that. Morning came and his best cock fighting partner went out to the coop to check up on the cock and it was dead, it's looked like someone choke it to death, the feather on it's neck was all messing and some was missing, looked like they stroke it to death instead, it's face was all blue and puffy. This is a true story, poor rooster.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 01, 2011, 03:24:25 PM
The killing of cats, I thought I posted a story about it in here before but I guess some people just don't remember what they've read. Well, here we go again but this time I'll make it short. Back in Cali' North Side Sac' Town, H N S. There's this one lady that had a really retarded son of a, anyway the boy is always sleeping during the day time and up at night speed humping pots and pans like Viagra on Viagra. She met up with a shaman and asked him for why she has this weird child, the shaman looked into it (you know, however he does it? . . . however he does it . . .) and told her that it's because when she was a little kid herself she'd brutally torture a black cat back at the homeland of Laos and that's why her life is a living chaos. The kitty didn't die after she'd poked a stick from it's donkey hole through it's mouth and hung it on a tree near her parent's garden house, it just disappear. It went straight up into the air into heaven's ER and request to reincarnate as her son to retaliate but not to pull a 187. Nothing he can do to help, she's just gotta' live it through this life.  >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BoredatWork on April 01, 2011, 03:30:00 PM
I lost track on how many ghost stories I've wrote on here. LOL
If someone knows this better please correct me.

I don't know if you know this story. back when the OG's hubby would be killing his wife for duck other men. There are so many but I only remember this one. it happened on the West Side on concord. So this OG hubby killed his wife for cheating on him. and he was running from the law. This Og went missing for a couple of days, and the Po Po s didn't have any leads to his were about. All the relatives were looking for him. So one day some white ppl was walking on this trail.
(I don't know where this trail is). But there was a rotten smell in the air. And when the white ppl look up they saw a hmong dude hanging from the tree. So the Po po was called and they found out that, the person was the same dude that they were looking for. I'm pretty sure that, that place is now hunted. Anyways back then I would hear or read about them OG killing each others. I was scare cause there were so many of them. It was like almost 1 a week.

Sorry if I made your trail adventure ever better. LOL

This is Brooklyn Park and the trail is Palmer Lake.  It was on the news a while back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 01, 2011, 03:37:58 PM
I totally agree with you on that one 110%. What you do in life will be rewarded. And I remember reading that story you posted back then LOL. If I don't intend to eat it I won't shoot it. When I started hunting I was too, a happy trigger, but with age and wisdom I stop doing that. Besides the bullets costs too much for me to be wasting on little critter. And when it comes to animals I'm a bad person but I'm not mean enough to kill cats and dogs. Or eat them either way. If the cats ever do any harm then yeah I'll do something back to it. But if you leave them alone they'll leave you alone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Amara on April 02, 2011, 02:32:51 AM
Many many years ago shortly before my mother passed, her and my father were in their bedroom and Dad was getting ready to give Mom her medications. A few of my siblings and I were in the living room watching t.v. when all of the sudden we heard our Mom yelling and cussing. Out of curiosity, I got up and went to ask my Mom why she was yelling at my Dad for. She replied that she wasn't yelling at my Dad but was yelling at the ghost that had sat down at the foot of the bed. I turned to look at the foot of the bed and sure enough there was an indentation there as though someone was sitting there. By this time, I was scared sh!tless already. In the chaos of things, I didn't realize that my Dad had already left the room and had returned with a pan of burning oil. He started spitting water into the oil to create smoke in the hopes of scaring the ghost away, but my Mom kept saying that it was still there.

At the time, we had a guard dog and when the smoke wasn't helping my Dad ordered me to open the back door to let the dog in. The moment the back door flung open our dog came running inside barking like crazy. He ran through all the rooms of our house and then back out through the door. Apparently, our dog must have chased the ghost away because my Mom couldn't see it anymore after that. After the incident, my Dad called an uncle and he instructed my Dad to burn incense and ask the ancestors for protection. That night as my Dad was sleeping he dreamt that a great-uncle (who had passed away the week before) came to him and asked why did we chase him away earlier that night. The uncle said that we had been separated for so long that he missed us so much, he only wanted to see us one last time before he departed forever.

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During the last week of my mother's life, cats started showing up and hanging around our house. The neighborhood we lived in at the time did not have any stray cats and these cats came out of nowhere. They would come right up to our front door and sit there. We would chase them away, but they kept coming back. At the moment of my mother's death, the cats started fighting amongst themselves in front of our house but that ended as quickly as it began. After my Mom's passing, the cats never came around again.

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This isn't scary but I'll share it nonetheless: I had an older sister who was killed in a car accident when I was 3 years old. My only memories of her was her scent. It wasn't a natural body odor but maybe like a lotion or body spray type of scent. Through all the difficult times of my life, I would smell this scent. So, it came as no surprise that I would smell this scent again the day before my Mom passed. I was standing in the backyard by our garden when I felt this gentle breeze. It was the middle of summer so the breeze was quite unexpected but it was accompanied by this scent. Looking back at it now, I believe it was my sister telling me that everything would be all right and for me not to be scared because she was watching over us.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Amara on April 02, 2011, 03:21:06 AM
In response to the "UFO in Fresno" posts, the road is called "Sky Harbor Road." If I'm not mistaken, there's a cemetery along that road just before the road splits to go to the "UFO." Many years ago, I used to work up at Table Mountain Casino, which is the casino on Sky Harbor and Millerton Road (Friant Road). One night, my brother and I didn't get off of work until almost 3:00AM. Since he and I work the same shift, we carpooled to work. That night we were driving on Millerton Road heading back to Fresno, just past the dam, we noticed what appeared to be an elderly Hmong lady and little boy walking on the side of the road. I turned to my brother and asked if he had seen them too, and he said he did. Not thinking anything of it, I told my brother to turn the car around and ask if they needed a ride back to town. He pulled over right before Lost Lake and made a u-turn but when we got back to where we saw the woman and child, they were no where to be found. We had just assumed that they got picked up by family members. The next day, I mentioned this to one of my supervisors and he said that they are ghosts because he has seen them numerous times over the years. Thaum ntawv kuv mam li nco ntshai, lol.

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Another story coming out of Table Mountain Casino was told to me by someone who witnessed it first hand. The day that this happened I was off of work. One of the supervisors had gone into the women's restroom to do her business. While she was in there, she kept hearing what sounded like someone banging their head on the wall in the men's restroom. She just assumed someone was beating himself up over losing money. She called out and asked if everything was alright, but there was no response. After she finished her business, she left the restroom and approached a male supervisor and asked if he could go in and check to see if everything was okay. Everything was not okay. In one of the stalls, there was blood everywhere. Security and tribal police were called in. They reviewed the security camera tapes but did not see anyone coming out all bloodied and tore up. To this very day, I do not doubt for one second that it was a ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 02, 2011, 11:39:18 PM
I've look up on Google for hmong ghost and by far this site(PH) has the most stories, that's why I diecde to share my stories here and not the other ones. but this site sorta mellow out.
 
Havocrazy I got one that sorta relate to your story.
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I remember reading way back into one of these pages about stuff animal or dolls, coming to life or something like that. I'm not involved with this incident, but my bro and sis were. Back in my old house my sis and bro were playing with I think it was a stuff monkey. So they tied the monkeys' arm and a rope around it's neck. (don't ask me why). they were torturing the monkey. So that night the monkey came into not one, but all who were involved. (I think it was two of my sis and one of my bro). So the monkey came into their dream and was like chasing them with a knife and was trying to kill them.
The next day (I don't know what happen first) one of my sis told the other sis about her dream, that the monkey they tie up was trying to kill her. Not knowing that the other two had the same dream. So after they all found out that they had the same dream. I forgot the rest but I'll go and ask them when I have the chance. LOL
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So the moral is. Don't be torturing live animal or stuff ones, cause it'll come into your dreams. and will try and do that to you.
(Sounds funny when I first hear the story from my bro and sis. Like that can't be true, how could all three of you go and have the same dreams). Laugh if you want to, cause this is a true story. Here's a little hint, I'll tell you guys the street were I used to live on but not the house, cause one of you guys might be the one that is living in my old house.It was E. Arch St. in Mt Airy.LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2011, 12:04:15 AM
I'm a second hand teller on this story.

Back in the project homes, this school has a large open field and a lot of hmong ppl go and play soccer and that bamboo ball where you use your feet and head. Like volleyball but your feet only.
So they were playing, and this bamboo ball goes flying out of the court and out of no where this little white figure show up ( I kinda heard it looked like a dirty meeka kid with slanted eyes). And went to the ball, the kid was like dirty looking, and scary at the same time. And was asking for the hmong ppl to play with him. So the hmong ppl got scare and started packing up their stuff and went to their cars and drove out of the parking lot. Except these other two dude cause they both live there. So this white thingy was asking, if the two dudes will play with him. they both got scare cause everybody left but they both couldn't. So they both stared walking away and this thing started to fellow them. When they both got up the hill, they both ran like crazy, but the white kid didn't chase them. After that no one would go and play sports there for a long time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 03, 2011, 12:57:42 AM
This is the only Hmong ghost stories website I participated.  ::) Those bamboo ball(s) always get me the creeps, can't see one, don't know why. It's kind of odd/rude for everybody to just leaved the other two and if even if I lived in that area like the other two I'll be like "I'm going with somebody somewhere away from here until I find out what or who this thing/it is/was. You know what I'm saying?, man, you know like,  ??? I don't want to find out but better to be safe than risking to not be safe. But sometime we do things without thinking it over twice until it's already happened. For example(s): when I was a kid playing hide and go seek late at night with cousins and friends, went hunting by myself, driving through dark country road just to go see a girl for an hour. Now that I'm older and with a much more crazier imagination "oh, oh, oh my gosh" . . . R.L. Stine's goosebumps' books has nothing on it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2011, 11:46:50 PM
Havocrazy...  I would of done the same, pack up my shyt and go to my car, if no one coming with me that's alrite, cuz I so out of here. Out of instinct, your mind is in a limbo, so you do what you have to do to get away from that place. If you know what I mean.

Al right, since no one is telling stories here I'll write another one down.

This happened like way back when I use to go to the bridges and catch them pigeons. It was me my best friend and my other 2 or 3 more friend went that day. We went to down town St. Paul. There was this building which we call it the fun house, cause every level looks the same. When we got in there we all went and pick out a stick, so we can whack them when they fly. One guy chase while the other try to hit the bird. Before we can make it to the top we had to climb this window or a wall I forgot what it was. Anyways if you loose your grip then you fall straight down in middle and there will be no way to get you out. At 1st I was like you gotta be ducking me. this was my 2nd time that I've been there. The 1 st time we made it to the 6-8 floor, I don't know, that's why we call it the fun house.

So we made it to the very top floor which is the roof, but not yet, there was still one more level before we reach the roof. During the climb my best friend made it 1st to the last part. There he saw a white figure sitting in that dark looking at him/us, while we were climbing up. He was freaking out but didn't want to scream. Cause some of us was still trying to make that climb. I didn't know at that time, so we all made it to the top. To the roof, man it was a pretty view. After that we all had to climb that dangerous route back to the lower level. (Man know that I look back at it we were young and stupid). So like when we all kinda made it to the 4th or 3rd level. My best pal started to run down the stairs and everyone fallow him. When we all got out and was walking down the rail tracks he started tell what he saw when we were all in the room. He said '' that if he had screamed at that point of time, a lot of us would fall off, that wall or something worst". I'm glad he kept his cool. But yeah that was a dangerous climb. LOL. I have some more pigeon stories but I cant think of one right now.LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 04, 2011, 12:35:08 AM
This one happened to me when I was being a bad boy. Of course I didn't know about the unknown too well.
this was in a friends, friends place, at the time I didn't understand why he had so many ppl in his place. I mean his place was a 2 story place 2 bedroom a basement.Both parent lives there. But why so many young very bad dudes hanging out there. I don't even know or seen these ppl before. When morning came most of them left, but some fell asleep there. Funny cause there was no girl in there, only a bunch of sausage party. Normally one or two dudes will have these run away chicks with them. If you know what I mean. (This went one for a week or so until some thing happened, but I'll get to that later, later).

They would be playing cards for money.
And on the 1st night that I was there, I thought that I heard his older sis or someone in the kitchen stirring pots, like if some one was in there cooking. So I got up from the couch and went into the dark area hoping to see a person there, but I didn't see anyone. So I went back to watch them play their games. Again I heard the same noise and did the same thing, but saw no one. This went on for a couple more times and I told myself to stop checking on what ever I was hearing. Cause I was getting freak out, but I though that it was his older sis, so I clam down a bit. When morning came, everyone left, but us left. The 4 of us went out ( to sleep at another friends house that morning, I thought is was even more funnier cause, like Why don't we just sleep at his place cause we were right there). When we all got up I asked my buddy about his place. " dude was your sister home last night cause I kept on hearing pots being stir like someone was cooking, but when I went to check it out , there was no one there". Then he told me the true story about his place, he told me why there are so many ppl at his place and he let them stranger come to his place and gamble. Cause in the kitchen there's this little girl who'll play with the pots and dishes.

In the basement there's this baby that drowned in the sink and was like bury  under the sink.Up stair he can not sleep in cause there's this younger one that kicks him when he sleeps in there, so he don't sleep in that room. He'll sleep in the living room and basement. Mostly the basement. After he told me all the story, and I learned some more stuff that happened to them. I was like hell no I ain't gonna go hang out at your place no more. LOL
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After a long while, ppl stop showing up cause they started to see thing(s), that's what I heard LOL. So something else happen there and they moved out. During the time they moved out, their mails would be sent there, and he would come get the other 2 buddies and me to go to his old place so he can go pick up his mails.
The 1st week we all went to get his mail, hmong ppl move in there already. When we ask for the mail the hmong dude gave the mail to him and asked if we knew something about that house that he's living in now. We were like uh-- no and we asked him why he would ask us that ?. He said " oh it's just nothing". Then We all left. 2-3 days later the dude moved out, after that some new family moved in and about a week or so they too moved out. then there was this on family that move in after that and the next day they moved out. Last time I check or walked by that place cause I didn't live that far and plus it was a short cut to my house. I saw some beaning ppl living there, and they were outside drinking. I don't know what ever happen if they move out or not. That's one hunted house, I don't ever want to relive something like that again. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 04, 2011, 11:39:35 PM
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Last time I check or walked by that place cause I didn't live that far and plus it was a short cut to my house. I saw some beaning ppl living there, and they were outside drinking. I don't know what ever happen if they move out or not. That's one hunted house, I don't ever want to relive something like that again.

I heard stories about different ethnic(s) not being effected by certain paranormal(s). Like this one story I heard about a Laos guy that knows black magic, he sends some of his ghosts to bite a white dude that was bothering him at work but the ghost came back and told him they can't get close to the white dude because he has different beliefs. Don't know but maybe true. I also heard one about a Hmong dude that did some black magic during the Vietnam war but it back fire and killed half his platoon because the ghost couldn't get to those charlies for some reason. I guess that's one big reason why the Lee clan can't wear red clothing, during the Chinese and Hmong war long ago the Chinese wear red and a Hmong Lee dude send his ghosts to go bite anybody that wears red. He never reverse the curse so if any Lee wear red they'll have bad luck like getting hurt easy or losing money and that sort of nature. Weird.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 05, 2011, 01:07:04 PM
No ones telling stories,
I'll go again.
This is a fishing trip involved my best friend's brother and his 3 friends. I've meet 2 of the friends back then. So it went like this. They all went night fishing in
Hasting T. Island. Minnesota.
I don't know which area they went cause there are so many route that you can go. Anyways I was told that they went to an area that had 2 rivers merging into 1 river. they had to walk out there quit awhile before they got to their fishing spot. So while they were fishing and having fun. All of a sudden there was this massive splash in the middle of the river. All of them looked at each other like WTF was that. Then the splash out closer to the shore. (I was told that when it got to the shore it looked like how a little kid would be splashing water).

But no one was visually there. This one friend brought his BB gun, don't ask me why: a BB gun.LOL So he shot the BB into what ever was making that splashing. Then he felt the BB fly back and hit him. By this time they were was getting ready to piss in their pants, they all look at each other and knew that they need to get out of there. So they packed up and started walking back, but they had to walk awhile before they can get to the truck. I forgot who started walking faster and faster and the rest started to do that until one of them started to run, now all of them started to ran after one another. When they got to the truck, they threw everything into the trunk and drove off.

While they were on the road, and with all the commotion they forgot to close the trunk door and you know how all those gears bounce around in the truck bed. So they thought that what ever it was got into the trunk. when they got closer to town they stop at this gas station. One of the friend told the other to go check it out. He said hell no I ain't going to go look back there, and they were all scare, so they all went together and thinking that they were going to see something, but there was nothing there. After that night my friend's brother never went fishing ever again.

There's this one OG that lived next door and he over heard the story about that night. So he was been cocky cause he knows how to do those hmong magic. And he said " that it was nothing and he can go and beat this thing, with his magic, and if he can't than he'll never do magic again". I heard that he asked the ppl to bring him to where they were that night, so they took him there. As soon as he got there, out of now where a strong wind gust came and trees were like, it was being snap in half or so. He tried all his magic and couldn't do anything. The OG's magic didn't have a chance with this thing. Later it was said the a  P U Y lives there. And that luckily the dudes got out of there. Cause the P U Y was there making those things, cause the ppl were too loud that night and was cooking food.
Sorry if the story a choppy.
I gotta get ready for work.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on April 06, 2011, 10:12:54 AM
hey! don't talk about coon rapids dam! i happen to frequent that place a lot so if you can refrain from sharing anymore ghost stories of that place, that'd be great!  :) ;) O0 jk! hehehehe

but on a more serious note though, there's a part of coon rapids dam that i get scared of going through. it happened a couple of years ago. if you know the trail that leads to hwy 610 then you  might know what i'm talking about. well, there was four of us. my sister, nephew and one of my friends. we were walking the trail towards the highway. it was already bad enough that we were talking about the supernatural but once we kind of got towards the end of the picnic tables, i started to get a bad feeling of going forward. the nephew that was with me, he's super sensitive to the supernatural side and even he didn't want to go. we ended up sitting at the picnic table just talking about ghosts. even now when i approach that area of the trails, i get anxious and scared. i just turn and walk back. who knows what's at the other end of the trails.

I use to run the trails there.. the only time it gets scary is when the sun is going down and you're in the middle of the wood.. thats when you double time it back  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dr3ambab3e on April 06, 2011, 11:16:42 AM
well this happen a couple of months ago.....
somehow my cousin got into this thing called demon...but its a hmong demon...hehe
but im not goin to talk about my cousin story because its long.

anyways my cousin was sick and going crazy so some of my relative would go to my cousin house and
watch her so she wont do stupid things.

so one morning my mom went over, i believe it was 7 am.
while she got off the car she saw a little girl with long hair and dress in white
by my cousin house. she got freak out and started to act werid afterwards. so my dad they did like
2 shaman thing for her....but sometime she'll see stuff...and get freak out and start crying.....
but i believe my mom is fine now, because usually my sisnlaw will tell me things if my mom is still seeing things.

anyways i thought i would just share dis lilo story...and my cousin is fine now.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on April 06, 2011, 04:25:37 PM
when we were smaller, my cuz and i used to love to swim at this public pool near our place. Even though we have to pay like 50 cent for entrance it was always fun. Anyways, My mom eventually made us stop. Right before that my mom told us that a hmong guy drowned in a public pool no deeper than 5ft. Everything was fine at first then all of a sudden he started drowning. He was splashing and making this big commotion. One of his friend tried to save him but couldn't. He recall going underwater for a bit, in his effort to save his buddy, when he saw a small red snake/serpent in the tangle of his friend's ankle. Even the life guard couldn't save the guy and of course the guy died. Some of his relatives said it was a zaj.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on April 06, 2011, 04:43:55 PM
I think cats are just omens, not bad or good. It really depends.

My sister and us grew up as cat lovers. She caught this stray female cat once and the cat became like a family member. I mean she doesn't live with us in the house but we treat her like one. Anyways, a couple years ago my sister got married. Strange things started happening at the beginning of her marriage. Because her husband work early shifts he would leave her sleeping alone in the morning. Anyways, on two accounts when her husband left, she would hear the door open as if someone is coming back in and then close it. Then she would feel the side where her husband sleeps dent as if a person was laying back down to sleep. She would turn around to find no one.

The second time it happened she had a dream that she was back at our old house where she caught the cat. She was surrounded by a lot of people talking and arguing back to one another but she wouldn't understand what they were saying. Then she saw these three cats clawing at one of the windows from outside. They reminded her of the cat she caught. They were telling her to let them in the house. When she opened the door for them, the whole room erupted into chaos. Everyone was shouting now. Some were giving her the eye letting her know they disapprove of her actions.

She got tired of the yelling and arguing so she screamed "Shut up! Let the cats speak!" and they did.
The cats told her that they worked for the 'shadow' that had been coming in her room. They didn't really like him so they decided to come and warn her. If she valued her life she would not sleep in there no more. Because the last time the 'shadow' comes in there, it would take her soul with it on its journey back home.

After that dream my sis told her mother in law about her dream and they had her sleep in a different room. My sis still thanks those cats for saving her life. She didn't know what could have happened if they didn't come warn her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lazy E on April 06, 2011, 08:54:01 PM
this was a while back before facebook became popular.

my uncle, he is younger then me but since we are hmong, was over at their cousins house one night. he went into the bathroom and took a picture of himself posing. he later uploaded it onto his myspace profile. (i wasnt there when this happended cuss i left home for some job training.) i came back and my buddies told me that my uncle took a pic of himself and there was a little girl looking at the mirror from behind from his left. i didnt believe this so one day, before we had internet in our house, went to the library to look on his myspace. i came to the one pic they were talkin about but couldnt see anything until i read one of the comments a girl left on there. she commented on his posing and then ask, "why is there a little girl behind you? is that your lil sis?" his cousin house, at the time does have a lil girl that looks like the girl in the pic but she was already asleep and he told me later that he locked the door and everything cuzz he took that pic right after he took a poop. so there couldnt be anybody in there. ive tried going back on his profile to look again but to this day, cant find it no more. there is more to this too. ill tell later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lazy E on April 06, 2011, 09:09:59 PM
ok continuing from my story about my uncle...

(it sucks cuzz i really missed out on this one, this was shortly after his pic incident)

my buddies were partying and drinkin at the same house he took the pic from. it was well late into the night, it was a small house. there is a big window perpendicular of the door. well, as the story goes, my uncle was drinkin acting stupid and got down on all four crawling around on the floor. all of a sudden he started yelling at the window saying "go away, i dont want to play right now!!" just cursing at what ever was at the window. he started throwing shoes at it and then, this is the creepiest of what i heard next. he was still on all four like a dog and he started walking backwards with his tongue sticking out, just like a dog. that freak out everybody who was there. my other cousin said he went over to him and gave my uncle a good punch to the face and that broke him free from what ever was controlling him. after that, everybody decide it was time to go home. so most of them had car or came with somebody that lives close to them and there was only one girl that didnt have a ride and doesnt live close to anybody so my friends who lived in that house gave her a ride home. they have a small toyota pickup. ok so when they got into the truck to take the girl home, there was four of them in there, my friend whos driving, the girl, my uncle and my cousin. after they went and dropped off the girl at her place, they came back. while they were still on the road, my uncle started acting crazy again. he turned and looked behind the truck while they were still driving and said that there was a little girl running after them. my cousin turned and looked and there was no one, besides they were go at 40mph. they got mad and kept quiet all the way home. after that, they did jingle bells on him and changed his name. ever since then he didnt see any little ghost girl. rumors was that the girl he took the pic with was his cousin older sis but she passed away when she was about 3 or 4 years old and is following the family still. i guess so too cuzz she looks just like their little sis now.  sorry, trying to remember a story thats told from someone is harder to type up cuzz i lost parts of the details but thats just the nutshell of what happened. oh, they moved out of the place too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 07, 2011, 12:27:49 AM
Yo, FMXIA089,

That pool accident, freaked me out bro. I'm a big believer when it comes to them water Zaj. You would think that the pools would be safe to swim. I'm going to thinking twice about swimming in them hotel pools. Shyt!!

Way back when I was in high school. We got to do Phy gym. I wasn't there when this happen, cause I'm in there 3rd period. This happened on the 1st period. So this hmong dude I kinda know him but not that well. So this is what I heard that day. The dude was not a good swimmer, so he was in the 3ft water range. And all of a sudden he started to drown. I mean he was in 3-4ft water. Everyone there was like W T H's going on. So ppl was like shock at the same time funny cause he was around the 3-4 ft. But the student life guard there saved his butt. So when 3rd period came I was kinda scare to go into the pool.

Funny that you shared that pool accident, now I'm wondering if that day, about that hmong dude that almost drown during 1st period, could it had been something similar to your Zaj story.
But since he was in too shallow of a water that he was able to be save and no one saw anything like that red thingy you mentioned, around the ankle.LOL
.............. .......

I don't remember if this was a dream or did it really happen to me.
When I was little and moved to my 1st project housing after I left Plaza, St. Paul- Mt. Airy. I only remember bits here and there, when I asked my parent about that tooth they seems to have no idea what I'm trying to say. I think I was about 3-5yrs, around that age. I remember growing this carved type tooth about 2-3 inches long and about 1/8 of an inches width, in my mouth. And I would do strange things and say strange things. I think I was acting crazy. Like I said I don't remember all. But I would yell at my parents and tell them to shut up and all those thingy.
I remember running, being butt naked and refuse to were clothes around the house. I remember that one of my uncle came over after I showed my parent that carved type tooth.
So anyways my uncle came and tied this tiny string on the tooth and chanted some words, I don't know what he said. After he was done he yanked the string and that tooth came flying out of my mouth. I mean I saw what that tooth looked like, it was every white and if you were to take your index finger and bent it forward
a little, you'll know what I'm trying to describe here. I think it was growing at the bottom jaw in the front,behind the front teeths. It would of been nice if my parents told meabout that tooth. And that it was not a dream. then i can stop trying to  tell myself if it was a dream or for real. But honestly I think that when that happened moth my parents were scare, and probably not wanted to tell me the story. Till thia day I wanna know the truth.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on April 07, 2011, 09:20:48 PM
Hey there.  Im a newbie here. Haha. Obviously. :P
Anyways, I have a story to share. Idk if it was paranormal or not, but here goes!

Well, i used to live in Stockton, CA and it was me, my mom, 2 younger sister and a younger brother. We lived in a one room apartment with other hmong families. One night when my mom wasnt home, forgot where she went, But i was tried and i decided to sleep on her side of the bed, (we had 2 queen size beds in the one room) And when i went to sleep for a while, i dont know how long, but i had a dream. And my mom usually see things and dream of things. So anyways, i had a dream and my Mexican friend from my french class was in my dream. In my dream, i was at the library and my friend Ivan and some other guys were bad guys. LOL. And they kidnapped me and an asian family and took us to a conference room with a really big pillar in the middle of the room. Me and their daugther hid behind the pillar and i watched Ivan killed the little girl's parents. Then i got scared and pushed her out of a door that said "Exit" LOL. I told her to run and then i sprinted through the other door and into the library and the book shelves. Somehow, i kinda hopped and flew over to the top of a bookshelf. LOL. I remember the library being kinda small. Anyways, i was hopping from bookshelf to bookshelf and Ivan and his men were trying to catch me. FInally, i got cornered and i was crouching on my knees and arms cause the ceiling was low or the bookshelf was too high. HAha. Then all of a sudden, Ivan started jumping and trying to grab me. So this is the strange/scary part. YOu know when youre dreaming and kinda wake up and youre in a dream-like state ? Well, i was like that. I remember seeing our bedroom was dark and the door was slightly opened and i can hear my younger sisters and brother out in the living room (We had a pretty small place) And they were shouting and running around. THEN i turned my attention to the foot of the bed and i saw a hand from the elbow up, it was like, waving or something or like trying to grab me and it looked like a guy's arm. Then i turned around and went back to sleep. LOL. When i woke up, i sprinted off the my mom's bed and opened the door, which was slightly opened. I felt a little dizzy because i got up so fast and i didnt want to scare my siblings, so i walked in a normal pace and when i reached the sofa, i laid down and fell asleep.
A few days later, i told my younger sister who is a year younger than me (Im 18 now. and this happened when i was 16). She got freaked out and wouldnt go near my mom's bed. I didnt sleep on her bed again. I mean, i climb on her bed and sit there, but i nevered slept there again.

Another story about my mom:
Okay, so this happened in the same place a few months later. one day when we all went to school and my younger sister (who is a year younger than me) stayed home cause she was sick. My mom was sleeping in the room. My mom was talking to one of her friend on the phone and her friend was telling her about a ghost with an eye or something like that. LOL. And after their converstation, my mom went to sleep. She said that a few minutes later, she felt someone climbed onto the bed and laid on where my brother sleeps ( my younger brother sleeps with my mom by the wall) And my mom for some reason thought that it was my younger brother. Remember we were all at school expect for my sister. So my mom just brushed it off. She then felt the thing got up and went around and sat on my bed ( My bed, which i shared with my two younger sisters is parallel to my mom's bed and i sleep across from my mom. HAHA, Sorry for the confusion). Anyways, the thing went and sat on my side of the bed and was calling my mom's name. My mom had the blanket over her face and she kinda pushed it down a little to see who it was. (She has guts! I would never be able to do that! I would probably tremble and lay there. LOL.) So my mom looked and saw a troll, poj ntoox(?), with scary looking eyes. She kinda freaked out and pretended to still be sleeping. Then she finally went to sleep after a few minutes. When she woke up, she called her friend and told her friend what happened. My sister was out in the living room watching TV. So my mom got ready to go somewhere while telling her friend. My sister overheard ans totally freaked out. After my mom left, my sister was so scared to stay home alone, but she had too, cause no one else was home. She said she turned up the TV really loud, Put of Korean music really loud from the laptop, Turned up the volume of a Korean drama from out computer and all the llights were on, but it was broad daylight. She she stayed like that until my little brother and sister came home. Later she told me what had happened to my mom and what sat on my part of the bed. But i wasnt scared. Im trying not to say anything, but i just didnt feel scared and i brushed it off and still slept on my side of the bed and nothing happened to me. And my mom never said anything to us about it. But she still continued to dream about things.

Thats my story. Lots more about my mom will come soon!
Share? Somebody else share ?   :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 09, 2011, 12:20:17 AM
Nice... got some new ppl to jump start this site.. I'm glad to see other ppl writing in here, other than me. LOL

Speaking about those little white thingy,
I heard this from my close friend......

This took place back some where between 1996-1998, me and my friend worked in the same company. He worked 3rd and I work 2nd shift.
My friend told me this, one day this hmong dude that works with him told him that, he saw them white figure in his bed.

It went like this, one day he sent his wife to her mom's house, after he dropped her off. He came back home to sleep, and when he opened the bedroom door, he saw his wife sleeping in the bed. (WTF) so he thought to himself, "wait did I just drop my wife at her mom's place or who did I drop off". So he walk away and called him MIL and ask her if his wife was over there and he wanted to speak with his wife. His MIL said "yes" my daughter is here. So he talked to his wife and to make sure that she is over there,after that he went back to the bedroom and his wife was still in bed.

You know how them OG's always telling that if you're not sure if that's a person or a ghost to look under the arm pit.
So when he got to the door he looked under his arm pit and sure enough, what was sleeping in his bed was those white ppl thingy. So he back away and closed the bedroom door and walked out of the house. Not long after that he placed his house for sale. I don't know what happened after that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 09, 2011, 12:52:03 AM
Man, writing all these ghost stories, feels like I'm reliving those old days.

I told you guys that I had a few pigeon stories.

Now back in the days when I was still catching them pigeons, there was this cave in downtown st. Paul. I forgot where this place is located, it's been so long. So there was this one black (guy/friend) that used to hang with us once in a while. So he wanted to go catch them pigeons with us, and this cave is pitch black. I mean super pitch black. In those days none of us ever thought about a flash light. So you had to feel your ways with you hands, but if you go there so often that you sorta now that area, and not to venture too far. I mean this cave goes way way back. I don't know how far it goes cause none of us wants to go that far. besides it's kinda hard to breathe. The further you go, the harder to breathe. It's dark in there so the pigeon don't get spook, all you had to do was feel them bird and catch them.

So this black dude went with us, he's been there a couple of times so he kinda know this cave. Now this black guy's been around us hnomg and knows how to catch them birds. So while we were all in the cave doing your things. All of a sudden the black dude started freaking out and started to yell like he was crazy. He screamed, that he thought a pigeon was by him and when he reached out he touched a hairy arm/hand. Like a gorilla type fur. So all of us started to freak out and felt your ways out of the cave. When we got out of the cave we all ran like shyt. Since then none of us went to that cave again. But soon there was a story about some bum  dude that died in that cave and the city closed up the cave. But I was wonder if, what ever was in there that days, when the black dude claims that he felt a hairy arm has anything to do with that bum dude and his passing.

Many years have pass and there was this story on the news about some kids that went into some cave in down town St. Paul and die and that the fire dept couldn't reach them cause of low oxygen.
That day when I saw the news. It got me thinking about that day when we ran into something in that cave. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 09, 2011, 10:58:35 AM
Yessiree, funny how your mom just left your sister alone after a incident like that. That's freaking freaky what your mom saw. One room apartment with two queens?, man that's ghetto. Welcome to the foam.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 09, 2011, 11:04:32 AM
Saki, got me thinking with your story about the white thing. No matter what, always gotta' make sure before proceeding.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on April 09, 2011, 12:49:18 PM
Hmm, where are our OG's? I'm waiting to hear more stories from Thailand/Laos.

I remember one my grandpa told to the family at one of our rare family gatherings. He said it happened at the time when my dad (who is the oldest son) was just barely able to walk, probably around 1965 in Long Cheng, Laos. They had just had my aunt who was the infant, and there was one more daughter in between my aunt and my dad.

They had a babysitter who was a cousin to my dad staying with them at the time. That night was really windy, but the cousin kept saying she was hearing voices outside the house (remember these are the straw houses). She kept waking my grandpa up all night and the middle daughter kept crying, until finally there was a big crash outside. My grandpa ran outside with his gun to see what it was. The wind was really loud and blew inside the house. When he got back inside and they turned on the light, the cousin was already dead (it looked like she was strangled) and the middle daughter was turning blue. She would die later in the early morning. He said that whatever spirit or demon it was that was wanting the baby daughter and the cousin was waiting for its chance when he opened to door to let it in.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on April 09, 2011, 12:54:30 PM
My grandma also told us about strange animals that were sort of like mythical creatures/monsters. She said there was this bird that looked like a vulture but had the head of a cat. It had a very peculiar noise that it makes that no other animal makes. She said that these things were always bad omens, if you see one, somebody in the village was going to get sick or get lost or something. She said that when they were little, they were at the house at the rice fields when they would hear it crying from the rooftop. Her dad got his crossbow and shot through the banana leaf roof and hit the bird thing. They burned it in the fire after that.

Are there any other weird animals that you older generation remember?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on April 09, 2011, 01:01:19 PM
One from the US. This was told to me by a neighbor who used to babysit us when we were in elementary school. If I remember right, he was a hmong Herr.

So his parents sent him to live with his relatives in North Carolina when he was a teenager because they didn't approve of his girlfriend at the time. One afternoon, he was in the car with his uncle who was the same age as him. The uncle told him that North Carolina was very haunted and you often see ghosts or witches in the trees or on the street lights (they live in the countryside). So my neighbor started saying he wished he could see a ghost because he's never seen one before. They come to a stop light in the middle of nowhere, when his uncle says "look there's something in the trees." My neighbor looks and doesn't see anything so he asks, "where's the witch?" Then they hear a voice from the back of the car, "I'm right hear."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on April 09, 2011, 03:45:17 PM
One from the US. This was told to me by a neighbor who used to babysit us when we were in elementary school. If I remember right, he was a hmong Herr.

So his parents sent him to live with his relatives in North Carolina when he was a teenager because they didn't approve of his girlfriend at the time. One afternoon, he was in the car with his uncle who was the same age as him. The uncle told him that North Carolina was very haunted and you often see ghosts or witches in the trees or on the street lights (they live in the countryside). So my neighbor started saying he wished he could see a ghost because he's never seen one before. They come to a stop light in the middle of nowhere, when his uncle says "look there's something in the trees." My neighbor looks and doesn't see anything so he asks, "where's the witch?" Then they hear a voice from the back of the car, "I'm right hear."
:2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 10, 2011, 11:38:07 AM
My grandma also told us about strange animals that were sort of like mythical creatures/monsters. She said there was this bird that looked like a vulture but had the head of a cat. It had a very peculiar noise that it makes that no other animal makes. She said that these things were always bad omens, if you see one, somebody in the village was going to get sick or get lost or something. She said that when they were little, they were at the house at the rice fields when they would hear it crying from the rooftop. Her dad got his crossbow and shot through the banana leaf roof and hit the bird thing. They burned it in the fire after that.

Are there any other weird animals that you older generation remember?

From what I was told from the old Gs is that those bird are giant owls, and only appear and cried when somebody in that particular village is going to pass. The strange thing is it could be anybody, no sickness or any sort of that nature, just pass in their sleep. So everyone was frighten when ever it show up and calls. A vulture with a cat face?, that's pretty freaky just picturing it, a giant bird flying around "meow, meow, meow"  ;) j/k.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on April 10, 2011, 06:38:16 PM
Havocrazy : Haha. I know right ? && Thanks for the welcome. LOL

I have another story about one of my dad's friend. This took place back in Laos a way way back when my dad's friend was like 20 or something? Now he's like in his mid 40. Well, anyways, here goes!

Back in Laos, my dad's friend, Lets call him Pao. LOL. Pao got really sick due to the back condition that they lived in. So Pao was sent to a hospital like place where they kept this tent for the sick and stuff. Well, it was like midnight and Pao couldnt sleep cause he keeps hearing people talking in stuff. In the tent, there was an electric light that sways back in forth in the middle of the tent. Well, the light was swaying back in forth and he keeps hearing footsteps and giggles. So he decided to have a look. ( I would totally freak out and not look! LOL) What he saw was about 3 or 4 Poj Ntxoogs running back in forth picking up the moths that dropped from the light. They pick it up and giggles then eat it. Pao freaked out and laid down, pretending to go to sleep. He said this went on for a while and after a while, he eventually fell asleep.

Another one :
Back when i was younger, i shared a room with my sisters and my two brothers had their own room. Well, Some nights, i would hear like Thai people talking, and since my mom loves watching Thai Lakorn, i thought that it was the TV. But our room was not near to living room. I would get up and go look at the living room and find that the TV is off and my parents sleeping. I was young and forgot to be scared. LOL. So i just went back to the bedroom and laid down. As soon as i closed my eyes, i hear them again. And there's this big window that our heads face towards when we sleep. So i got up and peek out the window, but i would not see anyone but the talking continues. I thought that it was our neighbor cause our neighbor were Mien and they watch lots of Thai Lakorn too. but who would put the TV that loud? Because i can clearly hear the voices. But i never really thought much about it. And i still wonder what it really was or who was talking. Haha. Freaks me out now when i think about it.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 12, 2011, 10:48:34 PM
Yessiree,
After reading your strange voices encounter, It was like me living what I went though when I was still living in that project house.

After reading all the posting here on PH, there's no denial that such strange stuff is out there. I use to watch them ghost hunter shows and heard a lot of ppl wanting to go and film or catch these white thingy. But you'll never find them cause that's just how it is, and those things hide themselves from view. But every now a then when the living and non-living world meet. That's when you see them and they see you, I think.LOL.

I remember hearing that story about someone (white dude) caught that white thingy on Hwy 52 in Minnesota, and ppl would go and see it. I haven't seen it for my self, but I heard that it was all a lie. That, that never happened, cause I heard so many different stories. I heard that someone hatched that story to keep them OG's from releasing spirits over that area.

If this was a true story, Why was it never posted on the news, for a new species found in Minnesota. I mean almost all the ppl that heard the story never confirmed that it happened.

Not a scary story.

Back to my Mt. Airy home. I use to work 2nd shift. My shift ended on 2:30am. I would be home around 3am and after I shower I would come to my room and I too would heard voices in my room. It sounded like two ppl talking back and forth and it was right in front of my bed, so I would put my ear right in that spot but all I could hear was muffing words. I couldn't make out the words, and it would be like, W T Hell, what am I hearing. This would happen for a couple of days, and it would be in that same area. So I though it would be sorta cool if I record the strange voices, But it was a good thing that I never did. Cause way, way later I would find out from my friend that live in that area before I move in. (Some hmong dude slept in that room, that I'm now sleeping in). He died in that room, (Freaky). Like I said that is one freaky house.

So when I was looking for a house to buy, I tell my Agent that there must be no death in the house. Cause that's how the Hmong culture is, and the owner of that house must tell the truth to the best of their knowledge.

I don't want to think that house that I'm living in now, I don't want to say that my house is hunted or any of those stuff, but sometimes I would hear ppl talking at night, outside my window. And I would think that it was my next door ppl, being outside. But I would look outside my widow and not see any ppl. But having heard those voices, it reminded me of that time when I was still living at the project. Anyways those voices sound like muffing word and it sounded like two little girls or that's what I think. Once in a while I'll heard them but I don't know if my wife hears those voices, cause she sorta don't believe in those stuff. Lucky her. But those muffing word sounded just like that time. I hope that I was just hearing things LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 12, 2011, 11:58:34 PM
This just reminded me, when  Mt. Airy homes was being remodel.

We had to be relocated to a new place for a short term while my house was being model. And I was still working 2nd shift. So when I got home I did the same routine, just right when I was about to fall a sleep. I was partly asleep and awake, some how my spirit looked up to the ceiling and  I saw a black figure shadow falling right at me. I remember saying Oh shit, and I opened my eyes and it disappeared just as it was about to fall on top of me, I mean it was about inches away from me. Man my heart was beating fast, cause if you guys remember, when I has a fight with that thing and in my dream, it said to me while I was beating it up " that it'll leave me around 4-5 pm and will not come and bother me no more". I sat up in my bed and said to myself " (F)". What the hell was that, man that thing didn't keep it's word. So I went back to sleep, but my heart was still racing and it took me awhile before I fell asleep. I was more aware of my body that night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 13, 2011, 02:43:12 PM
I have a story to share:


Back in the old days, around 1993-1995 or somewhat close to those year. My lilo brother and my parents got in an argument so he kinda lock the whole family out. Everyone was outside hanging out with the neighbor, at that time, our block is full of hmong family. So my dad decided that we should pay a visit to my brothers family since we are being lock out. My brother lived about 15 min drive away. After visiting for a few hours my dad drove us home. Once we turned into the block, I can see from the window stands a tall figure (about 7 ft tall) with long hair. When we finally reach the house it was unlock and we walked in to find my lilo brother sleeping on the couch. I never told anyone about this incident before, but just a couple year ago (2009-2010) my family and I were just hanging out and talking about the good old days when we start talking about our past encounters. I finally told everyone what I saw that night and then my two brother say they saw the same thing. That freaks me out knowing that what I saw that night was not an illusion.


another story about the same house:
Our house has a lilo basement sort of alike, so it sits about 1 ft off the ground and have opening on all four side.  We have a chicken coupe in the back yard, and one night my mom caught a cat that were attacking our chickens. She cover all the outlet from the basement and put the cat inside the base. She told us that, that night she had a dream that these gods of death came to the cat and told the cat that they was gonna leave the cat behind. The cat was sent to take someone away but since it fail to do its job, they can no longer wait for the cat. As morning come, my mom went to go check on the cat and it was gone. We later move to a different place and that is when all the wierd stuff start happening..... will be back to share more.... but one question, What does it mean when you keep on having dreams that leads you back to the same house?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 13, 2011, 03:19:02 PM
okkkkies, back to my story.
So here we are at the new house. This house is set the same way (sits ontop of bricks that leaves a space about 1 ft off the ground) but has wood floor. Every night I (never bother to ask if anyone else hears it) will hear the wood creeks from foot step and thought that it was just the neighbor because these are duplex house. Some night our neighbor's dog would bark like crazy and run all around the back yard. Then there is this one night when my brother woke up to see a huge dark figure and got in a fight with it. Now a day i will have dreams like I have never left that house before. And sometimes I even have dreams that I move back to the same house and everyone & everything was still the same like when we just first got there.... I mentioned this a couple of time to my mom, but she say that its nothing to be scare of. She dont know I have a lilo ordeal with the house. I remember it was a weekend and my parents are away at cousins house helping with the shaman stuff, and my baby brother came to up to me. He says "my tummy hurts really bad, sis do u have know what kinda of med I should take?" and I told him no, but I will try to find something or do something. So stupid me, I turn to the wall of the house and plead. "Please, if you can, take the pain from my baby brother and give it to me so he wont have to deal with the pain". A few minutes went by and suddenly I felt this twisted pain in my abdominal. I couldnt take it anymore so I plead again. "Please, if you can hear me, take the pain. You are the wall therefore you will not feel anything." And bam, the pain is gone.  Sometimes when I have dreams about the house I think its because of that ordeal I have.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 13, 2011, 03:31:49 PM
I should be working, but I'm going to share this story first before I forget about it.

This was told to me by a friend. She told me that she has this one grandpa who just pass not to long ago due to a promise he made with a past girlfriend. The grandpa is very ill and so the family have someone do jingle bell to look into his soul. The shaman person told the family that the reason why he is ill is because the girl friend is trying to take him away. When they were younger they made a promise to be with each other by drinking each others blood. The girlfriend end up marrying someone else and live her life... same thing goes with my friend grandpa. After a few days, the grandpa start talking nonsense and refuse to sleep. He says he can see ghost and that someone is coming for him. The family decided that they will take turn gaurding the grandpa so that he wont be scared. One night there were about 4-5 of the uncle in the bedroom with the grandpa and all sudden a rock flew from the window and hit the wall. It is impossible for a rock to flew thru the window without breaking it. Then while everyone was looking at the rock that flew next to the bed, there was this bloody arm reached out from under the bed and grab their grandpa's arm. They all yelled "arent you embarrass, there is so many people here and you are doing it infront of everyone". The bloody arm then let go and went back under the bed. When the uncle looked under the bed, there was nothing there. A few weeks later the grandpa died, and it was say that the girlfriend finally took him because he have some thing that belongs to her..... HER BLOOD THAT WAS INSIDE OF HIM, WHEN THEY DRINKED TO A PROMISE.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: werty on April 13, 2011, 07:19:52 PM
wow.. u guys got some pretty scary stories.... i never have an encounter before......

my grandpa was recently in the hospital... my siblings would take turns spending the night sleeping on the couch in his hospital room... mostly for translation purposes in case something happen... this one night.. around 11 pm... my bro noticed my grandpa was up and was focused on the same spot in the room.. my bro asked him what he was looking at... my grandpa said "why are there two little girls dressed in hmong clothes looking at me?" my bro freaked out so bad he called my dad to come relieved him right away...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 13, 2011, 10:59:46 PM
Man, writing and read all those scary stories. Making me all paranoid.

And my wife being a loud mouth about me being here too much. She mention that  she hopes that I something with the ghost or like that. I didn't pay any attention to her words.  All i know is that either too much C O D or P H. LOL.

So a couple of weeks ago, I was laying on the sofa playing C O D. I swear that I felt someone brushed my hair from behind, I thought it was my son sitting behind the sofa. I got up and looked and saw no one. Yikes!!!!. I thought it was just me thinking too hard about all them scary stories you guys been posting.

This happened a couple of days ago, I was still in bed and my son was up. he was in the living room watching T.V.  He was yelling at me to wake up. So I look at the clock and said, shoot it's only 8am. I had my foot out of the blanket so my feet were expose. I went back to sleep, I'm still trying to figure this out. I swear that I felt someone tapped my foot. "Crap this is creeping me out right now". It felted like a small hand just tapped my foot. I shot up in the bed to see if that was my son. But I saw no one in the room with me. (Crap I'm getting freak out now). LOL. Twice now, I felt like it was physically touching me.
I've never had and physical contact before.
Am I thinking too hard. What does this mean. Crap..LOL I'm scaring myself silly. I think I'll lay low from PH for a while. LOL Not.....

Guys and gals, keep them scary stories and stuff coming
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 14, 2011, 08:21:46 AM
I love these stories! It's so interesting. =]

I don't have a story in mind right now, but as for me i'm not scared of anything. Not even ghost/demons. I'm more scared of gangsters and Kedo's. LOL. I'm not scared of anything because I had plenty of encounters and it's almost the same thing over and over. But I would say that some are hella scary I won't even tell anyone. HAhA. When I see or hear a ghost I would b*tch at it, and it will just leave me alone. I'm a girl and my siblings thinks that I'm going to have some sort of shaman thingy in me. HAHA. But seriouly I don't want that. Well when I have a ghost story I'll post it up. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 14, 2011, 08:25:59 AM
wow.. u guys got some pretty scary stories.... i never have an encounter before......

my grandpa was recently in the hospital... my siblings would take turns spending the night sleeping on the couch in his hospital room... mostly for translation purposes in case something happen... this one night.. around 11 pm... my bro noticed my grandpa was up and was focused on the same spot in the room.. my bro asked him what he was looking at... my grandpa said "why are there two little girls dressed in hmong clothes looking at me?" my bro freaked out so bad he called my dad to come relieved him right away...

this is really similar to my grandpa too. He saw a lot of scary things in the hospital. He always tell me why he see's this and that, but im a brave girl so i always tell him that its nothing he is just thinking too much. And all of my cousins and siblings are like hella scared they wont even sleep at the hospital, but me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 14, 2011, 10:42:17 AM
I have a sister who pass on since the late 1980's so I dont really remember her much, but the story goes on.... She ran away when we are in ban vanai (how ever you spell that). She was murdered by some thai people and so sometimes she will come to my parents for money and food. Before the family are sure about her death, we have not set her spirit free so she will come to my parent and bother them. One night, my dad got up in to go use the restroom and there was a mouse out of no where. The mouse was on top of a drawer that was next to the door going to the hall way. My mom saw the mouse first so she told my dad to hit it on the way out to use the restroom. Once my dad was out of the room, the mouse transform into a shadow and yelled at my mom. The shadow says "oh, so you want him to hit me huh, well let me teach you a lesson". The shadow then grabbed my mom by the foot and drag her off the bed. She screamed for my dad and once he got into the room the shadow was gone. My dad found my mom on the ground and ask her what have happen? My mother told my dad the whole story and the next day they have one of my grandma look into it. She told us that it was my sister who came to visit cause she is hungry and broke. My parents then burn her some paper money and offered her some food. A few weeks later, my parents finally did that thing to set her soul/spirit free to recarcinate.




Another story:
This is also about my sister. My mom been sick so she have some do that horn thing to see whats the reason to her sickness. We found out that after the ceremony to set her soul/spirit free, she couldnt recarcinate because she was murdered and her body have no grave. My aunty was summon to do a jingle bell into the other world to built her a grave. When my Aunty was in the stage/trance mode, my aunty was crying and mumbling some words that I cant understand. When the jingle was done, she told us that she saw the whole murder thing repeat infront of her. She say that my sister was killed with a bullet to the back of head. The people that killed her are those that she took off with (some thai people). She then dressed my sister up in hmong traditional death cloth and built her a grave site. After that ceromony we have not heard anything from my parent regarding my sister so I guess she finally was able to go reborn.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 14, 2011, 10:55:55 AM
ouija board story:

I have a friend who loves to play ouija board. She played so much that she actually have a guy spirit that follows her around. One time in high school during lunch, she ask my aunty who was sitting next to her, "hey my guy friend is here with me and he likes you, can he give you a kiss on the cheek".... my aunty go scare and say no. Years past by, I have a homegirl who married my friends (same girl above) brother. One night my homegirl woke up to get a bottle for her kid and found my friend infront of the t.v (the t.v was off) laughing and talking like she was watching something with someone. This scare the h3ll out of my homegirl.... a few years past by and for some reason my friend seem to be normal now. I guess the spirit got bored and left. lols.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 14, 2011, 11:40:55 AM
funeral story:

I was at a relatives funeral (distant uncle from my side) when this all happen. My uncle have 3 wive. First wife did not care about my uncle, when he was sick she dont cook or clean after him. He married second wife, which she passed. The third wife is my aunty (my mom sis). During my uncles funeral the youngest daughter of the first wife got possesed. She was in another room talking to her sis when she start cussing and throwing chairs around. The sis came into the main room screaming for help. The guys that are in charge of the funeral went into the room to see what all the commotion was about. They found out that my uncle wanted to come into her body and talk to everyone but she refuses. So the whole time she was cussing was for him not to get in. When she got out of the possesed mode, she told everyone that the day her dad (which is my uncle) passed he came and attack her. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner and all suddenly felt some pain on her leg above her ankle. When she look at it, it was a bite mark. Even though its her father, she is scare that he might attack her again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 14, 2011, 12:40:38 PM
dragon story:

When I first notice that something is wrong with my ex was in the car while driving from north to east sac. I ask him "is everything alright?" and he just reply "yeah". Once we got to his house and got up stair to his room he finally told me why he was acting weird in the car. He say "did you see what was by my side of the window?" I told him "no, why?" and so he told me that there was this green troll next to him by the passenger window. He told me that the whole thing started when him and his friends went out to a lake for a swim. He was getting ready to step out of the water when something pull him back. When he fell back into the water he stepped on something that felt like a skull, so he got scared and scream for his friend to pull him out. Since then he started to see these green troll around. He also mentioned that everytime he eat, he dont feel like the food went to his tummy. It felt like someone grabbed the food from his throat, so he stop eating for a few day or until he is really hungry. That saturday that I was with him and notice him being all weird, I told his mom about it. His mom came into the room and ask him what is going on and what is he seeing. He told his mom the same story he told me and what he saw. His mom then called all the church people near by to come and read pray for him but it did not help. The whole time they were reading bible and praying, he yelled out "shyt, they are coming closer to me.... they are standing next to you guys (church people)". A few days later, his mom finally called his uncle which is a shaman to come over and perform a ceremony. The uncle says that the green trolls are sent from Zaj to take my ex back with them. When he was out swimming, he stepped on the Zaj daughters head and so she fell in love with him. The zaj's daughter tried to take him a couple of time, but she couldnt cause his heart is no longer with him... its with someone else already. So the uncle have to plead with the Zaj that my ex will never interfer with their home again and sent the daughter with the green trolls back. They then change my ex name and after that nothing else happened.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 14, 2011, 12:53:13 PM
During the summer of 1999 I was staying with my uncle and aunty because I was offered a summer job. My family moved to a different town that summer. I got up early one morning to prepare my lunch for the day when I hear a baby cry. I went to go see who it is cause there was no infant in the house. When I got to the location where the cry was coming from, there was nothing there.... just buch of toys. I got freaked out and hurry pack my lunch and left the house. Till now a day, I have not mentioned anything to my Aunt, Uncle, or cousins. Thinking back to it, I dont know why I have to courage to check what it is..... now after reading all these ghost story in here, I will not dare to go check.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 14, 2011, 01:07:41 PM
I know my story is not all that scary, but I'm just contributing my part in.

I use to live in a nice and quiet apartment complex. When I say nice and quiet I mean, its clean and no one is ever outside.... its kinda spooky come to think of it. In the apartment live 3 of us (me, my sis, and my ex). There is this one indian guy who will come and stay in our living room once or twice a week... he is one of my ex's friend. I never notice anything weird or out of the normal when I was living there, but my ex told me his friend encounter something there. The friend got home kinda late and was  getting ready for bed, he put out his air bed and just barely lay down when he felt the hair of his neck stood up. He stayed up for a while and seems like everything was ok. He sleeps with his front facing the wall so his back faces the living room. He woke up around 2 in the morning to get a drink of water and went back to bed. Some time past and suddenly he felt a hand rubbing his back. He got scared and can not fall back to sleep so he stayed up till morning. I remember waking up one morning to get ready to work and saw him up. I didnt ask him anything because it didnt hit me. Its been a couple of year later and my ex finally told me the story, got me scared for a moment.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 14, 2011, 02:11:11 PM
I've seen a lot of stories here and some are like similar. But i love it so much. I'm gonna tell one. Not scary though =]

So just last month my mom found out that she had some kind of spirit with her, what i mean is good spirit. It was her shaman spirits. So we have this one grandma who came from thailand and lived here for 4 years. She is a very powerful shaman and she teaches people who has shaman thingy in them, well whatever you say that. My mom spirits are connected to that grandma's spirits.

Ok the story is my grandpa haven't been feeling good since last year, he had been going to the hospital and he is always thinking negative saying that he is going to die and all that stuff. And he see's stuff in the hospital. Well since he kept put in the hospital my parents decided to go to that grandma's place and check what was wrong with my grandpa because he's been sick and weak lately, well that grandma did this shaman look in the water thingy and it was one of our grandpa who died like in the 70's. Now this grandpa has made our grandpa sick because that grandpa didnt get sent to heaven the right way because back then my grandpa and some uncles couldn't find his body and just left everything normal like nothing ever happened.
Well when the grandma was done looking into it she had told my mom that she is going to know how to ua neeg so my mom was surprised because she didn't know anything about it. Well all of a sudden my mom started shaking like you know how shaman shake there legs when they go to the other world? When she was shaking the grandpa that died went into her body and used my mom's body so he can tell my dad what he had to say. This is what the dead grandpa said (I was there seeing all this) "Son I know that your dad is in the hospital right now but i want you to tell him this. I've been gone so long and no one had sent me to heaven, I am hungry and I need money, how come no one loves me? If you guys still want your dad alive then you guys have to send me money and make me a funeral." After this everything was calm so we headed home and my mom got so tired she couldnt even move so we had to hold onto her going into the car. We were talking about this in the car and my mom said that it feels weird because she wasn't the one crying it was the person that was inside of her which that was our dead grandpa.

I woulnd't say this is scary but I just wanted to share it because I've never seen anything like this ever in my life.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 14, 2011, 02:17:03 PM
I remember when I was little my family and I moved to North Carolina. We lived with our grandma and grandpa. This is story is located in a farm.

So one night my grandma went outside to get some plants, it was like 8 at night already and when she was walking to the other side, she saw a lady holding a little girl hands walking into the house, at first she thought it was just my mom and my little sister so she didnt mind much. When she got inside she asked my mom and my mom said she was inside cooking the whole time. My grandma got scared and never went outside at night. But the history of that house is that this old lady died with her granddaughter.  :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 14, 2011, 02:34:38 PM
Friend = scooter crash = taking pics for memories(funny pics he fell) = in one pic there is a figure standing next to him = figure not fake real pic = pic was taken at night when he fell.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 14, 2011, 09:49:23 PM
I got a very close friend that had never encounter any of those things, cause he was always a home boy if you know what I mean.

"White a$$ season is here, and I want to share a short story with you guys".

But he tells me that he wants to meet one in person... So I was like.... what...are you crazy or what......don't you know that you must not say those word out loud and beside you don't what to meet one anyways.

So a few years ago I got him into fishing, for them a$$ on the Hmong river. Since it was the a$$ runs, he wanted to go fishing in the morning. I told him that I'll meet him at the Hmong river, but don't leave the house till 4am cause it'll take about an hour to get there. But he had the a$$ fever and couldn't wait til that time. I went to sleep and around 2am my phone ringed. I look at my phone and said "shoot this guys got the a$$ fever LOL". I answered and he asked me where I was. I told him that I'm still in bed, and for him to go to sleep. He told me that he was at the Hmong river already. I said WTF you crazy... So I told him that I'll be there around 3am. So that he'll have someone with him.

But I was tried cause I too had the a$$ fever but I managed to get some shut eyes. So I fell back to sleep. than later my phone rang again I got up and said " shoot I fell a sleep, now he piss cause it already 3am LOL". I answered and said "I'm on my way". Half way there he called me and asked how far was I to him. I told him that I'm half way to the river.. he said " he's at the gas station where I always pump gas". So when I got there I said "why you drive all the way back here". You could of waited at a closer gas station in that town then drive all the way back here".

I asked him "did you run into something funny out there"? he didn't answer me, but I knew that he encountered some thing out there by himself. I mean to drive all the way back to the half way mark, that about a good 30-45min drive... After that time he never said anything about wanting to meet one of those things LOL..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 14, 2011, 09:56:16 PM
It's late and I want to tell a Zaj story. =]

So this story is told by my guy cousin.
It was a hot summer day down in Missouri and some guys decided to go swimming since its so hot. One of the guy lets call him tou. He is actually related to my guy cousin. When they were enjoying there fun time in the water tou felt like something was grabbing onto him and after that he was drowning and his friends was trying to help him but they couldn't so they all ran out and called 911, when the police came tou was already dead in the water umm the guards or something like that went into the water and got him finally. He was pale and blue somehow thats what my cousin said. When they were doing his funeral my guy cousin took a picture of the coffin and there were two big dragon standing on each side. SCARY!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 14, 2011, 10:11:00 PM
OMG, that's crazy.. If you read my past post about my friends and I went to go swimming at phalan lake in Minnesota. Your story reminded me of that time. Yikes..

I'm gonna be more cautions when I go for them white a$$, in Minnesota.

Shoot, about the photo, have you seen it yet? That's freaky. to see dragons on each side.. What did the OG's think, have they seen the photo?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on April 14, 2011, 11:39:22 PM
It's late and I want to tell a Zaj story. =]

So this story is told by my guy cousin.
It was a hot summer day down in Missouri and some guys decided to go swimming since its so hot. One of the guy lets call him tou. He is actually related to my guy cousin. When they were enjoying there fun time in the water tou felt like something was grabbing onto him and after that he was drowning and his friends was trying to help him but they couldn't so they all ran out and called 911, when the police came tou was already dead in the water umm the guards or something like that went into the water and got him finally. He was pale and blue somehow thats what my cousin said. When they were doing his funeral my guy cousin took a picture of the coffin and there were two big dragon standing on each side. SCARY!

So you said 2 dragon figure standing at each side, what did these 2 dragon figure look like? I mean we Hmong have always believe in dragon but do we know or can think of how it would look like?  Chinese dragon or more like them Southeast Asian Nagas or maybe we a whole different look to it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on April 15, 2011, 01:14:04 AM
m1zz_shorty: damm fuk those Thai biatches
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 15, 2011, 07:27:53 AM
Omg, that gave me the creeps... I never want to take pictures at the funerals! Have you seen the picture?

no i didnt see it, i wanted to but my cousins mom told him to delete it cause its not good to keep a picture like that. So i didnt see. =[
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 15, 2011, 08:09:05 AM
dragon story:

When I first notice that something is wrong with my ex was in the car while driving from north to east sac. I ask him "is everything alright?" and he just reply "yeah". Once we got to his house and got up stair to his room he finally told me why he was acting weird in the car. He say "did you see what was by my side of the window?" I told him "no, why?" and so he told me that there was this green troll next to him by the passenger window. He told me that the whole thing started when him and his friends went out to a lake for a swim. He was getting ready to step out of the water when something pull him back. When he fell back into the water he stepped on something that felt like a skull, so he got scared and scream for his friend to pull him out. Since then he started to see these green troll around. He also mentioned that everytime he eat, he dont feel like the food went to his tummy. It felt like someone grabbed the food from his throat, so he stop eating for a few day or until he is really hungry. That saturday that I was with him and notice him being all weird, I told his mom about it. His mom came into the room and ask him what is going on and what is he seeing. He told his mom the same story he told me and what he saw. His mom then called all the church people near by to come and read pray for him but it did not help. The whole time they were reading bible and praying, he yelled out "shyt, they are coming closer to me.... they are standing next to you guys (church people)". A few days later, his mom finally called his uncle which is a shaman to come over and perform a ceremony. The uncle says that the green trolls are sent from Zaj to take my ex back with them. When he was out swimming, he stepped on the Zaj daughters head and so she fell in love with him. The zaj's daughter tried to take him a couple of time, but she couldnt cause his heart is no longer with him... its with someone else already. So the uncle have to plead with the Zaj that my ex will never interfer with their home again and sent the daughter with the green trolls back. They then change my ex name and after that nothing else happened.

That was sweet that his heart was no longer with him but somebody else. One question, why is he your ex now?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 15, 2011, 08:21:03 AM
It's late and I want to tell a Zaj story. =]

So this story is told by my guy cousin.
It was a hot summer day down in Missouri and some guys decided to go swimming since its so hot. One of the guy lets call him tou. He is actually related to my guy cousin. When they were enjoying there fun time in the water tou felt like something was grabbing onto him and after that he was drowning and his friends was trying to help him but they couldn't so they all ran out and called 911, when the police came tou was already dead in the water umm the guards or something like that went into the water and got him finally. He was pale and blue somehow thats what my cousin said. When they were doing his funeral my guy cousin took a picture of the coffin and there were two big dragon standing on each side. SCARY!

Really?, actual dragons' picture?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on April 15, 2011, 09:20:12 AM
I totally believed that the picture had two zajs in there because i've seen real picture of ghosts.  My cousins took some pics before they went to IRAQ and when they developed the pictures.  They saw a fog outline of a white man and woman in the back of his car.  damned.  I said their rumor was fake until I saw the picture.  This was not the digital, but the develop kind of film roll.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 15, 2011, 09:35:40 PM
Really?, actual dragons' picture?.

yes its actual, because my cousins mom was talking about how it looked like. so yeah. i wanted to see it so bad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 15, 2011, 09:36:30 PM
I totally believed that the picture had two zajs in there because i've seen real picture of ghosts.  My cousins took some pics before they went to IRAQ and when they developed the pictures.  They saw a fog outline of a white man and woman in the back of his car.  damned.  I said their rumor was fake until I saw the picture.  This was not the digital, but the develop kind of film roll.

dang that is scary.  :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 15, 2011, 09:38:13 PM
So you said 2 dragon figure standing at each side, what did these 2 dragon figure look like? I mean we Hmong have always believe in dragon but do we know or can think of how it would look like?  Chinese dragon or more like them Southeast Asian Nagas or maybe we a whole different look to it..

my cousins said that one of them was huge and long and it was green and the other one was medium big and it was red. thats how he explained it to me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 15, 2011, 09:39:29 PM
OMG, that's crazy.. If you read my past post about my friends and I went to go swimming at phalan lake in Minnesota. Your story reminded me of that time. Yikes..

I'm gonna be more cautions when I go for them white a$$, in Minnesota.

Shoot, about the photo, have you seen it yet? That's freaky. to see dragons on each side.. What did the OG's think, have they seen the photo?

Nope. I have not seen it. my cousins mom told him to deleted right away because its not good. But I wanted to.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 16, 2011, 04:51:04 PM
I like this tread, learned a lot. Interesting about the two dragons in that particular photo, red and green. I've heard that green and red dragons are enemy, and the reds is always much bigger than the greens. That's why tsunami is always happening, the dragons are at war. The greens is smaller but over power the reds in numbers. Than there's also the white and the yellow that are more independent individuals.

Maybe one day, maybe we'll see how they actually are like as true lively creatures. I hope so, not that I'm wanting to be taking by them at a lake or anything like that, just saying. Actually I won't mind being one myself, a little one like Mulan's. Oh, that reminded me, I love to see Vicki Zhao Wei in that new movie she's working on. She's is cute, pretty, and beautiful all put together . . . and sexy. She might be a dragon, she can take me with her anytime if she is, I'll drown in her water I won't mind. LOL  :P Ya' grow up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on April 16, 2011, 07:09:04 PM
I like this tread, learned a lot. Interesting about the two dragons in that particular photo, red and green. I've heard that green and red dragons are enemy, and the reds is always much bigger than the greens. That's why tsunami is always happening, the dragons are at war. The greens is smaller but over power the reds in numbers. Than there's also the white and the yellow that are more independent individuals.

Maybe one day, maybe we'll see how they actually are like as true lively creatures. I hope so, not that I'm wanting to be taking by them at a lake or anything like that, just saying. Actually I won't mind being one myself, a little one like Mulan's. Oh, that reminded me, I love to see Vicki Zhao Wei in that new movie she's working on. She's is cute, pretty, and beautiful all put together . . . and sexy. She might be a dragon, she can take me with her anytime if she is, I'll drown in her water I won't mind. LOL  :P Ya' grow up.

Maybe she is, her chinese zodiac is a dragon ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 16, 2011, 11:43:53 PM
Mola yang:
I'm wondering if the two Zaj(s) looks like the Zaj(s) that everyone see on paintings and photos? Or was it like a mist or blur view. I know that you haven't see it but from what you heard could you give us a better understanding of the pix? if possible? And which one was the smaller one? Man so many ? LOL. The reason I'm asking is that when I heard ppl talking about them Zaj(s), But no one knows what it really looks like.

I remember watching this one video about this hmong dude went into a Zaj(s) place in the woods and ate some banana in that house, and the Lady Zaj liked him and tried to take him to be her hubby, or something like that. It's a video that some church found and went to interview him. Something like that. Had anyone seen this movie? It's a documentary for church. Anyways long story short. The lady Zaj sent her two sister to come get him..... but the two zaj came in a form of a snake. I'll try to remember the video and post it up here someday,cause it' s a long story.
So as I was saying OG's talk about Zaj(s) but no one knows or seen it's true form.. The only Zaj(s) that a lot of ppl see are the Chinese Zaj(s) LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on April 17, 2011, 01:22:54 AM

I remember watching this one video about this hmong dude went into a Zaj(s) place in the woods and ate some banana in that house, and the Lady Zaj liked him and tried to take him to be her hubby, or something like that. It's a video that some church found and went to interview him. Something like that. Had anyone seen this movie? It's a documentary for church. Anyways long story short. The lady Zaj sent her two sister to come get him..... but the two zaj came in a form of a snake. I'll try to remember the video and post it up here someday,cause it' s a long story.
So as I was saying OG's talk about Zaj(s) but no one knows or seen it's true form.. The only Zaj(s) that a lot of ppl see are the Chinese Zaj(s) LOL

Yea Yea I remember that video, its so, old ... my parents once borrow it from some people and watch it like years ago..But I don't remember much of it, wasn't interested cause I was young back then..However, I did remember something about the 2 snake that you mention..so do post it if you have it or can find it, cause I would love to watch it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 18, 2011, 08:12:30 AM
I like this tread, learned a lot. Interesting about the two dragons in that particular photo, red and green. I've heard that green and red dragons are enemy, and the reds is always much bigger than the greens. That's why tsunami is always happening, the dragons are at war. The greens is smaller but over power the reds in numbers. Than there's also the white and the yellow that are more independent individuals.

Maybe one day, maybe we'll see how they actually are like as true lively creatures. I hope so, not that I'm wanting to be taking by them at a lake or anything like that, just saying. Actually I won't mind being one myself, a little one like Mulan's. Oh, that reminded me, I love to see Vicki Zhao Wei in that new movie she's working on. She's is cute, pretty, and beautiful all put together . . . and sexy. She might be a dragon, she can take me with her anytime if she is, I'll drown in her water I won't mind. LOL  :P Ya' grow up.

LOL funny. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 18, 2011, 08:14:15 AM
Mola yang:
I'm wondering if the two Zaj(s) looks like the Zaj(s) that everyone see on paintings and photos? Or was it like a mist or blur view. I know that you haven't see it but from what you heard could you give us a better understanding of the pix? if possible? And which one was the smaller one? Man so many ? LOL. The reason I'm asking is that when I heard ppl talking about them Zaj(s), But no one knows what it really looks like.

I remember watching this one video about this hmong dude went into a Zaj(s) place in the woods and ate some banana in that house, and the Lady Zaj liked him and tried to take him to be her hubby, or something like that. It's a video that some church found and went to interview him. Something like that. Had anyone seen this movie? It's a documentary for church. Anyways long story short. The lady Zaj sent her two sister to come get him..... but the two zaj came in a form of a snake. I'll try to remember the video and post it up here someday,cause it' s a long story.
So as I was saying OG's talk about Zaj(s) but no one knows or seen it's true form.. The only Zaj(s) that a lot of ppl see are the Chinese Zaj(s) LOL

ok I dont really know too. but my cousin said that the zaj's were clearly seen. but thats something scary i wouldnt want to discover. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 18, 2011, 08:30:33 AM
Ok this one is not scary as much, but imma tell it anyways. LOL

So my dad is a big time chicken LOVER. LOL He used to own his own chicken coop at one of my cousins place. My dad is a well known person because his chicken always win when he goes cock fighitng. My dad is a respectful person. He got tired of giving his best chickens to his friends because they sell it for big money. So now he refuses to give it to them because my dad knows that them guys will sell it for money. His chicken coop was near a pond.

That part was just his little story about his friends and chicken the actual story is:
So one day my dad goes to his chicken coop and was feeding his chickens as normal as he always do, just right then when he was half finished he hears some native american people screaming like they are screaming for help and stuff. My dad was not those people that get scared so he ignored it and just kept doing what he has to do, he hears it again but this time it sounded like they were dancing and singing walking around my dads chicken coop so he went out to look and see's nothing, and again so he got sorta afraid and just went home. (Remember his chicken coop is near a pond). When he got home he told my grandpa and he did this shaman thingy to see what it was and it was told to my grandpa that my dad's chicken coop was on some dead native american's place and if my dad dont move quickly then those native american will haunt him til he dies. My grandpa told my dad and both of them went to the chicken coop to sacrificed a chicken for the native american. Right then my dad torned down his chicken coop and had a new chicken coop at this white persons place. Now he don't hear anything strange like that.

Sorry this story is lame if you think so. But interesting for me somehow. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: my-name-is on April 18, 2011, 12:19:55 PM
These are just my personal experience. Have you heard of ghost stories where someone counts or feels an extra head in bed. Well never thought that would happen to me but it did. It was 12 years ago, a week after my first child was born. It was New Years Eve and my brother and cousin were going out. His curfew was no later than 12:30. My husband and I were getting tired so we headed to bed and figure my brother can call us so we can open the door for him.

So as I sat on my bed and looked at my husband, our bedroom looked different. Everything was as it is but the room just looked longer and wider. I was going to tell him about how I felt but I figured it's all in my head. Well went to sleep and had a bad dream. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized there was someone sleeping down by my thigh. My first thought was, how disrespectful for my brother to come sleep in the same bed as my husband and I. Naw....it couldn't be him because he never came by afterwards. Could it be my baby? Couldn't be because she's only a week old and I could feel her still sleeping next to me. Maybe it's my husband....no that can't be because he still sleeping on the other side of my baby. I ran out of names. As I was going through in my head of name and who it could be my hand was on it's head. I was feeling around, felt the eyes, the nose than down to the mouth. I was also paralzyed and the only thing that I could move was my hands. I realized it wasn't even human. That's when I curled my fingers like a hook and I felt it try to get away. I could see my hands up in the air as that thing was trying to get away and I broke free from my paralysis. I yelled for my husband to turn on the lights. After I told him what just happened. He just sat there looking at me, shocked and dazed. Than he said, "I didn't want to tell you but before we went to bed I felt something step down on the bed at the foot of the bed." He said he didn't want to scare me and after he felt that he just curled up his feet and decided to fall asleep.

After I called my mom to see what it was, she said it was my cousin's mom who came to see who the new baby was. She says that even tho my cousin's mom is dead she is still with my cousin every day. She committed suicide when my cousin was just a baby. My cousin is her and my uncles only child. I guess in a sense she is making up for what she couldn't took from her only child by just watching over her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on April 18, 2011, 12:51:48 PM
Hey guys! Im back with another story.   8)

So this happened to one of my older cousins when I was like 11 or 12. They had a baby boy and everyone was happy for them. When they brought the baby home, they took a picture of him not from a digital camera but those other ones. You get my point. Lol. Well, after they took some pictures, they decided to go and develop it the next day. After they developed the pictures, one particular picture freaked them out. It was a picture of their baby boy wrapped in a blanket, sleeping. Then theres this arm that is sticking from out of nowhere and it looked like its trying to put its arm around the baby, and theres a faded face of someone behind the baby. This really freaked them out so they told their parents who is my uncle and aunty. Then my uncle and aunty told my parents and they came over and prayed for the baby. I was not suppose to see the picture, but I sneaked a look anyways. And it was kinda freaky.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on April 18, 2011, 01:12:43 PM
And heres anothr one about my older sister.
Last night, my older sister was telling me about her dream when we were younger, like way young. Lol.
My sister went to sleep over at my one of my uncle's place and my grandma lived with them. When they went to sleep, my sister had a dream about the apartment complex we all lived in. It was kinda dark outside in her dream. and she was playing hide and seek with some of the kids. There was alot of cars parked in the parking lot and there are 3 main apartments. Two on the side and one in the middle. My uncle them lived in the middle apartments and that was where my sister was playing hide-in-seek. She remembers seeing kids running around and it was getting kinda dark, but not so dark. Lol. Well, she ran to hide by this white van (Woot! The ultimate hmong car!  O0) And she saw this old lady with a cane walking towards her. The old lady was like " Come over here, little girl." My sister looked at her and the old lady continued " Come here." Then she heard my grandma calling her. My grandma was like "Kia, its getting late! Come home and wash up and go to sleep." My sister turned around and saw my grandma and was like "Okay!" When she turned around, the old lady was gone.
Then my sister kinda woke up and was in like a  dreamlike state. She remembers seeing the foot of the bed and the old lady from her dream walking across the room and standing at the foot of the bed dircetly where my sister's foot was and the old lady just looking at her. My sister started to cry and my grandma woke up. My grandma asked her wat was wrong, and she lied that she missed my parents.

Dude, my sister totally freaked me out last night. Lol. I couldnt go to sleep cause i was thinking of that old lady from insidious. LMAO.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 18, 2011, 02:50:36 PM
yessiree, that is freaky
i totally thought the same thing about insideous too
that movie caught me by surprise, i thought pg-13 its gonna suck but boy was i wrong
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 19, 2011, 10:55:36 AM
Sorry I sorta ran out of personal stories to tell you guys... But I have a lot about what I heard from friends and families..LOL

This one was about wild mushroom.
I heard it from my in-laws from Kansas, this happened in Kansas also, cause every year they go pick those srooms. So the hubby and his wife went into the woods to go pick them sroom. After a long days out in the woods the two decided to head back to the car. As they were walking back the hubby noticed that his shoe lace was untie. So he bent down to tie his shoes. ( This is what the wife side of the story was). The wife saw him bent down for one split second and the wife turned her head away, and then looked back at him.. But he was gone, he just disappeared. She got scare and started screaming his name out int the woods.

"Ppl that's why the OG always say don't go yelling your friends name or your hunting group out in the woods".

So back to the story. All of a sudden the hubby stood up and say to his wife "what are you doing screaming my name for . I'm right here". So the wife told the hubby that she saw him bent down to tie his shoe and she turn away for a sec. and when she turn back you were gone"! The hubby got kinda scare and told the wifey to hurry up and head back a-sap. they both started walking back to the car... About a couple of days later the hubby just... boom-- past away.. No illness what so ever.

It's not that scary, sorry.
But please don't stop telling... Keep this thread a live..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 19, 2011, 01:04:31 PM
That was sweet that his heart was no longer with him but somebody else. One question, why is he your ex now?.



oh, he got marry to someone else. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on April 19, 2011, 01:21:53 PM
Lol. I have a story to share. Its not scary, but i wanna share it.
Lmao. so eariler i  was reading some scary stories and my teacher walked out of the room. I continued to read and not do my work. When my teacher walked in, i looked up and saw her and jumped like an retard. Lol. She freakin scared me! Lmao.  :2funny:  :D  ;D  >:(  :o  ???  :P  :-[  :'(  :2funny:  :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 19, 2011, 02:20:54 PM
This story is told to me by a friend. Him and some friend went fishing at this one place on Eight mile in Stockton. They caught a few fish and tie them fish on a rope while letting them swim in the water. A few minute later when they come back to check on the fish, there were chunk missing from the fish like someone taken a bite out of them. The friend got scared so he untie the fish and toss it back into the water and left.

Same place.
My ex was fishing with his friend late into the night. He got tire so he went into his car to go nap. He had his cap over his face when there was a knock on the window. He lifted his cap and saw nothing, then he put the cap back on top of his face and go back to his nap. Again, there is another knock on the window. He got scared and went back to his nap. The knocks continue but he dont care to look up anymore. That place is known to be haunted.


Same place:
My brother and his friend also went fishing there. They were joking around about never seen a ghost before and if there is one then for it to show it self. A few minute into their fishing, there were this huge shadow look alike few over them and landed with hard stomp on the other of the road. They all got scare and took off. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 19, 2011, 02:27:48 PM
I remember when my grandpa pass, its like a dream because it was so long ago. So my grandpa went hunting with some of his buddy. He return home with an injured foot. I remember it was either a snake bite or something similar. When he came home, his foot was swollen and he was not able to put pressure on it at all. A few days later his foot turns black and have some liquid ozzing out from it. We took him to the hospital and the doctor was unable to help him. His injury got worse over the week, so on the last night before he pass there were so many cats around our house. I remember hearing the cat meow thru the night, and when morning come the cats where gone and my grandpa pass.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 20, 2011, 08:30:33 AM
This is a story my grandpa told me when he was back in laos.

So it was early in the morning around 6amish. My grandma always wake up early to cook and do all these other chores, so my grandpa got up and decided to go smoke since its morning already. He was sitting outside of the door just smoking his bong. LOL all of a sudden he see's a little girl with long frizzy hair wearing hmong clothes walking into the forest. My grandpa got sorta freaked out and went inside.

So one of my uncle told us this story:
When my uncle was back in laos, him and his friends went to go farm. It was getting late and they were tired so they decided to sleep there and go back in the morning. Since there were a little hut thingy they slept in there but remember the OG's says when you sleep dont sleep straight from the door or something will grab your feet? Well my uncles friend was cocky and he was like im not scared of ghost i can sleep srtaight by the door. So my uncle and his other friend was just like ok say whatever. So it was midnight and everyone was sleeping but my uncle is a light sleeper and he hears the door open slowly, he see's a pog ntsoog (however you spell that) coming for my uncles friends feet. My uncle was so scared so he just watched and it dragged my uncles friends foot all they way out the door. My uncle and the other friend got up quick and grabbed there friends hands the pog ntsoog was laughing and my uncle said please leave us alone and all these other crap to the pog ntsoog so it just vanished. And they all ran home even though it was dark, cause they were too scared to stay.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: modoupodou on April 20, 2011, 02:57:20 PM
I thinks its a new year, its never too old to add/ share stories about ghost stories....
So, im sure many of us have heard of Sunrise market place in St Paul right? And how there is a 2nd floor, where all the business offices are located. Supposedly NONE of the business offices on the 2nd floor stay open past 7:00pm because of something unexplained.

This story happened to my cousin and some of her friends who were practicing their dances in the dance studio for the new year competition. One night they asked permission from their dance instructor to be able to stay all night in the dance studio for some extra practice hour. They were allowed to stay, but they would be locked in the building until the next day. So they cant leave the building, or else the alarm system will sound.They (my cousins and her dance friends) said sure it will be fine, they can wait until the market opens again the next day....

That night as the businesses closed for the night, they knew they were the only ones left. it was around 10, 11, or 12 when their music player suddenly stopped playing and shuts off. The girls thought it was weird, but didn't think much of it, when suddenly they heard music coming from down the hall. It sounded like someone was playing the Hmong Qeej instrument walking up and down the hall (like how they would always play it traditionally) so that the girls will hear it getting loud as it approached them and slowly get quieter as it went the other way. This person played it like a professional, the song it played sounded like the ones for the funeral.
At this point some of the girls were really scared, one of them got up and peeked out in the dark hall (the hallway lights were shut off) she said she saw a hmong man dressed in traditional clothing, playing the Qeej, but she couldn't see the face.

Since they were too scared to go out of the room or call anyone to open the door for them since the alarm might go off, they were stuck in that dance room for the whole night. They all stopped dancing, and crowded together in fear in a corner and had to wait until the next morning. They will NEVER stay alone on the 2nd floor again...

well i dont know if this haunting is real or not but it sure freaked me out when i first heard this.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 20, 2011, 08:23:09 PM
This story was told to me by a friend on our way back home from a "okay" night fishing trip two days ago. One of his uncle love fishing, even if it's late pitch dark and he's by himself he'll fish if time is available. Well, on a particular night it happened just so that he was actually really at the lake by himself with no other fishermen what so ever. Out of nowhere this homeless dude came up tapping him on the shoulder and asked him if he has a lighter, he jumped and said "no, I don't". The bum walked away and than came back 5 min later and asked the same question and again he said "sorry dude, I don't have one". The bum walked away and than came back again after another 5 min pass and asked him for a lighter, at this time he was piss to think somebody was taking him for a fool so he turn on his flash light and point it toward the dude's face. He said what he saw was just like how those zombies in movies looks like, he just ran as fast as he can to his car without all his gears and equipments and drove home shaking. The next morning he order his son to go back with him to the lake the collect his belongings, amazingly all his stuff was still there. They did a jingle bell for him and told him to not go near any lake for at least 2 yrs but he's already back out there fishing away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 21, 2011, 02:12:35 AM
Mayn I didn't want to tell this... But you had to go and reminded me of this one.. Haha


About 1year ago.  It was a nice warm summer night that I took my bro and his friends fishing at this one river for cat(s) and anything big to bite. So out of the blue these meekas kids showed up and was playing by the cliff. One of the meekas was chilling with us and talking. Than one of his other meeka buddy was calling for his name, tellling him that his bro have fallen off the cliff.

Long story short.. Cause there's too many details.
 
Any ways I told my bro and his buddies that those meekas kids are drunk. But it turned out to be real.. So I say to my bro. It's time we heading home. When we were about to leave, the po po and them showed up. when I read the news paper it stated that a Minn. meeka  fell 40+ feet to the bottom of the river and died there. Any ways a lot of ppl use to jump off that cliff. Even though your not allow ppl still do it. but it was summer and the water went down, so the rocks that had fallen where exposed.

I used to smoke. But I've been free for over a year now..LOL. I stop carrying lighter ever since but. I'll need to start carrying one. Anyways I was think about that time, and since I go a night fishing there a lot. I was think what --If someone or dude taps me over the shoulder at night for a lighter, and I turn to see that it was......... Mayn I don't even want to type it here LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 21, 2011, 02:33:01 AM
Modoupodou..

I use to go shopping at sunrise.  Did you know that it's no longer just a store. It changed to one of those mini stores... I haven't been there for over 8+years now. Until recently.
I been upstairs a couple of times. And I've always had  bad feeling about that place, but I never heard that story. WOW.. Are there still small bizz upstairs or is that whole 2nd floor unoccupied now?

In related to your story...
I was told by a hmong dude that I used to work with. So their cuz's dad pass away and they live at a farm. So this is what he and the other ppl  there that night, hmong ppl do that thing...night watching, ( Sorry I can't spell it). He heard that thing( can't spell it either) playing around the house, he thought to himself. W T H. Who's playing that thingy at this time of the night. And it went for a couple of minutes and than it went into the woods and it came back around the house. Every night they would heard that thingy played. Up till the the day he was buried.. Man that thingy sure makes a creepy music. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmg_mom on April 21, 2011, 02:40:37 PM
 :o holy cats there's a ton of stories. I'm gonna make another attempt to read them. I've been too chicken to return here. Lol crap! I don't even remember what page I last visited. I feel like I'm gonna have to start from the beginning ..... Blah
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 21, 2011, 03:45:26 PM
About them cat(s).

My mom told me this. When I was younger and naughty, I never came home for a couple of days. So there use to be a cat that was following me. Like when I'm home my mom would see this cat outside the back porch. And when I was gone the cat never show up at the house. I never thought much of it til I started reading about cats here. Agghhhh.

Anyways when we moved out to go buy a house, there was this one cat that my sis picked up in the back yard and started  to raise the cat. I would tell my sis WTF are you doing. having a stray cat in the house, you never know if it's clean. I'm not gonna go into details. So one day I threw that cat down the basement cause my parent has these big a$$ rats that live in the basement, cause back in the old house code the water meter was not install the city code that is today. And it was under the dirt unlike now where the meter sits on top of concrete. So you have a about 4-5ft wide by 4-5ft long square. So the rats would dig it's hole there and claw up into the upstairs room.. Shyte if I knew that my old man and lady was gonna buy that house I would of said"NO". This cat was a real pu$$ c cause after a whole day in the basement this cat was up on them ducks and hiding. LOL

Sometimes too much inform is no good for you lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on April 22, 2011, 12:41:21 PM
Miss Shorty, Yes, Eight Mile is very haunted. I've drove through there with some of my Filipino friends and its damn scary when its 2 in the morning! I've heard lots of story about Eight Mile. Gived me the creeps. Lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on April 22, 2011, 02:05:31 PM
Yessiree - Try Eight Mile during the winter time when the fogs rolled in...it's more creepy...done that a couple of times and luckily have not encountered anything out of the ordinary...kno ck on wood...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 22, 2011, 06:11:15 PM
My nephew kept telling me one time that a ghost at night kept coming to him while hes in a deep sleep at night & sit on him.  My nephew was about 10 & was about 21.  I didn't believe him one bit of course.  So one night I ended sleepin over at his house because all our parents we're over visiting.  My nephew was knocked the fawk out & I crashed on the bed next to his but couldn't sleep so I was on my phone on facebook & texting.  & while I'm wide awake I heard a scratching at the door.  I was like "WTF?"  Now everyone is downstairs talking & it was only us upstairs.  I looked at his door & WTF it started to slowly open on its own.... slowly it opened til it was all the way open.  By this time I had turned my phone to stand by(no light).  What I saw that night I'd never forget!!!!!  One of my other uncles ran in & jumped on him & grabbed is balls.  My nephew was so tired he was like "Stop & was pushing my uncle off."  My uncle laughed & left.  The next day when we woke up he said it happened again.  I was like Nigga you got molested by uncle Zong Thao.  I started crackin up so bad!  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 22, 2011, 09:54:37 PM
Dude that was dumb,gay and funny at the same time. LOL kudos to you. LMFAO.

So last night it was raining and I told my younger bro to go with me outside to catch them worms in my mom's garden. I slept at my parents' house so I can get to the Hmong River faster.  But in the back of my head I was freaking scared, cause I remember reading about the 2 OG's that went to get them worms and one of the OG's saw something while they both were picking up them worms. LOL. So when I was like bending down, I dare not lift my head to see who was in front of me. But I was always looking to see if my bro was next to me or not.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: toumuas on April 23, 2011, 10:22:35 AM
Ok. This one was when my wife and i just moved in to another apartment. Her brother was living with us at the time. We hadn't lived there for long when one morning we heard a light switch turned off and heard footsteps walking out of my BIL's room and down the hallway. I remembered it was 8:30am that morning and asked my wife, ''your brother's just going to work?''
She looked at me and said, ''I guess so.'' So, to be sure, I made her called her brother up. He picked up the phone and said that he's already at work and driving around in his company's car. My wife and I looked at each other and froze.
Another time, I had the day off and she was leaving for work in the morning. She kissed me goodbye and I told her to closed the bedroom door. I heard the door clicked shut and went to bed. A couple of hours later, I heard a light thump. I woke up and was thinking was the noise was because it sounded like it was in my bedroom. I had the blanket partially covering my head so it was blocking my view. I moved the blanket out of my view and thats when I saw thr door ws wide open. Again, i froze. Evetything ws going thru my head: i sweared i heard the door clicked shut when my wife left for work, and my BIL was already gone for work, too. I kept thinking more and the more I think, the more I was getting scared. So finally, i man up and jumped out of bed and went to watched tv in the living room until my wife came. I was glad we lived there for only three months because we relocated. I landed a new job up in Sacramento.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 25, 2011, 12:39:03 PM
I'm not sure if this is a true story......... ....

There is this one place that hmong people always go to kill cow and also do the soul release ritual, its in Lathrop which is located south of Stockton. This place is well known to alot of Hmong around the area. There are two building, one is for killing cow and the other is where the chicken are kept and slaughter. Well, I heard from a friend that the people that work there caught a lilo girl with slanted eyes and its arm are on the bottom where as the leg is suppose to be and the leg are where as the arm are suppose to be. The worker came in early one morning and notice that there was a lilo girl playing with the chicken's egg. They slowly approach her in the dark and use one of them fish net thingy to catch her. When they did that she froze and cant run anywhere. After the light was turned on they realized she was not a normal person. The owner there called someone of the authority figure to come pick and take the girl away.

When my mom and I went there for the chicken a couple of week later, I asked the hmong guy that was working there if this was true. He told me that it was only rumor. I ask my mom to ask him the question..... cus usually an og ask another og, they tend to tell the truth. He told my mom that, yeah its true they did caught a poj ntxoom there.

I'm not sure if anyone of you heard of this, but if you do, correct me if I'm wrong.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dr3ambab3e on April 25, 2011, 01:08:12 PM
I remember when my grandpa pass, its like a dream because it was so long ago. So my grandpa went hunting with some of his buddy. He return home with an injured foot. I remember it was either a snake bite or something similar. When he came home, his foot was swollen and he was not able to put pressure on it at all. A few days later his foot turns black and have some liquid ozzing out from it. We took him to the hospital and the doctor was unable to help him. His injury got worse over the week, so on the last night before he pass there were so many cats around our house. I remember hearing the cat meow thru the night, and when morning come the cats where gone and my grandpa pass.



well im from stockton too....i heard that story from a friend but i duno if its true or not....
i use to go their with my mom all the time but now im married i've not been there for quit a while...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dr3ambab3e on April 25, 2011, 01:10:05 PM
oh my...i reply to the wrong person...sorry ....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dr3ambab3e on April 25, 2011, 01:25:15 PM
well after reading all these zaj's stories...i also have one too...

it was told to me by a friend.

my friend said the girl was some how related to her.
so yeah... the girl and her family went swimming in a lake one summer.
while her and her sister was swimming she felt like she was suck into the water.
she was drowning and called for help. her sis was tryin to help her but couldnt,
then by the time the other came and helped her she turned purple.

after her death, i guess her family, develope the picha that they took at the lake.
in one of her photo, there was this pink zaj wrap around her neck. they said that she liked the color pink
thats why the dragon was pink.(but i duno if that true)

so her funeral was hold, and one nite her mother was sleeping, she came into her dream.
the mother dream that she came and told her that she didnt die, it was the zaj that
took her to be his wife...n said she dont want to married him, can they do something to help her
so she dont get to married him.
she also told her mother that she misses her and that if she see a black cat
then its going to be her. then after the mother dream that, the next day at the funeral the mother saw
a black cat.

so that was the story i was told, my cousin also said hat the dragon took her becuz
she was pretty.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on April 25, 2011, 01:34:11 PM
Some of these stories are  ;D :D ;D :D ::) but keep 'em coming.   :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on April 25, 2011, 07:55:27 PM
My mom is a shaman, and she says that if you move from place to place and where ever you go, you always experience hauntings its NOT the HOUSE, or LOCATION, YOU as the person is haunted. It's not a haunted house you're living in, you are being followed no matter what.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on April 25, 2011, 09:49:37 PM
My mom is a shaman, and she says that if you move from place to place and where ever you go, you always experience hauntings its NOT the HOUSE, or LOCATION, YOU as the person is haunted. It's not a haunted house you're living in, you are being followed no matter what.

hm . . . I wonder!? . . . kind of make sense . . . maybe to some but not other . . . every house me and my family moved to is haunted but our recent home is cool . . . so far . . . but yeah, I wonder!? . . .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on April 26, 2011, 02:10:25 AM
A couple years ago, when we drove my mom's friend to Fresno with us, she told us that a hmong family had caught a poj ntxoog. She said that the family had a teenage daughter who recently started staying in her room a lot. At night they could hear her talking to a man in her room. One night the dad decided he would catch the boy who was sleeping with his daughter so he took the key to her room and when he heard them talking he and the mom burst in. At that moment a cat lept up from the girls bed and jumped out the open window.

The girl was yelled at, and for awhile it seemed like things were okay, but the parents started hearing it again. When she was asked to explain it, she said her boyfriend came in every night to keep her company. So again, the dad waited up late until he heard them talking. Then he burst in again, and the cat ran for the window, but this time he had a net and with the help of the mom caught the cat. That night they called all the family to come see it. It was a lot bigger than a normal cat and had eyes slanted the wrong way. At the time when she told us, my mom's friend said that they had chopped it up and was selling it for medicine.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on April 26, 2011, 03:06:21 AM
I'm not sure if this is a true story......... ....

There is this one place that hmong people always go to kill cow and also do the soul release ritual, its in Lathrop which is located south of Stockton. This place is well known to alot of Hmong around the area. There are two building, one is for killing cow and the other is where the chicken are kept and slaughter. Well, I heard from a friend that the people that work there caught a lilo girl with slanted eyes and its arm are on the bottom where as the leg is suppose to be and the leg are where as the arm are suppose to be. The worker came in early one morning and notice that there was a lilo girl playing with the chicken's egg. They slowly approach her in the dark and use one of them fish net thingy to catch her. When they did that she froze and cant run anywhere. After the light was turned on they realized she was not a normal person. The owner there called someone of the authority figure to come pick and take the girl away.

When my mom and I went there for the chicken a couple of week later, I asked the hmong guy that was working there if this was true. He told me that it was only rumor. I ask my mom to ask him the question..... cus usually an og ask another og, they tend to tell the truth. He told my mom that, yeah its true they did caught a poj ntxoom there.

I'm not sure if anyone of you heard of this, but if you do, correct me if I'm wrong.


yea I've heard that story back then, but now doubt it's true cause there isn't any follow up as to where they took her? if she just disappeared like all ghosts do, then we would've heard that part. no police reports, nothing
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 26, 2011, 03:48:36 PM
Great Stories!

My niece told me this story.  Her husband's uncle have this daughter that's married.  This couple seems to always argue and fight a lot so one night when they were arguing.  The girl went outside and started sobbing and nyiav.  Then suddenly she felt a breeze of wind pass by her and the hair on the back of her neck started to stand up.  She got scare and went back inside. 

A couple of days pass by and she kept having this scare feelings that someone's watching her and she could not stay in the house by herself.  They came to one of our friend that is a shaman to look into it and he ask her if she did anything when she and her husband argue that night.

She finally fess up and told the truth and that's when our friend told her that when she went outside that night and nyiav; a ghost was nearby and got attracted to her.  He said that the ghost even had all of its relative to prepare for a wedding as it wanted to married her. 

Our Shaman friend told them that in order to fix this they will have to ua neeb and sacrifice an animal.  They did that and I guess she is ok now. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 26, 2011, 06:48:27 PM
wow. scary ass stories. but i love it so much. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on April 27, 2011, 08:31:09 AM
Regarding the story which happened at the slaughter house in Lathrop, I don't believe it's true. OG's have always said that if a poj ntxoog is caught especially by hands, one must hold on to it without replacing hands. Once you replaced hands, that's when the poj ntxoog is likely to escape and put something in its place. Also, if it was real and higher authorities were called, I'm sure it would've been on the news in a way of the sort.

I remember back in refugee camp Nam Yao in thailand, my dad and his cousins were trying to catch a poj ntxoog that had been possessing one of my uncle's wife. It would make her act crazy and start yelling at nothing. Whenever this happens and it usually happens during the night around the wee early mornings...the time when the OG's call it...Ntuj Sib Faib Sia. It's when night fading away and dawn is approaching.

This happens pretty much almost every night, and they did everything they could to hopefully help with her. Nothing seems to work, until one of the uncles realized that whenever this happens, there was always a cat inside the house. When they would do shaman and run around my aunt, the cat would leave the house through a hole in the wall and not longer afterwards, she would return to normal. So after realizing this, they came up with a plan to chase the cat out and capture it with nets. The houses then were built with a moat around the side of the house where rainwater would be drained away. They knew where the hole in teh wall was and they've created a path using nets to guide the cat to a location where they can capture it. My dad was one of the ones at the end location where the cat was suppose to be net and caught.

When the time approached for my aunt to be possessed again, the cat would all of the sudden just appeared in the house. They did their stuff and the cat ran out the hole in the wall. They started yelling that IT was coming and my dad and a couple of other cousin of his were ready to pound this cat with big ol branch-like bats. My dad tells us that while they were waiting at the end location, they would hear this loud noice rushing their way. It seemed like a huge animal (beast) of the sort was running at them hard. They got ready and as the cat came around the corner, all they saw was a cat, but the eyes were slanted upright and they knew it was the one. It ran straight into the net they've set up, but one side of the net came loose as the cat was struggling in there. They beat on the cat but it managed to get out throught the loose side. It headed straight torwards the bamboo forest and down to the woods. They said it sounded like an elephant running in the woods.

I am not sure what happened after that, since not long after, we've moved to the US. My aunt is still living and she and my uncle are in MN....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: modoupodou on April 27, 2011, 12:45:07 PM
OKIES So there was these two guys who went out night fishing at a lake. They parked their car in a way so that the trunk was facing the lake and the front faced the road. After a while, one of those guys started to act cocky and thinking that he was tough. The other guy soon joined him. they both started telling each other how that the lake wasn't scary and they were not scared of ANY ghost, and if there was any ghost in the area that wanted to join them.
Nothing happened after a while, but as they packed their things in the car and slowly drove away, they notice in the rear view mirror the back of a female's head sticking out of the water. It slowly came out of the water on  to land. It was walking backwards towards their car (if you know what i mean) with is face towards the water.  At this point they stepped on the gas, but as they drove faster, the backwards figure ran after their car  Backwards as well; it still had it's face looking towards the water. Finally the two guys stopped the car and got out and begged the backwards figure to stop scaring them and that they were sorry for saying all those rude things. The figure must have heard it because then it stopped and slowly walked forward into the lake....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 27, 2011, 01:54:13 PM
modoupodou, Thats  a classic case of ask and you shall recieve
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on April 27, 2011, 02:05:39 PM
A month ago we found out something scary about my MIL.

Well she has been afraid staying home alone in the house whenever no one is home.  She says that she always have this feeling that someone is watching her.  Whenever no one is home she would turn the tv up really loud so that she's distracted.

She wanted our Shaman friend to look into it and he said he saw her in a field where she used to farm and told her exactly what side her crops was at.  Then that's when my MIL told him that yes there was a night when she was alone at the farm and was getting ready to go home.  She packed up everything in her truck and she also have those weight thing for the big boxes (for those that farm, you guys know what I'm talking about) anyways those thing are pretty heavy.

So she put that on her truck and I guess she turn her back to grab something and suddenly that heavy weight thing just fell off her truck.  Now, she got kinda spook b/c no one was around and of course there's no wind that can blow that thing off her truck.  She quickly packed up and drove as fast as she could.  But, while she was trying to get out of the farm, she heard this big boom that she thought something hit the back of her truck.  She still drove out of the farm and came upon a four way stop; she got out just to see if her truck was damage but there was nothing wrong with her truck at all. 

Well that's when our friend told my MIL that b/c of that incident a mexican spirit followed her home and now is lingering around the outside of her house.  Boy! when he told us that, we got all freaked out.  Our friend says that the ghost cannot come inside as we have our house guardian spirit guarding the house.  The ghost sometime will come to my MIL’s window and that’s when she have that freighting feeling that someone’s watching her.  Ahhhh! Creepy b/c we will sleep over there whenever we’re in town…
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 27, 2011, 02:56:10 PM
Regarding the story which happened at the slaughter house in Lathrop, I don't believe it's true. OG's have always said that if a poj ntxoog is caught especially by hands, one must hold on to it without replacing hands. Once you replaced hands, that's when the poj ntxoog is likely to escape and put something in its place. Also, if it was real and higher authorities were called, I'm sure it would've been on the news in a way of the sort.



I'm not there to say if its true or not, but I'm pretty sure the old man who work there would not lie to my mom.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on April 27, 2011, 03:13:42 PM
My neighbor that live next door told me this story......

The neighbor been living in their home for about 10 years and suddenly everything in the house seems to change, including their family members. They first notice it when one day the daughter came home late and the father yelled at her. She turned around with a face not fimilar to the family. She jumped ontop of the father and start punching him in the face. A couple of weeks later, there was a drive by the house. The room that was shot thru was the grandma's room. There were bullet holes all over the wall but not a single bullet hit or scratched the grandma. They did this jingle bell to call her soul and after the ceremony the shaman told everyone what he seen and what is going on. Well he say that there was a spirit in the house. The spirit want them out because they been living there long enough. The time that the daughter got in a fight with the fater was because the spirit got into her body. During the drive by the spirit was blocking the grandma so that the grandma wont get injured. The spirit says it dont want to share the place with anyone just incase so it have to protect them from getting kill. Soon they moved out of the house and the family went back to normal. Then along came this mexican family. When they first move in, everything was fine. A couple month went by and their two lilo boy ran outside screaming. We were chiling outside when this all happen. The mother told the two lilo boy that there was nothing, its just an illusion. After that incident, we have not heard anything else so i guess the spirit doesnt bother them anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: passingby#2 on April 27, 2011, 11:04:52 PM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 28, 2011, 02:47:34 AM
Okay, I've been busy playing around with this PH site...

Me and my wife sorta went through one of our darkest phase in a marriage....
this is sorta scary and sad at the same time...

So me and my wife has been on this subject about. Your know family thingy problems. So last Monday night, I came home, I had this weird feeling about the back door to the garage. My house's one of those attached garage.. This feeling was telling me to go check and see if it was lock or something. I though to myself and said" Na.. no one had  bizz opening that door". So Tuesdays morning I got the kids ready for school, as I opened the door from inside I saw that the back door was open.. I was like WTF. And I went to check and I locked the door... Anyways I thought that it was weird. So I didn't think much of it...

When my wife came home I asked her if her mom came over and did something in the garage... She said " her mom was over". But she doesn't know if she did something in there.. I told her that, when she went to work was the door open already? She said " no".

Anyways me and my wife had this huge argument. I went over to my parent,  then when I got home from my parent's house that night and we was like you know...Kiss and make up.. I forgot how much I loved my wife... We both cried for like I don't how long it was... All I know was that it was like 2-3am. When we both went to sleep.LOL

So the next morning I had a dream.. In my dream it was strange, cuz I was at my old project home.. And in my dream I dreamed that the back door was like unlocking itself all the time even if I went and lock it myself.... (That reminds me.. Let me go double check) (scaring myself, be back).. Okay I'm back.. "shaking".. And there was this figure looking at me from outside.. I didn't really see the whole figure but there was something or someone there...

(If you guys been reading my stories.. about being sat on.. I have a bunch of them Samurai Swords in my house and bedroom... So I thought that I was gonna get sat on, and in my dream I went and grabbed my sword and was knocking on the floor with the sword partly unsheathed and was telling it to leave or come on in..  But it never came in... I could tell that it was only looking in... So after a while it went away)..

Then in my dream it's was weird like I heard my FIL, ( you see he passed on already like 2-3-4 years now)..  And he told me that he was just coming to visit us, cause me and my wife was going through one of our darkest hour  after 9+ years of marriage... And about the door to the garage... It was him who opened that night... Holy crap I got even more freak out. So I went to the door ( in my dream thou, I went to the door at my old project home and said the some words). And told him not to come and scare me like that ever again, If he comes than come on a good term, and not scare me like that.. And for him to go home. cause this is not the place for him.. And that he should go back to his house that we gave him... Meaning ( you know what I'm trying to said here ) Sorry if some of you guys/gals don't understand.. I'm not gonna spell it cuz I'm kinda freak out already and wish not to say it.. Then I was like in my own house in the garage saying the same stuff I saying when I was like in my old project. You see.. Even thou after our love one or family passes on.. doesn't mean that they are really gone.... Mayn I don't know if  some of you guys has had any exp. like this.. So after that dream I got up... Made my eye all watery thinking about my FIL visiting me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on April 28, 2011, 10:26:35 AM
yesterday my siblings, cousins, and I was telling scary stories and im about to tell you guys some.  :)

Story 1::::
This happened to my cousin... So she was babysitting our nephew and niece, she was tired and decided to sleep in her sister and BIL's room. When she was like half a sleep she see's an old man crawling out of the wall coming for her. She got so scared got up and ran to the living room.  :o

Story2::::
Ok so while we were talking about scary stories some stuff that popped in my mind was the stuff that happens to me and i told everyone about the stuff that happens to me, (im the only one that get sit on the most and see stuff the most out of my family) my cousin said that, thats probably because i go out to much and come late at night so like i bring some ghost in the house with me because her sister is like that too. So scary. now i dont want to go out so late anymore.

Story 3::::
Ok this one happened to my other cousin. when she was still living with her parents and siblings something happened to her. So how she explained it, it was scary as heck. Well one morning she was in her room because she said she was lazy and and all that stuff. lol well anyways she has three other sister and they were in the kitchen cooking while she was in the room laying on her tummy putting her feet up. if you understand. well one of her sister walked in and smacked her foot saying "dude get up and go help us why you so lazy". but she ignored her sister and then she went back out and she was just back laying the same way, all of a sudden at the corner of her eye she see's a girl with long black her smacked her foot and start laughing running out the room. So this time she got kinda freaked out but she was thinking like that might just be her younger sister playing around, then she asked all of them and they all said no to her. this time she got so freaked out that she will not want to stay by herself.  :-X

I'll tell you guys some later. im too scared. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on April 28, 2011, 11:43:20 AM
A family I know was getting haunted constantly no matter where they moved. They had the pastors come and pray and bless the house but that didn't work. One night, one of the cousin had stayed over and in the middle of night, he had to go use the bathroom. He walked towards the bathroom with just the lights on in the bedroom and when he open the bathroom door, he saw a little girl with upside down eyes. He freaked out and started screaming and ran to bang on his uncle's bedroom door. He was terrified. They called the pastor and one of the members that came with him while praying saw the thing run up the stairs. He got distracted and the prayer were call off.

The boy's maternal grandfather is still traditional so his grandfather tied a red string around his wrist just in case.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on April 28, 2011, 04:31:40 PM
You'll love this... real or fake?  The show insists everything it documents is real.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8FBRATbJoA&feature=related
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sweet_luvin on April 28, 2011, 07:10:11 PM
saki saki, interesting story..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: BuckFuddies2 on April 28, 2011, 07:39:54 PM
Some of these stories are sooo made up, LOL.  But hey..... keep em' coming.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 28, 2011, 11:32:49 PM
saki saki, interesting story..

Strange as it maybe... I know that our Hmong culture is heavily into those belief.. You see I'm married into a family that does not have any sons.. Therefore I'm like the only son that  my FIL would have.. Anyways after we did all those stuff and bury him.. Out of the sister's and my wife, never had any dreams of their father...as far as I know..but I don't know now if they have had any or not.
What I'm trying to say here is that I don't know jack shyt about our culture.... personally. And my FIL would come and visit me in my dreams... I mean a lot of times..

(So anyways my 1st kid was a boy... And my FIL loved him a lot, (he helped baby sat my kid from day1. And up to 6 years, before his passing)...Cuz he doesn't have a son of his own.. So during the last day of the funeral, he came to me in a dream and asked if I took my son to visit him... at his funeral.. I said " yeah I did".. Then he said " he was just wondering cause he misses my son").

Sometimes he would just come into my dreams and tell me that he misses my son and my family.( My wife, son and me). You see I'm not from their last name clan... I have my own clan. So you would of thought that if something like this were to happen. It'll happen to the other family clan(s).. Not you.. Cuz you're the SIL from the jungle LOL..

As for the back door being open in my garage. I personally don't know if it was just the wind that blew it open. But on second thought you would of had to twist the door knob to open it. Even if the wind blew it open, it had to blow hard to unlatch it self from the hole..LOL.

Anyways I now do,  believe in those dreams... like them OG's.. You would of never thought of these things until you encounter it.
If you read my story about my gall bladder dream. I thought that I would of had to do those jiggle bells on me that time. But at the end it was a medical problems.. And I had never had them OG's do any jiggle bells on me, ever or tie any strings on me either.. I don't know... I might be a bit older and wiser or something. LOL

The last time before this... My MIL was getting re-marry.. My FIL came into my dream and told me that my MIL was planning to get marry and that her new hubby already went and told my FIL that he's gonna marry my MIL... And the dude was like asking permission from my FIL. To okay them getting marry..

Talk about OG's stuff...LOL I should start a thread about pass families revisiting family members after death.. But i'm too lazy to do that.LOL But if someone start a thread about it.. I would put my two cents in.LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 29, 2011, 12:19:03 AM
I was telling a co-worker who's BTW is from the S. America. About PH and story telling.. He told me and I asked his permission to write it down..

He told me that his father passed on and his mom moved to the US. And she was a hotel cleaner.. So his mom was worked  hard everyday just to keep up with bills and trying to raise the kids at the same time, ect.. And his mom would cry a lot cuz life was hard in the US.. Then one day her hubby's spirit came back from the dead... like every night and came to bed with her and telling her that everything was gonna be alright..
You know his mom was kinda happy that her hubby came back to look out for them. After a while his mom got scare cause she knew that her hubby has already passed on.

So one day she told him not to come anymore, cuz this can not be.. and that he's already dead. And him coming every night is starting to scaring her. And that they can not be together.. So after that he never came back...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on April 29, 2011, 11:48:25 PM
here's a simple and not that scary story but it's a true incident that took place.

Back in Loas my mom was doing laundry outside with this Lady that she knew well.  They were conversating and then they started talking about the lady's dead husband and sort of critizing him for the way he was when he was still living.  All the sudden a strong gush of wind swapped and flipped over their buckets full of clother on to the ground.  It wasn't even windy that day....coincid ent or was it his ghost?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: modoupodou on April 30, 2011, 10:17:45 AM
This is not really a ghost story...

So when my brother lived in Arkansas for a while, he told us about something strange that happened to him.
He said that when he was driving on the one lane road in the middle of the night, searching for his dog at the time that got lost in the woods. When he turned the corner his car lights flashed the woods and at that moment he noticed a pair big and hairy legs disappearing into the woods. (imagine it like the scene from the movie Signs when mel gibson saw part of alien leg go into the corn field) After that incident he got really scared and denied to him self that he really saw Bigfoot.

A couple of months later when he moved back home with us, we had a shaman check our spirits to see if they were ok. At the end, the shaman told us that all of us kid's spirits are ok, except for one, my brother. he said " your son's spirit has been taken away by a giant monkey, but i went and saved it, so he should be fine." Funny thing is my brother never told my parents or the shaman about the incident that night, so when he heard the shaman say that, it confirmed that he really did see Bigfoot...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 30, 2011, 11:48:18 PM
Always wondering, about them shaman. I've never had it done to me, so I wouldn't know. And the water thingy that they look into... Sorry I can't spell Hmoob. I hear stuff about it and read it here only. Mayn I hope that I'll never have to encounter things like this.. I have enough strange encounter already. LOL

I had a friend that went night fishing by himself and while he was reeling his line in. He said that " he felt a tug on his fishing line, so he set the hook". Then he felt a pull on the other end. But when he try to reel it in he couldn't. He said that " it was big". but he couldn't pull it in. So he though that he snagged on a rock or a turtle. So he just cut his line. After a while he thought to himself and said " Mayn what was that, cause it felt like a fish at the other end". After thinking for a while he got scare and just went home.

After a while he kept having this feeling that someone was following him. So he told his parent that he feel like someone is always following him. So his parent and him went and had them ppl look into it. After they looked into it. They asked him if he had ever went to a place that was dark and was fishing. And that he felt a tug at some point. He thought for a while and said "yeah I went night fishing and had something bite his line, but he couldn't reel it in so he cut the line". It was said that when he felt that tug, he caught a water spirit. that's why he couldn't reel it in.. strange thing was he didn't tell anyone about his fishing trip that night.. So they had to call his spirit back..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: werty on May 02, 2011, 08:17:07 PM
my sis in law told me a funny story today... she just moved into her new apt... she had her older sis and nieces and nephew over...

she told the 3-year old niece to get something from her bedroom... the niece went in and ran back out screaming "ghost ghost!" my sis in law freaked out... so my sis in law start asking the niece "what did the ghost look like? and what did it say?" the niece said it just stood there looking at her saying "boooo....... and then the witch is gone the witch is gone!" my sis in law was freaking out... she somehow got enough courage and convinced my niece to go back into the bedroom and show her exactly where she saw it... the niece went to the closet, which was opened... and pointed at the corner where there was an ironing board leaning against the wall in the closet! silly kid... never seen an ironing board before and didn't know what to make of it... thought it was a ghost.... haha

my sis in law was hella glad she asked the niece where the ghost supposedly was..... otherwise she would probably think she has a ghost in her apt and not just an ironing board.... (i think "the witch is gone" is from the niece's favorite movie ...the disney movie tangled? haha)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: werty on May 02, 2011, 08:46:14 PM
i remember a few years back.... i just got married to my husband... i was on summer break from school.. everyone living there had a job except me.... so i stayed home all day every day bored out of my mind... the house was just moved into... so a lot of new updates... and the house was a pretty big for the 4 of us living there... anyway i decided to go tan outside in the backyard.. a sliding door opened to the back yard.. the sliding door was one of the many updates... so it was new...

i went out in my bathing suit and a towel and closed the sliding door behind me... for the few hours that i was out there.. i would go in and out the house through the sliding door... to get water... use the bathroom... etc.... with no problem whatsoever... the sliding door didn't get stuck or anything and it shouldn't.. considering it was new.... i decided to stop tanning and just go stay inside.. when i tried to get back inside through the sliding door... i couldn't open it! i was like "oh maybe someone came home and didn't realize i was out here and locked it?" then i started to panic.. "what if burglars came in or something?" (the ppl living there NEVER lock their front door for some reason when they leave for work... when i wake up in the morning i always go lock it) ......anyway.. . i walked to the front door... there was no other cars in the driveway so no one came home.... i opened the front door to get in.. nervous as hell... looking around for anything amiss.... everything looked normal..... i got enough courage and made my way to the sliding door.... and discovered it was locked!

there could be no way that i can somehow locked it as i was closing it from the outside... could there? don't you have to be from the inside to move the latch up and down? well i freaked out so bad... i spend the rest of the day sitting closest to the front door waiting for ppl to come home... haha...

so then a few months later... the husband and i moved out because we finally found an apt.. my inlaws moved into the house... they keep noticing rice grains being scattered about.... like a small pile here and there every now and then..... they didn't think mice was able to do that.... i mean... a few rice grain here and there... but a small pile? unless the mouse/mice was collecting it and putting them in the same spot... there was no children living at the house either.. or comes to the house...

so they called a shaman... and he said there was a spirit in the house... the spirit was of a man who used to live in the house.. and he left something valuable and wants to retrieve it... he didn't mean to scare anyone with the rice.... they did some stuff and it no longer happens...

when they told me this like years later... i was like and i spent the whole entire summer everyday from 6am to 6pm in that house all by myself?... so i guess the ghost might've locked me out? but still have a key to that house.. b/c it's kinda like our storage... and whenever we go over... no one is ever home..... so i still get freaked out going in..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on May 03, 2011, 12:42:25 PM
modoupodou , im currently living in Arkansas now. And after hearing that, i dont think i would want to drive to my friend's house anymore. Ahaha. Cause i have to drive through the woods where theres all these creepy looking houses. Acck! Lol.  :'( >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on May 03, 2011, 02:14:24 PM
Yessiree - Where in Arkansas are you located and where are those spooky houses? I know Arkansas is full of haunted areas.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on May 03, 2011, 05:31:29 PM
My BIL told me this one:

This happened in Stockton; A hmong couple were driving home late one night on a road. Things seemed fine at first then the gf started screaming. The bf didn't know what to do so he kept telling her to shut up cause she was getting him scared. Later, the bf recalled that just before the gf started screaming she had shouted for him to stop because he was going to run someone over. All he remembered was that he had ran a log over but she kept screaming that he had ran over a girl!  :o Afterward, the gf started acting weird. She'll try to strangle her family members or hurt them. Eventually, priests were called to help exorcise her because the shamans couldn't help her although they did help figure out what had happened. The couple had ran over a lady spirit and now she's mad. Just as they passed, she grab a hold of the gf and possessed her.

As the family was preparing for the exorcism, they had the gf tied down. Scary thing was that as the priest were standing next to each other to aid each other, the gf smirking pointed to each of the individual priest and said "I'm not scare of you." " I'm not scare of you." I think there were like 5 priest there. There was only one that the gf didn't point or look at.

I heard this awhile back so I'm not sure what happened to her afterward. My BIL never said anything after that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on May 03, 2011, 11:16:12 PM
FNXIAO89
I know the person you are talking about...I'm not going to say who the person is though...I know you only heard it from someone else but what really happened is actually kinda different from what you heard...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 03, 2011, 11:32:32 PM
D
FNXIAO89
I know the person you are talking about...I'm not going to say who the person is though...I know you only heard it from someone else but what really happened is actually kinda different from what you heard...
Ooh tell me what really happen... I need a scary ghost story. I'm a gonna go to sleep in a bit.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on May 04, 2011, 10:36:38 AM
ooooo, i know who you guys are talking about.... hahahah.... i'm not gonna say her name too, but i think she is a vang right. lols. if its the same person, than she is okay now. i guess the church thingy work out for her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dr3ambab3e on May 04, 2011, 11:52:41 AM
FNXIAO89:
what your talking about is my cousin.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on May 04, 2011, 12:12:36 PM

^^^^^^^^
come on!! please tell the real/true story

we dont need names just the real story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on May 04, 2011, 12:19:57 PM
^^^^^^^^
come on!! please tell the real/true story

we dont need names just the real story
x2  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on May 04, 2011, 12:28:42 PM
You'll love this... real or fake?  The show insists everything it documents is real.


oh my gezzez...that scared the living hell of out me!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on May 04, 2011, 02:19:01 PM
oh my gezzez...that scared the living hell of out me!

So much that you had to re-post the darn thing?!  Can you edit and remove it?  It scared me too.   :-[ :-\ >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 04, 2011, 04:07:04 PM
oh my gezzez...that scared the living hell of out me!
Dude the first time you posted, I didn't want to watch it. But since you re-posted I had to, if you want my opinon, I think it all hollywood made. It's a FAKE, FAKE.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on May 04, 2011, 05:17:15 PM
So much that you had to re-post the darn thing?!  Can you edit and remove it?  It scared me too.   :-[ :-\ >:(

I'm sorry. I didnt think it would repost the video since it never post pictures when you quote pictures post.  :-[


Dude the first time you posted, I didn't want to watch it. But since you re-posted I had to, if you want my opinon, I think it all hollywood made. It's a FAKE, FAKE.

I didnt post the original. I just quote it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 04, 2011, 06:30:31 PM
It was pretty freaky, but I thought it was more like, the blair b*tch project. Nicely made thou, even a lot of them ghost caught on tape, the ghost is not clearly seen. So to caputre a fully body, head to toe is all hollywood. Besides I would be running away. Watch destnation truth, somtimes they show the scary stuff, but a lot of times it's nothing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on May 04, 2011, 07:46:29 PM
Okay so I got permission from the person who FNXIAO89 was talking about...I'm leaving her name out...and I'm not saying that I got the whole story correct  ;D...

So the night of the incident....he r and her bf had gone out that day and it was getting pretty dark...they'd got into an argument and was mad at each other...she wanted to go home but the bf was stubborn and wouldn't take her home...she started walking off so the bf chased after her and took her to the car and drove off...he was mad so he was driving quite fast...as he got on the highway there was a bush on the side of the road but was close to the middle...well the bf was already driving fast so he ran right over it....nothing wrong with running a bush over right?

Well...as he ran over the bush what she saw was like a white cloth flew in front of them and covered the entire car...she got really freaked out...she then felt something choking her neck...she glanced to her side of the shoulder (forgot which side) and saw a lady chocking her...that's when she got really scared and started acting weird in front of the bf....he too got scared but kept it cool...when he got to her house he went and got her parents right away....the parents came out to see what was wrong...when they got to her she started screaming for them to get away and that she was scared...

That night and for a whole week literally they has shamans and shawoman one after another to see what was wrong... So u can pretty much say that she was possessed...sh e would scream at her family...sayin g that her parents are in heaven waiting for her and she have to go...she would ask for eggs and say that they are pretty and would not eat it...day time she would be fine and when night comes she would go right back to acting "crazy"...

So they jinggled and they jinggled and they finally found out who the person that was possessing her and why...that person was also a hmong girl who had suicide years ago in her home...reason?...I don't know...they said the reason for her possession was that when the bf ran over that bush...he actually ran over the lady's spirit and her spirit/body had disperse or broken up and it couldn't go back to it's original form so she decided that since they did that to her she was going to take over the body of the gf...freaky thing is that the bf use to live in the same complex/area however you want to call it as the lady...freaky as coincidence... .

Jinggled after jinggled failed so they were desperate and called upon the church for help...the church ppl came and told them that if they were to help them they'd have no choice but to convert to Christianity.. .I dunno exactly wat the Church ppl did but she finally went back to normal....now she's living as a devoted Christian believer for saving her life...

So how do I know all this is true?....she told me herself!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on May 04, 2011, 11:13:28 PM
interesting story . . . today I don't felt like doing . . . just sitting here in my room reading ghost stories and listening to Bruno Mars screaming "this is great"

it's strange how some people converted back into shaman because of certain sickness that's being cause by ancestors and than there's those who's converting into christian do to unexplainable paranormal encounters similar to you what you've just told us . . . crazy is as crazy does  :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 04, 2011, 11:22:47 PM
Nice story... Got anymore... Please do tell..

I'm a sorta out of stories to post and tell, so I'm here waiting for all of you guys to post your paranormal stories.. The more the better LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jackyaj on May 05, 2011, 12:54:18 PM
Damn haven't been in this tread like forever. Here my story, well not really mine but my uncle.

This happen to my uncle in Sacramento, he and two of his women coworker were coming home from work, which was way out there in the country side, and got into a car accident with one of those huge 18 wheeler truck. Their car was smash into a small mini car, luckily he somehow flew out of the car when it was rolling down hill to the side and both of his coworker died on the spot.

While he was in the hospital, he keep having dreams that those two women were staying with him and want him to go with them. Then one night in the hospital, he woke up from one of those dreams and saw one of the coworker that died all burnt up standing at the end of his bed and somehow he couldn't move, the woman was telling him that she didn't wanted to die and she mad because he didn't die with her. She also said that she will get him and she want let him go and after that she disappear. My uncle said that what he saw may seem like a dream, but it was real because after she disappear the nurse came in check and talk with him.

Well my uncle dad which is my grandpa was a shaman and when he came to visit him, he got really mad because as soon as he got inside the room he started yelling and spitting at the corner of the room. Telling the what it was to leave and never come back. After that he ask my uncle if he know two women that go by name this and that and described how they look and my uncle reply yes they were the one that passed away in the car accident, my grandpa gave him a string to wear and did a jingle for him and switch his name. After that he stop dreaming about them.

Freaky part is when my uncle was telling me this my grandpa came in the room and tell my uncle to not talk too much about it because all he did was hide my uncle form them and right now those two women were still searching for him. And my grandpa say that once in a while he will see them outside of my uncle bedroom, but they can't get in or do anything to him because of my grandpa spirit guardian.

Here is my scary part of the story that related to my uncle. Ok so one night me and my uncle went to the casino and came home at 3 am and I was too tired to drive home so i slept over at his place. That was the day when my grandpa and grandma wasn't home, (oh my uncle live with my grandparent and there just the three of them in the apartment), and my uncle told me to sleep in his room and he will sleep in my grandparent room i was to tired so i just said yeah ok. After lying in bed for 30 minutes i notice that it was so cold in the room and i keep having the feeling that someone was in the room too because i will wake up to hard breathing in the room. Then at around 4:30 am i saw a shadow by my uncle window, i ignore it for a bit but it keep making noise from outside like a women crying (the type crying at funeral) and whatever it was it was using a stick and start tapping on the window. I got hecka scared but i just bare it through because i don't want to wake my uncle up and it was almost sunrise. It keep touching the window until 5:20 am and stop because the sun was coming up. In the morning i told my uncle that did he ever encounter what i did and he said yea once and a while, and he told me that it was those two coworker that passed away and told me not to be afraid because my grandpa is a strong shaman cant do anything to us, but still i was scared and now a day will never go to his house at night, only in day time.

Oh this happen in fresno, after the car accident my uncle came to fresno
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Yessiree on May 05, 2011, 01:13:13 PM
Wow. Thats freaky!  My boyfriend was telling me a story about him. Here goes!
My boyfriend, Lets call him Mickey, told me a story about him a few days ago. He said that he was talking to his friends and they were talking about scary stories and he has never experience anything paranormal so like an idiot, he said "I wonder how it feels like," Lol. And that was very stupid of him, indeed. Lol. So he went to sleep that night but he couldnt really go to sleep, but nothing paranormal happened until when it was morning. He woke up and sat up, he felt the small hair on the back of his neck raising and he got kinda freaked out. And i forgot what else he said. LOL He went out to the living room and saw his mom. They're christian as well as me. So he told her that he felt something in the room with him and stuff, then his mom started praying hardcore for him. And after that, he said her felt better.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 05, 2011, 06:32:34 PM
So my siblings and cousins, we were talking about ghosts haunting one person and not the other person(from the same family).

So like I get a lot of encounters, well more like i get sat on more then I see and hear stuff. I told my cousin about it and she said that it happens to me because i'm an outgoing person and i disobey my parents (that is true somewhat but not all too LOL) But this scared shit the fcuk outta me. So now i'm just thinking like shoo im not going out anymore and gotta listen to my parents more often. and now i'm doing fine, going to school and coming home. haha

I remember talking on the phone with my boyfriend and i was laying down on my bed (the lights were dim) and my feet was still on the floor, if you understand what i'm talking about. Ok well i was having fun talking to my bf and all of a sudden i can feel the pressure going up my feet and up. (My boyfriend said i was moaning and shit, i didn't believe it, but he said he swear i was moaning.LOL so i don't know). After that i couldn't hear myself anymore but i know I was still holding the phone by my ears, well after that my body was so heavy i couldn't do anything but lye there like i was dead, well the next thing that i thought it was scary was my mouth started to open and i can feel the thing hands opening my mouth up and shit and i think thats probably when i was moaning. I have no freaken idea but scary shit. HAHA and when everything went to normal my bf was like was you fcuking someone? man i got piss at him and told him what happened then he was like im coming over. he came over and i told him what happened and he stayed the night with me cause no one was home with me. (don't think wrong because we didn't do anything. HAHA)


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: modoupodou on May 05, 2011, 10:12:45 PM
I heard this other story about two sisters.

When they young they lived in a house, one day they decided to play Hide-N-go seek. One sister was the seeker, the other hid. the one that was hiding ran upstairs as her sister was counting, she went into her room and hid under the covers of her bed. As she hid there she heard foot steps waking up the stairs, thinking it was her sister she thought she would scare her. as the foot steps got closer, it came into her room. She POPPED out of the covers and screamed "BOO"

Instead of seeing her sister, she saw an old caucasian women standing in front of her bed looking down at her. From down stairs her sister finished counting and ran up the stairs and the caucasian women disappeared when her sister came to the door of the room.

The sister on the bed, told her sister that she didnt want to play the game anymore. Of course the seeker was pissed off, but didnt think any of it.

Years later when both of the sisters grew up the seeker came home late one night and saw an old caucasian woman sitting at their diner room table. She asked the lady what she was doing there, but the old lady just sat there looking at the wall. The seeker got scared, but just ignored it and went to bed. the next day the seeker told her sister (the hider) about the old lady, that was when the hider finaly told her sister (the seeker) about the time when they were playing Hide-N- go seek.... They both just shared experiences of seeing the old lady....

Not scary, just a story  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on May 06, 2011, 08:40:43 PM
Hey QueenK23, Thanks for the correction.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Li Mhong on May 09, 2011, 08:01:33 AM
This thread is 4 years old. Let's make it 5.  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ph D wanna Be on May 09, 2011, 08:13:08 AM
I had a freind that i sorta grew up with. We were close freind, and then when we sorta hit our teens and started being bad azz. One night he went out bang with his homeboyz. Wen it was time to come home, he would always cross through this one graveyard. Coz it was a short cut. It was gett'n pretty late and he knew tat wen he get home, he's gonna get yell at by his mom. So he got scared and stop, he say to himself, crap then i don't wanna get scron. So he decicded to go sleep in one of those houses tat u see in them yard. Anywayz he went in there to sleep. Dudes tat after tat nite he became a good azz boy.
So he told me tat while he was in there, he went to the conner of the room behind the coffin. And while he was in there, he kinda fall asleep, but was awoken to ppl's voices.

He thought to himself, wait why am i hearing voices, am i not the only one in here? Then he heard more voices, by tis time he was freaking out. He could smell the rotten meat and now there was more of them voices. He got freak out and couldn't move now, he dared not to make a sound. He told me he felt sumting wet, were he was sit'n. (No he didn't piss in his jean).

I could feel wat he went though, He got so freak out that wen he saw sum light cum'n through the window, he ran out the door and didn't look back. Wen he got home his mom asked, where he was and he told his mom wat he dis and wat happened to him. His mom yelled at him and was cuss'n him. So his mom had to call up her cuz to do the neeg on him, cuz if they didn't do tat. He could of die, coz them ppl in tat house tat he wen in, did not like stranger's cum'n into their houses.
If u still don't know what i'm talking about, u c those c-ment houses tat the rich forks have in them grave site. U c them everytime u drive by them yards.

I didn't go into too many detail, there was more information tat happen inside tat house, but i just wanna give you guy the gen. image of what happen. I'll let ur mind do the tink'n.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on May 09, 2011, 12:58:53 PM
Our friend Tong  Yang just passed away on April 21.

He used to hang out with my brothers and their friends at their house, they call Rialto. Anyway, one night while they just hanging out as Rialto, my brother's iphone turned on to voice recognition in his pocket. Puzzled, he pulled out his phone and started messing with the already running voice recognition feature of the iphone.

He announced "Xao Vang" in to the iphone, the phone doesn't recognize it, he tried again, still no recognition. Then he moved on, "Ricky Vue", no recognition, "Ricky Vue", no recognition, and he tried a third time, "Ricky Vue", the phone dials T.K. Yang's number.

He freaked out and ended the call
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: modoupodou on May 09, 2011, 05:02:01 PM
Yubnag, that story kinda reminds me of one that happened to my cousin. Although its kinda different

She was up one night talking with her boyfriend on the phone, and suddenly they begin to hear static noises. At first the boyfriend blamed it on my cousin's phone being faulty, but my cousin also blamed her boyfriend's phone for being faulty. So they both decided to hang up and dial each other again.

When she redialed her boyfriend a person answered. Thinking it was her boyfriend she kinda yelled at him for changing his voice and acting all nice (because they were kinda arguing before), The person on the phone just kept asking her why is she being so mean, and other stuff. Suddenly my cousin got freaked out because the person sounded too weird to be her boyfriend so she hung up. Right when she hung up the phone rang again and she picked it up, to find out that it was her boyfriend. he was complaining why he couldn't call her, or when he did all he got was the busy tone.

My cousin told him about the weird person, which freaked both of them out, and they just hung up the phone and went to bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on May 10, 2011, 02:44:41 AM
I had a freind that i sorta grew up with. We were close freind, and then when we sorta hit our teens and started being bad azz. One night he went out bang with his homeboyz. Wen it was time to come home, he would always cross through this one graveyard. Coz it was a short cut. It was gett'n pretty late and he knew tat wen he get home, he's gonna get yell at by his mom. So he got scared and stop, he say to himself, crap then i don't wanna get scron. So he decicded to go sleep in one of those houses tat u see in them yard. Anywayz he went in there to sleep. Dudes tat after tat nite he became a good azz boy.
So he told me tat while he was in there, he went to the conner of the room behind the coffin. And while he was in there, he kinda fall asleep, but was awoken to ppl's voices.

He thought to himself, wait why am i hearing voices, am i not the only one in here? Then he heard more voices, by tis time he was freaking out. He could smell the rotten meat and now there was more of them voices. He got freak out and couldn't move now, he dared not to make a sound. He told me he felt sumting wet, were he was sit'n. (No he didn't piss in his jean).

I could feel wat he went though, He got so freak out that wen he saw sum light cum'n through the window, he ran out the door and didn't look back. Wen he got home his mom asked, where he was and he told his mom wat he dis and wat happened to him. His mom yelled at him and was cuss'n him. So his mom had to call up her cuz to do the neeg on him, cuz if they didn't do tat. He could of die, coz them ppl in tat house tat he wen in, did not like stranger's cum'n into their houses.
If u still don't know what i'm talking about, u c those c-ment houses tat the rich forks have in them grave site. U c them everytime u drive by them yards.

I didn't go into too many detail, there was more information tat happen inside tat house, but i just wanna give you guy the gen. image of what happen. I'll let ur mind do the tink'n.


Damm was your friend that stupid or was he high as hell or what? He should rather sleep with the Dead than go home and get yelled at? yea im guessing he is stupid lol. but yea that shiet is scary...and stupid
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ph D wanna Be on May 12, 2011, 02:12:59 AM
Damm was your friend that stupid or was he high as hell or what? He should rather sleep with the Dead than go home and get yelled at? yea im guessing he is stupid lol. but yea that shiet is scary...and stupid
You would of thought tat them dam doors to 'em c-ment house would of be lock. I guess they aren't after all, not meaning I want to check it myself. But after tat ordeal, he stop being a punk azz ghetto thug.  I ran into him to tie the old tie(s). U know what I mean guys. And tat's wen he told me the story. This was many years ago.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 12, 2011, 02:00:36 PM
AWW. we need more stories
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 12, 2011, 02:08:13 PM
I remember me and my aunt was smoking outside and she told me a story bout her and her friend, while they were smoking outside (it was already dark) and they saw someone sitting on the tree laughing at both of them. this got me scared so i barely want to smoke by myself now. haha

I have another aunt she probably have the six sense or something like that. Because a lot of scary shit happened to her. she told a lot but i dont remember because i was still young like around 9 so theres one that i remember and it was when she was sleeping and when she turned to the wall she saw a hand coming out of the crack and a tongue sticking out. this gives me the creeps because she told it to us in hmong!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on May 12, 2011, 02:20:39 PM
I need more stories, going Camping so I'm depending on these stories to go tell at camp. I only have about 7 stories down so and we go camp July 4th weekend so gimme more
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ph D wanna Be on May 12, 2011, 03:55:56 PM
AWW. we need more stories
I got a few, not my story but what I heard. This happened in Wisconsin, and if anyone knows it better then me please do comment..
Goes like this.. there was a grandma that was acting strange. When morning came she was fine, and when night came she would be sick. And wouldn't want to be alone. So the family had to do the looking into, turns out that. There were these, how should i say it. those white kid figures you know with backward hands and feets. Anyways the father Neeg, you know what I'm tying to say here. He set a trap around the house, and the OG's did the waiting game that night. Sumtime later that night, one of the Og heard sumting like a baby was crying out side..Dang this is creeping me out... Anywho, so he thought for a minute.

Then he went and told the other OG's if they are hearing what he's hearing. So all them OG went outside and surely sumting.
What they caught was one of those backward figure. After tat the OG took it inside and did the P.O.W . Stuff, it told them tat,there was 3 of 'em, unlucky it got caught and it's foot is broken, thw other 2 got away. The 3 of em were cum'n to get the grandma, but the ppl set s trap and it got caught

After the P.O.W they killed that ting, and gave the parts to relatives who came to see the grandma.
A friends mom told him tat story. Coz there was tis lady tat didn't live to far visited and told my friend's mom. She even showed the part tat was giving to her. (Not gonna tell you wat the part was).
My comps acting up eailer. Couldn't finish it.wouldn't save for sum reason.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 12, 2011, 09:49:09 PM
It's being awhile since I blog on here.
Nice to see that the threads still alive.lol I got one but too lazy to type. So gonna have to ask you ppl to post and I read. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on May 13, 2011, 02:22:20 PM
this is not related to ghost story but a scary event that happened back in the high school days.

Some friends and I decided to skip school and go swimming. It was getting close to summer so it was a very hot day. I dont really remember all the detail of that day, but for some reason after reading all these ghost, dragon, and spirit story.... This pop back into my mind and got me thinking. That afternoon, took a little break for lunch and snack after a long day of swimming, when my guy friend saw a snake in the river. They got some tree branch and pull the snake out and killed it. At the time we were all stupid and young so we didnt think much of anything, but come to think of it now, it could have been a zaj (dragon). There is a saying that if you see a snake in the river, that means a zaj is out for their meal..... luckily at that moment everyone was already out of the water.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: modoupodou on May 13, 2011, 02:35:58 PM
I have a lot of ghost stories to tell,Though they NEVER happen to me... So here I go

My cousin has a sixth sense that makes her able to see ghosts and such.

A couple of years ago when she was still really young, her parents took both of her elder sisters to visit Laos and left her alone with her two brothers who are never home. So she basically had the house to herself and a big room for herself for about 1 month. As soon as her parents and sisters left she began to feel weird things around her. (Im thinking this was the time when her powers were beginning to develop.)

One night she called my brother and cried to him because she was really scared of something in her house. Since we were really close and believed in ghost stuff, my bro told me, my sister, and my other cousin to go keep her company for the night, so we did nothing happened though we slept with the lights on because she kept telling us that she keeps seeing a little girl around her, and that the little girl and her friends lived in their closet.

The next month when her parents came back from their trip she told thwm about it but they didn't really believe her, the weird stuff didnt stop. One morning as she was in their bathroom, brushing her teeth for school and her sister was walking up the steps. Her sister heard a little girl laughing, the weird thing is her sister NEVER believed in my cousin about the little girl, but when she heard that laugh she believed in my cousin. At the same time as my cousin was in their bathroom she heard the same laugh (this happned at the same time) she looked up at the reflection lf the mirror, and saw the little girl sitting at the corner of her brother's room (note: the bathroom door was opened the whole time) The girl was sitting with her knees up to her face, with long black hair covering her face her arms were crossed over her knees. she was holding a baby doll. By this time my cousin was getting used to seeing the little girl, so she didnt really feark out, she just quickly walked out of the bathroom and met her sister coming up the stair well. The sister asked if my cousin heard the laugh and my cousin said yeah and that she didnt do it. They both got scared and ran down stairs to catch the bus...

She later had a red cloth tied on her wrist, so that she becomes invisible to the girl. After a while nothing happened in her house, but one day the red cloth fell off and all the weird things happened again. So they later they called in a shaman and did the neej thing. The shaman told the family that my cousin has a little girl following her, because in my cousin's past life she was the mother of the little girl. supposedly when people died, you were supposed to sew people's eyelid shut so that they cant see the living. This little girl only had half of her eyelids sewed shut so she could still see. He said that the girl has been looking for her mother ever since her death and saw that her mother was reborn as my cousin. he told her to leave and that her REAL mom is not here anymore, but she said No she wants to be with her mom (my cousin) FOREVER.

So we had to change her name so that the girl couldn't find her anymore. The shaman also told my cousin that she has to name her first born daughter the same name as the little girl that has been following her. *not gonna say her name*
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: modoupodou on May 13, 2011, 02:49:14 PM
Another story about the same cousin...

One day her and her mom went down stairs to their basement to grab some pots and pans for a party they were throwing. When they walked to the room they saw a boy at the corner facing the corner. The mom, thinking it was one of her brother's friends asked him, why isn't he with her son  upstairs. The boy didnt answer, he just stood facing the wall at the corner.
At that moment their grandmother also came downstairs to get something. She asked the mom who was she talking to. The mother told her about the boy at the corner. The grandmother (who sleeps in the basement) said "oh don't talk to him, he is a ghost"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: always1991 on May 13, 2011, 04:09:28 PM
Hi everyone I'm new here so correct me if I write something that doesn't make any sense. Got couple story to tell you guys. It might not be scary or maybe it will too.

A friend of mine tell me this story a year ago. One day a lady came to their house and ask my friend grandma to see why is her daughter been acting weird and was very mean to her. So the grandma she did that shaman thing and said the reason way she was like that because this one time she went to the lake with her friend and suddenly something happen and she met a guy dragon. So everyday he would come and see her and they would be talking. Sometime she would told her mom or siblings that oh he's here don't you guys see him and so on. But no one see him. They been dating and loving each other alot. The mother told the grandma is their any way to help her daughter and the grandma said well they been dating for very long now and is kind of hard to help her because now they love each other but if at first they haven't fell for each other than is easier to help. Well after that my friend she didn't finish telling me because she don't wanted to keep on asking her grandma to tell her so she only tell me what she heard. Don't know if this is real or not but I only write down what I know or heard.

This happen 4 years ago. One time it was around 9 or 10 p.m and I was on the phone with my boyfriend at the kitchen who is now my husband. My 2nd oldest sister was upstair talking to her boyfriend on the phone while my 3rd oldest sister was taking a shower. About couple minutes later my 3rd oldest sister scream and ran upstair and tell my scecond oldest sister of what she saw in the bathroom mirror and then they both came downstair to the kitchen and tell me what is going on and I stop talking on the phone. Here is what my 3rd oldest sister said when she was in shower. She turn the water to hot when sunddenly it turn out to be so cold that she can't take it anymore and when she got out of the shower she turn her head to the mirror and saw two small hand on it. You know when you take a shower the mirror got fog yeah that's when she saw two handprint on it. She open the door quickly and then she said she got frooze like something try to stop her from screaming or talking. My 2nd oldest sister come down and look at her but my 3rd oldest sister she couldn't talk and all she do was using her eye and stare at the mirror but I guess my 2nd oldest sister doesn't know what she was doing so she was like koj ruam os and went back upstair. So then my 3rd oldest sister now can talk again and she quickly ran upstair and that's is when she told my sister and both of them came downstair and grab me and tell me. The next day we tell all my brothers and parents and they would like maybe your blind and thinking too much but you never know..Anyways I gotta go i'll tell more when i'm back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 13, 2011, 11:51:25 PM
this is not related to ghost story but a scary event that happened back in the high school days.

Some friends and I decided to skip school and go swimming. It was getting close to summer so it was a very hot day. I dont really remember all the detail of that day, but for some reason after reading all these ghost, dragon, and spirit story.... This pop back into my mind and got me thinking. That afternoon, took a little break for lunch and snack after a long day of swimming, when my guy friend saw a snake in the river. They got some tree branch and pull the snake out and killed it. At the time we were all stupid and young so we didnt think much of anything, but come to think of it now, it could have been a zaj (dragon). There is a saying that if you see a snake in the river, that means a zaj is out for their meal..... luckily at that moment everyone was already out of the water.
Zaj has many forms. But I'm glad that nothing happened.. All I know is that the Zaj(s) are scare of the havens. Don't ask me why.. Cause if the zaj takes a person, and it's not their time yet. The god will kill the Zaj(s) by lighten boltz. Rarely do you see boltz from the sky striking a lake or river. But I heard that from the OG's,back home Laos..

Either way the best to protect yourself is to not go swimming.
If you read my posting on Zaj. My very close cousin drowned in waist high water.. And he's not even a kid. A fully grown man that should of known better. I didn't even remember that story till I brought some old photo(s) to my mom's house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 14, 2011, 12:18:33 AM
Hi everyone I'm new here so correct me if I write something that doesn't make any sense. Got couple story to tell you guys. It might not be scary or maybe it will too.

A friend of mine tell me this story a year ago. One day a lady came to their house and ask my friend grandma to see why is her daughter been acting weird and was very mean to her. So the grandma she did that shaman thing and said the reason way she was like that because this one time she went to the lake with her friend and suddenly something happen and she met a guy dragon. So everyday he would come and see her and they would be talking. Sometime she would told her mom or siblings that oh he's here don't you guys see him and so on. But no one see him. They been dating and loving each other alot. The mother told the grandma is their any way to help her daughter and the grandma said well they been dating for very long now and is kind of hard to help her because now they love each other but if at first they haven't fell for each other than is easier to help. Well after that my friend she didn't finish telling me because she don't wanted to keep on asking her grandma to tell her so she only tell me what she heard. Don't know if this is real or not but I only write down what I know or heard.

This happen 4 years ago. One time it was around 9 or 10 p.m and I was on the phone with my boyfriend at the kitchen who is now my husband. My 2nd oldest sister was upstair talking to her boyfriend on the phone while my 3rd oldest sister was taking a shower. About couple minutes later my 3rd oldest sister scream and ran upstair and tell my scecond oldest sister of what she saw in the bathroom mirror and then they both came downstair to the kitchen and tell me what is going on and I stop talking on the phone. Here is what my 3rd oldest sister said when she was in shower. She turn the water to hot when sunddenly it turn out to be so cold that she can't take it anymore and when she got out of the shower she turn her head to the mirror and saw two small hand on it. You know when you take a shower the mirror got fog yeah that's when she saw two handprint on it. She open the door quickly and then she said she got frooze like something try to stop her from screaming or talking. My 2nd oldest sister come down and look at her but my 3rd oldest sister she couldn't talk and all she do was using her eye and stare at the mirror but I guess my 2nd oldest sister doesn't know what she was doing so she was like koj ruam os and went back upstair. So then my 3rd oldest sister now can talk again and she quickly ran upstair and that's is when she told my sister and both of them came downstair and grab me and tell me. The next day we tell all my brothers and parents and they would like maybe your blind and thinking too much but you never know..Anyways I gotta go i'll tell more when i'm back.

First of all, I wanna welcome you to PH..Lots of good ghost stories in here. The best of it's kind. You will not be disappointed with all these stories. I looked at other site(s) to post some of my story and I end up here.

This was the only reason(s) I joined PH..
Anyways...My FIL's oldest sister told me this, when she came up to visit him when he was ill.

As I mentioned a few blogs back..This happened in Kansas. This hmong families bought a house, and it's a duplex. One up stairs and well you get the pix. Anyways I couldn't remember if the family lived up/down stairs. So one day this black lady came into one of the daughter's dream and told them to get of her house. So the daughter woke up and thought that, that it was weird. And didn't think much of it. So the dream got worst and worst, but being a church person( sorry my spelling isn't there. LOL) She decided to pray. So that night the lady came back into her dream and the daughter told her that, they bought the house therefore they will not move out. So the black lady told her " she lives with her son and when duties called he had to go to war overseas, and that the lady had a heart attack and die in the house". Long story short cause too much detail(s) So the daughter asked if the black lady would want pray with her. And the black lady did, however the black lady asked "if they refuse to move out then they need to live ( this is what I forgot) either up/down stairs". I think it was upstairs. And the lady lives downstairs.

Anyways she the hmong lady got scared cause the black refuse to leave and move on.. So one day the hmong"s neighbor came to the family and asked "if there was someone living in downstairs with them, cause every morning they will see a black figure come out of the house and open the water hose and water the lawn.. then goes back into the house.. So the hmong ppl got even more scare. One day they decided to put up cam(s) in the downstairs.

Guess what they recorded....
They recorded a hand... a hairy hand. Not the whole body or arm but a hand... no i didn't see the clip, even if it was offer to me to see I won't wanna see... there are things that you must not see...
So after that, they put that house up for sale. I don't know what happened after that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 14, 2011, 12:38:17 AM
Okay got another one..
This is sorta from my younger bro.
He kinda weird, cause he sorta have these 6 thingy. Like he'll go fishing with his friends and he'll see strange figures and all that stuff. One time he went out to fish with his friend(s) and they went to this lake, (I also fish that lake, so I'm aware of which spot he was talking about) on to the story, as he was casting his line out. He saw what he thought was a person on that Island. So he looked again and say to himself---wait I didn't see any hmong ppl cross the lake to get to that Island. So he looked again and the thing was looking back at him.

He got scare and told his friend(s) that he wasn't feeling good. And some of his friends were like "aaah dude" so my bro told them that he needs to go home cause he's feeling very sick all a sudden. So they all pack up and while they were on the road, he told them that did they see a little kid with red eyes over in that Island. That's when one of his friends said"yeah but I tried not to think of it". So some of his friends got scare. LOL

He's seen a lot of strange things with his friends. So when he goes with me... I too get kinda scare. Cause he see stuff that I'm not seeing. But I could feel stuff but lucky  for me I don't have that skill set.

After some many strange encounter's that I heard from my bro. I asked if, and when he's out fishing with me.. do he see stuff like that...  and he said no. I was a bit relief. And I told him that one of his friend(s) might have someone/thing following the person. Cause when you fish with me. you see nothing, but when you're with your friends you see. But he still don't believe me..
Been busy fishing with almost $4 per gal... So I haven't ask him about it, or maybe one of his friend(s) stopped fishing.. cause he hasn't told me a new one... not yet..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on May 14, 2011, 02:15:48 AM
Zaj has many forms. But I'm glad that nothing happened.. All I know is that the Zaj(s) are scare of the havens. Don't ask me why.. Cause if the zaj takes a person, and it's not their time yet. The god will kill the Zaj(s) by lighten boltz. Rarely do you see boltz from the sky striking a lake or river. But I heard that from the OG's,back home Laos..

Either way the best to protect yourself is to not go swimming.
If you read my posting on Zaj. My very close cousin drowned in waist high water.. And he's not even a kid. A fully grown man that should of known better. I didn't even remember that story till I brought some old photo(s) to my mom's house.

Talking about Lightning bolt striking Zaj. My dad's little brother drowned in this big river back in Laos. When they recovered his body, there were two holes on his neck. His family weren't happy so a few months later, his older brother went to burn papers at the river, begging for the sky to kill the Zaj in the river because he took his little brother. Then a lightning bolt from the sky struck my dad's other brother killing him also. What bad luck my dad's family had. Maybe it wasn't the dragon who killed their little bro so the sky was pissed off at his older brother accusing the dragon for the kill and zapped him also. Or maybe the dragon had lighting powers also?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 15, 2011, 12:48:04 AM
Talking about Lightning bolt striking Zaj. My dad's little brother drowned in this big river back in Laos. When they recovered his body, there were two holes on his neck. His family weren't happy so a few months later, his older brother went to burn papers at the river, begging for the sky to kill the Zaj in the river because he took his little brother. Then a lightning bolt from the sky struck my dad's other brother killing him also. What bad luck my dad's family had. Maybe it wasn't the dragon who killed their little bro so the sky was pissed off at his older brother accusing the dragon for the kill and zapped him also. Or maybe the dragon had lighting powers also?
Dam, that's freaky, I mean I heard stories about blotz hitting the water, and killing the Zaj for doing the wrong... But never had I though that blotz can rain down on a person for falsely blaming the Zaj for doing the drowning..

Pure Noob,
Sorry to of hear about your uncle... Hope that ur families are doing better.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on May 16, 2011, 02:01:35 PM
This story is from a friend;

Lets call him Lo. Anyways, Lo finally bought his first car from this Caucasian dude. He was really happy about it because it was his own. A few nights later, weird things started to happen. Because he works late usually by the time he drive home, there's barely any cars left on the road. There's this bridge that he passes by every night from work.

After a few nights of driving  his car, he noticed a shadowy figure in his backseat. It only appears whenever he's crossing the bridge. The first time that he saw the figure he tried cussing it out. The second time, it took a lot more effort to get rid of it. Lo describe it as a woman. He could clearly see her figure but her face was a mess. He couldn't really tell what she looked like because her face was so blurry. Every time she appears, he got a lot of goosebumps and his hair stood on ends.

He finally told his grandma about his two incidents. She told him to go out and buy some dead money and incense. He had to burn the money and light the incense for his mom. You see, his mom died a while back when he was younger. Lo's grandma said that if he did that her spirit would protect him. While rushing home with the stuff, he got in a car accident. He drove into a parked car.

He said that as he was rushing home the lady shadow appeared again! This time she was on his car hood and she was crouched like a tigress ready to pouch! That was when he swirled his car and hit a parked car.

After burning the money and incense for his mom Lo went to talk with the original owner of the car. Lo asked the guy if anybody had died in the car. The guy said "Yeah. My wife."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on May 16, 2011, 02:33:29 PM
This story is from a friend;

Lets call him Lo. Anyways, Lo finally bought his first car from this Caucasian dude. He was really happy about it because it was his own. A few nights later, weird things started to happen. Because he works late usually by the time he drive home, there's barely any cars left on the road. There's this bridge that he passes by every night from work.

After a few nights of driving  his car, he noticed a shadowy figure in his backseat. It only appears whenever he's crossing the bridge. The first time that he saw the figure he tried cussing it out. The second time, it took a lot more effort to get rid of it. Lo describe it as a woman. He could clearly see her figure but her face was a mess. He couldn't really tell what she looked like because her face was so blurry. Every time she appears, he got a lot of goosebumps and his hair stood on ends.

He finally told his grandma about his two incidents. She told him to go out and buy some dead money and incense. He had to burn the money and light the incense for his mom. You see, his mom died a while back when he was younger. Lo's grandma said that if he did that her spirit would protect him. While rushing home with the stuff, he got in a car accident. He drove into a parked car.

He said that as he was rushing home the lady shadow appeared again! This time she was on his car hood and she was crouched like a tigress ready to pouch! That was when he swirled his car and hit a parked car.

After burning the money and incense for his mom Lo went to talk with the original owner of the car. Lo asked the guy if anybody had died in the car. The guy said "Yeah. My wife."
seriously you gotta use that name Lo ??
thats my freaken name!! but im not that person youre relating too.. LOL!!
scary stories.. keep it coming..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on May 16, 2011, 03:19:16 PM
FNX...dayem that was scary. So what did Lo do with the car?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on May 16, 2011, 04:27:29 PM
well... ask 'rambo' that's him ;D

Naw but for reals, Lo sold it... really cheap.

I don't know if you guys heard this story before but I remember it from my childhood.

There was this old Hmong couple in Laos who wanted a child very much. Whenever they go to their garden in the mountains, they would say aloud, "Oh, how we wish for a child to warm our home." One day, after they said that a lady poj txoog (sorry if i spelled it wrong) heard them. She decided to grant them their wish.

A few days later, while the couple was walking to their garden they heard a baby cry. They rushed towards the cries and found a baby boy crying by a tall old tree. They felt so blessed. They thanked heaven and took the baby home.

Ever since they brought the baby home they have been switching days so that someone is at home with the baby. So if the dad goes to the garden the mom would stay home to watch the baby. If the mom goes, the dad would stay. This went on for a couple of months. Subtly, they began to notice how tired they've become.

One day, while the dad was walking to the garden he remembered he had forgotten his shovel so he rushed back home. Because he had become so tired he didn't make any noise and plus he didn't want to wake up the mom and baby if they were still sleeping. As he got closer to the house, he began to get goosebumps. His hairs began to tingle and stood on ends. The closer the dad got to the house, he heard this suckling sound coming from inside the house. Curious, he peeked a hole into the house where the sound was the loudest. What he saw terrify him to his bones.

The mom was laying on the bed sleeping and the baby was up. But it didn't look like the baby they found. It was greenish blue with deep eye sockets. By this time the 'baby' had grown a little and it was sucking blood from the mom. He was so scared he didn't know what to do so he took the shovel and went back to the garden. As night fell, the dad walked home. Instead of tending to the garden, he had been building a bamboo cell for the baby poj txoog.

The next morning, he pulled the woman to the side and whisper to her of what he saw. At first she didn't want to believe him but as the day progressed she also began to noticed the little things her husband had been telling her. Although she didn't exactly see the greenish blue hue of the baby she realized that the baby they found really was a poj txoog's baby. Its eyes kept following them wherever they went. It didn't look no where else.

The couple didn't wait til night fall. They rushed the baby and bamboo cell into the mountains and set the bamboo cell on fire with the baby inside it. As the baby started to scream the couple heard horrific screams from all around them. It was so inhuman that they rushed home and never looked back. They also never wished for a child again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lifemystery on May 17, 2011, 03:01:05 AM
Is it true upon Hmong beliefs when someone dies inside a house; their spirit haunts the place because it still thinks their family is still living in there? I had a friend of mine moved to a new place not too long ago. I asked him why. He told me that it was haunted. Before he lived there a Hmong elderly woman died in the house of natural causes. The previous family moved out of that house as soon as possible after her death. He mention that he can hear an old lady crying downstairs, the kitchen smell commonly filled with fresh rice that has just been fully cooked even though he cooked meals with a strong scent such as frying meats. During early in the morning dishes rambles while the water is running on its own as someone is washing the dishes. While he is sleeping something blows clouds of smoke or cold air into his face. When taking pictures of his sons & daughters beside them is an old lady Hmong wearing the traditional clothes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on May 17, 2011, 08:13:23 AM
My aunt told me this recently. This happened to her niece in Cali, so if any one knows them personally..pl ease add.

Lee (not real names) and Bao with their children and spouses had moved into together into a new rental. On the day of viewing, Lee had bought a camera to take pictures b/c neither Bao or her hsb were able to go. When viewing the pictures, there was an old white man standing at the corner of the house outside. Thinking they that they made had just caught the neighbor coming around, they went ahead and rented the place b/c it was new and affordable.

Moved in and settle...every night Lee stated that there was constant talking and movement out in the living room and kitchen like someone is cooking and washing dishes but bc it never really show it's presences they were able to live with it....the noises actually got louder and louder until one night as soon as they fell asleep, they heard loud talking. Thinking it was Bao and her hsb, Lee got up to see. She open the door and look out the hallway and it was dark and there was no lights on in her sis's bedroom. As she turn back around into her room, she looked at her hsb and his eyes were bright red! Immediately, she started screaming and yelling, her hsb not knowing why started to approach her and she fell back against the wall covering her eyes. Lee and her hsb had heard her and ran into the room and saw her on the floor covering her eyes and screaming. When they asked what was wrong she was hysterically screaming for them to look at her hsb. They saw the exact thing. Lee's hsb eye were bright red!!  Lee was hysterical by this time and demanded Bao's hsb, who was a Pastor to pray and she demanded her hsb to leave the house and never come back. Her hsb, still clueless, grab his keys and left.

Lee and Bao's family took a dash towards the door after he left and went elsewhere to calm down. In the morning, they call their mom to tell her and had her assist them to grab their things as they were in a rush, they left the children's diapers etc... When they arrived at the house, Bao's hsb took a picture of the front yard on his cell phone. They were able to grab their things while he took more pictures inside the house.

Lee's hsb did call looking for her but she banned him from her and told him to go stay with an uncle. She refused to remain married to him any longer and after much intervention from both families, she relented. When asked if he remembers the night, he states that he remembers that they were yelling at him and had kick him out of the house but he doesn't remember where he drove off to.. the only thing he remembers is that he was back in front of the house again and all the lights were turned off and the cars were gone and that he was confused but called Lee and she told him to go to his uncle's house.

This is the spooky part.. after they were able to move everything out, they went thru those pictures on Bao's hsb phone and the picture he took of the front house, there was two white kids standing by the window inside of the house. Another picture in the hall shows a blur vision of an native Indian person and one in the bathroom shows an outline of a lady in the tub.  :o

I don't think it's the house, I think it's the land. But who knows...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 17, 2011, 08:24:12 AM
I remember my mom telling me a story about her when she was still in her younging day. she went to the garden (back in laos). So one day my mom and her sister's went to the garden because they had no more zaug to eat and no more food for the pigs. While my mom went her own way sorta into the forest to get those things that you feed pigs and her sisters went to the garden to get some zaug, my mom heard a teenage voice crying and my mom was curious and she went to go look cause she thought it was her sister crying from tripping or something like that, well when she got out of the forest she see's a girl sitting on the rock crying, my mom said that the girl had long hair and was wearing hmong clothes (dead hmong clothes) she got so freaked out she went to get her sisters and they ran home. my mom told her mom which is my grandma saying that she saw something strange near the garden. My grandma didnt really believe my mom but all of a sudde this lady walks out of no where and ask my mom " me ntxais koj pos dab tsis os?" (sorry i suck) so my mom told her the story and the lady said (ok imma write this in english. LOL "Ohh that was where we buried our daughter, she died because we wouldnt let her marry her bf so she ate medicine and she had pass away and maybe she just miss her bf". My mom was so scared. so my grandma was like oh thank you for telling us. So the crying that my mom heard was the girl was crying because she misses her bf.
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fishhead on May 17, 2011, 10:00:18 AM
A story told by a story teller.

Recently at NC. A BIL bought a house and not knowing the house was haunted and he got in an afordable price.
BIL was excite and happy.

BIL daughter already sick (Raug Dad Phem Lawm) before they move to their new home. One day
BIL call a shaman to do the jingle bell for his daughter, suddenly a white girl appear out
of no where in a day light walking inside of the house. One of the BIL cousin's wife yell
at the white girl, what is she doing in the house and where's her parent. The white girl
walk outside to the front door and dissappear.

BIL called his younger brother in MN ask the younger brother's wife to Siab Yaig and do mini
jingle bell (new shaman) to check on the house and BIL daughter. As she travel to the spiritual realm
to BIL house. When she open the door to thier house, it's all dark, she felt strong and strange energy
coming from the house will doing jingle bell in MN. She was able to understand what's lying inside BIL
house and what happen to the daugther.

BIL daughter spirit also got possess by the white girl. The white girl die in the house with mutiple
stabbed. There's mean white man spirit lived inside the house, believed he might get burried some where in the
basement or ground level. Another person either a American Indian man or Black man die around the
area where the house was built. The yound shaman got very spooky and even get goosebump all over when
doing jingle bell.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fishhead on May 17, 2011, 10:12:56 AM
My own story  ;D

When I as young in Ban Vinai, I got sick very bad to the point where I almost die. One night while I was sleeping with
my step mom and dad.  I slept on the edge of the bed facing the front door. Either my eyes playing trick on me or
not, I saw a big figure lift the bamboo door up piece by piece. So I got scared closed my eyes and quickly turn
to my dad. Suddenly I felt a soft furry hand brush off on my left shoulder. I screamed the living heck out during
the night and woke every one up. From there on I always sleep with blanket covering up from head to toes no
matter how hot it is, until I turn 18 years of age.

The shaman said it was my birth mother visiting me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 17, 2011, 01:53:45 PM
These pass few days I've been scared, like the dark, taking a shower by myself, staying at a certain place by myself, staying home alone. Well just yesterday I told my mom to check why i've been so scared. Since she is one of the new lady shaman she wants to practice her ua neeg stuff. Well for my mom I'm the responsible one for the bell thingy whatever that is (the thing that you hit and it makes a big sound. LOl whatever thats call). Why me? Because i'm the only child so im responsible for everything. Ok well actually I do have brother's and sister's but I live with my uncle and aunt which they are my mom and dad. So basically i live with my uncle and aunt. so im the only child that lives with them and have responsible for everything. They love me to death. Ok back to the story. When my mom was done with the ua neeg she said that when I was out hang ing with my friends and cousins a ghost guy took my spirit because it liked me so much and thats why i've been so scared. Which my parents are going to hu plig for me in two weeks.  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on May 17, 2011, 02:47:53 PM
These pass few days I've been scared, like the dark, taking a shower by myself, staying at a certain place by myself, staying home alone. Well just yesterday I told my mom to check why i've been so scared. Since she is one of the new lady shaman she wants to practice her ua neeg stuff. Well for my mom I'm the responsible one for the bell thingy whatever that is (the thing that you hit and it makes a big sound. LOl whatever thats call). Why me? Because i'm the only child so im responsible for everything. Ok well actually I do have brother's and sister's but I live with my uncle and aunt which they are my mom and dad. So basically i live with my uncle and aunt. so im the only child that lives with them and have responsible for everything. They love me to death. Ok back to the story. When my mom was done with the ua neeg she said that when I was out hang ing with my friends and cousins a ghost guy took my spirit because it liked me so much and thats why i've been so scared. Which my parents are going to hu plig for me in two weeks.  :o

The Gong
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on May 17, 2011, 11:13:58 PM
This story is similar to FNXIAO89 story....

These two Hmong couple didn't have any kids, and really wanted a kid since they were getting old. So everyday that they went to the garden they would call out loud on how much they wanted a kid. A poj txoj overheard them and turned itself into a baby boy. The two couple found the baby and thought it was a gift from god. They brought the baby home and took care of it the best they could.

Years have passed and the baby boy was getting bigger. The mother also notice that the father was getting very weak and sick. He would always complained that his neck hurts but couldn't find anything wrong. She went to a nearby neighbor who was a shaman and asked him to look into why her husband was getting sicker by the day. After looking into his things (I don't know what you call it) he asked her if they had found a baby a couple years back. She answered yes. He then asked her that every night that they slept does the baby always faces the father. She thought for a bit and answered yes. He then told her to go back home and tell the father that she was going to the garden but then go and wait til night fall and peek through the walls of where the husband sleeps at and she will then find her answer to why her husband is so sick.

She then went home, gather her garden stuff and told her husband and baby that she was going to the garden and may not return til nightfall. She went on her way but stayed nearby. As night approached, she slowly and quietly peaked through the wall of where her husband slept. What she saw horrified her to death. The baby boy had turned into a poj txoj and was sucking her husbands blood from the hole it had made on the husband's neck. She was too scared to go back home the whole night.

As morning came, she finally got the courage to go home. As she went inside the boy woke up and said, "Why'd you go so long mom". She froze and studdered that since it was too late she decided to just sleep there and wait til morning to come home. She was so shaken the whole day that she decided to go see the shaman. The shaman told her to build a cage and dig a hole enough for the cage and try to trick the poj txoj into the cage and burn it. So she went back home and told her husband about the boy and what she saw. She also told him about the plan but little did they know the poj txoj already know what they were planning. So it went along with the plan and followed them. As they approached the hole of where the cage was, the poj txoj pushed the dad into the cage, laughed and said, "Since you two know what I am and were mean enough to kill me I'm going to kill you first." It burned the dad and the mother could do nothing but watched her husband die. She was so scared and angry at the same time that when the poj txoj wasn't paying attention she ran off.

The poj txoj started chasing the mom. The mom ran towards the mountain to get to the other village where her relatives live. As the poj txoj chased after the mom it kind of lost her. It came upon these travelers and asked them if they'd seen its mom. The travelers said they haven't seen anyone besides the lady who went toward the mountain and pointed to where the mom was at. The poj txoj looked and said, "that's not my mom. My mom is pretty. That lady has horns." No matter how much the poj txoj looked at where the mom was at it kept saying that it wasn't its mom. The thing was that, the mother was carrying one of those hmong chairs you see shaman use during rituals on her back, with the legs facing outward (if you can picture it). So that made the poj txoj confused that the legs were horns since it was sticking out towards the moms head.

So the poj txoj decided to chase on down the road and never saw its mom again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 18, 2011, 02:18:33 PM
This story is similar to FNXIAO89 story....

These two Hmong couple didn't have any kids, and really wanted a kid since they were getting old. So everyday that they went to the garden they would call out loud on how much they wanted a kid. A poj txoj overheard them and turned itself into a baby boy. The two couple found the baby and thought it was a gift from god. They brought the baby home and took care of it the best they could.

Years have passed and the baby boy was getting bigger. The mother also notice that the father was getting very weak and sick. He would always complained that his neck hurts but couldn't find anything wrong. She went to a nearby neighbor who was a shaman and asked him to look into why her husband was getting sicker by the day. After looking into his things (I don't know what you call it) he asked her if they had found a baby a couple years back. She answered yes. He then asked her that every night that they slept does the baby always faces the father. She thought for a bit and answered yes. He then told her to go back home and tell the father that she was going to the garden but then go and wait til night fall and peek through the walls of where the husband sleeps at and she will then find her answer to why her husband is so sick.

She then went home, gather her garden stuff and told her husband and baby that she was going to the garden and may not return til nightfall. She went on her way but stayed nearby. As night approached, she slowly and quietly peaked through the wall of where her husband slept. What she saw horrified her to death. The baby boy had turned into a poj txoj and was sucking her husbands blood from the hole it had made on the husband's neck. She was too scared to go back home the whole night.

As morning came, she finally got the courage to go home. As she went inside the boy woke up and said, "Why'd you go so long mom". She froze and studdered that since it was too late she decided to just sleep there and wait til morning to come home. She was so shaken the whole day that she decided to go see the shaman. The shaman told her to build a cage and dig a hole enough for the cage and try to trick the poj txoj into the cage and burn it. So she went back home and told her husband about the boy and what she saw. She also told him about the plan but little did they know the poj txoj already know what they were planning. So it went along with the plan and followed them. As they approached the hole of where the cage was, the poj txoj pushed the dad into the cage, laughed and said, "Since you two know what I am and were mean enough to kill me I'm going to kill you first." It burned the dad and the mother could do nothing but watched her husband die. She was so scared and angry at the same time that when the poj txoj wasn't paying attention she ran off.

The poj txoj started chasing the mom. The mom ran towards the mountain to get to the other village where her relatives live. As the poj txoj chased after the mom it kind of lost her. It came upon these travelers and asked them if they'd seen its mom. The travelers said they haven't seen anyone besides the lady who went toward the mountain and pointed to where the mom was at. The poj txoj looked and said, "that's not my mom. My mom is pretty. That lady has horns." No matter how much the poj txoj looked at where the mom was at it kept saying that it wasn't its mom. The thing was that, the mother was carrying one of those hmong chairs you see shaman use during rituals on her back, with the legs facing outward (if you can picture it). So that made the poj txoj confused that the legs were horns since it was sticking out towards the moms head.

So the poj txoj decided to chase on down the road and never saw its mom again.
The Gong
Yes that thing. lol
This story is similar to FNXIAO89 story....

These two Hmong couple didn't have any kids, and really wanted a kid since they were getting old. So everyday that they went to the garden they would call out loud on how much they wanted a kid. A poj txoj overheard them and turned itself into a baby boy. The two couple found the baby and thought it was a gift from god. They brought the baby home and took care of it the best they could.

Years have passed and the baby boy was getting bigger. The mother also notice that the father was getting very weak and sick. He would always complained that his neck hurts but couldn't find anything wrong. She went to a nearby neighbor who was a shaman and asked him to look into why her husband was getting sicker by the day. After looking into his things (I don't know what you call it) he asked her if they had found a baby a couple years back. She answered yes. He then asked her that every night that they slept does the baby always faces the father. She thought for a bit and answered yes. He then told her to go back home and tell the father that she was going to the garden but then go and wait til night fall and peek through the walls of where the husband sleeps at and she will then find her answer to why her husband is so sick.

She then went home, gather her garden stuff and told her husband and baby that she was going to the garden and may not return til nightfall. She went on her way but stayed nearby. As night approached, she slowly and quietly peaked through the wall of where her husband slept. What she saw horrified her to death. The baby boy had turned into a poj txoj and was sucking her husbands blood from the hole it had made on the husband's neck. She was too scared to go back home the whole night.

As morning came, she finally got the courage to go home. As she went inside the boy woke up and said, "Why'd you go so long mom". She froze and studdered that since it was too late she decided to just sleep there and wait til morning to come home. She was so shaken the whole day that she decided to go see the shaman. The shaman told her to build a cage and dig a hole enough for the cage and try to trick the poj txoj into the cage and burn it. So she went back home and told her husband about the boy and what she saw. She also told him about the plan but little did they know the poj txoj already know what they were planning. So it went along with the plan and followed them. As they approached the hole of where the cage was, the poj txoj pushed the dad into the cage, laughed and said, "Since you two know what I am and were mean enough to kill me I'm going to kill you first." It burned the dad and the mother could do nothing but watched her husband die. She was so scared and angry at the same time that when the poj txoj wasn't paying attention she ran off.

The poj txoj started chasing the mom. The mom ran towards the mountain to get to the other village where her relatives live. As the poj txoj chased after the mom it kind of lost her. It came upon these travelers and asked them if they'd seen its mom. The travelers said they haven't seen anyone besides the lady who went toward the mountain and pointed to where the mom was at. The poj txoj looked and said, "that's not my mom. My mom is pretty. That lady has horns." No matter how much the poj txoj looked at where the mom was at it kept saying that it wasn't its mom. The thing was that, the mother was carrying one of those hmong chairs you see shaman use during rituals on her back, with the legs facing outward (if you can picture it). So that made the poj txoj confused that the legs were horns since it was sticking out towards the moms head.

So the poj txoj decided to chase on down the road and never saw its mom again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ph D wanna Be on May 18, 2011, 03:09:37 PM
Okay. Don't know wat that was for. Haha or the meaning of it..
You trying to tell us sumting.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on May 18, 2011, 08:00:30 PM
yo molayang, do not quote the damn stories...damn noob...  >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 19, 2011, 08:08:17 AM
Uhhh... ok im sorry?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 19, 2011, 08:18:29 AM
more stories?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 19, 2011, 08:23:36 AM
Was there supose to be a story in there? I was confuse. Lol.
I'm pretty sure you all have more stories..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on May 19, 2011, 06:53:28 PM
Uhhh... ok im sorry?
:hello2: :headbang:thank you..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 20, 2011, 10:56:35 AM
This story is from a friend;

Lets call him Lo. Anyways, Lo finally bought his first car from this Caucasian dude. He was really happy about it because it was his own. A few nights later, weird things started to happen. Because he works late usually by the time he drive home, there's barely any cars left on the road. There's this bridge that he passes by every night from work.

After a few nights of driving  his car, he noticed a shadowy figure in his backseat. It only appears whenever he's crossing the bridge. The first time that he saw the figure he tried cussing it out. The second time, it took a lot more effort to get rid of it. Lo describe it as a woman. He could clearly see her figure but her face was a mess. He couldn't really tell what she looked like because her face was so blurry. Every time she appears, he got a lot of goosebumps and his hair stood on ends.

He finally told his grandma about his two incidents. She told him to go out and buy some dead money and incense. He had to burn the money and light the incense for his mom. You see, his mom died a while back when he was younger. Lo's grandma said that if he did that her spirit would protect him. While rushing home with the stuff, he got in a car accident. He drove into a parked car.

He said that as he was rushing home the lady shadow appeared again! This time she was on his car hood and she was crouched like a tigress ready to pouch! That was when he swirled his car and hit a parked car.

After burning the money and incense for his mom Lo went to talk with the original owner of the car. Lo asked the guy if anybody had died in the car. The guy said "Yeah. My wife."
You know what's strange about that story was? A few months ago I was looking into a use car to buy also.. I ran into this ad on Craiglist. 1996 camry, no accident, about 115xxx miles. So I called the person up and he gave me the run down on the car.." He said that his grandpa owned that car he he took care of it like it was is was his 1st son".. So I was about to make an offer and to go see it (car) the next day. After the dude told me his grandpa passed away and the car was giving to him as a gift.. Now that know it was a well maintain car. I really wanted to buy it..One thing he say that made me change my mind.. " He said that when his grandpa pass away he told the dude to not sell his car".. Crap that gave me the chills.. You know we are very superstitious when some one gives us a gift after they passed on. And we turn it around to make money.. So I told him " that I'll think about it and call him if I do come the next day".

Good thing I didn't go buy the car.. Or else I might see things like your buddy "Lo" or worst.LOL
(Speaking about  inheriting a gift).. When my FIL passed on, I inherited all his guns. So I know how it'll feel if I were to sell his guns that he gave me...His spirit won't be happy with me or something else.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 23, 2011, 08:19:09 AM
This was long ago like in 2005 im guessing.... Ok well I just remember this story because I was smoking out from my window and got that damn story in my mind, so here it goes. I was sleeping over at my cousins house (i think there house is haunted.. 0-0) and I was sleeping with the girls downstairs(they were all grown ups around 17-19 I was 8 or 9) ok my two guy cousins bed were upstairs, so it was late at night, me and my girl cousins was putting makeup on and i was just reading something i remember. Well my guy cousin came down crying and screaming,(he was like 20 LOL) we were all like dude what the hell? He told us that when he weas smoking outside he saw a lady in hmong clothes looking at him smoking, and that ghost was waving and laughing at him. OMG im scared now. LOL ok anyways when he told us the story we heard a knock on the window, damn no one looked cause we were too scared, it went on so long and my cousins parents woke up and told us to go to sleep, i know they heard that too! LOL gah, then we turned all the lights off and my guy cousins slept on the floor. The sad thing was that we just left my other guy cousin sleeping upstairs, but its ok cause he sleeps through anything. HAHA. yeah not so scary but i've experienced it a bit. so its scary to me. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 23, 2011, 08:24:22 AM
Did you guys know that its good to wear silver and gold when you go to sleep? Especially for the people who gets paralize a lot by a ghost.... I just heard of it. I tried and It helps me. you try it see if it helps you. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on May 23, 2011, 12:36:00 PM
This Hmong guy was married to a Christian lady but he refused to go to church and still kept the shamanic culture. Well one day he died in a car wreck and his cousins were gonna bury him hmong style but his wife said that costs to much money so she didn't care and did a christian funeral for him. She called up her church people and buried him in a suit, and the hmong clan was just like ok then, you'll see for yourself. A few weeks after his funeral, his kids kept on seeing him walk around in their backyard and he was wearing white. They were all freaked out by this and told their mom but she just told them to pray to god. He kept appearing around their yard and he came in his son's dream saying that he can't pass because he dont have on the right clothing so they wont let him through the gates. Since his wife didnt give a crap, his son called up an uncle and told him about the dreams and the apparitions. His uncle did that "let go of spirit" thing and he never returned again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on May 23, 2011, 05:20:26 PM
pure noob, thats what happens when people are united by marriage but neither will change religions for the other
my buddies father is a shaman, and the stuff that his dad tells him, and him passing it on to us is crazy

his father mentioned that sometimes in the spirit world he would see people like that where they cant pass because their spouse/relatives didnt bury them by the deceases religion but by their convenience and their own religion
the decease becomes poor, hungry, and lost in the spirit world often begging for help and food

this is what his father said so i dont really know if it really happens or not
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 24, 2011, 01:29:53 AM
pure noob, thats what happens when people are united by marriage but neither will change religions for the other
my buddies father is a shaman, and the stuff that his dad tells him, and him passing it on to us is crazy

his father mentioned that sometimes in the spirit world he would see people like that where they cant pass because their spouse/relatives didnt bury them by the deceases religion but by their convenience and their own religion
the decease becomes poor, hungry, and lost in the spirit world often begging for help and food

this is what his father said so i dont really know if it really happens or not
That's why if you go to church or the old ways. Don't date each other or marry them. It'll only make things worst for you.
Having said that:
The Church ppl still say crap about us and your old ways. And the old ways still say crap about us and our church ways..
The way I see it. We need to stop blaming one another. Which ever ways you wanna choose. It's totally up to you..
And we need to stop the hate'n.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 24, 2011, 01:33:08 AM
Did you guys know that its good to wear silver and gold when you go to sleep? Especially for the people who gets paralize a lot by a ghost.... I just heard of it. I tried and It helps me. you try it see if it helps you. =]
Never heard that before. All I know is that when you get a lot of nightmares or being sat on. The Hmoob knife under the pillow is what I always grab. In my case I grab my swords. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 24, 2011, 01:56:32 AM
This is a friends' deer hunting story.
So I might not remember all the details: so here it goes. Two of my buddies went to White Water(MN) for deer opener. So they both got up early around 3-4 am to go to their deer stands. Buddy(A) went to his stand and was claiming his stand. While he was in his stand, he looked at the view and he saw these nicely shinning rock(s), stones. It was about 50-60yrds from him. So he called his other buddy(B). to see if he's up in his stand already. Buddy(B) said "yeah his up in his stand". Buddies (a) asked him, when they were scouting did he see any shinning stones or something like that. Buddy(B) said "no".

It was a full moon, so those who hunts knows what I mean.(can't spell it in hmoob). He kept on looking at it and he said to himself. "Wait, how come when i was scouting I didn't see these rocks"? So why are there these shining stones. So he sat in his stand wondering if he went the wrong way or he got lost? Well when morning came and he was brave enough to climb down. He went to see the rock(s). What he saw freak the crap out of him. What he was looking at was a bunch of grave stones. So he went back and pack up his stand and walked back to camp..

This i don't know if it's related:
The two buddies was in their tents and was a sleep. Buddy(B) had a bad azz dream about these Hmoob ladies visiting him and wanted him to follow the lady to her place. And all. (forgot the details. So I guess he got sat while camping in the woods). So when buddy (B) was able to gain his composure, he woke up buddy(A) and told him the dream. The both of them, got up in the middle of the night and started packing their gears, other hmong OG was asking why they leaving so early?. The two of them said that, they forgot that buddy(B) had to go do something at home the next day. So that's why they are leaving.
You know that if you have a nightmare while hunting.. It's bad Omen..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 24, 2011, 02:22:51 AM
Here's another hunting story. It was their frist time up there.This happened in Stacey (MN) It was small game season). Okay they drove in this truck that has one of those camper topper.
So there is this camp ground that Hmoob ppl go sleep in or park their cars.
Anyways after a long day of hunting the two Hmoob dudes came back to the camp. . And started to set-up for the night. Other Hmoob ppl came back and was packing to go home. So the two guys asked "why are you ppl going home, why not camp there". The other Hmoob asked if they are new here. They said "yeah". So the other ppl said that, this is not a place for ppl to camp, something's not right in this camp ground.. But being new and not scare. So ppl started going home, while the two were left.

That night they both encounter something. According to the homng ppl that came that morning. The other two dudes that camp that night told them about it.

"While everyone left, and the two were left. And they both ate dinner, and went into the trunk to sleep, they both heard like a little rocks hitting the truck. So the both of them got out of the truck. And saw nothing. So they both went back into the trunk. Anyways there were more of them rocks being thrown at them. Then they felt like some one had jump onto the truck and was bouncing up and down. Man the two got so freak out that, neither of them wanted to go out and start the truck. So they both endure that whole ordeal all night till morning came. They could of swore that with all that racked. The truck would of being all ding up and with a lot of hand prints.

That morning when other ppl showed up, the two of them came out and the other ppl came to say Hi " you know OG thingy" that when they asked if this place was like hunted, than the OG asked if something happened. That's when the two dudes told them OG..
Fk I'll be pissing in my pants if I ran into something like that..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on May 24, 2011, 02:23:52 AM
I think we hmong people need to separate tradition and culture from religion. Best of both worlds. Anyways on to the stories.

At my work place there's always a third shift because we have to shuttle people who work at the airport very early in the morning. I've heard of a lot of stories from my coworkers from the off-site parking lot where the employees park. One night, one of my coworkers was sleeping in his shuttle when he felt shaking. He woke up and was worried it was an angry passenger who was trying to wake him up. When he looked around, he saw no one. He went to sleep again, and just before he dozed off the shuttle shook again!

He was like wtf, then he saw a car at the end of the parking lot turning its lights on. He's like, oh okay it was just an employee who needs a ride over. So as he drives over to the car, the cars lights turn off. When he gets there, there is no one waiting outside the car for him, when he looks inside the car it's empty. He freaked out and drove back to the other side of the parking lot. When he turned the shuttle around, the car turned on its lights again! He said screw it, and didn't go back. He told me he couldn't sleep again the rest of the night.

Our airport used to be a marine base during WWII. I know that the security guys say the main administration building is haunted. When they do the rounds, they hear footsteps and keys jingling, but when they check the room, there's no one there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 24, 2011, 08:10:02 AM
well the knife i have too but it doesnt work as much as wearing gold and silver for me.  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 24, 2011, 08:20:09 AM
So my ex told me what happened to him like a couple of weeks ago, he works 2nd shift and he comes home at 1 so when it was time to come home, him and his coworker decided to go check on the machines (Because it was always broken) it wasnt broken this time so then they both were walking through the hallway (there were windows on both side of the hallway) to get back so they can check out, well what they saw was a hmong lady wearing hmong clothes waving to them. my ex and his coworker got scared and ran out to there cars and drove off. That was when he freaken called me and scared the SH*t outta me.  >:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 26, 2011, 08:06:24 AM
awww no more stories?......... :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 26, 2011, 02:16:57 PM
i got one but ill post it up later. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on May 26, 2011, 08:55:57 PM
I think for most people, the reason why they dont see things or have an intuition about the spirit world is mainly because, they can not understand it. Not saying I'm a professional at all this paranormal stuff, but I do get feelings about places. And I've seen and experienced many things in life. Ever since I was a kid, I saw things that I child shouldnt be seeing. To this day, I still see and hear things, or have feelings about places.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on May 26, 2011, 09:32:39 PM
So with that in mind...here are a few of my stories. I'll start with the less freaky ones to the more freaky ones.

A few of my friends and I were hungry, so we decided on some pho. Now here in Fresno there are many pho restaurants. Some more popular than other. The most known one would be PHO 75. Well around the corner from PHO 75 is a small place called PHO 1. So we decided to go to PHO 1. I'm a bit of a germaphobe so I always have to wash my hands before eating. As I was in the restroom, after washing my hands and drying them, I looked into the mirror and felt my body tingle. Telling me I wasnt the only one in there. I closed my eyes, and an image of an old woman smiling burnt into my mind. I have always had this gift or curse, however you see it, so though it bothered me, I usually dont make a big deal out of it. Not saying that place is haunted, but I'm also not saying it's not.

This happened a few years ago, when I was done with the US NAVY. I went and lived with my older sister in OC. Southern Cali. Anyway the way our apartments are built, there are 2 structures. Each facing one another with a drive way in the middle. Our apartment was facing right to my parents apartment. If you got out the front of our apartment, you'd be looking at their front door. All the apartment front doors had those black metal screen doors. They would make a clinking sound if you slammed them. Anyway, most of the time we would go across to my parents for food. Hahaha. Well, one night in the fall after grabbing some food, I was about to leave my parents apartment. It was getting dark out already. As soon as I open the wooden door, through the metal screen, I saw a little boy run away from our door, make a left and head towards the little playground. Now the playground is all the way in the back of the apartments. I thought for sure it was just one of the neighborhood kids playing tag or a game. So I followed only 10 feet away, as it disappeared around a corner. When I got to the playground, I was the only one standing there. Looking at the playground.

Same apartment. A year after the boy ghost made its presence known. I was home alone. My family had gone up to Fresno for the HNY. And since I had just gotten a job, I stayed behind. After 2 night by myself in the apartment, once again that numbing feeling comes back. It tingle my whole body, and I knew it meant something was going to show itself. I stood up ready to fight whatever it was. And as I did that, from the bottom bathroom, a lady in red steps out, looks at me and heads up the stairs. But there was no footstep. I walked to the stairs to make sure I just wasn't hallucinating, and sure enough, as soon as I got to the first rung of the stairs, I see her red dress just hovering up the stairs.

Same apartment. A few months after the Lady in Red claimed her presence, I was taking a Saturday noon nap. I was comfy on my bed, when all of a sudden I hear an aunts voice yelling out for my oldest sister. That was confusing because my aunt had passed away 4 years ago, and my oldest sister lived in Sanger. 300 miles away. So half asleep, I brushed it off, but not for long. As soon as the voice stopped, I felt a hand grab my ankles. Starting to pull me off my bed. At this point I could see it was a big furry thing that had grabbed me, and this thing was taking me out of my room towards the stairs. As soon as we get to the stairs I called out to it...it looked back...but just as soon, I kick it down the stairs. And it just vaporized in thin air as soon as I kicked it.

This happened when I was about 5-6 years old. Though it was a long time ago, I remember it very fresh. It happened at a Funeral home in Fresno. One of my Grandpas or uncle had passed away, so my dad wanted to go pay respect. I wasnt a bad kid growing up so he thought if I went, there wouldn't be any problems. As soon as we got there, he sat along a row of wooden benches with some of our other uncles. We sat there with nothing going on but a funeral for about an hour and a half. But then something caught my eyes. From behind the casket of the deceased, I saw this hairy man crawl out. I was scared but didnt know what it was. It started crawling very low to the ground towards where my father and I was sitting. One arm, one leg at a time. I started crying, and my dad must have seen I was very scared of something, so right before that creature got to me, my dad picked me up and we went home.

Another one when I was 5-6. The neighborhood we lived on was supposedly haunted. The whole block they said was haunted. The house we rented out wasn't that big. Just a 2 bedroom 1 bath house. But the backyard was huge. It was atleas 1 1/2 acres. So my mom grew alot of vegetables. In the middle of the yard was a little wooden tool shed. It looked more like a big doll house to me. Anyway, one day while my mom was out there tending to her vegetables, I got hungry. I looked out to the backyard but didnt see her. I yelled out, but the reply I got was a deep low voice calling my name. I was like, WTH? But hungry as I was, I had to go look for her. I started my run into that unknown and as I got 20 feet into it, movement at the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned to look straight at it. It was the scarecrow. Its arms and legs were flailing wildly. I was mesmerized by this thing. I wonder now, if back then it was poossesed. Anyway, long story short I stood there looking at this wild scarecrow, then all of a sudden its arms just stuck out straight in front of it. I was scared as it is already when this damn thing's head fell off. I ran with the quickness inside the house. Hahhaa.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 26, 2011, 10:48:07 PM
well the knife i have too but it doesnt work as much as wearing gold and silver for me.  :)
How big is your Hmoob knife? If it's small one then yeah it won't work. Gotta have the reg. size, the one you chop up meat to cook. The bigger the knife the better to protect you.
Speaking about knife, I have just about one for all my bags. Okay I got a cat fishing tackle, Trout tackle, Hunting tackle, Big river tackle, hmong knife at home. Something about the Hmong Knife that I must have one for each stuff.
Yeah you can say it's a bit over doing, But better to have many then end up in a place and not have one.. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on May 26, 2011, 11:24:47 PM
@ dogtags3154 you encountered some freaky as stuffs...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on May 26, 2011, 11:30:35 PM
Yes I know. Thats why in one of my encounters I did write down, it still freaks me out, but I dont make a big deal out of it. I've come to understand why some people become shamans or pastors.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 27, 2011, 02:08:37 AM
@ dogtags3154 you encountered some freaky as stuffs...
I have to agree, you one sorry SOB. How ever did you become one of those jiggle bell ppl? You see i don't believe that by encountering stuff like this that you can become one. Like I mentioned in here about the 2 world sometimes crosses over and we see 'em and they see us. This sounds better if said in hmoob, eye cricket. Lol
Thus we see 'em.
Sometimes things are just the way it is.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Li Mhong on May 27, 2011, 07:56:36 AM
As I was in the restroom, after washing my hands and drying them, I looked into the mirror and felt my body tingle. Telling me I wasnt the only one in there. I closed my eyes, and an image of an old woman smiling burnt into my mind.
You reminded me of this time when I was just laying in bed (I believe it was around 1am ) I couldn't sleep for some reason, But as I closed my eyes, An image of an old lady also burnt into my mind, except the old lady I saw had her eyes closed and she was not smiling at all. It freaked me out so much that I called out to my Bro to come into my room so I could walk out and he told me I could sleep on his Bed (He stayed up until 6am).
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on May 27, 2011, 03:33:10 PM
Same house. Same haunted block. This one is not that scary, it's kind of funny, but if you really think about it, it can be freaky.

As I said before that house was only a 2 bedroom house and 1 bath. Well if you turn left from the dining area you would see an archway that leads to the hallway. Straight ahead was the bathroom. To the right of the bathroom was my room. To the left was my parents. So, that bathroom sat right in the middle of the 2 rooms.
As kids, we had a feeling that house was haunted, so everytime my parents were out, my dad working and my mom in the garden, and we had to use that bathroom to we would leave the door open. Thats the funny part. The freaky part is, when you do go use the bathroom for any reason when you face the toilet or straight ahead towards the door, you would always see from the corner of your eyes a small little black head peak out from the doorway. It never fails to show itself. Like a peeping ghost boy. I wasnt the only one whom seen this little ghost boy. Everyone kids that comes by asks me if I see it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on May 31, 2011, 08:28:57 AM
I heard some cats this morning and it sounded hella scary. It was crying then it was meowing, oh lord was i scared. I was out waiting for my bus too! Bad sign.......

when i was around 10 - 11 we went to my cousins house because something happened to one of my uncle, it goes like this. (my cousin told me just yesterday, because i still wanted to know what happened that one day with her dad, im 17 now. LOL still wanting to know what it was) It was late at night around 2 to 3 and something opened the door with its angryness well this thing was big and hairy (my cousins dad told her) it got right on top of my uncle and my uncle was fighting with it. this went on for a while and i cant believe that my aunt didnt hear this. well this thing was so agressive it was trying to kill my uncle so my uncle took out his knife under his pillow and was stabbing him. that scary thing got off of him and went straight to my baby cousins crib. now my baby cousin is crying and this scary thing is just laughing and trying to take my baby cousin, but luckily my uncle got right out of the bed and stabbed him even more. so it just vanished in thin air. the next morning my uncle was really sick that my dad had to take him to the hospital, but the doctors didnt know what was wrong, my grandpa did this shaman thing and he said that that thing took my uncles spirit away because that thing wanted to marry my uncle. yikes i was scared.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 03, 2011, 09:30:39 PM
 It's being awhile..
Okay I just found this out. This happened back in Laos.

Names has being changed.

This one hmong dude, which we will call him Zhong. He has this thingy that's being following him. Lets call his wife Mai. In those old days ppl lives in huts. I call it huts, while others may call it house. You know you live in straws and bamboo. Anyways Zhong always get sat on. Every night he would sleep with his gun in his hand, but when that FAT came and sat on him he couldn't free his arms. So he told one of his relatives about it that every night he gets sat on. So the cuz told him to sleep in the cuz place while he sleeps on Zhonge spot for the night. Just right before the cuz was about to fall asleep. That fat came and sat on him. The cuz fought that thingy and broke free from it and that thing ran out the window. The next day the cuz told Zhong about what happened to him.
There were other strange stuff but too lengthy and detailing.

So I'm gonna fast forward it here into the U.S.

Anyways when they came here and bought their first house, Mai didn't know about the hubby's thingy. So one day she had fallen asleep on her hubby's side of the bed and in her dreams: this lady came to Mai and asked where Zhong was. Mai had told that thingy that he's not here and that he went hunting. After that Mai woke up and was freaking out. So she called her hubby on the cell phone and told him to come home right away. The hubby was mad cause he was at the camping ground and it was late. So he wasn't gonna come home that night and besides it's too dangerous driving at night.

When morning came Zhong drove home and the wife told him about that lady that was looking for him. He then told Mai that it was normal, that thingy been following  him for a long time. But every time he changes his name that thingy would always find him. So he never bothered.

After reading so many of you ppl's ghost stories, My guess is that who ever that lady was. Might of been his ex wife/lover in his past life.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 05, 2011, 10:00:31 PM
Aaaaawh no more ghost stories?. Come now, I know that there are more ghost stories to share
Keep them coming. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 06, 2011, 03:48:46 AM
More stories yalls, Im going camping and rely on these stories to go tell at camp
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on June 06, 2011, 04:04:24 PM
I've forgot if I shared this one yet or not but just to add another story in here for ya' regulars.

Once upon a decade ago, a young man is on his way home from after courting with a someone in a different village not too far away (ya' know how it is back in those days). Well, it was dark already and he didn't have any torch or sort of light what so ever. As paranoid just as anybody else is during that period or era, he turbo boast his steps. They can't shoot nos yet, it'll just stink up the air back than. Half way home and he *BUMP* into something on the road and got freakout so he race all the way back and hide in someone's pig pin in his beneficial person's town. Morning cam and finally got the cowardly dog to go home. He got home and met one of his friend and told him the story of last night, and his friend said "me too", "last night I was just about to head out to go see my girl and I bump into something on the way 'cause I didn't have no fire and couldn't see . . . so I ran back home". They compare bruises and bumps on their head and it match. Not horror but a comedy horror for you guys for right now, hope ya' enjoy. Luda'! . . . I mean Havo'!.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on June 09, 2011, 12:04:04 AM
So a couple of nights ago friends and I were out eating ice cream and she shared some stories wit me....

She use to live on the other street from mines and only 3 ppl live in her house....her, her mom and her sis...so one nite she called me hella freaked out to spend the nite wit her cuz she was home alone...I asked her wat happened and she told me that here sis called her hella crying...her sis told her that she and a friend was out and on their way home...it was already dark...as they drive pass a creek both girls saw a white ghostly figure ran right into them...they went straight to the friend's house and her sis told her she was spending the nite there cus she was too scared to drive home alone...I told her if it was that serious and she was scared I would be on my way...she then call me later and told me not to come anymore bc her other friend was on her way...not too scary but makes me think twice bout drivin home alone at nite now...

She also told me this one...
She said that before one of her moved that friend would spend the nite over at her house...one random day she told my friend that every time she spent the nite there she would always see a man come out of her sister's room and use their restroom...aft er using it he would peak in her room for a bit and go back to the sister's room...keep in mind only girls live in that house and no bf was allowed...so she never fold her sis since the man came outta her room and didn't wana scare her...

Okay so does anyone knows if it's true about not having banana leafs in ur house while ur sleeping bc this friend also told me that ghost can go into it...she said that while living in that house her neighbor had these banana leaves tree and every night she got sat on so her mom climb over the fence and chopped down the tree...from that on she never got sat on again...I duno if that's true....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 11, 2011, 08:22:14 AM
WTH, her mom climed the fence to chop down the neighbor banna tree!. Did the neighbor who did it...lol
Strangely i wouldn't go and chop it down.. don't want to get shot lol..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: synchronicity on June 12, 2011, 09:04:04 PM
I don't know if you guys heard this story before but I remember it from my childhood.

There was this old Hmong couple in Laos who wanted a child very much. Whenever they go to their garden in the mountains, they would say aloud, "Oh, how we wish for a child to warm our home." One day, after they said that a lady poj txoog (sorry if i spelled it wrong) heard them. She decided to grant them their wish.

A few days later, while the couple was walking to their garden they heard a baby cry. They rushed towards the cries and found a baby boy crying by a tall old tree. They felt so blessed. They thanked heaven and took the baby home.

Ever since they brought the baby home they have been switching days so that someone is at home with the baby. So if the dad goes to the garden the mom would stay home to watch the baby. If the mom goes, the dad would stay. This went on for a couple of months. Subtly, they began to notice how tired they've become.

One day, while the dad was walking to the garden he remembered he had forgotten his shovel so he rushed back home. Because he had become so tired he didn't make any noise and plus he didn't want to wake up the mom and baby if they were still sleeping. As he got closer to the house, he began to get goosebumps. His hairs began to tingle and stood on ends. The closer the dad got to the house, he heard this suckling sound coming from inside the house. Curious, he peeked a hole into the house where the sound was the loudest. What he saw terrify him to his bones.

The mom was laying on the bed sleeping and the baby was up. But it didn't look like the baby they found. It was greenish blue with deep eye sockets. By this time the 'baby' had grown a little and it was sucking blood from the mom. He was so scared he didn't know what to do so he took the shovel and went back to the garden. As night fell, the dad walked home. Instead of tending to the garden, he had been building a bamboo cell for the baby poj txoog.

The next morning, he pulled the woman to the side and whisper to her of what he saw. At first she didn't want to believe him but as the day progressed she also began to noticed the little things her husband had been telling her. Although she didn't exactly see the greenish blue hue of the baby she realized that the baby they found really was a poj txoog's baby. Its eyes kept following them wherever they went. It didn't look no where else.

The couple didn't wait til night fall. They rushed the baby and bamboo cell into the mountains and set the bamboo cell on fire with the baby inside it. As the baby started to scream the couple heard horrific screams from all around them. It was so inhuman that they rushed home and never looked back. They also never wished for a child again.

qaib dib just came out with a new Hmong movie with this storyline.  it had some stupid twist to it.  it is called txiv mi tub, has 3 discs. not worth your $$
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on June 13, 2011, 01:45:41 PM
@ saki saki wth was my thought at that time...she said the neighbor knew but they didn't say anything so I guess it's all good...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on June 13, 2011, 01:53:15 PM
Two weeks ago we had a relative that had a heart attack and passed away.  Well the reason she had a heart attack was that her husband kept sending money to his girlfriend in Lao or was it Thailand.  Anywho, it caused her so much pain that she could not stop her husband from cheating and stealing her hard work earned money to that girlfriend over there.  
She was so in pain that one day about two or three weeks ago, she went to work and had a heart attack that killed her instantly.

Two weekends ago was her funeral and my mom and sister told me that during the second day of her funeral; something grabbed those paper money that was staple or tape above from the casket and the whole thing fell down.  It could not be someone (human) that can do that b/c you would have to stand on a ladder and pull it down.  The older brother of the husband was picking it up and suddenly he felt like something slapped his butt.  He turned around and no one was near him therefore he got frighten and went to the kitchen where everyone was at and told them of what happened.

Everyone is sure that it must’ve been her spirit that did that b/c she was not happy at how her husband treated her and was killed due to his cheating ways.

Just thought I share it here since it was the talk of the day when I went back home for my mom’s ua neeb this past weekend.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on June 14, 2011, 12:56:50 PM
My brother and sis n law was that a funeral for my sis n law's dad. They were taking picture just to keep for memory and caught something unexplainable on camera. My brother say it was a freaky looking picture so he deleted it. Later that night everyone stayed over night for the bowing ceremony thing and out of no where something or someone hit the drum, when everyone turn around to look who or what did that there was nothing there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 15, 2011, 01:00:20 AM
More stories yalls, Im going camping and rely on these stories to go tell at camp
I just remembered this one, I wrote so much that I don't know if I told this one.
So it was a couple of years ago. My BIL invited me and my wife to join them for camping, just like every year. but that year I couldn't make it. Anyways he told me that;
on the third night. They decided to tell ghost stories, around the camp fire. He don't know how they ended up telling stories. It was getting very late and ppl were tired and retreated  into their own tent.

There is this one family that always come camping with us but always sleeps in his Toyota van. Anywho, that night my BIL's parents went to sleep and during the night
his mom heard some little kids walking back and forth around their tent... laughing and giggly around. So his mom opened the tent  but she saw no one. Then she tried to sleep but she couldn't. She kept on hearing voices. And ppl walking around in the night. She thought that it was her sons or other ppl. So she yelled at what ever was making noises to go to sleep. Later their tent was hit by something, like a hand smacking the outer layer. "spooky".

Back to the guy that sleeps in his car. The next day he told them that he saw what was like a person was walking back and forth around the camp site looking for something. But he knew that everyone went to their tents and called it for the night.

Long story short. don't go telling ghost stories while you're camping. you might just get a unwelcome visit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 15, 2011, 02:40:50 AM
Alright, Now stories are coming flooding in my mind.
This is about my brother.
He went camping with his buddies and their parents. Some where up North.
Anyways they all got their tents and stuff set up. It wasn't even dark when this happened.  And while they were chilling one of their tents started to move like some one was hitting it. they all was looking at that tent and was like WTF. Even the parents saw that, and no one was even near that tent. So my brother had to share their tents with the other buddy, his friend never slept in there thought out the whole camping trip. The only thing that, that tent was use was to put food in there and zip it from the coons.
Every night they all would hear someone opening the coolers and closing the covers. But the tent was zip so how can a coon get in there..
After the camping trip and they were getting ready to com home. My brother's buddies took their tent that was set- up and never slept in. They threw it into the fire. I mean the whole tent lol.

So pure noob
I hope that your camping trip goes well. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 15, 2011, 02:57:00 AM
last one for the night.
It's a short one. My cousin told  this to me a very long time ago and the details might not all be there. Back my old plaza hood. To those that knew that place, if you remember that there use to be a little play between the two coulombs houses, right in front of the parking lot.There was this area with a rubber tire tie to a pole, And ways there was these two lovers that lives in that area. So one night they plan to meet up by the swing and chill out. So that night the BF came out to that area, but his GF never came. So as he was waiting for his GF. Later he saw what he thought was his GF walking towards him. When she got closer, she looked just like her. And when she got closer to him, he could see that it wasn't his GF but her face was rotten. So he ran home and called his GF and asked if she came out side. She told him that she forgot that they were to meet at that place..
Lesson taught was never speak out loud out side as to what your plans are. Something might over hear you and come as it's place to meet you. lOL
Yikes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Li Mhong on June 16, 2011, 12:28:03 PM
I just remembered this one, I wrote so much that I don't know if I told this one.
So it was a couple of years ago. My BIL invited me and my wife to join them for camping, just like every year. but that year I couldn't make it. Anyways he told me that;
on the third night. They decided to tell ghost stories, around the camp fire. He don't know how they ended up telling stories. It was getting very late and ppl were tired and retreated  into their own tent.

There is this one family that always come camping with us but always sleeps in his Toyota van. Anywho, that night my BIL's parents went to sleep and during the night
his mom heard some little kids walking back and forth around their tent... laughing and giggly around. So his mom opened the tent  but she saw no one. Then she tried to sleep but she couldn't. She kept on hearing voices. And ppl walking around in the night. She thought that it was her sons or other ppl. So she yelled at what ever was making noises to go to sleep. Later their tent was hit by something, like a hand smacking the outer layer. "spooky".

Back to the guy that sleeps in his car. The next day he told them that he saw what was like a person was walking back and forth around the camp site looking for something. But he knew that everyone went to their tents and called it for the night.

Long story short. don't go telling ghost stories while you're camping. you might just get a unwelcome visit.


That's true. Back in California in the early '80s, my uncle was telling ghost stories to some little cousins outside his front porch just to get 'em a scare so they'll stay still. It was around almost dark, while he was telling a story about those little hairy creature that wear Hmong clothes, one of the younger kid interrupted and asked him "how do they looked like again?" and my uncle still trying to spook 'em said it cocky "they have long hair, their eyes is vertical, not horizontal like ours', and their fingers curve and their feet is twisted" and then to finish it off he said "and they have very long and sharp scary teeth" just as he finish saying that, the little kid point to a bush at the corner of his front porch and said "like that one, right there" everybody looked over at the direction and the bush was shaking violently, everybody ran inside the house. After that he always advice to be careful, that they can hear us and we can't see 'em but they're there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on June 16, 2011, 01:44:43 PM
Talking about camping, I remember one time when my cousin and his family went camping. In the middle of the night, the wife had a dream that a family came and told her to get up and leave because they slept in that family's place. They moved the tent the next night to a different area.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 16, 2011, 02:59:33 PM
Thanks saki, like 90% of my camping stories are from yours lol. And I'm sure gonna have a blast sharing them at night
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chummy on June 16, 2011, 03:47:00 PM
my bf's dad was telling us about 'mog' and he described what it looked like. it was some scary stuff when you imagine it in your head. it's tall and its legs have no knee caps so its legs don't bend. picture a tall scary lookin ass running with it's legs straight but slanted!!!! his brother kept imitating it last night. not funny. so when they capture you, they'll be laughing and grab you by the wrist. it'll run and stab you in the side and drain out your blood. how to protect yourself is when you are out in the forests or whatever in laos/thailand, you always wear a glove made of bamboo. if you are wearing one and it grabs you, you can slip your hand out of the glove and it'll think it's still captured you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chummy on June 16, 2011, 03:52:04 PM
oh and with camping or anything!!!! before eating your meal, you have to scoop some food onto a spoon and wish the spirits well and etc etc telling them you're about to have your meal, you're not there to bother anyone etc etc and then toss the food aside for them to eat. by doing so, they won't bother you for food. my bf's mom told us of a 2 couples driving back to wi from mn and stopped at a rest area (not sure which one) to eat the food that was packed for them. they ate for a few minutes when one wife asked her hub if he did what i said above and he said no he forgot but it should be ok. they finished eating and drove off. they ended up close to mn again without realizing it. now... rest stops are only one ways... not sure if they just  :idiot2: or if that was the outcome...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ph D wanna Be on June 16, 2011, 04:16:26 PM
Thanks saki, like 90% of my camping stories are from yours lol. And I'm sure gonna have a blast sharing them at night
Where u go camping? I'm head up north and i won't be telling no ghost stories. Lol. I don't wanna have an un invited guest.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 16, 2011, 04:46:01 PM
Pure Noob
Mighty thoughtful of you. Hope you have fun telling your buddies about  my encounters. Tell us if you have any encounters after your camping trip.
We need more ghost stories in here. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 16, 2011, 05:26:00 PM
Pure Noob
Mighty thoughtful of you. Hope you have fun telling your buddies about  my encounters. Tell us if you have any encounters after your camping trip.
We need more ghost stories in here. LOL

@ PhDwannabe, Im going to North Fork over here in CA. yea it's the place where that picture of the Ghost in forest is being Text among the Hmong folks.

@ Saki, yea i'll sure share my experiences if i encounter any lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 16, 2011, 11:08:40 PM
@ PhDwannabe, Im going to North Fork over here in CA. yea it's the place where that picture of the Ghost in forest is being Text among the Hmong folks.

@ Saki, yea i'll sure share my experiences if i encounter any lol

Pix, what pix and what's being text among the folks?
Send the link in here, I wanna see that what ever you ppl are texting about. Is it in U tube?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 16, 2011, 11:20:03 PM
Alright,
Hope I didn't post this one yet.
My mom use to tell me stories about them white thingy back in Laos. They use to have chicken and every morning some chickens would be walking kinda flatty. You know like some thing sat on the chicken all night. And many ppl would see chicken eggs like all stack up with bamboo in a neatly order, and a lot of them ppl did not know as to why their chicken eggs are over there so they would go and pick it up.

But little did they know that it was a trap. Set up by them thingy. And a lot of them fell victim to the set up and died or had to do the jingle bells. So every time my mom and her families would hear their chicken rustling in their coop. They knew that those thingy are in there riding their chickens and stealing the eggs.
Not a long story but I don't remember all the details. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 18, 2011, 05:45:05 PM
Pix, what pix and what's being text among the folks?
Send the link in here, I wanna see that what ever you ppl are texting about. Is it in U tube?

The text shows these 2 Hmong couple in the forest and from what I heard, there's a shoots girl behind them. I've never seen it myself since I don't have a cell but let me ask my Sid and if she still has it, I'll pm you and text it to ya. Yea it was take north fork
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 19, 2011, 02:58:56 AM
Pure noob
Please do.. and if you can post it up in here, i bet some of these ppl wanna see that pix too. I myself am a chicken when it comes to having ghost on photo(s).
One time my brother that has these weird stuff that he sees when he goes fishing with his buddies. Anyways his buddy sent him a photo on his facebook. It was his buddy holding a lunker, and in the back groung- there was this white figure
Poseing behind him, they didnt notices till they down loaded on the computer. Any ways when i saw that photo i was loke shyt, that ain't true. It's just some meeka that happened to stand up behind the tall grass. I told him naah that fake and
Crap ič falling asleep here.
Write back later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on June 20, 2011, 09:45:08 AM
you guys talking about this pix?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mm7u4K16KRY (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mm7u4K16KRY)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: morninglory on June 20, 2011, 01:46:19 PM
that picture is freaky...but it could be photoshopped too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on June 20, 2011, 02:11:24 PM
actually the photo you guys are talking about is true. they happen to be some friend of a friend. when the photo was circulate around, one of my friend and her sis uploaded the photo onto their comp and zoomed in. the girl is said to be from the early 1800's or some thing like that. The people in the photo went camping and took some picture, the next day when they look thru the photo from the night before they saw what was in the picture with them and show to everyone. They all got scared and took off home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on June 20, 2011, 02:17:20 PM
heard the photo was a fake .. know who that guy is .. hes a Thao from Clovis .. johnny thao ..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on June 20, 2011, 07:41:08 PM
Once in Thailand, around the time my mom had my 2nd oldest brother, my grandpa went hunting. All day long my grandma would pace around the house worrying about his safety. Finally when it got dark, she went outside to see if he came home.

As you all know, Hmong villages have surrounding mountains. So my grandma would look at the direction my grandpa went towards and sign to herself. A few minutes later she saw a light, like a torch, moving back in forth in the direction where she was looking at.

My grandma thought that it was probably my grandpa looking for his way home so she started running towards the torch. Luckily one of my cousin, who was spending the night, caught my grandma in time and pulled her inside the house. She said that it could not be my grandpa and for my grandma to wait til morning.

During the night someone or something crept up to the house and was scratching among the walls. Because the noise was so disturbing the adults couldn't go to sleep that night. It went on for hours until the sunrise. Afterward, when my mom went outside she could smell decaying flesh all around their house. There were literally maggots crawling all around the house.

Later that day my grandpa came home. When my grandma asked if he had lit a torch the night before he replied that he hadn't. He explained to my grandma that he didn't want to draw attention to himself. Then he asked her why she was asking and she told him it was nothing. After this incident, my grandma never waited for him outside anymore when he goes hunting.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 21, 2011, 10:14:16 AM
heard the photo was a fake .. know who that guy is .. hes a Thao from Clovis .. johnny thao ..
Yeah I think that it was photo shopped. I could barely make out what it is.  I had to go to youtube and zoom in, on what I was looking at. Looks like a smudge from the light. But then again I want to believe that it is true.

Pure noob
Is this the photo you was talking about ?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 22, 2011, 11:47:07 PM
This ones not scary but I'll let you be the judge of that. Gonna be a bit long, but it's being a while since we all read one.
This happened in Frog Town, St. Paul. Not gonna tell the house number but it's by that saint anal church area, if you ppl are from that area. Then you should know what I'm saying.
This is my BIL's house, back when he was still living there, he used to sleep down the basement. Even before I knew that his house was hunted I never dared go down there. I have this vibe that his basements not norm. So he goes and tell me that on some nights he would hear like ppl talking in his room. And one time he was chilling in his room and he heard a loud bang like someone smash on a piece of metal. He went to look but he saw nothing, other times he'll see shadow walking pass his room.

He never thought much of it, til his older bro got marry. He had to move out of the basement so his bro and SIL could have room. He told me that one night his bro was having trouble sleeping and he woke up and saw a little white figure sitting on top of his wife looking at her. Then the little figure turned and looked at him and jumped off the bed. He thought that he was dreaming. So that morning he packed all his and his wife's stuff and moved out. Even till now his wife never knew as to what happen that night/ day.

This one happened later, later. before he became my BIL he was watching T.V in the living room, and from his left eye corner he thought he saw a face peeping out to look at him from the stairs. He turn to look but saw nothing. So he turn back to the TV. again he saw the same thing. And he turn to see nothing.  His hairs were standing up, and to go to his room he had to go that way cause his room was up stairs. So he turned the TV off and ran up to his room. That night  he couldn't sleep and all a sudden he felt his cover being pull and he could see a dark figure at the end of his bed. He grabbed his cover and pulled it back. it went on for a while. Then he saw a light turn on in the hall way and he knew that it was his mom going to the rest room. cause he could hear her. So he jumped out of the bed and ran out his room. He made his mom jump. his mom ask what is it? and say you look like you've seen a ghost? didn't you. And he said yeah. His mom told him that it's nothing to be scare of.
A couple of years went by and they sold their house, that was wen he told me that the house was hunted. He goes and tell me that when they sold the house, his OG told him that the house that they live had ghost cause on the house deed the rec. states that there were 7 deaths in there. I told him NO FKING way. And why his OG bought it if they knew that. Cause I wouldn't. He said " it was cheap".

So if you are the hmong ppl who now lives in there, just let you know.



Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on June 23, 2011, 11:41:12 AM
Me and my husband are going camping and I like a lot of the stories, you guys should tell more. haha I wanna share these stories if you guys don't mind. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 23, 2011, 12:27:01 PM
Yeah I think that it was photo shopped. I could barely make out what it is.  I had to go to youtube and zoom in, on what I was looking at. Looks like a smudge from the light. But then again I want to believe that it is true.

Pure noob
Is this the photo you was talking about ?

Yes that is one of the picture, my sister said she have also seen another one.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on June 23, 2011, 02:29:11 PM
pure noob, that pic is fake
i have the app to do that on my iphone
thought it was real until i found the app that could do that

anyways what part of north fork are you going too?

if you can you should try going a little higher up towards mammoth pool area, out of the city atmosphere and those campsites are all located by a creek which all creeks should have good running water right now

i cant wait for deer season to start, another month and a half for archery then squirrel second week of september then rifle for deer the third week

super excited, with all this rain and greens for the deer, there's gonna be some nice big bucks this season O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on June 23, 2011, 02:29:50 PM
oh and we dont tell ghost stories when we do hunt and camp
**thats just askin for trouble**
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 24, 2011, 12:34:36 AM
pure noob, that pic is fake
i have the app to do that on my iphone
thought it was real until i found the app that could do that

anyways what part of north fork are you going too?

if you can you should try going a little higher up towards mammoth pool area, out of the city atmosphere and those campsites are all located by a creek which all creeks should have good running water right now

i cant wait for deer season to start, another month and a half for archery then squirrel second week of september then rifle for deer the third week

super excited, with all this rain and greens for the deer, there's gonna be some nice big bucks this season O0

DRTYLUVN...... actually we are going to Mammoth pool area, camping right by the creek. I like to refer to north fork instead since that's what a lot of hmong folks go by. The water is high this year though, to high. We went campsite hunting last week and caught only a 2-3 trout the whole day. But camping itself should be a blast. If anyone else goes to the same area, be careful though because our car got broken into last year.......yes someone fckin threw a rock into our van window while we were all swimming and took my sister's and sil's purse and cards, everything. so always have your car in view
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 24, 2011, 12:35:51 AM
oh and we dont tell ghost stories when we do hunt and camp
**thats just askin for trouble**

We do quite the opposite and love telling ghost stories at Camp. Nothing ever happens except for some super fun scary time
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 24, 2011, 02:46:41 AM
We do quite the opposite and love telling ghost stories at Camp. Nothing ever happens except for some super fun scary time
I ran into too many of those freaky stuff. So when I'm out with them OG's for deer opening and they go and tell them ghost stuff. I get scare cause it takes me about an hour to get to my spot and the path that I take has all these tall ass grass and twigs. Dam
They go and tell them big foot back in Laos. And how if they ran into them and those things has no knees but can run faster then you. The only way to run faster then them is to run zig zag. And how they was being chase by one of them back then.
So I don't talk about ghost or wanting to see one. When I'm out there in the woods.

Pure noob
I give you kudos for being brave. As I'm a chicken now. A bit over weight. lol I can't run like I use to.LOL So if I was being chase.. I guess I'll stand my ground LOL.

Not, I'll prob. out run all you guys if we all went camping and we all see one of those thingy. You'll prob.  be like hey where is saki saki. Oh shyt he's at the car already. When did he run off? LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on June 24, 2011, 02:44:07 PM
DRTYLUVN......actually we are going to Mammoth pool area, camping right by the creek. I like to refer to north fork instead since that's what a lot of hmong folks go by. The water is high this year though, to high. We went campsite hunting last week and caught only a 2-3 trout the whole day. But camping itself should be a blast. If anyone else goes to the same area, be careful though because our car got broken into last year.......yes someone fckin threw a rock into our van window while we were all swimming and took my sister's and sil's purse and cards, everything. so always have your car in view
PM me if you see alot deer in the mammoth pool area, thats my deer hunting area
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on June 24, 2011, 08:01:15 PM
which part of Mammoth Pool ? came back camping at Lower Chiquitoes a couple of weeks ago .. 4 seasons within 3 days 2 nights .. first day rain , next day hail n after hailing came snow than sun ... saw a couple of wild pigs during the night but too many campers around us ..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 25, 2011, 07:42:38 PM
which part of Mammoth Pool ? came back camping at Lower Chiquitoes a couple of weeks ago .. 4 seasons within 3 days 2 nights .. first day rain , next day hail n after hailing came snow than sun ... saw a couple of wild pigs during the night but too many campers around us ..

You went to lower chiquito? We went camp site hunting there and saw nothin but red necks looking at us like we stepped on they properry or something. We also went to check out jackass camp, regular chiquito creek......we're pretty undecided since the fishing sucks due to the abnormal high waters. Got any suggestions?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on June 25, 2011, 07:48:41 PM
if i were you guys/gals .. dont camp anywhere near there .. go somewhere secluded .. over there everyone have to shut up at 10pm .. go to northfork .. find yourself a camp site there .. i know a good place but havent been there in a long while .. its also kinda spooky where we camped at in northfork .. long story ..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on June 26, 2011, 08:43:56 PM
if i were you guys/gals .. dont camp anywhere near there .. go somewhere secluded .. over there everyone have to shut up at 10pm .. go to northfork .. find yourself a camp site there .. i know a good place but havent been there in a long while .. its also kinda spooky where we camped at in northfork .. long story ..

Please share your north fork spots cus I'm really looking for a camping place
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on June 27, 2011, 03:43:46 PM
which part of Mammoth Pool ? came back camping at Lower Chiquitoes a couple of weeks ago .. 4 seasons within 3 days 2 nights .. first day rain , next day hail n after hailing came snow than sun ... saw a couple of wild pigs during the night but too many campers around us ..
wild pigs???? forreals!! i never seen or heard of any in that area
4 seasons weather is pretty bad, just dont kno what to expect

Please share your north fork spots cus I'm really looking for a camping place
jackass is a good place to go, your rite about the fishing tho
best places to camp are the places you make, designated camps are always loud, noisy, and overflowed with people
we hmongs do it best when we come to a small clearing and just stop to setup, usually there is no-one around except other fellow hmongs doin the same thing you are
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on June 28, 2011, 10:04:15 AM
I JUST HEARD THIS STORY OVER THE WEEKEND FROM A FRIENDS MOM WHICH IS ALSO MY AUNTY

ONE LATE NIGHT MY AUNTY RECEIVED A PHONE CALL FROM A WOMAN. THE WOMAN ASK MY AUNTY TO MEET HER AT THE HOTEL/MOTEL BECAUSE HER FOOT HURT AND WANT MY AUNTY TO GO MASSAGE HER FEET. SHE ASK THE WOMAN WHAT WAS HER NAME AND THE WOMAN GIVE HER NAME. MY AUNT IS A SHAWOMAN SO HER SPIRITUAL GUIDANCE ALREADY GIVE HER A CLUE THAT, THAT PERSON IS NOT ALIVE. SHE CURSED AT THE GHOST WOMAN THAT IF YOU DONT STOP BUGGING ME I WILL COME THERE AND ASK THUNDER TO STRIKE YOU TO DEATH. THE GHOST WOMAN GOT SCARED AND CANT SAY A WORD ANYMORE SO SHE START TO MUMBLE WORDS THAT ARE NOT WORDS FROM THIS WORLD.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ph D wanna Be on June 28, 2011, 10:13:11 AM
I JUST HEARD THIS STORY OVER THE WEEKEND FROM A FRIENDS MOM WHICH IS ALSO MY AUNTY

ONE LATE NIGHT MY AUNTY RECEIVED A PHONE CALL FROM A WOMAN. THE WOMAN ASK MY AUNTY TO MEET HER AT THE HOTEL/MOTEL BECAUSE HER FOOT HURT AND WANT MY AUNTY TO GO MASSAGE HER FEET. SHE ASK THE WOMAN WHAT WAS HER NAME AND THE WOMAN GIVE HER NAME. MY AUNT IS A SHAWOMAN SO HER SPIRITUAL GUIDANCE ALREADY GIVE HER A CLUE THAT, THAT PERSON IS NOT ALIVE. SHE CURSED AT THE GHOST WOMAN THAT IF YOU DONT STOP BUGGING ME I WILL COME THERE AND ASK THUNDER TO STRIKE YOU TO DEATH. THE GHOST WOMAN GOT SCARED AND CANT SAY A WORD ANYMORE SO SHE START TO MUMBLE WORDS THAT ARE NOT WORDS FROM THIS WORLD.
It's the word that the dead uses. If you ever listen to how OG's talks when they are at the place where we put the dead. Those word are the true old hmong lingo. It's too deep for you and I to understand. Thous when we heard it we're like WTF did he just says?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: TamTSEEB! on June 29, 2011, 01:10:58 PM
 :D ;D :D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on July 02, 2011, 09:21:50 PM
One of my uncle pass away a long time ago in a car accident. On the night he die, my grandma got a call and could not make out what the other person was saying. She said it sounded like a lot of loud statics and weird mumbling so she hung up. It call a second time and the same thing happen. Morning came and she got a call from a cousin about the news. Than a shaman dude from out of state that is not even related to us call my grandma and asked if she's related to my uncle, she said yes. He told her that he had a dream from the night before about my uncle, he came to the shaman and asked him to help him because he's lost and he's been trying to reach my grandma but my grandma kept hanging up on him so he wanted the shaman to contact my grandma. And that's how that shaman dude got my grandma's number.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mofo559 on July 05, 2011, 12:49:07 AM
Ohhhhhh my gosh! (: Great stories! :DD <3 finished almost all, ive been lacking because im still recovering from being PARANOID by all these & family experiences. anyways! :D


So, it was like...June 16? I forgot. My brother(unmarried) and my sister in law had their graduation. or..whatever, you know what I mean x) and then, it was about 1 week after, Oh! & we live in a big..ish house with like..two big ass living room, my SIL, my brother(married) & my niece slept in the bedroom farthest from  the second living room, & one night, (i was knocked out) & my family was chilling hella late up in the second living room eating and laughing, having a good time, then, they said they saw m SIL's graduation balloons floating; turning the hallway & towards their way. My grandma was scared off her tiits, LMAO! but my stepmom just took the balloons & put 'em back. & no. the windows, nothing was open. no air. blahblah. cos we live in a richish hood, with..bulldogs . Lmao. weird x) but yepppp.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mofo559 on July 05, 2011, 12:53:56 AM
Another oneeeee was when, we lived in out old apartments, & it would be comfortable on rainy & sunny days, but as soon as it gets dark, boy oh boy! its creepy As FUUUCK! D:<  haha. but yeahh..

so, there was this old Hmong lady, & she was a mean one -__- sad to say, not mean, but, you know how those OG's are. anyways, i guess, this one time she was walking inbetween some intersections of the apartments & she saw a little girl playing with the waterhose, & she was like...MES NYUAM NTXHAIS, KOJ TSIS TXOB (touch water) nas! & the little girl turned around, & BAM!!! her eyes were red & evil -__- yeah..im a bad explainer. but yep, & then the lady just jetted off.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mofo559 on July 05, 2011, 01:02:39 AM
So like...My grandma's beeeen sick for the past 8 years -_____- & about two years ago, my dad took her to go see this Laos shaman that works it with cards, (Awesomeee, but...creepy) & it really works, but it was for 2000$ , so. iono if they did it or not? but they went to this Hmong lady, & she said that my grandma talks too much negative things about my Grandpa & (my grandpa's been dead for 60 years now...) & anyways. my grandma got sicker this year, so we decided to jingle bell for her. I was in my parent's bedroom & when you turn the left of my parent's bedroom exit door, then its the living room but anyways. i left the door open, my brother was in the hallway..sitti ng? haha, & i went in the bathroom (master room) & i walked out & my brother came rushing in the bathroom ,& came out..i was like..okay?! & then, we stood in my parent's room & he was like...I just saw mom's bed sheet move, & something black came out from under the bed. i was like..okay? you thinking too much...& then the door flew shut & the room got cold as duck, we told my parents to jingle for us too-__- lol. jk but yea,, they were like..OH ITS NOTHING.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gutts on July 05, 2011, 07:20:23 AM
Why is it that Hmoob people have the most ghost stories? lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mofo559 on July 05, 2011, 08:38:00 PM
So, I have this friend that's been experiencing alot of paranormal activities ever since she was 2.

Her family moved in to this house, with benches & bushes everywhere..sc ary. but anyways, she was waiting at the doorstep, & she said, this little girl & her were conversating. after that her grandma came & took her into the house. she told her parents she liked the house & so they moved in & i guess..she kept playing with the ghost n her family was scared & etc, so they decided to ask the land owner about the house. & they said that it used to be a farm, & the little girl fell down a well. then that night she had a dream about the little girl. the little girl came bakc & told her that it was her time to go,& she didnt wanna wait for her dad to get her anymore. and so yeah.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on July 08, 2011, 03:08:34 PM
Gutts

LOL because this is a hmong site, and if there was or is a ghost story website for other race, they would have a lot of scary encounters that happens to them too or about other people. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on July 09, 2011, 01:22:02 AM
damn mofo559 i was so f'ing annoyed by ur stories i totally forgot that this is the scary thread... :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mofo559 on July 09, 2011, 10:45:16 PM
damn mofo559 i was so f'ing annoyed by ur stories i totally forgot that this is the scary thread... :2funny:
:2funny: im sorry  :(.... ;D no-__-
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on July 14, 2011, 11:29:49 AM
I just heard this yesterday from my dad. If you guys read my story I posted before, I have a sister that pasted away back in thailand. Well before my dad and them do the soul release (tso plig) he say that the kids in the house will tell my parents that they see a girl that comes around the house with rag on. My dad ask that if the girl that come around is my deceased sister then for her to show some kind of sign. A couple of week later, everyone was in the car getting ready to head out to school and my younger brother forgot his books so he came back in the house for them. When he turn around the corner he bump into a girl but he was so in a rush that he just say sorry and run into his room and grab his books. After coming out to the car, my dad ask everyone are you guys ready. My brother told my dad hold on dad, someone is still in the house (one of the sister). When my dad turn around, everyone was already in the car waiting. Thats when my brother realized, its not any of us girl. lol. He got scared and told my dad that he bump into someone on the way back into his room. Thats when my dad realize that its probably my deceased sister showing a sign. A few week later, he ask for another sign just to make sure, that is what happen in my previous story about the mouse incident.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on July 14, 2011, 11:43:20 AM
This happen in our old duplex before we move to the current place now.
For some reason, the family keep on experince paranormal activity. My brother will get attack at night, like get drag down the bed or get things thrown at them. So one night my dad went out hunting and so I had my ex and his uncle (his uncle is young and he is also a friend of mine) came over to spend the night. The uncle have 6th sense. He can see dead people and talk to them. He told me before, that when he first experince the vision, he would be hella scare cus he see bunch of dead people around that no one sees. So anyways, we were up all night chating away and chiling in the living room till morning. When my mom woke up in the morning he ask her, do u have a deceased biological daughter. My mom say no, and he was like oh cus yesterday night I saw a little girl in white peeking at us from the hall way. That scare the crap out of everyone. He say that the girl seems to be looking for her mom, she doesnt look like hmong but is an asain girl. Then my mom have him do some kinda of ritual stuff to tell her that she got the wrong person and send her away to go seek for her mom else where. The whole time the family were experince those paranomal activity was because she thought that we took her mom from her and were angry at us.
Funny moment while all that happen: We were so scare to sleep at night in different room so the whole family gather into one room and take turn guarding. We have two person stay up at a time just incase something happen. Oh, and we also left the lights on all night. lol.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on July 14, 2011, 11:56:09 AM
I had a co-worker who use to be monk (he is combodain). He told me that one time he went to go visit his grandma in the hospital. When he left, there was other patient behind him so he held the door for them. When he got to the car, he open the passenger door to get his stuff and put it in the trunk. While putting his stuff in the trunk he didnt close the passenger door and left it open till he was done putting his stuff away. When got home he felt that there was someone following him, but being young and careless he just walk right in the house and straight to his room. When he got in the room for a while, he saw a shadown from the corner of his eye. He did his chanting thing that the monk do and when he open his eye he saw an old man sitting on the bed looking at him. The old mans face was half missing from the top right corner. He goes back into chanting and while doing so, he also talk with the old man. He ask why did the old man follow him and what does he want. The old man told him, "son, at the hospital I was waiting for a family member to come pick me up. I saw you opening the door for me and also when we got to the car, you had the car door open for me. I thought you was here to pick me up and take me home." My co-worker told the old man, sorry sir. This is a mis-understanding. I am there to visit my grandma in the hospital. The old man refuse to leave my co-workers place so he have to call all his uncle (which they are also monks) and do a ritual to send the old man back to where he came from.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on July 14, 2011, 12:03:31 PM
A little break from ghost story, I know its the wrong thread but it will get your mind off of ghost story for a while.


Why is that there is no chicken or watermelon in Africa?


Because african eats all of them..... they love chicken and watermelon  :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:



if there is a blonde, brown and red head girl in 5th grade, who got the biggiest boobs?

of course its the blonde. She is 18 year old.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on July 14, 2011, 12:15:49 PM
^ shit that hospital story is scary, I've heard a similar one

This girl went to visit her sick dad in the hospital at night. when she came out of the hospital she saw her dad walking in the parking lot. She thought it was weird so she chased him but she lost sight of him. When she came home, she gotta phone call that her dad passed away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on July 14, 2011, 12:44:14 PM
I use to work in a fast food restaurant with alot of other hmong people. We always joke around and play prank on each other. So one day someone made up a story that there was a little girl in the freezer by the back corner. Everyone there got so scare that no one wants to go get stuff from the freezer when needed. Then some times went by and we have a new co-worker (the same one from my previous story... the combodain guy). If there is ever anything needed from the freezer there would be a couple of people go in at the same time. My co-worker ask why is that there are always two people going in the freezer to grab something that one person can do. I told him of the story that goes around the people in that shift. He then turn to me and say "really, so i'm not the only one who sees her". I was like wtf... are you serious, The whole time it was suppose to be a prank/joke only. Then he told me the story of the little girl in the freezer. The girl got hit at the corner of the street around our restaurant while crossing the road, long time ago. She dont know where to go so she comes and stay in the freezer. That scared the crap out of me. But i dont let that bother me and eventually it went away until now. I forgot to tell my friends about the story while they are working there too. hahahahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JaS on July 16, 2011, 01:36:37 PM
My cousin work graveyard shift at one of the many Motel 6 for the past 12yrs and never experience anything before but recently she be seeing shadow and one time during her break as she was peeking thru the window to check on her car she saw a man w/white tshirt and blue jean leaning against the door to one of the room w/no head scary!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sunkissed0089 on July 17, 2011, 11:40:37 AM
Great stories!  I've finished reading all of them and I must say that some of them gave me the jeebies for days.  I literally slept with my lights on!  I would like to contribute my share to this thread.  To protect identity, the names of the people have been changed.

This story is about my younger sister May when she was still in high school or was it late middle school.  LOL, either way.  My family and I live in the boonies of NC.  We live down a long forest road going uphill; it's a good 2-3 minute walk to get up to the main road.  Thus, the school bus picksus up at the main road around 6:45-6:50 AM (before the sun is out).  Our house is uphill of my cousin's house so we walk past my cousin's house to get to the forest road.  One morning, while my sister was walking to the bus stop, she saw a shadow at the foot of the stairs of my cousin's house.  She thought it was my cousin who usually walks with her to wait for the bus, but that shadow didn't move when it saw her.  She thought that maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her so she kept walking.

The next day, while walking pass my cousin's house, she thought about the shadow and turned to see if it was there.  Nothing was there.  When she walked past the house, she heard 3 voices call her name in unison.  One of the voices sounded like the cousin, so she turned around.  Nothing was there.  The hair on her arms stood up and she felt goosebumps throughout her body.   Trying to convince herself that she's hearing things, she kept walking. 

Halfway up the road, she started hearing footsteps behind her.  She turned around hoping that it was our cousin.  But instead, she saw the shadow from yesterday.  The shadow had long flowing hair and it was walking slowly behind her.  She was terrified and walked as fast as she could until she reached the main road.  She took a few deep breaths.  "I'm seeing things", she repeated to herself.  She slowly turned around and the shadow was still there.  This time, walking up faster and closer to her.  To her luck, my cousin was at the bottom of the hill walking up.  She said that the instant the shadow saw my cousin, it ran and jumped straight into the forest.  That was the last time she saw that thing.

She was in tears when she told me her encounter that night.  I remember the goosebumps that went through my body.  To this day we still don't know what that thing was.  But now that I think about it, my other younger sister Lia has had strange paranormal activities that happen to her and she's seen things that looked like the shadow with long hair May described.  I would not be surprised if it was the same "ghost".
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sunkissed0089 on July 17, 2011, 04:02:36 PM
Another story.  This one is about my other sister Lia...and me.

About a year and a half ago, I was still living in a one bedroom apartment.  Lia started college and came to live with me.  Since we couldn't afford to move out to a 2 bedroom at the time, we shared my small room and we had 2 beds in it.  My bed is at the farthest left, hers is at the farthest right.  In between us is a window. 

One morning in early October, it was around 6 AM, Lia woke me up.  I got up and asked her what's wrong.  She looked terrified and told me to turn on the lights, so I did.  She told me that when she awoke a few minutes ago she tried to fall back asleep so she turned her body towards me (notice:my back was facing her), she tilted her head to the window and closed her eyes.  Then all of a sudden she couldn't move.  She struggled to open her eyes and when she got them opened she saw a lady in white with long white hair and glowing eyes near the foot of my bed (where my feet were positioned).  When the lady saw my sister looking at her, she got in a crouch like position.  With her long fingers in a claw-like position at the front of her chest, she came towards Lia.  Lia panicked and immediately closed her eyes.  When she opened them again, the lady was gone and her head was still tilted towards the window instead of at the foot of my bed. 

In my previous story, I mentioned the shadow that followed my sister May.  I'm really starting to think that it might be the same "ghost". 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on July 17, 2011, 05:42:12 PM
i have a couple of stories to share.

this one happened to the niece that i share a lot of ghost stories about. anyway, this happened a couple of weeks ago. She had just gotten out of the shower when her phone rang. She answered it and it was her bf. He started accusing her asking her why she picked up the phone but didn't say anything. she told her she was in the shower so it would have been impossib le for her to answer. She checked her phone log and apparently while she was in the showers, her bf did call and it showed that someone indeed picked it up but it wasn't anyone she lives with.


here's one similar to that one. this one was told to me from a friend.

there were these two sisters away to an all girl college. they were able to share a dorm room together. the older sister slept on the left side of the room and the younger one slept on the right. between them stood a drawer. this was several years ago when people still use the landlines. well, as the phone kept ringing, she turns towards her sister and tells her to pick up. the phone stopped ringing. a little while later, the phone rang again,. frustrated, she answered it and it was her bf. he said that he'd been trying to call her and how come she didn't pick up. she turns towards her sister and saw that she was there but how come he kept saying that. then all of a sudden, her sister comes through the door. she asked her sister where she went. the younger sister said that she was studying downstairs and that she had been there all night studying. the older sister freaked out and from that day on, the younger sister would stay with her in the dorm room whenever she studied.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: shay on July 20, 2011, 10:49:26 AM
About 10 years ago, an aunt from out of town came to visit us.  She was invited by my mom to sleep over and so I had to give up my bed. My sister and I shared a room. That night, I slept w/ my sister on her full and my aunt slept on my twin bed.  In the middle of the night, the two of us were awakened by my aunt. She asked us who’s bed it was and pointed over at my bed. We drowsily answered her, saying that it was mine.  She then asked us if she could sleep with us, in my sister’s bed because someone was trying to get on her. She stated that she fought with it and was successful in shoving it out the door. FREAKY!  The next day, we told my mom about the incident and she didn’t say much. Shrugged it off and said that it might’ve been my spirit trying to get back into my body….?
Anyhow, I didn’t sleep on my bed for months!

Another incident:
I’ve never had sleep paralysis or experienced being sat on before until after I married my husband.  When we got married, I had to resign from my job because it was going to be a 30-40 min commute and we didn’t want to deal with the travel.  I was still seeking for a job and my husband worked early in the morning so he would get up, get ready, kiss me goodbye and then leave me to continue my sleep.  I’m afraid of the dark, and all things that goes bump in the night… so I sleep by the wall. One morning after my husband kissed be goodbye, I moved ½ of myself over to sleep on my his side of the bed.  I’m not sure how much time lapsed… I still felt myself in a state of sleep and consciousness… and then I felt something—a presence slide on the bed and lay by my side… then I felt the breathing of someone’s breathe on me. In my mind I thought, “it’s my husbandâ€â€¦ because the presence I felt… was his… the breathing, in my ears sound like him. Right after that thought, I remembered that my husband had already kissed me goodbye—he had already left and then I felt my body go numb as if someone was on top of me. Fear ran through my veins; I tried to open my eyes and get up but I couldn’t.  Oddly… my eyes were flickering in and out of vision. It was as if I couldn’t open them but I remember seeing the ceiling and the light fixture. The light was on. I tried to scream and move but I couldn’t.  After what seemed like minutes of struggling, I was able to wake up.  Right when I woke up, there was a feeling that I felt- you know, the feeling of someone rolling over the side of the bed to get up? That’s what I felt after I woke up. 
I experienced being sat on a few times after that… and then I decide to wake up with my husband and when he’d leave, I would just get on the computer to keep myself up. Ever since then, I’ve never had that happen to me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on July 20, 2011, 03:26:33 PM
It's a beautiful night
We're looking for something dumb to do
Hey baby
I think I wanna marry you

   Scary stories sunkissed, ladythao, & shay. It's been awhile I've been here. I'll post some stories in a bit after I get back from some business. Keep it coming.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mofo559 on July 21, 2011, 12:17:09 AM
This is a short one, but ...

My cousin...lets call him Bob,  passed away a couple of years ago from drowning at this one river in Fresno. His older brother..(Bill) works as those funeral security or whatever, you know what im talking about. But, anyways. It was after the funeral, and Bill came home from a late night shift & the family said that right when he opened the door, they saw Bob standing behind him, walking after Bill as if he was person.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on July 21, 2011, 04:44:08 AM
This is a short one, but ...

My cousin...lets call him Bob,  passed away a couple of years ago from drowning at this one river in Fresno. His older brother..(Bill) works as those funeral security or whatever, you know what im talking about. But, anyways. It was after the funeral, and Bill came home from a late night shift & the family said that right when he opened the door, they saw Bob standing behind him, walking after Bill as if he was person.

Damm don't scare us Fresnans like that. Freaky shlt
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on July 21, 2011, 10:08:02 AM
My aunty went to visit one of my cousin at san joaquin general hospital in stockton. When she walk into the room, my cousin start yelling for help. The nurse rush in and inject him with some muscle relaxer to make him calm down. Later when my cousin's  mother ask him why was he yelling? He told his mom that when my aunty walk in, he sees two hudge dark shadow behind her reaching their hands out for him. When the nurse came in and injected him, the shadows try to grab him but my aunty and the nurse was in the way so the shadows cant reach him so they left.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on July 21, 2011, 12:55:51 PM
dam Shorty that is scary :-[
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on July 23, 2011, 05:47:11 PM
Another story.  This one is about my other sister Lia...and me.

About a year and a half ago, I was still living in a one bedroom apartment.  Lia started college and came to live with me.  Since we couldn't afford to move out to a 2 bedroom at the time, we shared my small room and we had 2 beds in it.  My bed is at the farthest left, hers is at the farthest right.  In between us is a window. 

One morning in early October, it was around 6 AM, Lia woke me up.  I got up and asked her what's wrong.  She looked terrified and told me to turn on the lights, so I did.  She told me that when she awoke a few minutes ago she tried to fall back asleep so she turned her body towards me (notice:my back was facing her), she tilted her head to the window and closed her eyes.  Then all of a sudden she couldn't move.  She struggled to open her eyes and when she got them opened she saw a lady in white with long white hair and glowing eyes near the foot of my bed (where my feet were positioned).  When the lady saw my sister looking at her, she got in a crouch like position.  With her long fingers in a claw-like position at the front of her chest, she came towards Lia.  Lia panicked and immediately closed her eyes.  When she opened them again, the lady was gone and her head was still tilted towards the window instead of at the foot of my bed. 

In my previous story, I mentioned the shadow that followed my sister May. I'm really starting to think that it might be the same "ghost".

 :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on July 26, 2011, 11:37:54 AM
Hello everyone, I just found this forum and have been waiting for my request to be approved so I can share some of my experiences…

When I was in second grade, my dad found this house that he fell in love with.  It was a two bedroom house with a huge backyard and a garage.  The best part was the rent was cheap.  A few days after we moved in, weird things started to happen…I’m getting goose bumps thinking back.  You can walk through the house in a circle.  When you walked into the living, one of the bedrooms were on the right, then the bathroom, then the other bedroom, the kitchen and back to the living room (vice versa).  There was small walk way (laundry area) in the kitchen that went to the back yard.  The detachable garage was out in the back yard.  Anyways, one night my family went to bed.  The doors to the bathroom were open.  The water to the sink in the bathroom turned on.  My parents thought it was my brothers who got up and turned on the water, my brothers of course thought it was my parents.  After a few minutes, my dad yelled at my brothers and told them to turn off the water.  My brothers yelled back and said it wasn’t them.  My dad got up and turned off the water.  My dad came back to bed not thinking much about what had just happened.  About 15-20 minutes later after my mom and dad stopped talking and the house was quiet, we heard foot steps.  The footsteps started from the living into our bedroom.  The footsteps stopped at our bed, then it sounded like it ran towards the bathroom.  My dad got up and yelled at my brothers again, thinking they were playing around.  My brothers again said it wasn’t them.  This time both my parents knew something was not right.  The footsteps through the house continued until my dad got up and started yelling at whatever it was.  It stopped for a few nights.

A couple nights later, my dad got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water.  When he went to turn on the faucet in the kitchen, the faucet didn’t turn on.  My dad kept fighting with the faucet and gave up.  When he walked away, the water turned on.  When he went to the sink, the water stopped.  Whatever it was, it was playing with my dad.  My dad got scared and went back to bed.  That night the footsteps returned.  This time it was louder.  It wanted my family to know it had returned.  The footsteps turned into running.  The footsteps would come from the living room into our room, into the bathroom, into my brother’s room and out the back door.  This made my dad very upset and my dad started yelling again at it.  My dad must have made whatever it was upset because after my dad yelled at it, the footsteps ran into our room and the bedroom door slammed shut, then the bathroom door to our room, then the other bathroom door to my brother’s room, my brother’s bedroom door and last a loud bang on the back door.  My family was so scared that night, my 3 older brothers slept with us (my mom, dad, me and my sister) in our room.


The next day my dad went to talk to the land lord and asked him if he knew anything about the house.  The land lord lived 3 houses away.  The land lord said his wife died in the house a couple years ago.  My dad asked if the other tenants had similar encounters and he said they have.  The land lord hasn’t been able to keep anyone in that house.  My dad didn’t tell my mom or the family what he found out.  My dad started looking for another place right away.

In the weeks to follow, strange things continued to happen.  My mom would sit by the window and sew.  She would have the radio on.  The volume to the radio would go from high to low or off completely.  My mom would turn it back on and it would turn off again.  When my family watched tv together in the evenings, the tv would turn off.  If we turned the tv on again, whatever was turning it off would get mad and bang the walls.  One day my parents left my brothers and sister and I alone in that house and whatever it was knew we were home alone.  The footsteps and the banging on the walls got louder and the doors slamming shut.  We got so scared we ran outside and waited for my parents to return.  A few days later, we moved out.  We lived in that house not even a month.  Whatever was in that house did not like us there.  It wanted us out. 

I’m now 31 years old, (24 years later) I drove past that house and it’s all boarded up.  I'm glad to see no one is living in that house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on July 26, 2011, 03:16:46 PM
Voiceofreason nice story share more if you got any
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on July 26, 2011, 03:58:15 PM
that is h3lla freaky!!!!! voiceofreason

i love reading these stories
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on July 26, 2011, 04:12:42 PM
wow, that was very scary voiceofreason. ...

i heard of a similar story, i dnt remember what town this is. I remember my neigbor told the family and I about the story back when I was around 8 or 9. Well the story goes, they just moved in the house and everything was okay for the first few day. After a while, they will wake up with raw food from the fridge sitting on their kitchen counter. As time goes by it got worse. It start with the food on the counter, then it goes to the dish being tossed out side. Then one morning they woke up with a family member being outside. They have a shaman look into it and was told that the spirit in the house does not want the family to be in there. They then moved out of the house after what they've been told.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on July 26, 2011, 09:08:51 PM
Have you guys heard the story about a Hmong dude that talk with his chickens?. Every night he'll go outside and talk with his chicken for hours before coming into bed. Crazy. One night his wife got pissed and went outside to see what he be doing all the damn time. She called for him and he came out from behind a bush, his wife asked him what is he doing and he said he's playing hide and seek with his chickens. Freaky. Than one of his chicken walk up to them and said "pov koj" "pov koj" "pov koj". LOL Funny.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on July 27, 2011, 01:08:53 PM
My dad passed away from colon cancer 11 years ago.  Towards the end of his illness, he started seeing this thing (human like).  My dad had a nickname for this thing he saw.  I think it might have been my dad’s guardian angel.  My dad was very sick, he couldn’t get up anymore.  This thing would tell my dad who was coming to visit him before the person got to the door and it would tell my dad what was in the fridge.  My dad would tell us he wanted certain things to eat that was in the fridge.  He would tell us its on the second shelf in the back in the blue container.  It scared us because we didn’t know how we was able to describe the location and the color of the container.  He couldn’t even get out of bed.  He didn’t even see what we brought home from the grocery store. 

One night, this thing told my dad there was some bamboo in the fridge and he wanted to have some.  The thing said he would help my dad get out of bed if my dad promised to give him some.  My dad agreed.  Well, we heard this loud thump and got up to check.  My dad was laying in the middle of the hallway.  There was no way my dad could have gotten out of his bed (hospital bed), over the rails and walked to the hallway.  My dad didn’t even have the strength to turn to his side.  My sister, my mom, my brother in law and I carried my dad back to his bed.  We told my dad we will not let that thing have the bamboo.  That thing started banging the walls on the outside of the house.  My dad said he had no control over it.  If it’s mad, it will show it’s anger.  My mom got scared, grabbed a shoe, and threw it at the wall.  She yelled at the thing to leave my dad alone.  The banging stopped and then my mom’s chickens started.  That thing went and scared my mom’s chickens.  After it was done, it went on the roof, then it came back inside the house.  When it was back inside, my dad would say, it’s sitting next to you.  It moved and is now standing by the wall.  It was a scary night.  After that night, that thing didn’t come around much anymore.  My dad passed away a week later.  Maybe that thing came to take my dad from us???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on July 27, 2011, 04:31:41 PM
voiceofreason,

that story of your dad and that thing is scary.  tell more!  I'm sure you have more that you're itching to type it on here.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on July 27, 2011, 04:38:14 PM
Here's another one.

About three years after my dad passed away, I received this weird call.  I had just picked up my kids from their grandma’s house and just walked in the house.  My house phone was ringing.  I walked over to the phone to check the caller ID.  The caller ID had my dad’s first name, middle name, last night and a local number.  I thought how can this be?  I picked up the phone and the phone goes dead.  I dialed the number that had just called me and what do you know.   â€œThe number you are calling is no longer in service.  Please check the number and try your call again.† I couldn’t believe it.  I was a little scared and waited for my husband to get home.  My husband had classes in the evenings so he didn’t get home until about 10:30pm.

I showed my husband the caller ID and explained to him what happened.  He didn’t believe me, so he dialed the number.  He got the same recording.  Scary. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on July 27, 2011, 05:40:30 PM
that is scary
sometimes caller id sucks :(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 28, 2011, 07:21:10 AM
Yubnag, that story kinda reminds me of one that happened to my cousin. Although its kinda different

She was up one night talking with her boyfriend on the phone, and suddenly they begin to hear static noises. At first the boyfriend blamed it on my cousin's phone being faulty, but my cousin also blamed her boyfriend's phone for being faulty. So they both decided to hang up and dial each other again.

When she redialed her boyfriend a person answered. Thinking it was her boyfriend she kinda yelled at him for changing his voice and acting all nice (because they were kinda arguing before), The person on the phone just kept asking her why is she being so mean, and other stuff. Suddenly my cousin got freaked out because the person sounded too weird to be her boyfriend so she hung up. Right when she hung up the phone rang again and she picked it up, to find out that it was her boyfriend. he was complaining why he couldn't call her, or when he did all he got was the busy tone.

My cousin told him about the weird person, which freaked both of them out, and they just hung up the phone and went to bed.

the government has hacked into your phone security network. actually, it can bypass that by tapping into your digital phone service provider's signaling towers leaving you with two problems: 1) you were either talking to them or 2) your signal was scrambled then "re-encoded" pings containing modified "packet" were rerouted by your phone service providers' towers to another person's conversation with another due to government intervention.

j/k it's all made up
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 28, 2011, 07:39:46 AM
Later, the bf recalled that just before the gf started screaming she had shouted for him to stop because he was going to run someone over. All he remembered was that he had ran a log over but she kept screaming that he had ran over a girl! 

Kage Bunshin no Jutsu! evil spirit shinobi witch who shadow cloned into a log? naruto at your service.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmoobXoojHero on July 28, 2011, 07:56:04 AM
Newbie here but here I go, well this happen when I was like 6 or 7 and I was still sleeping with my parent them. This one night I woke up in a middle of the night and up look to the door and saw a dark shadow form like my dad standing on the door way, just looking at me. At first I though it was my dad, but I look to my left I saw my dad was sleeping next me and my mom on the right. I though my eye was playing trick with my eye but I look back at the door way he was still there looking at me. I got scare and put the blanket over my head and was trying to go back to sleep. Funny thing was I peek back at the door a few time to see if it was still there and he was still there looking at me. I went to sleep some how, woke up the next day and forgot all about it untill a few week later. I never told my parent about it too lol but that freak me out when I think back. I sometime think that it couldn't come in cause my parent have stuff to protect his in there closet but never really pay attetion to it. Well that it for that story, a bit lazy for detail too lol but still got a bunch of stories coming but next time when am not lazy or sleep lol...... bb to post other stories when I have time. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 28, 2011, 01:13:03 PM
I am wondering now if saki saki is sane. how do the young ones say it these days? oh yea, "wut's popp'n saki?"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmoobXoojHero on July 28, 2011, 06:09:27 PM
don't no if anyone hear of it but This is a story about my  unlce when he went to night watch at someone house, forgot who it was, but the dead person in the family die in a werid way he had a heart attack but was healthy, something like that kind of forgot. Well it was moring or day time somewhere there. My unlce need it to pee so he when to the bathroom. He got to the bathroom door, the door was a little open and he hear someone turn on the water and flush the toilet. He thought someone was in there, so he waited at the door. Two min pass he still hear someone turn on the water, so he knock on the door and the open and he saw No one in there but a black cat just walk out of there. As the cat walk pass him he feel a cold chills down his back and his hair stood up. He turn around and saw a little girl with long hair and wa hairy all over. He yell out troll, don't no how to spell it in Hmong lol. Then everyone saw my uncle chase the cat and yelling troll. Everyone told him that it was only a cat and though he was going crazy. My unlce chase the cat all the way outside. Somehow he got a hold of it and he started it to slaming the cat back and fort on the ground. Everyone was scare and was yelling at my uncle to stop or he going to kill the cat. The cat turn into a troll with hair all over and long hair and with cat like paw but have five finger like human. Everyone started to freak out and say w t h is that. They cut it to pieces and keep some part as protection, somthing like that. I hear they say they found two heart in it and say one of it belong to the dead guy in the family who my unlce was have a night watch. Which creep me out. My mom has one of the troll finger bone and she had some fur and made my family some pouch with the fur in it. She say it protect us and bring luck, didn't really listen lol they has some picture and video of it but my parent won't let us see it they say we might get scare, but my mom did show me the finger bone, it like a baby finger. My mom say the finger told my mom about my older brother stealing my mom money to go out. Hope you guys like it, even though I can really type or story tell lol suck at this but trying so bear with me And untill next time I will tell some more when I have time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 29, 2011, 08:25:06 AM
I am wondering now if saki saki is sane. how do the young ones say it these days? oh yea, "wut's popp'n saki?"
I highly doubt that everyone in here telling their own stories are sane lol. It's been awhile since I blog with you ppl. But these are all great stories. I myself ran out of my own personal encounters but it's nice to see all the newbee's telling stories here. Keep it coming. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 29, 2011, 01:17:04 PM
working my way into these ghost stories. I remain a skeptic as I can see 99.09% of these are tell-tales and or made up from quite an imagination but lacks critique in grammar, descriptive, and narrative skills (ex. if you are going to use the "he" second-person POV then stick to it and try not to replace it with the "she" 2nd person POV... so on... ) while the other .9% may be true events. nonetheless, there are some scary tales.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on July 29, 2011, 03:08:46 PM
A few years ago, my family and I visited my husband’s aunt in North Carolina.  My husband’s aunt lived across the street from an old cemetery.  The first night we were there, we slept in the living room.  The room had all windows on one side of the house.  It was early in the morning, probably like 6am-7am.  The sun was coming into the living room.  I looked up towards the hallway and saw this black shadow standing next to the sofa.  Then the shadow came towards me and I couldn’t move.  I saw my husband sleeping next to me and my kids were sleeping on the sofas.  This was the first time I ever experienced anything like this.  I was so scared.  I could see and feel this thing on top of my.  I kept yelling and trying to kick this thing off of me.  After a couple minutes of fighting with it, I asked my mom, my dad and my brother (all passed away) to help me.  After that I felt that thing get off me.  I woke my husband up and told him what just happened.  He had his arm on top of me and said that’s probably why my arm is all numb.

I was too scared to tell my husband’s aunt what happened.  Late that night I told my friend who is related to my husband’s aunt.  My friend told my husband’s aunt and she asked me what happened.  I told her and she said that thing is a regular at their house.  They see him walking around the house.  There’s other things that stop by too.  My husband’s aunt said it’s probably because they live across the street from the cemetery so the occupants come visit them often.  WTH!!!  Should have told me before we spent the night there.

The rest of the time in North Carolina, we spent visiting other family members and friends.  It was an interesting visit and a lot of weirdness in North Carolina.  The last night we were in NC, we spent at my husband’s aunt’s house.  That night I was scared so I didn’t sleep.  After the lights were off, I heard kids run around the house, running into the walls and laughing (all the kids were asleep).  I woke my husband up and he got up and turned the lights on.  The sound of the kids stopped and I got a little sleep.  I had a bad experience there and will not be going back. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on July 29, 2011, 03:36:25 PM
Another story...

Two years ago, I was babysitting my niece (she was two years old at that time).  I was in the living room and my niece went to the bedrooms and started crying and screaming.  I ran to the hallway and saw her standing outside of my sister’s bedroom staring into the room.  She was crying and pointed into the bedroom.  I asked her what’s wrong and she kept crying.  I picked her up and brought her to the living room.  She continued crying and I asked her what she saw…my two year old niece took her two index fingers, put them under her eyes and pulled them down.  (Hope you get the picture).  I was terrified.  I wanted to start crying too.  There’s no way a two year old could have made this up to scare me.  No one was home.  It was just me, my niece and a scary visitor.   
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on July 29, 2011, 03:51:38 PM
I have a lot of free time at work so I'll share another story:

When my dad past away, my uncles and my cousins decided not to have my dad embalmed (to delay the decomposition).  I don’t know why they decided not to do this since money wasn’t an issue.  Anyways, my dad’s funeral was 4 days (Friday-Monday).  On the Sunday, the day before the burial my dad’s body started to smell bad.  My husband and I stayed at the funeral home until 4am.  We went home to shower and pick up my kids for the burial.  When my husband and I left the funeral home at 4am, we got into my car and the car smelled so bad.  The car smelled like my dad, the decaying, rotten smell.  There’s no way my car could have smelled that bad.  It was a brand new car.  I just bought the car brand new the month before.  My husband and I sat in the car, looked at each other and just rolled down the windows.  We both new what it was and didn’t dare say anything. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on July 29, 2011, 03:59:09 PM
I wonder if anyone in here can smell death when they dream. Sometimes when I dream of relatives or people I know that has passed on, I can smell rotten flesh. When this happens sometimes I just say it's my morning breath. Haha. But other times I know it's more than that. Because after the person in my dream goes away, the smell goes with them. Now I'm not talking about rotten flesh like how meat rots, it has sort of a foul yet sweet smell to it. I know thats hard for some people to understand, but it's very pungent. Here is one of my dreams. This one is not about anyone I know, but there was a ghost or demon in it....Rotten.

Xeem tells me the sneaky b1tch keeps running her claws down his back. I look and sure enough there are light marks running down his back. I ask him where Jason was, he points to the restroom which was underground. So we both head down there. First we checked the right side, yelling out Jason’s name. Nothing. Then we went to the left, yelled out his name. Still nothing. We proceeded to go farther into the left. After about 10 feet, I called out his name again. This time he heard me.
   â€œYeah?†came from one of the stalls.
   â€œNothing. Just checking where you are.â€
   â€œHey Snake, did you just walked by my stall right now?â€
   I told him I hadn’t. That we just came down right now to check up on him. From his answer I could tell he was a little spooked by the situation. He asked if we could stay down there with him. I told him that whatever happens, with the power they have to frighten you, the power to defeat them was also as real. Just then, from the reflection of the stall walls, a couple of feet behind Xeem and I, and our reflections, I saw the figure of a woman to the left and behind myself. She start to walk over to my right, I then turned to the right instead of the left to cross the plane of the living. As I rounded my turn to face her, she stops in her tracks knowing I had cross the threshold of the dead. She turns to face me. Right away I saw her eyes, or where her eyes should be. There was nothing there. Just hollowed eye sockets. We were no more than a foot from each other, her staring into my eyes, and I staring into those hollow stares. Her skin was greenish grey. just for a second of our stares into each other, her trying to see the fear in my eyes, my trying to just see anything in hers only to find nothing, she sticks out her grey tongue and licks my lips with the tip of it. I could smell the foul stench of death in her breath. She must have made two rotations with her lips, before I stop it. With all my strength I prayed to GOD for strength to beat this demon. With one solid right punch I knock her head back as she falls to the floor.
   â€œYou f*cked with the wrong guy today,†I said as I grabbed her shoulders.
   With another swift but brutal right punch, knocking her head back again, and then a right elbow to her head. Strong enough to daze this demon. Now her expression was of fear. Have you ever seen a ghost that was afraid of you? They can’t scream or yell from fright, but you can see the expression of fear on their faces. She had her mouth open in fear, crooked in all directions. Those hollowed eyes were closed, her claws were now trying to protect itself from my pummeling hits. I grabbed both her outstretched arm, and broke them downward.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmoobXoojHero on July 29, 2011, 04:41:36 PM
My cuz told me that when he was a little kid at lao him and his little bro where eating food out side their hut. These two boy orphan came and beg for food, they both told them to get lost an that they only have enough for them self. The two orphan left and beg some where els. A few days later, in the middle of the night, my cuz need to use the toilet, so he my other cuz to go with him. They went in to the bush in their back yard (back then they didn't have homemade hut toliet) while my cuz was taking a dump my other cuz was watching(I know rite that is nasty) O yea that night was a full moon so u can still see at night with the moon light. Anyway my cuz who was watching my other cuz pooping he saw two hand come up from the ground and smashing the poop with it hand and palying with it. So my cuz who was watching, got scare and scream and point at my other cuz poop and took off running home and left my other cuz. My cuz was still pooping and look down saw two hand palying with his poop and then he took off running home screaming. They both got home and told their parent and the next day they both became very sick and so then their parent sis jingle bell for them two. The shaman say it was because of the two orphane boy came and ask for food and they didn't give them some. The two orphane die later that night from hunger and came back to hunt them both. So the shamen offer the two orphane some paper money and food to sent them away.

Hope I got better at telling it cause I kind of took my time and not rush and  doing all this in the iPhone and pls don't hate cause I can't tell story or type it cause you make ppls feel like they don't want to post up any story, and I am posting to ppls who want to read ghost story not for ppls to correct me. Thank you!   
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 29, 2011, 05:46:38 PM
I was wondering if any of you people go do garden, ever saw weird strange foot prints? Or Tiger like paws? Or heard of any?
Well I got one for you garden loving people. LOL

I don't know if you people are aware of this place. If you drive on Larpenteur Ave. in St Paul,MN. Between Dale street and Rice street. In that stretch if you are coming down Dale st. and heading to Rice st. You will see to your left, It's a swamp now and to your right it's a cemetery. But back in the year 83's. It use to be flat and not cover with water, But I don't know what truly happened there. I heard that the meeka people that lived in that area started to see strange stuff. Thus the city refused to rent that area for the Hmong to do their garden. That's why it was turn into a swamp. but there could of been many other reasons. But that's the one I know of.

Hmong people use to do garden there. I mean a lot of Hmong would go there despite that, that area was haunted. My parents also did their garden there along with all the Hmong. Anyways I would tag along with my parent and my grandma. And almost every time we get there, you know how them OG's are. I would over hear them saying about some weird foot prints follow by a four pawed like Tiger. Not other then that. The other Hmong people would tell my parents that they also see those prints on their side. But being so young my parents made sure that I don't know what they were all talking about. Young but naughty. I saw one of the prints but I wasn't sure at what I was really looking at. And my parents and other Hmong people would just cover the prints with dirt.

It's not scary but I hope that I would trigger some garden loving people to share some of their own strange garden stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on July 29, 2011, 05:55:09 PM
long story short ...
during my grandma's funeral .. their next door neighbor would see my grandma in the backyard in the garden watering her plants .. even though the neighbor knew about my grandma passing away ..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 29, 2011, 06:25:43 PM
working my way into these ghost stories. I remain a skeptic as I can see 99.09% of these are tell-tales and or made up from quite an imagination but lacks critique in grammar, descriptive, and narrative skills (ex. if you are going to use the "he" second-person POV then stick to it and try not to replace it with the "she" 2nd person POV... so on... ) while the other .9% may be true events. nonetheless, there are some scary tales.
One thing you gotta understand here bro. It's not the grammar that counts, but it could lighten us a bit. But it's their respective side of the story which he/she is trying to tell us in their own best word.  But being skeptic is a way of tell oneself that it's not true. Cause the theory of understanding is greater then one can comprehen. Besides we are not true narrative here. lol It's more like a blog then a place to show your set skills. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmoobXoojHero on July 29, 2011, 09:58:53 PM
Well, about the tiger paw and foot print, my mom told me that if you or some friends see some just leave the place and come back home without saying anything untill u are half way home or at home. Because the thing that left the print would hear you and take ur soul or follow you home. Well it not scary but just thing I hear from og. O crap, just remind me of a garden story, will post it on later. Still a work lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on July 29, 2011, 11:10:54 PM
This girl told me when she was little back in thialand refugee camp, she and her friends were playing hide and seek right after night fall.  She was hiding and saw these two boys dressed in nice clothing with very light skin came from around the house she was hiding and started speaking to her.  She didn't think much about them other than noticing their nice clothes and their light white skin.  After they spoke to her, one of the boy asked if she wanted to go with them but she said no she's playing hide and seek with her friends.

A day later, a very sick young girl died, who lives in one of the houses she and her friend's were playing hide and seek at and where she saw the two boys.  She later found out that sick girl were taken away by some ghost spirits according to the family and the shaman who tried to save her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 29, 2011, 11:43:42 PM
One thing you gotta understand here bro. It's not the grammar that counts, but it could lighten us a bit. But it's their respective side of the story which he/she is trying to tell us in their own best word.  But being skeptic is a way of tell oneself that it's not true. Cause the theory of understanding is greater then one can comprehen. Besides we are not true narrative here. lol It's more like a blog then a place to show your set skills. LOL

that's no problem at all. just thought I'd make some suggestions, so it would make it easier for many readers to fully apprehend the stories in the same manner as the story teller.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on July 30, 2011, 01:17:32 AM
This girl told me when she was little back in thialand refugee camp, she and her friends were playing hide and seek right after night fall.  She was hiding and saw these two boys dressed in nice clothing with very light skin came from around the house she was hiding and started speaking to her.  She didn't think much about them other than noticing their nice clothes and their light white skin.  After they spoke to her, one of the boy asked if she wanted to go with them but she said no she's playing hide and seek with her friends.

A day later, a very sick young girl died, who lives in one of the houses she and her friend's were playing hide and seek at and where she saw the two boys.  She later found out that sick girl were taken away by some ghost spirits according to the family and the shaman who tried to save her.

Did you hear this from the Hmong conference Radio line on the phone.  Haha i heard this on the phone radio.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmoobXoojHero on July 30, 2011, 01:40:55 AM
Ok, this the story about garden at my unlce house. The back yard is about 20 acre and my unlce them do lots of farming. Well back to the story, my grandma was in back yard putting he boxs of bean into her truck by her self at 9 at night. My grandma was doing her thing, when she hear two kids running and laughing like they where playing. My grandma look around and saw two kid run in to the corn field. My grandma was not scare but brush it off and say it was my cuz and them playing hide and seek. When my grandma came back to my unlce house, she ask if any of my cuz them where playing in the corn field, all my cuz say they didn't. My grandma was wondering who it was that she saw, that night she when to she and my grandma dream that my grandpa came and talk to her(my grandpa just pass away not too long) my grandpa told my grandma that he was procltectimg her when these two Mex ghost, where looking for victim and that he was trying to tell her to go home but she didn't hear him. My grandma say she was never scare, but miss my grandpa alot. But I say the oppsite, but this story give me the creep and I don't like to go out in the garden at night anywhere.  :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on July 30, 2011, 03:34:07 AM
A story I heard from OGs during my recent camping trip.

Back in Laos there was this mother and her only son. One day the mom died so the whole village came and helped the son bury her. Since he was the only son, he was crying like hell at her coffin 24/7. When he was crying with his head down, the people in the background noticed that his mom's hand came out of the coffin and was patting her son's head. He probably didn't even noticed it since people were patting his head and comforting him the whole day anyways. So one of guys in the back screamed, "Hey everyone look, the dead have woken and is patting his head!!!" :2funny: The dead mom was embarrassed that she got yelled at, so her hand just froze while still grabbing onto her son's hair. Then the son was screaming like hell trying to pull her hand off and everyone was trying to help lol. They eventually got him free and he stopped crying since. They buried her as soon as possible. Pretty sad yet funny at the same time
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on July 30, 2011, 03:47:15 AM
My cousin goes hunting at north Fork a lot. this one morning he was was hiking for squirrel on a trail, which will eventually criss cross with another trial. Upon approaching the other trial, he heard two people mumbling. It sounded like two people were jogging on the other trail but he couldn't make out what language they were speaking and it was very low, only to the point where you can hear but can't make out the words. When he got the the crossing, he expected to see two joggers but there was no one and the mumbling stopped. So he was trying to calm himself by saying that maybe it's just the sound of the creek or the sound of birds. So he continued along the trial and after about 20 feet or so, he heard the mumbling continued further up the other trial. As if some invisible force was walking with him....that's how he ended the story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 30, 2011, 05:28:12 AM
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 “Zajâ€. 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.
Title: Hmong vampires.?!
Post by: population1 on July 30, 2011, 12:33:30 PM
Warning: If you or anyone you know is reading this please be advised that this is not for the faint of heart or for the weak stomach. If you or anyone you know are easily offended by this topic or if you or anyone you know are easily provoked or prone to emotional & mental infliction by this topic. Stop now. Otherwise each individual or group present at the same time and location shall read at his/her/their own risk and are of the legal age (18+).

There’s story about the†hmong vampires†supposedly in MN. On this hmong/asian forum, there were some users that were making jokes. One particular user (call him D) on the site thought it would be a thrill to pull a stunt, so he told a buddy he made a fake account and went on there and said it was him who is one of the hmong vampires. A couple ppl replied, “Sure. Whatever.†and others called him a troll. D continued on with his stunt and said inappropriate things. A few nights later, there was a hmong funeral, which D had heard about from a friend. D said he was actually curious to find out, so he went to bed and had made plans to go on a “mission†single-handedly. He’d made a call to his buddy (X) to borrow his camcorder. X answered and told D that he’d check for it and he’ll call him back in a few. Few minutes later D got the call and asked, “X, how come you are not on your phone?†X replied, “Oh, my brother wanted to use the phone to call his buddy. Why?†then D said, “nvm, I wuz jus’ wonder’n.†then X asked D when he wanted the camcorder. D told X he wanted it that same night and he’d go pick it up. But X cut him off and told him to wait, because there’s a party going on that night and he was stopping by D’s to pick him up anyway. So, he’ll bring it over then. D asked him what time, and X told him eleven and to get ready by then. Must have been close to 11pm that D heard X knocking on the door -- the knocking X usually makes. D opened the door, “X, why you gotta trench and hood on and all dressed in black?†he asked.  X looked up and it wasn’t X at all. It was one weird looking pale, freaky vampire dude. D was scared to bits and pieces and stuttered out, “WTF!†then a group of vampires appeared. The vampire pretending to be X said, “We are your friends. Your buddies. Your brothers. Remember you said you are one of us. My friend, we called you and told you there’s a funeral. We have prepared for you to join us.†D was not so tough anymore and must have been kidnapped then. On the day of the funeral, X (the real X) was recording some parts of the funeral and had brought the tape back for reviewing and editing. He saw D in a flash. He was like, “D was there, too? That mofo didn’t tell me. Man, and I was trying to get a hold of him too.†So he called D but D’s phone was shut off. He went online, emails, im, facebook, and even the forum and didn’t find anything recent of D. so X contacted D by all means. Still no reply. A few days later he went to go post on the “hmong vampire†section and to his surprise, there’s D in his fake account posting about how he is a vampire and still making inappropriate comments. It was also within that hour that X finally was able to contact D and D had replied back with messages about his incident. D’s family is still looking for him and police had begun investigation, according to the evidence provided to the authorities by X.

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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 30, 2011, 03:15:05 PM
Warning: If you or anyone you know is reading this please be advised that this is not for the faint of heart or for the weak stomach. If you or anyone you know are easily offended by this topic or if you or anyone you know are easily provoked or prone to emotional & mental infliction by this topic. Stop now. Otherwise each individual or group present at the same time and location shall read at his/her/their own risk and are of the legal age (18+).

There’s story about the†hmong vampires†supposedly in MN. On this hmong/asian forum, there were some users that were making jokes. One particular user (call him D) on the site thought it would be a thrill to pull a stunt, so he told a buddy he made a fake account and went on there and said it was him who is one of the hmong vampires. A couple ppl replied, “Sure. Whatever.†and others called him a troll. D continued on with his stunt and said inappropriate things. A few nights later, there was a hmong funeral, which D had heard about from a friend. D said he was actually curious to find out, so he went to bed and had made plans to go on a “mission†single-handedly. He’d made a call to his buddy (X) to borrow his camcorder. X answered and told D that he’d check for it and he’ll call him back in a few. Few minutes later D got the call and asked, “X, how come you are not on your phone?†X replied, “Oh, my brother wanted to use the phone to call his buddy. Why?†then D said, “nvm, I wuz jus’ wonder’n.†then X asked D when he wanted the camcorder. D told X he wanted it that same night and he’d go pick it up. But X cut him off and told him to wait, because there’s a party going on that night and he was stopping by D’s to pick him up anyway. So, he’ll bring it over then. D asked him what time, and X told him eleven and to get ready by then. Must have been close to 11pm that D heard X knocking on the door -- the knocking X usually makes. D opened the door, “X, why you gotta trench and hood on and all dressed in black?†he asked.  X looked up and it wasn’t X at all. It was one weird looking pale, freaky vampire dude. D was scared to bits and pieces and stuttered out, “WTF!†then a group of vampires appeared. The vampire pretending to be X said, “We are your friends. Your buddies. Your brothers. Remember you said you are one of us. My friend, we called you and told you there’s a funeral. We have prepared for you to join us.†D was not so tough anymore and must have been kidnapped then. On the day of the funeral, X (the real X) was recording some parts of the funeral and had brought the tape back for reviewing and editing. He saw D in a flash. He was like, “D was there, too? That mofo didn’t tell me. Man, and I was trying to get a hold of him too.†So he called D but D’s phone was shut off. He went online, emails, im, facebook, and even the forum and didn’t find anything recent of D. so X contacted D by all means. Still no reply. A few days later he went to go post on the “hmong vampire†section and to his surprise, there’s D in his fake account posting about how he is a vampire and still making inappropriate comments. It was also within that hour that X finally was able to contact D and D had replied back with messages about his incident. D’s family is still looking for him and police had begun investigation, according to the evidence provided to the authorities by X.

Disclaimer: The story and its entirety are highly fictional. Readers are advised to treat this material in a safe and respectable manner and are not encouraged to alter its original content and distribute it by any means, nor use this material in any unlawful manner where restricted by law. The purpose of this content is written for the sole purpose of entertainment intended for this section of the forum site at PebHmong.com. Failure to abide by disclaimer may result in unwanted litigation pursuant by law. I population1 (personal info. Undisclosed), the user and original poster of this material will not be held responsible for any sort of emotional, mental, or physical damages onto others as warned, nor shall I be held accountable in any way should there be any accounts. Nor shall I be subject to pursuit and reversal laws (e.g. holder-in-due-course) by authorities. I understand and know my rights to seek protection under the constitutional law.

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WTF, you write and talk as thou, how should I say it.. Too many laws.... rights.ect. but great story..
BTW, you've encounter a lot of strange event.  How ever keep it coming.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 30, 2011, 03:22:18 PM
A story I heard from OGs during my recent camping trip.

Back in Laos there was this mother and her only son. One day the mom died so the whole village came and helped the son bury her. Since he was the only son, he was crying like hell at her coffin 24/7. When he was crying with his head down, the people in the background noticed that his mom's hand came out of the coffin and was patting her son's head. He probably didn't even noticed it since people were patting his head and comforting him the whole day anyways. So one of guys in the back screamed, "Hey everyone look, the dead have woken and is patting his head!!!" :2funny: The dead mom was embarrassed that she got yelled at, so her hand just froze while still grabbing onto her son's hair. Then the son was screaming like hell trying to pull her hand off and everyone was trying to help lol. They eventually got him free and he stopped crying since. They buried her as soon as possible. Pretty sad yet funny at the same time
Man, that's why when I go to other people's funeral. People I don't have any relationships to, I dare not go look at the dead. I stay far away. Somehow the dead scary me. If it's not related to me......BTW If I saw that happening I'll just walk away, like if you see stuff. Best not to yell out loud about it..Cause you'll freak out the others.. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 30, 2011, 05:31:13 PM
WTF, you write and talk as thou, how should I say it.. Too many laws.... rights.ect. but great story..
BTW, you've encounter a lot of strange event.  How ever keep it coming.

don't know what you are getting at with "thou" since it's a terminology with religious sect usage. but thanks... strange events? for any kid that is.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 30, 2011, 06:42:04 PM
Back in Laos there was a Hmong couple with a loving, caring dog. He was a small but a brave, intelligent dog. They would take the dog out with them everywhere they go. As Laos is as it is back in those mysterious, haunting days. There was danger lurking everywhere. The dog would fight off any strangers – man, beast, ghosts, demons, and whatever intends harm on his owners. One day, the mother and father had their first born child, a son. The dog was delighted to welcome a new member of the family and loved playing with the little boy. The family was poor, but a very loving, warm family. The son also fell ill from malnutrition and weakening of the soul. One day, a very vicious being came by and wanted to feast on human flesh. It approached the sick little boy and his parents’ little home. The dog had caught scent of it, fought it, and was guarding his owners’ family with all his life. It was a very terrifying moment. The parents were helpless as they watched their dog fought off this thing while comforting their son -- they watched their little dog chased this thing into the jungle. And off the little dog went as he went after it, never stopping, chasing it as far away as possible. The owners had prepared food and treatment for the dog, but it never showed up. Next day, it didn’t return. On it went; the little dog showed neither trace nor sign. The owners were struck with grief, for their little dog probably will not return. Years later, the boy was out playing, from the distance where the foot of the jungle was, there was a little dog looking at him with content and loyalty. The boy called for his parents and said he sees a little dog way out in the distance. The parents immediately rushed to where their son was, but the dog has already turned around into the thick jungle and disappeared once again.

They came to America. The boy is now a young man. It was early in winter and he was on his bicycle. On his way home, he saw a pure white little dog come out of nowhere from the snow scene. The dog had no leash. No collar. But, it was really playful with the young man. It ran alongside him and followed him home. When the young man got home, he yelled out to his parents from the doorway, “Mom, Dad, there is a really good dog that followed me home!†The young man wanted to help the dog – he wanted to take the dog into their home. The parents came to where the son was, and when they looked outside, the dog was nowhere in sight. And, they couldn’t make out the footprints as to which direction the dog ran off to. The End.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 30, 2011, 08:23:45 PM
don't know what you are getting at with "thou" since it's a terminology with religious sect usage. but thanks... strange events? for any kid that is.
No, what I mean was it sounded too good to be true. Sounds like a made up story. And yes I heard about them Hmong vamps.

As a matter of fact this is a true event. It took place at the Hmong funeral on Dale street. I heard something like that. It went something like this....you know when all the people are bending over to pat the dead's head. Some one noticed this one person that was leaning too far into the coffin. And after the person was done he/she step away from the coffin and went to the door. Then the people that was looking after the dead told one of the dudes there. And he went out side to look. The Hmong dude that went outside started to chase the person. And when he caught that person he found a bottle of some fluid....I think it was the stuff that the meeka put inside of the dead to make the body cold.. Anyways I over heard people talking about it when I was at the funeral.. Sounds kinda freaky. I think that was the first time the Hmong people encounter such event. After that, the Hmong funeral had to put a glass case over the dead to stop them Hmong what ever they call themselves.

Besides it's not the blood they are after. It's the fluid that's inside of the dead. That what I think and heard. How ever I could be wrong.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 30, 2011, 08:43:11 PM
Speaking about funerals...I just remember this one. It went like this. it was my FIL's dad's funeral. And speaking about weird people or stuff like that. Anyways when the people were leaning over to look at the dead, someone placed some kind of thingy in the coffin. The people that was to look over the body didn't see who did it...When the people told the you know...... people that over look the funeral stuff. That there was a strange person reaching in and doing something but they didn't know what that person was doing. So they went and look at every corner of the coffin and found a piece of metal or something like that. Anyways one of the aunt went crazy when she got back home. You know... gotta sleep at the family house. So that night the aunt locked herself in the bathroom and started to bang her head on the wall. The son had to break down the bathroom door to get to his mom. They took her to the hospital, which the doctor said " lack of sleep". There were other crazy stuff that happen too but I forgot most of it. (As I am a second hand teller).
Anyways the relatives said that who ever placed that object in there had put a cruse to hurt the families.
It's not a scary one but I had to write it down before I forget.. LOL
Title: THE UNSOLVED MYSTERY
Post by: population1 on July 31, 2011, 03:35:17 AM
What's the crack to this image? Clearly, there has to be more than just one meaning/joke to this joke.
(http://img.asiantown.net/members/142612/dab_comic_scene.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on July 31, 2011, 10:44:06 AM
yo this is the hmong ghost stories thread...ur joke crack picture should be in a new thread....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 31, 2011, 12:44:31 PM
someone's got a serious case, eh? this isn't the first. you can live with it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmoobXoojHero on July 31, 2011, 06:37:54 PM
My grandma told me that when her and my grandpa was still in lao and was still young and my grandpa has just began being a shaman. My grandma was never into shaman and think it was bs. Well They live in hut and some of the wall have hole and little crack and stuff. They have this little hole next to my grandpa atlar and they never really care to cover it up. This one night my grandma have a dream that a old lady came and sat down to talk to her. The lady told her that my grandma have to tell my grandpa to cover the hole on the wall next to his atlar or my grandpa two spirte boy with not be happy. Because these troll keep on stealing their rice in bow. My grandma say I didn't no they exist? And the lady say if you want to see then look up at the atlar. My grandma look up at the atlar and saw two very handsome and tall and white Hmong boy sitting on the atlar. Then my grandma say o you are rite, I will tell him to cover it up in the morning. The next day my grandma told my grandpa about it and my grandpa finally cover it up. Ever since theny grandma never think that shaman was bs.  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hil on August 01, 2011, 01:14:47 PM
Back in Laos there was a Hmong couple with a loving, caring dog. He was a small but a brave, intelligent dog. They would take the dog out with them everywhere they go. As Laos is as it is back in those mysterious, haunting days. There was danger lurking everywhere. The dog would fight off any strangers – man, beast, ghosts, demons, and whatever intends harm on his owners. One day, the mother and father had their first born child, a son. The dog was delighted to welcome a new member of the family and loved playing with the little boy. The family was poor, but a very loving, warm family. The son also fell ill from malnutrition and weakening of the soul. One day, a very vicious being came by and wanted to feast on human flesh. It approached the sick little boy and his parents’ little home. The dog had caught scent of it, fought it, and was guarding his owners’ family with all his life. It was a very terrifying moment. The parents were helpless as they watched their dog fought off this thing while comforting their son -- they watched their little dog chased this thing into the jungle. And off the little dog went as he went after it, never stopping, chasing it as far away as possible. The owners had prepared food and treatment for the dog, but it never showed up. Next day, it didn’t return. On it went; the little dog showed neither trace nor sign. The owners were struck with grief, for their little dog probably will not return. Years later, the boy was out playing, from the distance where the foot of the jungle was, there was a little dog looking at him with content and loyalty. The boy called for his parents and said he sees a little dog way out in the distance. The parents immediately rushed to where their son was, but the dog has already turned around into the thick jungle and disappeared once again.

They came to America. The boy is now a young man. It was early in winter and he was on his bicycle. On his way home, he saw a pure white little dog come out of nowhere from the snow scene. The dog had no leash. No collar. But, it was really playful with the young man. It ran alongside him and followed him home. When the young man got home, he yelled out to his parents from the doorway, “Mom, Dad, there is a really good dog that followed me home!” The young man wanted to help the dog – he wanted to take the dog into their home. The parents came to where the son was, and when they looked outside, the dog was nowhere in sight. And, they couldn’t make out the footprints as to which direction the dog ran off to. The End.



Sorry for quoting but I just had to!  Kudos to the writer of this cute little story hahaa! +1!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on August 01, 2011, 05:34:53 PM
Sorry for quoting but I just had to!  Kudos to the writer of this cute little story hahaa! +1!

Thank you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on August 01, 2011, 06:06:39 PM
hello im new here and have read almost all the post so guess I'll share some of my own experience and stories told to me..

Couple of years ago in 2004 I got married to my husband and was about 1-2 months pregnant at the time. My in laws house was a 3 bedroom ranch and have a full basement. Well my husband have 2 brothers and 2 sisters which they have all taken the beds upstairs so of course my husband was the oldest that he sleeps alone in the basement. Now the basement is seperated into two sides. One of the side have a door so thats where he sleeps.. In the room there is another room where the washer and dryer is but there is no door then there is a bathroom to the right side also.

Anyways back to the story. One night I was awake in the middle of the night was had to pee so so bad. I woke up turn on the lamp next to me and went into the bathroom and did my business.. i got out washed my hands and came back to bed. I sat down onto the bed turned off the lamp and layed down. Right when I layed flat on my back there was 2 knocks that came from the door. Our bed was right next to the door too. so i sat up turn the lamp on and looked at the door. I was complety dark underneath the door so i though to myself. ok its dark so if my in laws where to come down at the time i swear they would turn the light on. so i shrug it off and think maybe its just my imagination. so i turned off the lamp and layed back down on my back. right was i was flat on my back i heard 2 knocks again on the door. this time i didnt turn on the lamp but sat up and looked under the door again and it was still complete darkness. All of a sudden i feel this cold feeling and all the hair on me standing up so i layed down real fast pulled the covers over me and elbowed my husband to wake up and hold me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on August 01, 2011, 06:12:41 PM
My husband used to get sat on so much before he married me.

One night he was laying on his bed in the basement reading Auto Magazines with the lamp on. His bed was facing the laudry room and bathroom. As he was reading away he heard the bathroom door open slightly and looked up and saw a dark shadow standing by the door looking at him. He freaked out so the turned off the lamp and pulled the covers over his head. He felt the thing walked over and sat down on the bed and felt the bed sink. he then felt the thing got up and went around to the foot of the bed, grabbed his legs and pulled him. after that he was knocked out until morning. When he woke up half of the body was hanging off the end of the bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on August 01, 2011, 06:34:10 PM
This one happened during my Brothers funeral in NC.

Me and my husband got to my parents house the day before the first funeral service. My sisters were telling me about what have been happening during the days before while they Zov Hmo.. My sisters say they would hear people Nyia.. (Crying at funeral type).. im getting the chills.. lol.. anyways i asked my Nyab and she say yes.. cause one evening they made Khau Poob.. and my Nyab and brother went outside to get liquid they heard the crys and they got spooked out. My oldest sister say one night she went outside to help my mom put all the big bowls and stuff away and she heard somebody or something messing around with other pots and pans.. she can hear them banging and falling down to the ground. her first impressions was it might just be an animal. so she walked over to where she heard it coming from and nothing was there or nothing seems to be out of place.

During the first funeral service day for my brother we went to the funeral home early when they first opened and they brought my brother in. he was still on those bed looking thing not in the coffin yet. so we was all crying and touching him and stuff.. My husband was crying alot because they got along very well. When it was time to place him onto one of the other bed looking thing so they can Tawv Kev (take him to where he need to go) all the guys lifted him up including my Husband and everybody saw that there was fresh blood on the thing that he was laying on first. Everybody was like WTF look theres blood and how can that be. so one of my sister and my mom asked the people who brought him in and they say it cannot be possible cause they sucked every thing out.. so we all shrug it off and say its just my brother letting us know he miss us. Right after the guys lay my brother down onto the other bed looking thing and my husband took his hands out he got fresh blood all over his hands too. Which he didnt tell anybody and walked to the bathroom all my himself and washed it away. Later he told me and I happened to tell my Aunt which was a Shaman on the last day of the Funeral service right before we was about to take him to the cemetary and she told me to tell my dad to find someone to call his spirit. So i then told my dad what happened and he got one of my Uncle to call his spirit by my brothers coffin with a plate of food and had my husband ate everything.

My parents house is kindof like in the country so there was a forest way in the back of the house. Now during the funeral everynight around 7-8 PM when i go into my parents house i have this weird feeling like someones watching me. And when i use the bathroom around that time since the bathroom is facing the forest i keep hearing this weird cry. It doesnt sound like Nyia but its weird. spooke me out.

Sorry if its so long and doesnt make since.
BTW my brother got murdered 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on August 01, 2011, 06:46:02 PM
This one happened to my Husband and it was the night my brother passed away.

He was working the Second Shift at the time and that night there was only about 7 people working in their company. 6 of the people was on a different side of the company while my husband was the only one working on the other end. there is a bathroom near where he works. He was working minding his own business and it was late in the night around 9-10.. A cold rush of air passed him and He saw a man with a black suit on and black hair like a asian person walked into the mens restroom. My husband said to himself "hrmm thats weird its late and he swear all the office people have gone home already why is there a man in suit walking into the mens restroom".. but he shrug it off as to maybe it could have been one of the people who drives the truck. Minutes passed and the person never walked out of the bathroom so my husband had to go use it too and found out the nobody was in the bathroom but him.

When he got home around midnight and woke me up i recieved a phone call from my younger sister.

Me: hello (tired)
Sister: (crying) ___ is DEAD..!!
Me: What?
Sister: ___ is DEAD!!! (yelling)

I didnt believe her so i was like wheres mom and dad and she was like they all at the hospital. so im like ok ill call mom. so i hanged up and called my mom but she didnt take her cell so i called my sister and she was like yea he passed away. I started yelling and crying at the same time.

What my husband saw at work was probably my Brother coming to see him cause my brother passed away around 9-9:30 that same night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on August 01, 2011, 06:51:49 PM
This one also happened to my Husband.

It was a couple of weeks after the funeral of my brother.

I moved our bedroom around so our bed was right next to the door, and now we are sleeping in one of the bedrooms up stairs since i had my first baby couple of months ago and the stairs was not a good thing. Well my husband came home from work, took a shower, turned off all the lights, got into bed, and pulled the covers over him. Right when he was pulling the covers he see our bedroom door open and he thought it was his mom or dad so he looked over at the door and there was someone standing there wearing a black suit just looking at my husband. he got scared so he turned around and pulled the covers over his head.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on August 01, 2011, 07:07:11 PM
This one time my husband and all my kids (3) was going to sleep and i was still up playing on the Computer. My kids wont sleep with the lights on so i turned off the light and was playing away on the computer in the dark. My only light source was coming from the Monitor screen. It was just about 10 cause my In laws were all still up doing their own things. I have just lifted my Left foot off of the floor and placed it onto one of those wooded small chairs that OGs make.. just a second after doing that i felt something fall right onto my left foot. I was like WTF i grabbed whatever fell onto me,  stood up and walked over to the light switch and turned it on looked in my hand and it was my brother in laws shirt. all that time i was like i swear before i put my kids to sleep and turn the lights off the shirt was laying flat onto my bed and how can it get onto my feet about a foot away from where i was sitting. I shrug it off thinking it was nothing. So i walked back to the Computer and turned it off then walked back again to the light switch and just when i was about to turn off the lights, One of my kids toy (the kind that will turn on when there is vibration even from walking) staring playing music. In my head i was like OK, I just walked to the switch awhile ago, walked back to the computer, and back again to the switch and finally when i was about to turn the lights off the toy started making noise. All the hair on my neck stand up and i got this weird spooky feeling so i turned off the lights real fast and jumped into bed.

The next day i called my mom and was crying to her cause i was so scared. I then called one of my husband's Niam Tij and she told me to call her dad cause he was a shaman. He told me that it was just my Brother.. Because i kept saying his name and he came to visit me. He did some offerings and said my Brother left.  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 01, 2011, 08:14:45 PM
I must say, some of your event s are pretty scary. Made my hairs stood up for a while. BTW Sorry to hear about your brother's passing.

Speaking about calling family name. You see my wife's not into believing those stuff. I forgot when it happened, but something like this. Me and the kids slept over at my parents house that night. Cause I had plans to go fishing the next day. Anyways that night my wife left the computer on. And the next day she call me and asked if I had come home to grab something. I told her that I didn't come home..and I asked her why. She told me that when she woke up her batt. on her phone was half dead. She had it charging the whole night. And also the computer was shut off and one of my desk drawer was open. I kinda knew something was a mist but I didn't want to admit it.
I told her that IDK. Maybe the power glitched and about the drawer.. maybe you pushed the chair onto the drawer and when you left it turned and the door came loose..
Funny thing was I had a weird feeling about that night... I'm beginning to think that, that night my FIL came to visit us. But I wasn't home.. IDK.
For those who know of my stories I kinda have those vibes.. And when somethings a mist..

Anyways later on the week I asked if my wife's been calling  her dad's name? she said no.. About the batt. I know that when a entity enter our vortex it must some how gather some kind of energy. therefore the phone batt went low, even if it's charging.. Of course I could be wrong.. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 01, 2011, 11:01:32 PM
it's good to see more people are getting into this forum and share their stories/experiences . . .  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on August 02, 2011, 02:17:07 PM
My mom said that during the Vietnam war when her family was hiding in the jungle for months, some of the men would sneak back into the war torned village for utensils, salt, etc. Upon reaching the village, they would hear people and kids playing around and talking about. But when they go in the village, it's a dead ass ghost town. They would check all the huts and not a single person in sight. Since the Vietcong did shoot up and burned the village, it must be the ghosts that lived on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on August 04, 2011, 01:00:12 AM
heard this from a friend...this hmoob lady always goes gardening alone even when it was getting late...so one late afternoon around 5 or 6 the lady

was pretty much alone and driving towards or out of the garden (forgot which one) and she saw another lady wearing those thai/lao wrapped dress

walking on the side of the road...she didn't think much of it until she got a little closer to the lady and that lady turned and walked into the corn

field...she slowly drove pass the section of where the lady walked off to but didn't see anyone in sight...she quickly looked away as she knew what

she saw...from that day on she never went to the garden alone...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moscato on August 04, 2011, 10:46:57 AM
When I had my first daughter, She would cry 3-4x a night.. I would always have to wake up and get her milk. This one time as I was getting up to get her a bottle in the kitchen I saw this black shadow went by really fast pass our bedroom door. I figured maybe it was my mil since her room was next to ours.. But I thought, what the heck - its 3 in the morning; what is she doing up. I didn't think much so I went to the kitchen; the lights were off.. I checked in the living room and the lights were off also; I turned the lights on and no one was there. I thought hrmm, weird.. Didn't think much of it and went back to the room.. This happened twice while I was on my monthly chicken diet with my first daughter. Dunno what I saw those times but thank goodness I didn't see it anymore.. Could be my eyes playing tricks on me since I was so exhausted.. maybe.. maybe not..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on August 04, 2011, 03:04:00 PM
I don't remember if I told this one but oh well....My cousin told me this one....

My girl cousin moved out to college and her room was pretty much empty. Her two brother shared a room before she moved out and so the younger brother decides to take over the vacant room. Nothing strange happening in that first couple of nights. One night he had a freaky dream but felt so real. He was laying in bed half asleep with his phone next to his pillow. All of a sudden he heard like plastic rustling next to him. He opened his eyes and saw a tall shadowy figure at the foot of the bed. All of a sudden he couldn't move. He kept fighting and struggling but still couldn't move. He then calmed down and started wiggling his toes and in seconds he started to feel his body moving again. He woke up all sweating and wanted to jump out of bed and run to the other room but then he felt someone or something grabbed a hold of his feet and was dragging him to the foot of the bed. He struggled and was able to jump up and run to sleep with his brother for the night. He says no one's willing to sleep in that room anymore except for when his sister comes home. My girl cousin also tells me that when she use to sleep in the room she would always get sit on that's why even til this day she doesn't sleep with the light off because whatever that thing was, followed her to her new place.

This one happened to the same guy cousin...
He was playing game in his room, door closed. His older brother comes in and grabbed something and went back to the living room leaving a crack to the door. 20 min into his game, he heard a dragging sound from the hallway. Thinking it was his brother, he went back to playing game. He then heard it again, only it sounded like it was getting closer. He stopped the game and went to check it out. When he opened the door, the carpet to the bathroom entrance was laying about 4 feet to his room. He was like wtf. He went to the living room to ask his brother if he heard anything but discovered that he was sleeping. He got freaked out and stayed in the living room til his parents came home.
 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on August 04, 2011, 03:20:41 PM
I also don't remember if I told this one....Happene d to my sister in her first apartment...

My sister was going to college and living with two of my other cousin. This was a two bed rm apt so my sister shared with one of the cousin while the other cousin took the other room. One day the cousin my sis shared room with was in the kitchen cooking. In the middle of cooking she heard the front door opened and closed and said she saw the back of a lady with long black hair walk into their room and thought it was my sister. After cooking she went in to the bedroom to ask my sister if she wanted to eat but when she went in no one was around. She checked the closet, bathroom even the living room but no one was in sight. I don't know what she did after wards but if it was me, I would've instantly gotten out of the house. That apt always had an eerie feeling every time we went and spend the night with them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on August 04, 2011, 05:49:16 PM
When I had my first daughter, She would cry 3-4x a night.. I would always have to wake up and get her milk. This one time as I was getting up to get her a bottle in the kitchen I saw this black shadow went by really fast pass our bedroom door. I figured maybe it was my mil since her room was next to ours.. But I thought, what the heck - its 3 in the morning; what is she doing up. I didn't think much so I went to the kitchen; the lights were off.. I checked in the living room and the lights were off also; I turned the lights on and no one was there. I thought hrmm, weird.. Didn't think much of it and went back to the room.. This happened twice while I was on my monthly chicken diet with my first daughter. Dunno what I saw those times but thank goodness I didn't see it anymore.. Could be my eyes playing tricks on me since I was so exhausted.. maybe.. maybe not..

the condition of your baby could've been what is called baby colic -- it happens to many infants. your eyes were just adjusting from dark to light, or from light to dark, environments as per the perception "rule" such as when the pupils dilate/constrict -- there is a Thai horror movie inspired by this called Colic, if you want to check it out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 04, 2011, 10:00:56 PM
Speaking about baby that cry like that... I just remember. Back in Laos, my cousin would cry all day and night. The name that he has now...was not the name that was giving to him as an infant. My mom would tell me that. The name that was giving to him as an infant.. he would cry all day and night. And there would be like a bird of some kind out of this world, that would cry along with him every time the sun raises or fall. After a long while it was said that he didn't like the name that was giving to him. And then my OG's changed his name and he stop crying...
That's why when giving baby names. you have to choose carefully..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moscato on August 05, 2011, 09:55:37 AM
the condition of your baby could've been what is called baby colic -- it happens to many infants. your eyes were just adjusting from dark to light, or from light to dark, environments as per the perception "rule" such as when the pupils dilate/constrict -- there is a Thai horror movie inspired by this called Colic, if you want to check it out.

Cool - I'll look into it. Yeah, I figured my baby was prolly colic.. She only cried during at night tho.. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 06, 2011, 10:40:24 PM
Back than, two boy were watching cattle near their parents' garden. It was a fine day so far 'til they were coming back to the garden house around noon. All the cows cross this little small creek except one . . . and one boy were on front leading and the other one at the back on guard. The boy at the back yelled out to the boy at the back "hurry, what's the hold up?" . . . the boy at the back yelled back in fear "nws mooooooooo tsis tau".

 >:D LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on August 07, 2011, 10:01:15 PM
Is it true upon Hmong beliefs when someone dies inside a house; their spirit haunts the place because it still thinks their family is still living in there? I had a friend of mine moved to a new place not too long ago. I asked him why. He told me that it was haunted. Before he lived there a Hmong elderly woman died in the house of natural causes. The previous family moved out of that house as soon as possible after her death. He mention that he can hear an old lady crying downstairs, the kitchen smell commonly filled with fresh rice that has just been fully cooked even though he cooked meals with a strong scent such as frying meats. During early in the morning dishes rambles while the water is running on its own as someone is washing the dishes. While he is sleeping something blows clouds of smoke or cold air into his face. When taking pictures of his sons & daughters beside them is an old lady Hmong wearing the traditional clothes.
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No, it's not always true. My grandpa passed away in our house & we never saw, heard, or encountered anything supernatural at all. I guess it just depends on the family & its history. If koj ntsev neeg muaj dab then yes, it'll happen.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on August 09, 2011, 11:19:04 PM
This happened recently to my sister:

Her friends were finally having a hangout night before college starts and these newly graduates would be going their own ways in the amazing adventure of college life. Her best friend was having this chill out at his house which is like a 10min walk from our house. Since it was 9 p.m. my sister wanted my mom and me to drop her off because we were going to Wal-Mart anyways. Shortly, after she arrived at her friend’s home, all her friends decided to play tag in the dark. Wth right? She said that they wanted to be kids for one last time before they start off as young adults.

So, while some of the friends were tagging around, my sister, her best friend and her other girlfriend (let’s call her Kathy) were just standing outside of the garage watching everyone else.  Kathy had parked her car across the street in the garage parking space of that house because NO ONE lived in that house. As my sister and her two friends were carried away conversating, Kathy noticed that the house across the street (the one with no resident, where her car is at) had the living room lights on. She turned to my sister’s best friend and asked him, “hey, are you sure no one is living in that house? Because the lights are on in the living room?†He replied, “uh, yeah I forgot to tell you that someone moved in.† Kathy then said, “I should move my car because I’m embarrassed now that I parked in their space.†The best friend then said, “no, don’t. I was just kidding, no one lives there.†Kathy replied, “then why is the light on in the living room then?â€

The whole time Kathy and the best friend were discussing about the house across the street, my sister kept turning to look at the house. During the time when all three of them noticed the lights in the living room of the house across the street, my sister saw two guys standing next to Kathy’s car. She clearly remember s one  individual was in a white T, his head was bent downward towards Kathy’s car, as if he was wondering whose car was in his driveway and the other individual was in all black. Since she wears glasses (she didn’t have them on that night) her vision was kind of blurred but she would keep turning her head to stare at them, all the while squinting her eyes to better her vision. While the two friends were talking about whether Kathy should move her car or not and the best friend who kept insisting Kathy that no one really lives in that house so she could stop fretting about her car when my sister interfered into their conversation and said, “are you SURE that no one is living in that house? Because there’s two people who’s standing by Kathy’s car. I think you should move it because I don’t think they like the fact that you parked there.â€

----- the scary part that would stop you in your tracks----Kathy turns and take one look at the house across the street and her car and said to my sister, “What are you talking about? There’s no one there, don’t scare me.†Then, my sister turned back to see if she was just seeing things…sure enough the two individuals was still standing next to Kathy’s vehicle staring at them…then she kept squinting at the two individuals and they turned into a bush. She then turned back to her two friends and told them, “oh, uh JUST KIDDING. I didn’t mean to scare you Kathy, I don’t have my glasses on, it’s nothing..just a bush.†Then, everyone decided to stop playing and go back into the best friend’s house. While everyone was going back inside, Kathy turns around to look at the house across the street one last time and said, “LOOK! The living room lights went out.†Everyone just went inside but my sister knew that what she saw was two men. How can a bush have a white shirt on? She really saw two individuals standing next to Kathy’s car, but being the brave girl she is…she just left it as that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Venuz on August 10, 2011, 10:57:00 AM
These are some really interesting stories, please do share more  >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 10, 2011, 10:07:01 PM
I have one more story. But I'm gonna change the setting a bit. To protect my buddy's ID.
Speaking about family member passing on inside the house. My buddy's older brother was diagnosis with a rare cancer in the head. All the families could do was watch him wither away. Cause he couldn't eat. Every night they can hear foot steps running back and forth in the attic. And when his brother was on his death bed. The foot steps were ever louder. Almost like some one was living in there. The families that lived in there were scare to live in there cause they don't know what the foot steps are or who's making the noise.

And when the people came to watch the night thingy, they too can hear it. A lot of them people were scare too. But they were relatives so they had to stay no matter what. I went to help watch with them but I didn't hear it.. Maybe I'm going deaf or I just couldn't hear it. Of course I went home earlier like around 10-11 pm. So maybe I just lucked out. LOL.  It went on all the way up to his burial day. After that they moved out of the house. I didn't even know that it was happening until he told me.

Man, I just lucked out. Of course he told me like a year after it happened.
Everything is true to what happened. Just the people had changed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Li Mhong on August 13, 2011, 05:56:27 AM
Alright his is not A Hmong Ghost Story, But I thought I should Share it.
Just had a Dream about a Zombie apocalypse.
Now....I hope Science Doesn't Mess up.
It was the most Hellish Dream I ever had in Years.
It started out with Me, My Lil Bro, My Sister, and My brother in Law.
It was Dark, and Sprinkling a little. We were in a Truck Getting ready to go, and I had a Gun with me. We started walking on the Road, Surrounded by Garbage and Broken Cars. That's when we Found a Long long Stair to a Barn. When we got to the Top, My brother in Law Decided to Check the Barn. Just when he Reached the Entrance to the Barn, a Zombie Came out of no Where and Took my Bro in Law. Then a Large Group of Zombies Come Running Towards us...
Me, my Sister, and my lil Bro Ran Down the Stairs and I looked back and Saw that there was too much too kill and they were Fast as Hell. My Sister and Lil Bro were Behind me So I let them Passed and I Started Shooting away. The gun did seem to Effect the Zombies, So I just Ran Down, and Only saw My Lil Bro, And I told him to Run. I pointed the Gun to my Head, And Oh my God, it took a Whole Clip just to Kill me...That was the most Confusing part.
This was Only Part 1. I will Continue Later
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 13, 2011, 09:51:06 PM


Alright his is not A Hmong Ghost Story, But I thought I should Share it.
Just had a Dream about a Zombie apocalypse.
Now....I hope Science Doesn't Mess up.
It was the most Hellish Dream I ever had in Years.
It started out with Me, My Lil Bro, My Sister, and My brother in Law.
It was Dark, and Sprinkling a little. We were in a Truck Getting ready to go, and I had a Gun with me. We started walking on the Road, Surrounded by Garbage and Broken Cars. That's when we Found a Long long Stair to a Barn. When we got to the Top, My brother in Law Decided to Check the Barn. Just when he Reached the Entrance to the Barn, a Zombie Came out of no Where and Took my Bro in Law. Then a Large Group of Zombies Come Running Towards us...
Me, my Sister, and my lil Bro Ran Down the Stairs and I looked back and Saw that there was too much too kill and they were Fast as Hell. My Sister and Lil Bro were Behind me So I let them Passed and I Started Shooting away. The gun did seem to Effect the Zombies, So I just Ran Down, and Only saw My Lil Bro, And I told him to Run. I pointed the Gun to my Head, And Oh my God, it took a Whole Clip just to Kill me...That was the most Confusing part.
This was Only Part 1. I will Continue Later

Sounds like Resident Evil the movie.  Hahaha...maybe you watched too much zombie movies and your brain brought you into that world.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 14, 2011, 08:32:46 PM
(ex. if you are going to use the "he" second-person POV then stick to it and try not to replace it with the "she" 2nd person POV... so on... )

Not to be an ass but both "he" and "she" are 3rd person. 1st person is "I" 2nd person is "you" 3rd person is "he/she/it"

Anyway still making my way through these stories. Just got back from my trip to Alaska. Although I didn't experience anything, my uncle says he saw a bigfoot while we were grouse hunting/atv-ing. Apparently my cousin's old house is haunted too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 14, 2011, 11:59:45 PM
Here is a super scary story.  

Once upon a time in Laos, there was a couple farming and then the husband asked the wife niam Tong if she loved him and she said yeah.  She said " You and I loved each other every much and what would you do if one of us die'  Then  the husband reply " If you one of us died, then we would miss each other so much"  Then a year later the wife died.  The funeral was held in a straw house and there were no lights at night so people had to burn wood to lit the house up, but it was still dark outside of the fire place.  They did the funeral on the first night.  The person who did the leading the dead to the origin was doing his thing, then suddenly saw that the wife Tong was not on her horse or strap any more.  He got spook and turned his head to look at where the meat was and there she was.  The dead wife tong was eating raw meat and she turned and stared at him laugh " Hayyyy. Hayyyy, hay"  OMG!. He was so scared but he couln't say anything because he was afraid that she would get him.  So he just went back to doing his thing knowing he is scared shit.  His world turned upside down and time seen to be going so slow.  So he took out a main person in charge of the funeral out side and told him to look at the dead women's horse or strap.  they went inside and they proceeded do their own the leading the dead person ritual and then the main person looked at the horse and she was not there.  He looked at the corner and then there she was.  She was eating and looking at them with oil and blood dripping on her face.  The dead wife looked up and stared at them.  OMG!...they both were so scared , but there was nothing they can do.  Nobody seem to notice anything wierd and were just focusing on their card games.  They both said they were going to leave home because they were so scared, then they ran towards the door.  But then the dead wife ran to stopped them.  She said " if you guys are going to leave and not finished my funeral service then i will follow you home and haunt you".  The she went back to the horse bed with meat oil and blood stain on her face. OMG!..they don't know what to do.  If they run, they will be follow, if they tell others, then people will run and the dead wife will haunt them also.  So the two guys told the husband to go cry for his dead wife because he hasn't done so.  So the husband goes to the horse bed and cry for her but doesn't seem to notice anything.  The room was semi dark too, so the husband couldn't see her face clearly and maybe the ghost made others see her as a clean person so noone seem to notice.

The the second day comes and noone seems to notice all the oil and blood stains her face and people came and go.  People cooked and clean but noone seem to notice the dead wife tong with a face fulled to stains.  Then night come and evrything that had happen on the first night happened again.  The two guys are the only ones to see the dead wife getting up and eating again.  OMG. they were so scared but there was nothing to do.  The husband did not notice anything and no one was looking at the dead wife.  The wife tong probbaly made people not noticing her unless they really focus on her then they could see her.  Then the two guys got the laughed again " Hay, Hay, Hayy..." Scared shit they were.  They couldn't wait for the night to be over with.  The they manage to survived and the third day comes.  The third day was the day of people bring offerings and people came and brough food and say their last good-byes.  The first person went to her horse and say his good-bye to wife tong, then suddenly she opened her eyes and winked at him.  He jumped said she winked at him.  Another person in charge said, stop joking, she is dead.  Then the second person comes and the same thing happens again.  The man in charge said stopped lying.  Then he goes up and "winked winked at him.  He screamed and everyone in the house ran out.  Noone was left in the house.  Even the husband packed and left asap.  That day the whole village packed and left.  Noone stayed behind except for the dead wife tong. 

TBC.....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 15, 2011, 12:08:43 AM

Sounds like Resident Evil the movie.  Hahaha...maybe you watched too much zombie movies and your brain brought you into that world.
I think too many COD zombie. LOL I had those, but unlike yours. I played too many COD zombie games..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 15, 2011, 12:19:03 AM
Hey UNlimited,
The story is so fuken scary.
Let me ask you something.  During the NY did anyone see Tou and mai playing ball toss or talking to each other.  Could it be that Mai was a real teen who died of illiness and was into the chatting in PC.  Can any one confirm that Tou was with Mai at the NY or was Tou by himself but though he was with MAI.

Damn so scary.  I would like to know if you can answer my questions because I have heard of similar stories about a girl  talking to the dead guy and  Noone could see him nor hear him.  She would talk to her guy friend the minute she leave home to school AND after school only.  she later converted to christinaity after shamanism failed.  She was saved.

Hey unlimited  i think someone in here wrote a story similar to yours but it was a little different.  When i have time i will recall the story on here.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 15, 2011, 12:24:11 AM
Unlimited,
Shyt your story scare the crap outta me.. Please do tell more. It's being a while since we all had a really good ghost story to read..
BTW. good grammar and spelling. Helps a lot for a long story.  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 15, 2011, 12:48:16 AM
This one is about my best buddy's BIL and his step brother. They were heading out of town or something like that. So it was getting late and they found one of those Motel place off the Hi-way.  As they were a sleep. They felt like someone or thing was shaking the bed all night and they both got scare and jump out of the bed. They both didn't sleep that night. And when morning came they went to return the key at the front desk. The step bother asked the clerk "did someone died in the room they were in or knows of it"? The clerk said " yeah this one guy had a heart attack 2days ago in that room while he was a sleep on the bed, no one knew that. When morning came the cleaning person opened the door and found the dead man on the bed..".

After that they drove off. And was talking about what had happen. They both came to the same conclusion" perhaps they were sleeping on top of the dead person".
So be aware of Motels. You never know who died on the bed. And also in the Hospital beds too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 15, 2011, 02:02:09 AM
Finally finished the rest, good read. After comparing it all I see that we hmong ppl have the most encounters with these type of "ghosts." Counting down from the least common to the most common:

#10: A trick is being played on people in a hmong village, when they set a trap they catch (or almost catch) a tiger or poj txoog.

#9: While hunting/camping overnight, the men encounter things that move bushes and rustle cars meanwhile they have strange dreams that night. Needless to say when they got home they changed their underwear.

#8: Our friend is sensative to the spirit world. When he comes back from using the bathroom he asks, "who's that girl crying in the corner?"  o_0

#7: Mr. OG in his prime went walkin' at night to see his lady and to get some. On the road he thought he got lucky when he met a cutie crying. When he asked her to turn around so he could see those purdy eyes, she had no face. He too had to change his pants.

#6: A boy went a swimmin' and he did get taken away by zaj who like young boys.

#5: This guy was making out with his girl when his cell rang. The girl's dad was on the line and was like, "stop messing with my little girl!" The guy says to girl, "tell your dad to chill." She says, "my dad died 3 years ago"... Who was phone?

#4: Person chats up a person of opposite sex online. Problem is, no one else can see the said person. If the main character is male; he gets his name changed and everything is alright: if main character is female: she abandons family and is taken away by handsome pale skin smooth korean-look-alike ghost.

#3: Driving at night from the casino after losing $1000 a couple sees a ghost with a flowing white dress walking on the side of the road. They were so scared that the drove into a ditch. That's what they tell the insurance agent when they went to claim the full coverage.

#2: Foolish family moves into house without checking its death record. Before long the kids are playing hide-n-seek with an invisible meeka kid, the husband notices long hair in the bathroom, and the moms pots n pans are littered on the floor. Damn meeka need to stop hanging themselves in their houses!

And finally, the number one holy grail of hmong scary stories. The one which everyone has had at least someone they know happen to them. The scariest of all stories

#1: The newlywed wife is left alone after her husband leaves for work. But wait! He comes back, but she is too sleepy to open her eyes, and that's when it happens. A fat ghost decides to make her his sofa while he watches some ghost oprah. He finally notices her when she kicks him off, although he apoligizes repeatedly, it's not like she can hear or see him. Plus, *nws hlig dlau to say apolig-i-ya, nws hlig dlauuuuu*

Sorry if I offended anyone, this post is meant to be for entertainment purposes only and also to help you guys sleep at night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dr3ambab3e on August 15, 2011, 04:02:13 PM
o0ooooo...scar y.....more please!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 16, 2011, 05:57:44 PM
Not hmong, but one of my favorite creepy pastas:

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn't either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.
"Are you Sarah O'Bannon?" Harold asked.
"Yes!" The muffled voice asserted.
"You were born on September 17, 1827?"
"Yes!"
"The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857."
"No, I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!"
"Sorry about this, ma'am," Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. "But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain't alive no more, and you ain't comin' up."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 16, 2011, 06:00:16 PM
Another while I'm at it:

When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.

There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.
The doctor said, "That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?"
The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, "Something like this?"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 16, 2011, 06:29:12 PM
One of my favorites:

"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness — it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 16, 2011, 09:43:36 PM
Roc,
Sometimes I wonder if your stories are made up or for real. You do have some sort of wild imagination and maybe it's true but the way you tell your stories kinda sound cheesey. If you know what I mean.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 17, 2011, 12:44:50 AM
Lol I said in the first post, these are just creepy pastas, AKA white people fictional stories. Kinda like those 'Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" books. As for real supernatural experiences, what I hear is what I get. I'm pretty big hearted and I just like scary stories for fun. To tell you the truth, I actually can't believe in ghosts the way we think of them. Enough about me though, bring on the scary stories!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on August 17, 2011, 01:24:53 AM
Here's one my girlfriend told me;

When her mom was still in thailand they had to walk about a half a mile to get water every morning. She said there was one day when she went to get water and she saw the trees shaking. When she looked up there she saw something that looked like a monkey but it had a long tongue sticking out and it was looking right at her. She ran all the way back without getting water for the day.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 17, 2011, 05:03:29 PM
Unlimited,
Your camping story about the dark figure with it's hand resting on it's hip or something like that. Reminded me of that time I saw, what I thought was my Auntie on the stairs looking at me.. I can still remember that dark emptiness outline figure.. like it was yesterday.. Never call them ghost out to meet you or play with you..Yikes But being so young I truly thought that it was my Aunt checking up on me and my uncle. After reading all these stories I now know that what I saw was what most of you ppl out there saw.
However do tell us more.... Let's keep this thread going....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: A7X on August 18, 2011, 12:18:11 AM
My mom told me this story about her and my aunt back when she was around 10 years old in Laos. My grandparents sold chickens at the market and would get up early to get their stand ready and my moms aunt would wake them up later in the morning to go help out my grandparents. This morning like usual, they heard their aunt call their names and still half asleep, they both woke up and went outside. Once outside tho they realize it was still way too early in morning, it was still partially dark out and nobody was up yet. They didn't think much of this and decided they'd go use the bathroom and come back to bed. My mom was done first and was on her way back to their house. She explained how their house was raised with an open bottom for storage and what not. Anyways she said as she walked up the stairs from the corner of her eye she could make out someone sitting on a pile of logs underneath their house. As she stopped to get a closer look she said it was a dark figure sitting hunched over with long hair. Realizing what she just saw, she darted up the stairs and went back to bed immediately. A few minutes later my aunt finally made it back to bed and asked my mom why she didn't wait up for her. My mom then told her what she encountered on her way back and they both came to the conclusion that whoever called their names that morning wasn't their aunt but was someone or something else mimicking their aunt.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 18, 2011, 12:26:07 AM
Pure noob,
I'm still waiting to read some of your camping trip ghost stories.. when ever you are ready.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 19, 2011, 10:17:06 PM
A long time ago, there was a young man named Tou who went to another village to see his girlfriend.  He and his gf mai were great lovers and he told her he would be back in after the war.  The next day, she was sleeping and a ghost  appear out of forest and knock on her wall.  He said he was Tou and sounded just like him.  She asked him, why did he come when he said he was gone to the war, but then her love insisted she ask no more.  Before long the ghost has caught a hold of mai's spirit and she was getting sicker and pale.  One day the ghost tricked Mai to come with him the next day and live with him forever.  She said yes and the next day while picking water.  He came and called her name.  She gave him her shirst and insist that she wait for her parents to come home first.  Then she ran home and when she got home.  He became ill with a stomache and died in a sudden.
This was the time period when people didn't live close to each other and Mai's house was far away from the other villages so when she died.  Her parents did her funeral and some uncles went to call for Tou to come from the battlefield.  Well the funeral was supposed to be held when all the relatives came but due to the hauntings they did her funeral quick.  Mai was lying on her horse and then she got up to grabbed the chicken and ate it.  There were about 12 people but only had like 3 wisemen to take care of the problem.  Well Mai kept on waking up and opening her eyes and her family got scared.  Everyone left her house and went to sleep at Mai's uncle house which is next door.  Then the sun came down and everyone was sitting around the fireplace afriad to go outside.  Then all in a sudden, they hear Mai walking outside making loud steps.  The steps came closer and closer to the uncle's house and then they hear a knock.  Mai woke up and call for them to open the door.  Mai's voice was not the same, it was mai, but her voice wasn't the same.  The uncle told Mai to die striaght and with a peaceful mind or esle he won't do her funeral.  Mai got mad and climbed the roof and made big noise outside the house.  The moon was shining and they could see mai outside the cracked wall. 
   There were two men who wanted to pee so they went outside to pee and saw that mai wasn't outside anymore.  The pee and pee then someone grabbed the young man's leg.  The two young men screamed and screamed then ran home.  Mai was on their trail and chasing after them.  The family was so scared and the Uncle told Mai to die striaght or esle he won't do her funeral.  Then the next day came and mai went back to sleep.  The uncle and the young men went to Mai's house and mai made a mess in the house.  Mai had ate the chicken, threw rice everywhere and her mai was in oil and blood.  The three men who went to get Tou came back and were told everything that had happen.  Then the wisemen and the uncle said for them to bury her quick before she comes back.  They took her to the buried site, but she kept on clinging to the bamboo on her way to the site.  They had to cut the bamboos and quickly buried her.  They came home and that night while everyone was sleeping.  They heard Mai coming and calling for them to open the door.  The family and relative all sleep in one house in fear of Mai's return.  So the Uncle told mai to leave or esle, but she did not want to.  The uncle took out his powder gun and aim at the door because Mai was trying to open the door.  Then sudden Mai opened the door and the uncle shot Mai.  Mai ran crying.  The next day, they got up and follow the blood trail.  It led them to Mai's body still wrapped in hmong clothes.  They buried her aagain and move away from that area. This is a true story in Laos.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on August 20, 2011, 12:23:35 AM
huh?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tOoLoVeLy on August 21, 2011, 01:12:26 PM
wow this thread has become pretty much dead!  :( well to make this thread alive again I think I'll share some of my ghost stories that happened to my family. really spooky stuff!  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tOoLoVeLy on August 21, 2011, 02:03:27 PM
This happened like 5 or 6 years ago when me and my family still lived in my old home. My little sister who at the time was 7 years old liked to play outside in our backyard by herself, so on this day she was playing and for some reason she said out loud "I wish I can be friends with the ghosts" (real stupid right?) anyways the next day at night around 8pm My mom always asked my little sister to massage her feet with this foot massage machine that we had. The thing was that the machine was outside in my dad's Big shed which he had turned into his computer office. Our backyard is pretty big so in order for you to get to the shed you had to walk across the yard and then we had this cement area where we parked our cars walk past that and then you'll end up at the shed.

We had two sheds (small one and big one) side by side with a space in between big enough to walk through. As my sister was walking toward the big shed the only light that she had to guide her way was the street light coming from the alley (we lived by an alley). As she was getting closer she had to walk in between the two parked cars (our van and toyota) just as she was almost going through something caught her eyes and she looked up to where the small area was in between the sheds and saw a little girl with LONG black covering her face just standing there. My little sister just froze and that's when that thing looked up at her and then ran out and then up toward the front of the van (which is in the opposite direction of my sister). She screamed and ran back inside our house. I heard her screamed too and that's when me and my other two sisters came out of our rooms and we'll like "what the heck are you screaming for?" she told us what she saw and we'll like "yeah right w/e!" we didn't believe her we thought she was just making it up or she was thinking too much and thought she saw something.  We didn't think much of it and was like w/e and went back to doing what we were doing before.

Then the next day My mom decided to go water her herbs outside. The creepy thing was her herbs were planted behind the small shed so you had to walk in between the two sheds in order to get to her herb garden (hint where my sister saw the scary little girl the night before). We were all inside the house when we heard my mom making a big commotion outside! so we went outside to see what was going on. One of my mom's herb plant was dead! Like I mean it was all wilted and it was black! and falling apart!  :o She was saying that it was weird that it was like that because the night before it was still green and it was looked fine and there was no bugs or anything on it! That's when we thought about it and told her what my little sis said she saw the night before. My mom and all of us got freaked out and just went back inside the house. She told us later on that she knew for sure what my little sis saw was a poj ntxoog. She then later on cut the plant off and just threw it away! (thinking about it still creeps me out)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tOoLoVeLy on August 21, 2011, 02:41:25 PM
This story is about my grandmother and it's kinda long so bear with me.

My grandma lived with her oldest son in fresno and she was disabled and she couldn't walk. From what I heard her son and his family didn't care for her and was always being f*ked up to her! and treating her in a messed up way. But of course whenever we went to visit them they will try to act all nice and what not. Anyways I heard that there was always scary and unexplained things happening around the house. A couple of the teens and younger kids in the house have told people that they seen shadows figures in the hallway and hear something playing with the dishes at night and sometimes they even see an old hmong lady in hmong clothes standing outside of my grandma's room like watching her or something. But I think a lot of the things that were happening were because of the way they were treating her(at least that what I think).

There were times when only one or two people were home and they would hear my grandma talking to someone in her room and when they go to check it out she'll be by herself. Sometimes they heard someone jumping on their beds and when they go see who it is there's no one there. There was this one creepy intention that happened that freaked them out (haha that's what they get). Since my grandma couldn't walk she had a wheelchair and a cane (which she keeps beside her at night) so when she needs someone's help she'll use her cane to knock on the wall to let them know that she needed help. Well there was this just one night she kept knocking because nobody came to help her.....so the older son heard it got mad and went to her room and started yelling at her, Mind you he was a big fat guy too he was like shut up and quit knocking on the wall can't you see that people are trying to sleep. So he took her cane threw it in her closet closed the door and went out and went back to sleep. Like an hour or so later they heard the knocking sound again. The fat guy got mad and went to see what it was when he got to my grandma's room she had the cane with her. He was like how did you get the cane and who gave it to you...My grandma said the little boy in the closet gave it to me. He got scared when he heard that and just left her room without saying anything else.


So after hearing all the stuff that was happening to my grandma my mom decided that she should come and live with us for a month or so. So my grandma came and lived with us and she slept with me in my room. Nothing ever happened in our house cause we had the house guardian spirit guarding the house but there was this one time when my grandma told my mother something kinda creepy. She said that the old hmong lady that they kept seeing in the other house was her older sister that died in thailand and she was trying to come and take her too but my grandma always told her that she didn't want to go with her. Anyways while she was living with us my grandma told my mother that she had a dream and in the dream her sister was outside our house trying to find a way to get in, when she was trying to come in through the doors my grandma said she saw our house guardian spirits come out and ask her "who are you?" what are you doing here you can't come in! this house is protected by us and then they chased her away with a hmong knife and she ran away screaming.


My grandma lived with us for a month or so and when it was time for her to go back home she was sad and crying and she told us that the time that she lived with us was the best time of all because we treated her with love and we never did anything mean or messed up to her.  But the reason why she couldn't live with us was because her older son got money for taking care of her and they didn't want to give up that money so there was nothing that we could do. My grandma was gone for like only almost a year when we got the news that she passed away. The day that my mom got the call she was crying a lot and we were all sad but then we didn't know what to say to my mother to comfort her either I guess we were all just shocked. But then like a week later we heard the real reason as to why she passed away and that made me pissed off. We heard that her older son and his wife decided to get rid of her once and for all so they went to thailand and hired a shaman to do some black magic so that the spirits can come and take her soul and that's why she passed away. Thinking about it now still makes me mad. Like if you didn't want to take care of her then you should have let her come to us instead of doing something this evil. But I guess they will get what's coming for them!


The reason why I said that is because a year later the day of her passing came around and we were all in our rooms playing games and doing our own thing and it was late too like around 12 am when my mother came out of her room and she was standing in front of our bedroom door (it was open) she was just standing there not saying anything. We look at her a few times like "OK that's weird what is she doing there just standing and not saying anything." So my younger sis was like "mom do you need something?" and she said "no I'm just looking at you guys playing." so we thought ok whatever  :idiot2: then out of nowhere my mom's like "do you mind if I sleep here for tonight?" We thought that was really weird cause my mother never does something like that EVER! but we were like ok sure no problem. Then the next morning my mom told us why she did that! She said that she was sleeping when she had a creepy/scary dream. She said that in the dream she saw my grandma in our house and that we were all together having fun and laughing and then it changed to her funeral day and that there were tons of people and there were people crying and you can hear the hmong drums and then everything became quiet. Like you can still see anyone and their all still moving but then she shouldn't hear anymore. Then out of nowhere she heard my grandma's voice like right next to her ears...she said "Why were you guys so mean to me?" "It wasn't even my time to go yet and you guys forced me to leave this earth" "I will come back for you all" "All the people who treated me bad and made me suffer..I will come back to get you!" that's when my mom woke up and she got really scared and that's why she came to sleep in our room! We don't go to fresno as much as we use too but I heard a few times that her older son and their family were falling apart. don't know if anything else bad happen to them since.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tOoLoVeLy on August 21, 2011, 03:31:03 PM
I'll tell more ghost stories later since I seem to be the only one in here...It's getting kinda boring being the only one here
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 21, 2011, 05:05:30 PM
This story is about my grandmother and it's kinda long so bear with me.

My grandma lived with her oldest son in fresno and she was disabled and she couldn't walk. From what I heard her son and his family didn't care for her and was always being f*ked up to her! and treating her in a messed up way. But of course whenever we went to visit them they will try to act all nice and what not. Anyways I heard that there was always scary and unexplained things happening around the house. A couple of the teens and younger kids in the house have told people that they seen shadows figures in the hallway and hear something playing with the dishes at night and sometimes they even see an old hmong lady in hmong clothes standing outside of my grandma's room like watching her or something. But I think a lot of the things that were happening were because of the way they were treating her(at least that what I think).

There were times when only one or two people were home and they would hear my grandma talking to someone in her room and when they go to check it out she'll be by herself. Sometimes they heard someone jumping on their beds and when they go see who it is there's no one there. There was this one creepy intention that happened that freaked them out (haha that's what they get). Since my grandma couldn't walk she had a wheelchair and a cane (which she keeps beside her at night) so when she needs someone's help she'll use her cane to knock on the wall to let them know that she needed help. Well there was this just one night she kept knocking because nobody came to help her.....so the older son heard it got mad and went to her room and started yelling at her, Mind you he was a big fat guy too he was like shut up and quit knocking on the wall can't you see that people are trying to sleep. So he took her cane threw it in her closet closed the door and went out and went back to sleep. Like an hour or so later they heard the knocking sound again. The fat guy got mad and went to see what it was when he got to my grandma's room she had the cane with her. He was like how did you get the cane and who gave it to you...My grandma said the little boy in the closet gave it to me. He got scared when he heard that and just left her room without saying anything else.


So after hearing all the stuff that was happening to my grandma my mom decided that she should come and live with us for a month or so. So my grandma came and lived with us and she slept with me in my room. Nothing ever happened in our house cause we had the house guardian spirit guarding the house but there was this one time when my grandma told my mother something kinda creepy. She said that the old hmong lady that they kept seeing in the other house was her older sister that died in thailand and she was trying to come and take her too but my grandma always told her that she didn't want to go with her. Anyways while she was living with us my grandma told my mother that she had a dream and in the dream her sister was outside our house trying to find a way to get in, when she was trying to come in through the doors my grandma said she saw our house guardian spirits come out and ask her "who are you?" what are you doing here you can't come in! this house is protected by us and then they chased her away with a hmong knife and she ran away screaming.


My grandma lived with us for a month or so and when it was time for her to go back home she was sad and crying and she told us that the time that she lived with us was the best time of all because we treated her with love and we never did anything mean or messed up to her.  But the reason why she couldn't live with us was because her older son got money for taking care of her and they didn't want to give up that money so there was nothing that we could do. My grandma was gone for like only almost a year when we got the news that she passed away. The day that my mom got the call she was crying a lot and we were all sad but then we didn't know what to say to my mother to comfort her either I guess we were all just shocked. But then like a week later we heard the real reason as to why she passed away and that made me pissed off. We heard that her older son and his wife decided to get rid of her once and for all so they went to thailand and hired a shaman to do some black magic so that the spirits can come and take her soul and that's why she passed away. Thinking about it now still makes me mad. Like if you didn't want to take care of her then you should have let her come to us instead of doing something this evil. But I guess they will get what's coming for them!


The reason why I said that is because a year later the day of her passing came around and we were all in our rooms playing games and doing our own thing and it was late too like around 12 am when my mother came out of her room and she was standing in front of our bedroom door (it was open) she was just standing there not saying anything. We look at her a few times like "OK that's weird what is she doing there just standing and not saying anything." So my younger sis was like "mom do you need something?" and she said "no I'm just looking at you guys playing." so we thought ok whatever  :idiot2: then out of nowhere my mom's like "do you mind if I sleep here for tonight?" We thought that was really weird cause my mother never does something like that EVER! but we were like ok sure no problem. Then the next morning my mom told us why she did that! She said that she was sleeping when she had a creepy/scary dream. She said that in the dream she saw my grandma in our house and that we were all together having fun and laughing and then it changed to her funeral day and that there were tons of people and there were people crying and you can hear the hmong drums and then everything became quiet. Like you can still see anyone and their all still moving but then she shouldn't hear anymore. Then out of nowhere she heard my grandma's voice like right next to her ears...she said "Why were you guys so mean to me?" "It wasn't even my time to go yet and you guys forced me to leave this earth" "I will come back for you all" "All the people who treated me bad and made me suffer..I will come back to get you!" that's when my mom woke up and she got really scared and that's why she came to sleep in our room! We don't go to fresno as much as we use too but I heard a few times that her older son and their family were falling apart. don't know if anything else bad happen to them since.

Oh....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 21, 2011, 05:06:08 PM
I'll tell more ghost stories later since I seem to be the only one in here...It's getting kinda boring being the only one here

PM me each time you've told your story, so I can come and read it. Thanks. I forget this forum now and then. I must be reminded of it. But I love to read about scary stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: tOoLoVeLy on August 21, 2011, 05:31:23 PM
sure no problem! but I also posted another story on pg. 183 the last post. Don't know if you read that yet or not.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on August 21, 2011, 08:55:08 PM
where does that family live in Fresno? I might know them....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 22, 2011, 12:26:31 AM
I'll tell more ghost stories later since I seem to be the only one in here...It's getting kinda boring being the only one here
Ha ha, some of your stories are freaky... I do know that when you treat the OG(s) bad, at their last life span or when it's getting to their time. they will cume back and huant you. That's why you have to respect them. Even if they wrong you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 22, 2011, 12:33:35 AM
Need more stories. Need a bed time horror story.
I know that there are more hmoob in PH with scary ghost stories.
But I think some of them too chicken to come in here and tell us.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 22, 2011, 01:19:58 AM
Dam, freaky, sad and above all else. FK up.. never go cheat on another men hoe. They'll hire someone to finish you off.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: azndoll on August 22, 2011, 01:40:58 AM
Hmong ghost story are scary... geesh... lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 22, 2011, 02:21:36 AM
This happened like 5 or 6 years ago when me and my family still lived in my old home. My little sister who at the time was 7 years old liked to play outside in our backyard by herself, so on this day she was playing and for some reason she said out loud "I wish I can be friends with the ghosts" (real stupid right?) anyways the next day at night around 8pm My mom always asked my little sister to massage her feet with this foot massage machine that we had. The thing was that the machine was outside in my dad's Big shed which he had turned into his computer office. Our backyard is pretty big so in order for you to get to the shed you had to walk across the yard and then we had this cement area where we parked our cars walk past that and then you'll end up at the shed.

We had two sheds (small one and big one) side by side with a space in between big enough to walk through. As my sister was walking toward the big shed the only light that she had to guide her way was the street light coming from the alley (we lived by an alley). As she was getting closer she had to walk in between the two parked cars (our van and toyota) just as she was almost going through something caught her eyes and she looked up to where the small area was in between the sheds and saw a little girl with LONG black covering her face just standing there. My little sister just froze and that's when that thing looked up at her and then ran out and then up toward the front of the van (which is in the opposite direction of my sister). She screamed and ran back inside our house. I heard her screamed too and that's when me and my other two sisters came out of our rooms and we'll like "what the heck are you screaming for?" she told us what she saw and we'll like "yeah right w/e!" we didn't believe her we thought she was just making it up or she was thinking too much and thought she saw something.  We didn't think much of it and was like w/e and went back to doing what we were doing before.

Then the next day My mom decided to go water her herbs outside. The creepy thing was her herbs were planted behind the small shed so you had to walk in between the two sheds in order to get to her herb garden (hint where my sister saw the scary little girl the night before). We were all inside the house when we heard my mom making a big commotion outside! so we went outside to see what was going on. One of my mom's herb plant was dead! Like I mean it was all wilted and it was black! and falling apart!  :o She was saying that it was weird that it was like that because the night before it was still green and it was looked fine and there was no bugs or anything on it! That's when we thought about it and told her what my little sis said she saw the night before. My mom and all of us got freaked out and just went back inside the house. She told us later on that she knew for sure what my little sis saw was a poj ntxoog. She then later on cut the plant off and just threw it away! (thinking about it still creeps me out)

Thanks. Just saw this piece. Very strange and scary...I hope your family did a ceremony to call your sister's spirit back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 22, 2011, 02:22:14 AM
Hmong ghost story are scary... geesh... lol.

Yes, especially if you tell with details of some red and green costumes...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on August 22, 2011, 02:23:02 AM
Need more stories. Need a bed time horror story.
I know that there are more hmoob in PH with scary ghost stories.
But I think some of them too chicken to come in here and tell us.

Saki Saki, when did you already become so brave? :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on August 22, 2011, 02:54:52 PM
unlimited
is that story from fresno??

i heard sumthing similar but it wasnt at a park
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 22, 2011, 03:23:39 PM
Ghost stories are best told around camp fires or fire places.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 22, 2011, 10:33:13 PM
Saki Saki, when did you already become so brave? :2funny:
lol i'm still a chicken ... Only brave if i don't encounter it myself.
Anyways. Either I'm thinking too much, or something. Cause when i went out to fish on the St Croix River. I thought I heard a lady laughing next to me. Now remember i was on a boat crusie'n. Up and down the river. Or maybe is was just the wind. Anyways, after a long day of nothing. We went up the river and i had my back turn away from the water and my buddies saw a huge splash next to the boat.  IDK if it had anything to do with what I heard that morning.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 23, 2011, 12:40:09 PM
No this was in Wisconsin.

Milwaukee Horrors
How long was this ago.  This is not that case where the Yang guy killed his wife in the car shop right because many claimed that the dead wife still haunts the car shop.  After the yang guys got locked up and the shop was reopened by a new Laos guy.  He was tortured and his balls were squeezed to the point that he had to closed up.  Then this africans owned it and don't know what happen.  The dead wife also haunts the house and at night when the sun goes down.  The kids would see little shadows and the mom come into the house.  They would get beat up by the ghosts and would have the bruises to show. If you guys want then I could go intol more details.

Then there is one case last year when the Yang guy shot the Lee guy in the drive way because of marital affair and because of the wife from Laos.  The laos girl didn't like her husband when she got to the states and wasnn't legally divorced.  The yang guy asked for some money from the Lee guy if he was going to take her, but the lee guy refused.  Then the Yang guy scout the place and BAM! BAM! The lee guy and his old mother drove into the driveway and was shot in the chest and died on the spot.  The mother had a heart attack, but survived.  The yang guy was locked up.  The story goes that when some friends of mine were drinking one day and thought about the lee guy.  They reminisced about him and say it would be nice if he was still here.  Then they heard the door bell rang.  They went to check but there was noone there.  Then it rang again.  They went to checked, but noone was there.  The everyone got up and left the house.

Then there is another story about the Hmong girl that got her neck broken by her white BF.  Story has that at the funeral, some people saw a girl that came out of nowhere and started mourning for the dead girl.  Then the girl disappeared.  she came into her mother's dream and told them to love her kids and for the other sisters to take care of her kids because the older sister would love the kids more.

More later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on August 23, 2011, 02:21:05 PM
keep it coming .. im bored at work
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 23, 2011, 03:20:07 PM
Wi_sweetguy,
Yo please tell more.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on August 23, 2011, 03:42:20 PM
No this was in Wisconsin.
oh ok, the one i heard was in fresno

from what i remember the guy was setup
he went to see the lady after she called to meet him or sumthing outside either her house or his by this convenient store
well when he went there he was shot and he died from his wounds
now.. i cant remember if he was shot in the face with a shot gun or in the stomach with a hand gun cause there is this other story were another guy got setup or ambushed and i cant remember which got hit where
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 23, 2011, 04:07:41 PM
O....kay... Let's try to stick to ghost stories. Here now. :knuppel2: :knuppel2: :knuppel2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 23, 2011, 04:43:33 PM
Since we are in the subject about cheaters. I got one.. IDK if I told this story yet.

Remember that Hmoob lady that got stab to death in her or his garage? From her ex hubby. BTW this happened in MN
Anyways the story was. After her death and the family moved out of the house. The house was rented out to some Hmong families. The first Hmong family that moved in didn't stay there long. It was said that the dead Hmong lady keeps on coming into the house and looking for food cause she was hungry.

The 2nd family that moved in said that in the garage. The dead Hmong lady lives in there and that no one dares to enter the garage. Also they see her standing by that pine tree or sitting down like she's wait for someone or thing.

I saw the house and man it looks freaky. With the rumors that I heard. I was hoping to not encounter any strange things while my buddies drove me by that house.
BTW, no one lives in there and the house is on for sale. Of course that was about 6 months ago.
Well I hope that it's not any of you ppl that is not living in that same house I just said.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on August 23, 2011, 05:35:08 PM
thats why you should always ask if anyone has died in the apt/home/condo you are going to inhabit

by law they have to tell you if you say its religious reasons

at least here in california
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 23, 2011, 06:09:02 PM
IDK about MN law, but if there was a death in the house they have to tell you out of respect of the home buyer. When I bought my house I asked my Agent to ask the home owner if there was a recent death or death in the house that they know of.  I also said if there was one and I was lie to, then I will move out A-SAP. cause you have a 1 day after sell to refund your money. Or was it a week. I couldn't remember.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on August 25, 2011, 12:48:21 PM
Milwaukee Horrors
How long was this ago.  This is not that case where the Yang guy killed his wife in the car shop right because many claimed that the dead wife still haunts the car shop.  After the yang guys got locked up and the shop was reopened by a new Laos guy.  He was tortured and his balls were squeezed to the point that he had to closed up.  Then this africans owned it and don't know what happen.  The dead wife also haunts the house and at night when the sun goes down.  The kids would see little shadows and the mom come into the house.  They would get beat up by the ghosts and would have the bruises to show. If you guys want then I could go intol more details.

Then there is one case last year when the Yang guy shot the Lee guy in the drive way because of marital affair and because of the wife from Laos.  The laos girl didn't like her husband when she got to the states and wasnn't legally divorced.  The yang guy asked for some money from the Lee guy if he was going to take her, but the lee guy refused.  Then the Yang guy scout the place and BAM! BAM! The lee guy and his old mother drove into the driveway and was shot in the chest and died on the spot.  The mother had a heart attack, but survived.  The yang guy was locked up.  The story goes that when some friends of mine were drinking one day and thought about the lee guy.  They reminisced about him and say it would be nice if he was still here.  Then they heard the door bell rang.  They went to check but there was noone there.  Then it rang again.  They went to checked, but noone was there.  The everyone got up and left the house.

Then there is another story about the Hmong girl that got her neck broken by her white BF.  Story has that at the funeral, some people saw a girl that came out of nowhere and started mourning for the dead girl.  Then the girl disappeared.  she came into her mother's dream and told them to love her kids and for the other sisters to take care of her kids because the older sister would love the kids more.

More later.

please tell more about the yang man who killed his wife in the auto shop. my husband always bring his car to them to get fixed. met them several times. was shock cant believe he did  that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on August 25, 2011, 12:51:51 PM
thats why you should always ask if anyone has died in the apt/home/condo you are going to inhabit

by law they have to tell you if you say its religious reasons

at least here in california

like their gonna tell...they want people to buy the house, so for them to tell if people had died i doubt it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on August 25, 2011, 01:17:26 PM
This story is about my grandmother and it's kinda long so bear with me.

My grandma lived with her oldest son in fresno and she was disabled and she couldn't walk. From what I heard her son and his family didn't care for her and was always being f*ked up to her! and treating her in a messed up way. But of course whenever we went to visit them they will try to act all nice and what not. Anyways I heard that there was always scary and unexplained things happening around the house. A couple of the teens and younger kids in the house have told people that they seen shadows figures in the hallway and hear something playing with the dishes at night and sometimes they even see an old hmong lady in hmong clothes standing outside of my grandma's room like watching her or something. But I think a lot of the things that were happening were because of the way they were treating her(at least that what I think).

There were times when only one or two people were home and they would hear my grandma talking to someone in her room and when they go to check it out she'll be by herself. Sometimes they heard someone jumping on their beds and when they go see who it is there's no one there. There was this one creepy intention that happened that freaked them out (haha that's what they get). Since my grandma couldn't walk she had a wheelchair and a cane (which she keeps beside her at night) so when she needs someone's help she'll use her cane to knock on the wall to let them know that she needed help. Well there was this just one night she kept knocking because nobody came to help her.....so the older son heard it got mad and went to her room and started yelling at her, Mind you he was a big fat guy too he was like shut up and quit knocking on the wall can't you see that people are trying to sleep. So he took her cane threw it in her closet closed the door and went out and went back to sleep. Like an hour or so later they heard the knocking sound again. The fat guy got mad and went to see what it was when he got to my grandma's room she had the cane with her. He was like how did you get the cane and who gave it to you...My grandma said the little boy in the closet gave it to me. He got scared when he heard that and just left her room without saying anything else.


So after hearing all the stuff that was happening to my grandma my mom decided that she should come and live with us for a month or so. So my grandma came and lived with us and she slept with me in my room. Nothing ever happened in our house cause we had the house guardian spirit guarding the house but there was this one time when my grandma told my mother something kinda creepy. She said that the old hmong lady that they kept seeing in the other house was her older sister that died in thailand and she was trying to come and take her too but my grandma always told her that she didn't want to go with her. Anyways while she was living with us my grandma told my mother that she had a dream and in the dream her sister was outside our house trying to find a way to get in, when she was trying to come in through the doors my grandma said she saw our house guardian spirits come out and ask her "who are you?" what are you doing here you can't come in! this house is protected by us and then they chased her away with a hmong knife and she ran away screaming.


My grandma lived with us for a month or so and when it was time for her to go back home she was sad and crying and she told us that the time that she lived with us was the best time of all because we treated her with love and we never did anything mean or messed up to her.  But the reason why she couldn't live with us was because her older son got money for taking care of her and they didn't want to give up that money so there was nothing that we could do. My grandma was gone for like only almost a year when we got the news that she passed away. The day that my mom got the call she was crying a lot and we were all sad but then we didn't know what to say to my mother to comfort her either I guess we were all just shocked. But then like a week later we heard the real reason as to why she passed away and that made me pissed off. We heard that her older son and his wife decided to get rid of her once and for all so they went to thailand and hired a shaman to do some black magic so that the spirits can come and take her soul and that's why she passed away. Thinking about it now still makes me mad. Like if you didn't want to take care of her then you should have let her come to us instead of doing something this evil. But I guess they will get what's coming for them!


The reason why I said that is because a year later the day of her passing came around and we were all in our rooms playing games and doing our own thing and it was late too like around 12 am when my mother came out of her room and she was standing in front of our bedroom door (it was open) she was just standing there not saying anything. We look at her a few times like "OK that's weird what is she doing there just standing and not saying anything." So my younger sis was like "mom do you need something?" and she said "no I'm just looking at you guys playing." so we thought ok whatever  :idiot2: then out of nowhere my mom's like "do you mind if I sleep here for tonight?" We thought that was really weird cause my mother never does something like that EVER! but we were like ok sure no problem. Then the next morning my mom told us why she did that! She said that she was sleeping when she had a creepy/scary dream. She said that in the dream she saw my grandma in our house and that we were all together having fun and laughing and then it changed to her funeral day and that there were tons of people and there were people crying and you can hear the hmong drums and then everything became quiet. Like you can still see anyone and their all still moving but then she shouldn't hear anymore. Then out of nowhere she heard my grandma's voice like right next to her ears...she said "Why were you guys so mean to me?" "It wasn't even my time to go yet and you guys forced me to leave this earth" "I will come back for you all" "All the people who treated me bad and made me suffer..I will come back to get you!" that's when my mom woke up and she got really scared and that's why she came to sleep in our room! We don't go to fresno as much as we use too but I heard a few times that her older son and their family were falling apart. don't know if anything else bad happen to them since.

sorry about your grandmother... hope she rest in peace. so i mean what did you guys or did anyone do or say anything about the situation of the older son going to thailand trying to killed his mom? :-\ was justice brougt upon him or what??? did your mom say anything?? just can't let him get away with this. so is your grandma haunting them?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on August 25, 2011, 02:50:02 PM
like their gonna tell...they want people to buy the house, so for them to tell if people had died i doubt it.
if u ask, they have to tell
if not major lawsuit
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 26, 2011, 12:12:04 AM
Hey sexymomma,
here is from what I've heard.  The two brothers who owned the Fond du Lac Auto shop were good mechanics and were well known.  Their business was blooming, but the older yang guy was spending too much time at work and not enough time to be with his wife.  Well actually the marriage was already broken half way after they got the business going.  Well the wife of the yang guy works as a receptionist at the shop and somehow she met someone esle.  They filed for divorce but the yang guy couldn't let her ago.  So the wife moved out with the BF I think and then the wife came to pick up her check.  The yang guy told the Laos guy that was working there to leave home because there was no work, but really there was.  Then the wife came in and had her check in her hand, but she got more than her check.  She got a hammer to her head and A saw to saw her body into part.  The cousin of the Yang guy also helped and they package her in the wife's truck parked in the auto shop.  Days later and no sign of the girlfriend, the BF to the Yang guys's wife called and reported to the police.  The police went to the shop and discovered her body remains.  The yang guys got locked up and the yand husband then wrote many letter to the yang cousins that he shouldn't have killed her and it was a mistake.  Well after the wife died.  she haunted the shop and then the Laos guy who had worked for the yangs bought the place.  He was beat up by the ghost at night and his balls were squeeze.  Apparently, the dead wife must of though the Laos guy was involved too.  The dead wife haunted the laos' guy everynight until he couldn't take it anymore and quit the shop.  Then some african came and bought it.  Well the dead wife would come into the yang guys' house and haunt the house.  I think the yang guy has another wife or it was his cousin's house that was infested with ghost.  At night the dead wife would come with little shadows and run around the house.  When the kids and family go to sleep, then the ghosts beats them up. Well the dead wife was so mad she took the little shadows with her to hhurt the innocents.

more later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamchild on August 26, 2011, 08:38:11 PM
The Ghost who loved Ramen noodle... long story

Before I married my hubby he lived in an apartment with his 2 younger bros.  Every couple of days he would find an ripped opened packet of ramen noodle on the kitchen counter.  Opened but uneaten, and it would remain there until he finally threw it away and then a couple of days later he would find another opened packet.  He always thought it was one of his younger forgetful bros who was doing it.  They kept their ramen in a large rubber maid plastic drawer which had 2 drawers filled with other food and snacks in it. 

One day when me and the hubby were taking a "nap" i was half asleep when  I heard a male whisper loudly in my ear "Wake up!".   My hubby was clear on the other side of the bed.  It wasn't him and we were the only ones in the apartment at that thime.  Then I heard footsteps and the key turn in the front door it was one of the younger bro's!  I quickly got up and fixed myself up.   And sometimes when the hubby would watch tv late he would fall asleep on the couch and end up getting sat on.  I told him it was sleep paralysis but he always thought it was something supernatural.

One day his younger sister and BIL came to visit.  This was the first time they every came to visit him in this apartment.  They ended up spending a night.  His sister who was pregnant at the time slept on the floor and the BIL slept on the couch.  (Why they didn't let the pregnant lady sleep on the couch I don't know! It would've been more comfy)  My hubby's family is Christian but his BIL is shaman just to let you know.

Well early in the morning while the sun was just rising the BIL woke up and saw a male figure by the door.  He said it was shadowy but he could tell it was wearing something like a business suit.  The figure told him that he was sleeping in his spot.  The BIL was still kind of in a daze from waking up so he just told the ghost that he would move.  And the ghost told him No it was alright because he had to go to work soon but he would just take some of the ramen noodle with him and pointed to the plastic drawer with the ramen & snacks in it.   Then the ghost asked him "Who is that".  The BIL didn't know what the ghost meant but then saw his pregnant wife sleeping on the floor.  "That's my wife", he said.   The BIL doesn't remember much after that but he drifted back to sleep.   But I guess when the ghost had asked him about the pregnant wife it worried him.

Later he told my hubby and the bro's what happened and the part of the ramen.  And how he didn't even know they kept their ramen in the plastic drawer.  Everyone claimed they were not the one who was leaving the unopened ramen around it must be the ghost who was doing it.  Since they've had other supernatural occurances in the past at other places my hubby's mom came over and prayed.  And my hubby put a picture of Jesus on inside of their front door.  They even got rid of the couch and bought a new one.

The sister and BIL drove back to their town with some other family members about 1 1/2 hour away.  The next night the ghost visited the BIL at night.  It told him that he couldn't get back into the apartment because there was a ghost block on door.  So he went with them in the car.  But there was no room for him because all the seats were taken so he had to be in a tight space.  Later when he got to the BIL's house he couldn't get in either because they have a ghost block on the door too.  So now he is going back to the apartment , his old place, and will wait outside the door until he can come back inside again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 26, 2011, 11:04:26 PM
What a great story yamchhild. So the BIL had the dream of the ghost in a suit right? The ghost told him everything? Did you you and your husband ever ask the owner if anyone had died there? Let us know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on August 29, 2011, 12:59:16 AM
Hey any of you ppl from MN, knows that lillydale has 3 parts. So i went cruising down that road. The main one that a lot of ppl knows of. Anyways.

Part 1 is the most comon one.
Part 2 is call the ghost town, cause to the left side of the road, all you see is the western town.
Part 3 is you some how get back onto the raod and you encounter the 1800 year old houses.
I think that there are only 3-4 house..
It's been like over15+years since i drove there.
 I forgot how to get into the part 3
Anyone who might know of.
  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jdm3gste on August 30, 2011, 10:48:28 PM
in 2007 my mom got really sick to the point where she loss alot of weight, and every nite she'll hear babies and cats crying by her bedroom window every night.  it went on for couple of months and then she had a minor stroke and she was only 45yrs old and my grandpa which is my mom's dad had to ua neej for her. and my dad had one of his aunt to do the egg thingy, where they wrap a boiled egg in a towel and rubbed it all over my mom's body and then steam it in the rice steamer. then they take it out, and peel the shells, then slowing take out pieces of the white part out. when you get to the york, there'll be a blue-ish thingy that will shape like a tiger or baby or animal. Turn out that her spirit was sad and it went already and gonna get reborn as a baby. so then my dad had to do a ua neej for my mom. but ever since that, she got better and she dont hear cats anymore.

contd...

my dad do those funeral stuff like txiv xai so ppl would ask him to do it, this one time he did it at this one dude's funeral (he knew the dead person). he was singing it into the microphone and while singing it into the microphone, he felt like somehow the microphone or something was trying to grab his tongue&breath out and it freak him out. he didnt tell anyone about it, then couple months goes by and he start losing weight and appetite and my mom notice he sleeps more and get tired and yellow. she called up one of my dad's uncle cuz that uncle is a shaman and he's can tell what is wrong by shen-koua to look into it.(dont know how to spell it) and he asked my mom if my dad recently went and do txiv xai at a funeral, and she say she dont recall it, but he told her that, my dad spirit got scare so for him to not do txiv xai for a year and dont go near the funeral home.

contd..

so recently my dad's mom just passed away in june, she lives in laos with my dad's siblings and step dad and half siblings. my dad's the only one who came to united states. anyways she's been sick for the passed year, but this past spring, she called my dad and told him that she's gonna die and he told her to wait for him to come see her once more before she pass away. so june came, and she told him that is he really going to come or is he not coming anymore, so my dad told my grandma that he's not coming anymore cuz it takes a while to get passport done. so he say he'll send money for his brothers to buy a cow to say that its from my dad to my grandma so when she die they can say my dad kill her a cow and some money to take care of it. anyways, 2weeks went by, and my brothers received the call from our uncle in laos that my grandma passed away and it was evening over here so it would had been morning over there but my parents were at work cuz they work 12hrs shift 6pm-6am that evening and night. earlier that morning the whole family was home, and they say they heard the doorbell ringing twice and my youngest brother went to check who it was, and there was nobody and then later in the evening they received the call. so my dad said, grandma probably came and visit my dad one last time before she left.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: monster on September 01, 2011, 07:08:49 AM
[/quote]Then there is another story about the Hmong girl that got her neck broken by her white BF.  Story has that at the funeral, some people saw a girl that came out of nowhere and started mourning for the dead girl.  Then the girl disappeared.  she came into her mother's dream and told them to love her kids and for the other sisters to take care of her kids because the older sister would love the kids more.
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This case is sad....her sister doesnt take care of her kids.  She has 2 boys with 2 different baby daddies.  The older one is living with his father in MN.  The younger one did live with his father...howev er from what I heard from a close source to them...he has a new gf and his gf would lock him up in the basement and treat him badly.  I did see the little boy at a picnic a couple of years ago and the way that his father and his brothers treated him...it was horrible.  He is now with the mother's parents but I also heard that they dont take care of him at all....he is only there because whom ever takes care of him...gets money from the state and her insurance money.  Its a sad story...I feel sorry for that child.  His father is a total loser....he has another child that he doesnt take care of at all either.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yamchild on September 02, 2011, 06:51:40 PM
Wi_sweetguy thanks for liking the story.  I believe the BIL actually saw the ghost the first time but the second time the ghost came to him in a dream and told him about the ride in the car.  Pretty soon after that my hubby and his bro's moved out of the apartment and I don't think they ever asked the manager if anyone died there.  But with an apartment complex as big as the one they lived in with tenants constantly moving in and out who knows how many people have gone through and lived there how many people have died there and left their imprint...

What a great story yamchhild. So the BIL had the dream of the ghost in a suit right? The ghost told him everything? Did you you and your husband ever ask the owner if anyone had died there? Let us know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 02, 2011, 10:24:59 PM
I'm not suprise, when ppl move in and out. That place is haunted. There's only 1 reason why ppl do that.
Anyways now we are getting some more freaky stories to read. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on September 03, 2011, 12:13:56 AM
There is one house in Milwaukee, wi that has been the center of attention.   That house is located on 34 and galena in the hmong hood.  Legend has it that a lao lady slipped and died in the bathroom.  My cousin who lived there experienced paranormal acitivites.  They would hear a little girl jump on their sofa and went to yelled at her kid to stop jumping but when she got there.  There was noone.  She checked the room and her kid was still sleep.  So who was the one jumping? Some of my old gang bangers used to live there and they would hear ghost turning on the shower and walk the steps of the attic.  These are bangers but the ghost don't give me damn about them.  They lived there for a while then move out.  Since then noone has live there, if they did.  It was only for a short time.  This was like 10 yrs ago.  That house is now boarded up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sunkissed0089 on September 03, 2011, 06:10:04 PM
My close cousin works as a CNA in the Rehab section of a resident hospital (in NC).  She works 3rd shift and usually goes jogging at small track behind the hospital.  One night, she went on her usual jogging routine.  She had her mp3 on blast and was making her 5th round on the track.  She jogged past the lamp post and was getting close to the dark part of the track when the song on her mp3 became static and started skipping, then went silent.  Right then she heard a baby cry from the dark spot.  "The hell with this", she murmured to herself, and ran all the way back to her station.  That was the last time she ever went jogging on that track.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 04, 2011, 06:50:41 AM
Hey, JDM
I know you have more stories than that? Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Ladie_rain on September 07, 2011, 03:45:27 PM
Back in the  late 80's early 90's in MN there was alot of hmong girls that ran away and were put in foster homes...My cousin was one of those girls she ran away from her foster home and lived with some white trash peeps wash raped and brutally stabbed to death and put in a trash bag and threw away like trash..My aunt did not kow what had happen to my cousin but the night that she murdered she came to my aunt in a dream and told my aunt that she was in a very dark cold place and in a lot of pain...The next morning the police came to my aunt's house and told her that a neighbor had seen what those teenagers were doing and followed them the place where they threw my cousin's body away and called the police so my aunt had to go identified the body...She was stabbed over 15 times and beated black and blue...That night she came to my aunt and told my aunt that when they stuffed her in the trash bag she was still alive and breathing so one of the guys who raped her stepped on her neck and that's what killed her my aunt told her to go back and get those people who killed her..My guess is she was haunting the 2 girls who helped threw her body away cause they confessed and testified against the 4 guys who raped and killed my cousin..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on September 07, 2011, 06:23:57 PM
Remember when you used to scare your nieces and nephews, or even your own kids, so that they wouldn't leave your sight. You'd tell them, "Ah Meow nyob ntawd aw". Yeah, it was just all fun and games. Until they scare you back with it. How you ask? Here's how...

Just a couple weeks ago I was visiting family who lived out of town. The lived in a older home 4 bedroom home on a 33 acre land. But you know the house was a simple floor plan. Well, my cousin's wife had gone to work, so it was just him, his kids, and I. Him and I decided to go smoke, and since he didnt have a backyard or a front yard, it was just land everywhere, we went to where there was a small cherry tree. halfway into our smoke, his youngest son let's out a scream. He said it was nothing. That his boy always make noises. So we shrugged it off. but only a few seconds later the boy screamed again. So we run into the house. His oldest son comes over and says that the baby boy was acting crazy in the bedroom. We go inside, and the boy looks at us, then points to the top of the closet. You know older houses has a hatch that goes up to the attic. Not even the attic, since houses in Cali don't really have attics or basements anymore. it was just that space between the ceiling and the roof. Anyway he point to that hatch and says...

"Ah meow, daddy. Ah meow."

We look at each other like..WTF? Is this kid for real? But my cousin just tell his boy. Not to say that, or the Ah meow will come get him. But I knew he was scared, and I was a little spooked also. So we decided to get a flashlight and check it out. Brave right? Hell no!! But we rather know there is nothing, then wonder if there was anything. So we get the flashlight, open the hatch, and he looks up into that space. He sees nothing.
But when we talk now, he says his boy still says Ah meow and that he makes his hand into a claw but with a broken wrist when the boy says it. I asked my cousin, what is a Ah meow anyway? LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on September 07, 2011, 08:29:17 PM
No this was in Wisconsin.
LACROSSE, WISCONSIN  ????
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on September 08, 2011, 01:57:15 PM
omg, so her body was cut into pieces really? never heard about that part. wow really surprise at what human can do to others. he probably wad going through so much that this made him go mentally crazy :idiot2: but, why would she come back and haunt the kids. Aren't they her childrens?  where did you get all the details from. are you related to them? do she still haunts now a days? please reply back. :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on September 08, 2011, 03:10:14 PM
Back in the  late 80's early 90's in MN there was alot of hmong girls that ran away and were put in foster homes...My cousin was one of those girls she ran away from her foster home and lived with some white trash peeps wash raped and brutally stabbed to death and put in a trash bag and threw away like trash..My aunt did not kow what had happen to my cousin but the night that she murdered she came to my aunt in a dream and told my aunt that she was in a very dark cold place and in a lot of pain...The next morning the police came to my aunt's house and told her that a neighbor had seen what those teenagers were doing and followed them the place where they threw my cousin's body away and called the police so my aunt had to go identified the body...She was stabbed over 15 times and beated black and blue...That night she came to my aunt and told my aunt that when they stuffed her in the trash bag she was still alive and breathing so one of the guys who raped her stepped on her neck and that's what killed her my aunt told her to go back and get those people who killed her..My guess is she was haunting the 2 girls who helped threw her body away cause they confessed and testified against the 4 guys who raped and killed my cousin..

omg...sorry about your cousin. why did she ran away though. her parents didn't want her back or something? imean if the ydid she wouldn't have been in foster care. hope those white trash go to hell.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jdm3gste on September 08, 2011, 04:36:17 PM
my dad had a gf before he met my mom who passed away when he was still in laos.

He dated this girl and they planned to get marry but he was very poor cuz his dad die and his mom remarry and left him with his grandpa and took the smaller siblings with her. So he lived with his grandpa and uncles ever since the age of 12. Anyways, he told her, he's going to go out of town to make some money so he can marry her. So they promised they'll wait for each other. He went and when he got money he came back. But before going to her house or tell her he's back, he went to his uncle's house and they were joking saying someone should tell his gf that my dad got married while away but for real, my dad was gonna go take her home that nite. My dad's uncle told her my dad got married, so she got sad and ate some medicine to die. That nite, my dad went to go get her, and my dad was too late. she poison herself before he got there and died in his arm. Her parents got mad at my dad, and told him to pay for the funeral and come up with funeral clothes for her. My dad being poor, gave them money that he earned and he have no hmong clothes besides the hmong white dress that his mom got as a gift from her parents when she wedded, he gave it to her parents to dress his dead gf in it. During the funeral, her mom told him, 13days after burial, my dad will have to do a ua neej for my dad and change his name cuz she say that their hmong xiong have alot of dab. (idk how to phase that in english) So he did that and changed his name. Then his grandpa sended him to thailand refugee camp to get away from the drama and there he met my mom and married her. He didnt tell anyone about it too.

He married my mom and they live in a small house next to his uncles, but the ironic part is that his dead gf's parents live couple of units down where he lived.  it wasnt even 3 days after my oldest sister was born, that his gf's mom walked past my parents house and say that she heard they had a daughter and she said to my mom where my dad was in his hmong name (not the new hmong name he change to) and my mom replied he wasnt home. The gf mom say if they can name her after her dead daughter and my mom reply sure. Right after the gf mom left, my mom look up on her roof and saw someone with long hair dangling on the roof with a hmong white dress. She got so freak out and when my dad came home she told my dad about it, and my dad finally told her the whole story about giving her my dad's mother's white dress. My mom kept seeing her around the outside of the house cuz the dead gf cant come in, and at nite, my oldest sister would cry and cry nonstop. So my mom's dad (who's a shaman) say she dont like her name, so they changed it.. But my dad's dead gf dont really haunt him cuz he never drink blood with her, so he dont see her.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on September 08, 2011, 05:34:51 PM
scary ^^^^
ur mom got setup by the dead gf's mom on purpose

**question**
so they told her he went a got married the day he was gonna go marry her??
after finding out wat happened from their story/joke how did your dad take it and how did they help him deal with the situation??
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jdm3gste on September 08, 2011, 08:55:23 PM
@DRTYLUVN

idk. i never asked him about it, we (the kids) finally heard the true story when my dad's uncle told one of my dad's cousins the story before my dad's uncle passed away, that was a 3years back. and then my mom told us the details of what she saw. but my dad was always a serious person and never joke around with us kids ever. so i think that's why he dont really joke with us kids. only my oldest sister(who they named after her)&my mom sometimes have nightmare about my dad's dead gf.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 08, 2011, 10:36:52 PM
Freaky... But good story... More. Need more.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on September 09, 2011, 01:29:50 PM
like their gonna tell...they want people to buy the house, so for them to tell if people had died i doubt it.

By law they have to disclose, if they don't and you find out, you can get a full refund no matter how long.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on September 09, 2011, 11:19:44 PM
A friend told me that when he was still living in thailand. He saw a little girl after walking from his gf's house and asked the little girl, where she live? The little girl pointed to a house then ran off into the the house.  She vanished.  Days later, he and a friend walked by the same house and his friend told him that there was a little girl who died in that house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 13, 2011, 08:21:29 PM
Since it's getting closer to hunting, I just remember this one. Last year me and my buddies went to a new hunting spot. Anyways as we were walking around the top of the hill. Just to see what was on the other side of the hill. As we made our way around. You could see another top part of the hill. We were talking and out of now where we all heard this Meow type roar. Almost sounded like a wolf type roar.. or like a big animal roar.. Anyways my buddy that wasn't afraid of ghost. he run up to see what made that noise.
Crap I was getting ready to shoot what ever animal that made that scary sound. When my buddy ran up to see what it was. Of course we never saw what it was. And I don't think I wanna see it..
I forgot what the location was. All I remember was it was by some tombstone. I mean you have to walk past a mini grave yard to get to the hunting land. When I first got there I was like WTF a grave site doing in the main walk road..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on September 13, 2011, 09:16:48 PM
saki saki I think you may of had an experience with the Dog man rumor to have been sighted in the northern states to Canada.:)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 13, 2011, 09:23:08 PM
You joking rite?. Dog man.. where did that story come from. Or you just made it up just now? Lol and if it's true.please do tell in detail..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on September 13, 2011, 09:25:37 PM
Any people from Sacramento, Stockton, and any other city that goes along the way down to Fresno?  I heard that there is supposely a ghostly hitch hiker in one of the three bathroom that is along the way toward Fresno. From what I heard the hitch hiker is suposely a caucasian lady that can be seen anytime after sunset if you stop along one of the bathroom on the road down to Fresno. She would approach you as a normal living human and ask for a ride only to lead you to her "home" which is a cemetary in Fresno or around that area. Well anyway I never been down to Fresno so I don't know how many bathroom stop are along the way...Heard this story through my parents who heard it through that live Hmong phone radio thing.  Maybe some of you gys heard of this story, something similiar, or even met this lost soul..if so please tell.






@Saki saki just google in Michigan Dogman or Beasts of Bray road..plenty of info online.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on September 13, 2011, 10:25:29 PM
^those most talked about rest area that is famously haunted is the one in Merced that I heard of.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Pure-Noob on September 13, 2011, 10:54:38 PM
^ the rest stop in Turlock between Sac and Fresno is rumored haunted. This Hmong and her husband stopped by the rest stop and while she was alone in the stall, she heard the bathroom door open. After she got out of the stall, she saw a white lady lying on the floor with both hands covering her face and not moving. She tried talking to her to move out of the way but she didnt move an inch.....somet hing something I forgot the rest. I think she got sickor something and the shaman said if the ghost would've let her see the face, then she would've died
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Evelynn on September 16, 2011, 11:42:22 PM
Any people from Sacramento, Stockton, and any other city that goes along the way down to Fresno?  I heard that there is supposely a ghostly hitch hiker in one of the three bathroom that is along the way toward Fresno. From what I heard the hitch hiker is suposely a caucasian lady that can be seen anytime after sunset if you stop along one of the bathroom on the road down to Fresno. She would approach you as a normal living human and ask for a ride only to lead you to her "home" which is a cemetary in Fresno or around that area. Well anyway I never been down to Fresno so I don't know how many bathroom stop are along the way...Heard this story through my parents who heard it through that live Hmong phone radio thing.  Maybe some of you gys heard of this story, something similiar, or even met this lost soul..if so please tell.

There's a huge sign on Friant Rd (Fresno, CA),  a few of blocks to Lost Lake, readable coming from Table Mountain Casino (going west), that stated, "DO NOT PICK UP HITCH HIKERS".  I believe it also stated at night....LOL.. ..even the city official's aware of the paranormal.

i TRY NOT TO TRAVEL OR RUN ERRANDS AFTER MIDNIGHT.





@Saki saki just google in Michigan Dogman or Beasts of Bray road..plenty of info online.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 17, 2011, 06:23:53 AM
Dam, it even has a sign. Not to pick up hitch hikers. Wow. And here i though that whyte don't believe in ghost..lol

I looked up dogman, but i think it's unclear..just like big foot
Anyways has any of you ppl seeing dog man?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on September 19, 2011, 12:28:48 PM
Oh wow it's been awhile since I was on here but here's a story...If you know more of the detail and exact place comment on it too, thanks.

       From what I heard from my older brother is that there was this hmong guy and a white guy up in MN.  Story goes that the white guy didn't believe his colleague (hmong guy) that those hmong funeral are really haunted.  Being a stubborn guy and a film major, he wanted to do a documentary to see if he can catch any ghost on video.  They both agreed to stake out a funeral home where at the time nothing was going, like no funerals.  Before this the hmong guy went to a shaman and ask how can they catch the ghost on video, without being seen.  The shaman explained that use a leaf that the caterpillar ate a hole through that can fit one of your eyes to see.  Also hide in the dark areas and don't come out until there all gone or else they will take your spirit.  After getting a good lecturing they head out with all the necessities and waited.  It was around 2-3 am in the morning that they started to smell something rotting means a dab txog is near.  As the camera was facing the entrance it started to move and to the white guy curiosity he went out of the shaded darkness  and looked inside the camera.  What he saw was the dab txog and the menyuam dab, he got so scare that he fainted and the hmong guy still in the shade was so frighten that he couldn't move because of what the shaman told him.  He waited it out till the sun came up and took his friend out of the funeral and to the shaman guy to help and saw what they recorded.  The shaman guy express that the white guy spirit (plig) was taken and he wasn't powerful enough to go get it because their already far ahead.  So the white guy return home and a few days later died.

Am not really sure either if this is the true one or not because my older brother heard it from a couple of guys but if you smell rotting its a dab txog.
   
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on September 19, 2011, 01:11:39 PM
hmoobcola
dont kno if its true but it can really happen
sccaaaarrrrrrr rryyyyy!!!!!! :-\ :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on September 19, 2011, 01:32:24 PM
okay i have some but ill share one...
this was back in 2005... i was pregnant with my first child but i have a stilborn.. where the child in the womb passed away.. i was about 12-14 weeks along... and since the baby already have the bones.. i have to do an early labor delivery... i was at the hospital.. that night... after i'd delivery... and sleeping.... (sleeping in hospital is like sleeping forever.. because i would wake up every hour... thinking that its morning but really not)... anyways... when i woke up.. i saw this dark old shadow sitting on the rocking chair.. i wasnt affraid of it... or nor did it bother me.. till this day i just think as it was probably an ancestor there.... i never woke up my husband up....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on September 20, 2011, 11:18:49 AM
Heres another some what scary story..

   It about the ouija board back when i was in my late teens now am mid 20s.  So it was one of those normal summer days in wisconsin hot and humid, well some of my nephews came over.  We was chilling, bored and Vaj told me that he could connect to spirit, and I was thinking like your a shaman dude.  He pulls out a paper with writings on it and a nickel with red marking on it.  After Vaj explained the rules of how to play, leave, and so we ready to play.  There was 8(me, sha,vaj, pao,yeej, thao, yue, yaj)  of us but only 3 people played, the rest was too scared so they only watch.  It was around noon when we started playing in the hallway in the upstairs leading to the bedrooms.  It was me, vaj, and sha who had their fingers on the nickle and it started to move around.  I thought it was bs because they kept laughing and I know I wasn't moving it.  So we asked if it was a girl and it said yes.  Then we asked who it liked and want to have sex with and it spelled pao, the youngest of the nephew who was only 12 years old.  Still thinking it is bs we asked it to turn off the lights and boom lights went off then on.  There was no way that was anyone of us because we all was sitting down on the floor and the light has a pull in order to turn it on and off.  So being stupid I asked who is it behind and it said yaj. Who was right behind me and I turned around but could see nothing.  It was getting rather boring but I could see the computer in the bedroom on and I told her to turn it off to prove your really here.  All of a sudden the computer shuts down and you see the black screen and in the screen you can see a lady shape standing in the hall.  It freaked all of us out and so we went and told my older brother that we might invited a spirit into the house and so he took the paper ouija and burned it.  While burning it the flames came out green instead of that yellow color.
    As the day went on more weirder stuff happen, while watching some cartoon it showed little kids playing it and we was like wtf.  All of us got chills running down our backs and so yaj the oldest nephew who was 18 at the time went and changed the channel.  But little did he know every channel showed some sort of ouija board related things to it.  The room temperature got really cold but it felt good because it was all hot and stuff.  Instead of being inside we went to play outside to forget about it and during the summer days it gets dark at 9pm or so.  Now about 10pm we all was getting ready to go asleep.  All of us slept in the 1st floor second living room, old houses in wisconsin have 2 living rooms.  We locked both doors so no one can get out and if the lady ghost do come were going to beat her up.  We were waiting until 11pm and some of us got really tired and them we start to hear scratching on the doors and rumbling.  The neighbor dogs were barking alot and you can hear cats meowing at the outside window.  After about a hour it stopped and room became freezing cold, then the lights in the second living room went off so it was pitch black.  Almost out of no where you can see this black shadow darker then the room it self coming towards my nephew pao who was sleeping behind me.  Everyone saw it coming and ran to the other corner, I tried to run but was like frozen I couldn't move a muscle.  Then I hear this loud boom and it sets me free, and when we open the door it was my grandpa(he's a shaman).  He asked if we seen the little girl and was like yea so he tided a string to each of us, so will be like invisible.  Then my grandpa told the house watchers that she got welcome from us but don't let her in no more.  Nothing else happened for the night and we all slept.  When my nephew yue was about to go home in the morning he took off his string since they were christian and didn't need it anymore.  Creepy things started to happened at my sisters place, like door bell ringing, knocking, chairs moving, tv turning on and off, for about a week.  Until my grandpa burns some paper and money and the doll paper person for her so she can go away. Nothing happened anymore.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on September 20, 2011, 12:06:01 PM


          This summer in june, 2011 I wanted to go to chicago and chill down there for a party. We'll since am down there I'll go and sleep over at my SIL parents place.  I heard stories from my brother that it was haunted and for me to rent a hotel instead but I didn't want to spend almost 100 bucks for a bed I'll only sleep for 2-5 hours.  I went to my SIL parents asked if I could sleep over but I'll be coming home late and they was cool with it and gave me a key to the house.  It was late around 2am in the morning and I came through the front door, I swear I saw someone sitting on the sofa but it could of had been me being buzz.  Well anyways I went straight to bed and felt kind of strange like someone keep looking at me so I cover my head with the blanket.  Suddenly like its yanked off and thrown to the floor.  Thinking nothing about it, I went and picked it up and cover myself again and griped it tight with my 2 hands.  Again bam but this time I pulled on it too and we was in like a tug a war.  But suddenly I hear little girls laughing which causes me to freak out, let go,  get dress and straight shot towards my car.  Its about 3am and I drive off to Denny's buying coffee and food.  Roughly 5 am now and I head back to the house and opened the door with the key and tried to open it but it wont open.  Like someone leaning on it, and it got me mad like wtf is going on.  I waited like 30 mins and called my SIL brother phone so he can open the door for me because I forgot the key in the room, which I really had it with me.  Even though the sun was coming up I couldn't really sleep, I doze off for 2 hours and felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me to wake up.  I woke up and asked if that was my SIL brother who woke me up and he said no.  I told him what happened and he was laughing like this must be your first time here.
                He told me that there are these spirits that are attach to my SIL mom and that they are so strong that it scared the priests and shamans.  They go to church and so they have tried to have the house blessed and their mom purified but when they tried to the house come alive.  Things will get thrown to the priests and there will be like 12+ cats sitting outside their porch looking at the priests.  Also they have tried the shamans and saying that if they can help her , they will convert.  In fact when the shaman was doing his things, putting his veil on and call forth the spirits but in doing so it was so strong that the shaman shot straight up packed and left.  The last shaman that did it was a relative and we asked him why did he do that and leave.  It was because his spirits have lost and if he didn't leave he would die.  He told us the spirit was a dab txog but since she was still married to my SIL dad the dab txog can't take her until she divorce him.  Which is now causing their marriage to break.  After he told me this I asked him how he do it still live here with his parents.  My SIL brother said he had become friends with them, which freaks me out the most because it was attached to him now too.  So now no one ever visit them.  They use to live in chicago but move somewhere else now but there last name is soung.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kuvyogpheng on September 20, 2011, 10:18:30 PM
Alright I'm new here, and heres a personal experience.. One of my friend keeps on seeing a ghost at this one railroad train track and it is near a canal also. He would say it is a Hmong lady dressed in Hmong clothes, with short hair and a bluish purplish face. He said she would always wave Hi at him everytime he walks pass that rail road train track whenever it is dark only. The rest of us friends was like dude, shut up, you're just bullshitting with us. So he said, if we don't believe him and got some balls, then we should go see for ourselves. Then, the following week, me and my friends decided to go and ghost hunt at that rail road track, so we bought a night vision camera along, an HD camera with flash, and another camera. We were a party of 8 people. We investigate the area, and there was nothing, no matter how much shit talking we did. We even cursed whatever is there to go to hell. So then half of us heard small rocks being thrown, but we didn't care much because we thought we were just trying to fake catch something. So as we got bored and very cocky, we left. Right after 10 seconds, my friend who keeps seeing the ghost, was walking faster and faster. We were like dude, wtf, wait up. Then he replied, "DONT LOOK BACK", so I thought he was just bullshitting again and look back behind us, I saw a Hmong lady looking just how my friend described her floating and were coming towards us fast. So I ran screaming, so did my friends but they saw nothing. I asked them if they seen her, and nobody did. My friends didn't believed me, until I looked very pale like I was very weak. So my grandpa ua neeg and put a red string on my neck, wrist, and ankle. I then look a lot better. My grandpa said to not go and ghost hunt a place that has Hmong spirits or else, they can take my spirit far away and it will be too late to ua neeg to catch my spirit back. My friends now, actually believed, and I too which was a lesson for me. HAHA. Well, nowadays, we started to ghost hunt a lot, but we asked the manager of the area seeing if it has anything to do with deaths on Hmong people first or not before we did any hunting. Well this is all for now. You people keep those stories coming. I got school tomorrow. Bye!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 20, 2011, 10:50:48 PM
Wow all ur ghost stories are very scary.. glad to have new ppl to tell their side of the stories..
I was getting a bit worry, cuz no one was telling stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kuvyogpheng on September 20, 2011, 11:21:22 PM
One of my related grandma, and my little cousin (girl) was walking around in their apartment neighbors -you know, like where a lot of hmong people live near each other apartments, like that- around night time. They were walking until it hit 9pm. They both walk back to their apartment, and they saw a little girl dress in hmong clothes inside my grandpa apartment next to the window. First, my little cousin saw her first and said "Poj Poj, koj saib sej, muaj ib tws dab nyob tawm nas" and my related grandma said "wuuuahh, kiab os me nais awb!!" So my related grandpa which is my related grandma husband ua neeg and check what or who was that little girl, and it was one of our ancestor long ago from China who died, and her spirit manage to still live and snuggle into the airplane with my related grandma them when they came to America. So, my grandpa also said she never had a funeral so she waited until it was the right time, since my related grandma them got rich for a bit because all their sons and daughter went to school and college and found good jobs. So they just did a simple hmong funeral for her and yeah, she is now resting peace. I thought this was very interesting so yeah I shared it. Wow, I said I was gonna go to sleep, but with all these chills, I must write something! hahaha.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on September 23, 2011, 06:26:40 AM
You ppl remember mcdona homes? Off of Jackson. Anyways remember that hmong lady and her BF kill all six of the kids..
Very sad...i heard that, that they try to rent that appt. To ppl but it's so haunted that no one darea to live or rent that part.  So it was turned into the A-Cop station. What i also heard was that sometime the cops would place candy out and every morning when they comes in, the candies would all be gone.. i hope that that dumb ass lady rots in her what ever jail.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on September 24, 2011, 03:30:40 PM
Hey guys, the reason why it says 'Do not pick up hitch-hikers' is because there is a prison nearby. It says this several places on 101 between King City and Monterey as well! Not only that but back in the 70's when serial murders were beginning to be a problem, hitch-hikers were common murderers and targets also. The more you know, the more power to you  ;D oh and if it isn't clear, don't pick up hitch-hikers!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on September 24, 2011, 04:03:01 PM
My coworker told me one about when he was still at college. One night he was sleeping alone because his roommate was out studying at the library. He was really tired because he worked all day, but for some reason he woke up because he felt someone or something was there. He sat up really fast, and saw his towel and his belt that he hung on the mirror floating for about a half a second before it all dropped to the floor. When he turned the lights on it was true what he saw because the towel and the belt were now on the ground. His door was still locked from when he came home. He said that the dorms had a lot of suicides because of how hard the school was.

On another note, have you guys seen the TV show where they visit a college dorm that's supposed to be haunted by the ghost of a girl who burned in a fire when she couldn't get out? Girls would come back and find that someone had laid out their clothes on the bed even though no one was home and the dorms were locked. If you look at the wooden door that came from her room, you can see what looks like a face burning in flames. Very creepy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on September 26, 2011, 12:02:16 PM
here's a recent one.

It was our first night in DC. After a long day of plane rides and walking around DC, my two friend, who I'll call Friend M and Friend V, and I  head back to our room. our hotel room is like every other hotel/motel room; two beds, one facing the bathroom and one facing the window/door.I bounce and move a lot while i sleep so my two friends shared the one bed towards the bathroom while I had one all to myself towards the door/window. After my shower, i thought i just lay and wait for my hair to drive but ended up sleeping by 9 pm. During the middle of the night, i felt a dip by the foot of my bed. I didn't think much of it but a few moments later, i woke up frantic and frightened and, saw that the room was pitch black. I don't like to sleep with the lights off so i immediately turned on the lamp beside me. After i turned on the lights, i went straight back to sleep. My friends woke me up saying why did i turn on the lights. Still groggy, i just shrugged and went back to sleep. Friend V got up and turned on the light near the bathroom cause she figured i wanted the lights on since she knew i don't sleep with the lights off. Good friend, huh? hehehe! anyway, there was this particular dream i had. It was me lying on the hotel bed that i was sleeping in. Next to me lie this something/someone. I was sleeping on my stomach with my head on the pillow. All of a sudden, I felt something/someone slowly crawl on top of me.  I tried to yell/scream for help but nothing came out so I began to scratch the headboard. I was certain the girls were going to hear me but no help came. I don't remember what happened next but there was another dream that i had where my nephew George was in it. I had dropped off some people at this dark house and i went inside. My nephew george was there so i asked him to pray for me. I woke up fine but even after 12 hours of sleep, i was still groggy and tired. I don't remember being scared of the dream until it all came back to me. Either way, i didn't let that bother me!


so the girls and I went about our day. we continued our journey throughout DC. I told them about it and Friend M offered to switch places with me. i said that it was ok and that i'll be fine. The second night was a sleepless one. I tossed and turned all night. It was like each time i was about to fall asleep, I would feel pressure crawling up my body and felt like i was suffocating so i kept turning. At some point throughout the night, right when i found a comfortable position, a dream came and what appeared in the dream was this little old lady with messy white peppered hair. i got scared! woke up and turned on the lamp light. I was just about to ask one of my friends to switch beds with me but i was too tired to move so i went back to sleep. i guess at some point, after much praying, i finally slept. i told my friends later that day. We agreed that I would sleep with Friend V on the other bed.


I don't know if it was due to exhaustion or whatever but i finally had a good night sleep. Woke up the next day refreshed and not so scared. During breakfast, i told my friends what a good night i had. I didn't realize why until Friend V told us that "they" had come to her in her dreams.  So in it was them and me. she spoke to me saying they didn't want her, they wanted me. She didn't want them to take me so she told them, "no, you can't take her." My friend woke up and looked at me. She noticed that a lot of heat was coming from me and looked like i was sleeping fine. She went back to sleep just fine.


My last night there was fine, too. I slept just fine and dandy. Of course, i still bounced around but nothing else happeend. I guess that was due to a lot of praying and my friend's "talk" with them, it was a good two nights for me.


I don't know if it was our room or me but the girls and i each had some weird dreams in that room. Friend M, for two nights, she dreamed of vampires coming out of the bathroom or she was fighting them. Friend V had two dreams where she was very angry. I guess that's what happens when you're in the most haunted city in America!!!


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on September 26, 2011, 12:44:27 PM
Alright I'm new here, and heres a personal experience.. One of my friend keeps on seeing a ghost at this one railroad train track and it is near a canal also. He would say it is a Hmong lady dressed in Hmong clothes, with short hair and a bluish purplish face. He said she would always wave Hi at him everytime he walks pass that rail road train track whenever it is dark only. The rest of us friends was like dude, shut up, you're just bullshitting with us. So he said, if we don't believe him and got some balls, then we should go see for ourselves. Then, the following week, me and my friends decided to go and ghost hunt at that rail road track, so we bought a night vision camera along, an HD camera with flash, and another camera. We were a party of 8 people. We investigate the area, and there was nothing, no matter how much shit talking we did. We even cursed whatever is there to go to hell. So then half of us heard small rocks being thrown, but we didn't care much because we thought we were just trying to fake catch something. So as we got bored and very cocky, we left. Right after 10 seconds, my friend who keeps seeing the ghost, was walking faster and faster. We were like dude, wtf, wait up. Then he replied, "DONT LOOK BACK", so I thought he was just bullshitting again and look back behind us, I saw a Hmong lady looking just how my friend described her floating and were coming towards us fast. So I ran screaming, so did my friends but they saw nothing. I asked them if they seen her, and nobody did. My friends didn't believed me, until I looked very pale like I was very weak. So my grandpa ua neeg and put a red string on my neck, wrist, and ankle. I then look a lot better. My grandpa said to not go and ghost hunt a place that has Hmong spirits or else, they can take my spirit far away and it will be too late to ua neeg to catch my spirit back. My friends now, actually believed, and I too which was a lesson for me. HAHA. Well, nowadays, we started to ghost hunt a lot, but we asked the manager of the area seeing if it has anything to do with deaths on Hmong people first or not before we did any hunting. Well this is all for now. You people keep those stories coming. I got school tomorrow. Bye!

No photos, no videos?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on September 26, 2011, 12:54:46 PM
my dad had a gf before he met my mom who passed away when he was still in laos.

He dated this girl and they planned to get marry but he was very poor cuz his dad die and his mom remarry and left him with his grandpa and took the smaller siblings with her. So he lived with his grandpa and uncles ever since the age of 12. Anyways, he told her, he's going to go out of town to make some money so he can marry her. So they promised they'll wait for each other. He went and when he got money he came back. But before going to her house or tell her he's back, he went to his uncle's house and they were joking saying someone should tell his gf that my dad got married while away but for real, my dad was gonna go take her home that nite. My dad's uncle told her my dad got married, so she got sad and ate some medicine to die. That nite, my dad went to go get her, and my dad was too late. she poison herself before he got there and died in his arm. Her parents got mad at my dad, and told him to pay for the funeral and come up with funeral clothes for her. My dad being poor, gave them money that he earned and he have no hmong clothes besides the hmong white dress that his mom got as a gift from her parents when she wedded, he gave it to her parents to dress his dead gf in it. During the funeral, her mom told him, 13days after burial, my dad will have to do a ua neej for my dad and change his name cuz she say that their hmong xiong have alot of dab. (idk how to phase that in english) So he did that and changed his name. Then his grandpa sended him to thailand refugee camp to get away from the drama and there he met my mom and married her. He didnt tell anyone about it too.

He married my mom and they live in a small house next to his uncles, but the ironic part is that his dead gf's parents live couple of units down where he lived.  it wasnt even 3 days after my oldest sister was born, that his gf's mom walked past my parents house and say that she heard they had a daughter and she said to my mom where my dad was in his hmong name (not the new hmong name he change to) and my mom replied he wasnt home. The gf mom say if they can name her after her dead daughter and my mom reply sure. Right after the gf mom left, my mom look up on her roof and saw someone with long hair dangling on the roof with a hmong white dress. She got so freak out and when my dad came home she told my dad about it, and my dad finally told her the whole story about giving her my dad's mother's white dress. My mom kept seeing her around the outside of the house cuz the dead gf cant come in, and at nite, my oldest sister would cry and cry nonstop. So my mom's dad (who's a shaman) say she dont like her name, so they changed it.. But my dad's dead gf dont really haunt him cuz he never drink blood with her, so he dont see her.



Tragic. Thanks for sharing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yubnag on September 26, 2011, 12:56:59 PM
Oh wow it's been awhile since I was on here but here's a story...If you know more of the detail and exact place comment on it too, thanks.

       From what I heard from my older brother is that there was this hmong guy and a white guy up in MN.  Story goes that the white guy didn't believe his colleague (hmong guy) that those hmong funeral are really haunted.  Being a stubborn guy and a film major, he wanted to do a documentary to see if he can catch any ghost on video.  They both agreed to stake out a funeral home where at the time nothing was going, like no funerals.  Before this the hmong guy went to a shaman and ask how can they catch the ghost on video, without being seen.  The shaman explained that use a leaf that the caterpillar ate a hole through that can fit one of your eyes to see.  Also hide in the dark areas and don't come out until there all gone or else they will take your spirit.  After getting a good lecturing they head out with all the necessities and waited.  It was around 2-3 am in the morning that they started to smell something rotting means a dab txog is near.  As the camera was facing the entrance it started to move and to the white guy curiosity he went out of the shaded darkness  and looked inside the camera.  What he saw was the dab txog and the menyuam dab, he got so scare that he fainted and the hmong guy still in the shade was so frighten that he couldn't move because of what the shaman told him.  He waited it out till the sun came up and took his friend out of the funeral and to the shaman guy to help and saw what they recorded.  The shaman guy express that the white guy spirit (plig) was taken and he wasn't powerful enough to go get it because their already far ahead.  So the white guy return home and a few days later died.

Am not really sure either if this is the true one or not because my older brother heard it from a couple of guys but if you smell rotting its a dab txog.
   

Dang that is scary! I smelt that smell before!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on September 28, 2011, 10:31:33 PM
Beside all the basic rules, one of my uncle came home from a local funeral and his wife was nagging about how much his clothes stinks. Just right after he shower, the whole house smells like sour rotten fresh all night and for two more day 'til after the burial. WOMEN! . . . ?.

   Indian Man said "My wife's name is Three Horse", White Man asked "What does it mean?", Indian Man answer "nag, nag, nag". LOL
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: buster_me on October 01, 2011, 02:54:50 PM
During my college yrs my friends n us always enjoy kickass late drinking outings. After drinking till 2 in the morning we drop him back at his dorm. He went to go open the outside backdoor with his id card to get in but the door wouldnt unlock. He went to the front one n try getting in with his card as well but same result so he went back to the backdoor. Out of the dark night he saw a shadowy figure pop out of nowhere and it just kept coming closer n closer towards him. At first he must of thought that he just had too many too much to drink n must of been seeing things. But the black shadow thing kept coming closer n closer towards him n panic so he started to pound n kick the door because he got scare. The door wouldnt open and all of a sudden he feel a tap on his shoulder so he jump n creep out. A voice speak to him and ask if he forgot his id card to get in the door. He look back to figure that shadow thing as a black guy haha. He act all x
Cool like nothing happen and walk in. Next thing he knows he cant find his room and realize this whole time he was at the wrong dorm. Haha it can get dark around campus plus all the dorms are cluster so close to each other.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on October 03, 2011, 01:07:53 PM
A few years back, my dad went hunting with some of his brothers and friends. There were like about five/six of them. They also took one of my older guy cousin with them. Let's name him 'Y'. The unfortunate thing about bringing 'Y' along was that he was considered one of those 'big mouth' people. If he was scared (or whatever is on his mind) he would speak it out loud.

So they're hunting and it begins to get dark. Everyone sets up camp. Somebody got the fire going and then of course they start sharing stories and such. Then all of a sudden, 'Y' starts trying to spook everyone out by making scary sounds and faces and started to make a big commotion about 'what ifs'. All the older men told him to stop or else. Afterward, everyone decided it was time to sleep.

Later that night, my dad woke up to scratching sounds outside his tent. He was sharing the tent with one of his brother. He quietly sat up and tried to see where the sounds were. It sounded like an animal but there wasn't any shadow that he could see. Also, the sounds seemed to be going around the circle that everyone made with their tents. My dad concluded that it was probably an animal savaging for left overs so he went back to sleep.

The next day, whew weeee... their camping area smelled like rotten flesh. It was so strong that one of my dad's friend vomited. Everyone took that as a sign and left the hunting grounds. They never took 'Y' hunting anymore.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on October 04, 2011, 01:22:02 PM
FNXIAO89
Never take people like that, its a bad deal all around
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 04, 2011, 01:31:35 PM
My niece told me that one of her SIL's friend's FIL passed away and the friend took her toddler daughter to the house to zov hmo. 

When they got inside the house, her daughter's face turned into this ugly facial expression that she didn't know what's happening to her daughter.  There was a relative there that has six sense capability and came up to the little girl and said "Koj tsis txaj muag?" "Are you not ashame?" then suddenly her daughter's face went back to normal.

The relative pull the friend to the side and told her that, there was an evil spirit next to her daughter that caused her daughter's face to change like that and when she said those words, the evil spirit got out and disappear.

Creepy!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aquarius on October 04, 2011, 04:10:14 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on October 04, 2011, 06:53:50 PM
Out of my whole family my eldest brother is the only one whose encountered numerous sleep paralysis or in hmong 'dab tsua' (excuse the bad hmong writing).

Have you guys ever been depressed and experienced a supernatural phenomenon?

My eldest brother lived in a dorm during his college days. One semester, he became really depressed and sad beating himself up for getting some bad grades. (If you are Asian you know what he's going through. lol but seriously)

He was by himself in the dorm room, and had been trying to go to sleep, when he noticed the room was becoming colder and colder as the minutes went by. He told himself it was probably nothing. He had the blanket up to his chin by this time.

Again, he started thinking about his grades and became depressed again. Suddenly, he felt some pressure at the end of his bed. He told us it felt as if somebody had put both their hands down and started pushing the bed downward. Then he literally felt somebody touch his legs and seemed to be climbing up his body. By this time he was like "wtf. Oh hells no"

He tried to move but couldn't. Finally he resorted to thinking more positively by telling himself that he's going to make up those bad grades and do better and blah blah blah.

Eventually he could move again. He said that this was one of the scariest moment of his life not only because he was experiencing this but because he was depressed too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 05, 2011, 01:59:21 PM
It's been awhile but Im back.. This one happened at my In laws place in broad daylight.. I have always have a feeling that my in laws place is haunted in a way.. but nobody else wanna accept it..

I was home with my 2 babies at the time and SIL's and BIL's. Husband was at work.
For some reason my oldest baby(girl) started crying really hard. I was getting pissed off at the time cause I wasn't able to shut her up.. She just kept on crying and crying. Being as pissed off and trying to be the brave Mom I hold onto her hand and asked her what is it.. She told me Dab Nyob Ntawv.. Pointing straight at the doorway/stairs going down to the basement. I then say there's nothing there but she just kept on crying and pointing in that direction. I was trying to be brave so I held onto her Right arm dragged her to the doorway making her closest to the doorway but she was just crying even louder and pulling as hard as she can just so i wont get her to stand in front of the doorway. I then finally know there's gotta be something there since little kids that havent lost their teeths can see those things.. so I started to Spit and yell that are they not embarrased to make my baby that scared and she finally stop..

Same Place/Same doorway..

This one night My husand's Aunt (lets call her Aunt Mai) she was over at my inlaws place to spend the night.. Everybody was in the living room and my Husband was playing with my kids crawling on the floor and spinning around in circles.. All of a sudden from my husband twirling around he imediatly stopped and screamed.. My mother in law and Aunt Mai was talking and they stopped what they were doing and looked at my husband and I happened to look up at all the commotion that my husband was making everybody asked him what happened and he said right when he was twirling around he happened to look up at the doorway to the stairs going down to the basement and he saw a face popping out looking at him.. Being the Ogs that my MIL and Aunt Mai was they shrugged it off as to it being nothing..

Same place.. This was from my MIL.. She never believe me when i tell her these things happen..

This one night Me, my husband, kids, and SIL came home very very late from one of my other SIL house.. everybody showered and went to sleep.. Right after everybody have settled down and gone to bed.. Whatever it was came to my MIL.. There bedroom door was closed so it started to turn the doorknob like it was trying to get it but it was locked.. At first my MIL shrugged it off.. but it kept doing that for awhile then she started getting goosebumps and started getting scared.. The next morning she told me that "OH your monster came and visit me last night"...

Same place.. downstairs in the basement.. As you all may know the basement is diveded into two sides..

My computer broke down on me so i was sitting in my room wondering where the recovery disk was and happened to think that maybe its in the computer desk that we have moved down stairs to make room.. I got up went downstairs and started looking through the drawers in the desk.. all of a sudden from the corner of my eye i saw a figure of a women wearing a dress leaning against the wall with her hand on her hips just standing there looking right at me.. i turned to look but nothing was there.. i was like hrmm.. maybe im just seeing things.. got back onto whatever i was doing and all of a sudden i saw the same thing.. i turned my head to look closer at it again but nothing was there.. then all of a sudden the hair on my neck started to stick up and i started to have goosebumps.. i decided ok i dont wanna be in here anymore.. i closed the drawers in the desk and ran straight to the other sides where my BIL's and SIL's was in playing games and such.. I didnt even have the guts to run upstairs.. lol.. how dumb was I right..?? That weekend my MIL WAs going to Ua neej for the whole family so my MIL asked the shaman guy what i saw and for them to look at it.. The told me that what i saw was a female stranger.. She didnt know where or who she was but the shaman burned some paper for her and told her to go her way.. Everytime im over there and happen to go downstairs to the basement i always have this uneasy feeling like someone is always watching me.. so i make someone go with me.. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 05, 2011, 02:14:38 PM
When my husband Aunt Mai passed away last year I have this scared feeling in me.. When we go over to their place for the Zov Hmo.. since she had a stroke in the kitchen that was where her son found her.. everytime i enter that kitchen and thought about her laying there it freaked me out.. During the Funeral my husband family was doing food for the funeral also and i was there early to help start it.. i believe it was Sunday morning.. We do all the cooking outside in those white tents.. Me and my SIL(lets call her Jen).. Well we were some of the first peoples to get there so we had to go into the funeral home which was open already and walk into the kitchen and grab the meat in the fridge to start cooking.. when we were in there we heard guys talking on the side where they had the Aunt laying.. after getting the meat we happen to take a peek and there was nobody there.. we both got so freaked out we ran out of there as fast as we could.. luckily we didnt trip and fall..

After the funeral within that week I had a dream of her.. Me and my husband was in the Middle of the forest there was a trail we were walking down the trail and at the end of the trail there was a intersection.. There also happen to have piece of Log near the intersection also.. When me and my Husband got the the intersection i was so out of breath that we went and sat down on the log.. I saw this Hmong lady dressed in traditional hmong clothes walking down the opposite trail me and my husband just came from and happen to hear her complain about something.. I listened closely and happen to heard that she called herself (Mai) and that the funeral was dumb, all the stuff at the funeral was bad, everything was bad.. my spirit in the dream got so scared that right after she walked past me and my husband i got straight up and started running.. then i woke up.. Told my SIL which she told the Son of the Aunt and He didnt say a word..

Other family members had dream of her but they were never good dreams.. someone dream that she was coming to take them with her.. and they have dreams that she was very rotten looking and scary looking..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on October 05, 2011, 03:36:07 PM
Yeah. It's scary when we dream about a relative or family member whose dead.

My mom's the expert in this area :p She's always having dreams about dead relatives or someone chasing her. One scary dream she had was about my grandmother, my mom's mom, who passed away a few years ago in a weird car accident. We'd just buried my grandmother not too long before my mom had this dream.

She dreamed that she was on her bed in her bedroom and it was cold. She saw a little kid slide underneath the bed. She wondered to herself why a kid would be playing in her room so she moved to the edge of the bed and was about to peek down when my grandmother poked her head out!! She slid out up to her shoulders and started saying "Stop calling me! Stop calling me!" (in Hmong of course).

Then my mom woke up. I guess she was sad about my grandmother passing so it seemed as if she was calling for her. Freaky.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 05, 2011, 05:44:07 PM
wow.. thats creapy..!!  :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 05, 2011, 08:05:29 PM
This one was told to me from one of my husband's aunt.

This happened to them when they were still younger the have 2 childrens A and B. A was about 2 years old and B was a newborn. Back then they live in this 1 bedroom apartment like and i believe it have a basement also. Now the bedrom have their bed and i believe they bought the 2 year old alittle toddler bed that was placed at the foot of the bed. One night while everybody was alseep, baby A woke up and started crying really hard climbed up into the big bed and went straight for the mother's underarm and hid. Baby A just kept on crying and screaming "Mao""Mao""Mao" and pointing to the window. AFter the incident baby A will never go into the bedroom anymore.. right when he gets to the door he will peek in and point his finger and say "Mao"..

There will be incidents when during the middle of the night my husband's uncle will just jump out of bed and run to the living room and sleep there until the aunt calls out to him where he is, Then the uncle will answer back that he's sleeping in the living room if the mother and kids Tsis Tau Luag then for them to come sleep with him in the living room..

After all the incidents the Aunt was getting pissed off. She was saying to herself I wanna see this THING that have been scaring my whole family since she was the only one not seeing it or getting any paranormal activity out of the place. After said all that one night it came for her.

She was dreaming.. in her dream she was laying on the bed with her head dangling off the side of the bed and tilted looking towards the door. All of a sudden there stand at the door way a very very dark black shadow and a white shadow.. She was thinking to her self what are they doing over there.. then all of a sudden the Dark black shadow came towards her and grabbed her head pulling and dragging her off of the bed onto the floor and towards the door. The White shadow was just standing still watching. After the black shadow got her on the floor she though to her self they are dead and im alive im much stronger then them.. After she said that she gained enough energy and was able to tackle the black shadow and now she was on top holding down onto the shadow by the neck. kept struggling it and all of a sudden it vanished into thin air and the white shadow disapearred also. She finally woke up from her dream, looked at the clock and it was 3 AM.


Same House different people..

The uncle and aunt did move out when they bought a house.

My husband's First cousin and his wife just recently got married and his parents found them a place to live. Which was the same house but at that time they didnt know of anything that have happened to Uncle and Aunt. The newly wed moved in together not knowing anything. One day the husband went to work while the wife was left at home all alone. She was tired so decided to take a nap in the bedroom. Just right when she was about to dose off she heard little girls walking into the bedroom and went.. "hehehe.. Nws twm yuav Tsog Zog os.." "hehehe.. Ib Pliag Xwb Ces Nws Tsog Zog Lawm Os.." Right after she heard that she managed to open her eyes and there was nothing.. Freaked her out so she grabbed her Paj Ntaub and went outside to just sit all day waiting for the husband that day on..

One night they went out to the park with friends/family and came home just alittle after dark. The front door was unlocked and cracked open just alittle bit. The wife was scared shitless and thought there must be burglars in the house. turns out nobody was in the house nor nothing was messing..

One night the Husband was sleeping and had dream kindof Similar to the Aunt's dream that i mention above of the Black and White shadow.

After all the incident they moved in with the inlaws..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on October 06, 2011, 01:26:48 PM
xyOOj2608 that's scary.

Sometimes, after hearing so many negative encounters with the supernatural I think to myself "damn! if they (ghost, dab.. etc) kill me they better watch out when I'm dead! I'ma get them back!" lol

A few years ago, my grandpa (my dad's dad) died. My mom and some of my younger siblings went to sleep over at my grandma's house for a few days after the funeral. My grandma lives in a different house now, but hers and my grandpa's room used to be located right across from a bathroom.

A day after the funeral, we mom went to the bathroom across my grandparent's room. So far, nothing supernatural happened. Plus, this was the only bathroom for guests and also keep in mind that the shower curtain was clear white. Anyways, just when my mom sat down on the toilet and was about to do her business she noticed a dark figure sitting in the tub!!! She was like "What the heck?!" At first she thought it was probably a kid playing hide and seek but it kept its head down and the figure was more like an adults. She quickly pulled up her pants and rushed out the bathroom without washing her hands and turning off the lights.

A bit later, she asked if any of the kids were in the bathroom playing hide and seek and everyone said they were outside playing games instead.

After my grandpa died my mom's been having a few dreams about him.

Once, not long ago, my grandma decided to go visit Thailand. I guessed she was telling a lot of people that she was going because my mom had a dream that she was in a living room and my grandpa was present. He was so mad and had on this really angry face on. She figured he didn't want my grandma to go... So my mom told my grandma to stop telling people because I guess my grandpa can hear it too.

Another one of her dreams about my grandpa was after my grandma came home from Thailand (she lives with one of my uncle, her second youngest son). I guess they were having a bit of martial problems and it affected her. My mom dreamed that my grandpa came into the room all smiling (evil grin) and was looking for my grandma. My mom figured he wanted my grandma to go with him because when he smiled she got this really bad feeling. So she got mad at him and told him to leave. Eventually he did because he didn't find my grandma.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 06, 2011, 04:10:49 PM
FNXIAO89 - People like Y don;t belong in the woods. They're bound to bring trouble to you. In the woods, it's not good to say too many things.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on October 07, 2011, 07:56:34 AM
FNXIAO89 - People like Y don;t belong in the woods. They're bound to bring trouble to you. In the woods, it's not good to say too many things.

I agree! One time we went hiking up in the mountains and talked a bit too much and whatever it was..sent us packing down the mountain. We never went back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on October 07, 2011, 04:36:03 PM
@xyOOj2608 : omg, your story is soooooooooo scary!!!! esp. the part where the ghost girls were saying "oh she's about to sleep, in a bit she's gona be asleep" omg goooseee bumps!!!!

Now, stories about dreaming of a deceased person. this may not sound scary but it's entertaining to read ;)

Right after my cousin died (a few days after his death) one of my girl cousin had a dream about him. He came into her dreams and told her that he will be back soon and he asked if she's going to be pregnant then he left. During the whole week of the "guarding night" thingy (dunno how to spell it in hmong) he kept coming to her and asking her why isnt she pregnant yet because he is coming back. Turns out a month after his funeral she's pregnant.

Same deceased cousin---- my little brother's dream
Okay, so my little brother is one of those young stupid minded kids who choose to do all these stupid sh!t because he's in that stage whereas they think they can get away with anything or that they're untouchable tough guys (smh,  :D) Exactly one month after my cousin's death, he had a dream. In his dream, he was visiting my deceased  cousin's younger brothers and they were all kicking back and laughing. Then, he heard my dead cousin laughing so he turned to look and my dead cousin was sitting next to them laughing along with them. He got scared so he told my younger cousins to go over to our house instead. They agreed but so did my dead cousin. He was asking my little brother if he can come too cause he wanted to hang out too. My little brother was scared shitless so he didnt answer my dead cousin and left their house.

As my little bro and younger cousins started walking down the block towards our house, he sees my dead cousin walking next to them but he was walking through the neighbor's fences cause he was transparent. So, this really freaked my bro out so he started to run towards our house and as he was turning the corner he looks back and sees my dead cousin right behind him. In my bro's mind he thought "oh sh!t, i dont want him to follow me home. I dont want to lead him into my house." When he made it inside, he shut the door and peer out the window and my dead cousin was slowly making his way towards our house. He tries to wake me, my bf, and dad up to help him but we werent giving a damn so he ran to my grandma and said " grandma, cousin is back, cousin is back!" My grandma freaked out and ran out side to do some hmong stuff, as she was doing this my bro peer out the window and saw black shadows but they didnt come inside the house. He wakes up.

Same day after the dream, cops did a gang sweep and caught him with some weed in his room (enough to put him in juvie for 2days). The night he was going to get released he dreamt of my cousin again. He dreamt that he was at my cousin's funeral and he wanted to see my cousin one last time. He walks up to the coffin and looks at my cousin and saw that my cousin's body was rotten with maggets and worms. That day he got released and told my mom about his dream. She told him that when you dream about a rotting corpse, it most likely means that they are mourning for you or shedding tears for you. Because that night that he dreamt of my cousin, he was begging my cousin to look after him because he know that he had done wrong and for my cousin to help see to it that he gets to go home. So, i guess his first dream correlates with his second dream and to what happened that day of the gang sweep. The first dream my cousin was trying to warn him, the second dream my cousin felt sad that his message wasn't received so he cried for my brother because my brother got arrested and that he couldnt help prevent it.

So, i guess dreams do tell alot if you pay close attention.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 10, 2011, 07:15:47 AM
Wow, so many new ghost stories to read. Dreams, now i'm one of those that don't know crap about stuff, up til when my FIL pass away...i had alot of dreams from my FIL when he passed on... I've shared a few of my dreams in this thread before.
I kept a dairy of all my dreams, but i'll share this one with you ppl..
This is from my own personal dairy...not gonna go into to many details...

My MIL's sis from Laos came over to visit along with her hubby..They were here and got to see my FIL passing away.
Anyways like a month or so after we buried my FIL... My MIL for what ever reason.. My MIL's BIL and i had to go and seek one of those ppl to look into something.. anyways  they ended up doing one of those thingy...

So one day my FIL came into my dream, he said "he missies his  truck and his wife(my MIL)". When he got to his house, he didn't see his truck out in the drive way anymore. And he miss his wife and  wants see to see her, but he can't go inside..so i asked why couldn't he go in...he told me "there's  something blocking the door, and they won't let him go  inside the house". That's why he's wondering around the drive way... I said "O". And then i woke up...i was thinking as to why my FIL couldn't go inside the house and remember that O yeah that day that person came and did his stuff around the house.. or in the house....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 10, 2011, 07:33:20 AM
FNXIAO89 - People like Y don;t belong in the woods. They're bound to bring trouble to you. In the woods, it's not good to say too many things.
i have to agree with you.. ppl who knows no manners outdoors. Should not be invited, troubles will follow you.. and i'm one of those that don't know much about stuff, but i keep my mouth shut, cuz i know that we are not alone...and i believe in all those stuff cuz i encounter many of those strange events...
Best way to keep safe. Don't take ppl like that with you... If you read my past blog.. onr of my buddy was wishing to see one of those thingy... And wen he went fishing by himself.. lol he encountered sumting..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 10, 2011, 08:26:26 AM
Tis happend many years ago, back wen i was growing up. Back to Mt. Airy.. my mom told me this. We had a cuz'n that lives not to far from us..anyways he and his wife got into a huge agurement. The wife came over to my mom and told my mom that she wants to go back to her mom. And had told my mom to not tell her hubby about it. If he come and ask her were abouts.
Anyways the hubby saw tigers outside his appartments. There was 3 of 'em.. it's to hard try'n to explain the loction of the spot cuz it's now turned into a park' n lot.. so the spot is no longer there. So the 2 night the tigers came again. The hubby got really scare, so wen morning came. He came to my place and asked, begged my mom to bring his wife back to him, and that he will never agure with her again. So my mom brought his wife back to him. And the tigers stop showing up..
Sorry i'm just a secound hand teller..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on October 10, 2011, 01:52:22 PM
My grandmother's mom pass away when she was just a teen. At this time she was still living in Laos. After the burial, my grandmother would consistently go visit the grave site and cry. This went on for almost a couple of weeks.

As everyone knows, graves in Laos and Thailand are dug in the forest or near some kind of forest or woods.

A little after the second week, my grandmother was once again at the grave site crying softly and saying stuff like "why do you have to go? I'm all alone now. Nobody wants me...." Then suddenly, a small rock was thrown her way. Then another, then another.

My grandmother was so startled she stopped crying. When she looked up, way past some bushes and low tree branches she saw a woman figure sitting right in front of her direction. The figure was wearing dead Hmong clothes. My grandmother could only see the sides of her face because the woman figure wasn't looking at her and she had her hair down.

This freaked my grandmother out so she quickly got up and slowly but hastily walked home. While she was walking away she kept telling herself not to look back. When she got home she didn't tell anybody. Afterwords, she had a dream that her mom came and visit her. Her mom told her not to cry anymore because then she can't move on. So my grandmother decided to not go visit the grave anymore. A few years later, she married my grandfather.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 10, 2011, 08:45:13 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 10, 2011, 10:40:52 PM
You FAIL...lol don't leave us hanging around bro..
Wat'z up with tat!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 11, 2011, 03:14:38 PM
I haven't been in here for a while and all i read  was 2pages and tat'a it...more...lo l any of you ppl wanna go and do a little of ghost hunting?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 11, 2011, 06:49:30 PM
JDH that was awesome, we want some more now please lol. i have never heard of the dead getting back up after getting slapped, nor heard of a grandma crawling on all fours. damm creepy ass stories
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 11, 2011, 07:07:28 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 11, 2011, 10:32:37 PM
JDH... Tis was back in my old hood. Mt. Airy. There was a story tat the OG's was telling.
It went like tis: there was these OG couple that lived in the area, the hubby started to act funny, he couldn't sit like how U and I was. He would sit on his side. And he would sumtime tell his wife to set up chairs, wen no one was visiting them...and the hubby would go and sit and talk like there was ppl in their house.. The wife asked the hubby. Who are you talking to? And the hubby would say "don't you see them"  and wat do you mean who am i talking to?. Anyways the wife started to see that her hubby's acting weird. So she called the relatives over and see wats going on.
But wen morning came he's all normal, but wen nite fell, he acted all weird again..
Wat the relatived didn't know was that the OG was growing a tail. That explain as to Y he couldn't sit like U and I. The OG was turning in a tiger..so the relative call the cops and they came and took him to the hospitol. The OG was growing hair and started to grow fangs... So the nurses had to tie the dude down in the bed...as they were getting ready to do their stuff.. the OG, still tie in the bed got up and walked out of the room... It freaked all the Doctor and nurses.
After that incdent they took the OG to a mental tuing place..

I'm not sure as to wat happen.. and if someone knows tis better, do please correct me.. there was more detailing  at the OG place but i'm not gonna type everything in PH...

As i was growing it was one the the story that all the OG was talking about...you know how OG ppl are..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 11, 2011, 11:16:00 PM
I really love your stories JDH, but you got me so confused between GGM, GGGM, and Mute Grandma. I'm sure your stories would be a hell lot scarier if I understood which is which lol. and which GGM is the tiger one; mute grandma or regular GGM?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 12, 2011, 12:31:48 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on October 12, 2011, 01:01:17 PM
JDH, that is some scary stories you got there.... love to hear more whenever you have a chance
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 12, 2011, 02:15:02 PM
JDH I've officially added your GGM story to my ghost story collection, ready for next year's camping trip. oh boy are they gonna love your story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 12, 2011, 02:59:46 PM
Dam, tat's sum weird shyt u got going. Did any og the OG look into as to y ur GG ma actvthe way she is?.  But still tat's shyt ain't rite...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 13, 2011, 02:15:01 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on October 14, 2011, 11:08:03 AM
Damn those are good stories. It's like eating good papaya, it hurts to eat it but it's more spicy if you stop. Keep them coming!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on October 14, 2011, 11:14:08 AM
Stories here are great, most of them atleast but when I first discovered this site....I was HOOKED on it!  After reading it I was scared $HITLESS and only allowed myself to read 3 pages a day ONLY.  Didn't work and read the whole dam thing!

KEEP THEM COMING!

 :2funny: whimp!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on October 14, 2011, 11:27:38 AM
Yeah I am a whimp when it comes to that stuff. :-\

tsis ua lis cas os.. same goes to me.. i read these.. i scared to go out at night might see a poj ntxoo..... these stuff always in my head..... but i cant help it but to read it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on October 14, 2011, 12:18:14 PM
@JDH: damnnn, scary encounter with your ggm!!! That is scary craziness!! That part about you peeking into your ggm’s room and seeing another person laying down with her under the blanket got chills running down my spine!!!!! I love your stories! Oh, you say that your grandparents reside in Merced and that your gma is from the Thao clan? I’m from there also and is also a Thao but I never heard of your Gma’s stories, If you dont mind , what was your ggm name? my gma might know her.

Well, similar to your story my Grandma also told me about a story of two couples.  This is back in Thailand/laos, the wife was about to give birth and the midwife was there assisting her. Each time the baby is about to come out, the husband would start to lose his breath and he was slowly dying. This would only happen each time the wife pushes and the head is about to come out, but when she relaxes, the head would go back in (if you’ve given birth or seen it, you know what I’m talking about because that’s how it is until the uterus gives in and push the baby out). Well, I guess they notice this and told the wife that if the baby is born then the husband will die so she’ll have to choose if she wants the baby to live or the husband. She told them that she can always have more babies in the future and that she wants to save her husband, not the baby, so when the time came and she pushed that final push the baby came out. The midwife grabbed the baby and put a big wooden object ontop of the child and killed it, the husband recovered and was fine. Turns out, they did have more children.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 14, 2011, 02:55:41 PM
No docking way that's a true story.... Maybe a folklord story...if tat is true.. dam,
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on October 14, 2011, 03:03:06 PM
It's been awhile but Im back.. This one happened at my In laws place in broad daylight.. I have always have a feeling that my in laws place is haunted in a way.. but nobody else wanna accept it..

I was home with my 2 babies at the time and SIL's and BIL's. Husband was at work.
For some reason my oldest baby(girl) started crying really hard. I was getting pissed off at the time cause I wasn't able to shut her up.. She just kept on crying and crying. Being as pissed off and trying to be the brave Mom I hold onto her hand and asked her what is it.. She told me Dab Nyob Ntawv.. Pointing straight at the doorway/stairs going down to the basement. I then say there's nothing there but she just kept on crying and pointing in that direction. I was trying to be brave so I held onto her Right arm dragged her to the doorway making her closest to the doorway but she was just crying even louder and pulling as hard as she can just so i wont get her to stand in front of the doorway. I then finally know there's gotta be something there since little kids that havent lost their teeths can see those things.. so I started to Spit and yell that are they not embarrased to make my baby that scared and she finally stop..

Same Place/Same doorway..

This one night My husand's Aunt (lets call her Aunt Mai) she was over at my inlaws place to spend the night.. Everybody was in the living room and my Husband was playing with my kids crawling on the floor and spinning around in circles.. All of a sudden from my husband twirling around he imediatly stopped and screamed.. My mother in law and Aunt Mai was talking and they stopped what they were doing and looked at my husband and I happened to look up at all the commotion that my husband was making everybody asked him what happened and he said right when he was twirling around he happened to look up at the doorway to the stairs going down to the basement and he saw a face popping out looking at him.. Being the Ogs that my MIL and Aunt Mai was they shrugged it off as to it being nothing..

Same place.. This was from my MIL.. She never believe me when i tell her these things happen..

This one night Me, my husband, kids, and SIL came home very very late from one of my other SIL house.. everybody showered and went to sleep.. Right after everybody have settled down and gone to bed.. Whatever it was came to my MIL.. There bedroom door was closed so it started to turn the doorknob like it was trying to get it but it was locked.. At first my MIL shrugged it off.. but it kept doing that for awhile then she started getting goosebumps and started getting scared.. The next morning she told me that "OH your monster came and visit me last night"...

Same place.. downstairs in the basement.. As you all may know the basement is diveded into two sides..

My computer broke down on me so i was sitting in my room wondering where the recovery disk was and happened to think that maybe its in the computer desk that we have moved down stairs to make room.. I got up went downstairs and started looking through the drawers in the desk.. all of a sudden from the corner of my eye i saw a figure of a women wearing a dress leaning against the wall with her hand on her hips just standing there looking right at me.. i turned to look but nothing was there.. i was like hrmm.. maybe im just seeing things.. got back onto whatever i was doing and all of a sudden i saw the same thing.. i turned my head to look closer at it again but nothing was there.. then all of a sudden the hair on my neck started to stick up and i started to have goosebumps.. i decided ok i dont wanna be in here anymore.. i closed the drawers in the desk and ran straight to the other sides where my BIL's and SIL's was in playing games and such.. I didnt even have the guts to run upstairs.. lol.. how dumb was I right..?? That weekend my MIL WAs going to Ua neej for the whole family so my MIL asked the shaman guy what i saw and for them to look at it.. The told me that what i saw was a female stranger.. She didnt know where or who she was but the shaman burned some paper for her and told her to go her way.. Everytime im over there and happen to go downstairs to the basement i always have this uneasy feeling like someone is always watching me.. so i make someone go with me.. lol
first of all why would you drag your baby to the area where the ghost is at? that was alittle too harsh. She's only a baby. :-\ I have the same incident that happen to my daughter whom at the time was 3 years old.  i was freak out, but not as much. Got to stay brave for the little one. I held her told her calming that it was nothing. Called my dad ask him what should i do. he told me to go back into the bedroom and use a blanket to brush it away. So i did that saying a few things telling it to leave. after i was done i ask my daughter if they was still there. she said they were gone. whoosh.... O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 14, 2011, 05:09:04 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 14, 2011, 08:04:15 PM
@sexymomma..

you know I dont really know why I did that.. lol.. guess I didnt believe in those stuff before and was trying to be brave and show her that there was nothing there.. but after I did that and she cry even more made me rethink that there has to be something there..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 16, 2011, 06:32:34 PM
since this thread is dead ass fauck, here is something scarrey



(http://www.laos-luangprabang.net/tradition/mort/hmong_mort07.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on October 17, 2011, 12:30:39 AM
Lol! What's so scary about that?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 17, 2011, 07:01:06 PM
Tat's just wrong.. pix like tat and not families, shouldn't be posted. Lol dam
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 17, 2011, 09:21:45 PM
@bossymum: aite i got the infos for you, my GGM 's name is Paag Thoj or by her husband's name, Niam Xaiv Ntaj Tsab. Sorry took me a while cause even my mom forgot her name too so i gotta go ask my grandpa for it haha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on October 18, 2011, 02:57:59 PM
@bossymum: aite i got the infos for you, my GGM 's name is Paag Thoj or by her husband's name, Niam Xaiv Ntaj Tsab. Sorry took me a while cause even my mom forgot her name too so i gotta go ask my grandpa for it haha

Lol thanks, i'll ask my gma if she knows of your ggm.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 22, 2011, 01:46:05 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 22, 2011, 01:29:02 PM
I love your stories JDH, but how come nobody ever takes pictures? how small were the footprints, a few inches? are the toes long or curvy?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 22, 2011, 02:33:26 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on October 22, 2011, 03:59:23 PM
I do wonder why Hmong people don't take pictures or record videos when they experience something paranormal. Now that would be awesome. Because then you'd have physical proof of something other than just a story to tell. Y'all know how Hmong people are, they be over exaggerating like a mug. Lol!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on October 23, 2011, 01:04:06 AM
so...get camera...throw some flour in said chicken coop...
take pics, put on web...
profit man...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on October 23, 2011, 01:05:54 PM
We used to have a chicken coop too, they look like this didn't they?

(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSMhHH8SW8pW2UVjoOc0XPBfsjCf8ETpFjSKqscj5j29gg13A5mPA)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on October 23, 2011, 01:23:07 PM
If it wasn't those then it was these right?
(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR4rOPnTaKYjsTKvbDtZmIqAACrpljnAbWWtnwBJfxisoYKBBpv)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on October 23, 2011, 08:16:33 PM
Paranormal or not but this actually happened to me when my father passed away the beginning of this year. As I was at my sister's house picking up some stuff to prep for the funeral. The house was quiet and nobody was home besides me and two of my cousins being there searching for some stuff. The microwave turned on by itself; Which scared the shiet out of both of cousins, but somehow it didn't scared me at all. So one of them ran out the door and call my sister that did she set her alarm or something on her microwave but she responded that she didn't. So I went to the kitchen and take a look and  I thought it would of been a short but the microwave was new, but she just bought it two days ago. Then the heating or cooking time was at 30 sec quick heating which quickly reminds me of my father because he usually use that button only on the microwave, he doesn't know how to use the numbers also at that time i looked at my clock it was 10 something close to 11..close to the time which my father usually wake up to warm some food i left for him in a microwaveable container before i head out to work. I was shocked for a moment. Still again my cousins were tripping out like crazy , not wanting to come inside the house, but i said it's okay it's probably just my father coming to look for food because he's hungry or trying to communicate with me then after i said that the microwave suddenly stops. I found what we needed and we just left, but inside of me, i just kept feeling that it's him because i don't feel any goosebumps nor i was afraid one bit. Once we got in the car, I smell a little scent of my father with the wind passes my nose for bit , which i didn't tell my cousins at all, because if i did they'll probably jump out of the car so i just kept quiet and we just drove back to home. I guess maybe he wants to communicate with me that he's still around but too much people at the main house and it's too loud, so he waited until i was alone or at a less noisy place to communicate with me. "shrugged" i don't know.

Note:this is the first time that's ever happened to me.

another thing I notice that when I look at my father when we're at the funeral home and after i dressed him up, he looks like he was sleeping only and when i looked at other relatives who passed away , they looked really disappointed or "chim chim" or dub dub muag.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 24, 2011, 01:36:31 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on October 24, 2011, 01:57:26 PM
Ah no not meaning to criticize. I've had moments that I cant explain either. Just trying to help solve what may be attacking your guys' chickens. The first ones are opossums which we've had attack our chickens before. The second ones are raccoons and they look very similar to human baby feet with long nails. My dad ended up killing the possum with an air rifle at night and the raccoon by trapping and shooting it with a .22. It had previously chewed its way out of the trap before my dad reinforced it. These guys can squeeze into tiny tiny holes, tricky f#€@ers.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 24, 2011, 02:12:52 PM
It's a case of them little critters riding chickens..jdh did ur chick dies or just looks like it'a been sat on..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 24, 2011, 02:44:34 PM
JDH, your stories are scary.  Tell us about your wife's encounter if you don't mind sharing it in here for us.


My grandma passed away about almost two months now and I believe a week or two after we buried her; we went back home (Fresno) to visit my parents.

The day before my grandma passed, she wanted to see my son but I told her that he was getting fussing and is getting ready to sleep so my grandma didn't get to see my son.

The night when we came to my parents, I got out of the car with my son and my nephew was there so he took my son from me as I got a call and was busy talking outside.  He took my son into my parents house and went down to sit on the sofa then suddenly my son cried hysterically and wouldn't stop crying.  His cries was different from all his other normal cries.  This time it sounded like he got spooked.  I got off the call and tried to calm him down but he would not calm down.  He cried for a good 30 minutes and my dad had to burn some kind of fabrics and started to say some kinds of words about if there's spirits then for them not to bother my son. 

Yet, he still will not stop.  My mom then got some of those (noob zaub) hmong veggie seeds and gave me some to put it in my mouth, smashed it and spread it all over his body.  After doing this, he then stopped crying and we kind of figure that it's probably my grandma was excited that we brought him over b/c she didn't get to see him one last time before she left us.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 24, 2011, 04:46:29 PM
I just wanted to share an experience over the weekend.. not scary..

On Saturday around 11 am, me, my husband, and 2 kids got back home from the laundry mat. My husband got ready and left to go to some people's house. I was mad all morning so decided I'll get myself ready and head out myself.. Told my kids to get ready and I got up went into the bathroom trying to straighten my hair and put on makeup..

I pulled half of my hair up and pinned it. Got the straightener and started at the bottom hair. Saw that some of my hair was short.. looked like somebody had cut my hair without me knowing. Felt kindof strange and weird but shrugged it off. After getting all ready got inside my car and called my SIL the one who colored my hair during Labor day weekend. Told her I'm coming to visit her so she can tie a string on me and for her to check my hair cause looks like somebody had cut my hair, cause i know it's not over processing of the bleach. She checked my hair and kindof got freaked out about it cause she believes in the spiritual world.. She then told me to call one of our grandpa from the husband's side, and tied a string on me.

I came home Saturday night not really worried about it, but that night I had a dream that I was in this one room but on the side where i was looking at was completely dark. I felt frighten so i told my Husband's brother to come sit there with me. Let's call him B. There was a dark figure crawling towards me so I yelled out.. B look there's something crawling towards me. B looked to the dark side then turn back at me and said Niam Tij ther's nothing there.. Right at the moment that he turned away and tell me there's nothing there the dark figure started crawling again. I then dreamed that me and my husband went and asked this very old guy to look at it. The old guy brought out a bowl of water and some incense (xya) He gave the bowl to my husband to look at and his response was "It's empty".. The old guy then looked at the bowl of water, Took a step back, and said "Tus Dab No Mas Heev Tiag Tiag Li Nawb.." Right at that moment I woke up.

Sunday morning I felt weird so I decided to call one of my husband's grandpa to look at it. He later called me in the afternoon and told me that Kuv mus raug ib tug dab hluas nraug that's why he came and cut my hair.. He told me not to be scared cause he set a time frame for me. He give me 3 days if I still feel scared, and still have dreams of them, then for me to go to his house and he will do the close the spirit thing for me, but if it does get better and i'm not scared anymore then for us to give him a call and if there's anything else to do then he will let me know..

Enjoy..!!
Major Hmong Rule..
1. Tsis Txhob Kho Kho Siab..
2. Tsis Txhob Seev..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 24, 2011, 08:29:41 PM
Sorry I couldn't understand the Hmoob lingo. But could you define it in engrish lol. It would help a lot of us who can't read Hmoob..LOL Lame ain't I.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 24, 2011, 10:43:43 PM
@ saki saki..

The whole thing..?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2011, 06:19:50 AM
@ saki saki..

The whole thing..?
i understand everything up til the hmoob lingo..i had to skip tat part, and pick up on the engrish.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on October 25, 2011, 01:07:52 PM
i understand everything up til the hmoob lingo..i had to skip tat part, and pick up on the engrish.lol

Her hmong words are do not be sad and I really don't know the english words to the second part but all and all don't go out in the night crying and being sad by yourself b/c you will attract other spirits.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xyOOj2608 on October 25, 2011, 01:41:13 PM
@ saki.. yea just like what Sahara said.. Thanks..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2011, 01:43:13 PM
Tx,
The two of you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on October 25, 2011, 01:48:34 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on October 25, 2011, 04:00:45 PM
I don't know if i was just thinking too much and creeping myself out. This morning at 4am I heard little kids laughing outside my window. There's a picnic bench outside of my window (live in a apartment). I awoke to their laughter and jibberish talk. At first, I was pissed cuz they woke me up and because it was still dark. I didnt know it was 4am, i assume it was 6 am because i had thought maybe they got up to go to school and was waiting for their ride outside on the bench. But, as i listened to them talk, i couldnt make out what they were saying. It didnt sound like any type of language, it sounded like jibberish. The one word i can hear loud and clearly was " vámonos" over and over again. A little girl kept saying it, but she would continue to laugh this creepy, annoying laugh and they would continue to giggle and talk.

Then, i heard a little boy. He wasn't talking...he was making these animal sounds..kind of like a growl follow with low gurgles. The other girls would continue to laugh this creepy, loud laugh. They were moving stuff on the bench because i can heard paper-like shuffles. This went on for as long as 10 mins. I grabbed my phone and it said 4:30 am, it was then that it hit me. Maybe they werent kids, maybe...just maybe they were poj ntxoog!!! I started to get scared, my heart pounding but i stay as still as i can. If i was right, i didnt want them to know that i was listening to them. One girl kept saying " vámonos" but they weren't leaving, they would just laugh then say " vámonos" over and over again. In my head i was like "damn, you keep saying "let's go" but ya still there, wtf! leave already!" Suddenly it got quiet. No more laughter or jibberish talk. Then i questioned myself, "if they left, how come i didnt hear any feet scuffling, or any footsteps leaving the premises, how come i didnt hear they gather their things, how come i didnt hear any of their clothes shuffle as they got up to leave, how come i didnt hear any of these things!!!"

After that, i just closed the window and fell back asleep. So, tell me...was i just thinking too much?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2011, 05:14:04 PM
Its was Dora and her cuz De sumting a go... Monkey boots and baby jaz...lol
I tink it's them little crittiers. I use to hear 'em outside my one empty room.. and i thought it was just he ppl next door..lol
Also wen i was still living in Mt Airy.. i use to work til_2:30am and for 2 straight nites wen i got to my room.
I would hear2 voices like talking to each other.. but i can not make out wat it was say'n...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on October 25, 2011, 07:14:27 PM
I'm in the mood for scary stories. So quick! It is almost october 31st!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2011, 10:12:43 PM
I got one, but it's a pigoen story..way back to mt.airy my hommies had ths coop. Under a bridge... Me and my hommies would go and check the pigoen offenly...we even slept in the coop.. it was a kinds of like a mini house cuz we all have like a bed of our own to sleep in....it's kinda like an atic... Anyways we all sorta felt weird tat night... So we all left the coop, but for sum reason my buddy forgot to get sumting..and we had to go back to the coop...well i was the first on to enter the room...IDK if it was the dust or the moon light... Cuz wen i open the door and enter.
I thought i saw a striped huge cat....walking infront of me.... I freaked out and jumped like 5feet backward....al l my buddy was like WFT...i scream tiger or sumting like tat and and we all ran back but we all found enough courage to go back into the pigoen coop... I still don't know wat i saw tat night....like i said dust and the moonlight...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2011, 10:20:21 PM
So we relocated our pigoen coop but was still in tat area. One of buddy was there by himself tat one day. He he saw a little white figure floating on the train track...at first he thought it was one of those inspector. Of those tat walk on the railroad and gett'n chase by 'em, you know wat i speak of..lol anyways he kept on looking and it looked like wat he thought was a whyt figure lady.. after he watch it floated away he slowly got out of the coop and went home...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on October 25, 2011, 10:27:53 PM
@Saki saki: i think so too cuz my friend who lives in the same apartment complex (but her apartment is a little further than mine) said that she heard the exact same thing too just one night ago. I was scared so i tried not to move cuz i figure that if "they" heard me, they would kno dat i was listening to them n might keep bothering me. I sleep wit my bf and his apartment doesnt have that hmong spiritual paper thingy on their wall so that means that evil spirits can easily enter their home. I didnt want to attract any type of spirits into their home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on October 26, 2011, 01:38:02 AM
@ JDH... I don't mean to criticize if it sounded like I did. I'm a believer of paranormal things. There are things out there that just cannot be explained by science. I've had a few experiences myself. Nothing major though. I've been sat on before too. I believe demonic entities are behind that. Also I've heard loud howling noises and loud growls at night before and trust me, it couldn't have been an animal. I've had my name called out by an unknown entity at night coming from a dark forested area in a remote place. But yeah, with all these new smart phones with awesome cameras on it, I'm hoping someone would capture something and share it with us PHers. Lol!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 26, 2011, 12:44:29 PM
Halloween is coming. There will be costume contests. A few years ago, the winner at a club was that of a
colorful Hmong costumed dead lady with sticking teeth and a dripping blood on the forehead.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on October 26, 2011, 02:45:37 PM
Halloween is coming. There will be costume contests. A few years ago, the winner at a club was that of a
colorful Hmong costumed dead lady with sticking teeth and a dripping blood on the forehead.

you sure is not a ghost? or a dead person in the club?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on October 26, 2011, 03:45:44 PM
DAYUMM! Great stories! I always come here and read scary stories here in PH at school.
 Well, this didnt happen to me and i didn't get alot of detail from what was going on.
 What happen was my uncle he was sleepy in this one house they just move in. The lights was off and everything. So then someone turn on the light and turn it back off and on. He got mad and curise at whatever was doing that. That lady(ghost) got mad and hit him in his nose and he strated bleeding and shiet more thing had happen
but long story but this is all ima tell.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 26, 2011, 03:48:38 PM
you sure is not a ghost? or a dead person in the club?

Could be.

Isn't that more scary now?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: meiyouren on October 26, 2011, 04:28:42 PM
I've heard about poj ntxoog riding/sitting on chickens.  One of the Hmong family in our town have some land out in the country side where they raise chickens and do gardening.  It's pretty far from our small town and very isolated.  

My brother is friends with one of their son.  A few years ago he had some chickens in one of their coop, it was temporarily until he finished his coop in our yard, and it happened to a few of his chickens.  He said that he went to feed his chickens that morning and found them flat on the ground, like they were crushed.  His friend said that once in a while that will happen to some of the chickens in their coop and there was really no explanation for how it happen.  My brother has been raising chickens since he was little and that was the first time anything like this happened to his chickens so he was baffled.    

My grandmother overheard him talking about it with my uncle, who is obsessed with chickens, and told him about the whole poj ntxoog sitting on the chicken thing.  After that he finished his coop and so didn't really go to that place again, but his friend says that it still happens.

Another thing about the land is that most of the Hmong family in town used it to do those stuff, like tso plig (soul releasing ceremonies) and whatnot there. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 26, 2011, 06:04:53 PM
Speaking about that a Friend of mine did that thingy over at St.Paul Park...I didn't know about it. But I still fish there but in the back of my mind I try not to think of that.

Know getting into the story as to why he did that.. it's pretty lengthy so I'm gonna tell it in a bit of detail and not so...
Anyways his buddy's wife was kinda acting funny and talking to herself. You know by, by, by sorry can't spell the hmoob lingo..
So they called the jingle bell person to looking into it. or trapping the spirit. So they trapped and told the husband to go release it sum where far far away.. So my buddy and his buddy went to release it, but the friend didn't believe in all those BS. So they released across the Hudson..Some where in that area.. Location unknown..And the jingle person told them or him not to go there for like 1-2 yrs. but the dude didn't believe in that so 3 months later the dude went there to fish with his wife. And Bang wat ever that thing was fellow them back home... And the wife was doing all those strange stuff again. And he had to call the jingle bell guy back and had to do a huge jingle bell... My buddy was invited and he said that was the biggest jingle bell thingy he's ever saw.
And wen it was done they took it to St. Paul Park, sum where around that area...
Dam I was gonna planing to do some night fishing there for them BIg Cats with my hommies and that's wen one of my buddy mention that story.. Dam...Why i gotta be told about that place..

But true, every time I go there to fish I always had the vibes that I'm not alone out there, like sum one or ting looking at me.. Yikess..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on October 28, 2011, 11:39:38 PM
Night fishing is always a trip out time. Fishing during the morning already feels like a horror movie. I heard a story about a dude who just fell over and drown while fishing early before sun raise. His friends witnessed him standing and than *bloop* flat on the surface and sunk down. After the funeral, a shaman looked into it and said that there were those creature you guys was talking about that sits on chicken, they were behind him and throw a rock and hit him on the back of the head, knock him out and took him with them right at the moment. So the body that fell over wasn't his. For what ever reason, even after the incident and the story that spread all over the local area, people still go fishing there at the same spot. And there's some stories about people seeing giant shadow swimming toward the shore and than disappear when it get close. And people be hearing little girls laughing now and than. People be crazy to be fishing like that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 29, 2011, 06:26:30 AM
Yo, after reading ur story, ut just remind me of a story a friend of mine told me...
His BIL's wife and their relatives were doing a picnic, and his wife was doing sumting, walking ir running, and she tripped, soon later she fell ill, so they did the jingle bell and found out tat. Wen they were at the park and play'n around the wife tripped over and fell. Those little thingy had a chickrn tat was tird to a rope. And wen she tripped she broke the rope and the chicken ran off, therefore the thingy took the rope and tie her spirit, as a replacement. So they had to go buy a new chick and swap it , so tat her spirit can be release. Dam
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on October 30, 2011, 01:57:20 AM
omg your stories are effin scary!!! i got chills jus reading it..i think im feeling paranoid now and its midnight! ahhhh
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on October 30, 2011, 03:39:53 AM
Yo u got me freaky out and confuse, wen you said "the door swung open and ran straight towards you and grab ur foot and weep... Aaahh OMG... I thought it was the ghost.. than i had to re-read ur sentance.. woooh... I only mis read..lol
Scary, scary..tell me. Ur parents moved out of tat place or you still living in the place?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on October 30, 2011, 02:47:06 PM
about houses that bring bad luck is true. my parents say to never buyy a house that has a front door that faces straight to the back door..cuz some homes hav da front door n a hallway dat has a back door so wen u open the front door u will be staring straight across the hallway and at the end of the hallway will bethe door to the backyard. houses like that makes u poor cuz da money u earn comes in the front door n right out the back door.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on October 31, 2011, 12:02:24 AM
In a place far, far away but yet still somewhere only in the United States, some rock quarry workers had dug up part of a valley and left some bulldozers and trucks there overnight. The next day they came back, the entire area was full of water. What they had dug up has turned into a lake. So, with their vehicles deep under the water, they just left the place alone.

Years later, Hmong refugees got resettled near the area. An old Hmong man dreamed of a stranger. "I live there; you live here. You can come visit me as I am visiting you. But do not catch my fish. My fish and I live in that lake," the visitor said.

"My brother and I were outcast from our dragon clan," the visitor continued. "He was a drunkard and womanizer. They chased us. And he got arrested and was taken to be punished. But I got away and here I am."

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on October 31, 2011, 06:57:40 PM
While I was waiting for the admin's approval to join, I read through all the stories in three days and for the past week, I haven't been able to stay home alone, so I just want to say, "Thank you!". I have to sleep with the lights on too :(

I have a couple of stories to share as well. These are experiences I've had in the past.

When I was in junior high my family moved into a new house my parent's bought. We were really excited because it was something that was finally ours. It was a one level rambler with a basement.  At first we didn't notice anything but then weird things started happening one after another.

My older sister was the first to experience something after we moved in. Her bedroom was in the basement and her bedroom door had one of those built in blind-like screen (so you can somewhat see through the door). She was sitting in her room alone when she heard someone in high heels walking around the basement. She even saw a figure walk by so she thought it was one of us and called out. Of course, no one answered because it wasn't anyone of us. Totally freaked her out. I can still hear her running upstairs, yelling for my parents  ;D

Random things continue to happen that aren't frightening but it makes the back of my hair prick when it does. I remember taking a shower once and coming out of the shower to find my clothes missing. When I went to go look for them, they were folded neatly on my bed. (I locked the bathroom door so no one else would have been able to come in.) Needless to say, I didn't wear those clothes!

There was one night though that scared the crap out of me. It was late and my siblings and I were up playing games. We took a break and I went to use the bathroom. When I came out they looked at me and asked if I went outside. I didn't. They gave me an odd look and suggested that we end the night. Apparently while they were all waiting for me, they heard someone coming inside the house through the back door; that's why they thought it was me.

Everyone went to bed and I slept on the sofa in the living room. As I was dozing off, I heard someone open the screen door in the back, turn the knob on the back door and enter the house. It sounded like whoever came in walked into the kitchen and set something down on the kitchen floor, opened the basement door, took a few steps down and tumbled all the way down to the landing. It was loud.

I said a prayer and ignored it because I knew it wasn't any of my family members. We were all asleep and definitely not expecting a visitor.

About a few minutes later, the same event repeated again. After I heard the tumbling down the stairs a second time, I got up and ran to my older brothers room. I woke him up and told him what I heard. We decided to go inspect the basement in case someone came inside the house. My older brother, his wife, my parents, older sister and I checked every room downstairs and found nothing. So we went into every room again and prayed.

I returned to the sofa and tried to sleep again. Suddenly, loud footsteps began stumping up the stairs, the sliding door that divided the kitchen from the living room swung open, it ran straight up to me, plucked down by my feet, started crying, called my name and said, "There's something down there."

I didn't even open my eyes. I just screamed, "NIAAAAM!"

My parents rushed into the living room and turned on the lights. It was my younger sister who ran upstairs. They asked her what happened and she told us that after we prayed and left her bedroom, she tried to go back to sleep but heard someone laughing. She opened her eyes and saw a figure sitting on the futon laughing. While she was still awake, the figure moved over her and began to make her drowsy, as though she was losing control of her body. She broke free and ran upstairs.

There were nights I would stay up late reading or studying. I remember one night was leaned up against the wall and I could hear two voices conversing (more like screaming at each other from a distance) from my parent's room. When I put my ear against the wall, the voices would go mute but when I tried to go back to reading, I could hear them talking again. I even got up to go check on my parents. Nothing was amiss. The next morning I asked my mom if they left the t.v. on or something. She said they didn't but she did have a dream that an old white lady was hovering over her in the bedroom and so she was yelling at the lady to go away and leave the house in peace. Of course she teased me that the lady spoke English so she couldn't really understand but my mom mustered up the best English she knew to tell the lady to go. (My mom has a sense of humor like that.) I told her I heard a conversation coming from their room and we both just thought maybe it was that the lady was in the room talking to my mom.

One night I was up late using the computer in the den when I heard someone whisper my name. The door into the den was slightly open and I could hear the whisper come from there. I thought it was just imagining things so I ignored it. And then something whispered my name again but this time it was right against my ear and I felt it's breath.

these are considered "underground dabs" they are large, heavy, makes loud noises when going up/down stairways, but when a spirit master can track it, it shows only small, little feet, nothing like poj ntxoog. they whisper only to your ears when they speak (they can speak any language and or dialect, can mimic, and or impersonate another person), they hoover around only, and when they want to touch you, they tug your feet/arm when you are drowsing off to sleep or nudge your shoulders. they are not as scary in actual presentation but they will reveal your nightmares to you. the good thing is, you will never the only one in your direct family to experience it. the bad thing is, you will never know what it was/is, and will never have another chance to encounter its power again -- it's a one in a lifetime.

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Oh boy, and you know how parent's say don't play out too much you might pick something up? I did on one of my road trips. My cousin and I were heading back home after dropping off another cousin in Chicago. It was around 11 p.m. as we were driving by Wisconsin Dells. Suddenly the car got really cold and all the hair on the back of my neck went straight. Naive me, I looked in the rear mirror and saw right through a form that was sitting in the back seat. It was faint and I only looked once, but that was all I needed to see anyway. I hit 90-100 mph coming home.

When we got into town, I told my cousin about it and she said yeah, she sensed something too and as soon as I started speeding she knew I felt something as well. I'm glad she didn't say anything until we got home. I'm not the type to scare others when I'm scared because it would make me even MORE scared.

Once we were in town, the eerie vibe went away so I thought that would be the last of it. Nope.

Whatever it was stuck around for a period of time. I kept seeing it in my back seat every once in a while. I don't know if it was male/female. I never saw hair on it. Just a faint, grayish/greenish semblance to a human face. No eyeballs, it was hollow. I could make out a head, thin skin... Come to think of it, I don't know what it wore. I never looked lower or longer than necessary.

Every time I see it, whoever is in my car will sense it's presence as well. The weird thing is, whatever it was never really scared me. I figured, if it was out to scare me, it would do other things, right? Like some of the freaky things other people have experienced? I told my parents about what I was seeing and they asked the pastor to pray for me. It kept appearing though.

One night I was driving back to my apartment from school and I saw it in my car again. This time it gave me a very frightening vibe. I saw the figure crouched in a crawling-like manner from the back seat inching toward me. It came up to sit in the passenger seat. By this time, I was literally plastered against the driver door. I prayed hard and singed loud. Seriously.

After this experience, I refused to drive my car at night time. I wanted to dump it altogether but I needed it for school and work. I told my parents I was getting scared and then a couple of days later my dad called me to come over. He had gone out to buy me a cross to place in my car. Ever since that day I never saw the figure again. I don't know if it was the cross or my dad's act of love that alter things. I've sold that car since.

your dad was right in his judgement. what you saw was a strange traveler having found you and your friends along its travels. there is actually a "salty tongue", a way of saying, to this creature/apparition form... I can't remember, but it is a relatively intellectual being.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on November 01, 2011, 10:01:09 AM
Back around the late '80s, a Hmong woman kept on aborting her babies after she already had 8. One night the baby came to her in a dream, it said "Why you kept on sending me back?, I want to be your. I don't like the other family, I tried to come back to you but every time I'll just end up with them. This is my last attempt, if I can't become your this time than I'll just go back to my mom and my dad up in heaven". A year later the woman gave birth to a baby girl, it's kind of weird because all her other kids are teens and adults already.

At age 2 1/2 to around 3 1/2 the little girl started talking about her other family, she'll be saying "My white mom doesn't love me, when she go and dry clothes outside, she'll hang me up on the clothes line out in the sun for a long long time and it hurt me, I cry and cry but she just ignore me. My white brothers and sisters hit me a lot when my white mom's not looking, and when I cry she'll just yell at me". Than a relative of their came to visit from out of state, she just so happened to be a shaman lady and wanted to do jingle bell to cleanse the family from sin(s) or spiritual stuff. Afterward she told them that when she was in trance she saw the little girl's past life, she was reborn 3 times to the same white family, each time she pass at the age of around just 1. The white family wasn't one of those rich or middle class group people, they were the trailer park white trash kind of human being. And that the little girl is much more happier with her Hmong family now. Afterward the little girl stop talking about it, and it was never mention again. I heard this story when I was a little kid, so it's sort of or mostly off key but hope you guys enjoy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on November 02, 2011, 10:39:07 AM
Oohh i got one!

My sister's sis n law had a 1.5 year old son. He had a sickness (supposedly some type of cancer) and was in and out of the hospital. They did a jingle bell and the reason the boy was sick was because his parents didnt love him and always yelled mean things at him. His parents are very young (early 20s if even) and he mom liked to go out a lot. Sometimes the mom would yell at her son to die. So thats why he became sick. After a while the boys cancer grew worse and spread through his body. He was extremely skinny and dying. The doctor asked the family if they want to let him pass in the hospital or take him home to pass and they decided to take him home. There they held him and watched as he took his last breath. Oh so sad. *tears*

Shortly after his death, his aunt and uncle heard a knocking at their bedroom window every night. They thought it was just their dead grandpa so they said to it that if its the grandpa then for him to go away and not come back. But the knocking continued. So they did jingle bell and it was actually the dead little boy that was knockin on they window.  He had come to ask for money (or something like that)  so he can continue his journey or whatever how it goes when u die and go to a place. They said he didnt go ask his parents for money because they didnt love him. *tears!*  so paper was burnt for him and since then he has gone. 

So sad  :'(


don't meant to change the subject but i have this co-worker who wants to have a child really bad. she's been married for 7 years now and no kids. One day, another co-worker was talking about kids' spirit and what they can sense. it reminded me of my nephew's wife's baby niece. The girl's father was yelling and disrespecting his mom, who watches the child, about some stuff. Well, his dad heard him yelling at his mom so he lectured his son, the niece's father, about how the mom watches the child day in and day out. He told the son to apologize to his mom or else something will happen. That night, the child did not go sleep at all and wouldn't stop crying. The parents couldn't take it anymore so the father went to his mom and apologized. the child finally stopped crying and went to sleep.

I told the story to my co-worker and asked if she has ever yelled at her spirit kids. She admitted to me that she has. Whenever she got mad at her husband, she would say things like, "why would i want your kids? they'd be nothing but a burden." or she'd say things like, "you kids better not come near me. I don't want you." i told her maybe that was the reason why she couldn't have kids! well, she ua neeg for herself a few months ago, turns out that when she was newly married, she could have gotten pregnant but she still wanted to have fun so the spirit child got sad and left. Even after all these years, the spirit child still lingered so the txiv neeg told the child to come around his mom so she can birth him.

It's been a few months and so far, looks like nothing has happened. I still hear her get negative whenever she's mad at her husband or whenever she gets depress. It saddens me because she wants a child so bad but yet won't stop talking so mean to them. Every time that she attempted to ua neeg to fix herself, she would beg for forgiveness and apologize but still hasn't changed her ways of thinking.

words are very powerful. when you keep telling someone to go ahead and die, it brings down their spirit. esp. when you say it to a child.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on November 02, 2011, 06:32:10 PM
This one is from my cousin *Not sure if the story is true but she did mention that it was from a documentary.

A shaman was asked if he had ever seen a ghost and he replied 'yes, just recently'.
This is his story.

Back in Thailand, a lady got mad because her mom did not give her enough money. So she told her mom that since she didn't love her enough, she will go have a ghost take her. She went to a random grave and started hitting the grave with a stick. She kept hitting the grave until the stick broke. She then went home.

Later that day, a guy came to visit her. They talked for a few nights until he convinced her to come out of her house and chat with him. While they were chatting, the shaman happened to walked by. He noticed right away that the guy was not normal. He was wearing an all white outfit with a cross bow. *the one the shaman gives to the dead at a funeral.

All of a sudden, the guy reached over and started strangling the lady. The shaman rushed over and took out his two little axes*which can only be found in a tree where lightening strike; they can kill most monster/ dabs. The shaman guy started striking the guy cutting him on the arms and face. The guy then released the girl and ran off.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on November 03, 2011, 04:35:48 PM
Oohh i got one!

My sister's sis n law had a 1.5 year old son. He had a sickness (supposedly some type of cancer) and was in and out of the hospital. They did a jingle bell and the reason the boy was sick was because his parents didnt love him and always yelled mean things at him. His parents are very young (early 20s if even) and he mom liked to go out a lot. Sometimes the mom would yell at her son to die. So thats why he became sick. After a while the boys cancer grew worse and spread through his body. He was extremely skinny and dying. The doctor asked the family if they want to let him pass in the hospital or take him home to pass and they decided to take him home. There they held him and watched as he took his last breath. Oh so sad. *tears*

Shortly after his death, his aunt and uncle heard a knocking at their bedroom window every night. They thought it was just their dead grandpa so they said to it that if its the grandpa then for him to go away and not come back. But the knocking continued. So they did jingle bell and it was actually the dead little boy that was knockin on they window.  He had come to ask for money (or something like that)  so he can continue his journey or whatever how it goes when u die and go to a place. They said he didnt go ask his parents for money because they didnt love him. *tears!*  so paper was burnt for him and since then he has gone. 

So sad  :'(

people like them shouldnt bring another life into this world until they can really mature up to take the responsibility of being a "parent". My child is my life, my heart, my world..how could their child not be the same? oh yeah, because they're selfish and i hope the baby will be able to finish his afterlife journey and be reborn to a mother who loves him/her as most mothers would.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on November 03, 2011, 10:45:59 PM
I don't know if i posted tis one yet... Back to Mt. Airy, there was tis famiy tat didn't live too far from my place.. anyways one day there was a strom tat came by and sumhow a power line was knock loose, so these kids was play'n on the hill "tis is wat the other kids told the OGs" the one kid told them tat he was gonna slide down the hill and grab the power line... Well we all knows wat happen, you v.s power line..you lose.. so the kid slide down and grabbed the core, and you know he got fried. So after they did the thingy stuff, they moved out of tat place. Well ppl tat still lives there still say tat on a rain day/nite. They can see/hear the kid sitting under those pine tree cry'n or sees a shadow walking back and forth. Dude there are so much strange things tat happen to me in Mt. Airy. Sumtime you wonder if ur eye were stripe eyes or you really see'n ghost... I also hear strange stuff from Mc Donna Homes, but i never really heard it cleary..
But Mt. Airy is tat shyt. If yoy wanna go see ghost...

Ič just glad tat i no longer live in tat spooky project homes...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: meiyouren on November 04, 2011, 01:20:49 AM
My grandma said that back in Laos, her cousin's wife died a few weeks after giving birth.  Apparently her chicken diet literally killed her - she choked on one of the bone pieces and it got stuck in her throat.  They ua neeb later, several years later, and the shaman said that it was her deceased mom who came and took her.  The wife's family was what grandma said was "tsis huv" or not clean/pure.  Grandma said that it means that when someone in the family died they kept coming back.  

Well, the cousin had three older kids besides the newborn.  My uncle was still a baby, grandma said that he was beginning to sit by himself, so she had breast milk and because of that the cousin asked her to take care of the newborn.  The three older kids were split up and put into different families until the funeral was done.  My grandpa attended the funeral and he said that she was so rotten and the stench was so bad that they had to rush the funeral and bury her as soon as possible.  

During the day the newborn was with her family but my grandma took care of her at night because she needed to nurse the baby.  Well, as soon as the cousin's wife was buried, she came back.  Grandma said that the night the dead wife was buried, she came back.  Grandma said that she and grandpa were sleeping with the babies in between them when they heard shuffling footsteps outside the house, it was one of those traditional Hmong houses, tsev nqeeb.  She said that they could smell the stench of rotten flesh inside the house.  The dead wife would walk around the house, pause outside of where my grandparents were sleeping, walk around and pause again outside where they were sleeping.  It would continue until morning comes and then you can hear the footsteps fading away into the distant.  This occurred for several nights and throughout those nights they could not sleep at all.

Well, the husband gave the newborn to some distant relative who couldn't have children.  The relatives do some shaman stuff, spiritually making the baby theirs, renamed her and everything.  Grandma just says,"Txiv neeb muab tus me nyuam rub los ua kawv tug, muab pauv peb pauv xeem, pauv ntsej pauv muag".  

My grandma said that about a few months after the dead wife died the third child was found, drowned in the water.  About a year after that the oldest child fell sick suddenly and died that very night.  Grandma said that she was there when the second child died, a few months after the oldest child passed away.  She said that it was the oddest thing.  One moment the child was happily playing and the next minute she was gasping, as though someone was choking her, within a few minutes the child was dead on the ground.  

Like I said before, they finally did ask a shaman to come and look into it.  The shaman told them that it was the dead wife who had came back and took the children with her.  He said that if they would've ua neeb right after the wife passed away, the children would've been alive.  As it was, it was too little too late but they did change the husband's name.  The only surviving child was the newborn who was adopted by the distant relative.  She survived only because the dead wife couldn't find her, having her name changed and everything.  

Grandma said that the dead wife did try to find the last child but couldn't.  A few months after the second child's death the dead wife came to grandma in a dream.  She said,"Kuv pais lawm es tseg kuv tus me nyuam qaib es nrhiav tsis tau, nej puas paub nws nyob twg os?" (Translation: I went but left my little chick and I can't find it, do you know where it's at?).  Grandma said that in her dream she responded,"Kuv tsis paub es, koj tus me nyuam qaib nyob twg kuv tsis paub os". (Translation: I don't know, where your little chick is, at I don't know).  The dead wife then went to several relatives and asked if they've seen the newborn or know where she's at.  None of them gave her the answer.  This went on for years and years until everyone went their separate ways in the war and they lost contact with that family.

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Sorry if it's long.  My grandma used to tell us this story when me and my cousins were little and she usually was able to scare us into behaving after that.  Just thought I'll share as so many of you have shared and I've enjoyed your stories.

It's way better when my grandma tells it in Hmong though, the words and the rhythms are just scarier.  She usually ends by saying,"If you guys keep on misbehaving, she'll come and take you in place of her fourth child....".


  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on November 04, 2011, 08:52:37 PM
Lol, TX 4 the trans lingo.lol made it easier to understand the hmoob lingo..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kyrie_eleison on November 04, 2011, 09:31:49 PM
I don't know if i posted tis one yet... Back to Mt. Airy, there was tis famiy tat didn't live too far from my place.. anyways one day there was a strom tat came by and sumhow a power line was knock loose, so these kids was play'n on the hill "tis is wat the other kids told the OGs" the one kid told them tat he was gonna slide down the hill and grab the power line... Well we all knows wat happen, you v.s power line..you lose.. so the kid slide down and grabbed the core, and you know he got fried. So after they did the thingy stuff, they moved out of tat place. Well ppl tat still lives there still say tat on a rain day/nite. They can see/hear the kid sitting under those pine tree cry'n or sees a shadow walking back and forth. Dude there are so much strange things tat happen to me in Mt. Airy. Sumtime you wonder if ur eye were stripe eyes or you really see'n ghost... I also hear strange stuff from Mc Donna Homes, but i never really heard it cleary..
But Mt. Airy is tat shyt. If yoy wanna go see ghost...

Ič just glad tat i no longer live in tat spooky project homes...

yeah...I think I heard a similar story in the Enquirer.  If what you say is true, then it's a good thing we keep kryptonite around.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on November 06, 2011, 10:54:31 AM
yeah...I think I heard a similar story in the Enquirer.  If what you say is true, then it's a good thing we keep kryptonite around.
;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on November 06, 2011, 01:36:10 PM
Ok I got one. Well I dont know if I told this or not cause its been awhile. hehe

like a year ago i kept on getting paralyzed and hearing things, but i didnt really care i just ignored it. Since i kept ignoring it, it went away for like almost half a year then i was dating my husband for like not even long then we got married. Just a week later during july 4th of this year that night i was sleeping on the edge and my husband was sleeping by the wall, i can hear something crawling near me and it got up and started talking to me, i wasnt really sure what it was saying to me but i know i was talking back to it. this went on for a few minutes and it just vanished. I got kinda scared cause i had never seen things, i only heard. well then i woke my husband up to go turn on the lights, i told him what happened so i told him to sleep on the edge.

the next morning i was still thinking about what had happened so i called my mom and told her the story [she is a shaman by the way] i told her to check why it happened. and after that she told me that its because me and my husband went out to see the fireworks and when we was coming home that thing followed me home because that thing knows that i used to get paralyzed and it followed me and was trying to scare me because i used to just ignore it. after that my grandma tied a red white and black string on my feet it didnt happen anymore. =] sorry if im a bad typer. hehe
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on November 06, 2011, 01:43:07 PM
So me and my husband is trying to make babies, but its impossible for us to have kids. So i told my mom to see why me and my husband cant have kids. she then did this shaman thing and she said that me and my husbands paper heaven of having babies are not at the same level [read it in hmong, it sounds better] and if we really want to have kids we have to ask a PRO shaman to fix that so we can have babies.

So now we are going to ask my husbands gmama to do a shaman thing at the end of November. wish us luck. =]
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on November 07, 2011, 01:52:26 PM
So me and my husband is trying to make babies, but its impossible for us to have kids. So i told my mom to see why me and my husband cant have kids. she then did this shaman thing and she said that me and my husbands paper heaven of having babies are not at the same level [read it in hmong, it sounds better] and if we really want to have kids we have to ask a PRO shaman to fix that so we can have babies.

So now we are going to ask my husbands gmama to do a shaman thing at the end of November. wish us luck. =]

That's possible.  Hope they can you guys conceive and good luck.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on November 07, 2011, 03:36:59 PM
It’s not a ghost story, it’s a dream. I heard that it’s bad when you dream of someone in hmong clothes or if you’re the one in hmong clothes.

I dreamt that me and my sis was getting ready to go to the hmong new year. We were dressed up in hmong clothes and my two brothers were waiting in their cars to take us to the new year. I got in my second oldest bro’s car and my sis got in my oldest bro’s car. Instead of driving us to the new year, both my bros dropped my sis and me off at a funeral home. My dress was kind of loose so I asked my sister to help me tie my sash on tighter. When she was tying on the sash, I looked around and no one else was in hmong clothes but me! The og’s were giving me the looks like “why is she in hmong clothes.†I wasn’t scared until I heard two hmong ladies saying, “ohh, tus tub Tommy no, lawv cia nws tus ntsuj plig ua si ib week xub ces nws ua rov qab los txhob ib tus neeg mus ua nws tus poj niam.†That was when I got scared because when I looked down on myself, I was the only one in hmong clothes and my hmong clothes were the traditional ones ( black shirt with blue cuffs, red sash and white dress).

I told my mom but she assured me that it’s nothing to worry about. She said in order to take away the bad luck I have to trade it…so she advised me to go buy a $1 scratcher so that I can trade my bad luck with it. IDK, that’s what she told me, I haven’t even done so.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on November 08, 2011, 02:47:39 PM
It’s not a ghost story, it’s a dream. I heard that it’s bad when you dream of someone in hmong clothes or if you’re the one in hmong clothes.

I dreamt that me and my sis was getting ready to go to the hmong new year. We were dressed up in hmong clothes and my two brothers were waiting in their cars to take us to the new year. I got in my second oldest bro’s car and my sis got in my oldest bro’s car. Instead of driving us to the new year, both my bros dropped my sis and me off at a funeral home. My dress was kind of loose so I asked my sister to help me tie my sash on tighter. When she was tying on the sash, I looked around and no one else was in hmong clothes but me! The og’s were giving me the looks like “why is she in hmong clothes.†I wasn’t scared until I heard two hmong ladies saying, “ohh, tus tub Tommy no, lawv cia nws tus ntsuj plig ua si ib week xub ces nws ua rov qab los txhob ib tus neeg mus ua nws tus poj niam.†That was when I got scared because when I looked down on myself, I was the only one in hmong clothes and my hmong clothes were the traditional ones ( black shirt with blue cuffs, red sash and white dress).

I told my mom but she assured me that it’s nothing to worry about. She said in order to take away the bad luck I have to trade it…so she advised me to go buy a $1 scratcher so that I can trade my bad luck with it. IDK, that’s what she told me, I haven’t even done so.


OMG my mom tells me to do the same thing when I have bad dreams of losing out, she says to buy a lottery ticket and if you lose, you already compensated for it!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on November 08, 2011, 03:24:28 PM
“ohh, tus tub Tommy no, lawv cia nws tus ntsuj plig ua si ib week xub ces nws ua rov qab los txhob ib tus neeg mus ua nws tus poj niam.â€

I'm sorry, but english please. I don't know how to read hmong.  ;) &' Thanks.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: meiyouren on November 08, 2011, 09:54:58 PM
“ohh, tus tub Tommy no, lawv cia nws tus ntsuj plig ua si ib week xub ces nws ua rov qab los txhob ib tus neeg mus ua nws tus poj niam.â€

I'm sorry, but english please. I don't know how to read hmong.  ;) &' Thanks.


Not the best translation but something along the line of:

"Oh, they only let Tommy's spirit play for a week and then he has to come back/return and take another person to go be his wife"
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kyrie_eleison on November 09, 2011, 02:22:17 AM
“ohh, tus tub Tommy no, lawv cia nws tus ntsuj plig ua si ib week xub ces nws ua rov qab los txhob ib tus neeg mus ua nws tus poj niam.â€

I'm sorry, but english please. I don't know how to read hmong.  ;) &' Thanks.


...or english either. 

Hahahahahahaha
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on November 10, 2011, 12:37:53 AM
“ohh, tus tub Tommy no, lawv cia nws tus ntsuj plig ua si ib week xub ces nws ua rov qab los txhob ib tus neeg mus ua nws tus poj niam.â€

I'm sorry, but english please. I don't know how to read hmong.  ;) &' Thanks.


you should have taken hmong class! it's easy..anywho.. translate: " Oh, this son Tommy here, they're going to let his spirit play for one week only then he will come back and take a person to go be his wife."
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on November 10, 2011, 12:40:37 AM
OMG my mom tells me to do the same thing when I have bad dreams of losing out, she says to buy a lottery ticket and if you lose, you already compensated for it!

lol yes that's exactly what my parents say. I went and bought one and i lost badly. LOL. well, back to Ghost Stories!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: PaZong on November 10, 2011, 02:47:20 PM
I've been reading these ghost stories at work...it's been 2 days and I've spent about 8 hours reading...fina lly on page 20 but let me share with you all my experiences.

When I was really young, we used to live in this house in Wisconsin (my parents still own the house, they rent it out) and this house was CRAZY haunted. There were so many instances that happened there and I experienced a lot. One time I was at a funeral and there were two funerals going on, a Hmong and Meeka funueral. I was stupid as a kid and always curiuos so I somehow found my way into the other side of the funeral home where the Meeka funeral was going on. I remember going up to the casket and seeing this old white woman laying in the coffin. Stupid me, I reached over and played with the bracelet on her wrist. A few nights later, I woke up feeling bothered, like someone was pulling or picking at the right corner of my head. I turned my head towards the corner of the bed (I always slept by the wall because I was always so scared) and there was this hand from the edge of the corner (there's always a gap at the corner of the bed when you position it against a wall) feeling around my pillow as if it was looking for me. I got sooo scared I jumped up and was on all four on my bed and threw the blanker over me. I moved away quickly from my pillow and peeked to see if the hand was still there (I had a twin size bed and I was sleeping alone at the time). When I looked, I saw the hand extending further looking for me still. I started scooting back on the bed and I could hear "it" talking underneath my bed...at first it started saying "A B C D E F..." and then the words were a mumble that I couldn't understand but I was scared as heck. By the time I reached the end of the bed with the covers still over me, the hand was still extended out half way, still searching for me. I’ll never forget how the hand looked like; it was blueish..kinda like it was bruised but it was the color of the hand. Then all of a sudden, I heard my mom in the kitchen because she always got up early to go do ginseng work with my Aunties. I jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen and told my mom what happened. She brushed it off and changed the subject telling me to go wake up my siblings and when I went back in to the room, the hand was gone. Needless to say, where the hand was touching me (right side back corner of my head), it started scabbing up as if I had hit my head somewhere. I went to school and my teachers though my parents hit me which is why my head looked like that. The scabbing/bleeding went away and to this day, I have a huge bald spot (thank gawd for my thick hair) at the corner of my head, same spot the hand was touching me at. I believe it was the old woman who came back to teach me a lesson for touching her while she was in her casket. As a kid you’re stupid and you don’t before you do something…so I learned my lesson from that. I’ve got more to share, but I have to get back to reading the other stories. I’ll come back share one again later.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: PaZong on November 10, 2011, 03:22:45 PM
Here’s a couple more:
One night I was sooo hot I slept with no blanket on and was laying on my back. I was still pretty young, probably at the age of elementary school. I remember waking up for some reason during the night and saw a black shadowy figure, the shape of what a typical devil’s shape would look like at the side of my bed towards my leg area. It had one of it’s arms extended out as if it was reaching over to grab me. It noticed that I woke and we locked eyes for a couple seconds. It had red fiery eyes, but everything else was a shadow. It slowly retrieved it’s hand away from me and I saw it crawl back under my bed. I thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. To that point, I was just used to ghosts bothering me so I wasn’t as scared.
Another story was that one early early morning during the summer, I was sleeping at the wall (because remember, I’m a chicken) and my other sister was sleeping next to me. I woke up because I kept feeling something at the top of my head and when I looked, it was a hand with it’s arm extending out from the corner of my bed. It looked like a white man’s hand too. I remembered being so scared that I jumped over my sister and pushed her towards the wall. The hand started touching her on her face but that didn’t wake her up though. I knew that “it†knew “it†wasn’t touching me so I saw the hand move it’s direction towards me…then before I knew it, I blacked out and woke up trying to remember what happened.
One story was that when my parents moved out of the house that I grew up (keep in mind it was super haunted and probably still is!), we moved into a nicer home. The kids’ rooms were upstairs and my parent’s room is downstairs. I remember waking up to voices in the hallway..it sounded like Meeka people but I knew something was wrong because why would there be Meeka people in the hallway talking away as if everything was normal in the middle of the night? I had my room door open too and I was super scared so I was trying to wake up my sister so she could be scared with me.  (LoLz) When I was calling her name to wake her up, I heard a Meeka woman’s voice saying “Did you hear that?†and I got super scared and started calling my sister’s name louder to wake her up. Then the voice got closer and I heard “Did you hear that again?†and before I knew it, I blacked out. Not sure what happened after that, but as a kid, when I experienced these encounters, I always ended up blacking out and not remembering what happened. My parents still live in that house and it’s still haunted, but the spirit(s) is still there.
One time when I was still married, my ex-husband and I stayed in my old room (refer to the story above, same room). We were talking and laying in bed in the dark when all of a sudden, the door jerked open. I knew we had closed the door tight, and my ex stopped talking when that happened. I casually got up as if I wasn’t afraid and said “Oh, that door does that when you don’t close it tight†so he wouldn’t be scared. I shut it tight and crawled back into bed; then we started talking again. While we were talking, the door jerked open once again. This time, I was so scared I jumped out of bed and ran into my brother’s old room where my younger sister and her hubby was sleeping. My ex and I ended up sleeping with them that night.
Another time, my BIL was sleeping in that room and he thought he saw one of my sisters walking down the hallway in a light purple robe  (the room is the last room at the end of the hallway). He didn’t think nothing of it and laid in bed for a couple more minutes and then decided to wake up. He went downstairs to find my sister fully dressed and ready for the day. I remember him saying “Weren’t you just upstairs in your robe?†when the whole time, my sister was downstairs with me.
My parent’s house that they live in is pretty creepy. Upstairs is a big NO NO for me, even to this day. The vibe is just scary. An old woman died in the room that I used to sleep in. She used to pound the walls when she wanted something when she was alive; at least that’s what my mom told me. It makes sense because once night I came home and was soooo tired from work that I almost fell asleep when I heard pounding on the wall in my mini walk in closet. I got mad and cursed at the noise and it started pounding louder. I kept cursing and it wouldn’t stop so I finally took a breath and apologized for cussing and if whoever was doing the pounding would stop. The pounding stopped.
My parents were just recently in Thailand with my Uncle and Auntie. They rented this hotel that was rebuilt and it was said that the building tore down when Tsunami hit the town that they were in; a lot of people died as well due to the Tsunami. The bed that my parents shared had this urine smell, and my dad was sleeping on that side, but made my mom switch so my mom ended up sleeping on the side that smelled like urine. My mom woke up to and there was a little boy sleeping next to my mom, so basically, my mom was being sandwiched by the ghost and my dad. She was so scared, but she didn’t dare wake my dad up (it’s because he’s more a chicken than me or anyone else that I know of when it comes to ghosts). The little boy laid there for a little bit while my mom was paralyzed in fear. She said the little boy woke up and walked towards the corner of the room and disappeared. My Auntie and Uncle also was telling us that they heard cats crying every night that they stayed at the hotel. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bossymum on November 10, 2011, 04:05:02 PM
@PaZong: danng, your encounters are freaky!!!! esp. with those hands that are always searching for you! keep writing!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: PaZong on November 10, 2011, 04:24:31 PM
My parents house is still very haunted: one time my eldest sister and my mom was in the living room talking. My parent’s room is right next to the living room and they always keep the door locked. During that time while my sister and my mom was chit chatting away, they noticed the doorknob moving and twisting around as if someone was in there wanting to get out. I have 5 sisters and 2 brothers; we’re all adults now and have our own kids. Thinking it was once of the kids (the grand kids are always at my parent’s house), my sister opened the door and found no one there. My mom and my sister looked at each other blinking and remembering in horror that they were the only ones in the house at the time.
Another time, my BIL had just gotten to my parent’s house. My mom had just gotten home too at the same and needed help with the groceries. My BIL helped her bring in the first load, she was still outside by her car and haven’t gone in yet. My BIL brought the groceries in and at the corner of his eye, he saw someone sitting on the loveseat couch with their arms sprawled out on the couch. Nobody was in the house at the time so he quickly turned around and walked out of the house, made a quick excuse, and left.
Another story: recently my sister’s MIL passed away and I was a little freaked out because as a human, when you know someone who passed away, it kinda freaks you out. So one night I was sleeping alone in my brother’s house (him and his little family went out of town that weekend) . I dreamt that I saw my sister’s MIL (she was super nice when she was alive and always sweet) and she came to me and asked me why I was so scared and that I shouldn’t be scared of her. After that dream, I wasn’t afraid anymore.
Another time when one of my favorite childhood Uncles passed away, I was really sad. At that time I was married and so I couldn’t go to his funeral because I lived out of state. I had always wondered about him and once night, I dreamt that I went into a trailer and saw my Uncle that passed away cooking. He looked like himself when he was alive but was by the sink minding his own business. I remembered in my dream that I knew he was dead already, but I wasn’t scared. I asked him in my dream if he was okay and it took him a little bit to respond to me, but his response overcame the sadness that I had felt. He had looked at me and smiled and shook his head “yes†as if to acknowledge that he is fine. Ever since then, I wasn’t so sad anymore because I knew he was okay. Another story related to the same family; my Uncle’s wife passed away (she was super sweet too) and I heard after her funeral that one of her son-in-laws is a major drug addict and he took the money that was supposed to be saved for her funeral and spent it on drugs. When that son-in-law was at the funeral, every time he got a plate of food, there was hair in there. FREAKY!
I hear that at funerals, some people don’t eat the food there because they say the dead eat from the food that is cooked at the funeral.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: PaZong on November 10, 2011, 04:34:44 PM
My Auntie and Uncle used to live in the country and they always had acres of crops. When we would go harvest the crops, sometimes I would come across corn that have been open and there was always black slime. I always assumed it was ghosts/pa xomb eating the crops. Can anyone explain this?

My Grandma always used to say to me that if you are scared of them, they will know and they will come bother you. But if you are not, they will leave you alone. As an Adult, I haven't encountered spirits *knock on wood* the same way that I did when I was little. My Grandma used to scare us by saying: The person that sleeps by the wall is the tastiest person hence the most scared, the middle person is the worm (say it in Hmong and it'll make sense), and I can't remember what she used to say about the person that slept by the side with no wall.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mommabear on November 10, 2011, 06:51:37 PM
lmfao PaZaong.. ur stories dont scare me! i am actually lmfao.. no offense of course.. lmfao
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mommabear on November 10, 2011, 07:18:53 PM
here are my stories..

we were all at the hospital because my mil had just taken her last breath.. when we came back home.. my sister was soo freaked out.. she said.. my neice who was  2 1/2 at the time said grandma was outside.. lol my sister was soo scared because she knew my mil had just passed away... another dream of mines that wasnt scary was when she came to me and thanked me for being a good nyab.. that really made me happy.. because they did live with us and my husband is the youngest son..

something else freaky was when we stayed up alll night for my fil funeral... by around 6am.. there was some knocking on pipes to teh left of my fil's casket.. in the room where they store the bodies when people leave.. we looked around.. outside.. but there was no one there to make those noises.. i think it was whatever spirits that were left in that hmong funeral home because my fil had a good heart.. he would never do anything intentionally to scare  us.. right after they wheeled his body out of the funeral home.. all of the sudden.. i just had a creeepy feeling because i knew that he wasnt n the room anymore.. there was something else there.. eekk.. that was a creepy feeling.. i felt safer with him in the room.
Title: First unknown experience
Post by: kyolee on November 10, 2011, 08:16:27 PM
Here is my first ghost experience when i was in 5th grade... It first start when me and my older sister we came home from skool to go to her bf house. As we got to my sis bf house, her bf took us right straight down to the basement because all of his niece and nephew were down in the basement playing. We went down to the basement and went into the room were he put his drum set and music box in it. Her bf told me to stay in there as him and my sis went up stair. At that point i was like what the hell why do they want to go up stair when all of his niece and nephew were down the basement. After my sis and her bf left to go up stair i close the doors and listen to the music box. I turn on the volume on the music box to half way. All I did was sitting in there, listen to music and waiting for them to come down to the room. As i was waiting for them like 5 min, all of my sis bf niece and nephew start to ran up stair and i do hear they went up stair but i don't really care. when they all went up stair i went to turn the music a little lower. After sitting in that room waiting for them suddenly i hear a loud knock on the door and thought it was them to came and tell me to go up stair, so i got up to open the door. When i open the door there was no one there.  Remember I was the only one down in the basement alone. I got out of the room to go check to see who is it. As i go out i turn to the right and there was a half square where they put there exercise equipment. That whole half square where pitch black as i turn and look into that area, my hair just go up and my skin start to get goosebumps. I stood there and stare around that area for 5 sec to see if any did come down or they just wanna play trick with me. As i was looking in there i could feel that there was someone there looking at me and i don't see them but i know there where something there. I quickly turn back, get into the room and lock the door and turn the music volume all the way up.. I stay in that room for 5 min later and heard another knock on the door again but this time i wait until there were two knock on the door. As the knock keep going and i heard my name call so i got up and open the doors and there it is my sis and his bf. He came in and turn off music and went up stair. later that day me and my sis walk home from her bf house as i we were walking home i was thinking who the hell would knock on the door and gone that fast because if they went up the stair i would heard the footstep but i heard none going up the stair. That is what it make me think until i was a freshman in college. Sorry not that scary but it was my first ghost or what ever experience that i have when i was just a 5th grade.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 10, 2011, 09:20:47 PM
How about just looking at this alone?
(http://pnd1.smugmug.com/Travel/Following-the-Mekong-through/-/284540670_MaRXS-L-2.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mommabear on November 10, 2011, 09:25:38 PM
reporter mas!!!! is vely crazy!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 10, 2011, 10:38:35 PM
reporter mas!!!! is vely crazy!!!

hahaha...let's see how others feel about this, eh? :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on November 10, 2011, 11:56:12 PM
here are my stories..

we were all at the hospital because my mil had just taken her last breath.. when we came back home.. my sister was soo freaked out.. she said.. my neice who was  2 1/2 at the time said grandma was outside.. lol my sister was soo scared because she knew my mil had just passed away... another dream of mines that wasnt scary was when she came to me and thanked me for being a good nyab.. that really made me happy.. because they did live with us and my husband is the youngest son..

something else freaky was when we stayed up alll night for my fil funeral... by around 6am.. there was some knocking on pipes to teh left of my fil's casket.. in the room where they store the bodies when people leave.. we looked around.. outside.. but there was no one there to make those noises.. i think it was whatever spirits that were left in that hmong funeral home because my fil had a good heart.. he would never do anything intentionally to scare  us.. right after they wheeled his body out of the funeral home.. all of the sudden.. i just had a creeepy feeling because i knew that he wasnt n the room anymore.. there was something else there.. eekk.. that was a creepy feeling.. i felt safer with him in the room.

So what could it be then?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mommabear on November 11, 2011, 08:25:31 AM
So what could it be then?
maybe a lost spirit who had their funeral there also.. all i know it.. in my heart.. i know my fil would never intentionally try to scare us.. he wasnt that kind of person..  it is still a mystery to me till this day
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on November 11, 2011, 11:02:19 AM
I hear that at funerals, some people don’t eat the food there because they say the dead eat from the food that is cooked at the funeral.


i think this is true... heard the saying from my MIL.. me and my husband dont eat at the funeral too/
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 11, 2011, 11:14:19 AM
i think this is true... heard the saying from my MIL.. me and my husband dont eat at the funeral too/

The dead eat there but eat in ways we usually don't think about. They dip the foods with their rotting hands, juice and soups dripping as they pull out the meat into their mouths, etc. Get what I mean? Last time someone served me there, I became really ill. I no longer eat foods at the funerals, too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on November 11, 2011, 11:23:45 AM
The dead eat there but eat in ways we usually don't think about. They dip the foods with their rotting hands, juice and soups dripping as they pull out the meat into their mouths, etc. Get what I mean? Last time someone served me there, I became really ill. I no longer eat foods at the funerals, too.

That's why sometimes the foods tastes soo good...maybe those times are the tiems when the ghosts are dipping their hands in it....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on November 11, 2011, 12:19:21 PM
Funeral foods are the bombest buffet ever; boiled beef with bombass pepper, veggie stir fry, pho and the 24/7 coffee
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 11, 2011, 12:51:51 PM
That's why sometimes the foods tastes soo good...maybe those times are the tiems when the ghosts are dipping their hands in it....

 :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 11, 2011, 12:52:25 PM
Funeral foods are the bombest buffet ever; boiled beef with bombass pepper, veggie stir fry, pho and the 24/7 coffee

Maybe that's why everyone and everything else eats there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on November 11, 2011, 02:40:09 PM
i almost scroll up until i saw the tip of that picture! and then I scroll back down. tsk-tsk.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 11, 2011, 05:57:43 PM
i almost scroll up until i saw the tip of that picture! and then I scroll back down. tsk-tsk.  ;D

 :2funny: :2funny: :2funny: >:D >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on November 11, 2011, 10:26:07 PM
what's that pix suppose to mean?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 13, 2011, 03:27:49 PM
what's that pix suppose to mean?


For peb cov uas tsis tshua paub txog hmoob culture daim duab no tsis scare peb li os. So what tis it. ?

(http://csumc.wisc.edu/cmct/HmongTour/locations/madison/funeral/DSC00088a.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yuknowthat on November 13, 2011, 06:25:19 PM
How about just looking at this alone?
(http://pnd1.smugmug.com/Travel/Following-the-Mekong-through/-/284540670_MaRXS-L-2.jpg)
khaub hlab liab khaub hlab ntsuab..hehe os........tsk tsk....scary if you see this at night somewhere....i sn't it's daiim siv nees or something?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 13, 2011, 07:08:43 PM
khaub hlab liab khaub hlab ntsuab..hehe os........tsk tsk....scary if you see this at night somewhere....isn't it's daiim siv nees or something?

It is.  O0 Look at it on the dead above.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on November 14, 2011, 06:01:41 AM
omg reporter...now im going to have nightmares! i havent run across anything scary lately too. lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on November 14, 2011, 11:03:32 AM
its not scary but it does tell something that little kids do see things. this happen this year during the summer time i think it was j4 weekend.. my husband and I along with out nephew and my son went to GB for my sister thingy she was doing that weekend. it was saturday and before heading out to the farm. it was me my son my nephew and my niece went to meet up with my parents. we were meeting up at my grandma and grandpa burial place. my parents didnt arrive yet but we were there waiting.. and my son kept looking at the picture and telling who that person was. I told him that it was grandma.. and he said Oh!.. few minutes later he said.. Mommy... grandma in the picture is walking that way... and i was like Oh! i wasnt scared of what he said.. I thought to myself that my grandma probably walked away cause maybe she didnt know who we were cos i didnt tell them it was me visiting them since its been so like forever.. hehehe that was my bad.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 14, 2011, 03:13:48 PM
omg reporter...now im going to have nightmares! i havent run across anything scary lately too. lol.

hehe...ooops.. .someone wanted to know what the sashes should be for. :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 14, 2011, 03:14:09 PM
That picture doesnt scare me.

You are just not admitting it. You are scared. You know it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 14, 2011, 03:15:34 PM
its not scary but it does tell something that little kids do see things. this happen this year during the summer time i think it was j4 weekend.. my husband and I along with out nephew and my son went to GB for my sister thingy she was doing that weekend. it was saturday and before heading out to the farm. it was me my son my nephew and my niece went to meet up with my parents. we were meeting up at my grandma and grandpa burial place. my parents didnt arrive yet but we were there waiting.. and my son kept looking at the picture and telling who that person was. I told him that it was grandma.. and he said Oh!.. few minutes later he said.. Mommy... grandma in the picture is walking that way... and i was like Oh! i wasnt scared of what he said.. I thought to myself that my grandma probably walked away cause maybe she didnt know who we were cos i didnt tell them it was me visiting them since its been so like forever.. hehehe that was my bad.

You sure you didn't freak out? Let me hear the details of the incident  from your husband. lol... ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on November 14, 2011, 09:02:33 PM
ok, i visit this thread quite often and that pic is freaks me out every time. i'm avoiding page 198. hurry and post some more so we can go to page 199.  >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on November 15, 2011, 12:08:22 AM
I heard there's a scarier documentary on Hmong funeral in "Faces of Death" but I can't find it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on November 15, 2011, 07:21:21 AM
You sure you didn't freak out? Let me hear the details of the incident  from your husband. lol... ;D

no i wasnt scare reporter... plus my husband wasnt there at the grave yard with us.... he was at the farm helping my sister and her in laws...  ;D.... if he said he saw someone else beside my grandma i would but its only my grandma so i wasnt scared....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 15, 2011, 10:53:51 AM
no i wasnt scare reporter... plus my husband wasnt there at the grave yard with us.... he was at the farm helping my sister and her in laws...  ;D.... if he said he saw someone else beside my grandma i would but its only my grandma so i wasnt scared....

That I understand. You felt she wouldn't do you harm, so you weren't afraid...but, you know, where she is, there are lots of dab toj ntxas that you just don't see, ok? Just FYI. That's why whenever you drop off foods to her, you should throw some around her grave to feed them so they won't steal the plate you are giving her. You have to tell them to eat just the ones you have thrown around the grave and that they shouldn't take away what you are giving your granma though. If you don't say that, they will eat those and also take hers. :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 15, 2011, 10:54:09 AM
:o oi, fawker! i clicked in so that it will disappear off my unread post list. wasn't expecting that.

You have come to the right place. If you can read scary stories, what's wrong with looking at scary photos? :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 15, 2011, 10:54:30 AM
ok, i visit this thread quite often and that pic is freaks me out every time. i'm avoiding page 198. hurry and post some more so we can go to page 199.  >:D

Haha...we have moved here now. :2funny: :2funny: >:D >:D >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on November 15, 2011, 11:03:15 AM
yeah kuv paub mas.. i only gave her and grandpa some flowers.. my mom and dad took care of the food.. heeheehee
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on November 15, 2011, 05:08:37 PM
yeah kuv paub mas.. i only gave her and grandpa some flowers.. my mom and dad took care of the food.. heeheehee

You all went there at the same time then?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on November 16, 2011, 07:05:51 AM
yeah me and my parents we met up there..  :) ...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on November 16, 2011, 03:55:17 PM
JDH, your stories are scary.  Tell us about your wife's encounter if you don't mind sharing it in here for us.


My grandma passed away about almost two months now and I believe a week or two after we buried her; we went back home (Fresno) to visit my parents.

The day before my grandma passed, she wanted to see my son but I told her that he was getting fussing and is getting ready to sleep so my grandma didn't get to see my son.

The night when we came to my parents, I got out of the car with my son and my nephew was there so he took my son from me as I got a call and was busy talking outside.  He took my son into my parents house and went down to sit on the sofa then suddenly my son cried hysterically and wouldn't stop crying.  His cries was different from all his other normal cries.  This time it sounded like he got spooked.  I got off the call and tried to calm him down but he would not calm down.  He cried for a good 30 minutes and my dad had to burn some kind of fabrics and started to say some kinds of words about if there's spirits then for them not to bother my son. 

Yet, he still will not stop.  My mom then got some of those (noob zaub) hmong veggie seeds and gave me some to put it in my mouth, smashed it and spread it all over his body.  After doing this, he then stopped crying and we kind of figure that it's probably my grandma was excited that we brought him over b/c she didn't get to see him one last time before she left us.


when babies sees ghost they do cried differently. the scared cry. the cry would be in a high pitch tone. ive encounter it myself. scary.
Title: Sleep paralysis
Post by: traceyher on November 17, 2011, 09:55:05 AM
I don't normally encounter paranormal activity and don't think I have the six sense like some of you, but here's my share of two sleep paralysis stages that were very creepy indeed. The only time I've experienced sleep paralysis is when I was pregnant with my two kids. The first time was when I was 17, and it was late July to August of the summer of 2006.
Since it was summer vacation, I didn't have to get up to go to school so I would take long naps or sleep in later in the morning. My husband and I just got married two months before July came, and being the newly wed...his parents gave us a bigger bed to sleep on. However, it didn't have the legs and springs so we only had the top comforter of the bed on the carpet. So when I sleep...it's very low. This probably explain how uncomfortable it could be for a pregnant woman which is the cause to me getting sleep paralysis. I was unable to sleep on my side for some odd reason, and would have to sleep on my back most of the time. One early morning on a work day, my husband got up and had left for work. I was sleeping in since I was so tired and didn't have the energy to get up. "Keep in mind that I also had very bad morning sickness." I think I was half asleep and half awake...my eyes were sort of open but it was still fuzzy and blurry. My body is on sleep mode, but in my brain I was awake and could see everything infront of me since I was sleeping straight on my back. However I couldn't move or speak a word. Even though it was mid summer, I had a blanket still. On the edge on my bed down where my feet were, there was a head full of pitch black hair. Okay, keep in mind that I don't have bed springs or leg for our bed. But somehow, I could only see the top of the head as in she was sitting 2-3 ft below my bed. Guys, "I'm literally having goosebumps just describing what I saw!" It didn't come closer or anything but was just there for me to see that it was someone's head. No face was seen since it was just the top of the head. However, I could tell it was a woman...since it had long hair that drips down. I couldn't tell if it was the front of the head or the back of a head. I tried to focus my vision to look at it clearly and tried to move a muscle but no matter how hard I try...I couldn't move a finger. It happened for 20 seconds or so but felt like 1-2 mins literally went by. My heart was starting to beat so fast, and finally I move and "BOOM" it feel like I just woke up from a bad dream. The weird part was my eyes was on the head the whole time that when I woke up...I was looking straight down on my feet. Everything was exactly like what I saw when I was having the sleep paralysis. The blankets towards my feet were in the same position but the only thing that wasn't there was the head. I got scared...and decided it was time to wake up. The whole day that day...I kept feeling like something or someone was watching me. I told my husband later on about what I've just experienced but he said I was just dreaming. I know it wasn't just a dream because it felt so real...like I was totally awake but was paralyzed.  :-\ I then turn to my mom and grandma for futher explanation rather if its a good or bad sign, I demanded an answer. My grandma told me that it could just be my dad visiting me since I was getting ready to have a family of my own. Even though it was a creepy experience...I was relieved it was just my dad stopping by.


I'm sure...most of the time when you are experiencing sleep paralysis. It just means you're not getting enough rest so your body shuts down on you but your mind is awake. However, a lot of time when you are experiencing it...you see and hear things that may seem to be very scary. When you realize what you're experiencing.. .you then try to move and speak but can't. Remember that most of the time when your body does this, spirits around are likely to communicate with you bc your body energy is weaker than when you're totally awake. You can choose to believe what you believe in but I sometime just take it as a visit from a love one. Because I don't see and experience awake activity, I don't think it means any harm.


I have a second experience of sleep paralysis which happened during my second pregnancy, but will save it for later. Will keep you all posted soon, and even though this first one isn't as chilling as you all expected. Wait until you hear my second encounter. Till then, have a nice wonderful rest of your Thursday morning!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on November 17, 2011, 02:57:04 PM
Oohh i got one!

My sister's sis n law had a 1.5 year old son. He had a sickness (supposedly some type of cancer) and was in and out of the hospital. They did a jingle bell and the reason the boy was sick was because his parents didnt love him and always yelled mean things at him. His parents are very young (early 20s if even) and he mom liked to go out a lot. Sometimes the mom would yell at her son to die. So thats why he became sick. After a while the boys cancer grew worse and spread through his body. He was extremely skinny and dying. The doctor asked the family if they want to let him pass in the hospital or take him home to pass and they decided to take him home. There they held him and watched as he took his last breath. Oh so sad. *tears*

Shortly after his death, his aunt and uncle heard a knocking at their bedroom window every night. They thought it was just their dead grandpa so they said to it that if its the grandpa then for him to go away and not come back. But the knocking continued. So they did jingle bell and it was actually the dead little boy that was knockin on they window.  He had come to ask for money (or something like that)  so he can continue his journey or whatever how it goes when u die and go to a place. They said he didnt go ask his parents for money because they didnt love him. *tears!*  so paper was burnt for him and since then he has gone. 

So sad  :'(
First of all! why would they be yelling at a 1.5 years old baby anyway!  that baby does not understand anything. poor little thing. rip.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on November 17, 2011, 03:40:31 PM
So me and my husband is trying to make babies, but its impossible for us to have kids. So i told my mom to see why me and my husband cant have kids. she then did this shaman thing and she said that me and my husbands paper heaven of having babies are not at the same level [read it in hmong, it sounds better] and if we really want to have kids we have to ask a PRO shaman to fix that so we can have babies.

So now we are going to ask my husbands gmama to do a shaman thing at the end of November. wish us luck. =]
I wonder if that is whats going on with my sister and her husband too. they got a 3 year old daughter. my sister's been trying to conceived again for the past 2 years now and nothing seems to help at all. doctors said her eggs are in good condition whatsoever. I told her so many times to have a shaman look into it, but her husband refuse to , he don't believe in this kinda of stuff. I told her our friend was not able to get pregnant as well, so she had her mother do shaman and now she has a son and a daughter after the shaman was performed. my broinlaw told my sister to stop being a big mouth about it and just let fate handle it. Imean were both twins and i conceive easily. I have two daughters. Well i guess the rest is up to them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on November 17, 2011, 03:44:39 PM
It’s not a ghost story, it’s a dream. I heard that it’s bad when you dream of someone in hmong clothes or if you’re the one in hmong clothes.

I dreamt that me and my sis was getting ready to go to the hmong new year. We were dressed up in hmong clothes and my two brothers were waiting in their cars to take us to the new year. I got in my second oldest bro’s car and my sis got in my oldest bro’s car. Instead of driving us to the new year, both my bros dropped my sis and me off at a funeral home. My dress was kind of loose so I asked my sister to help me tie my sash on tighter. When she was tying on the sash, I looked around and no one else was in hmong clothes but me! The og’s were giving me the looks like “why is she in hmong clothes.†I wasn’t scared until I heard two hmong ladies saying, “ohh, tus tub Tommy no, lawv cia nws tus ntsuj plig ua si ib week xub ces nws ua rov qab los txhob ib tus neeg mus ua nws tus poj niam.†That was when I got scared because when I looked down on myself, I was the only one in hmong clothes and my hmong clothes were the traditional ones ( black shirt with blue cuffs, red sash and white dress).

I told my mom but she assured me that it’s nothing to worry about. She said in order to take away the bad luck I have to trade it…so she advised me to go buy a $1 scratcher so that I can trade my bad luck with it. IDK, that’s what she told me, I haven’t even done so.

I don't think dreaming about someone in dead hmong clothes really means anything. Ii dreamed about it before nothing out of the ordinary happened. They say if you had a bad dream that night. the next morning when you wake up, go into the bathroom and spit into the garbage. which saying you are spittign the bad dreams away. Dream or not dream i spit every morning hehehe. gotta brush the teeths. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on November 17, 2011, 05:14:09 PM
Ayee'? You guys know anything about hello kitty thingy? http://hellokittyhistory-jess.blogspot.com/
Pretty scary.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kuvyogpheng on November 17, 2011, 08:32:33 PM
Well just recently me and my friends were riding bikes down the streets in our neighborhoods. You know it gets dark nowadays so we were still out at 7pm. We all decided to break up and go home since it feels like midnight and very cold quiet. So the next day my friend was looking so freaked out (you know how people get scared when they see ghost and shakes) when all of us friends went to go and chill at his place that day. He told us that he saw a lady with black clothing on, dark eyebrowse, like how girls put on makeup but like 10x darker how ghost looks like, and long red fingernails. He said she walk by his bed many times the night we were all going home, and then when he was so scared he went to dead to sleep. Then, at 4am he got woken up for somereason. He was asleep on his right side. He turned to his left and there goes the ghost lady, just on her side laying down next to him starring right at him with her eyes open big and not smiling but like this :/.... So he told his grandma when she came home from the farm and his grandma isa shaman. So his grandma did the sha checking, and the grandma said that when we were riding around the blocks and streets, (you know like we would go around the blocks many times around and around) there was a ghost girl that thought he was looking for love. Since the ghost girl was lonely, she decided to hop on his peds and came home with him, and she was being hike by my friend to his house. The grandma also said that the reason why she picked my friend (there was about 14-15 of us, yeah we were pretty deep) was because he threw his red/white string away a couple months ago becuz it was coming off (he was suppose to tell his parents to get him a new one ASAP) and the rest of us had our strings on so the ghost girl couldn't see us except my friend only. Yesterday they just did jingle bell for him so he's fine now and we're back just cruising and having fun chilling at each other's place playing games, playing football, balling and yeah, what we always do (:... we don't smoke and drink... hahaha. thats all i got for now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on November 18, 2011, 12:38:02 PM

(http://csumc.wisc.edu/cmct/HmongTour/locations/madison/funeral/DSC00088a.jpg)
now this was not funny at all. who on earth would put this kind of picture up. >:(scared the hell out of me!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FNXIAO89 on November 18, 2011, 03:00:58 PM
I think it's really interesting how dreams and sleep work. If anybody took psychology, scientists say that when we fall asleep we enter 4 stages of sleep before we start dreaming which occurs during REM. If we're really tired then we can automatically enter REM right when our head hits the pillow. During REM, our body shuts down to the minimum and disable our ability to move. That's why if we wake up from our REM stage it feels difficult to move our limbs....

A few days after attending my husband's nephew's funeral, he had a dream about the nephew. He dreamed that he was at the nephew's house and some of his family members were present. My husband was sitting on the coach when he noticed that there was a lot of bugs and critters crawling on the walls and on the ground. He looked at the others and it didn't seem as if they noticed the bugs at all. He remembered looking at his nephew's face and he was smiling and seemed happy. My husband concluded that his nephew was probably content.

The sad thing was that his nephew had drowned. When his body finally washed up on shore, he was so unrecognizable that they had to match him to his dental records.  He was the oldest son and left behind five siblings and his parents. :( He wasn't married and was on his way to become a Reverend.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on November 18, 2011, 05:37:36 PM
Ayee'? You guys know anything about hello kitty thingy? http://hellokittyhistory-jess.blogspot.com/
Pretty scary.

Lol this site is so funny, info taken from wikipedia and mixed with a common urban legend. I stopped readin because of the poor grammer and spelling. Funny, I remember when pokemon cards were the shiite parents claimed that it was because the creator had sacrificed to the devil in order for them to be so popular. If that's the case then toyota and honda must be sacrificing whole countries to demons.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on November 18, 2011, 06:03:38 PM
This story was told in hmong by one of the OG's at thehmongkingdo m. He said they were going out to hunt up near Lake Shasta in northern california. By the time they got to the campground it was already late to the point where most of the campers were just sitting around the fires and listening to the radio and stuff. His hunting group pulled into a spot between two white peoples' camp but got ready for bed because they had to be up early for the hunt. Everything was pretty quiet already but you could still hear people stirring fires and chatting a little bit here and there. In the morning he woke up first to wake everyone up and when he got out there were no campers anywhere! All the places where they had seen tents and rv's and fires looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. This was a first hand account.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: YAX on November 18, 2011, 06:17:52 PM
This story was told in hmong by one of the OG's at thehmongkingdo m. He said they were going out to hunt up near Lake Shasta in northern california. By the time they got to the campground it was already late to the point where most of the campers were just sitting around the fires and listening to the radio and stuff. His hunting group pulled into a spot between two white peoples' camp but got ready for bed because they had to be up early for the hunt. Everything was pretty quiet already but you could still hear people stirring fires and chatting a little bit here and there. In the morning he woke up first to wake everyone up and when he got out there were no campers anywhere! All the places where they had seen tents and rv's and fires looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. This was a first hand account.
  Hey.. I remember a story like that..  Where the guy went home and found out that he had been asleep for 20 years or so and things have changed while he was away.  RIP VAN WINKLE I think it was.  Wow.. the similarities eh.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on November 18, 2011, 07:57:39 PM
I think rip van winkle bowled with some dwarves or giants or something like that too. Crazy lord of the rings type stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Lazyself on December 01, 2011, 11:32:22 AM
Yay! I finish reading the whole thread!  And I have to say that I really enjoyed some of the story. Some scary one got me paranoid for days..hehe yes I'm a chicken. Anyway, I'm going to share one since work is so slow.

One week day as I was getting ready to go work, my husband ask me to close the bedroom door when I leave. I said ok thinking kinda unusual for him to ask that bc I do it anyways without him asking. Well after I got ready I close the bedrm door and went to work. When I got home from work, (I wk part-time 10am to 1pm and he wk 2nd or 3rd shift at the time) he was so mad at me. He normally dont get mad so when he do I shut up and listen. He ask me how come I didn't close the door when I left? Weird and confuse cuz I did close the door. I told him I did and I always do because naturally thats the first thing I will do when I leave the room.
He calm down and said oh ok..

Wait, I get yell for nothing? Then I get mad at him for yelling at me..yes we are still childish.. Then he tell me what happen.

He said that after I left he was still quite awake. He was still laying in bed and just wondering around the room. When his eyes wonder to the door, the door wasn't close shut (it still open a little like 2-3 inch). He then Look at the door and saw a lady and a kid standing in the hallway looking at him. He got so scared he grab the blanket, cover his face then fell asleep. When he woke up, he look at the door again but the door is shut close.

So when I told him I did close the door he believe me bc this incident is the second visit.

Ok I'm sorry for the bad grammar. Have more but will share later.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 01, 2011, 01:24:08 PM
now this was not funny at all. who on earth would put this kind of picture up. >:(scared the hell out of me!

Aren't we talking about scary stuff? >:D >:D >:D >:D >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DonJuan on December 01, 2011, 02:52:07 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on December 02, 2011, 04:17:37 PM

(http://csumc.wisc.edu/cmct/HmongTour/locations/madison/funeral/DSC00088a.jpg)
What's this picture supposed to be? All I see is an elderly woman sleeping.  :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 03, 2011, 06:57:08 PM
What's this picture supposed to be? All I see is an elderly woman sleeping.  :idiot2:

Ask Sexymomma if you don't know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 03, 2011, 06:57:38 PM
You people need to stop sharing your ghost stories.

Because of you I have to keep the lights on at night, shit!

Then the posts have met their purposes!! >:D >:D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on December 04, 2011, 02:47:37 PM
Since you guys know alot of ghost story, you guys mind helping me to look for a Asian horror to watch? Can't find any. Thanks.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 04, 2011, 03:49:24 PM
Since you guys know alot of ghost story, you guys mind helping me to look for a Asian horror to watch? Can't find any. Thanks.

i like Buppah Ratree. and it has nothing to do with the stupid Rap in the trailer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KedxpAFAgx4
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on December 08, 2011, 09:03:41 PM
I have finished reading most of the stories and are amazed by it and really enjoyed them. I'll share one of them.

When I was still in high school and always coming home late or sleeping at my friends house I will always feel a presence of something around me. I used to live in a house built back in the early1900s and it looks scary on the outside and inside. My street lights are very dim and my back yard is plain dark at night and we have the biggest tree in town which is old and has a small hole one the side which i see huge raccoons going in and out. Well one night I was walking home from the library and I knew my brother was walking about a block behind me. When I got to my house, my hair on my body and head just stood up. When I walk to the front of the door( door is on side of the house) I felt a voice talking by the bushes, I was like oh crap, scared as shiiitt, I ran back to the sidewalk just to make sure if there is people walking on the sidewalk but I see no one. So i man up and went to the front door to knock very hard and now I hear voices next to my ear mumbling words that I cant describe. This time I got real scare and knock so loud that if someones trying to kill me and my dad finally opened the door and yelled at me, I didn't cared that my dad yelled at me but as long as that thing ain't talking to me. I waited for my brother to come and ask him if he felt anything when he got home. We said that there was something talking to him outside too and I was like shiitt I knew I wasn't the only one hearing this thing talking by my ear. We told my our parents and they were like that's what you get for coming home late, and ask us if it was talking in Hmoob or English and I was like I'm not sure, then my dads was like its probably an American spirit. Then one day I went at night I went to smoke outside around 10pm and encounter the same spirit that was talking to me right by my ear again, I was like hell no this ain't happening again, so I got scare said "duck you" out loud because I just lit my cigaret and now you trying to scare me again. right when I turned around my dad was right behind me yelling at me again. I find this akward that when this happen my dad yells at me. I got some more about this house and my other encounter that I will type later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 09, 2011, 12:28:24 AM
^ what do you mean right in your ear? like someone is talking right next to, right by your ear? whispering or out loud? I bet it's mumbling since you couldnt make out the words
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ztommyx on December 09, 2011, 12:43:40 AM
this is a photo i took indoor at the hmong new year a week ago...
i took over 200 photos that day and this one stood out.

faces blurred to protect identity.

what is wrong with this photo?
(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu359/KOUKI_S14/b5708fd.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on December 09, 2011, 10:53:13 AM
Photoshop  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ztommyx on December 09, 2011, 11:03:18 AM
it's not photoshopped.  :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Moo.Moo.Yee on December 09, 2011, 04:04:44 PM
Since you guys know alot of ghost story, you guys mind helping me to look for a Asian horror to watch? Can't find any. Thanks.

Look in the mirror.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on December 09, 2011, 04:15:07 PM
No, you cus!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DeceiversChick on December 09, 2011, 04:28:00 PM
I was wondering if any of you people go do garden, ever saw weird strange foot prints? Or Tiger like paws? Or heard of any?
Well I got one for you garden loving people. LOL

I don't know if you people are aware of this place. If you drive on Larpenteur Ave. in St Paul,MN. Between Dale street and Rice street. In that stretch if you are coming down Dale st. and heading to Rice st. You will see to your left, It's a swamp now and to your right it's a cemetery. But back in the year 83's. It use to be flat and not cover with water, But I don't know what truly happened there. I heard that the meeka people that lived in that area started to see strange stuff. Thus the city refused to rent that area for the Hmong to do their garden. That's why it was turn into a swamp. but there could of been many other reasons. But that's the one I know of.

Hmong people use to do garden there. I mean a lot of Hmong would go there despite that, that area was haunted. My parents also did their garden there along with all the Hmong. Anyways I would tag along with my parent and my grandma. And almost every time we get there, you know how them OG's are. I would over hear them saying about some weird foot prints follow by a four pawed like Tiger. Not other then that. The other Hmong people would tell my parents that they also see those prints on their side. But being so young my parents made sure that I don't know what they were all talking about. Young but naughty. I saw one of the prints but I wasn't sure at what I was really looking at. And my parents and other Hmong people would just cover the prints with dirt.

It's not scary but I hope that I would trigger some garden loving people to share some of their own strange garden stories.
HOLY shiet! I remember that exact swamp. My parents use to garden there when I was very young. I remember vividly when we use to garden and I always played in the dirt. I need to ask my mom this.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on December 09, 2011, 04:29:27 PM
There once was this guy who had moved into a building which had a view out into the other buildings next to it.  In the other building, there was this beautiful women who he had always seen.  She was so beautiful and she loved to dance because he would watch her as she danced around in her room.  For a long time he had admired her from afar in his apartment, and one day while he was watching her she was dancing all day non-stop.  He finally got the courage to go over to her apartment and introduce himself to her.  He finally got to the other building and up to her door when he knocked and the door opened.  He walked over to where he always saw her dancing.  What he saw when he got to the room was that she had hung herself in the room.  He thought he had saw her dancing the whole day, but actually, she had hung herself and was swinging back and forth the whole day.  He had been staring at her swinging corpse and thought she was dancing.

Posted by Tou Yang


 Not scaring but aye, i got one to share , not of story of mine. Saw it on the net.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on December 09, 2011, 04:46:14 PM
it's not photoshopped.  :idiot2:

I don't see anything...wha t's wrong with the pix?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: ztommyx on December 09, 2011, 05:09:25 PM
^^ look carefully...
if bum can find it, you can
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on December 09, 2011, 05:25:50 PM
^^ look carefully...
if bum can find it, you can

I can't find anything unusual.  What's wrong with it?  Just tell me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 09, 2011, 06:08:09 PM
this is a photo i took indoor at the hmong new year a week ago...
i took over 200 photos that day and this one stood out.

faces blurred to protect identity.

what is wrong with this photo?
(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu359/KOUKI_S14/b57082fd.jpg)


i dont see anything, whats wrong?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on December 09, 2011, 10:18:42 PM
Theres a ducking hand lower left bottom trying to fist the girl...chopped ..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 10, 2011, 12:16:30 AM
Theres a ducking hand lower left bottom trying to fist the girl...chopped ..lol

I saw that, but doesn't look like a hand at all. Looks like Cool whip on the floor
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on December 10, 2011, 10:14:26 PM
Ask Sexymomma if you don't know.
Okay.  ??? Sexymomma, what is in the picture that is frightening? Am I missing something? Or is there something which I am suppose to see? Again, I would appreciate it, if you tell me what's frightening in the picture.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 10, 2011, 10:48:57 PM
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this is a photo i took indoor at the hmong new year a week ago...
i took over 200 photos that day and this one stood out.

faces blurred to protect identity.

what is wrong with this photo?
(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu359/KOUKI_S14/b57082fd.jpg)

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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 11, 2011, 12:10:31 PM
Um you accidently used the burn tool in photoshop and didn't take a snapshot so you couldn't go back in the history far enough? Then you decided, eff it I'll just pass it as a ghost photo!  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on December 12, 2011, 08:32:45 AM
Perverted ghost  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: My Heart Speaks on December 12, 2011, 08:44:34 AM
this is a photo i took indoor at the hmong new year a week ago...
i took over 200 photos that day and this one stood out.

faces blurred to protect identity.

what is wrong with this photo?
(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu359/KOUKI_S14/b57082fd.jpg)



LOL. Looks like some dirty fingers trying to touch the girl's legs.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on December 12, 2011, 01:22:53 PM
I saw that, but doesn't look like a hand at all. Looks like Cool whip on the floor

that's what I was thinking too..  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 12, 2011, 04:25:13 PM
Listen to this one, it starts off slow but dayum it gets scary. Stories are best told in hmong:

http://www.hmongkingdom.com/video.php?vid=2fce0a426 (http://www.hmongkingdom.com/video.php?vid=2fce0a426)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on December 12, 2011, 04:26:14 PM
Any more story?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on December 14, 2011, 08:43:58 AM
Alright, I just woke up and had a freaked scary dream that I would like to share while I still remember it. Last night i was drinking with my cuz and I think he said something about his bathroom got remodel and it looks badass. This morning I got sat on and I'm sort of use to it and always fight it and haha at it when I'm done fighting it off. So after fighting it off I went back to sleep. I had a dream, and in the dream me and my wife went to my cuz house for a birthday party. While in the house my cuz said he knows there are a baby ghost in the house and an old lady ghost, so I was like sure. So he told me to go look at the new bathroom that got remodel, so me and my wife went to check it out. When I went to look at it and it looked descent but when I opened the curtain there was a baby in the tub, and my wife was like he so cute and pick up the baby. I was thinking to myself and knew it was the ghost baby and I whisper to her hear to put it back bcuz its a dab. So we put it down and all of a sudden it went quite in the house and the house electric died out, so my wife and I ran down stairs as fast as we can and the baby dab was running after us. I was ahead of my wife and when I got down stairs ( kitchen on right side, living room on left) I took a right to the back door and looked back, my wife took a left so when I got to the door there was 3 different locks on the door. While struggling with the looks I looked back and  now my wife is coming to the kitchen instead. So I finally got the door unlock and ran about half a block. I looked back and didn't see my wife be hind me, so I waited and saw about 5 people running out the front door to the livin rooms and I ran towards them and saw my wife. So I was like weren't you behind me in the kitchen, she said nope so I was thinking thinking that it was a dab losing as her because I remember she taking a left then I looked back she was behind me wtf, good thing I just keep on running or it would of got me. Then I woke up and sweating as hell. It happens about 2hrs ago around 6am. That's all for now will have more to come my hand hurts from typing on iPhone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on December 14, 2011, 09:22:50 AM
Sorry for the misspell words, iPhone has dumb auto correct.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on December 15, 2011, 01:29:30 PM
Okay.  ??? Sexymomma, what is in the picture that is frightening? Am I missing something? Or is there something which I am suppose to see? Again, I would appreciate it, if you tell me what's frightening in the picture.
are you talking about that picture of the old grandma who was dressed in hmong clothes? I mean its scary to those who can't look at the dead like that you know. THat was scary to me. she laying there in hmong clothes and dead. come on now thats scary ok.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on December 15, 2011, 01:54:43 PM
Jkl
that was a crazy dream but bro how you gonna run in front of your wife, the man should at least be the one running scared behind his woman, so she has a chance of getting away

**not questioning your manhood, just saying that would've been the right thing to do**

and yes i do understand it was a dream and you cant control it

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on December 15, 2011, 03:13:28 PM
are you talking about that picture of the old grandma who was dressed in hmong clothes? I mean its scary to those who can't look at the dead like that you know. THat was scary to me. she laying there in hmong clothes and dead. come on now thats scary ok.
Hey, thanks. I thought I was missing something. So it's just you who cannot look at the picture then. So there's nothing out of the ordinary in the picture? Well, that's good because I thought I was missing something.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on December 15, 2011, 11:30:11 PM
I have a story from another poster on a forum I visit:

I was a 21 year old nerd still living with my parents and into astronomy, electronics and the "newcoming" world wide web. This was when sites like angelfire were really popular, just before the big myspace boom. I was building a super sensative listening device that can listen to people down the road but block loud noises. I turn it on to test it by my open window as I go outside to look for galaxies in my telescope. Around 3am I get freaked out because it sounds like all the animals in the woods starts yelling and crashing around. Back inside the house I listen to the recording. Yada yada crickets and stuff. Then loud as **** a women crying hysterically like her child had died. Then the animals that I had heard freakin out on top of the sobbing woman. It was a super clear night but **** no was I doing any more sky watching.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on December 15, 2011, 11:41:05 PM
Okay, I got another dream that was pretty crazy.  A couple of nights ago I dreamt of living in a village back in the days of witchcrafts. So there was someone in the village that kept on stealing things from people, so they pick out a couple of people that looked suspicious to the crime and I was one of them that was chosen and there were about 8 of us. All 8 of us was to get onto a gallow (where u get hang) and hang ourself and the person that was really strugly and sufficating was the person that was doing all the robbering and crap. So when we hung ourselves, I knew it wasn't me but I still put my hAnds around my neck as if I was choking. Right then I woke up and my neck was hurting so in the morning I went to look at my self and my neck was all red and as if someone was choking me. I freaked out cuz that morning my throat was hurting O0 too. I have more stories of me but will type it later. It's about my first time getting sat on, it was really crazy.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on December 16, 2011, 05:48:53 PM
Okay, I got another dream that was pretty crazy.  A couple of nights ago I dreamt of living in a village back in the days of witchcrafts. So there was someone in the village that kept on stealing things from people, so they pick out a couple of people that looked suspicious to the crime and I was one of them that was chosen and there were about 8 of us. All 8 of us was to get onto a gallow (where u get hang) and hang ourself and the person that was really strugly and sufficating was the person that was doing all the robbering and crap. So when we hung ourselves, I knew it wasn't me but I still put my hAnds around my neck as if I was choking. Right then I woke up and my neck was hurting so in the morning I went to look at my self and my neck was all red and as if someone was choking me. I freaked out cuz that morning my throat was hurting O0 too. I have more stories of me but will type it later. It's about my first time getting sat on, it was really crazy.



Creepy!  Do tell more!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 17, 2011, 05:32:38 PM
(http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu359/KOUKI_S14/b57082fd.jpg)


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(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzv7Jgv4tZ5piQorSdjS8S105kxRR3mVcvig0A_AAczPTJ88MicWDUnA)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on December 18, 2011, 01:52:19 AM
Typing on the iPhone again so I'll tried to fix the auto correct.
Ok here goes. The first time I have ever been sat on was the first house that we have live in Wisconsin.
Well in my first post that I have was the same house. Since I was always out with friends late in high school n skipping school to go out of town I probably had something following me home the night that I first encounter getting sat on. Well that night I came home around 12am on a school night I was always scared coming home late because the back door was the only door that has lock and keys while the front door was the old fashion door knob so it can only be unlock from the inside of the house. Well that night I came home and went to sleep up stair in my bedroom and fell asleep. My room I share with my uncle and it was the master bedroom so it was big. Well that night I woke up to feeling my body paralyzing but I can open my eye. So I saw this brown figure coming towards me and was on top of me so I couldn't move at all, so I was scared as shit because it's my first time. But instead of just getting sat on I got toss and rolled on the ground across the room and my arms hit my uncle waking him up. I then got roll back to my bed after fighting this thing trying to get my fist ready to punch this thing I recover from it and try to punch it but it ran off. I was sure my uncle thought I was crazy when I rolled back to my bed. I was so scare that I cover my self with the blanket. It didn't stop there I was laying on my back and all of a sudden I felt it again and I couldn't scream when I open my mouth so I save my energy and fight it off again. After successfully fighting it off I then slept on my side and cover my self with the blanket. That night I was trying to stay awake because I was too tire to fight it if it came again but I fell asleep till morning. My uncle never said anything but taught that I was crazy that night. I'm pretty use to it but hated it when it happens. Some more coming soon after I get my laptop fix.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on December 20, 2011, 07:34:01 PM
Wow so many new ghost stories...
About that pix with the so call finger... I would give her the fingers too, cuz i can't see their faces..J/K... Lol.
No i really don't know what that is.. could be photo shop, or something falling off the table..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 21, 2011, 12:05:10 AM
My former hunting partner whom I have not seen lately told his personal experience one time several years ago while hunting.

In the deep woods of White Water Wild Life Management Area (WMA), he had a stand way down the hills far from other hunters that morning. He got there around 4 a.m. He got onto the stand and sat in the cold since it was already early November in MN. He was so cold he she shivering, despite the several layers of warm clothes he had on that day.

Just about 30 minutes later, he heard some people talking and then breaking twigs into an old abandoned building that looked like an outhouse.  (He had seen that house in the day time once when he first came to that area to make his stand.) He continued to listen. Suddenly, a bonfire was in flame in the torn-down building. Several men were standing around the fireplace and warming up their hands on the flames.  They were far, so the hunting partner coudln't see clearly who they were, just that they were tall with beards and with some old coats on.

Because he got so cold, the hunting partner decided he would go and ask to join them.  He got off his stand and started to walk on the ground towards the building. The flame was real red and the fireplace was burning hot as he looked at it. The three guys were shaking their bodies around the fireplace as he kept going towards them. Just when he was only about two sedan in distance to them,  he tripped on a vine and fell onto the ground. He quickly got up and the fireplace was gone. He ran to the place and there was no one there. The place where the fireplace was, was now all very cold.  No one was around. The building had no foot prints on the ground, either.

Goosebumps raised all over his body, the hunting partner quickly went back by his stand and looked for his way back up a hill and went to the car. He never went back there again. Three years ago when I was hunting with him, we went by the hill. He pointed down the valley to where that thatch was. lol...I told him we should avoid that place forever.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on December 21, 2011, 02:38:00 AM
It's around 2:20 in the morning, and since i got the food posion and had to go use the you know what. I know tat i'm gonna go and use it sonner or later.
And sincei'm up, might as well write a story. On my  EVO. Phone.
The second time i went hunting with my FIL, as i was sitting in my stand, and i know the hill pretty well, there's only 3 ways to get up there. Cuz i sat close to the private land boarder. Anywho i was dosing in and outta my so call day dream. As i opened my eyes i thought i saw a huge buck looking straight at me i swear it looked like s huge buck. So i grabed my shotty and looked through the scope, it turned out that it was nothing more then some twigs. Anyways i opened my eye bigger and noticed that the land scape was different.
Thinking to myself WTF.. i remember seing the fallen log, but i didn't see that there was a path there before. So i climbed down mt chair and went to look.. dude my hairs strated to stand up. I told myself, am i still dreaming or am i up.. i got freak out i packed up and  climbed down my hill. I went back to the car around 2 or 3 in the afternoon. I was the first to be back at camp. Later on my in laws shiwed up and said " no deer uh". I said "yeah" but the truth was i was scared. I think i wasn't use to the hunting ground/land.
Think the truth is, we get up soo early in the morning just to go and sitting in our stand, you sit so long in the dark and everything around you seems to get louder and later into the day, with no action your mind tens to play tricks on you, you start to see funny stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on December 22, 2011, 10:37:48 AM
^ hmmm dont really believe that one, to typical. but since im in CA that was ppretty sad
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on December 22, 2011, 11:35:15 AM
ooooo i remember that family. They weren't too far from us. Yes there has been numerous hauntings from their daughter. people even claim to see her sitting outside crying. other people would see a young girl walking up and down the front of the house in the wee mornings.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on December 22, 2011, 02:24:28 PM
which part of Sacramento is this at?? i would love to go see it myself.. used to live in Sac
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on December 22, 2011, 04:51:12 PM
Dang bro, that story sounded like a fairy tale.

 But I do know that the past one family will come back to hunt it's own families.
There was this one hmong family that lived across from my house in Mt. Airy. I mean every week(ends) that gong will be banging from dawn to dusk. And they would  tie red string on freshly cut twigs and strap it to the front and back doors. You know how OG's are. Well it turns out that the past on MIL/ hubby's mom would come back and scare the kids and the family every day. Or make them see stuff. And so they have to tie those twigs with red strings to tell ppl that don't enter their house. Or bad luck may bestow on you/ fine you a huffy price to pay.. something like that.
Now that I believe..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on December 22, 2011, 11:52:45 PM
Hey guys, with all the talking about hunting.  I got a story to add to it.  This happen to my uncle backed in 1998 in California.  My uncle and his hunting party went hunting in California, not sure which part of the wood it was, but the forest had to be big.  My uncle they hunted till a sunday and when it was time to come home he couldn't find the way home.  He said he wonder off a little futher than usually and when he turned back.  Everything looked different.  He couldn't remembered which way he came, so he turned back around and headed towards the different he came from.  Every turn he made, he didn't recognized any of the surroundings.  Night came as the sun settles in the west  and the sky became darker by the minutes.  The hunting party looked for him and call out to him, but he didn't answer back.  They searched and searched, but found nothing.  They waited till the next day and searched again, but with no avail they couldn't find him.  My uncle wandered off into the deep forest for three days.  What he ate in those three days will never know because I forgot to ask him or I don't remembered that part.  He said he was trying to get out of the forest by following the sun's coordination, but it seems like he was coming to the same spot.  Everything was different.  The corners looked different at every turn and he was really lost.  He would sleep under a tree with his rifle on his chest just incase something came out to get him.  On the third day, the hunting party came home and called the ancestors to help them. They promised a chicken or a pig if the ancestor help the uncle find the way out.  Then hours later in the forest, my uncle heard a sound and looked up.  He spotted a deer in front of him.  For some reason, his heart told him to follow the deer and he did.  The deer did not run really fast not slow.  It sort of walked in a pace where my uncle won't be able to shoot it.  So my uncle followed the deer to the boundary of the forest and the deer ran away.  My uncle then looked at the surrounding and realized where he was.  He went back to camp and came home with the hunting party.  Since that day, he never went hunting ever again.  Some say, it was the forest spirit who teased him and wouldn't let him out, but others say he might of forgot where he was going.  I say it might be the forest spirits because this also happened to me once. 

I went hunting last year with my buddies and I have never been there before.  We went there on thursday and they showed me where I will be sitting for deer. So the next morning, I followed the small flashing tic tacs and got to the tree, but as I looked up the tree I was at the wrong one.  So i retraced my steps and went to another tree.  I got the the tree and found it was the wrong tree.  Then I finally found the tree when dawg breaks and the light was already coming up.  I waited in the tree for 3 hours and nothing came so I went to look for a deer.  Man, was I wronged.  Never ever go wandering around for deer in a place you have never been too.  I went north passed the 8 ft shrubs into the pine tree forest then saw a female doe.  Chased it further up the made a left turn.  I went back south, and I ended up in a spot I did not know.  Heard white people talking in the distance, so I turned the other way.  I got lost for 45 minutes untilI finally found my tree stand.  I walked back to the main road but as I got the the main road it didnt looked like it was the main road.  It was so different so I went back to the tree where my stand was at.  I retraced my steps slowly to get back at the main road, but I was still confused so I said in my mind " Who ever is blocking me or messing with me better not fuk with me .  I said some hmong words then 5 minutes later I found the main road again.  I was pissed off and learned my lesson.  Always bring a GPS or a compass. More stories coming up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on December 27, 2011, 10:19:49 AM
Awesome stories keep them coming.

Last year my cuz came up to Wisconsin from Sacramento to visit his girlfriend. So My wife, my bro, and I drove him to Eau Claire to his girlfriend's house. Since we were close to MN, my wife wanted to visit her mom so we we drove there. I got to the inlaws house and it seem abandon, so my wife called her mom and they said that they moved to Minneapolis. So using my gps I still got lost. I came apon some cemetery and got really scared and finally got to the inlaws new house. So that night me and my bro slept in one room while my wife slept in another room with her sis. My bro slept by the wall and I was by the edge of the bed. That night I was pretty tire from driving 6 hours so I slept pretty quickly but then in the middle of the night I heard foot steps coming toward my door but I was thinking its probably my wife's little brothers waking up to play video games. All of a sudden the bedroom door creek open a little by that time I got really scare but was still thinking it was my wife's little brothers because they always do that in the morning. Then I was still looking to see who it was then I just couldn't move, being paralyze or sat on, try to fight it off. I could still move my head and blink at that time but not my body; while still looking at the open door, I saw a little boy the same size as my wife's little brother coming in and I was freaking scare shitless. It came and stood next to me looking at me and I was thinking of the movie Paranormal Activity  at the same time. But I knew it wasn't my wifes little bro because that kid looked like his flesh was all burnt up and crusty and was bleeding.(remind me of the thai movie The Eye, the dead guy that was on fire and running.) I think that spirit touch me too and I got so scared that I closed my eye shut until I was able to move. I tried so hard to kick or hit my brother to wake up but I couldn't bugge at all. Then when I was able to move I just throw the blanket over my head. In the morning I asked my bro if he heard anything but he said nope. My inlaws basement looks pretty creepy too with a wheel chair in there I was scared that it will move by it self when I was there. I nevered told my inlaws but I always sleep by the wall when I'm over there. More stories coming....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 27, 2011, 07:07:33 PM
JKL,

That sounds somewhat like tsog tsuam. I've heard people describe their tsog tsuam experiences. They say they yell and scream while being sat on but no one around could hear anything.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 27, 2011, 07:12:38 PM
Spirits of the forests want some food when they do that to you. Your uncle should have fed them some food before they let him go.

Hey guys, with all the talking about hunting.  I got a story to add to it.  This happen to my uncle backed in 1998 in California.  My uncle and his hunting party went hunting in California, not sure which part of the wood it was, but the forest had to be big.  My uncle they hunted till a sunday and when it was time to come home he couldn't find the way home.  He said he wonder off a little futher than usually and when he turned back.  Everything looked different.  He couldn't remembered which way he came, so he turned back around and headed towards the different he came from.  Every turn he made, he didn't recognized any of the surroundings.  Night came as the sun settles in the west  and the sky became darker by the minutes.  The hunting party looked for him and call out to him, but he didn't answer back.  They searched and searched, but found nothing.  They waited till the next day and searched again, but with no avail they couldn't find him.  My uncle wandered off into the deep forest for three days.  What he ate in those three days will never know because I forgot to ask him or I don't remembered that part.  He said he was trying to get out of the forest by following the sun's coordination, but it seems like he was coming to the same spot.  Everything was different.  The corners looked different at every turn and he was really lost.  He would sleep under a tree with his rifle on his chest just incase something came out to get him.  On the third day, the hunting party came home and called the ancestors to help them. They promised a chicken or a pig if the ancestor help the uncle find the way out.  Then hours later in the forest, my uncle heard a sound and looked up.  He spotted a deer in front of him.  For some reason, his heart told him to follow the deer and he did.  The deer did not run really fast not slow.  It sort of walked in a pace where my uncle won't be able to shoot it.  So my uncle followed the deer to the boundary of the forest and the deer ran away.  My uncle then looked at the surrounding and realized where he was.  He went back to camp and came home with the hunting party.  Since that day, he never went hunting ever again.  Some say, it was the forest spirit who teased him and wouldn't let him out, but others say he might of forgot where he was going.  I say it might be the forest spirits because this also happened to me once. 

I went hunting last year with my buddies and I have never been there before.  We went there on thursday and they showed me where I will be sitting for deer. So the next morning, I followed the small flashing tic tacs and got to the tree, but as I looked up the tree I was at the wrong one.  So i retraced my steps and went to another tree.  I got the the tree and found it was the wrong tree.  Then I finally found the tree when dawg breaks and the light was already coming up.  I waited in the tree for 3 hours and nothing came so I went to look for a deer.  Man, was I wronged.  Never ever go wandering around for deer in a place you have never been too.  I went north passed the 8 ft shrubs into the pine tree forest then saw a female doe.  Chased it further up the made a left turn.  I went back south, and I ended up in a spot I did not know.  Heard white people talking in the distance, so I turned the other way.  I got lost for 45 minutes untilI finally found my tree stand.  I walked back to the main road but as I got the the main road it didnt looked like it was the main road.  It was so different so I went back to the tree where my stand was at.  I retraced my steps slowly to get back at the main road, but I was still confused so I said in my mind " Who ever is blocking me or messing with me better not fuk with me .  I said some hmong words then 5 minutes later I found the main road again.  I was pissed off and learned my lesson.  Always bring a GPS or a compass. More stories coming up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 27, 2011, 07:15:06 PM
Years ago, a St. Paul Hmong guy's family found him dead in their store's basement, right where he had once seen his dead mother's apparition hang by. The guy had hung himself right on that same spot when they found him.

Hey, he left behind a beautiful daughter in Brooklyn Park now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on December 28, 2011, 07:27:14 AM
Is that the hmong store on east 7th street?
Years ago, a St. Paul Hmong guy's family found him dead in their store's basement, right where he had once seen his dead mother's apparition hang by. The guy had hung himself right on that same spot when they found him.

Hey, he left behind a beautiful daughter in Brooklyn Park now.

heard that story... the store right by the laundry mat... 7th and hope str...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on December 28, 2011, 08:24:01 AM
JKL,
Tat story about gett'n sat on.. I got sat on so much tat i know wen i'm gonna get sit on. Thous tis is wat i do. In my dream i'll chase it and beat it up. And yea, i get scare sumtimes. But if you don't do tat. You'll just be in a very very bad dream. O and never sleep with ur legs crossing each other, otherwise you won't be able to run... Like everything is sooo slow motion, wen you try to run fast.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: buster_me on December 28, 2011, 10:23:52 AM
JKL,
Tat story about gett'n sat on.. I got sat on so much tat i know wen i'm gonna get sit on. Thous tis is wat i do. In my dream i'll chase it and beat it up. And yea, i get scare sumtimes. But if you don't do tat. You'll just be in a very very bad dream. O and never sleep with ur legs crossing each other, otherwise you won't be able to run... Like everything is sooo slow motion, wen you try to run fast.
I cross my feet all the time when i sleep but only when im awake. Who knows when i am KO but i do have dreams about not being able to run even when i try to run
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on December 28, 2011, 01:42:50 PM
I cross my feet all the time when i sleep but only when im awake. Who knows when i am KO but i do have dreams about not being able to run even when i try to run
cuz ur legs are cross, so it makes it harder for you to run. Or if you still getting sat on, sleep on ur side/hold on a pillow or ur GF/BF. Tat helps too. Or just sleep with the HMNG knife under ur pillow.
Sumting about the HMNG knife tat makes 'em FAT not cum to bother you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 28, 2011, 06:16:26 PM
Is that the hmong store on east 7th street?
heard that story... the store right by the laundry mat... 7th and hope str...

Yup. You two have gotten it right.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 28, 2011, 06:18:01 PM
 :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:

Tsog tsuam for sure.

JKL,
Tat story about gett'n sat on.. I got sat on so much tat i know wen i'm gonna get sit on. Thous tis is wat i do. In my dream i'll chase it and beat it up. And yea, i get scare sumtimes. But if you don't do tat. You'll just be in a very very bad dream. O and never sleep with ur legs crossing each other, otherwise you won't be able to run... Like everything is sooo slow motion, wen you try to run fast.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 28, 2011, 06:19:16 PM
I cross my feet all the time when i sleep but only when im awake. Who knows when i am KO but i do have dreams about not being able to run even when i try to run

Saki Saki is right: don't cross your legs when you sleep; if you do, you won't be able to run in your dreams.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on December 28, 2011, 06:19:55 PM
cuz ur legs are cross, so it makes it harder for you to run. Or if you still getting sat on, sleep on ur side/hold on a pillow or ur GF/BF. Tat helps too. Or just sleep with the HMNG knife under ur pillow.
Sumting about the HMNG knife tat makes 'em FAT not cum to bother you.


Are they fat or just heavy and powerful?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on December 28, 2011, 09:44:32 PM
I don't think I cross my leg when I sleep, also I encounter being sat on a couple times sleeping on my side; I thought it wouldn't happen when I sleep on my side but it did. When I get sat on I fight with my spirt, it's like I close my eye and concentrate somoning my spirit out to fight it. I can also feel a little pain after the fight when I'm fully awake.

Once when I was sleeping on the couch at my inlaws and I felt it on top of me, I try screaming but it never works so I close my eye and told my spirit to fight it, I was fighting it face to face in the as if it was a dream but it seem so real because I can see the surounding and myself on the couch as I was fighting the black figure fist to fist. As I was fighting with it, it loss and took off; that's when I opened my eye and told wife to put her arm on top of me bcuz that usually helps me not getting sat on.
It hasn't happen in a couple days now because my mom brought some strings and knifes to a uncle to do some blessings on them, I was told not to open the knife case and it's under my pillow.

Another quick story:
My wife used to say that I was lying about getting sat on and stuff like that until it happened to her. We were in Milwaukee hanging out with some friends and my brother was seeing his girl down there and it was around 10pm when we left Miltown and coming back home. I needed to pee really bad while driving on the highway and some reasons most gas stations were close but there were a rest area up ahead. There was no car at the rest area but I really needed to pee and I was always hear stories about rest area but I had my brother with me so I wasn't scared, but my wife went in my her self bcuz she brave like that. So when we got back home she went to lay on the bed, while I went to the car to grab some stuff; out of nowhere she came out running towards me all scared and shit. I had a  wtf reaction on my face. She's all holding me tight and said that something sat on her. I was telling her now that's how I felt and I laughing in my mind because she always say that I was lying. To this day she hates thinking about it.
More stories coming soon, keep stories coming also, I love reading people's experiences.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on December 28, 2011, 10:21:36 PM
I gots no more stories to tell, but i'll say tis. Wat ever you just went through. I've been through it. Eveyting you just said. I know how it is. Only ppl who got sat on will truly understand wat just happen.

Anyways this is not a so scary story, but i've been trying to have my oldest boy to sleep in his other bedroom. But he says he has nightmare. So he sleeps in the other bedroom. Anyway brave as i am.(lol). I slept in that room for a good couple of days, and yeah around 4-5am i would start to have bad dreams. So i placed a Hmng knife under the bed(in between) the bed. So in my mind i was waitting for tat wat ever to show up. But it never did, so i slept in it for a couple more days. Just to make sure tat it's gone, and it never came back. The knife is still there ever since. But my boy would sleep in there. But tat's okay. I'm not gonna make him sleep in there if he choose not to.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on January 03, 2012, 09:37:10 PM
So far so good, happy new years. Haven't been sat on since the string on my ankle and knife under my bed. ( knock on wood). Well today my mom and I had an freaky experience in the elevator. Well she told me to take her to get an appointment for her medicaid stuff so when we got into the building and went to the elevator. We pressed the up button cuz we needed to get to the 2nd level, when it opened up we went in side and pressed the 2nd floor button. The door closed and in opened back up as if someone was pressing the open button on the other side. We thought someone wanted to get into the elevator but it was no one. I looked to the left and right but no one was there, so we closed the door with the button. In my head I was like freaking out feels like those Japan's horror movies where the ghost inters into the elevator. My mom also got scared cuz that nevered happened before. So we just shook it off. After getting done with the appointment my mom and I was waiting for the elevator again so when it open we got in it. I pressed the 1st floor button and it closed but this time not all the way, as if someone stuck there arm in so the elevator opens again. I was like wtf, this is scary my mom and I. My mom was like something might be following us and laugh softly while I was thinking of a ghost getting in with us. When we got out we started walking fast out the hall way and out the door to the car. Funny and scary I guess. I got another one about a basement coming later pretty freaky.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 03, 2012, 09:58:28 PM
Make sumac swords, people. They keep out all evil spirits. Sumac swords, ok? Ntaj huab txhib, I've been told.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on January 04, 2012, 08:52:35 AM
Make sumac swords, people. They keep out all evil spirits. Sumac swords, ok? Ntaj huab txhib, I've been told.

Funny you mention that. A couple of my npawgs are really into learning and hais txiv xaiv. One day I got a call from one of them asking if I can send them a good size sumac branch. I asked what they needed for, and he told me to make swords. First I was thinking to myself why they needed sumac to make swords, then I recall the old people saying poj ntxoog ntshai ntaj huab txhib.

My brother came to visit, and I sent along with him two good size sumac branch.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 04, 2012, 12:16:27 PM
Funny you mention that. A couple of my npawgs are really into learning and hais txiv xaiv. One day I got a call from one of them asking if I can send them a good size sumac branch. I asked what they needed for, and he told me to make swords. First I was thinking to myself why they needed sumac to make swords, then I recall the old people saying poj ntxoog ntshai ntaj huab txhib.

My brother came to visit, and I sent along with him two good size sumac branch.

Yup. They are right. And you did them a good favor.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 04, 2012, 08:24:53 PM
Sumac, are they those trees shrubs along the Minnesota highway that turns red in autumn?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 04, 2012, 10:41:12 PM
Sumac, are they those trees shrubs along the Minnesota highway that turns red in autumn?

Guess so. Here's a picture. Two.
(http://babel.lss.wisc.edu/~sara/pictures/sept2006/sumac_colors.jpg)
(http://www.paghat.com/images/sumac-september.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on January 04, 2012, 11:51:32 PM
I'd be making the buster sword out of the sumac branch
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JazzBootz on January 05, 2012, 04:34:21 AM
best thread in all of PH!!!  yeah!!  :toothy4:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Evelynn on January 05, 2012, 06:05:21 AM
Funny you mention that. A couple of my npawgs are really into learning and hais txiv xaiv. One day I got a call from one of them asking if I can send them a good size sumac branch. I asked what they needed for, and he told me to make swords. First I was thinking to myself why they needed sumac to make swords, then I recall the old people saying poj ntxoog ntshai ntaj huab txhib.

My brother came to visit, and I sent along with him two good size sumac branch.

On our (g-pa & I) return flight fm back east, my g-pa made a bundle of cov ntaj huab txhib.  I thought I gave him all of them when we arrived, but as I unpacked, there were two at the bottom of the cooler.  I kept it in my car for a wk, but I didn't have the chance to drop it off, so I tossed it.  I knew it was to prevent spirits fm entering their home, but I wasn't aware of the puj ntxoog.  It gives me an eerie feeling dropping by their apt complex (Summerset in Fresno) after dark.
 
OMG......the night before our departure, my mom told me to go get the frozen goods fm the red house (my parents built a storage house and placed at least 4/500ft fm the house) so I can pack. Being ascary cat that I am, I asked my sil to go w/me.  Ugggghhh....sh e didn't keep it to herself and stated, "Oh, I can't blame you for the uneasy feeling, because your brother have seen a little girl standing in front of the red house several times as he fix his cars into the late night".  Oouuuuu....giv e me the chills thinking about it (0340).  Man, I went to bed around 0200 and boy-o-boy....i couldn't fall asleep and my imagination went wild, because the guest bedroom is facing the red shouse and my sil decorated the window w/ a pink sheer and see-through girly curtain.  I got so scared, tossing and turning.  Thank God g-pa was sleeping in the living room (more like 2hr naps), so i grabbed the blanket and pillow, went to sleep on one of the couch.  

I haven't seen (thank God i'm not privileged enough to see/hear or experience anything in our village),because my parents have and iD heard stories fm my siblings after I got married.

Anyways, I have never been sat on by FAT until we were resting at my mil's house.  Fat is scared when you called God/Vaajstwv or Hallelujyaj.  For those couple of times, kuv has Halleluyaj, more like scream, then i'm set free.  Damn, at my mil's house, if you think about it or sense it's presence, damn.......koj maag nug sit on you. 

Anyways, I ntshai ntshai lawm, I no type lawm os......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sunkissed0089 on January 05, 2012, 12:39:48 PM
JKL, your story about the rest area reminded me of a story my friend shared with me.

It was close to 3 in the morning and my friend's family was traveling from Charlotte, NC back to Morganton, NC.  It's not a long drive---about 1.5 hour or so---but the kids had to use the restroom so they stopped at a rest stop.  It was deserted but they went and did their business then continued their drive back home. 

That night when they got home, one of the family members got sat on.  The next night, another member got sat on.  This cycle continued for a few nights until they confronted a shaman about the re-occurring experience.  Turns out, while they were at the rest stop, something followed them home.

OGs always say to never stop at deserted places because spirits that linger in that area will follow you and such.  I never stop at rest areas after sunset; heard too many stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 05, 2012, 09:22:08 PM
summer set apartments in Fresno are haunted as hell. back in the 90s before the complex got dozed over, it was full of Hmong and laos people, so you can imagine all the dead old folks and jingle bell and gang related deaths.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 06, 2012, 07:15:06 PM
Thought I'll share this weird story. I'll let you judge if it was a fluke or a coincident.

 Anyways, Me and the wife we were driving on Larpenteur heading towards Rice St. to caribou coffee. Right before the railroad track. I asked if the wifey, if she remembers the white house that sat next to the track. She said "no", so I told her that the old lady that lived there died, and the city tore the house down. So we droved pass the track and I made a right turn just before BK. And all of a sudden my car smelled like meeka candle. I thought.. HMmmm W T hell. I asked if the wife could smell wat I smell.
She said "yea" it does smell like candle in here... I wasn't scary or anything. Cuz it was like 2-3 in the afternoon.

So as I turned into the drive through at the coffee shop. I said it out loud, like this (Okay lady.. You need to get out of my car.)
And all of a sudden the smell went away.. My wife was LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 07, 2012, 02:30:58 PM
Scary shit Shampoo. Yea Friant Road is freakin haunted. Now it's better but back then the casino used to serve alcohol and the road used to only have one lane for each side. People will drink n drive on that long curvy road or casino workers would drive back sleepy from overtime. Now it's better no more alcohol and the road is now two lanes.

My cousin used to work there and one day after work he stopped by to help a lady's dead car on the road. While getting out of his car to help, he got struck by an old lady and his body flew far into the fields killing him instantly. Reports of dead officers giving tickets. Also the road borders Lost Lake, where lots of Hmong peps drown and die
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Evelynn on January 07, 2012, 10:53:10 PM
summer set apartments in Fresno are haunted as hell. back in the 90s before the complex got dozed over, it was full of Hmong and laos people, so you can imagine all the dead old folks and jingle bell and gang related deaths.

OMG......no wonder why I always have eerie feelings going there after 10pm, and it explains why majority of the doors have red corn peach tree, wooden swords and whatever to ware off spirit.  The small gates are locked after dark and if I go visit usually drop off something, I had to drive to the main entrance gate, which my g-pa lives across FIRM on Weldon Ave.  On the long drive tl his apartment, I'm alert and scared.  I'll try not to go there late anymore.

Thanks
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 07, 2012, 11:49:40 PM
Thought I'll share this weird story. I'll let you judge if it was a fluke or a coincident.

 Anyways, Me and the wife we were driving on Larpenteur heading towards Rice St. to caribou coffee. Right before the railroad track. I asked if the wifey, if she remembers the white house that sat next to the track. She said "no", so I told her that the old lady that lived there died, and the city tore the house down. So we droved pass the track and I made a right turn just before BK. And all of a sudden my car smelled like meeka candle. I thought.. HMmmm W T hell. I asked if the wife could smell wat I smell.
She said "yea" it does smell like candle in here... I wasn't scary or anything. Cuz it was like 2-3 in the afternoon.

So as I turned into the drive through at the coffee shop. I said it out loud, like this (Okay lady.. You need to get out of my car.)
And all of a sudden the smell went away.. My wife was LOL.

Your wife laughed it off? Funny. Is she Hmong? Usually, Caucasian laugh it off when they think we are superstitious.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 08, 2012, 10:06:40 PM
haha  O0

Reminds me of one of my husband's aunt.

It was 2am when she came knocking at our door, asking us if she could come inside. She looked weird and acted differently than she usually would. It was such an odd feeling. Well, my dad, before he passed, had put a wooden statue at my wall facing the door. It's suppose to protect you and the house and bring luck to the family. Btw, When she placed her foot on the rim of the doorstep, she stopped. Blocked her face as if something so bright had shone on her and backed away. Mind you, this was like 2am and pitch dark.

My hubb looked at her and asked, if she was ok. She looked down and whispered that we should take down the wooden statue because it was placed wronged. My hubb told her to come in and that he will take it off cause he doesn't really know where it belonged. I stared at the statue and back at my hubb's aunt. She was just so different, more scary. So i stopped my hubb and said "Stop".

I told my hubb he can't touch anything my father put up and I told his aunt to leave. It was already so late and that she should just go home before her family worry. I held onto the door and as if going to close it a little, we saw her lick her lips and all of a sudden, his aunt shook, her eyes rolled back and she fell forward. I screamed at my hubb to move away and moved infront of him to block him. His aunt fell towards me and into the house. She stood up and said "Nyab, cas kuv nyob ntawd no?" in english, "Daughter in law, how come I am here?"

My hubb thought we were both crazy and ushered her in. She told us, one minute she was driving home from work, but this time, she took a different route cause she was dropping one of her co-worker home in the country side near table mountain casino in fresno, ca. The next thing she remenbered was that, something else came into her car and she told it to go away.

She said she knew it was somebody dead, but she didn't know why it was in her car. Next thing she know, she was at our door. Weird thing is, we just moved. She and the rest of the relatives don't even know where we live.


So she must have been possessed then?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on January 09, 2012, 08:42:21 AM
Oh damn.  Goose bumps for realz.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 10, 2012, 09:58:30 AM
Keng, my wife doesn't believe in wat i/we believe.. i guess she never encouter wat u or all of us  has.. she tinks tat a lot of the stuff i blog in here on ghost is a bunch of mombo jumbo..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FINEST1234 on January 10, 2012, 02:28:55 PM
I dont know if I told this one yet but back when i was still a kid maybe elementary age. My mom and her friend used to work as a janitor at this one school in WI. this one night i tagged along with them. we did our duties and when they were finsihed they went to this class room to watch movies..  ;D haha while they were watching movie me being nosey and looking thru the kids desks... at the corn of my eye i saw a grayish black figure strolling a them big dumpster down the hall.. i got scared and i told my mom i saw someone walked by very fast...  ;D my mom said cant be anyone cause everyone left already...  i went and opened the door and looked before direction but didnt see anyone there  :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Evelynn on January 10, 2012, 03:38:06 PM
This was told from my mil's tais hluas:

During my fil's burial, our aunt went over to a fresh grave site, saying "O, tug neeg tuag no tseem hlua heev tag".  That night, that person came into her dream. 

I'll read the names, DOB and DOD, but I never talk to it.  BTW.....i hate driving by a cemetary, after hearing what people encounter.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moscato on January 10, 2012, 05:19:25 PM
wow shampoo scary. I got the goosebumps.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: AhSeng on January 10, 2012, 07:13:08 PM
My first time posting here in PH.  Been lurking for almost a year on and off and finally joined. This thread was what made me join lol. ;D  Time for me to share some stories for you guys. All true and from my grandma who I don't think will lie. My Grandma will tell random stories to my parents when they are bored and I tend to eavesdrop on these crazy stories sometimes. My story telling sucks so bare with me.

The first story came from my Uncle who's about the same age as me. It was dark at midnight. Everyone was up but it was only about 5 to 4 people up at my grandpa's place who lived with his son. Suddenly all of a sudden everyone starts hearing knocking at the end of the hall. Everyone knew no one was over there. It kept knocking and knocking loudly. Then the kitchen sounded like there was someone knocking on the plates. My uncle got so freaking scared he just sat there silently at the living room pretending to not notice anything while watching tv. My grandma freaked and told my grandpa but he didn't hear anything. Finally my grandma went to fry some chili peppers so the thing that was bothering them would go away but the knocking just gets louder. Finally grandpa got up and did some shaman thing with knives and everything went back to normal.

This one's from my grandma(gm). When my gm was a just a little kid there was a shit load of dead people and paranormal crap back in Laos. She would hear stories of dead coming back to find food. There was one relative of ours that had died leaving behind her kids and a husband. At day the husband would go to work while the kids stayed home alone. When he was at work doing farm work or w/e his kids would be at home. At the time the husband was at work the dead wife would come back to cook raw ducks(if i remember correctly) and try to feed it to the kids. When the husband got home he find the kids scared as hell. The pot would smell like dead flesh with a boiled dead duck. Then night came. The wife would come walk around the hut(you know the old straw houses) and the animals would go crazy and they would hear cats meowing all around the house. The next day the husband went to work again and the same thing happened but this time he came back right when she was still at the house.  He would yell and curse at her in Hmong saying "Why the hell are you back. If your dead just stay dead." (sounds much more offensive in Hmong)  He got angry and took his rifle and chased her out into the forest. After that they never saw or heard of her anymore.  :knuppel2:

This one's also from my gm. She had a aunt back in Laos. The aunt had an only child but it died of sickness at a very young age. She would cry ask why did he have to die. Then she went to a shaman. The shaman told her that if you want your son back then go to the farm place all alone and you will see a child. Take it and it is yours. The next day she went out at the farm land. She saw a little kid figure that looked like his son. It was holding this other taller dark figure hand. She wanted it but she knew he was already dead so she just walked away.

If she did take the kid I wonder what would happen. :o



I've got other short ones but not worth telling since their so short and just explains what happens since I don't have much details.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 11, 2012, 12:23:10 PM
The story about the past on wife comming back and the straw houses, Oooo scray story.  You did wat i did, joinned PH, just for the ghost thread..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 11, 2012, 12:38:42 PM
I don't think I cross my leg when I sleep, also I encounter being sat on a couple times sleeping on my side; I thought it wouldn't happen when I sleep on my side but it did. When I get sat on I fight with my spirt, it's like I close my eye and concentrate somoning my spirit out to fight it. I can also feel a little pain after the fight when I'm fully awake.

Once when I was sleeping on the couch at my inlaws and I felt it on top of me, I try screaming but it never works so I close my eye and told my spirit to fight it, I was fighting it face to face in the as if it was a dream but it seem so real because I can see the surounding and myself on the couch as I was fighting the black figure fist to fist. As I was fighting with it, it loss and took off; that's when I opened my eye and told wife to put her arm on top of me bcuz that usually helps me not getting sat on.
It hasn't happen in a couple days now because my mom brought some strings and knifes to a uncle to do some blessings on them, I was told not to open the knife case and it's under my pillow.

Another quick story:
My wife used to say that I was lying about getting sat on and stuff like that until it happened to her. We were in Milwaukee hanging out with some friends and my brother was seeing his girl down there and it was around 10pm when we left Miltown and coming back home. I needed to pee really bad while driving on the highway and some reasons most gas stations were close but there were a rest area up ahead. There was no car at the rest area but I really needed to pee and I was always hear stories about rest area but I had my brother with me so I wasn't scared, but my wife went in my her self bcuz she brave like that. So when we got back home she went to lay on the bed, while I went to the car to grab some stuff; out of nowhere she came out running towards me all scared and shit. I had a  wtf reaction on my face. She's all holding me tight and said that something sat on her. I was telling her now that's how I felt and I laughing in my mind because she always say that I was lying. To this day she hates thinking about it.
More stories coming soon, keep stories coming also, I love reading people's experiences.
the elders always say, when you are to stop by a rest area. don't say it out loud that your leaving(los peb mus tsev). otherwise the ghost or spirit would jump into your car and follow you home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 11, 2012, 03:39:53 PM
im not sure if this story was told on ph yet, but i did post my story somewhere on a meeka website. Anyway, this happen to me in 2004.  
  Here i go. I was pregnant with my very first child that year. It was around, you know what i forgot exactly what month. but anyway, it was early in the morning around 6:00. My hubby left for work, while i was still in bed sleeping.
  All of a sudden, my bedroom was filled with these fog or cloud like. My eyes were very sleepy and i could barley open my eyes. what ever it was wanted me to feel like i was dreaming. I started to freak out a little bit. Then i heard laughter coming from the end of my bed. As i look down i see these two small forhead moving side to side. The bed was high so i was not able to see their whole body. They then walk to the side of my bed. OMG! I got soooooo scared, i shut my eyes right away and pretended to be a sleep. but, before i closed my eyes i noticed that it was two little hmong girls dressed in hmong maybe 3 yrs of age. Anywho, I can hear them climb next to me staring down at my face, just giggling. My heart started to pound so fast, my body got hot. I mean i was very scared because nothing like this has ever happened to me before. So, i just lied in bed, eyes shut tight and the next thing i know, i was asleep.
  I woke up, dont know how many hours later not remebering anything at all that had happened that early morning. I went on doing my usual chores around the house. My hubby got home at 4:00. We left the house to drop off some movies, and on our way there I was sitting by the passenger side you know just staring out the window daydreaming. All of a sudden it then came back to me. I explained to him about the laughter and the little girls, and how freak out i was. He did believe too. Because you know we hmong people are superstitious.
 Well, anyway, that was something. I have two beautiful daughters now. So, people say maybe it was a sign that i was going to have girls or maybe they were my daughters. who knows. I was not scared of them, but the situation and everything that happened that morning got me scared. I wouldn't and had never thought of them as poj ntxoov because i know they were not.  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 11, 2012, 10:22:03 PM
Sexymama. It could mean a lot of diff. Way. Funnt ting is i love play'n RPG games, now tis is way back into the days to the spuer NES, were RPG was, not now. Anyways wen i used to play sooo much and than i get stuck. But couldn't find the answer, i'll then goto sleep and dream about it.... The i'll wake up like in the middle of the night, anf pop the game on and play as i dream/ saw it. And it did slove the prob(s).
Point is you'll see the future sumtimes in ur dream. So yea... You prob. Saw the future..but didn't understand it...we Hmng ppl believe in dreams. Well most of the time...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on January 12, 2012, 07:06:56 AM
Damn.

1st of all, you're a very good story teller.  I imagined everything as if I was there with you.

2nd of all, that is some freaky sh!t.  Never go running at night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QB6 on January 12, 2012, 10:58:36 AM
I've been reading the stories for quite some time now, just thought I share some of my many experiences...

About 15 years ago, our old house we use to live in was a abandoned broke down house, it was a mess in there and we use to rent a house a few houses away from that abandoned house so my dad and uncle decided to just to fix up that abandoned house for us to live in. The city didn't know until 4 years later and forced my dad to pay $4,000 to city for the house which was a steal for us. Knowing the fact that it use to be a abandoned house was scary already but the first 5 years seems to be ok and then one night my parents went over to my grandma house for a ua neeb and wasn't gonna be home til late so I had to sleep with my lil bro which was only about 6 months old and I was only 14 in my parents bed until they get home. It was probably around 10pm and I had just laid in my parents bed with my lil bro for about 5 minutes when the bed started shaking, i got scared and held on to my lil bro. This was going for a few minutes so I was like "F it! I opened my eyes to face it but it stopped. I was scared but still tried to go to sleep and about 15 minutes later, it started again, this time it was shaking more violently but about a minute into it, my sister woke up to go use the bathroom and she turned on the hallway light to the bathroom and it stopped. I grabbed my lil bro and turned on all the lights in the house and waited for my parents, I told them what happened but they kinda brushed it off.

A few weeks later, my cousin came and slept over, we were up playing video games kinda late and I slept upstairs and our upstairs was pretty open, my room didn't have a door, it was more of a living room upstairs then right when we went to bed, turned off the lights, we heard footsteps walking right outside of my room, our floor upstairs was this old hardwood floor and it was walking all around upstairs except in my room and then suddenly it walked and stopped in front of my room, a few seconds later, it walked away but my cousin stomach growled and the footstep "RAN" and stopped in front of the room and minutes passed, we didn't hear the footstep walking away so I got up and turned on the light and we looked and it was nothing, we slept with the light on all night and I slept with the light on ever since that day in that house.

Months later, my uncle came and lived with us so he took my room and I slept in the open upstairs, I was still scared and still slept with the light on but this time was just a little lamp. This one night I heard the footsteps again but I was facing the wall so after a few minutes of hearing the footsteps, I decided to open my eyes and look at the wall and I can see the shadow of whatever walking around on the wall, it had a weird deform shadow and everytime it walked away, the shadow will disappear but as it got close, the shadow was getting bigger and bigger, I somehow managed to fall asleep and still my parents brushed it off. A few days later, me and my sister was home alone and one of my uncle's friend came over to drop off one of the cd he borrowed from my uncle, since my uncle wasn't home, I went upstairs to drop the cd in his room and right when I walked out of the room, I heard this loud footstep, sounded like someone stomping and it was chasing me, it was loud as hell, so I ran as fast as I could and we have like 12 steps down, I think I jumped off after like the first few steps, screamed for my sister and we just waited outside for my parents to come home.

Years later, I remember my dad asked me to not go anywhere because we're moving, just like that, I assume they were experiencing some stuff too to move out of the blue, we sold the house for cheap too so some hmong peeps bought it the same day we were moving, it was a nice big house too but months later, they called and said that they woke up to dishes everywhere and cabinets opened and if we experience anything like that, my dad lied and said, "no", last I heard they didn't stay long either and sold the house. There was more to it, the first 3 nights at our new house, this new house was in a different part of town, a nicer city and neighborhood, compare to the first one. I was getting a new bed but wasn't delivered yet so I was sleeping with my lil bro in his room for the first 3 nights and the first night I heard the footsteps in the hallway and it was trying to open the door to the room and seems like it was trying to open my sister's door too, u can hear the door knob twisting and turning but somehow it couldn't turn it all the way, the same thing happened the next night and my mom was working 2nd shift so she don't get home late and my dad was a heavy sleeper so he never hear anything but on the 3rd day, I asked my sisters if they hear what I heard and they did too so we told my dad and by 10pm, he yelled out that we're going to sleep, lights were off and he was laying with me and bros in our room to listen and within 5 minutes, the footsteps started but this time it didn't try to open the door. My dad got up and say it was the hardwood flooring but we all know what it was but my mom was a shaman so she did this thing and put some of these stuff on every door in the house and it stopped and nothing happened ever since. I still have alot more to share...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QB6 on January 12, 2012, 11:10:23 AM
This one was pretty scary, my parents saw it in person. My cousin and his family moved down to NC from MI for farming and they were there for a few years and then one night my cousin called his dad to let him know that they're on way back right now because his wife is acting strange and because his dad is a shaman too, maybe he'll know what to do. From what my parents told me, when they got back to MI, the wife didn't even look like her anymore, her english was kind of broken but this time her english was fluent, they had shamans come over to check on her and she was just cussing them out right to left in english, they said it was some Emily Rose shit... They had a hmong pastor come and he took off with the quickness, she was always in the bedroom and family members be in the living room talking about what to do and she would know right when they come in the bedroom and would cuss them out that whatever they thinking of is not gonna work. So they had a stronger shaman come I guess and he found out that whatever was possessing her was a guy that died at their farm and threatened to kill their 2 kids if anyone interfere, the demon said that he will leave once she gives birth to his child, months later she started bleeding heavily but there was no baby or anything but after that she slowly came back to herself. Still gives me the creeps everytime I see her but they never went back to that farm, hired some movers to go move their stuff from there back to MI...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on January 12, 2012, 11:26:36 AM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QB6 on January 12, 2012, 11:27:35 AM
This one happened to one of my cousin when they went hunting. They were all in their 40's...

They decided to split up and meet back at camp at a specific time, on the way back to camp, my cousin got to this area in the forest that got cold and chilly so he knew something was up, he got scared and stopped and look around and saw 2 feet, no body or anything by a tree so he minded his own business and just walked on by. Back at camp he told my dad what he saw but my dad told him is probably nothing evil, so out of the group, only my cousin and my dad know so they all went to sleep to get ready for the hunt next day, one of the guy in their group had a dream about his girlfriend in Laos or Thailand that she was waiting for him but he never came by, I guess he promised her that he was gonna come back for her after coming to the U.S. but couldn't do it and the girlfriend died. He told everyone the story the next morning at breakfast before heading out and my dad and my cousin just told everyone to go home, u know how O.G.'s are, while hunting or fishing, if they say go home then it's time to go home... Eventually he found out the story from my dad and I don't think that dude goes hunting anymore...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QB6 on January 12, 2012, 11:47:03 AM
alot more but kinda lazy right now...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 12, 2012, 02:32:32 PM
Sexymama. It could mean a lot of diff. Way. Funnt ting is i love play'n RPG games, now tis is way back into the days to the spuer NES, were RPG was, not now. Anyways wen i used to play sooo much and than i get stuck. But couldn't find the answer, i'll then goto sleep and dream about it.... The i'll wake up like in the middle of the night, anf pop the game on and play as i dream/ saw it. And it did slove the prob(s).
Point is you'll see the future sumtimes in ur dream. So yea... You prob. Saw the future..but didn't understand it...we Hmng ppl believe in dreams. Well most of the time...
um thankyou for the comments, but i have no idea what your really trying to say. what is RPG? spuer NES? :-\ is that some kind of games ???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 12, 2012, 02:43:08 PM
During the end of fall 2003, When i was still living with my mother in law, my husband and I would get into arguments and fights. He would leave for the day and sometimes night. Leaving me with his family. His mother didn't like me very much, so she would say hateful things to hurt me. I really didn't have a place of warmth so usually at night, around 8:30 to 9pm in the cleaner part of south east fresno, I would walk around the neighborhood to get away from the craziness and to calm down.

One day with my husband gone. Night time rolled around and I felt so alone. i felt so suffocated that I couldn't sit still. I put on my tennis shoes and ran out the door and into the night. It was almost around 10pm. The fogged had settled in, in some part of fresno.

A corner away, a block away and a few houses down, to the side, along the railroad tracks, sits an open field that hmong people farmed at. There was about an acre of land that wasn't being used so it had weed up to my thigh. Usually I would run right pass it, but I needed to breathe. i needed to escape. So I hoped over the little white fence and ran and ran into the open field right into the weed. Right into the patch of fog. And stopped.

From the corners of my eyes, I swore i saw some one running with me. He looked like an older man but with hmong clothes and a pink red rag around his waist. I brushed it aside. I was too mad, too sad to feel anything. I think this was a time I felt in my life that I wanted to just "die". I ran some more through the weeds and through the fog until I couldn't run anymore. From the distant, I could hear a faint voice singing the traditional hmong kwv txhiaj song.

 I stopped to catch my breath and listened, there was definetly a person singing kwv txhiaj. Then it stopped. All of a sudden, I  heard someone say "Koj tuaj absti no?" I turned around to see, and thought that it was one of the hmong neighbors that were probably coming back late from farming. But there was no one. I looked around and around. I felt a very cold chill down my head to my back. I never felt like that before. I turned and turned around. I was so far. So far from where I started.

I started to run and when I did, I heard someone running with me. I could see the weeds swaying as if someone was going through it. The rustling was right behind me. I felt something chasing me. I told myself it was just my imagination. I ran and ran till I got to the gate and felt that cold chill again. I hopped over and right before my eyes, I saw a corn tossed over me and landed right in front of me, as if someone purposely threw it.

I ran so fast home. I went right to hug my mother in law, said sorry and went to sleep. It was about an hour or two later that she started hollaring like crazy from the living room. She is a shaman and her jingles started ringing really loud by itself and scared the crap out of father in law. When she finished, she started yelling at me and told me, a loner ghost chased and followed me home.

Found out a week later from my husband and his mother that in that field, one of the neighbor's uncle had a heartattack there and died. Sad. The neighbor's wife used to farm there until she moved to minnesota. From then on, I never run at night or go into fields alone.
nice story there, the elders always say never go out at night time to cry or talk to yourself about death. because there are so much death around us and they will come after you, you know. so tsis txhob tu tu siab alright. so what, are you both still arguing? i know you said your motherinlaw don't like you as much. tried not to argue infront of her. im mean if you and her son argue and your calling him all these names of course they will not like it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 12, 2012, 03:28:43 PM
um thankyou for the comments, but i have no idea what your really trying to say. what is RPG? spuer NES? :-\ is that some kind of games ???
super nes was the ni ten dou,  Game console. RPG is a game  call role play games. More like adventure games. Sorry if i was using games as an example. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 12, 2012, 03:32:39 PM
Shampoo, great stories. Love to hear more. If you got anymore.
Freaky stuff you got there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: AhSeng on January 12, 2012, 11:16:37 PM
Ok I've got this freaky story I don't tell my friends and relatives because I know they are all wimps and will literally freak out if I tell them. ;D When I was a kid I had while I was dreaming I suddenly entered sleep paralysis and I felt something sucking my right toe.  In my head I can make it out as some old lady. When I woke up my right toe was feeling numb and I was alone in the room. I just brushed it off since I was just a kid.  :o

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 12, 2012, 11:44:09 PM
Shampoo do you mind telling me the street intersections of this haunted field so i can avoid it at all cost? lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mynes_3 on January 13, 2012, 07:25:59 AM
YESSS FINALLY I GOT IN.

will post my stories later. just finished typing it then it got delete....damn .
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on January 13, 2012, 09:17:47 AM
Thanks you guys.

Chingy, you know where S Winery and Willow is? Google this address and pick the option satellite so you can see:
2178 S Willow Ave Fresno, CA. That's where the field is.  

If use google streetview, you will see a ghost wearing red shirt, short black pants and a white shoes walking on the sidewalk, that is scary >:D

Something is wrong with that field, on the aerial photo view the surrounding area looks green but that field is red dry.  May weed and poppy plants grow there  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 13, 2012, 01:14:45 PM
Thanks you guys.

Chingy, you know where S Winery and Willow is? Google this address and pick the option satellite so you can see:
2178 S Willow Ave Fresno, CA. That's where the field is.  

good thing i never ever need to go to that side of town, and that is one big ass field
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on January 13, 2012, 02:08:22 PM
Thanks you guys.

Chingy, you know where S Winery and Willow is? Google this address and pick the option satellite so you can see:
2178 S Willow Ave Fresno, CA. That's where the field is. 
i know where that is at .. im from fresno myself..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 13, 2012, 02:46:25 PM
Fantastic stories you all have. Keep them coming.  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on January 14, 2012, 01:02:40 PM

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.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 14, 2012, 01:31:37 PM
Phatqueen,

Don't leave us readers hanging.  Tell more!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on January 14, 2012, 04:46:10 PM
Like I said before, after my aunt, her daughter and her daughter’s daughter left to go home, strange things started to happen. My sister dreamed my grandpa was tied up. She cried, got a knife and helped my grandpa. My grandpa got free and she woke up.
My sister told my parents what she dreamed. Comes to find out a couple days later, the reason why they strange things started to happen was because my aunt told another shaman to get rid of her own mom which was my grandma. The shaman blocked my grandma from my aunt and somehow, the shaman tied my grandma’s spririt and locks her spirit up. 
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Before my grandpa passed away, everyone was at the hospital except for me and some of my siblings. Who ever was supposed to look after my grandma didn’t look after her. My grandma took off. Every one was looking for my grandma. She was no where to be found. My dad and my uncle reported my grandma missing. The next morning, my grandma was found by someone. A man went to go grab his newspaper outside and spot my grandma looking as if she was lost. He looked at her closely. She looked like the missing person on the news. My grandma was okay. I overheard my mom talking to my dad the reason why nobody couldn’t find her was because a long red hair lady took my grandma where she was found. That it told my grandma to stay there and cover her with leaves. And she will be back. My mom’s sister burn incense and chanted some words so grandma can be found.

After, my grandpa passed away. My sisters and I was staying at home doing our homework. While, my parents were over at my uncle’s house preparing for my grandpa’s funeral. We heard someone drop a box in the second living room. I asked everyone. And they answer no they didn’t. We got scared and called my dad to come and pick us up.

On the second day of the funeral, my mom told my sister to go home and grab some vegetables, not sure what it’s called, but it’s to make soup for my grandma. My younger sister and I tag along with my older sister. We got inside the house and were going to go outside to the backyard. My older sister was first, then me, then my younger sister. All of the sudden, my older sister ran and scream. I ran to the bathroom. And my other sister ran outside with the broom. A minute later, I went to the living room, my older sister covered herself with a blanket. We got scared and went to the front of the house. My older sister and I were too scared to go back inside the house to get the phone and close the back door. So we made my younger sister who wasn’t scared and didn’t know what was going on to go close the back door and get the house phone. The strange was when we got to the house, we didn’t hear cats crying. Right after, we ran out of the house, we heard cats crying. Right when we called my mom, the cats stop crying. We went back to my grandpa’s funeral. My sister told my mom what happen. So my mom said it probably was the bucket. My mom asked her sister to look into it and she said it was my grandpa only.

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Few years ago, my sisters and I was in my parent’s bedroom watching JU-ON. The light was off to the movie even scarier. After the movie, we head out to go to sleep. We were talking, all of the sudden, my sisters and I heard, the sound like when that noise toshio made when he open up his mouth. We all got scared. LOL.. I scream and one of my sisters ran to my parent’s bedroom. My dad came out of the bedroom and asks what happen. My sister told my dad what happen and he said it’s nothing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on January 14, 2012, 06:07:35 PM
So what did your older sister saw?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on January 14, 2012, 06:38:17 PM
my sister saw a bright white shadow figure.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cyang on January 17, 2012, 10:35:23 PM
Wow that is a very creepy story..that's one thing I'm afraid to do is purchase our first house and have haunted...I myself never experience such things but my husband and kids do...I don't want to be stuck like that...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mynes_3 on January 18, 2012, 05:03:46 AM
Wow. Where is this house at if u dont mind me asking? My wifes aunt bought a house too and it was haunted so they sold it
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 18, 2012, 03:26:33 PM
A little background on me. My father has two wives; my mother is the second one and I'm the only biological child from her and him. My (big)mother, had 5 children. My father passed in Vinai, my oldest brother passed away in Laos (before my father) and my oldest sister committed suicide shortly after immigrating here (of course USA). My big mother just passed away not too long ago due to kidney failure.

Now the experiences; my brother and sisters live in CA while I live in MN. We had been separated for a very long time before we siblings found each other and I flew to CA to visit them. My big mother was still alive when I went down there; my sisters and brother were not afraid to tell me of what happened when my sister "came back". I was told "she came back night after night; scares the crap out of us, she would bang the dishes; turn the water on/off and physically harm us". My big mother would yell at her to get out and stop her activities; it never cease, it kept going on until my big mother became a shaman and sent one of her spirits to reincarnate. My sister also said whenever she came my father was always with her, my dead sister would reference that my father is telling her to do this and that (I'm having chills just writing this).

I will stop her for now and will continue to post whenever I get the chance to.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 19, 2012, 04:22:29 AM
Shampoo, again interesctions please so i can avoid ever renting that place lol. Yay finally some good stories from Fresno representing, heres one of mines

My Aunt's mom just passed away a few years ago, after her funeral she went to visit her grave site at the Fresno cemetary by herself. It was getting dark and chili so she already felt weird but then out of mowhere she started hearing whispers. Two people talking but there was nobody else in sight and she couldnt make out the words. She got scared and walked fast to her car. She got in and was was in the middle of closing her door when something yanked the door from outside, not lettig her close it. She got scared and slammed the door very hard finally closing it. She went to exit the cemetary but the way she came from was closed. So she drove to the other exits and they were all also closed. She started to freak out and was thinking that maybe her mom was doing all this on purpose because she wants her to stay longer. Since all gates were closed and no one in sight, she was on the verge of calling the cops. But finally she spotted a car that was also lost in the cemetary trying to get out. She followed behind them to feel more safe and the car finally lead them to the exit on the very far end of the cemetary. She finally got out but was very traumatized so she called and talked to my mom who refered her to my old Qeej master. She went to see him and he said that her mom just miss her very much and wants to spend more time with her
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 19, 2012, 12:37:35 PM
My sister says that my big mother; sees my father almost every single night before my other sister committed suicide (my father had died somewhere in Thailand). He would come to her and say that he's hungry and he has no money. No matter where they moved he always followed her; demanding for food, money, and shelter.

I spoke with my big mother when I was visiting in Cali; she verified all of what my sister told me was true. My father would bug her to no end for her to give him spiritual necessities. Eventually he started coming to to see my eldest sister and second eldest sister; playing with them and talking to them in broad daylight.

I will share more in just a bit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Hurt Mushrooms on January 19, 2012, 12:40:10 PM
208 pages long and still some people don't believe in ghosts. Wow...
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 19, 2012, 01:02:40 PM
When my eldest sister hung herself in the closet, she was just a girl early into her teens; if she was alive she would've been in her late 30s by now. Anyway, they held a Christian funeral for her; at this time they had converted to a new faith. As far as for what I was told " it didn't matter if it was a Christian or Traditional" she still came back to haunt the family. They had ask me if anything that was not normal had happen to me. I told them "no". And to this day, there has been no paranormal incident that has happened to me (knocks on wood VERY, VERY HARD); my older sister told me that back then when everyone was alive; "I" was the one that every one loved the most. From my father to both my mothers and all my sisters, my eldest sister loved me dearly, she always babysat me, carried me everywhere she went, and since she was the oldest at that time; made sure I was never uncomfortable. My sisters kept on asking me am I sure nothing happened to me, they were abused by her spirit for a very long time after she died and yet I was not bothered by anything?

I will continue later.... gotta work.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 19, 2012, 01:47:15 PM
I'm confuse.. too many tis and too many tat..who's who. Is all ur fam. Gone.? Who's still among the living? And not?..
Anyways great confusing stories... Keep it comming.. i will re-read all this again from page 206....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on January 19, 2012, 03:28:35 PM
shampoo, those are some scary stories

my uncle lives down the street from that school
next time we go hunting/fishing i'll make sure not to think about that house cause we always leave early like 2-3am early and get home very late

thanks for sharing
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 19, 2012, 05:00:20 PM
Back in Laos, kids would play hide and seek in the dark. The seeker often had to grab the hiders. Whomever he grabbed, he had to bring to the fireplace so they all knew who it was in order to make that person the next seeker.

One time a little boy grabbed someone from the shrubs. "Gotcha!" he said. But his hand felt wet and sticky just holding the hider's arm. The boy dragged the person he found to the fireplace. The rest heard that he had found someone and so they all came out to see we who it was. But the thing he found was a little girl with long hair and long fangs and teeth. Wherever they put it, it sat and would get stuck to the seat. They all screamed and dispersed for their own houses!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 19, 2012, 06:24:06 PM
I think all of the families of those kids had to hu plig for their own kid.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 20, 2012, 10:00:28 AM
Back in Laos, kids would play hide and seek in the dark. The seeker often had to grab the hiders. Whomever he grabbed, he had to bring to the fireplace so they all knew who it was in order to make that person the next seeker.

One time a little boy grabbed someone from the shrubs. "Gotcha!" he said. But his hand felt wet and sticky just holding the hider's arm. The boy dragged the person he found to the fireplace. The rest heard that he had found someone and so they all came out to see we who it was. But the thing he found was a little girl with long hair and long fangs and teeth. Wherever they put it, it sat and would get stuck to the seat. They all screamed and dispersed for their own houses!!
Is this real?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 20, 2012, 10:08:00 AM
Chingy, the school is on Chestnut and church. South east fresno.

DirtyLuvn:  ;)
 

I would do the same.

I wonder if they slaughtered two or more chickens for the boy that caught it more than they did for the other kids.  You would, right?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 20, 2012, 10:08:44 AM
Is this real?

I can't verify it. But the story got passed on to me from some OGs back in the camps.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 20, 2012, 10:16:33 AM
Several years ago, I dreamed of my maternal grandmother who had already died a few years before my dream. I decided to take some foods to her grave for her on a day right after it had just snowed.  I parked my car on the cemetary road and walked to her grave. Then I saw some foot prints straight from her grave, with toes pointing to the road where I had just parked my car. There were no foot prints pointing the other way. I thought someone had walked from another grave and happened to come the way where I had stopped.  I followed the footprints to the grave. They ended at my maternal grandmother's grave. There was no foot print coming from anywhere else towards that grave.

So, I knew something was trying to scare me. But I told myself that it all it could do was make foot prints, then it could not harm me at all. I spent enough time dropping off the foods and saying what I needed to say to grandma before turning back to my car....no, no goosebumps since they were just foot prints and it was day time, even though I was the only human there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on January 20, 2012, 11:18:33 AM
reporter:
if your werent scared of it or had goosebumps maybe it was ur grandma coming to meet/greet you
if so that wouldve been nice
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on January 20, 2012, 11:44:02 AM
No Goosebumps?  Lies!  It was snowing.  I'm sure it was plenty cold!

 O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 20, 2012, 01:28:25 PM
reporter:
if your werent scared of it or had goosebumps maybe it was ur grandma coming to meet/greet you
if so that wouldve been nice

I guess so. Maybe she was trying to tell me she was there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on January 20, 2012, 01:29:14 PM
No Goosebumps?  Lies!  It was snowing.  I'm sure it was plenty cold!

 O0

hehe...why would you be scared of just foot prints? What can foot prints do to you or me? :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 20, 2012, 02:53:17 PM
When my eldest sister hung herself in the closet, she was just a girl early into her teens; if she was alive she would've been in her late 30s by now. Anyway, they held a Christian funeral for her; at this time they had converted to a new faith. As far as for what I was told " it didn't matter if it was a Christian or Traditional" she still came back to haunt the family. They had ask me if anything that was not normal had happen to me. I told them "no". And to this day, there has been no paranormal incident that has happened to me (knocks on wood VERY, VERY HARD); my older sister told me that back then when everyone was alive; "I" was the one that every one loved the most. From my father to both my mothers and all my sisters, my eldest sister loved me dearly, she always babysat me, carried me everywhere she went, and since she was the oldest at that time; made sure I was never uncomfortable. My sisters kept on asking me am I sure nothing happened to me, they were abused by her spirit for a very long time after she died and yet I was not bothered by anything?

I will continue later.... gotta work.
Your story is very sorrowful. Reading it almost made me want to cry. Your sister hung herself. Most of everyone that you have known have already passed away. What caused your sister to hang herself? I cannot even imagine a closed one of mine doing this.  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 20, 2012, 03:31:46 PM
A little background on me. My father has two wives; my mother is the second one and I'm the only biological child from her and him. My (big)mother, had 5 children. My father passed in Vinai, my oldest brother passed away in Laos (before my father) and my oldest sister committed suicide shortly after immigrating here (of course USA). My big mother just passed away not too long ago due to kidney failure.

Now the experiences; my brother and sisters live in CA while I live in MN. We had been separated for a very long time before we siblings found each other and I flew to CA to visit them. My big mother was still alive when I went down there; my sisters and brother were not afraid to tell me of what happened when my sister "came back". I was told "she came back night after night; scares the crap out of us, she would bang the dishes; turn the water on/off and physically harm us". My big mother would yell at her to get out and stop her activities; it never cease, it kept going on until my big mother became a shaman and sent one of her spirits to reincarnate. My sister also said whenever she came my father was always with her, my dead sister would reference that my father is telling her to do this and that (I'm having chills just writing this).

I will stop her for now and will continue to post whenever I get the chance to.

why did you say your were the only child from(your mother and him) why didn't you say your father? the way you wrote it looks like you hate your father. :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Super User on January 20, 2012, 03:41:03 PM
My experience was not a scary one.

After my last quarter in college, I stayed in my apartment until the lease ended. My roommate had moved back home since classes were over. One night, a friend that was driving through town stopped by to have dinner with me. After he left, I locked the door and went to my bedroom to get ready for bed. My bedroom is on one end of the hallway and the bathroom is one the other end. I left my bedroom to go to the bathroom and left the light on in my room since I wouldn't be gone for long. After I finished brushing my teeth, I exited the bathroom and turned off the light. I was immediately bathed in total darkness and my body just stopped moving. I had expected the light in my room would be on and would guide me back to my room but it was not. My initial thought was that my friend had somehow gotten back into my apartment to play a prank on me but I knew I had locked the door after he left. Just then, I felt a warm breeze go down my back as if to say "you're ok. you're safe. go to bed." I immediately started walking again and went to my room.

How do you explain a warm breeze when I needed it most? Weird?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 20, 2012, 03:50:12 PM
When my eldest sister hung herself in the closet, she was just a girl early into her teens; if she was alive she would've been in her late 30s by now. Anyway, they held a Christian funeral for her; at this time they had converted to a new faith. As far as for what I was told " it didn't matter if it was a Christian or Traditional" she still came back to haunt the family. They had ask me if anything that was not normal had happen to me. I told them "no". And to this day, there has been no paranormal incident that has happened to me (knocks on wood VERY, VERY HARD); my older sister told me that back then when everyone was alive; "I" was the one that every one loved the most. From my father to both my mothers and all my sisters, my eldest sister loved me dearly, she always babysat me, carried me everywhere she went, and since she was the oldest at that time; made sure I was never uncomfortable. My sisters kept on asking me am I sure nothing happened to me, they were abused by her spirit for a very long time after she died and yet I was not bothered by anything?

I will continue later.... gotta work.
king kong why do your keep doing that not finishing your whole story? anyway why did your sister commited suicide? was she depressed, sad? if you don't mind me asking. how did you guys found her and who found her first? sorr yfor all the nosy questions.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 21, 2012, 06:26:01 AM
Shampoo, dang tat house of yours...it's sad and freaky...i hope no ones living in tat sad house tat you sold.

K,Kong, sorry bout ur older sis, hang'n her self...1 ? Was ur dad hunt'n her to drive her self to do tat or was it depression or sumthing. You don't have to answer it to every detail, but again sorry for ur loses...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JKL on January 21, 2012, 04:45:43 PM
Wow, haven't been on here for a couple weeks and 3 new pages, awesome scary stories. Well here's another story:
It happened probably 2yrs ago at my cousin's grandpa's house. They were doing ua neeg but I wasn't sure why and it was one of those ua neeg that just needed to do ASAP. I was down stair in the basement cutting meat and after it was done I went up store to drink beers. While I was sitting down, my cousin's uncle told me to go down to the basement to grab a case of beer and a case of soda, so I went down there; I saw that the two case was all the way on the other side of the basement and all of a sudden I felt a cold chill up my spine, my hair stood up and I took a deep breath and walk towards the 2 case of beer and soda. As I was walking to grab it I bent down and in the corner is my eyes I saw my cousin's uncle's decease mother sitting on the toilet next to where I was grabbing the 2 case. I didn't want to look at here but I can clairly see her in the corner of my eyes. As scared as I am, I grab the case and ran up stair fast as sonic the hedge hog. Lol . After 20mins later my cousins all should up and we were chillin with beers in the basement. I ask who they were ua neeg for and my cuz said it was for his granda becuz his wife's spirit(cuz's uncle's mom) was trap in the basement (where I was in earlier). Then it all maked sense to me why I saw what I saw in the basement. We were by the bathroom to when I told them what I saw earlier and we all ran up stairs.lol
I told my mom what I saw  and she believes me bcuz she encounter stuffs happening in that same basement.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: buster_me on January 21, 2012, 05:42:16 PM
I'd run as fast as i could when i saw the grandma without the two cases of drink
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on January 22, 2012, 03:22:49 PM
3 years ago, before my family moved out of mn, they were living in a duplex house behind mcdonald in st. paul. one afternoon, my mom was home by herself, she heard something fell from the kitchen. my mom went to the kitchen to see what fell. she saw a glass cup broken on the floor.

after awhile, it happen again. but this time it was different. my mom was doing her own thing in the living room, when she turn around, my mom saw a feetless old woman going down the stairs. my parents had someone check to see if someone die in the house. come to find out there was someone who die in the house. the ghost spirit said to the shaman it will not harm anyone. if whoever lives in the house must be quiet, if noisy then they shall see strange things happen. after a few months, they moved out of the state.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 23, 2012, 10:47:45 AM
Looks like there were questions directed towards me, I've been occupied for a couple of days. I'll answer each one separately.

@ Keng
First and foremost, thanks.
From the traditional point of view, my father came and took her.
From the medical point of view, she was a depressed teen that couldn't adapt to a new country.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 23, 2012, 10:59:33 AM
@sexymomma

Simple. Guys can't have kids (I couldn't resist) ;D! To answer your question; my father passed away when I was three months old. Never met him, never seen him. The word "Mother" would be a term that comes first to my mind whenever I write anything about my parents.

 And the word "Mother" is important to me.

There was a time where I actually did hate my biological father, but that would be a whole new story if I had to explain. I hope this satisfies your curiosity sexymomma.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 23, 2012, 11:58:53 AM
@ sexymomma

You do not have to apologize at all in fact, I apologize for having you apologize to me because I did not give enough details on my story. I didn't see your other post; so to answer it:

I happened to have found this website one day when on lunch. I have a very demanding job; so whenever I'm here, it's only for a limited time. And I'm hooked to these ghost stories, so whenever I get the chance, I'll be reading. My story is very long, due to having just a couple of minutes each day to write about it; I have to dissect the story into parts.

My sister who passed was found by either my big Mother or other sister, I can't recall which one found her first. And as far as for why she did it; no one knows. My surviving family believes that a supernatural being (my father) came and took her. For me, I personally think something else could have occur.

Last year, I had asked for a report on the autopsy done on her and when I received and read it, the report doesn't make sense at all. It went from weird to weirder, but enough of that it's getting off topic. 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 23, 2012, 12:01:11 PM
Thanks saki saki. On the brighter side, I had my first Saki bomb the other day. It was quite.....weir d but brought back memories of my more mischievous younger days.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: King_Kong on January 23, 2012, 12:32:41 PM
Back to the story...
My eldest sister would come back and physically abuse all the rest of the younger ones; the reason? My older sister says that she was unhappy and couldn't accept the fact that she was dead, so she would throw a fit and abuse them.
The haunting that my sister did to my surviving family was/is so frightening that they refused to take me to see her grave when I was in California.

Now for the experiences of my biological father.

Gotta get back to work; will be back later.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: buster_me on January 23, 2012, 02:16:38 PM
She was depress and hung herself but came back and couldnt accept death. Weirdest thing ever :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 23, 2012, 05:20:37 PM
Thanks saki saki. On the brighter side, I had my first Saki bomb the other day. It was quite.....weir d but brought back memories of my more mischievous younger days.
Lol..Sometimes it's better to just take off ur shoes and have a good old Saki Bomb/ Henny XO shot... Relax and try to forget about the whole day @ work.

I've looked at many ghost stories and  this site is by far the best one..That's why I keep coming here. Glad to see that we have so many new ppl sharing their stories. Keep it coming.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on January 24, 2012, 08:29:22 AM
shampoo - must've been Santa's daughter  :2funny:...freaky tho
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on January 24, 2012, 10:51:51 PM
shampoo, your stories gives me the chills. i would never have the guts to go to a place without people around at night time.                                                                       one of your stories reminded me a while back. a close relatives told me the story. while their nyab and nephew(the son is the story teller sister's son) went to out. the nephew`s mom passed away when he was young and his dad was never to be found. at that time they lived with his uncle which is his mom's brother. that night his uncle and his wife saw both of them walking up stairs. so the uncle and his thought they really came home. the next day afternoon, they came back. the uncle and his wife asked didn't you guys came home last night. he said no they just got home. the uncle told him he saw both of them walk up the stairs. they said it can't be us. after a while they moved out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on January 25, 2012, 01:55:49 AM
Like other, i came to read ghost stories in here. A while back, i made an account in here. Btw, i forgot my usernane and password. Anyhow, using  my other forgotten username account,  i was typing my ghost stories with my brother's laptop. i was just typing, somehow  the keypad started too act all weird. Every time, i press a letter, the letter  'c' would come after the letter
 I thought it was just me doing it. It was't me. It kept in doing the samething. I got freak out so i stop,  deleted my ghost story, and turn the laptop off.

Same place about the laptop. my parents use to live in natomas area. This house they rent from i think a hindi owner, strange events started to happen. Whatever it was , kept on touching my mom's right leg while she was sitting. One night, my sister had a dream a girl with long hair, scary face, and weird eyes. She was out in the backyard. That girl was crying, my sister went to her, ask her what's wrong. The little girl didn't answer my sister. My sister heard someone honk the car. She was about to leave. But the girl wouldn't let her go. The girl with scary face look at my sister and gave her a rose.  My sister got scared. That girl got angry. With her scary voice, she do you want  rose.  Forgot how, my sister manage to escape and then woke up, and told  me her dream.  My mom had a bad dream too. She dream a native indian came and tol her to leave the land. My mom ask her sister to check why all these things area happening. My Aunt told my mom a native indian whom passed away many centuries had die there. Something about white people shot him or hang him. Wants everyone out or they shall see what happen. Summer game, they moved out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 25, 2012, 04:01:45 PM
My husband's uncle passed away on december 2011. the funeral was held two weeks ago 01/13/2012 on 78 and capitol in milwaukee. somewhere there. it was sad because he was like the only father figured they had :(.
  But, anyway here's what happen. The other day we went to visit the my hubby's mother. So, my motherinlaw told my hubby about what his sister and she encouter at the funeral home.
  so, they both went down to the basment to use the restroom. there were two stalls. my motherinlaw used one while my hubby's sis waited for her in the lobby. Somehow the sister saw these two feets under the the other stall. she said it looked like a teenage girl feets. the sister said she heard the girl wheeping and crying. My motherinlaw said she too saw the girls feet and heard the crying as well. While all that was going on, another lady went into the restroom and the sis was like oh there's someone in there. As the lady open the door she said "there's no one in here". That when my hubby's sis got so so, very very SCARED. My motherinlaw said after a few hours gone by his sis started to feel sick/feverish cause she was so frighten. I don't know what happen next though. His sister is a christian. I told my husband "well after all i guess christian people do see ghost too".  :o My husband and the rest of his family are still shaman, and so am I.
  After hearing this, I be so scared to use the bathroom at my workplace now :'( scary.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: kaliboi209 on January 25, 2012, 05:34:22 PM
of course christian people see ghost to. If there is Jesus there are bound to be demon's and evil spirits! Christians get temp the most by the devil because christians are already God's children. The devil doesn't really bother non christians because they already bounded to go to where the devil lives. No offense to anyone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 26, 2012, 12:40:22 PM
of course christian people see ghost to. If there is Jesus there are bound to be demon's and evil spirits! Christians get temp the most by the devil because christians are already God's children. The devil doesn't really bother non christians because they already bounded to go to where the devil lives. No offense to anyone.
WOW WOW WOW! WHAT A HIPPOCRATES! NO WRONG. IN THAT CASE YOUR ANCESTORS ARE IN HELL NOW HUH. WHY??... DUH THEY WERE SHAMAN IN OLD DAYS! :idiot2: GOD LOVES EVERYONE REGARDLESS CHURCH GOER OR NON GOER O0NO NEED TO RESPOND HONEY! ANYWAY BACK TO SCARY STORIES PLEASE...NEXT. ....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on January 26, 2012, 01:33:11 PM
of course christian people see ghost to. If there is Jesus there are bound to be demon's and evil spirits! Christians get temp the most by the devil because christians are already God's children. The devil doesn't really bother non christians because they already bounded to go to where the devil lives. No offense to anyone.

really??  :o  have you seen it already where non christians go to where the devil lives? please describle in full detal what you witness.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on January 26, 2012, 01:46:37 PM
of course christian people see ghost to. If there is Jesus there are bound to be demon's and evil spirits! Christians get temp the most by the devil because christians are already God's children. The devil doesn't really bother non christians because they already bounded to go to where the devil lives. No offense to anyone.

You forgot to put your flame suit on... :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mawmaw on January 26, 2012, 01:58:11 PM
 >:D
I heard from my MIL that my FIL before he passed away... nws yog ib tus shaman...  nws hais tias ..

people who are christain and people who are still shaman are separated by a rivier.. but he said that people who are christain lawv tsis muaj nyiaj.. poor poor xwb

he also told that when nws transform ua neeg... or whatever nws pom relatives who passed away.. asking him to bring lawv back  :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on January 26, 2012, 02:22:49 PM
My mom's brother's wife's mom had a long tongue too. this happened in the west coast about the late 90's or early 2000 there. My aunt's mom was old and she was somewhat sick due to her old age. One day her nyab was home with her and her nyab was sitting in the living room on one end of it. The other end of the living room was my aunt's mom. The nyab was doing embroidery and she looked up and saw that the mil's tongue was sticking out really long. The nyab didn't freak out or anything as she's seen it many times already. So the nyab told the mil to stop doing that and put her tongue back in her mouth before people see it and the nyab qould go back to doing her embroidery. When she looked back at the mil, her tongue was back inside her mouth and back to the normal lenght.

The mil had poj ntxoog with her that's why she was acting like that. Not long after the incident, the mil passed away.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on January 26, 2012, 02:28:17 PM
ST - that's pretty creepy if it was much like Emily Rose. I have an aunt in MN that used to be posessed like that back in Thailand.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mawmaw on January 26, 2012, 02:39:52 PM
IDK what year it was but my sil she a christian and she and the other womens niam tsev lawv mus at church cause there was this one girl how was possessed but lawv mus sing church songs in a different room... but my sil said that she was so scared because in the other room the girl was screaming and going crazy....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on January 26, 2012, 02:45:09 PM
mawmaw - So what happened afterwards?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mawmaw on January 27, 2012, 07:17:47 AM
gawmp... :dontknow:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 27, 2012, 10:04:50 AM
When my mom was young in her early 20's. She and her older sisters are like best friend. They did everything and went every where together. My mom's sister was really good at blowing those leaf and hais kwj txiaj. Whenever they went to the garden, that's all she does. She would sing and blow those leaves. Then one day she got married. When she got married she was already beginning to get sick. After being married for a month she got really sick so the husband took her back to my mom's parents. Her health begin to detoriate by the day. She was acting strange, kind of like being possessed. They finally ua neeg for her and the shaman told my grandparents that she has been possessed by poj txooj. They said that when she went to the garden she kept on singing and blowing those leaves so nwb mus deeg tau dab siab lawm. My mom said that she was so weird looking that my mom couldn't recognize her and sometimes..she would stick her tongue out so far out...that human can't do. After two week of being like that she finally passed away. The shaman told my mom that since my mom and her are very close for my mom to never mention her name (in life). Because the dag pog txoog will possessed her as well.

A month after she passed away my mom went to the garden by herself. As she was gardening..she kept on hearing these distant launghing.. she pierced up to look around the rice field but she didn't see anyone. Then she continue to work again and she would hear it again...just people chatting and laughing. She got scared when she couldn't see anyone..so she packed her stuffs and left. On her way home...someone was throwing small rocks all around her but when she turn to look, no one was there... she said that she ran so fast home...she never ran that fast in her life.

To this day, she has not mentioned her name or talk about her even though she has so much faith in God now.
Damn those pog txooj! I feel sorry for your mother's loss.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 27, 2012, 10:08:08 AM
My mom's brother's wife's mom had a long tongue too. this happened in the west coast about the late 90's or early 2000 there. My aunt's mom was old and she was somewhat sick due to her old age. One day her nyab was home with her and her nyab was sitting in the living room on one end of it. The other end of the living room was my aunt's mom. The nyab was doing embroidery and she looked up and saw that the mil's tongue was sticking out really long. The nyab didn't freak out or anything as she's seen it many times already. So the nyab told the mil to stop doing that and put her tongue back in her mouth before people see it and the nyab qould go back to doing her embroidery. When she looked back at the mil, her tongue was back inside her mouth and back to the normal lenght.

The mil had poj ntxoog with her that's why she was acting like that. Not long after the incident, the mil passed away.
She has a long tongure? It's unusual. Why would Poj Txooj possess the old woman anyway?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 27, 2012, 11:28:09 AM
>:D
I heard from my MIL that my FIL before he passed away... nws yog ib tus shaman...  nws hais tias ..

people who are christain and people who are still shaman are separated by a rivier.. but he said that people who are christain lawv tsis muaj nyiaj.. poor poor xwb

he also told that when nws transform ua neeg... or whatever nws pom relatives who passed away.. asking him to bring lawv back  :-X
NOW THIS RIGHT HERE IS TRUE. CHRISTIAN PEOPLE WHEN THEY PASSED THEY DO BECOME VERY POOR INTHE AFTER LIFE. WHY?...BECAUSE WHEN THEY DIED NOONE BURN MONEY FOR THEM. MY MOTHERINLAW ALSO SAY THE SAME TOO. SHE KNOWS RELATIVE WHO PASSED ON AND CAME BACK TO THEIR DREAM ASKING FOR MONEY AND FOOD. SHE SAID THEY CANNOT GO TO THERI OWN FAMILY BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT SHAMANISM SO THEY WILL NOT BE ABLE TO PROVIDE THEM MONEY. SEE SO AFTER ALL EVERYONE WILL ALWAYS TURN TO SHAMAN. O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 27, 2012, 11:38:16 AM
It's true..when people are at the edge of dying they become possessed or crazy and scary :o one of my mom's relative whom i called niam tais was very sick. heard from my cousin that she is kinda crazy now. like for example my cousin would go visit her at the house and the niam tais would say koj tuaj los? she would recognize my cousin, but then after a while she would be like who are you. she said the niam tais talks to herself and just do scary stuff randomly. its sad :( the last time i saw niam tias was like back in 2003.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on January 27, 2012, 03:10:06 PM
ST - that's pretty creepy if it was much like Emily Rose. I have an aunt in MN that used to be posessed like that back in Thailand.
So what did you do about your aunt?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: LadyThao on January 27, 2012, 06:02:47 PM
Before my mom died, she went a little crazy too. A few years ago, my mom began seeing little kids, bugs or tall green jungle leaves all around her. She would talk to herself telling stories and just rubbing her body trying to get the "bugs" off her body.
 
It was the beginning of 2009, it was my mom, one of my nephews and me sitting in the living room. I was sitting next to my mom getting ready to talk about funeral arrangements should she pass on one day. Just right when we were getting into it, my  mom reaches out her hand looking like she was pulling something in. I asked her, "mom, what are you doing?" she responds in hmong, "that child. don't you see that child?" i just looked at her and whatever she was reaching for. I just calmly said, "mom, there's no child there." my mom answers, "the child is right there! you don't see?" i gently rubbed her and said that there was nothing there. My mom sat back and acted like nothing happen. From that day on, if some one bumps her accidently, coughs or make a little noise, she would yell for me.

another story. this happened a few days before my mom died. My mom wanted to drink some apple juice. She took one sip and I pulled away. All of a sudden, she say, "muaj tsuas kuv haus has....muaj tsuas kuv haus has" (give me some too.. give me some too...)i thought it was pretty weird but i just shrugged it off. I don't remember why i was at the head of my mom's hospital bed but i was there and out of no where my mom said to me, "yog koj yuav moog tes koj has bye tsuas koj nam, os... yog koj yuav moog tes koj has bye tsuas koj nam..." (if you're going to go, say Bye to your mom...) again, i didn't think much since she does have dementia so i just shrugged it off. What's funny is that i just remembered it was the day she and I had a talk about her decision to pass on. You see, we're christians and she would ask God to make the decision for her. She would pray for him to either take her or heal her. I always thought that if she made the decision to go to God, he would take her. I never said it out loud until that day. She and I talked some more and it looked like she made the decision. Six days later, she died.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 27, 2012, 09:49:39 PM
After reading some of these ghost stories.. I had bad dreams last night.  :P ???
lol.. great to see you on this ghost thread..lolAwh ... No one to hold you last nite..j/k..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 27, 2012, 09:57:48 PM
Great ghost stories.. but may i remind some of you..to re-frame from using hmong writting.. cuz some of us can't read hmong.. lol
And if you ppl do, could you translate it into engrish..lol. i suck @ reading hmong..so it's hard to understand what's going on...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 27, 2012, 11:01:20 PM
agree with Saki, i cant read hmong and i dont mind if you use it to make it scarier but please translate on the side as well
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: buster_me on January 28, 2012, 12:29:15 AM
The hmong writing was spelled wrong most of the time and that makes it harder to read.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MinniieLee on January 28, 2012, 04:53:42 PM
So Yea..I have a story to tell...
So a couple gave birth to a daughter and the daughter would always go to the farm by herself.
She would always talk to this man.
So at night he came to the girl's corner of her bed and they flirt..
so one day the girl  was walking and was wondering  :-\why wasn't he here cuz he always was there so she  :'(
and she died... J/k she didn't cry or died when she was done farming and it was dark she went home. She heard someone whisper her named and was curious and wonder who the f was saying her name when it was dark?? so she kept walking faster untill she had reached her home.
So the next day she heard the olds talking about someone and went to ask.
she heard them said that there was this man who died when he was going to go meet his lover but she wasn't  there so he called her name and then someone came and killed him and when he was going to past out all he said was her name......
So she got scared and went to go pray for him. so later at night she heard her name again and she got freak out and she answered him like Um hello? whos there? So the very next day she got sick and she was  :-[ so her parents did the shaman thing and found out she wasn't supposed to answer him so her parents were crying while her daughter came up and said his name three times and ran outside and the parents ran to catch up and saw she lay there next to her lover's grave......... .............. .............. .............. .............. ...........
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MinniieLee on January 29, 2012, 02:54:16 PM
For anyone information  MN is not that Hunted you know...
Its well a great place to stay and its not even that scary

So lived near cyrstal cemetery in 42 penn Ave N  and I would always see this guy or girl dress in white and its































YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :2funny: :D :D :D :D :D :2funny: :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on January 30, 2012, 08:41:19 AM
 :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MinniieLee on January 30, 2012, 03:17:56 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdXesX6mYUE
not about scary stories but idc
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: windstruck on January 30, 2012, 04:37:13 PM
how do u put ur picture on? im new to here even though i been reading this website for almost 2 yrs now..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 30, 2012, 08:56:51 PM
how do u put ur picture on? im new to here even though i been reading this website for almost 2 yrs now..
yo..have fun, even i don't no how to post pix.. anyways why you wait sooooooo long to join?.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on January 30, 2012, 08:57:53 PM
how do u put ur picture on? im new to here even though i been reading this website for almost 2 yrs now..

copy url from one of your facebook, photobucket pics and paste it into your profile. it doesnt take big files so try n make it small
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 30, 2012, 09:00:58 PM
ST, if tat was me and seeing those two figure doing tat.. i would be like WTF..and move out A-sap..dang ur sis N her BF got ballz...to be lingering tat long before moving out... You see renting places always creep me out, cuz you never no who die in there...
Great stories, keep it coming.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 31, 2012, 12:01:00 PM
The hmong writing was spelled wrong most of the time and that makes it harder to read.
true...some people dont know how to write in hmong and like you say, it would make it even harder to read and difficult to understand what their trying to say. so, yog leeg twg tsis paub sau ntawv hmoob ces tsis txhob sau ok. O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on January 31, 2012, 12:57:36 PM
go listen to this.... it's actually pretty scary


http://www.hmongkingdom.com/video.php?vid=be90ebebe
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gawmp on January 31, 2012, 01:57:48 PM
m1zz_$h0rtY - Pretty interesting dab neeg.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on January 31, 2012, 02:21:28 PM
After my sister had her premature baby, a few weeks later. She told me go and with her to stay in the hospital. During night time, we took turn staying to watch her baby. I was too tired and so was she. So  we both slept in and the nurse came just in case my sister's baby wants a bottle. It was probably close to 6a.m. when she tried to wake up, but couldn't. She glance and saw a black figure holding her head.

After the doctor approved for her to take her baby home, the same thing happen it again. It must of follow her home because when she woke up in the middle of the night, she couldn't move. She saw the black figure at the end of the bed. Not only that, every night, she would hear someone shoveling snow outside the front yard.

My sister's husband and his side of the family has a sixth sense. Heard from almost everyone and my sister told me when her husband, his two sisters, and his cousins were still young, they use to play with had a friend (poj ntxoog) with long hair. They all played with her every day. One of my sister's husband's sister was really good friend with the poj ntxoog. She would cried to go play with her. Soon she got sick. Her parents took her to see a shaman and the shaman said a poj ntxoog that they all play with wants to take her. The shaman had to put a blessing words to a red and black tie and made for her to wear.

A few years later,  after she got married, she thought it was okay for her to take it off. But nope, it wasn’t. Her poj ntxoog friend came back looking for her and found her. So they had to do the ritual all over again and the shaman block her for the poj ntxoog not to find her.  My sister said her sister-in-law would hear someone calling her name. She wouldn’t dare to answer the voice.  
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 31, 2012, 03:33:41 PM
go listen to this.... it's actually pretty scary


http://www.hmongkingdom.com/video.php?vid=be90ebebe
i found tat site long time ago but i only listened to 1/3of this one story, then i got freak out so i never went back to finish it.. dude it's more scraier wen i heard the ppl talking about wat they encounter.. it's even more freakier is tat the author is all OGs.. so you know it's not bouncing around..you know how OG can tell stories..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on January 31, 2012, 05:00:51 PM
Phat Q.. tat's pretty scray. Having a little red beannie red eyes as a friend. Now going back to my Mt. Airy..we use to play hide N go seek. And it was always @ nite time. Don't ask me why.. i guess we all wanted ti encounter one of those little beannie eye, but we never did..come to tink of it...wat the hell were we tinking back then..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jdm3gste on February 01, 2012, 02:30:20 PM
have anyone heard of the story of this guy who's wife died and she'll come back every night to sleep next to him. People say its in Minnesota, and they all call this number to listen and people would tell the story of what happen to the guy, and they even call those ghost hunters to come check out his house and they saw feet tracks and can hear his wife&poj ntxooj talking. let me know if this is real cuz i heard that it from old people talking about it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mawmaw on February 01, 2012, 02:33:39 PM
have anyone heard of the story of this guy who's wife died and she'll come back every night to sleep next to him. People say its in Minnesota, and they all call this number to listen and people would tell the story of what happen to the guy, and they even call those ghost hunters to come check out his house and they saw feet tracks and can hear his wife&poj ntxooj talking. let me know if this is real cuz i heard that it from old people talking about it.

i think my mom was listening to it... i think its true.. everynight they would come on and tell the story of what happen... but if anyone does know i would like to read about it too
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: windstruck on February 01, 2012, 02:41:13 PM
yo..have fun, even i don't no how to post pix.. anyways why you wait sooooooo long to join?.
It took me long to join cuz I way to busy..by the way I have stories to share too..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: windstruck on February 01, 2012, 03:14:07 PM
copy url from one of your facebook, photobucket pics and paste it into your profile. it doesnt take big files so try n make it small
Idk how to do that..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Whiteboy on February 01, 2012, 04:11:04 PM
Wow. Haven't been in here for a long time now... Though I still experience them. I don't care... Like I told that one cat that keep crying on top of my roof. "I don't bother you so don't bother me. I live my life and you live yours. So let's just help each other out, you go your way I go mine.." Though I doesn't come around that much nowadays. All I know is that when I get sat on... It's always a female... It's that same female when I got raped.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 01, 2012, 05:46:36 PM
Jdm3
Please do tell bout tat..i personally wouldn't wanna listen to it over the phone.. i'm a chicken.. but if it was told in front of a lot of ppl i would feel much more @ ease. Anyways tell us more. Or go ask ur mom..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on February 01, 2012, 10:59:02 PM
Wait...what..w hiteboy???? U got raped like literally??? If so, do tell....if by a ghost, then pics to prove...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on February 02, 2012, 01:07:01 AM
whiteboy- you really did get rape by a ghost?  :2funny:sorry can't stop laughing because i don't understand how a human can get rape by a ghost. okay, is it like the movie emily rose who got rape or did you get sat on?

have anyone heard of the story of this guy who's wife died and she'll come back every night to sleep next to him. People say its in Minnesota, and they all call this number to listen and people would tell the story of what happen to the guy, and they even call those ghost hunters to come check out his house and they saw feet tracks and can hear his wife&poj ntxooj talking. let me know if this is real cuz i heard that it from old people talking about it.

Now that's creepy. I myself lost my husband a couple years back. I wish for him to go peaceful and not come every night to scare me. I do miss him, but the thought of it's not him but a scary ghost image scares me. After he passed away about a few months later, his niece was laying down next besides her husband. The lights were off, but you can still night lights from outside. She couldn't fall asleep. She open her eyes and saw my deceased husband (her uncle). His face was mixture of blue, red, purple, and his eyes were red. He was bending, looking straight at her. She got scared. So she close her eyes really hard then a few minutes later she glance and saw him at the edge of the bed. His niece got really scared, so she went near and cuddle her husband to sleep.

A few days, after I came to visit my parents, some how all the fishes that my parents had put in the little pond, in the front of the house all died. There were spots of blood on the ground and a half body of the fish laying on the ground. My parents said it was him doing it. But I didn't think it was.

I don't know if it is true or just made up. but his cousin told it to me and his brother a while back. There was this couple who loves each other so much. One day, his wife passed away. He cried so much that we went every night to his wife's graveyard. One night, the wife came. He cried and said "why did you have to die? don't you know how lonely I am? I miss you and I want to go with you. Please, take me with you"? He kept repeating his words. His wife said she's died now, if he isn't scared of her then she'll take him. Her face change to a scary looking face. The husband got scared for a second. But he knew it was his wife only. He went and hug and told her take him. After that happen, he went home, got really sick and died.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on February 02, 2012, 09:39:54 AM
Wow. Haven't been in here for a long time now... Though I still experience them. I don't care... Like I told that one cat that keep crying on top of my roof. "I don't bother you so don't bother me. I live my life and you live yours. So let's just help each other out, you go your way I go mine.." Though I doesn't come around that much nowadays. All I know is that when I get sat on... It's always a female... It's that same female when I got raped.

I have a buddy who experience the same thing as you do but its two ghost girls. One would hold him down and the other will do as they please. They have followed him all over the country.. well, mainly MN/WI
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jdm3gste on February 02, 2012, 01:01:09 PM
saki saki,
i dont really know the whole story, just heard bits and pieces of it. That's why I'm asking Pebhmong if anyone else heard it and would like to share it with us.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on February 02, 2012, 01:43:10 PM
My sister get those kind of experiences as well. She would see a man coming to make out with her. Other times she would see black shadows everywhere and kids laughing in the room.

I think I know your sister if she lives in MN  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on February 02, 2012, 08:14:56 PM
I'm usually not scared but after reading some of these ghost stories.. it just made me think that's all.. especially when I'm lying in bed in the dark. My house is kind of old too so that doesn't help much but it's out of my system now. :P

You can do what I once did when I got scared after seeing a dead little girl in a hospital I was interpreting for. I went to AC and ordered some food, ate slowly and pretended like I was enjoying things there very much. I didn't come home 'til they closed around midnight that evening. Then I kept my lights on for the next 3 months, 'til the image has disappeared from my memory.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on February 02, 2012, 11:12:38 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDT0-SUYuws

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on February 02, 2012, 11:16:14 PM
a story similar to jdm3gste's story. It's the opposite. The husband was the one who died. This happen 15 or more years ago. I came to school and that day, all my elementary friends were talking about one of my friend's cousins(she went to same school as my friends and I did), her father had shot himself that early morning. They were saying the reason why he shot himself because he went to thailand and had an affair. He came back home and later found out he had aids. He was too stress out so around 5 a.m., he shot himself in the head.

Around 1 or 2 months later, my elementary friend's started talking about how the father came back every night to come sleep next to the wife. The dead husband came as a black figure and sometimes as a cat. One night, the daughter's window was open. But no wind outside. Suddenly, wind blew really hard. They were so scared. Soon, after all that happen, they finally moved out of the house and away from the city. I don't know what happen after that. I never did ask.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 05, 2012, 09:39:56 AM
I have a buddy who experience the same thing as you do but its two ghost girls. One would hold him down and the other will do as they please. They have followed him all over the country.. well, mainly MN/WI
Tat's wacky.. How could 'em ghost rape you.. I mean do they take off ur clothes and began to BJ/ F U.. Wow I have yet to heard stuff like tat.. If tis is true wouldn't you tink that he'll need to go see those jiggle bell ppl, and do sum stuff to ppl who get's rape by ghost. LOL I mean, I no of getting sat on but getting rape. It's a bit hard to understand.. Of course I've never been rape by ghost before..
Only real rape by women(s). LOL.J/K..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 06, 2012, 12:53:32 AM
He probably likes it anyways
Off topic(s) and no meant to hurt any feelings here...If tat was true I would be freaking out. I mean I want flesh/ alive ladies, not sum dead lady(s). Wouldn't you tink that a bit odd.. Do you cum in ur dreams wen the horny ghost are done with you..Do they swallow or split it all out..LOL. Or is it just a wet dream thinking tat you were being rape. Bro next time you should viddy tape urself and see if ur clothes are being remove by sum unknown force and you no the rest. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: bumzc on February 06, 2012, 09:39:22 AM
I didn't say it was me  ;D so I don't know what goes on when they come

he has no family to do jingle bells for him but they have been following him since he was a teenager.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 06, 2012, 03:22:54 PM
I didn't say it was me  ;D so I don't know what goes on when they come

he has no family to do jingle bells for him but they have been following him since he was a teenager.
i no you didn't say it was you, i just used ur quote. Instead of quoting on a long story.. plus ur's was the shortest..  it's a lit easier to quote on a shorter quote.. does tis make sesne. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jdm3gste on February 07, 2012, 12:09:49 PM
what does it mean when u dream that someone died in ur dream? lmk
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on February 07, 2012, 12:31:59 PM
what does it mean when u dream that someone died in ur dream? lmk



from my understanding and what i've been told is that..... when you dream that someone died that means its the bad omen whithin them that are dead. For instance it could be that they are sick (flu/headache/small incident) and when you dream that they died, that means they are just gonna get better.... I hope thats all there is to it, good luck
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on February 07, 2012, 01:08:28 PM
Actually, it's a good dream. When you dream that person die, most likely they will win something or get $$$$.

What about a dream of where you saw yourself die?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 09, 2012, 02:51:31 PM
Wat about wet dreams.. does tat count..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on February 10, 2012, 12:46:56 PM
No new ghost stories? I'll share one the next time I post.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Adamoua on February 10, 2012, 02:40:31 PM
This is not a ghost story but a true story.When we use to live in our old house my two sister were sleeping in the same room they were not asleep yet, they usually would stay up late and talk. This happen during the summer time and they have their windows down. One night my sister who sleeps away from the window heard a noise from outside they kept queit to listen to it closely and it sounded like a cat. My sister who slept near by the window looked out the window and saw a cat by the window meowing and they thought it was just nothing and they simply ignored it, didnt tell anyone about it until when my parents and my sisters switch rooms. The cat came back again and it was meowing by my sisters window but only this time they switch rooms and one night the cat came back and I dont know how did the cat knew it was their window??? They told  my mom about it and thought its just a cat and its nothing to worry about. years went by my younger sister who slept by the window got really sick and we tried everything from uas neeb and hu plig you name it we did it all. We tried several difffernt shaman and some would say she must of poob plig from the roller coasters or pick up something that she should'nt have which she dont remember picking up anything outside. They did went on rollercoaster but she said she was not scared of it. As Years went by she got sicker and lost tons of weight. My parents were frustrated and sad.
The time has come and She pass away peacefully at the hospital. She was at a young age. A very sad moment for the rest of my family and everyone who all loved her and and care for her. Esspecially all her friends. My sister who slept in the same room with her hurted the most. They were very close. I mean they were the best sisters I have. My sister who is now married and moved to another state told us that when she first married her husband and move to live with my bro in law. There was cat meowing out by their window for three days and the third time her husband actually went out side to chase after it to kill it.
And now my parents wants to ua neeb for her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 10, 2012, 03:22:36 PM
:3some: :argue: That's for another thread.. unless your poj dab ghost come and sit on you! :2funny:
speaking about sleep N dreams.. IDK if i tiold tis story. Back wen Mt.Airy housing was being up grade. And ppl had to be re-located to s temp house, until ur's were all fix.. anyways i used to work nites. So i never got home til like 11-midnite. Anyways we were re-located not too far from my old house, just up the hill a bit..the 1st week was  okay.. Then one nite i got home, i took a shower then it was like 1am.. i went rite to my bed.. as i was laying there juat about to fall asleep.. in my mind my eyes were open, looking up un the ceilling. All a sudden i saw tis big black blob. In the ceilling. Falling onto me..
I was like WTF.. awh shyt i'm gonna get sit on, then i opend my eyes and the thing just gone like tat...my heart was ponding so fast..

 Remember ppl I used to smoke..and i have an ash tray in my bed.. cuz i smoke by the window.. anyways i lighted a smoke.... Smoked a couple of puffs. Then lay the smoke in the ash tray..And to those tat are smokers have you heard tat by doing tat it wore off the fats..IDK if tat's true.. but it works for me..And remember i got sat on so many times.i know when i'm about to encounter it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: jdm3gste on February 10, 2012, 05:56:54 PM
about the dream about someone close dying. I had two dreams within a 4day period of someone in my family died.

First dream was my brother in law that i dream of, in my dream he went hunting with my sisters n brother, and my brother stray bullet hit him. My sister called me to let me know that he passed away and i just woke up.

My second dream was more intense and sad, I dreamed that I ended up at a butchering place with my mom and there were two huge bulls escape the butchering gate and i was almost gored but somehow the bulls missed me. Next thing i knew, i walked into a huge building and my parents were sitting in the entrance. My mom greeted me, and say my oldest brother passed away and its his funeral that i walked into. I look to my left and there was the cart where they carted the body out and everything was like a shaman funeral. I asked my sister in law if it was true and she nodded. So i sat with my mom and waited and then i saw my oldest brother walk to go use the bathroom (even though my dream say he died) and i was thinking, wow, my mom totally go all out on him, i saw my brother wearing the hmong green clothes with the shirt that is short below the men's chest. (my oldest brother always wanted an outfit like that even though we're hmong white-thats why in my dream i was thinking my mom went all out LOL) anyways, my mom told me to go put a coin next to my brother in a bowl, so i went with her and when i got there, i start balling my eyes out and saying all these stuff to my brothers from the heart. and then i walked back with my mom. and thats where i woke up. I dont know if it was a bad sign or good sign. this dream was the most detail i had dreamed about someone dying.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 10, 2012, 09:23:56 PM


I heard that if you have a dream about someone close to you passing, it means that they've got some sort of sickness or massive stress and it's going away and they're going to get better. Like a cure for something that's been dragging them down for a long time. Don't know if it's true.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Havocrazy on February 10, 2012, 10:03:28 PM
I remember one night a couple years back during my teenage years, me and two friends were enjoying the cool summer night outside my front porch. We've got into sharing ghost stories somehow, 30 minutes later a very loud *thump* was heard by all of us from the side of the house (like a giant log fell from a tree onto the ground).

We all got quite than out of nowhere this big black cat came walking out slowly from the corner of the house where the noise came from. I mean it was "BIG", about 3 times bigger than any ordinary cat I've ever seen. We stared at it while it make it's way around to the lawn right in front of us, sat down and just lay there like a tiger looking at us. I was thinking at the time like "damn that's a huge kitty" than one of my friend said it out loud "that's a big cat", me and my other friend agreed. Than the thing turn it's head with it's dark shining eyes and stared at my friend that said that. My other friend said "lets go inside" and we all just walk casually into the house not thinking anything of it. We spent the rest of the night listening to music and talking about girls and other interesting things.

It wasn't until a couple days later we saw a cat while walking from one of my friend's house to my house that we started analyzing and being afraid of that black cat we saw that night. We started thinking, we've never seen a big black cat in the neighborhood before and it was way too big to be a regular cat. It wasn't as big as a tiger or any known cats but it was way bigger than an ordinary house cat. And the strange things were it just came and sat there watching us. What ever it is or was, we didn't want to see it again so we never hang outside my front porch at night any more. It could be an ancestor telling us "hey guys that's enough talking". Never know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: moscato on February 11, 2012, 12:25:38 PM
It's true..when people are at the edge of dying they become possessed or crazy and scary :o one of my mom's relative whom i called niam tais was very sick. heard from my cousin that she is kinda crazy now. like for example my cousin would go visit her at the house and the niam tais would say koj tuaj los? she would recognize my cousin, but then after a while she would be like who are you. she said the niam tais talks to herself and just do scary stuff randomly. its sad :( the last time i saw niam tias was like back in 2003.

I couldn't agree more. Before my grandma passed away she was acting weird too. I remember she was at my house; she came and sat in the living room sofa and started touching her feet; it looked like she was scratching it. Curious me, I asked her what she was doing. She replied that she was washing the dishes. I thought huh? I said no your not, that's your feet - not dishes. Another time was when she opened the front door and was going to walk out when I asked her where she was going and she said she was going to use the bathroom. I told her that's not where the bathroom is. A few weeks later she passed away..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 11, 2012, 09:53:08 PM
It's not tat they are going crazy..it's call all timer. My grandma had tat wen me and my dad went to visit her in Wis. She saw me and knew who i was, byt later asked who i was..or who we all were.. she was tell my dad about the bull cow back in Laos.. or ppl from the past visiting her. She was talking all strange.. then she would fall alseep talking about Laos..you know OG..and their past yrs. In the Vietnam war...1 week later we got a call from my dad's younger bro, saying tat my grandma past on.and to tell my dad..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on February 12, 2012, 02:04:56 AM
it's creepy to see your love ones/others act strangely right before they passed away, but at the same time, it's sad. i was, but i'll skip til during the days to tell a ghost story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cuute on February 12, 2012, 02:26:01 AM
Before my grandma died she act strange and scary too! There's alot of incident but i'll just tell you guys one.
It was nightime time and my parents weren't home, they were out visiting my grandfather and them so it was just me and my two younger sisters home. We were all in my room talking when my grandma open my bedroom door and stared at us for a minute then turn to her side and start talking in a different language...we were all like wtf? Maybe poj ntxoog language? Lol...we got scared and ran out the door and she followed us still talking in that weird language...whe n we got to the living room, one of my little sister and I turned and look at her and we saw a leg ran to my grandma's room. When my parents got back, we had them chk the whole house but there was no one...no intruder.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 12, 2012, 08:36:19 AM
H-crazy..
Speaking about big cats..i remember back in Mt.Airy. one day there was tis one huge cat, IDk were it came from, but a lot of us kids were playing with it. I mean it was big like a dog.. but it was a cat.. the color was stripe with gray, white, brown, you know like a mix color. I remember i had tis baby bird tat i was try to feed, but it wouldn't eat it, so i pluked and put it in the cats mouth. Don't ask me why, i thought tat it might be hungry. We played with tis cat all day. And finally it ate the baby bird.. dam.. it was getting dark and the cat went away.. IDK who saw it 1st but i know a lot of us kids were following it and try to play with it..
Will it got dark and i went home and so did all the kids..when morng cacme we all went to look for the cat. But we couldn't find it no were..
Then 2 days later we were chasing this bob cats/links..wat ever you wanna call it, N we connered this thing,at first i thought it was the cat byt wen it got trap. It was hissing and all. Then we stop try n to hit it and it ran up tis hill and across the street.
 But going back to the cat..idk if it was those little thingy with red eyes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on February 12, 2012, 02:31:59 PM
One night when I went to TL with my in-laws, I was watching the old ladies playing cards. The old ladies were talking about they almost pick up a ghost while on their way home. What I heard was the husband was driving while the wife was on the passenger side and another lady was in the back. As he was driving, they past someone. They all thought it was weird for someone with orange, red-ish hair to walk in the middle of the night out of no where. The husband stop to ask if that person need a ride home. As the person was getting closer, they all turn to look and saw it wasn't human but a ghost. The face was scary looking. The husband got scared and press on the bake really hard and they went home.


Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: windstruck on February 12, 2012, 05:04:27 PM
Okay here is my first stories. Lol!

Before I got marry I always get sat on. My latest encounter was one of the scariest one. Okay this one night when I got off frm showering. After showering I went straight to bed. As I was falling asleep I could feel my blanket being pull frm under the bed, right when it did that I know that I was gonna get sat on..as that thing climb up to my bed you could feel the bed being push down as like someone sleeping there..at that time I could even open my eyes and move it was one of the longest time that I got sat on..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on February 12, 2012, 08:16:05 PM


I heard that if you have a dream about someone close to you passing, it means that they've got some sort of sickness or massive stress and it's going away and they're going to get better. Like a cure for something that's been dragging them down for a long time. Don't know if it's true.

Maybe it is the sickness in them that is dying, not the person. So if you dreamed that your mentally ill sicked friend is going to die, then your friend is just going to get better. That is all. :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on February 13, 2012, 11:01:09 AM
I dont remember exactly what year this is, but it was during summer time around the 4th of July weekend. My girls and I decided to head out to Oroville and hang out with some friends from there for the weekend. The first night we went camping on top of the big "O" (if you guys drive by or live there, u will know which hill i'm talking about). Everyone was having fun, we had a bomb fire going and everyone was just chilling and drinking. Late into the night everyone is still up and out of now where, something/someone burst a cried from a distant. The cried sounds like a baby cry. Everyone that was out side got scared and jumped on top of one of the guys truck. A couple of the guys went to check what it is and found nothing. They told us that its probably jus animal around there that made the noise. We end up hanging out again till early in the morning when everyone left to go get breakfast and a place to stay for the the remaining day. Once we all got together again later that day, my guy friend finally told us that the place we camp at was haunted. There use to be a chinese family that live near by. Their house caught on fire and the family died. We were also told that there was a indian burial site on top of the hill.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on February 13, 2012, 03:18:58 PM
I dont remember exactly what year this is, but it was during summer time around the 4th of July weekend. My girls and I decided to head out to Oroville and hang out with some friends from there for the weekend. The first night we went camping on top of the big "O" (if you guys drive by or live there, u will know which hill i'm talking about). Everyone was having fun, we had a bomb fire going and everyone was just chilling and drinking. Late into the night everyone is still up and out of now where, something/someone burst a cried from a distant. The cried sounds like a baby cry. Everyone that was out side got scared and jumped on top of one of the guys truck. A couple of the guys went to check what it is and found nothing. They told us that its probably jus animal around there that made the noise. We end up hanging out again till early in the morning when everyone left to go get breakfast and a place to stay for the the remaining day. Once we all got together again later that day, my guy friend finally told us that the place we camp at was haunted. There use to be a chinese family that live near by. Their house caught on fire and the family died. We were also told that there was a indian burial site on top of the hill.
I wonder where you're from?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on February 13, 2012, 11:14:16 PM
When I was young, my mom's half brother and his family came to visit from out of state. We all went to my mom's adopted sister's place because they were doing a party. It was dark and my cousins and I was playing partners tag. Before, we all ended the game. One of my cousin's side of the relatives was telling the ones that was all playing tag that while she and her partner went and hide between the house and the fence, she saw a dark shadow short like a kid near them. They both got scared and ran off. We all stop playing tag. So we went to play something else.

Another story. My ex-co-worker was my partner working in a rework socks factory. One day, we both were talking about ghost. She told me her boyfriend and her use to go to place's where people either suicide or got murder. She told me they waited until the exact time that people had die. So they can see the scene of the incident how people had die. What's more creepy was, she has a six scene. So she exactly will see it happens.

Another story. One night, I went to sleep over at my sister's place. My sister and her son had fallen a sleep on the couch. And I, the scary cat was at the end of the couch were she was sleeping. I couldn't fall asleep. So, I was watching t.v. then my sister's daughter was crying. LOL. i told her to stop crying and go to sleep. After a while, I had fallen asleep, but an hour later I woke up.  Turn the movie and was staying up, then I heard their dog bark and sketching the door. I heard a loud scary noise, scared the crap out of me. 

Just a couple days ago, my mom was talking about my sister's husband and her daughter kept seeing a dark figure walking around the house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on February 14, 2012, 02:40:15 PM
I'm not sure if i ever share this story on here, but if I did then heres the second run.
One winter night as I was driving home from my ex house at 4 am I saw something that scare the crap out of me.  Well not really. So from a far distance I thought I saw a guy outside walking/playing with his dog. As I get closer and took a good look at the subject, it was a big naked person. Not sure if its a man or woman cus it has short hair and that can be either one. For some reason i did not feel anything, like hair standing up, threaten, nope.... nothing at all. When I pass that subject, I thought to myself, omg what did I just saw. To calm my mind I just thought its probably someone that were locked outside. But then again, Naked? comeon, its winter time. This troubled me till i got home. I called the police and have them go out to check just incase its someone with amesia. One thing too is, there is a retirement housing accross the street, my friend use to work there and she will tell us how some old folks pass away there..... pretty scary after thinking about it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 14, 2012, 02:58:31 PM
tsis muaj dlaabtsi.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 14, 2012, 04:41:39 PM
zoo sab.  ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 14, 2012, 04:51:03 PM
Were you smoking something? ;D
Not anything that I am aware of. But if it was a blunt I'll be smiling from ear to ear. And if that thing did get on top of me I'll be like heck, I'm happy. aren't you.LOL

Wow this thread is really taking off... The more the merrier.
But hey I managed enough courage to go listen to Hmng kingdom and listen to Daab Neeg stories, Mayn sum are freakie and sum are cool as heck.. Too bad a lot of the tittles are write'n in hmng so it's kinda hard know what I just listen, and not have to listen to the same story
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 15, 2012, 01:30:28 PM
 O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 15, 2012, 02:26:30 PM
Finally finished the rest, good read. After comparing it all I see that we hmong ppl have the most encounters with these type of "ghosts." Counting down from the least common to the most common:

#10: A trick is being played on people in a hmong village, when they set a trap they catch (or almost catch) a tiger or poj txoog.

#9: While hunting/camping overnight, the men encounter things that move bushes and rustle cars meanwhile they have strange dreams that night. Needless to say when they got home they changed their underwear.

#8: Our friend is sensative to the spirit world. When he comes back from using the bathroom he asks, "who's that girl crying in the corner?"  o_0

#7: Mr. OG in his prime went walkin' at night to see his lady and to get some. On the road he thought he got lucky when he met a cutie crying. When he asked her to turn around so he could see those purdy eyes, she had no face. He too had to change his pants.

#6: A boy went a swimmin' and he did get taken away by zaj who like young boys.

#5: This guy was making out with his girl when his cell rang. The girl's dad was on the line and was like, "stop messing with my little girl!" The guy says to girl, "tell your dad to chill." She says, "my dad died 3 years ago"... Who was phone?

#4: Person chats up a person of opposite sex online. Problem is, no one else can see the said person. If the main character is male; he gets his name changed and everything is alright: if main character is female: she abandons family and is taken away by handsome pale skin smooth korean-look-alike ghost.

#3: Driving at night from the casino after losing $1000 a couple sees a ghost with a flowing white dress walking on the side of the road. They were so scared that the drove into a ditch. That's what they tell the insurance agent when they went to claim the full coverage.

#2: Foolish family moves into house without checking its death record. Before long the kids are playing hide-n-seek with an invisible meeka kid, the husband notices long hair in the bathroom, and the moms pots n pans are littered on the floor. Damn meeka need to stop hanging themselves in their houses!

And finally, the number one holy grail of hmong scary stories. The one which everyone has had at least someone they know happen to them. The scariest of all stories

#1: The newlywed wife is left alone after her husband leaves for work. But wait! He comes back, but she is too sleepy to open her eyes, and that's when it happens. A fat ghost decides to make her his sofa while he watches some ghost oprah. He finally notices her when she kicks him off, although he apoligizes repeatedly, it's not like she can hear or see him. Plus, *nws hlig dlau to say apolig-i-ya, nws hlig dlauuuuu*

Sorry if I offended anyone, this post is meant to be for entertainment purposes only and also to help you guys sleep at night.


This is funny!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: windstruck on February 16, 2012, 09:58:58 AM
This happen to me when I was 16-17 in 2009 during the winter. Okay so this one day I decided to go to sleep early..my room is pretty hot so I decided not to cover me with the blanket..the next day I woke up with me sweating and my cloth was all off..I dnt remember talkingcloth off..

Sorry not scared at all.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on February 16, 2012, 10:53:32 AM
This happen to me when I was 16-17 in 2009 during the winter. Okay so this one day I decided to go to sleep early..my room is pretty hot so I decided not to cover me with the blanket..the next day I woke up with me sweating and my cloth was all off..I dnt remember talkingcloth off..

Sorry not scared at all.
of course you wont remember .. you dont even recall wetting your bed !! :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 16, 2012, 02:11:00 PM
puas muaj lawm..  :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on February 16, 2012, 02:37:42 PM
This happened to me on two different occassions. How unlucky am I right?

It was probably back in 2001 in mid May; The sun was shining and my curtains were up to let the warm light in. My door was closed but I can still hear my siblings out in the livingroom playing. I sat down at my desk and looked around to find some inspirations for my poem. After about 5 mins doing this I finally got it and started writing, but not even a minute later I heard from the closet, an old lady's voice trembling and calling me "kaaaabbbb" (my name in hmong).  My whole body went cold and the hair on body shot up, I open the door and ran as fast as I could out to the livingroom.

The next day I told my mom what happened. She didn't want to scare me so she said "it's probably your dad being drunk and calling you" I told my mom I know it's not my dad because he wouldn't hide in the closest and besides it was a woman's voice. If my dad was in the room I would know, he's pretty hard to miss Lol (he's kinda chunky).


SECOND OCCASSION:
After about a month or so after the first incident happened I went and did the same thing hoping that the voice before was nothing. Except this time I looked at the closest before I closed the door of my room. As I proceed to write, I stopped myself because I felt something was coming, and then BAM the same trembling voice "kaaaaaaaabbb". I was scare shitless once more and ever since then I never write in my room ALONE ever again. I didn't bother telling my mom this one because I know what she'll say.

Did you ever finish your poem? What was it about?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 16, 2012, 02:51:32 PM
 ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 16, 2012, 03:16:21 PM
nyeem ntawv ua ke :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 16, 2012, 03:53:29 PM
 :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 16, 2012, 04:34:32 PM
 ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 17, 2012, 09:49:27 AM
Interesting. When I stepped inside a home and it feels weird, I know something is not right. I know there's bad omen or spiritual residing there. I've rented a few places before where I only stayed a month and then I moved out because of that feeling. When I was young we used to lived in the ghetto part of the area and we lived in these apartment complex, every night I would have bad dream. My sister and I slept together in a twin bed when we were small. One night while we were sleeping.. I heard dragging footsteps.. I try to listened for it and it seems like it was getting closer and closer to our bedroom. At this point, I forgot to breathe because I was trying to listen for it... all of suddenly...I heard this LOUD bang right on my nightstand. As if someone forcefully pound on it. It literally scared the shit out of me. I was sweating. I was so scared I woke my little sister up and told her to switch places. LOL I didn't want to tell her because she will refuse to switch places. I slept with the cover over my head the whole night.

In that house, I've always had bad dream. There was never a good night there for me.
you forgot to put a hmong knife under your pillow. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: keng on February 17, 2012, 10:17:16 AM
I know I've been rambling on this thread though it dead  ::)
but I just want to quickly share this because I thought it was interesting.
BTW the correct spelling of jiggle in hmong is ua "NEEB" not neeg. Sorry it's a pet peeve  :-[

Anyways, my dad had an uncle come and ua neeb for something. The kids were playing and one of them happens to cross between tus txiv neeb (shaman) and nws lub thaj (spiritual table) while he was jiggling. Tus txiv neeb stop right in his track and just sat there. I remember bits and pieces only; but I clearly remember that my dad was FURIOUS! Being a teenager I didn't care, I shrugged and walked away. Little did I know that there were consequences for that.

Tus txiv neeb stopped in his track because when the kid hla (cross) his thaj neeb, he got stuck in the the spiritual world. I wasn't there when he woke up from his trance. But all I know was that my parents had to pay to have someone ua neeb for him. Cost them $2000, now I know why whenever we do those kind of stuff my dad hate having kids around.
$2000 for the shaman!? That's expensive. I went to my friend's house when his family ua neeb.  They paid $200 for the shaman. The pig costs around $300. The vegetables and food ingredients cost about $ 100. The toatl cost in all is $600. I do not know why your family paid $2000 for the shaman. That is just unbelievable!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 17, 2012, 01:07:18 PM
 O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 17, 2012, 03:25:10 PM
Wow i never heard of 2 jinggle bells ppl @ the same time..and how did you ppl find a jiggle dude tat fast, and how long did the 1st dude stand like tat, i mean in the trance...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 17, 2012, 03:31:20 PM
 ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NraugLaus on February 18, 2012, 02:06:46 AM

In that house, I've always had bad dream. There was never a good night there for me.
I was going to make a smart ass comment but I'd better not.



<---thinking outloud, "must refrain from being a jack-ass"

A friend of a friend, who lived across the street from a cementary, said that late at night they would see shadows in their hallways.  Even her parents witnessed it, they all seemed to be living in silent fear. :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 18, 2012, 06:22:09 AM
I was going to make a smart ass comment but I'd better not.



<---thinking outloud, "must refrain from being a jack-ass"

A friend of a friend, who lived across the street from a cementary, said that late at night they would see shadows in their hallways.  Even her parents witnessed it, they all seemed to be living in silent fear. :-\
i've always been wondering about stuff like tat, ppl who lives next/across to a cemy. Do they encounter stuff like tat.. crap..i had a buddy who used to live in Marshall MN, and he lives across from one of those, N me N my buddy dares not to sleep @ his place. We both would stay a whole day with him but we'll drive back home..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 18, 2012, 06:31:44 AM
Hey, isn't there any more new audio in hmng kingdom, about ghost? I listen to all of it. Well sum of 'em the story teller was more scarier then the story itself. Lol, i dare not listen to the story.. lamo. So any ideas on how i can listen to the new ones?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: buster_me on February 18, 2012, 10:16:44 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on February 18, 2012, 05:46:54 PM
>:D
This story is confusing. Too many mistake in punctuations and some of it doesn't go well. And I know I'm not the best when it comes to writing in english. Anyway, just a tip for everyone in here.

It's always spelled 'Shaman'. It's not gender related. Just like the word 'Human'. Not Huwoman.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on February 18, 2012, 05:47:44 PM
I guessed he erased his story. No more confusions.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: No regret on February 18, 2012, 10:08:11 PM
i stepped into a house once and didn't feel right, didn't like the feeling.  Later on they talk of their child seeing a ghost coming into the house but they looked around saw no one. To make the story short, I feel really uncomforabtle going to sleep that night in their house, later on I had a really bad nightmare and I screamed at the top of my lung, woking everybody up!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 19, 2012, 10:58:11 PM
I just remember tis one, cuz i was rite'n  on tis thread about new mom's..wat ever
There was tis one lady tat lived next door to me back in Mt. Airy, well she just gave brith to a new born. N you no bout the stuff tat a new mom shouldn't leave her house till 30 days. Anyways their cuz was throwing a party @ como park and since she was only 2weeks into the 30 days and she was told not to go..anyways she took her new born and went to the park, and the next day her mouth was pulled to one side.. so her mouth was cricket. So they had to do jiggle bell on her. Turns out tat there was a spirit @ como park and when she showed up, tat ghist wasn't happy or sumting, cuz she just had a new born, blab blab,blab. So they had to kill a pig N burn paper$$$ so tat the ghost can release her mouth..i was little N i didn't see her face,but my mom and the OG's went to see her. You no OG ppl.. so just a reminder tat if ur a new mom, honor the culture N stay home till ur 30days R over..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on February 20, 2012, 03:39:44 PM
I just remember tis one, cuz i was rite'n  on tis thread about new mom's..wat ever
There was tis one lady tat lived next door to me back in Mt. Airy, well she just gave brith to a new born. N you no bout the stuff tat a new mom shouldn't leave her house till 30 days. Anyways their cuz was throwing a party @ como park and since she was only 2weeks into the 30 days and she was told not to go..anyways she took her new born and went to the park, and the next day her mouth was pulled to one side.. so her mouth was cricket. So they had to do jiggle bell on her. Turns out tat there was a spirit @ como park and when she showed up, tat ghist wasn't happy or sumting, cuz she just had a new born, blab blab,blab. So they had to kill a pig N burn paper$$$ so tat the ghost can release her mouth..i was little N i didn't see her face,but my mom and the OG's went to see her. You no OG ppl.. so just a reminder tat if ur a new mom, honor the culture N stay home till ur 30days R over..

Well I thought the 30 days was to not go to other peoples' home other than your husband's families.  I don't think you have to stay home for 30 days and not go out.  Trust me!  I had my son last year and it gets pretty boring without seeing the outside world. 

I believe what happened to her was that there's spirits at that Como Park and like you said she probably angered them since she just had a newborn and on top of that she brought her newborn with her too.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on February 20, 2012, 11:56:44 PM
This is from an elder I knew. Way back when they still lived in Vietnam or was it Laos. Her husband, her brother, her brother's wife and she went to the garden and plan to sleep over at the garden. It was getting dark and they all were tired. They all left the fire on. Something wasn't right. 'Cause while they were still up, they heard strange scary noise. The tiger was walking around their garden house. They were all scared and couldn't sleep. So her brother had put my woods to make it stronger and had lift up a firer stick, so the tiger wouldn't harm them. They stood up all night until the sun was rising and the tiger slowly disappear. After when they were sure, the tiger had disappear. They gather their stuff and went home.

Same elder. Her husband and she went squirrel hunting. It was a couple hours later that she returned to the car. She was tried. So she slept in the car to wait for her husband. She fell asleep, but was half a wake and half a sleep. All of the sudden, she felt a warm breath blowing to her right ear and telling her to get up. She got scared and woke up quickly. She knew something was wrong. She got out of the car and looked for her husband to go home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 21, 2012, 09:21:45 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 21, 2012, 09:33:12 AM
tsis muaj dlaabtsi.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 21, 2012, 09:38:29 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 21, 2012, 01:44:35 PM
Now tis short story was pass on N on, so i'm more of a last hand teller. This is back in Mt. Airy, there was tis family tat was doing the jiggle bell, N there was tis semi, not so bright dude there, as the jiggle bell dude was doing his ting, the semi dude. I guess he was hungry, anand there was tis boil chicken as offering, and the dude went to touch or was gonna eat the chicken. Then all a sudden the jiggle bell dude was acting all crazy... Everyone turn to the chicken.. N they yelled @ the semi dude to drop the chicken... I only no bits N pieces.. IDK if it was true, but i guess it could happen..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 21, 2012, 01:53:14 PM
And i also heard of tis one, some dude was doing tis name change for tis one family, after the stuff was done, blab,blab,blab. Well everyting seem okay, and wen they family they all sat down to eat dinner, you know. OG's.. well wen they all sat down to eat, the dude that did the name change stuff fell off the chair N die rite on the spot. They did jiggle bell or sumting, turns out the new name,tat was giving to the person, his spirit wasn't happy therefore killed the Og tat did the name change,
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 22, 2012, 01:08:53 PM
And i also heard of tis one, some dude was doing tis name change for tis one family, after the stuff was done, blab,blab,blab. Well everyting seem okay, and wen they family they all sat down to eat dinner, you know. OG's.. well wen they all sat down to eat, the dude that did the name change stuff fell off the chair N die rite on the spot. They did jiggle bell or sumting, turns out the new name,tat was giving to the person, his spirit wasn't happy therefore killed the Og tat did the name change,

interesting... ..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 22, 2012, 03:17:43 PM
interesting.....
a friend of a friend told me tat it was one of his friends dad, tat die on the spot,  and IDK the dude, so it wasn't rite of me to ask his friend, besides it'll be rude/ insulting  or unfriendly to ask, if it was true.. or remind him of wat happened tat day. You know.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 27, 2012, 03:14:22 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on February 27, 2012, 11:20:07 PM
Okay time for some of my rambling  :D

I loved the first apartment my husband and I moved into. We had a big sliding door and on the side to it I bought one of those very traditional weaved hmong brooms (not the colorful ones) and hung it on there. My mom said "ua li ko es txaj txaj muag ." (doing that is embarassing) So I told my mom that I was told by a fortune lady that it's good to have it to keep the spirits from the outside away from the home. That broom never touches the ground and is never use for sweeping at anything. My mom took my word for it and didn't say anything after that.

One night, I had a dream. In my dream my baby sis in law and I were sitting at the sliding door. It was open but the screen door was closed. She pointed outside and said there's a big tiger out there. I got scare so I pulled her aside. All of sudden the tiger got through the door and came into my apartment. I grabbed my brooms and sweeped him out. I was so scared I woke up.

Ever since then I never let anyone talk bad about my broom  ;)

When we moved back into my in-laws place and my MIL was trying to convince me not to put it up in my room. At first she would just stare and look at my broom funny but after while of staying there she finally said something. Normally I would do what she says but this time I stood my ground and told her my dream and explain why I'm keeping it up. She stopped her stares and eventually learn to accept my weird thoughts ;)

You need some fake dogs on your bed.  You do know that you have the power to fight off these creatures in your dreams fight.  you just need to focus.  Some one told me their friend got sat on and his friend used magic power from playing WOW3 to fight off the ghost.  It never came and sat on him again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 28, 2012, 01:21:28 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on February 29, 2012, 01:33:02 AM
My blood cousin from Sacramento went to Frisco with his two friends. They were chilling and drinking at the bay at night. When he came home, he started getting sat on alot, more than usual. His two friends also keep getting sat on and one of their mom happens to be a shaman psychic so she looked into it and said that 3 dragon ladies from the bay follows them home and the most aggressive one is attached to my cousin. She did a ritual for them and ward off the 2 dragons but she couldn't handle the one that's following my cousin. She also looked into it and told my cousin to be careful.

So my cousin and his mom(my aunt) came down to Fresno to see this powerful Qeej teacher/ shaman. He made a knife and blew air on it and gave it to my cousin to have it with him 24/7 because the dragon ghost is scared of it. He went back to Sac and on the 2nd night the ghost came back. My cousin is used to getting sat on so he can feel their presence in the room before they even get on him. She came back and said in Hmong, "you think I'm afraid of that knife of yours?". My cousin never opens his eyes anymore while getting sat on since he always sees them. So without opening his eyes, he slowly inched his hand under his pillow, grabbed the knife and swung it in front of him towards the voice. Bamm the ghost let out a shriek and he can feel the ghost dissentigrate. He never sense the ghost around anymore, it was gone for good. He had the knife for a while and he never gets sat on but his little niece also have nightmares and sees ghost so he lends it to her and she lost it. All this happened a few years ago but his next story just happens last month.

He came down to live in Fresno this semester to attend Fresno college. When he first came down we celebrated and watched lots of movies, chill, drank. Anyways we were watching scary movie clips of horror films on YouTube but there just wasn't any scary enough. So as a last resort we asked him if he wanted to see the Hmong movie starring "Sah" where he gets chased by the dead and go hides in the pig pen. He was down since we were bored so we turned off the lights and watched the clip with the volume off since we don't wanna hear the Qeej. Well yea he freaked of baad after the clip and even worse he had to go sleep at his sisters house that night since she need him to baby sit the next day. His sisters house is scary since their grandma passed away there.

So that night he slept there in their toy room which had no lights and at around 2AM, he heard something messing with a cat outside so he was already pretty freaked especially combining all with the movie. He woke back up at around 6AM to the presence of someone in the room. He shouldve known better than to open his eyes but he peaked a little with one eye and he saw a shadow that was the same exact shape and height of my other cousin named Soua, who watched the movie with us also. Anyways right when he peaked, the shadow noticed and started pacing back in forth in the room all awhile repeating in hmong, "I'm Soua, I'm Soua, I'm Soua...". My cousin was like hell no this can't be Soua he would never come this early and do this. All of a sudden, he felt the shadow walked over and lay right next to him and started feeling on his chest. Then the hands went lower to his stomach and then was gonna reach for his balls. My cousin said heck no so Bamm he threw a punch and spit in the direction. All he hit was thin air but the presence was gone so he opened his eyes, grabbed his phone and blanket and went to stay in the living room with the lights on until morning. He didn't sleep so he posted on Facebook right then that he got sat on lol.

The next day before we went to the casino, he went to go pick up Soua and told him the story and it scared the shit out of him since the ghost new his name. They both came to our house and told us the story which was even more scarier since Soua was there and we were heading to table mountain casino which the friant road is known for ghost and accidents. At the casino while eating we met up with my sister and her boy and told her the story. Though she was scared, she was being cocky and challenged the ghost saying that she's no scared, but quickly apologized right after. Well that night was her first time ever get sat on lol. Long story short the ghost came and sat on her making her a true believer. Sorry stupid IPod and auto correct hella messed up my writing so some words don't even make sense, I'll correct them tomorrow on my laptop
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on February 29, 2012, 11:57:57 AM
omg Chingy, such a long story.. can you give me the moral of the story.

atleast i didnt wall of text and just trying to contribute
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on February 29, 2012, 02:09:24 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on February 29, 2012, 09:12:49 PM
Lol, i listen to almost all of 'em(hmng kingdom). I must say they need to have their rec, session better, i could bearly understand sum of the story..i mean sum of 'em are so choppy.. sum has no quality recording, i can hear ppl snoring in the back ground. Lol there's about 6new stories to listen..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mawmaw on March 01, 2012, 07:30:21 AM
Lol, i listen to almost all of 'em(hmng kingdom). I must say they need to have their rec, session better, i could bearly understand sum of the story..i mean sum of 'em are so choppy.. sum has no quality recording, i can hear ppl snoring in the back ground. Lol there's about 6new stories to listen..lol

I listen to all of them too.. is there really 6 new ones.. i gotta check them outs.. LOL... the 2 most told stories on there that scared me most is... the rat hunting story.. and the one with the father that came back at night time  :-X
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 01, 2012, 09:56:45 AM
I listen to all of them too.. is there really 6 new ones.. i gotta check them outs.. LOL... the 2 most told stories on there that scared me most is... the rat hunting story.. and the one with the father that came back at night time  :-X
yeap..but 1 had sum one sorning in the back ground, the 1 was so choppy, i couldn't understand. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: mawmaw on March 01, 2012, 10:13:55 AM
yeap..but 1 had sum one sorning in the back ground, the 1 was so choppy, i couldn't understand. Lol

Oh i heard the sorning part.. LOL....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 01, 2012, 03:34:19 PM
Oh i heard the sorning part.. LOL....
i thought tat sum ghost was making tat noise.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: wonders on March 02, 2012, 03:41:16 PM
My grandma was doing the hu plig xyoo thiab (new year soul calling) so my mom was boiling the chicken. I have 7 younger siblings, some more naughty than the others. My mom was so distracted she cut off the chicken feet. My grandma yelled at my mom but it was too chaotic in the house so my grandma decided to use it anyway. In my grandma's words, half way into offering the food to the xwm kab (the paper where the ancestor reside), the bowl where the chicken was in cracked in half very loud and my baby sis (2 years old at the time) started running around and hold her butt?? Anyways, my grandma stopped what she was doing and asked my sister what's wrong and she said her butt hurts. My grandma looked and it was all red, after that she begged and begged my grandpa on the xwm kab to stop and that she will get him a better chicken. My babysister stopped crying and they had to boil a new chicken and start the offering all over. My grandma says that the chicken always has to have the feet when using it to hu plig and that my grandpa was not happy about the chicken because it didn't so he hit the bowl and  my baby sister to let my grandma know. I came home later that day and they showed me the bowl, it seem so unreal but according to my grandma and younger siblings it happened.

My mom actually, the year she got into a really bad car accident and had a miscarriage of my unborn sibling. That winter, they did the 30, she used my husband's fighter cock that she had been raising all summer, the week she was going to sacrifice it, the legs bent the opposite direction. The chicken was well and nothing was wrong, so she wrapped its feet and nurtured it for a few days. She used it during the sacrifice. When they did the hu plig, the person doing it told, my mom that its going to be a bad year and that my mom should have to ua neeb within the next few weeks. My parents brushed it off, two weeks later, she got into a really bad car accident. I guess the chicken with the broken leg was trying to warn her. She's fine now, but that was the most scariest thing, to see her so fragile in the hospital bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on March 02, 2012, 04:33:13 PM
 ???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on March 03, 2012, 01:48:05 PM
LOL! keep these stories comin! :D :D :D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 04, 2012, 02:02:18 AM
anyone here who lives in Stockton, ca or around that area knows ghost story about Hogan lake??..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 04, 2012, 02:00:56 PM
By all means please do tell us.. watz go'n on with tat lake..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 05, 2012, 03:19:10 AM
here's one about lost lake..i heard this one from a friends cousin while we were hanging out in fresno. I don't live in Fresno but of course being a vang, majority of my cousins are there..it's creeps me out cause when I was small my uncle and cousins used to take us fishing and swimming there whenever we would visit as a small boy. so here goes the story:

there was a group of guys that had plan to take some chicks there to hangout for the day. everyone had left when it was dawn and started to get dark except for this two guys who told everyone that they wanna to hangout a little bit longer then theyll leave..they decide to leave after a hour but it was already dark at this time. they got in the car and when the driver turn on the engine, the car wouldn't start. then out of nowhere they saw a figure of a little girl coming out of the lake. both of them got scare and look at each other and asked if the other one saw it too..the little came around their car and start banging at the car and yelling "help me, why won't u guys help me" in Hmong. as she pass from one side of the car she appear as a regular hmong girl but as she pass to the other side, her face appear all rotten. the driver knew that the little girl was a ghost and told the guy on the passenger to not open the door and to be calm but he was scared as shit. after making several rounds around the car, the little went back to the lake . the driver then asked the passenger to go out the check the engine but the passenger guy say he was too scare and didn't want to go, so the driver when out instead. as the driver when out, he bang on the starter and the car started, but when he was closing the hood, the friend started the car and took off, leaving the driver behind. by this time it was almost early morning so the driver decide to walk to the bait store and call for someone to pick him up. the bait store is long 30-40 mins walking distance but he felt like her was walking for 3-4 hours..he eventually got to the store and call for someone to pick him up. he got really sick and they had to jingle bell and he got better. the next the the other guy came to drop the car off and told the driver that he was sorry that he took off on him. he was too scared and didn't know what to do.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: cyang on March 05, 2012, 07:34:23 AM
That last story is scary as heck..gave me the hee bee gee bees...I've been hearings lots about something coming out of the lake..u guys should ask for a paranormal group to come investigate it and take pictures..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on March 05, 2012, 10:58:11 AM
I go to Lost Lake regularly and have never heard that story before. Oh and for the people who don't live here, it may be called lost lake but it's actually a River, the San Joaquin river that comes from millerton lake dam
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on March 05, 2012, 02:44:45 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on March 05, 2012, 02:46:45 PM
This hmong girl went on a camping trip with her school. They were touring around near by a body of water. Some of her friends thought it would be funny to push her in the shallow water so they pushed her in. She got upset but didn't think anything of it. When she got home, she began to get sick. She became thin and pale and was ill oftenly.

Two years gone by and she was not getting any better so they decided to ua neeb for her. The shaman found her spirit in this big hollow surrounding with her sitting in there. He asked her why she is there and she said that when her friends pushed her in the water a dragon came and took her to be his wife. The shaman couldn't take her because its been too long already.

She passed away shortly after that. True story heard from second hand source.

What a horny dragon, can he get his own kind :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 05, 2012, 08:50:18 PM
I was reading through all these ghost stories and one thing seems to be really common..alot of the stories happen in indian burial grounds or near it.. for example, lost lake in fresno ca is near a indian burial ground and places in Minnesota used to be homes to indian tribes..anyone knows why Indian burial ground is always so haunted??..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on March 05, 2012, 10:36:54 PM
I was reading through all these ghost stories and one thing seems to be really common..alot of the stories happen in indian burial grounds or near it.. for example, lost lake in fresno ca is near a indian burial ground and places in Minnesota used to be homes to indian tribes..anyone knows why Indian burial ground is always so haunted??..

Native Americans are animists. They worship spirits of nature. So, their deads rise as spirits in nature?

Not sure. Gotta study more to be right on this.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 06, 2012, 12:59:02 AM
Native Americans are animists. They worship spirits of nature. So, their deads rise as spirits in nature?

Not sure. Gotta study more to be right on this.
hey guys.  Native burial grounds are haunted--->>> Hmong burial grounds are haunted also.  We both are very similiar.  Whenever you walk in a road with graves on the side.  I am sure you will hear people crying in the distance.  I got a story to tell but now right now.  Too busy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 06, 2012, 01:01:07 AM
hey guys.  Native burial grounds are haunted--->>> Hmong burial grounds are haunted also.  We both are very similiar.  Whenever you walk in a road with graves on the side.  I am sure you will hear people crying in the distance.  I got a story to tell but now right now.  Too busy.

please to tell bro
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on March 06, 2012, 01:14:56 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 06, 2012, 03:01:11 PM
Sibaim,
Yo wat a fk up friend...who in the hell would just drive off without his buddy..i mean wouldn't you tink.. O shyt I forgot him.. Wow wat a good friend..you don't tink he showed up wen his buddy was gett'n sick, or there wen they did the jiggle bells..
I say if my buddy took off while i'm out there bang'n the,car,to start, N he took off..i would kick his ass. I guess we all know where his true friends are.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on March 06, 2012, 04:28:46 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 06, 2012, 07:41:01 PM
Sibaim,
Yo wat a fk up friend...who in the hell would just drive off without his buddy..i mean wouldn't you tink.. O shyt I forgot him.. Wow wat a good friend..you don't tink he showed up wen his buddy was gett'n sick, or there wen they did the jiggle bells..
I say if my buddy took off while i'm out there bang'n the,car,to start, N he took off..i would kick his ass. I guess we all know where his true friends are.

I don't really know what happen but I guess he got the shit scared out of him to not think about his friends
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 06, 2012, 10:28:14 PM
I don't really know what happen but I guess he got the shit scared out of him to not think about his friends
tat's 1 friend tat i'll never go fishing/hunting with..chicken crap of a friend like tat should just stay home N be a good homeboy N baby sit the kids..lol lame a$$ friend..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: NtxheeYeesVaj on March 07, 2012, 02:13:29 AM
>:D
I heard from my MIL that my FIL before he passed away... nws yog ib tus shaman...  nws hais tias ..

people who are christain and people who are still shaman are separated by a rivier.. but he said that people who are christain lawv tsis muaj nyiaj.. poor poor xwb

he also told that when nws transform ua neeg... or whatever nws pom relatives who passed away.. asking him to bring lawv back  :-X

I believe what your FIL said. Here's why...My Uncle was a Christian & when he passed away, they held a Christian funeral. He came back into one of my grandpa's dream asking for money. (Grandpa's not a Christian). Another story is when one of my cousins passed away, he had a Christian funeral because his family goes to church. My Aunt, which is his mom, had a dream about him. He told her that he was hungry.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 07, 2012, 03:47:27 AM
here's another story:

back in Laos the was this one guy who dated this girl from a different town which was 3-4 days walking time. before u could get to her town you would have to crossed a big river on a make shift raft. one day they decided to get marry but since the town was so far away, they would ask some of their distant cousin from her town to be the meb koob. so it was only him, his new wife and his sister( to be the bridesmaid) that went. after the wedding, the wife's parent gave them a small goat to sent them on their way home..since the guy was carrying some stuff, he asked his sister to carry the goat..when they got to the river, the current was faster than normal and the raft would not handle all 3 of them at the same time. so he decided that he would first take his wife across first and come back for the sister and the goat. as the guy was taking his sister and the goat across the raft capsized but he could swim so he swam safely to the other side but his sister was missing. he was afraid that his parents was going to yell at him for his sister being missing so he went up and down the river to look for her but with no luck. it was starting to get dark so he decided to head home and asked for the town people to come back and help him search for her. they all search and search too but with no luck and they went home. that night, one of tvile own people had a dream that she was in a town that had just call of a wedding to the town leader's son. she asked one of the villager of that town to why that is and the villager told her that the maid had a terrible smell that they didn't like and they couldnt stand so they had sent her back. she woke up from her dream and went to tell the brother about her dream. the next morning, the brother went out real early to the river to look for his sister..he still couldn't find her. then he went a little further down to where the river to a spot where there was a small cave..as he sat there on a log thinking about what he would do next, he look closer at the entrance to the cave a saw a body. he ran over there to check who it was and it was his sister. she didn't die but she was very weak. he asked her how she'd had gotten there and she told her that when the raft tip over, the dragons took her but she had this real bad smelling that they didn't like so they send her back. she told him that she had wash up from the river the night and was very tired so she went to the cave to rest and that when he found her. so he took her home and after jingle belling, she got better..


I bet u guys must be wondering what cause that smell that the dragons didn't like right??...it was from the goat she had been carrying from the wedding. it help save her life..idk why but goat and dragon have been enemies from the very beginning..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pkx on March 07, 2012, 03:35:38 PM
Never ever torture animals!. I remember back in Cali, this one Hmong family had a mentally challenge son who'd can't sleep at night but will be asleep through out the whole day. He was already around seventeen when I first saw him one night at a cousin's house, he loved pots and pans and will banged them very loud when ever he gets the chance to. Later on after we moved, I heard story that his parents took him to see a shaman and he told them that their son is actually the black cat that the wife had torture and left to die in the garden back in Laos. She was bored than so she grab that cat she saw at the garden that day when she was a kid, she hit it with a stick, tie it up to a tree and than throw rocks at it, and finally she stick a stick from the cat's mouth and it came out from the other side (you know, the behind). The cat didn't die, she hanged it on a tree and went to eat launch with her parents, came back and the cat was gone. Yeah, many years has pass, she's change and all grown up and got married and the past finally caught up to her. The shaman said that when she left the cat on that tree, the cat wasn't happy so it already went to heaven and waited in line for it's turn to take revenge and after all those years it finally got proof from the heaven to be reborn mentally challenge for the girl to take care of for the rest of her life.

Thats sad
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pkx on March 07, 2012, 05:50:37 PM
here's another story:

back in Laos the was this one guy who dated this girl from a different town which was 3-4 days walking time. before u could get to her town you would have to crossed a big river on a make shift raft. one day they decided to get marry but since the town was so far away, they would ask some of their distant cousin from her town to be the meb koob. so it was only him, his new wife and his sister( to be the bridesmaid) that went. after the wedding, the wife's parent gave them a small goat to sent them on their way home..since the guy was carrying some stuff, he asked his sister to carry the goat..when they got to the river, the current was faster than normal and the raft would not handle all 3 of them at the same time. so he decided that he would first take his wife across first and come back for the sister and the goat. as the guy was taking his sister and the goat across the raft capsized but he could swim so he swam safely to the other side but his sister was missing. he was afraid that his parents was going to yell at him for his sister being missing so he went up and down the river to look for her but with no luck. it was starting to get dark so he decided to head home and asked for the town people to come back and help him search for her. they all search and search too but with no luck and they went home. that night, one of tvile own people had a dream that she was in a town that had just call of a wedding to the town leader's son. she asked one of the villager of that town to why that is and the villager told her that the maid had a terrible smell that they didn't like and they couldnt stand so they had sent her back. she woke up from her dream and went to tell the brother about her dream. the next morning, the brother went out real early to the river to look for his sister..he still couldn't find her. then he went a little further down to where the river to a spot where there was a small cave..as he sat there on a log thinking about what he would do next, he look closer at the entrance to the cave a saw a body. he ran over there to check who it was and it was his sister. she didn't die but she was very weak. he asked her how she'd had gotten there and she told her that when the raft tip over, the dragons took her but she had this real bad smelling that they didn't like so they send her back. she told him that she had wash up from the river the night and was very tired so she went to the cave to rest and that when he found her. so he took her home and after jingle belling, she got better..


I bet u guys must be wondering what cause that smell that the dragons didn't like right??...it was from the goat she had been carrying from the wedding. it help save her life..idk why but goat and dragon have been enemies from the very beginning..

Wow interesting
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pkx on March 07, 2012, 05:55:47 PM
I wanna read more stories  ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pkx on March 07, 2012, 06:34:49 PM
anyone know any?

must be Hmong ghost stories....


This isn't really a ghost story but something that gave me the chills! It happened to me.

Once upon a time my dab laug tus tub loved me a whole bunch. I had no feelings for him because he was my cousin. Anyways, as I got older he asked me to marry him. I told him that we should sib hlub li tej nus muag xwb. He continued to pursue me up until I got married. He attended my wedding and was really broken hearted. He told me that no matter what he will always love me and I will be the only girl in his heart. I told him to move on with his life and find a nice girl who would truly love him. Almost 5 years down the road, I was about to have my second baby and my husband was out of town.
I had the most disturbing dream:
I was at home. There was a knock on my front door. It was bright and early in the morning and my family was fast asleep. I walked to the door thinking to myself "Who would come visit so early?" As I reached for the door, it opened by itself. That's so strange. I pulled on the knob to open the door wider and there He was, my dab laug tus tub. He looked straight into my eyes and said "I'm here to pick you up. I am on my way home and thought that you would come with me this time." I looked down at my stomach and said, "I can't go home with you. I'm married and is about to have my second baby. I'm sorry. I might go with you if I wasn't going to have a baby. He reached for my hand and said, " Well if you don't go with me this time then you'll never see me again. This is my last chance to come get you." I pulled my hands away from him and replied, "Kuv saib kav liam los mas, vim hais tias kuv tsis yog ib leeg lawm, ho kuv yog ob peb leeg lawm es koj txhob tu siab nawb mog kuv leej nus." He gave me one last look and said " Nyob zoo koj nawb mog. Ua koj lub neej sib sib hlub es kuv thiaj li tsis tshua tshua koj!" He turned around and as I looked on he turned back once more to wave good-bye and took the path to the right. :-[  At that moment, there was a stong gust of wind that blew my bedroom door closed. Both my sister and I woke up instantly startled. We both felt the cold air brush against our skin, yet it was in the summer time. My sister asked me, "what was that?" I shrugged, idk, and looked over at the window. My sheer curtains were flying in the wind, so I walked over and closed to window. As I head back to my bed, I looked at my alarm clock and it read 5:00 am. Good, I still have time to go back to sleep.
When I got to work, my phone was ringing. I picked up the phone and I heard my Mother's voice. It seemed a little disturbed.
She explained, " Me ntxhais kuv hu tuaj qhia koj hais tias koj dab laug tus tub tau tag sim neej lawm, tag kis no thaum plaub moos tawm. Es no koj ho hu tuaj nrog dab laug thiab niam dab laug nkawm tham os. Nkawm quaj quaj kawg li."
Chills ran down my spine and I felt goosebumps washed over my whole body. He had paid me a Farewell visit in my dream.

Such a touching one and also creepy
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: phatqueen on March 11, 2012, 03:36:55 PM
cool, didn't know they created a hmong ghost stories in FB.

a few weeks ago, my parents took my mom's master shaman back home. While, my dad was driving and talking with my mom's master shaman and her sister, my mom was half a sleep and half a wake. She felt someone put something in her mouth. She woke up quickly and was shivering. They thought my mom was just lying. My parents got home and my mom wasn't feeling well.

long time ago, after moving away from my childhood city, not long after that, my dad side of the family moved near us. We heard from relatives that not long from my grandparents, my uncles and his family moved. A boy was walking from the street where I use to live. He came upon my grandparents, their old house. He found money near a tree. He took the money and went and bought candies. After eating his candies, he became sick. They did the shaman ritual to see why, found out that the money he took was the ghost property. That's all the we heard only.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on March 12, 2012, 06:10:54 PM
My parents used to live in a house that some black people were murdered in.  My family did not know these people were murdered in the house.  After they moved in, they didn’t hear or see things.  What happened was unexplainable.  Maybe the people who were murdered in the house were able to sense death and tried to warn us. 

First Incident:  My brother came home with his friend.  They ate dinner and left.  Later that night, there was a blood trail coming from the front door of the house to the kitchen table.  My mom noticed the trail of blood and didn’t know where it came from.  My mom asked my brother and sisters if they had made the mess but no one fessed up to it.  My mom cleaned up the blood not giving much thought to it.  Later that night, my brother’s friend, the one that came home with him was shot and killed in a drive by shooting. 

Second Incident:  I left my husband and stayed with my parents.  I went stayed out late with some friends and came home around 4am.  I didn’t have the keys to get in the house so I went around the back of the house and knocked on my sister’s window to open the back door.  I came in the house from the back door.  I slept in late that morning.  I got up, showered and came back to my bedroom.  I sat on the bed and noticed a trail of fresh blood.  I followed the trail of blood and it let to the back door.  I new it wasn’t me because I wasn’t on my period (my periods are never that heavy…LOL).  I thought maybe my little brother or sister had a nose bleed and they didn’t clean it up.  I went to the back yard and called for them.  I asked them and they both said no and continued playing.  I asked my mom and she didn’t know who left the trail.  So I cleaned it.  A few days later, my friend who dropped me off at my house that morning died in a car accident.  I told my parents and they said it’s nothing.  Typical of them to say that.  So my little sister talked to the neighbors around the area and they told her there was a black family that lived in the house before us.  The dad was a crack head and he shot and killed his wife, brother and 2 kids.  After my sister told us this, my dad was on the hunt for a new place.

Third Incident:  It was getting dark outside and I went out to the back to call my brother and sister in.  When I came back inside, there was another trail of blood leading into my bedroom again.  We followed the trail and at the end, there were a lot of little foot prints going in different directions.  I know the foot prints didn’t belong to the kids in the house because the foot prints were too small.  I called my parents to come look at it and they again said it’s nothing.  This time, I’m terrified to find out who will be the next person to pass away since the last two times, someone died.  My dad was really worried so he found another place and moved my family in right away.  My oldest brother passed away in his sleep a few months later.  My brother was 27 years old and healthy.  He went to sleep and never woke up.

I’m glad my family moved out of that house.  That house had something to do with the deaths, I’m sure of it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Gemini on March 12, 2012, 11:37:43 PM
voiceofreason, sometimes when parents or elders say that it's nothing, they're just trying to calm you down and not scare you more. they know. they just don't want to say much.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on March 13, 2012, 12:13:47 AM
wow Voiceofreason, out of my whole 2 or so years spent on this ghost thread, your story was the most blood haunted creepy and saddest of them all. Your story sounds like something straight out of a horror nightmare but it was real in your case. I was holding my breath hoping it didn't affect your family but how unfortunate. Very terrifying house, very horrible how it ended for you guys. Do you know if your parents had any bad dreams but they just kept quite? My parents always keep quite even when they have terrible nightmares and fix it without letting us know to not worry us
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on March 13, 2012, 12:03:38 PM
Chingy-vang, I don't remember my parents mentioning any bad dreams.  It's been over 12 years since my brother passed away and both my parents passed away too.  I don't know if that house had anything to do with my parents deaths too.  My dad passed away two years after my brother and my mom passed away 7 years later.  I don't recall my parents doing jingle bell about the blood in the house.  I think they didn't want to think too much about it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on March 13, 2012, 12:36:02 PM
I have another story but it's not a ghost story...My brother loves fishing.  He's started fishing since he was in Jr High School.  Anyways, back in 1997 my brother and his friends went fishing.  They got a late start and got to the fishing spot when it was already dark.  They set up their tents and fished for a couple hours.  My brother and his friends called it a night and went to sleep.  They woke up the in morning and went out of their tents.  They looked up above their tent and there was a white guy hanging from the tree.  The guy hung himself.  Hella scary.  Now my brother never set up tent close to trees or without looking up.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmoobcola on March 13, 2012, 04:55:16 PM
Heres a experience I had from the hospital... this was 4 years ago.

    Well my oldest sister was in the hospital for a month getting chemo to see if she can get better from her cancer.  It was a 30/70% chance of it working but we took our chances.  Since I was not doing anything because it was school summer break, I had to stay there with her. 
    On the first night my sister kept telling me to tell that man to go away.  I was like what man, I don't see any man maybe it was the morphine making her hallucinate.  Thats what I wanted to believe but afterwards a few hours into the night it was around 11pm, I heard knockings like a nurse wanted to come in.  I said come in the door open and no one was there.  I thought the nurse was playing a joke and I went around to the nurse station and asked her did she knock on the door and she said no.  I went back to room and I can see my sis eyes fixated on a chair next to her bed.  Being scare and dumb, I decided to move it so that she would stop looking at it.  Well I stayed up as long as I can watching tv, till my eyes got really tired and fell asleep.  When I fell a sleep on the cough recliner, I felt something try to come and sit on top of me but fought it off by dreaming about me being goku from dbz turning super saiyan and forcing it off.  Well before the heaviness was gone, it said it'll be back for me again in a clear distinct old grumpy voice.  I woke up scare as hell and it was only 3 in the morning and my sister was looking at me.  I couldn't sleep no more and stayed up till in the morning when the sun came out, I fell fast asleep.
    It was about to be the second night being there but I told my parents what happen and they blame me for being lazy and not wanting to stay with my sister.  So I was forced to stay another night there.  This time I told my nephew to stay the night there with me, he fell a sleep around 10pm.  I stayed up because I had that gut feeling something bad was going to happen.  It was getting close to 1 or 2 in the morning because thats when they do naruto on adult swim.  While sitting there, I can see the chair sliding towards her bed and the curtain around her bed slowly opening.  My heart was racing and felt like it was about to explode so I woke up my nephew and he saw it too.  The curtains opened and no one was there but she was talking to something laughing and smiling.  I had just bought a cell phone and my nephew told me to record it so we can show our parents.  As soon as we started to record it the lights started to licker a little bit and you can hear little girls laughter.  Then the water bottles and cups would just tip over for no reasons, the tv turns on and off.  I got tired of this and told whatever it was that I know someone, who can communicate with you and remove you, if you don't leave right now.  After I said this the temperature drops and was freezing cold.  I tried to remain calm so my nephew don't freak out and all of suddenly it disappears and everything back to normal.  We showed my parents the short clip and they had her move to a different room, and the adults stayed the overnight.  I was told by my older brother that it had frequently happen until she passed a away two weeks after the first incident.
    After all of this we had to call in a shaman to check me out just in chase, and he told my dad that I was very lucky because if i had stayed another night there it would had come taken my spirit.  He told me that by challenging it, it went to get more spirits but when it came back I went home.  It followed me home but couldn't get in because we have the one thing to protect the house with.  So he went back and waited there in my sister hospital room but didn't disturb my family because he only wanted me.  The shaman guy had to burn money and incense so that it can go away.  Hospital still freaks me out......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 14, 2012, 08:27:57 PM
Heres a experience I had from the hospital... this was 4 years ago.

    Well my oldest sister was in the hospital for a month getting chemo to see if she can get better from her cancer.  It was a 30/70% chance of it working but we took our chances.  Since I was not doing anything because it was school summer break, I had to stay there with her. 
    On the first night my sister kept telling me to tell that man to go away.  I was like what man, I don't see any man maybe it was the morphine making her hallucinate.  Thats what I wanted to believe but afterwards a few hours into the night it was around 11pm, I heard knockings like a nurse wanted to come in.  I said come in the door open and no one was there.  I thought the nurse was playing a joke and I went around to the nurse station and asked her did she knock on the door and she said no.  I went back to room and I can see my sis eyes fixated on a chair next to her bed.  Being scare and dumb, I decided to move it so that she would stop looking at it.  Well I stayed up as long as I can watching tv, till my eyes got really tired and fell asleep.  When I fell a sleep on the cough recliner, I felt something try to come and sit on top of me but fought it off by dreaming about me being goku from dbz turning super saiyan and forcing it off.  Well before the heaviness was gone, it said it'll be back for me again in a clear distinct old grumpy voice.  I woke up scare as hell and it was only 3 in the morning and my sister was looking at me.  I couldn't sleep no more and stayed up till in the morning when the sun came out, I fell fast asleep.
    It was about to be the second night being there but I told my parents what happen and they blame me for being lazy and not wanting to stay with my sister.  So I was forced to stay another night there.  This time I told my nephew to stay the night there with me, he fell a sleep around 10pm.  I stayed up because I had that gut feeling something bad was going to happen.  It was getting close to 1 or 2 in the morning because thats when they do naruto on adult swim.  While sitting there, I can see the chair sliding towards her bed and the curtain around her bed slowly opening.  My heart was racing and felt like it was about to explode so I woke up my nephew and he saw it too.  The curtains opened and no one was there but she was talking to something laughing and smiling.  I had just bought a cell phone and my nephew told me to record it so we can show our parents.  As soon as we started to record it the lights started to licker a little bit and you can hear little girls laughter.  Then the water bottles and cups would just tip over for no reasons, the tv turns on and off.  I got tired of this and told whatever it was that I know someone, who can communicate with you and remove you, if you don't leave right now.  After I said this the temperature drops and was freezing cold.  I tried to remain calm so my nephew don't freak out and all of suddenly it disappears and everything back to normal.  We showed my parents the short clip and they had her move to a different room, and the adults stayed the overnight.  I was told by my older brother that it had frequently happen until she passed a away two weeks after the first incident.
    After all of this we had to call in a shaman to check me out just in chase, and he told my dad that I was very lucky because if i had stayed another night there it would had come taken my spirit.  He told me that by challenging it, it went to get more spirits but when it came back I went home.  It followed me home but couldn't get in because we have the one thing to protect the house with.  So he went back and waited there in my sister hospital room but didn't disturb my family because he only wanted me.  The shaman guy had to burn money and incense so that it can go away.  Hospital still freaks me out......



lol..no offense but off all the people u could've think of, u tought of goku??..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 15, 2012, 03:32:10 PM
Tat's a case of way too many DBZ..lol  well it's time to cut back on the adult swim..lol. gotta wing you outta the show. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on March 20, 2012, 06:28:43 PM
OMFG....I had read all of these stories and it scared the shit outta me! ;D ;D :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aquarius on March 21, 2012, 04:28:57 PM
When I was in my late teens, I used to talk to guys from dusk til dawn on the phone. One night it was almost 5a.m. so I told the guy I was talking I had to go. My dad sets his alarm to 5a.m so he would wake up, check up on the kids and go take a shower. So it was 4:55a.m. and I said my good byes since I didn't want my dad waking up to find me still on the phone. As I laid on my bed and shut my eyes I suddenly couldn't moved: Thinking its impossible to be paralyze so quickly especially when I wasn't even tired I started to panic and tried to move. I then hear static and I heard a man's voice.. He started talking and talked very fast.. As I laid there I was thinking WTF my dad's alarm should be going off already and I calmed down and decided to listen to see if I can if I catch what the person said..All i heard was "don't tell anyone" and more static and then it was silence.. And then I was able to move freely. 2-3 seconds later I hear my dad's alarm went off. I hear my dad open my bedroom door and checked on me. He does this every morning to make sure the kids are all still in bed. He then left to take a shower and I waited til the sun was out and then went to sleep. This was the first of the many times when I would hear this.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 21, 2012, 10:42:39 PM
lol..u got ducked by the ghost..he did a quickie on u and left..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Aquarius on March 22, 2012, 04:14:15 PM
lol @ Sibaim247: It only happened maybe once more then I moved and lived across a meka funeral home. Whenever there's going to be a funeral, I would hear static and hear someone talking to me for a quick minute and then the static would disappear. The person would talked very fast and I wouldnt understand what he/sher was saying. The next morning surely enough there was a funeral. Lived in that house for a few years and moved on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: molayang on March 22, 2012, 04:15:16 PM
OK, i haven't been here for the long. lol I'll just tell a short one, not all that scary.

I remember two years back when I wasn't married, i used to have dreams about this person but i can never seem to see that things face. It's always there with me, but it does not harm me. And I dont know but i wasnt scared of it too. Anyways i told my parents and they decided to do a shaman check on my (NOT ACTUAL UA NEEG) and the shaman said that, that person was my past love and it was just coming back to check up on me. Then when the shaman person tied a red and white string on me i never dreamed of it again.

ok let me tell another one. =]

So do you guys sometimes feel fine and good lookin but the OG's be like "whats wrong with you, why are you so skinny, why are you so sad lookin, ETC." well like what i just said, i remember feeling fine not sick or skinny or anything like that. My grandma comes up asking why i look so sad and why i dont eat (WHICH I EAT ALL THE TIME) etc. I didnt know what to say to her, but i was like ok weird. haha ok anyways she told my mom and my mom's mom came over to do hu nplig for me. when she was calling my soul she said that my soul was so far that she almost couldnt even catch up to me (in the other world) well her hu plig was like long as hell because my soul wouldnt come back, but i guess she did something to my spirit and it came back safe to my body. So like i say you might think you look fine and dont feel sick but OG's can see you really different. 0-0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 25, 2012, 09:04:31 PM
Voice FR.
Dam sum of ur ghost stuff are really freaky. It sounds more fit for a horror movie then in real life. I would never of thought that such things/stuff are that real. N that bloody trail of stuff. scary .. I have no words to put it. Like how those jiggle ppl do there stuff, you only think that it's all fake, you no like make believe.. I hope ur families are better no.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 27, 2012, 01:17:14 AM
Just not 10minutes ago i was just about to fal asleep.. in my dream my wife, me N the kids was driving through the lowery tunnel.. thrn t big ass truck cu in front of us, then sumhow i manage to honk my horn. n stop the car.. then i heard wat i thougt my son fel outta the car N was cry'n so i turnned the car around to pick him up...then i thought i heard my older boy came into the bedroom..so i opened my left eye a bit and called his name. But he didnt answer me. So i say hummm.but i didnt see him but i no he was there. I had thought tat he was up N checking on us..it was hiding it self.but i knew he/it was in front of my wife..
Anyways all a sudden these 2 hand grabbed my arms..i was like Ahh shyte..so i started to fight it.sumhow i opend myeyes to C who the fk grab me. But i could open just a bit. I was looking around @ the same time i was try'n to wake up my wife..
I call m wife by the name (mommy).tat's her nickname.anywa ys i was kick'n andtrying to open my eyes.by tis time i was gett'n pizz...i said wen i get free im gonna kick it's ass..i manage to get my left arm free.
I was slaping my wifes' ass try'n to wake her up to C whos the mofo tat is try'n to get on top of me.. but she ,slept like a rock..anyways i was picnhing her ass and sumhow i picnhed my rite ruib and scream ouch...i was battling tat thing for a while..and i tink i was too strong for it N it deicded to let my other arm go...wtf.its 1:30am..N i gotta go to work in a bit...typing on my phone. I'll cum back N fix/ad more details..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on March 27, 2012, 08:29:21 AM
Just not 10minutes ago i was just about to fal asleep.. in my dream my wife, me N the kids was driving through the lowery tunnel.. thrn t big ass truck cu in front of us, then sumhow i manage to honk my horn. n stop the car.. then i heard wat i thougt my son fel outta the car N was cry'n so i turnned the car around to pick him up...then i thought i heard my older boy came into the bedroom..so i opened my left eye a bit and called his name. But he didnt answer me. So i say hummm.but i didnt see him but i no he was there. I had thought tat he was up N checking on us..it was hiding it self.but i knew he/it was in front of my wife..
Anyways all a sudden these 2 hand grabbed my arms..i was like Ahh shyte..so i started to fight it.sumhow i opend myeyes to C who the fk grab me. But i could open just a bit. I was looking around @ the same time i was try'n to wake up my wife..
I call m wife by the name (mommy).tat's her nickname.anywa ys i was kick'n andtrying to open my eyes.by tis time i was gett'n pizz...i said wen i get free im gonna kick it's ass..i manage to get my left arm free.
I was slaping my wifes' ass try'n to wake her up to C whos the mofo tat is try'n to get on top of me.. but she ,slept like a rock..anyways i was picnhing her ass and sumhow i picnhed my rite ruib and scream ouch...i was battling tat thing for a while..and i tink i was too strong for it N it deicded to let my other arm go...wtf.its 1:30am..N i gotta go to work in a bit...typing on my phone. I'll cum back N fix/ad more details..


LOL!  I hate it when that happens.  YOu're doing everything to wake her up and she sleeps like a damn rock! LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 27, 2012, 12:37:29 PM
I'm glad you enjoyed my story. Please subscribe to my other threads.
hate to brust ur bubble. But we gotta follow you, just to heard sum of ur stories..lame. .epic fail, R you tat desperate to havr friends.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 27, 2012, 12:53:13 PM
OK USA!

Geez it's just a story I made up. Why are you all getting so upset? lol.
no i'm not mad @ you..lol just funny...bout how ppl gotta follow others on FB...Twiter... my space..etc...
Only desperate ppl need others to follow 'em to make 'em feel spcial.. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 04:29:35 AM
Shyte i just got sat on again..N i no why too...stupid wife of mine...Gosh 2or 3 days ago we got into a fight..her dumb ass mouth said (now remember my FIL pass away) she gonna tell her past away dad to haunt me.. Gosh dumb ass hmng ameeka ppl.. now i'm fk pizz @ her..women who knows no culture..... i hope she read tis.. dumb ass..women sumtime needs to learn to keep their stupid tounge in check...either tat or wen her dumb ass mouth said those word, sum one/ting heard it..or i'll have her sleep on my side. So she can be sat on and no how it feels to be sat on...of course i don't tink she ever go sat on..if she did she would of told me many yrs ago..
Her dumb ass mouth...

Anyways, i was sleeping on my side then i sumhow turn N slept on my back like wat i did last nite.. i saw a dark figure walk rite into the bedroom and sat rite in my face tis time...i was calling my wifes name agian, then i realize tat she's not next to me. So i threw punches in the air.. N iwas try'n to get up.. but i couldn't so i say shyte if i can't punch it,.. i'm gonna bite it's ass..cuz i could feel my face gett'n kinda numb.. tat how i knew it sat on my face...

Well if tis keeps up i'm  gonna burn sum stick and yell @ my FIL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: 1luv on March 28, 2012, 04:36:10 AM
1.  Your sleep paralysis can be solved by getting a better, more firmer bed and better pillows and try not to sleep with your arms across your chest. 

To the superstitious, this is how they bury their dead with their arms cross on their body.  The grim reaper does not know that you are sleeping so he goes after all who sleeps like a real dead person.  Oh la la la la

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on March 28, 2012, 07:12:29 AM
Shyte i just got sat on again..N i no why too...stupid wife of mine...Gosh 2or 3 days ago we got into a fight..her dumb ass mouth said (now remember my FIL pass away) she gonna tell her past away dad to haunt me.. Gosh dumb ass hmng ameeka ppl.. now i'm fk pizz @ her..women who knows no culture..... i hope she read tis.. dumb ass..women sumtime needs to learn to keep their stupid tounge in check...either tat or wen her dumb ass mouth said those word, sum one/ting heard it..or i'll have her sleep on my side. So she can be sat on and no how it feels to be sat on...of course i don't tink she ever go sat on..if she did she would of told me many yrs ago..
Her dumb ass mouth...

Anyways, i was sleeping on my side then i sumhow turn N slept on my back like wat i did last nite.. i saw a dark figure walk rite into the bedroom and sat rite in my face tis time...i was calling my wifes name agian, then i realize tat she's not next to me. So i threw punches in the air.. N iwas try'n to get up.. but i couldn't so i say shyte if i can't punch it,.. i'm gonna bite it's ass..cuz i could feel my face gett'n kinda numb.. tat how i knew it sat on my face...

Well if tis keeps up i'm  gonna burn sum stick and yell @ my FIL.

You really have no respect for you wife do you?

How old are you?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 09:44:28 AM
You really have no respect for you wife do you?

How old are you?
i do have...but wen she say stupid shyte like tat without known wat they are saying..i don't respect is wen ppl say stupid shyte like tat happens..N if ur hmng enough you should know tat.and wat i mean.bro
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 09:53:07 AM
Oneting is i don't care wat my wife cuz @ me or say wat ever she want, but leave the culture/ words like tat out. She can yell all day@ me but do not and i mean do not talk shyt like tat..i will disrespect who ever i choose or want. Those words r to not be taking lightly/ saywith out tink of wat might/will happen. Now..R we on the same page..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on March 28, 2012, 10:30:59 AM
Pics of wife or u r homo O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on March 28, 2012, 11:56:40 AM
i do have...but wen she say stupid shyte like tat without known wat they are saying..i don't respect is wen ppl say stupid shyte like tat happens..N if ur hmng enough you should know tat.and wat i mean.bro

Your "English" is killing me bro.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on March 28, 2012, 12:11:59 PM
someone is trying to be a gangster... :2funny:

Sounds like middle school.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 01:22:59 PM
Your "English" is killing me bro.
sorry bro my engrish on my phone really sucks. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 01:24:21 PM
someone is trying to be a gangster... :2funny:
i wish i was 18yrs again.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 01:31:36 PM
Are you using the voice respond on your smart phone? LOL I hate those.. sometimes.. it comes out very funny. Yeah, I wished I was 18 again.
ever since i up grade my evo..texting on my phone sucks.. i'm just waiting for the I 5 to cum out..if i was 18 with the wisdom i have now. I'll be rich. Lol with maybe 10 wives...lol j/k
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on March 28, 2012, 01:38:15 PM
Are you using the voice respond on your smart phone? LOL I hate those.. sometimes.. it comes out very funny. Yeah, I wished I was 18 again.

Not me.  I was dumb.. reckless.. a gangsta. LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on March 28, 2012, 01:39:57 PM
Yeah, I can kind of see that...  ;) I love bad boys.


LOL!  Love 18 year olds huh?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 01:51:54 PM
Me like 18yr old girl also.lol prefect age to have fun.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on March 28, 2012, 02:04:54 PM
You really have no respect for you wife do you?


i respect my FIL a lot more then my wife if tat's wat you're looking for as an answer..so i hope tat wat ever is sitting on me..i don't wanna tink tat it's her DAD...tat's why you don't say stupid shyt, even wen ur pizz as hell...you don't no wat might happen...i hope iy doesn't cum back to try to sit on me...
If you read my story about getting sat on...but tis one is diffrent. It's not afriad of me...2 straight days ..
1st day, it came slow...2nd day it came rite in and sat on me..lol dam freaking my out..of course last nite i didn't sleep with my sword..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: windstruck on March 28, 2012, 09:48:26 PM
I'm just 20 yrs old. Lol..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on March 29, 2012, 01:48:22 AM
I thought this was a Hmong ghost story thread??..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Siabdub on March 29, 2012, 07:18:12 AM
I thought this was a Hmong ghost story thread??..

Isn't that what the Thread Title says or am I missing something.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Boost on March 29, 2012, 05:53:16 PM
The poor grammar is killing me.   :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: meiyouren on March 29, 2012, 06:43:49 PM
My grandmother and mom always tell us to watch what we say and to think before we say anything.  Can't joke around or say things out of anger.

I have doubts about this story, if it is true or not, but my mom swear it is and it's an example of what NOT to do.  

Apparently, back in Thailand my mom's cousin (a teenager) was hanging out with friends and they were bragging and joking around.  He said that he wasn't afraid of poj ntxoog, stupidly saying that if he ever saw one he was going to r*pe it.  It was late at night when he and a few of his friends started for home.  Along the way he had to pee and went off to the side while his friends waited for him.

He was about to return to his friend when he heard shuffling in the distance, like someone slowly walking his way.  He shined his flashlight around.  After sweeping his flashlight around several times he didn't see anything.  But the noise was getting closer, and closer and closer.  His heart was pounding and he tried to take a step back but he couldn't.  Someone was holding his left leg!  He glanced down and saw a poj ntxoog wrapped around his leg.  It grinned at him and said,"Are you the one that say you're not afraid of us?"

He screamed and tried to shake the poj ntxoog off but it wouldn't go!  His friends heard his screams and rushed to his side.  They found him on the ground with his hands clenched around his leg, tearing the fabric of his pants off.  His leg was all bloody from where he scratched it.  He was going crazy and didn't make any sense.  The friends finally had to half-drag half-carry him home.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on March 29, 2012, 09:02:27 PM
Creepy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on March 30, 2012, 12:34:02 AM
I thought this was a Hmong ghost story thread??..

Isn't that what the Thread Title says or am I missing something.

That's what I thought, too...and it is.  I think they'll get back to ghost stories when they hear more. They probably have used up their hoards by now.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on April 01, 2012, 12:11:52 AM
lighten up people. We were just off track just a bit but now we're back on track! :2funny: :idiot2: :knuppel2:

this track can't never be off track.  what do you people take this thread for??? :knuppel2: :knuppel2: :knuppel2: :knuppel2: :knuppel2: :knuppel2: :knuppel2: j/kidding sweet tears.  Anyone who has had a drop of your sweet tear will forever change their heart.  I want one.  when is it a good time for have one?.. :-* :-* O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 01, 2012, 06:43:48 PM
Mei,
I would have to believe wat ur elders said..
If you read one of my blog..a friend of mine has never encounter strange stuff.and always say he wish he wanted to see one...
Then one day we were to meet up for whyte ass fish... But he went ahead of me, b-4 the due time.. he encountered sumting out there.@ the hmng river..then after tat he stop saying dumb shyt like tat...

O....in his house now..he hears little kids talking in there once in a while...but it's in the basment..last time i heard, he fore closed his house...plus he lost his job. So he couldn't pay the house.. but that doesn't belong in here..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 02, 2012, 01:13:00 AM
What ever that dark thing was. it came for me on the 3rd day. As I was about to sleep and this time I slept on my side with my Samurai sword. As I was about to dose off, I could feel it flying over me but since I on my side. It couldn't get on top of me. I could feel it so I  unsheathed my blade..with one hand on the hilt and the other on the sheath. I said in my mind " if you are who I think it is, then leave me alone or I'll never forgive you". And if you are not who i think it is then just go away. Well I haven't been sat on. I'm not saying that ppl to do what I did, but sometimes you gotta be ready for it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 02, 2012, 10:38:14 AM
What ever that dark thing was. it came for me on the 3rd day. As I was about to sleep and this time I slept on my side with my Samurai sword. As I was about to dose off, I could feel it flying over me but since I on my side. It couldn't get on top of me. I could feel it so I  unsheathed my blade..with one hand on the hilt and the other on the sheath. I said in my mind " if you are who I think it is, then leave me alone or I'll never forgive you". And if you are not who i think it is then just go away. Well I haven't been sat on. I'm not saying that ppl to do what I did, but sometimes you gotta be ready for it.

Sak, dude you're as crazy as I am about sleeping with sword LOL. I had similar encounter when I was younger get jump on but somehow I managed to kill whatever trying to jump on me every night. Do not try this LOL, I used a old knife holding stright up while I was sleeping. That thing come and try to sleep on me not sit. I can feel the knife went right into it guts. The thing got up and disappeared ever since none try to sit on or sleep on top of me. If you want to hold something straight up while sleeping don't use sharp object, use wooden sword or dagger much safer.

Everyonce in a while that thing still comes around but not trying to get ontop of me rather try to sleep next to me too bad but my wife is on the other side of the bed. If she isn't there then I get harrassed but the thing but I fight off every sigle time, kicking and punching. I try not to use real sword instead of wooden sword. Because my kids sometime wake up in the middle of the night come to talk to me but about there nightmare.

While back I took some monk amulets (the little buddha you found at fleat market) from my brother, these things has been blessed by the monk in Laos. I place them in my bed room closet, my oh my, almost even night I feel like someone is standing right next to my bed. I got goosebump all over, can't sleep at all. And dreams about bad spirits try to come inside my house, even try to shot my family. But I managed to fight them off, a shaman said I had shaman spirits protecting me and my family but not so sure about it.

So I moved those little buddha outside of the house put them in the garage since then I do not have those creeping feeling that someone is standing next to my bed. Most people get cold feeling, but I have warm feeling instead when I feel something stand next to my bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 02, 2012, 10:10:41 PM
I use to get sat alot but I alway fight it I even had a log I sleep with but idk where it went.so I had to find a replacement.I'm sort if a light sleeper.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on April 02, 2012, 11:04:03 PM
I used a old knife holding stright up while I was sleeping. That thing come and try to sleep on me not sit. I can feel the knife went right into it guts.

While back I took some monk amulets (the little buddha you found at fleat market) from my brother, these things has been blessed by the monk in Laos.

lol Epic dude never thought of setting up a sharp object so the thing will sit his ass on it lol, needa inform my people about your method.

Yea those Buddha figures arent good to keep in the house. i remember back then when my parents called a shaman lady to come check out our family. She does Tarot cards and as soon as she started the tarot cards, she stopped and said that something is blocking the access, so she went to our "t-ha" you know our hmong thingy on the wall. my brother went to san francisco as a kid and bought the mini Buddha figure from a gift shop, he came back home and put it up there on the stand since he was little at the time and thought our tradition was about the same as Buddhism, we had the Buddha up on the t-ha for years thinking there wasnt any harm in doing so. my parents didnt care as well, they thought it looks good as a decoration up there. well yea she said that its been distracting the passageway for years and she took it down immediately. thing is that she never walked into our living room where the t-ha is so there was no way she could've known that something was blocking it
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 09:27:35 AM
lol Epic dude never thought of setting up a sharp object so the thing will sit his ass on it lol, needa inform my people about your method.


I never thought about the method too when I was younger but somehow it works like magic. Other method is night light
it helps reduce nightmare, light take away darkness. You might still get sit on but it'll be
much manageable and you can see little bit more clear about the situation, you might even have a chance to see who
the thing is.

Don't use harp object you might end up hurting yourself. Use the OG style wooden knife Ntaj Txiv Duaj.
If you hurting yourself don't blame me LOLOLOLOL use at your own risk.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 09:37:23 AM
These might prevent you from being sit on:

1-Alway turn your pillow as soon as you are free from the thing.
2-Pull your blanket to your neck
3-Sleep on your side
4-You might want to move your bed around to a different corner or sleep in a different position.


Sweetie...when you have those entities chasing after you, it won't help at all, you have to fight back.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 09:43:56 AM
I've been sit on and tickle a few times but that's about it. I do not see any dark figure. My mom have it the worse and she does see dark images coming at her. When I do, I try to hard in my power to wake myself up.. and sometimes.. I do get up. I try not to fall asleep right away because it will get on your again. I once moved my bed and I got sat on so I move it back and it never happen again.

Thats because the entity wasn't after you, it just try to scare you sweetie.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 09:49:45 AM
People say that don't sleep around too much at other people's house and places like hotels. I try to avoid doing that. If I just stay at  my place and in my own bed. I never get it.

In OG words "Tuag Dab Tshog" and when you get sit on, in OG words "Tshog Tsuam". This type of thing
you have do shaman or find your own way to fight it off like me  :D

And because you too sexy even tshog want some of it... :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 09:56:38 AM
Yeah, but please come in a human form of a hluas nraug instead.

They did come in human form in your dreams.

For womean, if you get sit on for long time left uncured you might not beable to get pregnant. Some people even
get bleeding for no reason. This mean you have been the Dab Tshog mistress.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 10:03:43 AM
Whew... glad I am not good enough to be a dag tshog mistress.

Don't count on it.

Sweetie...have you even been to a lake or stream in the clear afternoon no cloud but beautiful sun shine day. And,
the sourrounding area smell like fish but didn't see any dead fish in the area. Do not get panic
otherwise you going to attract that Dab Tshog Ntshes, just walk away like you normal did.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 10:19:48 AM
I'm not superstitious like that. I don't think much of anything when I'm in the forest.


That's good for you, if you ever encounter just don't think about it, otherwise I'll be jealousy that an it, is sitting on
you  ;D instead of me... :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2012, 10:22:49 AM
I don't sleep with people who get sit on...  :2funny: :2funny:
lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 03, 2012, 10:31:34 AM
I don't sleep with people who get sit on...  :2funny: :2funny:

I killed that thing....alrea dy.... ;D and you don't have sleep over  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2012, 12:12:46 PM
Well, from what I've heard.. if you sleep with people who get sit on all the time, eventually it will move to you and you'll get sit on too. ;D
tat's why you don't sleep in,their spot..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2012, 12:23:31 PM
Some people might just set you up.  :2funny: :2funny: My mom said that my father was making fun of her one night about always getting sit on.. one night it came for my dad and he was trying to yell for help. She knew he was trying to scream but she just silently laugh and said "That ought to teach him a lesson". LOL :2funny:
you sure iy wasn't ur mom tat,tied him down N blind folded him. Lol j/k..
Even wen ur @ the boiling point. Never curse or cuzz stuff tat you don't meant to say. other's might hear it N cum looking.. never make fun of,the unknown.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2012, 02:54:35 PM
That's what my mom said.. never talk about it or make fun or say that it will never come for you. LOL Btw, you got me in trouble. >:( :knuppel2: :2funny:
lol...my bad..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2012, 03:23:23 PM
:knuppel2: :knuppel2:  NO CRUMBS!!! ;D
okay..ur bed then. Lol my bad is full of crumbs..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongcloth on April 03, 2012, 08:31:31 PM
Do anyone have a close relative tat have been murder?? Based on wat i no the person who past away gets a totally different passing ceremony than a regular person does. although the custom of sending them away is a bit the same. if anyone who has known some1  who did, can u pls tell me what happens if u called them by their deceased name(NOTE:from the family side not cousin or friends etc...), visits them at their grave sites, or look at pictures taken of them from places that u havent seen like a picture with ur deceased realtive with some friends out enjoying themselves like at a fishing trip or sumthing(excludes family pictures).Cause i've been told that u cant do that anymore...Can someone please tell me...greatly appreciated
Also this is my very first post on here O0 :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on April 05, 2012, 06:24:17 AM
we had an aunt that suicided. i dont remember the full details but we went to her apartment as they handed out several of her things to everyone. my mom got some clothing/pictures. she was fairly close with her as well. i dont know what happened or how it happened, but i remember waking up and hearing my mom cursing/spitting at someone/something.
it wasnt until recently that my mom told me she would come visit her and stand near her. i was prob 4-5 at this time, but my mom said she would stand on the cribside next to me and peek over. eeks. scary stuff.
maybe when you think/call out to the dead, maybe they will visit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pajnpis on April 05, 2012, 11:44:45 AM
I'm still on page 64 but I'll share you my experience.... .

This isn't scary but in elementary school when I was in 3rd grade, my teacher was reading a book to the whole class. She was standing  by the white board when all of sudden her chair moved. The whole class saw it and she just make an excuse that it's just the wind. I'm sure everyone knows what it was cause the wind isn't strong enough to move a chair by itself.

Another one...late at night when I couldn't sleep, I would always look at our stuff animals by the shelf which is on top to the left. Anyways, all of suddenly I saw 2 red light, light up for a few sec then it was gone. I look at it again and nothing. Just brushed it off and went to sleep. The next morning, I checked up there to see if there's any flash light or some type of light, but none up there. I know it can't be my eyes and I wasn't dreaming. If you know how those razor red pointer looks like it's almost like that.

Last one.... The week after my grandmother passed away, my sisters and I went to my grandma's house and start talking about her. We would talk how mean and greedy she is. It just came up into our conversation so we talk about her. Anways, here's the sotry...before she pass away, she have this grudge against her 3 sons which are my mom's step brother. She said that if she pass away, she will come get them one by one and make them her slave. Well after her funeral's done, my grandpa (which is a shaman) told them to ua neeb when they get home because of what she said. After the story about her, we went home. That night I stay up with my brother (he's in 1st grade). Everyone's upstair asleep while I was on the computer and my brother's watching t.v. We had all the light turn off. While I was one the computer, at the corner of my eye to the right, I could see someone standing there. I could sense that someone's there...you know the feeling you know that someone's next to you or behind you. I didn't see the face but see a light purple longsleeve shirt along with a lao skirt...you know those that are worn in old hmong movies...it have really weird design but the color is a darker orange greenish (yes I still remember the detail). I turn to my right, nothing there so I just brush it off thinking that I was just seeing things. About a minute later, same thing again. This time I freaked out and ran upstair while my brother ran after me. The next morning I told my grandma about it and she said that if you talk about the dead, they'll come and visit you. It felt so ureal but I still remember all the details and that image. That's my first encounter seeing something like that as I've never seen ghost before.

So last year my husband and I went to visit my parents. I brought up the story about my grandmother and my brother who at the time was with me, now he's a senior in highschool, told me that he saw her too. From what he said was the he saw her touching my hand stand to my right side. I thought it was only me that saw her but I guess not.

From the story above when my grandma, sisters, and I was talking about my grandmother; her 3rd son that she didn't live with pass not long after that so I'm thinking that he didn't listen to what my grandpa had said.

anyways I had a few more and from others experience but will tell later since writing about this freak me out already.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on April 05, 2012, 12:08:04 PM
 ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 05, 2012, 03:32:47 PM
Why would anyone want to keep a deceased person's things? From what I heard is that no matter how close you are to that person don't keep it because if they like you or was close to you then they won't want to leave and visit you or if they dislike you they haunt you.
i kept all of myFIL's hunting clothes.. i wear 'em wen i go ice fishing.. besides those are not cheap blaze n orange pants N coat..i also kept most of his guns..N ammo.. i don't see why not..unless if you don't no 'em then yea..why would you kept their stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on April 06, 2012, 02:07:09 AM
my uncle tells me that if u keep the rope or the thing that a person used to hang themself with then u can used that for protection against evil spirits..what he say was that u would take the rope and make it into something like a talisman..afte r that then u would hang it on ur front door and u would tell it to hang any bad spirits that tries to enter ur house..sounds kinda creepy
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 06, 2012, 07:52:22 AM
puab tej kev mob tej kev nqeg yuav ploj mus.
lol engrish trans..me no understang U hmng lingo..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 06, 2012, 07:56:51 AM
my uncle tells me that if u keep the rope or the thing that a person used to hang themself with then u can used that for protection against evil spirits..what he say was that u would take the rope and make it into something like a talisman..afte r that then u would hang it on ur front door and u would tell it to hang any bad spirits that tries to enter ur house..sounds kinda creepy
tat's just to dam creepy..Y of all things you wanna have tat rope tat sum one just hung 'em self with.. U wanna replay tat image or tat last mount in his/her mind.. wen their necks got broke'n.. dam. Hmng ppl got the dumbest reason to keep the dead's stuff.
And BTW.. never buy adult clothing @ any good will store...never no if the past on ppl cum'n to look for their clothes...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on April 06, 2012, 12:48:28 PM
 :P
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on April 06, 2012, 12:51:11 PM
 :police:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 06, 2012, 01:22:54 PM
"never no if the past on ppl cum'n to look for their clothes"

Thats why I said its not good to keep deceased people's things.
only if you personaly don't know 'em..but if you no 'em than it's okay to keep. And it depands on who he/she is..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongcloth on April 06, 2012, 07:44:48 PM
@sakisaki if u cant read hmong then can u hear it n understand it? if so go here http://hmong.lomation.com/reader/ u just copy n paste it n it will speak it n u'll understand...h ope this helps ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 06, 2012, 09:49:21 PM
@sakisaki if u cant read hmong then can u hear it n understand it? if so go here http://hmong.lomation.com/reader/ u just copy n paste it n it will speak it n u'll understand...h ope this helps ;)
nice, i will do tat..TX.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pajnpis on April 07, 2012, 03:14:33 PM
Here's another one I heard. It was probably 12-13 years ago when I was still in middle school.

After feeding our chickens which is about 20-30 min away from where we live, my dad decided to eat pho at a restaurant before going home which is just across the street from our apartment. We sat down and order our food and suddenly have some unknown cousin that showed up. My dad had them sit with us.

They were from sac(we're in san diego). My dad ask them what they're doing here. I didn't listen since I sat pretty far from them but on the on the way home (my dad had to drive around to get to our place and had to find a parking space), my mom ask my dad why they're here. He told my mom that P (The guy that my dad knows..just call him P) told about why they were here.
Here's the story: P's nyab wanted to know her fortune so she went to meet a lady with those big globe that could see the future. Before the lady does it, P's nyab had a sign a paper where if anything shall happen, she will not be accountable for. Thinking that nothing will happen, she sign the paper. Her fortune was told and it got to a point where she doesn't wanna listen anymore. She told the fortune lady to stop but the lady insist that they have to do it until the end but she didn't listen to the fortune teller and start to leave. So the fortune teller gave her a piece of paper and warn her "NOT" to rip it; she can always finish her fortune later. Aside from that, without finishing the whole thing, they couldn't send the ghost back as they didn't finish it. so again, she was warn not to rip the paper or else the lady won't be able to do anything.

So thinking that it was nothing, right after the fortune teller went back inside, P's nyab rip the paper.She just shrug it off and went home. From then on, every night, a ghost would come into her room and put poop in her mouth. She went back to the fortune teller lady but without the paper, she already cut the connections for the ghost to go back. P's nyab threaten to sue the lady but she already sign some paper in the beginning so she can't do anything.

So in desperate help, she told her father in law about it. They did everything, from church to hard neeb but nothing can help. The reason why they're in San Diego was because they heard that there are monks down there that may be able to help his nyab.

After that I have no clue to what happen. I still remember how she looks like. Kind of pale looking and pretty skinny. The rest of their family are pretty tan dark skin looking.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on April 08, 2012, 12:45:41 AM
fudge Pajnpis, scary shit never heard of a ghost that put shit n mouth before, Damm scary

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongcloth on April 08, 2012, 10:01:27 PM
Pajnpis u sure that the ghost put shit in her mouth and not shitting in her mouth?? Would have been awkward to wake up and see that ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on April 09, 2012, 12:05:54 AM
lol..I think she just mistaken shit for chocolate.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pajnpis on April 09, 2012, 03:50:49 PM
Pajnpis u sure that the ghost put shit in her mouth and not shitting in her mouth?? Would have been awkward to wake up and see that ;D

I don't know...they said that something keep putting shit in her mouth
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 09, 2012, 08:59:07 PM
I don't know...they said that something keep putting shit in her mouth
likr shyt shyt..or stuff like paper. Stuff toys.. you don't mean poop tat cums outta ya'll U no ... Cuz tat would be sooooo freaky nasty..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on April 09, 2012, 11:50:28 PM
tat's just to dam creepy..Y of all things you wanna have tat rope tat sum one just hung 'em self with.. U wanna replay tat image or tat last mount in his/her mind.. wen their necks got broke'n.. dam. Hmng ppl got the dumbest reason to keep the dead's stuff.
And BTW.. never buy adult clothing @ any good will store...never no if the past on ppl cum'n to look for their clothes...

like I said..it's only for protection because the rope will hangout any bad ghost who try's to enter your house..the reason for that is the ghost would be scare to go near it cause it has already hang the dead person already..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on April 12, 2012, 01:48:32 PM
 ::)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on April 12, 2012, 04:37:16 PM
Wierd.... Sometimes i would dream of monsters outside my house
and btw on tuseday I dreamt that i was in my gragre idc the spellings.. well um.. i saw that my little sister which is 8 was there cuz she's not at our house mostly cuz our fAMILy got divorced so yea i heard that my litle sister was dead so i asked her wat happened? and she was like i dont knoe wat happened to me .... LOL but wierd dream! well if you know wat that means tell me well my nyab say that shes getting better or something cuz my family we all got sick and yea cough too so i dfk wat the hell it meant   ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D but maybe its SOMETHING...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on April 12, 2012, 05:39:39 PM
any dragon story?

theres a couple on here..just gotta find it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on April 13, 2012, 04:07:53 PM
 ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: rambo on April 14, 2012, 02:45:44 PM
I read the whole forum already.
i read the "ghost stories" forum twice n now i am reading it backward .. almost done  :2funny:  O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 16, 2012, 09:46:59 AM
Wierd.... Sometimes i would dream of monsters outside my house
and btw on tuseday I dreamt that i was in my gragre idc the spellings.. well um.. i saw that my little sister which is 8 was there cuz she's not at our house mostly cuz our fAMILy got divorced so yea i heard that my litle sister was dead so i asked her wat happened? and she was like i dont knoe wat happened to me .... LOL but wierd dream! well if you know wat that means tell me well my nyab say that shes getting better or something cuz my family we all got sick and yea cough too so i dfk wat the hell it meant   ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D but maybe its SOMETHING...

I'm sometime dream of monster outside of my house too. They even try to come inside or shoot me from outside but all unsuccess. What I can think is do shaman to fix the house spirits and ask them to bless you.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 16, 2012, 10:08:33 AM
DAMMIT!! talking about getting sit on.. the other night I went to bed.. it was late around 12am.. I got sit on... I try to scream for help but no one came to rescue me.. I felt this hairy/soft thing pressing against my face.. I woke up and my stupid carebear butt was in my face. LOL I kicked the carebear to the curb since then. :2funny:

Sweetie...it was me... :D and you kick me hard  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: zaubmos on April 16, 2012, 12:50:44 PM
DAMMIT!! talking about getting sit on.. the other night I went to bed.. it was late around 12am.. I got sit on... I try to scream for help but no one came to rescue me.. I felt this hairy/soft thing pressing against my face.. I woke up and my stupid carebear butt was in my face. LOL I kicked the carebear to the curb since then. :2funny:


 ;D ;D ;D

pog gay.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 17, 2012, 01:56:37 PM
Get'n sat on is no joke.. i still have my Samuria Sword next to my bed.. so i have not been bother. As of lately. But i woke up to a low thumping noise. But i sat up looked around N saw the clock @ 3:30am.. N i said shyt i gotta get up in a bit to go to work.. so i went back to sleep.just to be a woking up by a dream tat the Vietman invaded my hood and all the ppl had to run away leaving atuff behind...i said " shit my ps3 N my Xbox360...wat a waste of money. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 17, 2012, 02:34:59 PM
Get'n sat on is no joke.. i still have my Samuria Sword next to my bed.. so i have not been bother. As of lately. But i woke up to a low thumping noise. But i sat up looked around N saw the clock @ 3:30am.. N i said shyt i gotta get up in a bit to go to work.. so i went back to sleep.just to be a woking up by a dream tat the Vietman invaded my hood and all the ppl had to run away leaving atuff behind...i said " shit my ps3 N my Xbox360...wat a waste of money. Lol

lol where's the wife and kids...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 17, 2012, 03:09:37 PM
lol where's the wife and kids...
idk.. my kids should of been with my old man N lady.. but sumhow he wasn't with 'em..my wife..i no she was in there, but i didn't really see her..so the ppl started walking down tis path tat lead us to sumwhere.. then i woke up like 10min. B-4 the alarm.. then i got up and went to work..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 17, 2012, 03:55:49 PM
idk.. my kids should of been with my old man N lady.. but sumhow he wasn't with 'em..my wife..i no she was in there, but i didn't really see her..so the ppl started walking down tis path tat lead us to sumwhere.. then i woke up like 10min. B-4 the alarm.. then i got up and went to work..

weird dreams usually happen from 3:00 am - 6: am.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 17, 2012, 06:03:52 PM
You know tat low thumping noise, it kinda sound like some one /thing was growling(sorry phone has no auto correction). @ first i thought a tiger was in the room..but as blind as i am, N half a sleep. I never figure out where tat noise was cum'n from. Of course my wife sleeps like a rock..so she would of never be a woke for any thing. Lol. She's a deep sleeper..un like me, N deaf as i am, i'm a light sleeper..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 18, 2012, 02:56:45 PM
Wat happened, too scary..got sat on again.. tell us,all wat happened
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 18, 2012, 03:04:03 PM
No, but when i go to sleep... I keep thinking about it. LOL
wow, put a hmng knife under ur pillow.. it helps.but do not un shelth the blade. Keep the knife in the shelth. I find tat my sword works a bit better, cuz it has the reach..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on April 19, 2012, 01:46:35 PM
 :knuppel2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 19, 2012, 02:55:40 PM
wow, put a hmng knife under ur pillow.. it helps.but do not un shelth the blade. Keep the knife in the shelth. I find tat my sword works a bit better, cuz it has the reach..


she needs a cross not a knife or sword.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 19, 2012, 03:11:34 PM

she needs a cross not a knife or sword.
cross don't help bro.  The Cross is not a sin bo of christ.. in the good book of the lord.. it states do not worship idols.. so the cross in which christ die..do not worship the cross but he who died a pond it. Which is Gods' beloved son..
The cross is not god nor his beloved son..so if you choose not to have a hmng knife.. you should try the bible instead.. or a long sword.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 19, 2012, 03:15:53 PM
Wat you should do is punch,kick,bite it. Do wat ever means to show it tat you can stand up to it.. :2funny: just make sure you don't kick ur s/o off the bed. Lol..or say tis...(wait til i get my hands on you SOB..i'mma gonna beat the crap outta you)..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 19, 2012, 03:32:59 PM
How can you if you are being pinned down. I think not. U can barely scream. :2funny:
use ur mouth, tat's wat i did, cuz wen my face got sat on, N both my arms were pin down..i said, shyt if i can't punch you.imma gonna bite you..N tat's wat i did..
Now imma not looking for a fighting with these things.(fats). IDK bout you ppl, but i get piss off easy wen i get sat on..
Anyways how do you sleep? Do you sleep looking @ the door or away?. If i sleep facing away, i can't tell if those things are cumming. But if o sleep face the bedroom doors. I have a better chance to be ready if imma gonna get sit on.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on April 19, 2012, 03:36:01 PM
Sak, dude you're as crazy as I am about sleeping with sword LOL. I had similar encounter when I was younger get jump on but somehow I managed to kill whatever trying to jump on me every night. Do not try this LOL, I used a old knife holding stright up while I was sleeping. That thing come and try to sleep on me not sit. I can feel the knife went right into it guts. The thing got up and disappeared ever since none try to sit on or sleep on top of me. If you want to hold something straight up while sleeping don't use sharp object, use wooden sword or dagger much safer.

Everyonce in a while that thing still comes around but not trying to get ontop of me rather try to sleep next to me too bad but my wife is on the other side of the bed. If she isn't there then I get harrassed but the thing but I fight off every sigle time, kicking and punching. I try not to use real sword instead of wooden sword. Because my kids sometime wake up in the middle of the night come to talk to me but about there nightmare.

While back I took some monk amulets (the little buddha you found at fleat market) from my brother, these things has been blessed by the monk in Laos. I place them in my bed room closet, my oh my, almost even night I feel like someone is standing right next to my bed. I got goosebump all over, can't sleep at all. And dreams about bad spirits try to come inside my house, even try to shot my family. But I managed to fight them off, a shaman said I had shaman spirits protecting me and my family but not so sure about it.

So I moved those little buddha outside of the house put them in the garage since then I do not have those creeping feeling that someone is standing next to my bed. Most people get cold feeling, but I have warm feeling instead when I feel something stand next to my bed.
i heard the elders say if you are still shaman u shouldn't put/bring buddha inside your house. they are totally different culture belief. they can bring u sickness and bad luck. thats what i heard. :-\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 19, 2012, 04:45:33 PM
Saki, you guys have it to the extreme. Seriously!!! I get sit on a few times but I never see it. By the time I know it, I just feel it and it usually happens when I'm tired but can't seem to fall asleep.


I going to set on you tonight.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 19, 2012, 05:33:59 PM
Saki, you guys have it to the extreme. Seriously!!! I get sit on a few times but I never see it. By the time I know it, I just feel it and it usually happens when I'm tired but can't seem to fall asleep.
in my old Mt.Airy place, i got sat on soooo many times tat i developed the sense. If you've read sum of my old posting in here i bielieve i re jump started this ghost thread back on page 185 or like tat. I even talked to one of the it tat kept sitting on me. So ever since then i had this sense...i can see how big/little/fat/skinny or a bit scare of me/not scare.. and like the past one.. i no it wasn't scare of me.. therefore came straight @ me..cuz most of the time i'll have some kind of warning..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 19, 2012, 05:37:43 PM
N if you haven't then try to find the one tat happened to me @ my MIL's place. The part tat it jump off me N ran into my MIL/FIL room. Dash under the bed. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: meiyouren on April 19, 2012, 11:21:39 PM
i heard the elders say if you are still shaman u shouldn't put/bring buddha inside your house. they are totally different culture belief. they can bring u sickness and bad luck. thats what i heard. :-\

Never heard that.  But it's fine.  We've got a Bible, various Buddha statues, and a painting of Jesus in our house even though no one in my immediate family is Christian or Buddhist.  My mom's a shaman and we're very traditional.  Nothing has happened and we've had those stuff ever since I was little. 

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 20, 2012, 10:36:16 AM
Never heard that.  But it's fine.  We've got a Bible, various Buddha statues, and a painting of Jesus in our house even though no one in my immediate family is Christian or Buddhist.  My mom's a shaman and we're very traditional.  Nothing has happened and we've had those stuff ever since I was little. 




Those that been blessed by monk and those that you bought from store are not same.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: meiyouren on April 20, 2012, 02:18:33 PM
Actually, we do have some amulets that was blessed by Buddhist monks in Thailand.  Not sure if that counts...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: pajnpis on April 20, 2012, 09:01:18 PM
I know this have nothing to do with ghost stories but I was wondering if anyone can interpret my dream that I had a while ago. I post it on another forum but no reply........ so this is just the repost of it


Anyone know what my dream means or is it nothing?

This Sunday morning I had a dream where I was inside this house. For some reason there are good and bad people outside but I'm able to let in the good people in. All of sudden I saw my sister in law walking around with her daughter so I ask her, "Niam ntawm, K (her husband which I'll just put as K) neb? Ua cas pom neb es tsis pom nws" (sister in law, where's K? How come I see you and don't see him). She just ignore me and walk off. Then the setting change. I was outside on a dark dirt road where I see her husband K, I ask him, "K cas koj tsis los tsev na. Los es peb mus tsev os (K how come you're not home. Let's go home). Anyways after I said that he told me that he can't come home, he gotta finished doing what he had done in the beginning.

I woke up after that and my husband told me that he had a headache so I was massaging his head but start to doze off again.
 I then dream about the same thing where I left off at...before I doze off I was telling myself that maybe I need to tell my mother in law...but then again I'm like, maybe it's nothing but right when I doze off it's right at where I left off, I ask him again how come he's not coming home and for him to go home. Again he said that he had to finished what he had done in the beginning and can't go home. I keep telling him to go home. He then ignore me and when and slept on a oversize half plastic easter egg at a dark dirt road.

Right after he slept there I felt something got off me and I woke up instantly without feeling tired. I woke up my husband but somehow wasn't scare then. About a few minutes I had a feeling something was at the corner so I had my husband turn on the light for me. He then told me to call my mother in law.... before calling I said that probably my mother in law will tell K to stay home for a week (ntshe niam yuav hais kom nws cai nyob tsev ib week) and right after I had that I heard a ding in my ear...it's like when you hit a bell and it make that loud ding noise.. I thought it was just my ear so I poke my finger in there but it's still there, and rub it against my husband arm but still there. It probably lasted for about 30-40 sec which seem like a while for me since I was scare.


If any know or think you know what it means, please do tell me.

---Thanks in advance

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmooblauj13 on April 21, 2012, 01:05:25 AM
     pajnpis, I am guessing that means something "might" happen to "K". I am not really a dream expert, but I have one dream that kinda came true. So I had a dream about spear fishing for some salmon in a creek. Although I did not take part in the spear fishing, I watched from the shore. The ones on the shore were supposed to look out for any people walking by, especially park rangers. All of a sudden this park ranger came out from the brushes and caught everyone. We all were fined a pretty big amount. I think its 500$ per salmon lol.

     So a couple weeks after I had my dream, my buddies went spear fishing, but at a different creek. They got, from what I remember/heard, four salmon. When they were walking back to the car, a park ranger came out of the brushes and caught them. (LOL) Each of them went to court and were fined 500$ each. Sucks for them lol.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmooblauj13 on April 21, 2012, 01:19:20 AM
Our family used to live in a house for about 8-9 years. The owner's father passed away in the house, it didn't seem to bother us as much. The house had a hallway straight from entering the front door. To the right was the living room, to the left was the kitchen, in the hallway, two rooms were to the right, one room at the right end, and the bathroom was across the first room on the right side. When I was still in kindergarten, which was about 15 years ago, my school session doesn't start until 12:00 pm. My parents and my younger brother and I usually watched "The Price is Right." I looked down the long hall way and saw white figure about 6' 8". I can tell because our hall had this part on top that made the hallway height shorter. It walked from the bathroom all the way to my parents room which was the last room to the right. Me, being a young kid and not knowing any good, followed the tall white shadow. I entered the room and did not see anything or anyone. I checked the bed and the closet and could not locate that figure. Still not afraid, I laid in bed pretending to sleep to see if the figure would appear. After about 5 mins, it did not show up so I left the room and told my parents. It's not a very scary story lol. Oh the figure looked like the one on the X-Files.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmooblauj13 on April 21, 2012, 01:29:33 AM
     When I was a kid, I usually did not sleep on the bed. I was only a kid about 5 years old. I slept with my parents, but the bed was not big enough to fit me. I only slept on piles of blankets up to the height of the bed and I slept right under the window. In our backyard, there were two big apple trees with it's branches up to the window and above the roof. I kept having this same exact dream over and over again. The last time I had this exact dream was two years ago. I had this dream of sleeping under the window and seeing this "ghost" on the tree branch reaching towards me. I saw its bloody red hand reaching towards me say, "Come with me, Come with me." (The ghost looks like the one in the movie "Zeb and Shoua" played by that guy name Xab. They did three parts of the movie and it is an old movie) I didn't budge or speak a word. The window was blocking the ghost's hand from reaching inside and taking me. This dream scares the sh!t out of me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmooblauj13 on April 21, 2012, 01:46:01 AM
Last one for tonight:

     Same house. My sister was in her teenage age, talking on the phone late at night. It was about 1:00 or 2:00 am, btw we live in Cali. Our phone was not cordless and it was in the kitchen right next to the refrigerator. While talking, she kept hearing some noise coming from the other side of the refrigerator where our rice cooker was located. It was bugging her so she decided to take a peek. It was dark, but the moonlight kept a little light inside our house. As she looked, she saw this tall dark figure. The dark figure was looking for food and was digging in to our rice cooker. After she saw that, she immediate hung up and went to bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: zaubmos on April 21, 2012, 03:59:57 PM
my own personal experience...

i get sat on often..usually a few days or so before my period..hehe.. .or when i go out of town..and back to own bed..i get sat on...

i usually know it will happen so i dont get to scared.


this one time..we just moved into our new home...i went down to Green Bay to visit and club..came home on Sunday...went to shower..and off to bed..i was tired...
my mom and my nyab were in the living room watching tv this i remembered..as i was dosing off...that stage where u are tired eyes are heavy but cant sleep....IT came...and this time it was no joke...it was like in the movies..like that Exorcist movie where she's thrown on the bed..blink of an eye the dark shadow over took me....swept by the side of my bed...moved the comforter....f elt my arm....and got on top of me...this time it was different from many times..it was just like in the movies...it dragged me...off my bed..i could feel it..i could see it..from the corner of my eyes i see my bedroom door opening...im screaming for my  mom to help me..i scream NYAB MOM help me...no one comes...as im being dragged off my bed....i can feel its hand...nails.. dig into my skin...im sweating...scr eaming...im like why is this different from the other many times...i try to crawl to my bedroom door....to open the door wider....all of a sudden it pulls me all the way back to my bed..throws me on my bed...gets on top of me...and gone..its gone....im finally wake up from what just happened....

i run out to the living room...sweatin g out of breath..and ask my mom and nyab why they didnt help me..

they said they didnt hear me...

one of the scariest nites for me.....

i told my mom to tie me a string..and put a knife under my pillow...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Luna_Paj on April 22, 2012, 12:16:26 PM
let's see well I've just joined but I've been reading these for a while and thought that maybe i should share a couple of my stories they're not that scary though so I apologize.

Story 1
this was probably about four years ago back when me and my family use to live at a farm, and let me tell you there wasn't a house around until like a few acres. Anyway we owned about I think 80 to 100 acres on our farm, and it's all forest all around. Getting to the story  ;D lol, I had just got done taking a shower and well our bathroom was one of those bathrooms with a lot of mirrors, before I got out of the bathroom I opened the bathroom door which shows you the hall and the hall is always dark, I turned back to the mirror and started to make silly faces. Then out of nowhere I see like a very scary face not my face at all smiling at me. I got scared, but that's not all after that it came out and walked into the hallway into my bedroom, and trust me I was so scared I didn't even want to follow it but it went to my bed and I had to get dressed so I followed it but when I entered my room it was empty.  

Story 2
this is another bathroom incident, it's very short (same house), I just got out of the bathroom and entered my bedroom, I was about to take off my towel but then I saw a little boy and he was laughing behind my exercise machine. thinking it was my little brother I screamed at him and pulled the towel that was on the exercise machine that was covering him. but as soon as I pulled it he disappeared, I dressed quickly and went into the living, asked my little brother if he was in my room he said no

Story 3
same house, this was a dream this time. in the dream my little brother and my sister was sleeping with me and the lights were on, I heard laughing at the window so I looked up and I saw two little poj dab laughing and playing outside my window I reached out my hand to close the blinds but my hand felt extra heavy in the end I closed the blinds, but they went to the other window. so I closed my eyes and prayed for Jesus to help me and there was this be flash of light before my dream ended.

I've moved from that house now and is living in a different one there's about one story to the house I live in now but that's it. there's more about that farm house to, but i'll write more later. Oh and if you were wondering idk whether i'm Christan or Shaman because when my grandmother was still alive I always went to church with her. my family is Shaman but my grandmother was Christan. I sort of believe both so don't laugh at me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 23, 2012, 11:06:40 AM
Luna, ur 1st story tat was quite a freaky one. Tat wat ever thing you said walked out N down to ur bedroom. Holy crap. Just a few ? Was it just a dark figure or did you see the detail?. I'm kinda like you i believe in God, but my parents went back to the old ways, you know tat table on the wall with the horns, paper money. Idk wat it's call or even know how to spell it.
Anyways living @ the farm is scarey stuff. Cum back N tell us more if you can.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Luna_Paj on April 23, 2012, 08:09:35 PM
Luna, ur 1st story tat was quite a freaky one. Tat wat ever thing you said walked out N down to ur bedroom. Holy crap. Just a few ? Was it just a dark figure or did you see the detail?. I'm kinda like you i believe in God, but my parents went back to the old ways, you know tat table on the wall with the horns, paper money. Idk wat it's call or even know how to spell it.
Anyways living @ the farm is scarey stuff. Cum back N tell us more if you can.

I saw detail she was in a bathrobe just like me the only difference was she had a towel around her head it was pretty scary. Yeah and farms are somewhat scary, but I think the city is scarier in a way cause i've moved with my family again and where in the city this new house where in i got some pretty well scary to me might not be to u but it was scary i'll tell that later when i got time.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 24, 2012, 03:34:45 PM
Speaking bout all these gett'n sat on..i just got sat on in the living room. Me N my 3yrs old was in the living room watching popeye. We were in the sleeping bag, my boy was watch..i started to dose off. All of a sudden i saw tis black figure came from the hall. It jumped ontop of me. I said crap. So i started to swing my arms N bitting. But i had my boy next to me. So the second thought was shyt were's my sword. As i fought it i opened my eyes and saw noting. I was like shyt did tat just happened.
I'll got into detail, later. Gotta pick up kid from school.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on April 24, 2012, 03:53:04 PM
Speaking bout all these gett'n sat on..i just got sat on in the living room. Me N my 3yrs old was in the living room watching popeye. We were in the sleeping bag, my boy was watch..i started to dose off. All of a sudden i saw tis black figure came from the hall. It jumped ontop of me. I said crap. So i started to swing my arms N bitting. But i had my boy next to me. So the second thought was shyt were's my sword. As i fought it i opened my eyes and saw noting. I was like shyt did tat just happened.
I'll got into detail, later. Gotta pick up kid from school.


You probably too handsome for the spiritual world or something. But likely you might need a shaman check up  :2funny: with all the sit on you got there doesn't sound normal anymore....eit her that you need lots of vitamin pills....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 24, 2012, 04:36:50 PM

You probably too handsome for the spiritual world or something. But likely you might need a shaman check up  :2funny: with all the sit on you got there doesn't sound normal anymore....eit her that you need lots of vitamin pills....

i tink tat thing hasn't gone compeletly but still lingers, but wen i have my sword next to me. It's fine.  Anyways like i said before. I saw it cum out from the hall way. Wen i was fight'n it it felt like 30 sec. Only. But tat was enough to get me up for a while.  Check on shaman. IDK but if it keeps on doing it i'll have to have it look @. Who knows. I might have a feeling of who it might be, but tat just my opinoin.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on April 26, 2012, 11:46:21 AM
So there was this one night when a few friends and I decided to have a bonfire in one of my friends backyard. His back yard is basically like a forest, since there's nothing there other than trees all around. Anywho, it was around 11pm when we decided to have this bonfire.
As the fire started, we just chilled and started rambling on about nonsense. About half an hour into the bonfire, 3 of my friends and I saw something white, with red eyes swinging back and forth from branch to branch with a smile just staring at us. None of us said anything, since we didn't want to scare anyone.
At first, I thought I was the only one who saw it until one of my friends suggest that we all go inside. Without putting out the fire, we just left. (Fire wasn't big, so we thought it would just die down on its own.)
About 5 minutes after we were back inside the house, this cop came walking by and was looking at our small bonfire. One of my friends and I decided that we should go talk to him and tell him everything was alright, and that we were coming back out anyways.
The cop just told us to kill the fire, so we did as we were told. As I was putting out the fire, the cop told me to stop and had my friend do the rest. When we finished, we went inside as the cop left. We were talking about it with our friends and they thought everything went great because they all heard my friend laughing out loud as if we were having fun.
Strangely, we weren't laughing at all. And the cop somehow already knew my name as well as my friend without us telling him. (the one who put out the fire with me.)
We thought it was super odd and the fact that we didn't even see the cop car in front of the house when my friends went to go check as my other friend and I were outside.

This story isn't that scary, but it was interesting.. I never want to have another bonfire in the woods again after that happened.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Siabdub on April 26, 2012, 02:03:06 PM
Miss8, just reading that got my back hair standing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 27, 2012, 02:18:27 PM
miss8
thats sent chills down my spine when you said he knew your names and your friends heard laghter
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on April 27, 2012, 02:59:25 PM
A bit confusing but very odd..as to why a cop showed up.if you gals were out in the back yard with nothing but forest. Un your veiw. Why/how would a cop show up. The fact that, that thing was swinging back N forth smiling @ you peeps. If tat was me..i'll be like K, time to go in..A-sap. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on April 28, 2012, 09:36:59 PM
A bit confusing but very odd..as to why a cop showed up.if you gals were out in the back yard with nothing but forest. Un your veiw. Why/how would a cop show up. The fact that, that thing was swinging back N forth smiling @ you peeps. If tat was me..i'll be like K, time to go in..A-sap. Lol

Honestly, we don't know how the cop even knew about the bonfire. My friend doesn't have anyone living next to them, because those houses are still up for sale.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on April 28, 2012, 09:37:33 PM
So i had a dream last night about a zombie apocalypse! It was one of them most interesting dreams I've had in a while. It's hard to remember what happened, but all I remember is being trapped inside my house with the family. For some reason, my father was outside in the back yard talking on the phone.
My siblings and I kept yelling at him to come back inside the house, since it wasn't safe outside. But he just looked at us and kept talking on the phone. All of a sudden, the door slammed shut on us. We all ran and looked out the window and saw that my father hung himself right outside of the door. We were all scared shitless, because we didn't know why our father would do such a thing.
As days went on, we kept seeing our father outside of the house, knocking on the door, and asking to come in.
Unfortunately, that's all I could remember. I wish I could've recorded my dream so I could watch it. :\
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on April 30, 2012, 03:19:16 PM
Okay...
I think a couple years ago,my sister, my bil, and my two younger nephews lived in an apartment in St.Paul or watever and that apartment have like 4 and ther's another one that have 4 apts too.. so they lived in Apt #2...they moved there from the upper level which is apt#4  to apt 2. So one weekend.. my two sis went to sleep at my sister's apt and that nite my nephew  will just be pointing to the  nightlight and scared the crap outta my sis them.. and he would walk down  all back and fourth not wanting to go to sleep.. and this made my sister them "IRRATING"" LOL i dunno how to spell tat well yea the next day my older sis #2 went and put the pan on the stove and went to watch tv and when my big sister # 1 came she said why did my sis put on the stove and did not watch it because it was burning  and my sis #2 was like WTF?? how did tat happen? i did not even turn on the stove..
yea.. so later tat nite.. my sis#1 was sitting on the sofa when she saw a shadow pass by her cuz it was kinda dark and light so she saw it and it was a BLACK KID like my age-- (KID age) and it was a GUY! so.. she was like na..idgaf...so .. my 2 year old nephew's eyelids were growing big and covering his eye so yea the ghost did that so me  and my older brother had to say get away or spit at it and i was like so scared so.. that night my nephews stayed over at our house and my bils planned about the move out and when ur moving ur not supposed to be saying we're moving or shit..so yea when they moved their ass out.. my other sis -- lets name her Mai came and helped them also her hus..my sis #2 and my sis#1 and her hus took thier shits out.. so the guys were inside getting the stuff and my sises were putting the stuff in the cars and when they were putting it away.. all they can smell is ROTTEN SHITS! urgh omg scaring the crap outta me LOL! so they ignored it and when they were in the car they can still smell the thing so yea my sis they stayed with us untill they found a house but yea i still got more about my family! there are a few about my house, my mom's and yea tats it
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on April 30, 2012, 03:41:21 PM
Okay..... My house now..
in the old days when boys were becoming 'GANGSTERS"... btw i was like5 or something at that time so yea.. my big bro would always come home late at nite and ur not suppose to anyway.. he didnt have a key so he would always get inside my sis's which early i say Mai..so yea she would always be opening the window for him so one day my uncles from my dad's side was saying what should we do when my big bro turns 18, to my parents so they decided to hu plig on that day so he turned 18 and when they were done..my sis them were in the basement with my parents, when my uncle who did the hu plig came and said that there was a problem that when my big bro came home late at nite.. two ghost followed him home and one was good and one was bad.. the good one wanted to be my big bro's friend cuz the good ghost always see my big bro crys and is lonley but for the bad ghost.. it wanted to keep my bro..and then Mai was scared.. so suddenly my uncle said where is the older daughter? My mom and my dad was like WAT?? she's married! and then he said no.. not that one..the one that always help my big bro..so my mom said Mai? so my sis looked at them all scared siad wat happen? so then my uncle said that since my sis always help my big bro she would have to be careful cuz everytime she helped my big bro get out of the window, the bad ghost will see it and get mad and it wanted to hurt my sis from protecting my big bro.. so my uncle ask my sis wat she is doing that week.. and she said.. im going to practice driving so he said to my big bro and my sis that they should stay home in two weeks cuz if my big bro goes somewhere.. my sister will get in trouble and u can not stop it so he told my sis not to go practice driving and my sis said why so my uncle said if she go then something horrible will kill her when she is driving and u cant do watever to stop it..so my big bro stayed for 1 in a half week and went back to wat he was doing so my sis yelled at him not to go but my big bro was being an ASS and went.. so two weeks later..my sis went to play batmitten with her friends and the teachers so when she was standing.. something hot went VROOM! pass her and she fell down and everybody hurried and asked her is she okay cuz they saw her fell down and she was crying and later they found out she will have to stay CRIPPLED leg! OMG that is so sad rite? well at that time i was being stupid so i told my sis that doesnt hurt cuz yea i was small anyway.. SHIT! i have to stop writing about my family for now cuz me and my younger sis is staying home  well its still early like 3:39 well yea im scared now .. well lucky my house have purple corn on the front and back door cuz it scared away dab and we have spirits protecting us from dab...im so FREAAK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: asianchick on April 30, 2012, 07:32:32 PM
Welll i have quite a lot but its kinda messed up cuz mi brain... well anyways, ill tell u one of em. mi mom and dad built a new house. we slept there for the frst time. next day, me and mi sister decided to play hide and seek. i was the seeker and i had to find her. well, i went searching every where for her except the garage. i couldnt find her so i went to the garage. (it was mi first time entering a garage) WEn i opened the door and went inside the garage, sometthing black popped up the boxes in the corner. it was like the grudge cuz the head was all black and i was sure it was staring at me. well it scared the crap out of me. i ran straight across the other door. wen i came back to the livin room, i saw mi sister sittin on the couch.. i asked her if it was her in the garage but she said no. i didnt tell mi mom. then like about 6-7 years later, i told mi mom. she said nothing to  worry about. after that, mi mom went to our cousin who can see wuts the spiritual problem for mi older sister's dream. he told mi mom to do ua neej(a trance) for mi older sister, mi older brother,and me. Now mi mom is like asking me wut happened and did i ever see a ghost. i was like err.. and yea
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JazzBootz on May 02, 2012, 03:46:00 AM
damns y'all Hmong ppl in the US don't go to school or something?
 
I struggled trying to read the last few stories!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on May 02, 2012, 01:52:45 PM
 O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on May 02, 2012, 02:07:50 PM
damns y'all Hmong ppl in the US don't go to school or something?
 
I struggled trying to read the last few stories!

People are shivering when they type ok.... :knuppel2:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: asianchick on May 02, 2012, 06:13:35 PM
Sak, dude you're as crazy as I am about sleeping with sword LOL. I had similar encounter when I was younger get jump on but somehow I managed to kill whatever trying to jump on me every night. Do not try this LOL, I used a old knife holding stright up while I was sleeping. That thing come and try to sleep on me not sit. I can feel the knife went right into it guts. The thing got up and disappeared ever since none try to sit on or sleep on top of me. If you want to hold something straight up while sleeping don't use sharp object, use wooden sword or dagger much safer.

Everyonce in a while that thing still comes around but not trying to get ontop of me rather try to sleep next to me too bad but my wife is on the other side of the bed. If she isn't there then I get harrassed but the thing but I fight off every sigle time, kicking and punching. I try not to use real sword instead of wooden sword. Because my kids sometime wake up in the middle of the night come to talk to me but about there nightmare.

While back I took some monk amulets (the little buddha you found at fleat market) from my brother, these things has been blessed by the monk in Laos. I place them in my bed room closet, my oh my, almost even night I feel like someone is standing right next to my bed. I got goosebump all over, can't sleep at all. And dreams about bad spirits try to come inside my house, even try to shot my family. But I managed to fight them off, a shaman said I had shaman spirits protecting me and my family but not so sure about it.

So I moved those little buddha outside of the house put them in the garage since then I do not have those creeping feeling that someone is standing next to my bed. Most people get cold feeling, but I have warm feeling instead when I feel something stand next to my bed.
Never buy those buddhas before u enchance it or wutever they call it. once, mi mom bought 3 buddhas and since we have been losing money. then we paid this woman(priest or shaman i forgot) and she did this spiritual thingy on the buddhas. ever since then, things have been much better. so like, wenever u buy those buddhas, u have to send these priest to come and do this spiritual thing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Roc on May 03, 2012, 01:47:03 AM
it's call making time.. you probably have bad time management.  ::)

Saving the .01 second it takes to hit enter or return in order to start a new paragraph right?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JazzBootz on May 03, 2012, 02:36:08 AM
it's call making time.. you probably have bad time management.  ::)


"called"....  not "call"......
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 03, 2012, 03:21:42 AM

I struggled trying to read the last few stories!

I concur!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on May 03, 2012, 12:04:46 PM
I enjoy the Bad grammar on this ghost thread, it makes the stories funny. If it doesn't scare me i atleast want to laugh. Oh and people using the iPod or phones to type of prone to bad grammar
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Fresno559 on May 03, 2012, 12:50:05 PM
LOLOL.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: exclusivecuriosity on May 03, 2012, 02:49:32 PM
 O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: asianchick on May 03, 2012, 06:44:11 PM
wow really, that gets to you?  :spam4:
-.-
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: asianchick on May 04, 2012, 09:58:28 PM
Its not a ghost story, its a dream. I heard that its bad when you dream of someone in hmong clothes or if youre the one in hmong clothes.

from wut i heard, if u dream about ppl in hmong clothes mean u r goin to die or wutsoever. mi sis dreamed about that and mi mom asked this cousin of mine. he told her about it and then we ua neej for her.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 07, 2012, 06:30:09 PM
So, does anyone know why you're not suppose to comb your hair at night?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: madeup on May 08, 2012, 06:25:09 AM
not sure, but i comb, blow dry, and straighten my hair every night. lol. never heard of anything superstitious about it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongcloth on May 08, 2012, 04:34:37 PM
So, does anyone know why you're not suppose to comb your hair at night?

Im not sure about combing but i no that u shouldnt cut ur hair at night
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 08, 2012, 06:32:04 PM
damns y'all Hmong ppl in the US don't go to school or something?
 
I struggled trying to read the last few stories!
we hmng ppl are great @ telling stories in person. But lack the story writting part. No break(s) in the sentence makes it hard to catch ur breathe. Lol plus no(.) Makes it hard to stop reading. Lol and if ur Asain enough you should be able to read. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 08, 2012, 07:49:00 PM
Im not sure about combing but i no that u shouldnt cut ur hair at night

Oh, why is that?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 08, 2012, 09:36:38 PM
So, does anyone know why you're not suppose to comb your hair at night?
don't you mean cut?, if it's cut then i might know a part of a reason= if you cut your hair @night.you know if you run into sumting strange? and your hair stands on its end.... That's your spirit telling you that sumting is near you. And if you cut it off @ night you cut off your spirit, which senses the world around you.
But if you are talking about combing your hair.... That I never heard of.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 08, 2012, 10:35:13 PM
don't you mean cut?, if it's cut then i might know a part of a reason= if you cut your hair @night.you know if you run into sumting strange? and your hair stands on its end.... That's your spirit telling you that sumting is near you. And if you cut it off @ night you cut off your spirit, which senses the world around you.
But if you are talking about combing your hair.... That I never heard of.

Strange.. I always cut my best friends hair at night.. Idk.
But someone told me you're not suppose to comb your hair at night either. Never gave me an answer why though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 09, 2012, 06:26:25 AM
Maybe if you go on youtube, N type ghost child in mirror. I think if tat's wat i tink might happen.IDK.. spooky clip.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: hmongcloth on May 09, 2012, 10:37:05 PM
Strange.. I always cut my best friends hair at night.. Idk.
But someone told me you're not suppose to comb your hair at night either. Never gave me an answer why though.
Well that's a O.G. for ya. They never tell us these things, better if we not know >:D O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 10, 2012, 09:48:19 AM
Well that's a O.G. for ya. They never tell us these things, better if we not know >:D O0
it's not tat they don't wanna tell us..it's tat we will not understand it.lol example..don't touch..and you still fo and touch. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dthoj on May 11, 2012, 12:33:46 PM
Hello everyone! I see that people still post stories on here which is a plus for me since I would like to start too. :D I love ghost stories of any kind as long as I get a scare from it….lol When i was young, my sister and i use to love listening to hmong dab neeg or real life exp. either our grandma or our mom would tell us stories of living in the old country and how scary it can be. I have a lot of stories I would love to share to everyone.

These stories are based on true events coming from Lao, Thailand and the US. These events were either told to me or my actual exp.
Here's the first story from my grandpa back in Laos.

Story 1
Back when my grandpa was still young and living in Laos, he had an uncle that just barley past away.
The uncle left behind a daughter that nobody wanted to take care of. The relatives would make her sleep alone at the farm and tend the animals alone. There would be nights where she would be crying to her deceased father telling him that nobody loves her, feeds her and cares for her and that she wishes that he was still here with her.
(*FACT 1. It is somewhat true that stepparents or foster parents do not really love step/foster childs within the Hmong Community  *FACT 2. In Hmong culture you should NEVER cry and call for the deceased) After that she got really really sick until one day she finally passed away. After her death the village started to see a little girl walking in the forest with a tiger.
(*NOTE – In the Hmong culture elders use to say that in some Hmong clans; when a person dies, they are known to form or their spirit would become a tiger.)My grandpa believed that the reason why his cousin passed away was probably because the uncle was upset that no one took care of his child. So he took it upon his own hands and took his child’s spirit. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: lilly on May 11, 2012, 02:55:43 PM
Great stories!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 11, 2012, 03:12:27 PM
Very sad indeed. But very true, reason is that there will be another mouth to feed, plus kids with no parents are a burnden to them..but wen the it's time to get marry, the foster parents charge a heck outta the hubby aide, saying we took care of her(even thou half the time she is a slave for 'em) we did and that so we want what's ours back.. greedy ass hmng ppl.. i have a few friends who lost thier parenys @ a tender age.. and we hmng ppl say we have LOVE...cum on.. get the fk outta here..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: iSpink on May 11, 2012, 09:31:37 PM
Hello everyone! I see that people still post stories on here which is a plus for me since I would like to start too. :D I love ghost stories of any kind as long as I get a scare from it….lol When i was young, my sister and i use to love listening to hmong dab neeg or real life exp. either our grandma or our mom would tell us stories of living in the old country and how scary it can be. I have a lot of stories I would love to share to everyone.

These stories are based on true events coming from Lao, Thailand and the US. These events were either told to me or my actual exp.
Here's the first story from my grandpa back in Laos.

I called out to my deceased grandma many times and she never came and got me :(

Story 1
Back when my grandpa was still young and living in Laos, he had an uncle that just barley past away.
The uncle left behind a daughter that nobody wanted to take care of. The relatives would make her sleep alone at the farm and tend the animals alone. There would be nights where she would be crying to her deceased father telling him that nobody loves her, feeds her and cares for her and that she wishes that he was still here with her.
(*FACT 1. It is somewhat true that stepparents or foster parents do not really love step/foster childs within the Hmong Community  *FACT 2. In Hmong culture you should NEVER cry and call for the deceased) After that she got really really sick until one day she finally passed away. After her death the village started to see a little girl walking in the forest with a tiger. [/i][/color]
(*NOTE – In the Hmong culture elders use to say that in some Hmong clans; when a person dies, they are known to form or their spirit would become a tiger.)My grandpa believed that the reason why his cousin passed away was probably because the uncle was upset that no one took care of his child. So he took it upon his own hands and took his child’s spirit.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dthoj on May 12, 2012, 11:27:48 AM
Story 2
This story was told to me from my mom when she was living in Thailand.
This was around the time of the Vietnam War in the 70’s. My mom’s family moved into an actual house (not made of wood) that had a lot of history to it. Before they moved in, her parents had a Buddha cleanse the house to rid of all the spirits in the house. He had a white string/cloth/rope or something in that nature to tie around the whole house. Supposedly it was to stay that until a certain time. As we all know some Hmong children are naughty when it comes to things that involve rituals and culture, for example funerals (I have a great story for that soon). My mom had a big brother that was adopted before they were born. He was Laotian and somewhat of a naughty young child. They were all playing in the house after the cleansing and by accident he tripped over the white string. My mom use to say that the house had a very uncomfortable feeling to it. On top of that, the house still had pictures from the previous owner all over the wall. She said that the pictures didn’t look very happy and as if they can see you and watches your every move. When night falls my mom’s dad (grandpa) would like to sit outside and study. (He was teaching himself how to speak in different dialects for when they begin their journey to either America or France). One very hot night when my mom was about to fall asleep, she heard a very faint voice calling her name asking for a cup of water. The first time she thought she was just hearing things and went back to sleep. Again she heard the voice calling her but this time the voice was more prominent. My mom quickly got up and told the voice that she was coming. To her she knowledge, she thought it was her dad calling her outside the house, but as she approached her dad with the water, he became confused. Turns out he never called her name or asked for water, and as for the voice she thought was her dad…was never revealed to who or what it was. My mom believed that because her step brother tripped over the white string, that maybe the spirits never left.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 17, 2012, 07:20:21 AM
I have one, it's not scary though.

A couple of months ago, my bf and I moved in to live with his mom.  A month ago before we moved out, I was in the bedroom watching movie and the door was lock cause I didn't want his neices to come and bother me.  I just wanted to enjoy a quiet Saturday afternoon watching K-drama..lol.
I was watching the drama and just laying in bed when all of a sudden the light just turns on.  The light in the room is not the one where you flip it up and it turns on.  It's the ones you have to twist to get it to turn on.  I couldn't figure out how it turned on and it scared the crap out of me.  I just got up, turned off the tv and went downstairs to watch tv with my bf's brother and neices.

My bf has told me stories about his house and stuff he's seen there.  I'm so thankful we no longer live there.  I will have to post up a few stories he told me about his parents house.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 17, 2012, 08:03:10 AM
My bf also told me that when he was married to his ex wife and at that time they lived with his parents.  They were in the kitchen and she was cooking and no one was home.  He said all of a sudden the light in the kitchen just turns on and off and back on.  They finish their cooking and went to their room to eat and didn't say anything.  He told me they didn't have the light on when they were cooking. 

There was one he told me that when his grandma was still alive and she lived with them.  She was sitting in the livingroom and there was a knock at the door.  She opens it and my bf's Uncle comes inside, she's talking to him, but he just ignores her and goes straight to the lower level basement.  My bf comes down from his room and ask her, who was she talking too.  She said I was talking to your Uncle and he just ignores me and goes downstairs.  My bf went downstairs and didn't find anyone and came back upstairs and told his Grandma that he didn't even see anyone down there and there is no car out in the parking lot.  She swore she saw him and that he didn't look like a ghost.  They called his Uncle and his Uncle told her that he was still at work and he didn't come over to the house.  Super creepy!

Another one he told me was a couple of yrs after his divorce.  He was sleeping in his room and he saw this old lady kind of grandma like, peeping into his room through the door cause he left the door slightly open.  He kind of got creeped out and he just closed his eyes.  When he opened it again she was gone.  He told me that's why he doesn't like to keep the doors open at night at his moms house.

My bf's always telling me back when we first started dating that he always feels like someone is chasing or following him when he's about to leave and walk out the front door.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 17, 2012, 02:59:42 PM
Motsue,
R U sure you weren't watch the other K drama..lol sounds fishy.lol guess tat's wat you get for watch the other
 K-drama...shyt seeing an astro body of ur uncle cum'n into the house..tat's freaky..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 17, 2012, 09:31:27 PM
Lol..saki saki no I don't like watching the other k movies.  😊
There house is in a nice neighborhood, the house inside is always cold even in the summer.  If you are there by yourself, you feel like something is looking at you.  Even his mom refuse to sleep in her room, if his dad is not home.  I think I know why now, that's the room I was sleeping in when the lights turn on by itself.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 17, 2012, 09:55:59 PM
My bf's niece always wake up in the middle of the night.  I think she is just sleep walking, but there was one night when we still live at his parents house, I woke up and my bf sis was in the bathroom upstairs, so I went downstairs to use the one downstairs.  His sis turned off the lights in the hallway, when I got out of the bathroom the lights were off.  I climb the stairs and turned on the lights.  I looked up and his neice was standing right by our bedroom door smiling at me.  She sleeps downstairs with her mom and she was not there when I got up.  I was only in the bathroom not even more than 3 mins and my bf sis said she didnt see her there.  She turned off the lights and then I came out.  I don't know how she got up there without me hearing her parents door open, since their door creaks when it opens.  Freaked me out and I just yelled at her and told her to go back downstairs.


The next night it happen to my bf's sis.  She was in the bathroom and decided to sleep in the living room for the night.  She went downstairs and looked at the couch and put her blankets over her and turned off the lights.  Then not even a min, she hears something moving on the other couch.  She uses the light on her cell to see what it was and she was scared as hell.  She didn't see anything nor hear anything.  So she went back to sleep, then she heard it again.  She turned on the lights and that same neice is sleeping on the other couch with the blanket over her.  His sister swore she wasn't there when she turned off the lights and did not hear her open her parents door and didn't hear her walking upstairs either.  My bf sis said the neice was KO.

We told my bf SIL, about her kid sleep walking.  She didn't believe us.  So for the past couple of weeks after the incident my bf's neice woke up to sleep walk every night.  Scared the crap out of her mom, cause her mom would be up watching tv and she would get up go climb into her sis bed or go climb the rocking chair in the bedroom.  Idk if she still does that, but when she sleeps over at our place she doesn't sleep walk.

Sorry this story is so long and not even a ghos story.  Sorry it's not scary either, but sure scared me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 17, 2012, 10:12:59 PM
I have another one, when I was still living at my old apt before we move in with my bf's mom.  His neice the same one was taking a bubble bath and I was folding clothes in the bedroom.  My bf's son was in the living room playing games.  All of a sudden she starts calling for me.  She tells me that she saw monster up in the ceiling and she doesn't want to take bubble bath anymore.  I asked her where and she pointed to the ceiling.  It scared me, but I just told her to tell monster to go away.  She said that a couple times and went back to playing in her bubbles.


My bf said when she was younger she use to say Aunty is hear and it would just be him, her twin sis and just her.  My bf said sometimes he would catch her talking to something, but he doesnt think anything, cause he thought she is just playing.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 17, 2012, 10:17:27 PM
My bf told me one time he had a dream this poj dab grab his heart and it scared him so bad he woke up.  He said he can feel this pain in his heart.  I told him maybe he is having a heart attack.  He said no, it feels like someone was squeezing his chest.

My bf attracts ghost, cause he is always telling me he sees things or tell me if I can go turn on the lights, but won't tell me why.

One day I was up got ready to go to work and it was 6 am.  I didn't leave yet, but turned off the lights and was in the livingroom trying to turn on my computer.  I hear this scream from our bedroom and I run in and turn on the lights.  I asked him if he was all right?  He said that he saw this black shadow after I turned off all the lights.  He saw it climb on the bed and got on top of him.  He couldn't move and that's when he screamed.  Luckily I didn't go to work yet cause when I turned the lights on, the ghost disappear.  That apt was really a bad place, I felt suicidal and depress living there.  I don't feel like that with our new place, just would like more closet space.  😜
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 17, 2012, 10:37:47 PM
We use to live at these other apt near a railroad track.  I never saw anything, but my bf said one night he saw an lady facing our bedroom closet with long black hair.  He was scared, so he just closed his eyes.  When I live there I always felt sad, like I was longing for my kids, even though I didn't have any kids yet.  Once we moved out I didn't feel that way anymore.

I did feel like there was a lady who hung herself in the closet, cause I always have this feeling like i need to close the closet before I go to bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xdlover20 on May 17, 2012, 11:23:25 PM
hello this story happened to me and it was freaky but anyway here it is One night :o when my brothers and sisters didnt want to sleep with me only my brother but he went to sleep then in the middle of the night a bang woke me up and was coming from my sisters closet and i was facing it too  :o . then i was to scare to look at it but i had to,then when i looked at it the closet door was moving hard and i was like OH SHIT! but my brother didnt even wake up, i was so terrified and was paralyzed and couldnt move at all and it stoped like for 5 seconds and then i rubbed my eyes and took a better look and there was a black face in the closet!!!!!  >:D ,i couldnt see the whole body because it was to dark but i took almost all night terrified :o to ignore it. in the morniong  i checkd in the closet but nothin was there. i was hella freaked iout bros..
         Written by little bro
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: xdlover20 on May 17, 2012, 11:24:03 PM
:) This is my first time writing so if it's not scary i apologize. This happened a few months ago when my parents were away. My sister was talking on the phone late at night and since she didnt want to bother us (we were sleeping) she went to sleep in my parent's room. It was at 1 am or somethin my sister was facing the door and there was a space for one more person behind her. She felt a tug at her shoulder but she thought it was nothin and brushed it off. A little later there was another tug now she was freaking out. She said it felt like a child tugging her shirt as if it wanted something. She was frozen with fear. She didnt want to look bak to see wat or who it was. So she fell asleep. (if it was me i would.ve ran out). There is another incident with tat room. My neighbors came over to visit and they had a baby that was like 2 or 3. He kept walking upstairs into my parent's room and looking behind the door like something was there. It creeps me out. that room gives me a creepy vibe like something is staring at you when you pass it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 18, 2012, 04:59:48 PM
Lol..saki saki no I don't like watching the other k movies.  😊
There house is in a nice neighborhood, the house inside is always cold even in the summer.  If you are there by yourself, you feel like something is looking at you.  Even his mom refuse to sleep in her room, if his dad is not home.  I think I know why now, that's the room I was sleeping in when the lights turn on by itself.
tat reminds me of my old mt.airy place..shtt the hall wall to upstairs always sooo dark. Even wen you have all the doors open.. i mean you gotta have the hallway light turn on day N night..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 18, 2012, 05:40:59 PM
motsue,
You make it sound like ur BF/Hubby is one hot dude to be attracted by so many ghost.lol
Aaaa little kids, gotta love 'em.. they do the spookiest things to us. lol..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 18, 2012, 05:44:19 PM
xdlover20
You were prob, having the same sense as I do.. You were gett'n sat on, but ur spirit saw it 1st. Thous you were prepare to face it.. Or am I wrong.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on May 18, 2012, 06:53:28 PM
Back then when my nephew's about 3 yrs old, he would always want to come over and spend nights with his uncle (me). Now my sis and BIL lives out of town but almost every weekend i would go pick him up to spend the weekend with me. Nothing happened and he will always be alone in my room playing with his toys i got him, then one day while he was in my room and I was in the living room watching tv, I heard a really loud cry, like something had scared him and he's freak out. I jump up from the couch and ran towards my room but met  him in the hallway running out of my room still crying out loud. He ran straight to me and hid his face in my chest while I try to comfort him. I didn't know what had happen so I took him back to the couch and sat down. As I try to move his head from my chest so I can ask him what he saw, he looked right at the wall behind me, right above my head and cry even louder. Then as if whatever that was there moved, his eyes chase after it looking all around the living room crying even louder. I myself got freak out cause I didn't know what to do to calm him down so I started B*tching out loud. Then as if that thing came in front of me or something I can see my nephew's eyes chase after it and stops right when he faced me. We looked at eachother for a good second or so and then his eyes rolled back and he blacked out. We called the ambulance and after about an hour later and some IV, he's concious again. He still comes and sleep over here and there after that but I do notice he will never go in my room alone anymore. Of course that was about 10 yrs ago already, however, even now (he's 12 now) when he comes over, he still will not go in my room alone. When ask to go get something from my room, he'll go, open the door, look in but if there's no one in there, he'll just come back and say "I don't want to". He's a smart kid so I know he won't say anything but I know he saw something that day that I didn't. However, so far the wifey and I haven't seen anything unusual  in our room....  *Knock on wood*
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 18, 2012, 09:25:07 PM
So recently, there has been about 4-6 stray cats coming around my sister/brother's house. They usually show up at night and it drives the pit bill crazy! She's barking non stop! What's the meaning behind cats coming around?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on May 19, 2012, 03:05:58 AM
JDH did you guys ever ask your nephew what he saw? Or does he not feel like talking about it?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 19, 2012, 11:48:20 AM
motsue,
You make it sound like ur BF/Hubby is one hot dude to be attracted by so many ghost.lol
Aaaa little kids, gotta love 'em.. they do the spookiest things to us. lol..

Lol...saki saki he probably is to the ghosts.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 19, 2012, 11:59:13 AM
When I was still living in Stockton with my parents.  I use to work at the nursing home 3rd shift.  I forgot what the nursing home is called but anyways one night I was completing my patients chart and I hear the door bell ring.  I ask the nurse did they want me to go check they said go ahead.  I checked but no one was out there.  It was funny how the nurses didn't care that the doorbell ring.  They usually lock the front doors at night cause they don't want the patients walking out.  My coworker told me that some of the nurses don't want to talk about it, but the door bell rings sometimes and no one would be there.  My mom told me that my grandpa stay there for a week when he was sick and going to past away.  He said he saw things and refuse to stay there alone.  So my dad took him out after only a week there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 19, 2012, 01:52:40 PM
Aaaah kids/ppl now a days....lets ship them old ppl to the nurse'n home.lol tat's why wen i get old.. my kids will most likely ship my grumpy old azz to the old folks home.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on May 19, 2012, 02:58:16 PM
@Chingy, yes, i've asked him a few time through out all these years and still all he does was shrugged his shoulder at me. So I'm sure he just doesn't want to talk about it. However, just curious to see if he really saw something or not, like I've mentioned, I've purposely asked him to go get me things out of the room while no ones in there before and he wouldn't do it, even that he's 12 already. There has been a couple times wheré we're both in there and while he's on my computer playing game, I just left out of the room quietly to seeif he'll stay in there alone and nope, give him just enough time where he notice you're gone and he'll be running out after you with his game still going on the computer haha. So yeah as I've mentioned, I'm sure he saw something that day that I didn't and even still remember it till now. Cause like I've said even at 3 yrs old, he's a very smart baby, talking like an adult already and hardly ever cry especially when he's with me, but that cry and his reaction that day was just so scary to the point where he blacked out and as an adult at that time, even I got scared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on May 19, 2012, 03:36:22 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on May 19, 2012, 06:06:02 PM
Since it's pretty dead, let me share of a hunting story that happens last hunting season of 2011. My pop and I were out squirrel hunting on a weekend. We came upon a dirt road where a buddy once told me of a water hole which him and his dad use to hunt when he was younger. So we decided to look for the water hole and sure enough I found it by how my buddy described the spot. There was the hidden water hole about 50ft down hill from the dirt road so we set out waited for the squirrels. Unluckily, about an hour pass and there's no sign of squirrels anywhere. I got tire of the spot so I told my pop for him to stay there and I'mma head back up to the dirt road and hunt along it. About 10 mins later, I heard his shotgun fired once and thought "hey, lucky him, that's 1 for sure". Two hours passed by, still no sign of squirrels or gunshot from my pop anymore so I thought I'll just head back and we'll leave since there's nothing there. I got back to my truck which was park on the dirt road right above where the water hole was. I whistle a couple time telling my pop I'm there, no answer back. So I called out to him "TXIV" (dad). Still no answer, then I got this funny feelling and started towards the water hole. As I took a few loud foot steps, I saw movements about 15ft from where my pop was sitting before I left. I called out again "Txiv"? And boy, what I saw was not my dad, it was a brown bear, I say about 200lbs, not too big but still it's a bear. It turned towards me and I can see it was eating, there's a long string of intestine hanging out of it's mouth. Oh man, that time my heart just dropped, I frozed there. I wanted to kill that bear but I couldn't move, my whole body was shaken up, I couldn't do anything, then quickly, the bear dashes away into the woods. I finally got my legs back to work and walked over to where the bear was. I didn't want to look, my heart was pounding so hard, then I got there, I looked. WTF, it was a dead doe that was eaten up by the bear only. I got my energy back but where's my dad???
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 19, 2012, 06:47:21 PM
JDH, sumtimes i just wanna slap 'em ladies.. they say the studipest tings without thinking.. you know wat i mean..like the time my wife got mad @ me and said "she'll call her past away dad to cum in hunt me, dam that night i got sat on 4 real".. tink b-4 u haha...or sumting real might happen.. Ladys..tisk tisk tisk.....!!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on May 19, 2012, 07:32:10 PM
Sorry I had to run some errands real quick. Anyways, back to the story. I looked to the spot where he was before I left but he wasn't there. Blood rushed through my whole body one more time and this time l literally scream out "Txiv!!!". Then I heard foot steps crushing leaves and twigs to the right of me. I looked and here's my dad coming out from behind a big pine tree. I was so happy to see him again at the same time mad as f*ck . I ran to him and asked "why didn't you answer me? Kuv twb xav tias ntshe koj mag dais dua ceg tag lawm no. Ua kuv poob plig tag li na". He just laugh and said to pack up and leave, so we did. As we were on our way home he told me the reason why he didn't answer me. I guess when you're out and about in the woods, you're not supposed to call out or answer to calls if you can't see the person. He said he heard me the whole time but I couldn't see me so he just kept it quiet. Just to be on the bright side you don't want something out there to answer you, let alone answer to them cause once you do, well, you guys already what will happen from all these stories in here. The bear? Well, he/she's just another bear looking for food and it happened to just be there. The gun-fire tho, haha yeah my dad fired it when he first saw the bear, not intened to hit it but to scare it away and it worked but a few mins later it just came right back and when my dad notice it was only coming for the dead doe, he just left it alone. Sorry I know this one is not a ghost stories but  it sure did gave me a good kick out of it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: JDH on May 19, 2012, 07:56:57 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 19, 2012, 09:51:39 PM
JDH, not to be diss'n but i'm glad she,had it on her be half. gett'n mad over so little BS.. cruse'n b 4 tink'n..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Evelynn on May 20, 2012, 12:56:54 AM
OMG....Motsue ....it's 10:53pm and I was going to run to the grocery store, because it's a last minute decision to go to Sequoia National Park for some grocery shopping and I have to drive by a train track.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: chingy-vang on May 20, 2012, 03:29:51 AM
OMG....Motsue ....it's 10:53pm and I was going to run to the grocery store, because it's a last minute decision to go to Sequoia National Park for some grocery shopping and I have to drive by a train track.

Oh shit Sequoia I'm going there tomorrow to fish Hume lake. See ya there
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 20, 2012, 01:54:29 PM
My bf told me when he was 18, his friend and him were crusing late at night by Mt Airy.  He said they both saw a Hmong old lady standing alone in the corner.  The looked and they both notice she was floating off the ground and she looked at them.  He said she had no eyes, he drove super fast out of there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 20, 2012, 02:01:23 PM
Has anyone heard about the city bus driver that picked up the ghost in St Paul?  Something like Ge picked up the ghost by that one cemetary.  I'm just wondering, my bf mention a little if this story, but refuse to tell me more.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 20, 2012, 10:25:09 PM
@Miss8, as much as I don't believe in ghost even after many encounter with the paranormal and don't believe ghost can hurt anyone, I've heard that when stray cats start gathering around a certain family's home, someone in that home is gonna get sick, and as much as I don't want to believe that too, I do, I've heard and seen few cases before , heck it happened to my own baby boy. Just September of last year, right when my baby was about to turn 1, we started getting these stray cats coming around the house, I mean they'll just sit in front of the door and run when we go in or out of the house only. I thought it was weird, I mean i can see why they would do that if we fed them or something but we don't. Not long after that while the cats are still coming around, one morning, my baby's eyes just got so swollen like he got hit over night cause it was fine the night before. We took him in to the ER and had it check, they couldn't tell us what it was since his eyes are not red or anything it's just his eye-lids that are swollen so he couldn't open his eyes. All they prescríbe us are eye-drops. Well that didn't help. So we decided to "ua neeb" just to see if that will help since he's only a baby and can't tell us what's wrong. Sure enough, after the jingling, this is what we got. A lecture from the shamon lady, due to my wife saying she didn't want a boy, instead she wanted a girl for our first baby. Well it turned out he happened to be a boy and since she said that, my baby and his nkawm niam txiv tu tu siab lawm. That's why they purposely do it to us and the cats? They're spirit leaderers, reason why thy're there? If we didn't do anything about it and leave it as is long enough, then sure enough we might even lose our baby. I almost call BS on the shamon lady at the moment but when asked my wife, she admitted she had said that before our baby was born. So she got the lecture instead of me haha @ her but yeap sure enough the cats just disappear after that and we never seeñ them since except for the few just passed by.

Well shit.. My family and I are Christians, so my brothers and sister wouldn't believe in that even if I told them..
Hopefully your wife doesn't do that anymore though!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 21, 2012, 11:12:11 PM
My bf told me when he was 18, his friend and him were crusing late at night by Mt Airy.  He said they both saw a Hmong old lady standing alone in the corner.  The looked and they both notice she was floating off the ground and she looked at them.  He said she had no eyes, he drove super fast out of there.
ask ur BF which side of mt airy did he see the float'n hmng lady? Was it by Arch St..or Orient St..if i was to look @ mt. Airy through the view from 35.. arch st would be to my rite..cuz the left side of mt. Airy..if pretty spooky..
I've had my run in and tat's the side were tat little hmng kid slid N grabed the power line and got shock...(not gonna repeat the story)...
Anyways about the bus driver...the detail is a bit setchy, but if you notice no MTC bus stops in tat area, due to the last spooky person he. pick up by the cemmy.. correct me if i'm off the story..so it went like tis..
The bus driver pick up the costumer @ the bus stop.. N she was the only person in the bus..so he looked back and saw a rotten crops, but he turn around and see tat she was a norm. Person, so he looked back from the mirror and see a rotten crops, so he call the ,HQ, about it..later the lady wanted to get off, so he stopped the bus..by the cemmy, lets her off, then he sees tat she walked straight to the cemmy..N dissappear..N i tink the driver pass out.. i remember my dad and us were driving home from my uncle's place in mcdon. I remember seen'n a cop there. Thrn the next day the Og were all talkng  about the MTC..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 22, 2012, 04:25:01 AM
I heard that Johnson pkwy was haunted also and that's why buses never drive there at night.. Or maybe it was Johnson st.. Idk I don't remember.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 22, 2012, 06:04:54 AM
I heard that Johnson pkwy was haunted also and that's why buses never drive there at night.. Or maybe it was Johnson st.. Idk I don't remember.
you mean Jackson street.. buses don't run there @ night time..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 22, 2012, 01:04:13 PM
saki saki - i'll ask my bf about mt airy...i'm glad i don't have to take the bus at night.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 22, 2012, 01:49:55 PM
saki saki - i'll ask my bf about mt airy...i'm glad i don't have to take the bus at night.
why take,the bus wen you can drive there..  i believe it's bus route #8 tat runs through jackson or was it bus 12.. it's been like ages since i step foot onto a MTC... Downtown St.Paul to Mt. Airy then to Mc don. Or rice street. lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 22, 2012, 03:04:08 PM
why take,the bus wen you can drive there..  i believe it's bus route #8 tat runs through jackson or was it bus 12.. it's been like ages since i step foot onto a MTC... Downtown St.Paul to Mt. Airy then to Mc don. Or rice street. lol

that's what i mean, i'm glad i don't have to take the bus..cause i have a car.  Still wouldn't drive by those areas at night though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 22, 2012, 03:07:47 PM

saki saki - my bf said he saw the lady near Arch St he said down the hill from the rec. center.

He also said one of his friends saw a guy riding a horse when he went to pick up a friend in Mt Airy.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 22, 2012, 03:11:45 PM
Lol i drove by tat place all the time..been do'n tat for the past 20+yrs.lol. did you know tat in tat cemmy. There's a black/whyte angle?..they say tat wen you see one, he's not who you tink it is.. i don't know if it was just urban lag.
But back in my old days, there was tis hmng kid, who'll always go N karate kick sum of 'em tombstone..i don't know why..but he did pretty bad stuff. He'll break it N all..well long story short
@ the end he got shot..N was bury in tat same cemmy, where he'll go break other pass on ppl's tombstone.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: motsue on May 22, 2012, 03:12:53 PM
my bf told me that Hwy going from MN to Greenbay, WI that highway before they fixed, he said he went down there for a tournament and him and his soccer friends saw a translucent amish person standing near the highway.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 22, 2012, 03:15:47 PM
 saki saki - my bf said he saw the lady near Arch St he said down the hill from the rec. center.

He also said one of his friends saw a guy riding a horse when he went to pick up a friend in Mt Airy.
Hmmm rec. Center? By arch st?.. you mean the boys N girls club? Tats up the hill top. Unless they builded a rec there b-4 i moved out
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: FRUMTHASOUF on May 22, 2012, 04:31:58 PM
Very sad indeed. But very true, reason is that there will be another mouth to feed, plus kids with no parents are a burnden to them..but wen the it's time to get marry, the foster parents charge a heck outta the hubby aide, saying we took care of her(even thou half the time she is a slave for 'em) we did and that so we want what's ours back.. greedy ass hmng ppl.. i have a few friends who lost thier parenys @ a tender age.. and we hmng ppl say we have LOVE...cum on.. get the fk outta here..
So true. That's why in some ways, I disrespect my own Hmong people. Because of bullsh1t like that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on May 23, 2012, 12:38:55 AM
So true. That's why in some ways, I disrespect my own Hmong people. Because of bullsh1t like that.

It's not just Hmongs.  It happens to everyone.  Why are there homeless people on the street?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on May 23, 2012, 01:55:19 AM
It's not just Hmongs.  It happens to everyone.  Why are there homeless people on the street?
It's not just Hmongs.  It happens to everyone.  Why are there homeless people on the street?

Never give a homeless guy brownies.. He'll most likely throw them at you!:(
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: voiceofreason on May 23, 2012, 12:17:40 PM
Aaaah kids/ppl now a days....lets ship them old ppl to the nurse'n home.lol tat's why wen i get old.. my kids will most likely ship my grumpy old azz to the old folks home.lol

Same here...my kids are only teenagers and they already want to send me away.  LOL  I used to hate how my mom was always on my case.  Now I'm exactly like.  hehehe
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 23, 2012, 10:40:47 PM
Oh yo.. no wonder ur mane is Oh yo..lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on May 24, 2012, 01:15:23 AM
True story:

Went to visit my uncle out of town. Was offered to sleep in his basement. Went to sleep then I kept feeling like something was looking at me. I'm not someone who's afraid of the dark or sleeping by myself or anything but just that night gave me the chills. I felt like something kept staring at me. Uncomfortable, I told my uncle I'd spend the night at a friend's house. Truth was, I didn't know anyone else from that town so I went to sleep at a motel instead. All was clear there. The next morning I went back to ask my uncle, "Did anyone ever pass away in this house?" He tells me, "Odd you should ask, my wife passed away in the basement a few years back."

I never went back. I was told never to talk about these things in the dark so that's why I waited til daylight to ask him.

What a uncle he was. Why in the basement???Is the basement living room like or no? That is some scary stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on May 24, 2012, 08:25:05 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 24, 2012, 01:48:56 PM
He had a small house, all the other rooms were taken. And because the basement was finished, it looked more like a family room with a queen sized guest bed.
I knew my aunt passed away, I thought it was in the hospital. Guess I learned the hard way.
 :P
holy smokes..let me guess, ur auntie pass away in tat very same bed too.. no wonder you had tat vibe..she was prob.like who the heck is tat guy..lol spooky.. giving me the goose bumps now..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 24, 2012, 11:44:09 PM
Nuk.
Tat some wack up shyt bro.. as i was read'n ur story..it reminds me of emily rose..holy snaps..and the Doc..had no idea.. guess they only believe in sciene. Not the paramonal...bt w the neeg stuff musta cost a ton of moola if it was tat long..tats a huge neeg...i hope ur sis is better..
Tats why i always scare to places tat i'm not aware off.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 24, 2012, 11:58:38 PM
My wife told me tat on you tube. They did a,study of sleep tingy..they have 5 paets bout 9min each..
Sleep par.sumting.. look it up..and cum back N tell us here..i'm a wimp..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: skribblez on May 25, 2012, 02:44:57 AM
My wife told me tat on you tube. They did a,study of sleep tingy..they have 5 paets bout 9min each..
Sleep par.sumting.. look it up..and cum back N tell us here..i'm a wimp..
Sleep paralysis-sleeping disorders lack thereof...tech nically what americans cant explain..
Caused by alot of health n genetic issues....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on May 25, 2012, 10:19:09 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: savang916 on May 25, 2012, 01:56:03 PM
Thanks to Saki Saki I now know how to post here lol....(I'm such a noob)
Anyways I have a lot of stories involving me, my family, and friends. I'll start with the first memory that I could remember.

When I was very young(before I even started school around the age 3 or 4) my first encounter was in the first house I ever lived in since I was born. It was a very old house with a flat roof, three bedrooms, one bath, and a garage that doesn’t even open for a car to get in(weird right?). Well it was a night were everyone stayed up late watching TV, we stayed up till around 1am or 2am. Soon everyone got tired and went into their rooms except one of my older sister and me. We wanted to sleep in the living room so later we can wake up to watch the really good cartoons that comes on in the morning. I could hear my older brother putting on his SNE game system to play in his/our room, it’s the first room to the right of the hallway and it faces the entrance of the kitchen from the hallway.
We slept with our heads facing towards the wall. This wall has the hallway to the rooms to the right and the kitchen entrance to the left, when you walk into the kitchen it goes and connects to the hallway so you can walk in a circle. My sister slept next to the hallway and I slept next the kitchen entrance. Well when the lights went out me and my sister laid there not even for five minutes, we heard some footsteps coming from the end of the hallway like somebody was dragging their feet on the floor. The dragging footsteps finally reached the living room where we slept, it slowly dragged its feet over the carpet……swooooosh…..swoooosh next to my sister circling coming towards where I laid. It finally made its way right next to me on my right and stop! I just laid there knowing something was standing there looking at me, I couldn’t see anything because it was so dark , my mind started to race thinking if it was one of my other 10 siblings or was it? I thought to myself if it was one of them I try should kicking to that direction and they should let out a cry and if it wasn’t then I should kick only air because you can’t kick a ghost right? Wrong! I as soon as I kicked I kicked something and it went flying across the living room tripping and knocking over the chairs in front of the TV that we had sat earlier, I could hear my sister whispering “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, grandpa and grandma help”(the grandpa and grandma part was in Hmong).
 
Then it went silence for about a minute, all of a sudden, BAM! I was struck in the head(like how your parents would use their knuckles on their fingers to hit your head) it was so hard that it made my head jerk. I was too terrified to even cry, I just got up running to my brother’s/our room who was still up playing game while yelling out loud “GHOST! GHOST! GHOST!”(in Hmong..sorry can’t spell in Hmong lol) my sister followed letting out a scream. When I open the door my brother was still playing games sitting on his bed(his bed faces the bedroom door) my sister and I just ran and jumped onto my bed on the other side of the room leaving the door open. The light of the room was lighting up the entrance of the kitchen and in the entrance of the hallway. My brother said” what the hell? Why are you guys all yelling about?” I told him what happen. He looked out the door and didn’t see anything and said “I bet its one of the sisters” he went to the living room, turned on the lights and saw all the chairs was knocked over he circled the living room going into the kitchen back into his/our room. He then asked “did anyone run past the door when he went around?” we told him no, he was like “are you sure? You guys are lying to me, I didn’t see anyone out there” so I show him the big “o” bleeding bump on my head. He got scared and closed the door. We just sat there confused, scared, and restless not saying a word. We somehow fell asleep, when we woke up early to watch those really good cartoons in the morning all the chairs were the same as we left it as if nothing knocked them down. The day went by and nothing unusual happen until me and the same older sister  slept in the living room again that night…..


Sorry got to work will post later. Hope you guys enjoyed so far, still got a lot more.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 25, 2012, 03:33:20 PM
OMG, tat's fk up...which part of area were tis place located?MN, Cali.Wis,or NC.. cum back and post sume more..nice to see new blogs of strange things..lol yikes
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: savang916 on May 25, 2012, 05:37:22 PM
@ Saki Saki it’s in Sacramento, Ca.

Back to the story.


   Well that night we slept on the couch on the opposite side of the wall we slept the night be for. The same thing everyone got tired after a Saturday Night Live Show and when to sleep. While my sister and I slept on the same couch(we slept on opposite ends of the couch with our feet touching, it fit us because I was still short)we heard the same dragging footsteps down the hallway, only this time it stopped at the kitchen entrance of the hallway and it was quite again. A few seconds later we started to hear high heels walking back and forth in the kitchen, and it sounded like it was a little kid wearing them because of the sound it makes when it doesn’t fit right. My sister kicks me and whispers “do you hear that?” I whispered back “yes”. Then it stops walking, I was freaking by now out because of the last encounter and was thinking "it heard us and its going to get me again"!!!
   Then I heard a drawer open…………I got up and turn on the kitchen light and saw the drawer open with a knife pulled out on to the kitchen counter. I told my sister and she got up to check it out then all of a sudden the lights go out, my sister screams and I screamed out a girly cry as well. We dashed to my dad’s room(for some reason my parents don’t sleep in the same room), it’s the room all the way to the end of the hallway. As I open the door my dad was already up with the lights on, my sister and I just jumped onto my dad’s bed and he locks the door. We told him what happen and he said it was nothing and for us go to sleep in his room, but I know he knew something, why would he lock his door? My dad walks over to us and sits on the bed and then we all heard a loud thump on the door, it didn’t sound like a knock at all. My dad says in Hmong “Who is it and what do you want?”……..no answer but only another loud thump. I was going to get up and open the door but my dad lashed at me to not open it. He then pulls out some of his earplugs he has for work and up them on us and told us to sleep and he’ll stay up to watch us, he closes the light and we just laid there for who knows how long while we heard that thumping sound, this time is wasn’t too scary due to the earplugs and finally we fell asleep. My dad had stayed up all night and didn’t say a word to us, I guess he knew it was too much for him to do any little chanting he knows and had to wait it out till the morning
   When we awoke early In the morning I could hear all the uncles over with a shaman doing something. As I open the door to investigate I notice that the door had a whole lot of knife marks on it and it looked like stabbings. I asked my dad about it and he said that it was my mom and that she did it the other day because of money issues….yeah right I may be 3 or 4 yrs old but I’m not that dumb….anyways they did the shaman thing all day till dusk. When it was over I overheard the shaman tell my dad that a ghost came to see who’s kids were up all night in her house watching a box with light coming out of it the night before because it couldn’t sleep from all the noise and light that the box was making(guess the ghost was talking about the TV) and after the box died it came out to check and was kicked down by a little boy and she was only able to teach one of us a lesson so she isn’t happy so last night she tried to kick us out. So the shaman did his thing, gave an offering to her and told her go to the other side because she is dead and it is our house now because she can’t even help us pay for the house and bills and if she could help she could stay but not to bother us…..but I guess she left. The shaman then called everyone’s sprit/soul back and gave all of us that twisted snake/dragon bracelet to wear just in case because he said there are a lot of other things in this house but it is late and he will come back when he has the time, he then ties red strings to every opening that you can come in and out of the house to protect the house from unwanted visitors because he had removed them all out. After the shaman left my dad gave us an a$$ whooping and told us never to stay up late to watch TV again.
   Since then we never stayed up late watching TV and if we ever did(because we were naughty kids and never really listen)we just put the TV in one of our rooms with the volume really low just enough for us to hear. We haven’t had an encounter for a very long time until 4 or 5 yrs later my oldest brother(not the one in the story before) who just became a gangbanger then and my two older sisters started to go out late, very late………..there’s more to come.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 25, 2012, 08:36:56 PM
Dang bro, you had sum freaky encounters..gu ess i haven't heard such an encounter like urs..
And how the shaman was able to tell wat the ghost did/say..yikes.i like to stay up late myself, even online with COD.. now i'm gonna have a wierd vibe now... But at tat age to remember all the detail'n..tat even more scarey..were you dramatize...ev en @ ur age now? Do you still in the back of ur mind relive/dream of tat night?..holy crap...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on May 29, 2012, 05:00:53 PM
savang916,

thanks for sharing.  your story was funny when you mentioned that you kicked the ghost and she fell down and hit the chairs.  Gosh!  the part where you see the drawer open and the knife floating is just scary, how were you that brave to even witness such thing...my gosh!  I would've pissed my pants and cry.  Glad the ghost was not able to catch you and your sister otherwise, she would've killed both of you guys with the knife.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 30, 2012, 03:20:39 PM
Yo cum back and tell us more of ur crazy encounters..ho w long did you guys live in tat house or are you currently still live there..i 4got. Ur story is too freaky for me to even tink of re read'n it..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mynes_3 on May 31, 2012, 05:23:09 AM
I got one that happen to me just the other week. I work in a hospital night shift and this is my first encounter there.

As i was finishing up vital sign for this one room, i closed the door tight to where u hear the latch click. I then turn the comp on to chart, as i was charting i heard the door latch let loose and heard the door opening slowly. I thought it was the younger patient asking for some pain meds or for help. As i turn around, there was no one there. I was like wtf?  I peek inside the door window and then inside the room, both pt were asleep. I got freaked out a bit so i closed it shut again and left as fast as i can.

Another one. Not me but a nurse.
She went into her room to check up on her pt. Theres A and B bed but B bed is empty and the curtain is drawn shut. As she was leaving the room, she heard like someone was up sitting in a chair with both feet tapping the flOor. She asked if they needed help, no answer. She then went and check. As she open the curtain, the space was empty with nothing. She got scared and left.

Another guy was checking up on the same room some time ago and heard something. Open the curtain and saw a face real quick; fast as a blink of an eye. ever since then hell want someone to go in there with him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 31, 2012, 06:19:31 AM
Yeap..hospital s will do tat to you, tat's,why i hate sleep'n there over nite..unless i have no choice. Plus a lot of ppl pass away there too, so you never know if the bed which ur in... Is the one tat sumeone just pass on...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Mynes_3 on May 31, 2012, 06:41:02 AM
Another one that happen back in 06. My cousin and a few buddies came down to visit. On their way back everything was fine until they got to Marysville. There is a cemetery at the end of town and the road kinda curves right. As soon as they enter the road, it started raining cats and dogs and was very foggy. As they took the curve, my cousin saw a little girl sitting on the rock road barrier. He got scared and then turn the other way while closing his eye. After they pass that turn, eveything went back to normal. No more rain or fogg.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: savang916 on May 31, 2012, 01:03:57 PM
@ Saki Saki, I still have dreams of all the places I lived but not reliving any encounters, I still see or feel them in my dreams. Ever since I was born we lived there for over 15 years.

   Okay four years later my oldest bro started going out a lot because he start to gangbang.  He would come home very late around 3am or 4am in the morning to do his newspaper route and for some reason I am always wake around that time when he comes knocking the window to climb in our bedroom(the room where my other older brother sleeps in too). This one night I heard someone going through the bushes to the window, I thought it was my oldest brother, but I didn’t hear the knock he would usually do. So me being the investigator I am, I went to the window to see who it was, moved the curtains but didn’t see anyone or anything. As soon as I turned away I heard someone running across the front lawn stepping in the dried leaves. I turned my head back to see and saw a short old lady with a hump back in a raggedy dress running back and forth really fast. At this point I was only peeking through the little opening I had made from the curtains, watching this thing running back and forth as if it was looking for something. Then it stopped and looked at my direction, I was like “ohhh damn! It saw me!” So I closed the curtains all the way and ran to my bed. Then I heard banging on the window and heard my oldest brother yelling in Hmong “Hurry open up! it saw me! It saw me! Hurry!” I ran back to the window and saw my oldest brother banging the window looking back, I glanced over to what he was looking and saw the same old lady this time walking really slow torwards him with her hand out in front of her like she wanted him to come to her.
   
   I opened the window and he pushes me out of the way and jumps in trying to close the window. Before he could even close the window the old lady threw in something. He ran and turned on the lights and I ran to get my dad. When my dad came in and ask what was happening my oldest brother told him that he was on his way home and saw a really old lady chasing him, he ran as fast as he could and got home but before he knocked on the window to let us know to open it, he hid in the bushes because he didn’t want that old lady know where he lives. So he just hid hoping she would leave but she wouldn’t, she kept running back and forth looking for him until she spotted him, that’s when he started to bang on the window. I them told my dad that it threw something in, we looked around and found banana leaf covered package about the size of an adult hand. My dad picked it up and opened it and it was full of night crawler worms. He then yelled at my brother telling him in Hmong “you need to stop going out late because when you stay up late all the time ghost thinks you are one of them and show themselves to you, and when they realize that you are human, they will try to scare you or take you”. He then told us to go to sleep, I went with my dad to sleep in his room while my brother stayed up until sun rise before falling asleep. And Damn the whole time my other chubby brother slept through the whole commotion. Well more to come, sorry guys and gals I am only posting at work which I’m not supposed to do things like that lol....so it's taking awhile.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on May 31, 2012, 02:22:41 PM
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Speaking of Emily Rose, I thought that "spirit sleep on top of you" stuff only happened to Hmoob til we sat down with a couple Meeka friends and they were like "Shit, it happens to us too!"

That scene from that movie where it first takes over is freaky. Just like the real thing, whoever made that movie did their homework.
Yep it sure does happen to meeka ppl too... fact not only Meeka ppl...it happens to all races...in Meeka they call it incubus...supe r creepy...@ nuk I have a friend who went thru pretty much the same thing like ur sis but our neeb could not help her as the spirit controlling her was too strong so she had to convert to Christian...pr etty creepy world we're living in
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on May 31, 2012, 02:47:01 PM
Savang916 ur last story is hella freaky and creepy and scary all at the same time...my friend told me tat ghost are attracted to banana leaves...I don't know if that's true...did that thing ever came back?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on May 31, 2012, 09:23:31 PM
S916..OMG..lol i was do'n my garden and a rabbit jump outta from the other side.. made me jump..and the 1st ting tat pop outta my mind..was tat old lady run'n back and forth...and the bannana leaf..ahhhh... It dark over here in MN...for you it's a 4hr diff..from cali-MN..i'll be sleep'n with me samurai sword..lol


thanks alot for make'n my mind run'n wild...
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 01, 2012, 02:51:16 PM
Which one is more scary?

(http://www2.hsp.org/exhibits/Balch%20exhibits/rites/fig41.jpg)


(http://daveearly.smugmug.com/Laos-Expedition/Hmong-Baby-Funeral/Huay-Xai-Luang-Prabang-160/212296885_kzCnV-M.jpg)

(http://daveearly.smugmug.com/Laos-Expedition/Hmong-Baby-Funeral/IMG4100/212296422_sjy3m-M.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 01, 2012, 05:31:59 PM
WTF I HATE YOU REPORTER!  :'(

This is ghost stories post, dude!!!

So, why do you think the Hmong are brave enough to hold such funerals? I'm scared.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 02, 2012, 10:08:16 AM
Lol pix scares me..so i try not to look @ it....i don't wanna have the images in my head...i dare not even go see the dead ones @ the furnals if it's not ones tat i no of..so i'll skip tis page.and wait til it gets to page 238. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 02, 2012, 10:09:15 AM
Lol it's a new page already..dang i'm good.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Luna_Paj on June 02, 2012, 12:17:10 PM
You guys ever hear that in MN and CA there's a lot of Hmong youth that's rising up to become the new saub neeb? I once talked to Yuepheng Xiong about it and according to the history of the Hmong, this doesn't happen unless there's about to be a major war and we're talking big (WWIII maybe?).

So anyway I bring this up because nine months after my ouija board experiment something weird did happen. I go out every day, the only thing I probably did back then was sleep and eat at home but every day and every night I'm hanging out with the guys and gals somewhere. So one night I came home early because my mom said she was worried about me. No one was home but me and my mom. She acted different, she also looked different. She acted defensive, and it's almost as if she were possessed or something.

My mom is usually a very happy person always smiling but for some reason that day she just looked mean, different, unlike herself. She said she had something to say to me and wanted me to listen. She said she wanted me to get on my knees because she wanted me to apologize for going out so often and staying up so late. I thought this was unusual since I had always done so. But I care a lot about my mom so I listened. For some reason when she placed her palm on my forehead and started talking her voice shifted. It started out soft and then got loud and then it became a mix of a male and female voice. Very similar to the Galadriel scene from LOTR Fellowship of the Ring, where the elf chick talks to Frodo about the ring.

Here's a link to the Youtube clip: http://youtu.be/CX3px_Ivs44?t=2m (http://youtu.be/CX3px_Ivs44?t=2m)

The thing is, this happened before that movie came out so I've never heard anything like that before. I knew it wasn't my imagination. When I asked my mom about it afterwards, I don't think she even remembers. A few years later my mom became very ill and to this day she struggles with her health. But the voice was mentioning something about a war. I knew it wasn't my mom talking anymore. It said something like, "Why are you at war with us? Leave us alone!" And then it disappeared, a very demonic voice. I bring this up because it coincides with all the saub neeb rising. I see them train often, like they're getting ready for a war. Spiritual war or something. As if all the demons were about to get unleashed on us or something.

Ohyo I have something weird to relate to this well not really but somewhat yes. I used to have dreams about demons and how they were imprisoned until like thousands of years later and that it was up to every new generation (idk why it's got to be hmong ppl or ppl with power) who awakens with their power(idk how to phrase) to raise and imprison them again. I've been dreaming these for a long time now since i was 11 or 12 around there. In my dreams the demons wreck havoc and kill the human soul by eating them. But most where stopped by the ......... (have no idea how to phrase them) they glow in a way but other than them the regular ppl just run and run and run nowhere to hide. I know weird dreams might just be my imagination, I'm still dreaming them and they change but lately I haven't had a dream in a while 2 so yep. Sort of relates but not really.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 02, 2012, 11:20:53 PM
Lol pix scares me..so i try not to look @ it....i don't wanna have the images in my head...i dare not even go see the dead ones @ the furnals if it's not ones tat i no of..so i'll skip tis page.and wait til it gets to page 238. Lol

 :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 02, 2012, 11:42:08 PM
They tell me this is real. A couple jointly committed suicide becaxuse they could not marry each other in real life. They had hoped they'd find each other in the other world. You know what I mean and you understand why they have done this.

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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 03, 2012, 03:37:21 AM
Dang dog, i. Hope tat was fake.lol okay you got me..i looked @ tis photo.. now i'm doom..got the image in my head now..
Hiw in the hell are you ppl get'n these pix...are they all over the net.. like death photo...
Reporter .. i tink you have a case of toooooo (many faces of death)...
Have you ever seeing  any of the vhs  many faces of death
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on June 03, 2012, 04:27:08 AM
back in laos, in the late 60's my dad had a uncle who was very sick. It was said that a girl ghost wanted to marry him. Some days he would see her and go "there she is" to his wife and kids. One day he got really sick and was about to pass to the other realm, so my grandpa and his other brothers and cousins decided to use peach branches, and an other type of tree "forgot what its call"  to beat the ghost up. As they sat around his bed, he saw the ghost up in his ceiling. He yelled out in a breathless voice "there she is" pointing to the ceiling. all of a sudden everybody started swinging and whacking their branches around. Out of no where they heard a lady's voice screaming towards the door and out the house. After that day my dad's uncle got better and lived a long life.

when my pops told me this story i was like are you sure. He was like "yep, i was a kid when that happen i heard the ghost screaming out the door but no one saw anything" I was like Woo...!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: I_so_high on June 03, 2012, 04:35:36 AM
In the mid 90's my mom's, sister husband passed away. They did the funeral somewhere in st paul. it was late at night and there was not that much people around. The white dude who own the place was up and about, cleaning the funeral home. When he saw a hmong dude asking for water to drink. The owner pointed to the drinking fountain and said water is over there. The next day the owner decided to take a look at the decease, and to his amazement it was the same person who ask for water the night before. He got scare and told my aunt that her husband wanted some water.

To this day i dont know if its true or not, but i remember them ogs talking about it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 03, 2012, 03:56:53 PM
Tat reminded me of a story... like the one about tis hmng lady pass away..N they did her tingly @ a meeka's place...it was get'n late @ night but you see the meeka onwer stay late to finish up b-4 he close...so he kept hear'n someone open'n like a door or push'n stuff around. So he went to investgate, and saw the old hmng lady push'n the coffin back N forth. Then climb into her tingy N lay down..the onwer got sooo scare he lock up N went home...after everyting was said N done...he never let hmng ppl do their dead ones there no more...
IDK if i told tis story already but O well.lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on June 04, 2012, 12:49:36 AM
This is ghost stories post, dude!!!

So, why do you think the Hmong are brave enough to hold such funerals? I'm scared.

I don't get why people think the photos you post up are scary..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on June 04, 2012, 11:24:38 AM
Those two lovers carried a sad love story to the other side. Nobody will ever know how their love was at all.  "Nobody knows, but me" Sometimes people died because there are no way out and the pain of seperating is unbearable.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 04, 2012, 09:06:44 PM
Dang dog, i. Hope tat was fake.lol okay you got me..i looked @ tis photo.. now i'm doom..got the image in my head now..
Hiw in the hell are you ppl get'n these pix...are they all over the net.. like death photo...
Reporter .. i tink you have a case of toooooo (many faces of death)...
Have you ever seeing  any of the vhs  many faces of death

hehe...I haven't seen that video, Saki Saki. But I know how to research. :2funny: :2funny:

That hanging picture is real. Look at the line of community members who are out to watch them in person and the pickup down below trying to loosen them--I think.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 04, 2012, 09:07:32 PM
I don't get why people think the photos you post up are scary..

I know. They aren't scary at all. That's why I asked which one is more scary.

Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 04, 2012, 09:56:29 PM
I know. They aren't scary at all. That's why I asked which one is more scary.


Cuz it's the image that lingers in ur mind...Kinda like when you go see the dead one and when you get home you can still see the image in your head, or like the dumb beat.. every time I go the funeral and hear that drum.. I come home and I'm un-easy, cuz that beat lingers inside me. LOL
That's why I can't see photo's of the dead.. unless if that person is very close to me or it's a member of my families/extended. that I don't mind of.. Strangers.. Yikes..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 04, 2012, 10:17:40 PM
Cuz it's the image that lingers in ur mind...Kinda like when you go see the dead one and when you get home you can still see the image in your head, or like the dumb beat.. every time I go the funeral and hear that drum.. I come home and I'm un-easy, cuz that beat lingers inside me. LOL
That's why I can't see photo's of the dead.. unless if that person is very close to me or it's a member of my families/extended. that I don't mind of.. Strangers.. Yikes..

You need to learn more about reincarnation. That way you won't be so scared of the dead.

Back in Laos, when I was a little kid, I was always scared when I heard the funeral drum beats across towns. Our village had a lot of deaths somehow. And the drum would beat heavily now and then. I always got chills over that. lol Now I think of it as an instrument that accompanies the dead on its journey. That's all.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 04, 2012, 10:29:21 PM
You need to learn more about reincarnation. That way you won't be so scared of the dead.

Back in Laos, when I was a little kid, I was always scared when I heard the funeral drum beats across towns. Our village had a lot of deaths somehow. And the drum would beat heavily now and then. I always got chills over that. lol Now I think of it as an instrument that accompanies the dead on its journey. That's all.
true, true,
and that is why it's unsettling/heart break'n to me.. cuz it tells you that someone has just died..
Something about the human soul that scares a lot of ppl.
I mean I hunt and when I see animals gets take'n down, I'm okay with that, but a human being
is different.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 04, 2012, 10:42:20 PM
true, true,
and that is why it's unsettling/heart break'n to me.. cuz it tells you that someone has just died..
Something about the human soul that scares a lot of ppl.
I mean I hunt and when I see animals gets take'n down, I'm okay with that, but a human being
is different.

I think you fear that the corpse will jump right at you and chase you down or something. Not so. If the dead body is able to rise back, do we need to train doctors so much to take care of the various fatal diseases around the world? 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 05, 2012, 12:19:06 AM
I don't fear tat...it's the reason behind it...cuz so many tings about our culture tat scares me..
Jiggle ppl, healing, seeing into ur life.. all sort of stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on June 07, 2012, 12:44:27 PM
sometimes when I get bored of all those 'scary' movies and when I run out of ideas to search for scary Asian movies, I come here to read some good old scary Hmong stories.

the topic about the city-bus driver who picked up a ghost? I've heard it long ago, it was told to me and when I rode the yellow bus one day to North End Elementary School, in broad daylight, I saw a fresh track of huge footprints from a fence line to a grave. it started from the fence-line and ended on a grave. like it appeared out of nowhere then ended at the grave. I wasn't at all scared because I was more ready to defend myself from those black kids who'd go around a bully us randomly.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on June 07, 2012, 05:23:04 PM
Reporter, the picture of the baby is just sad and really not scary.  It's very sadden to see death of little babies.  They have so much to live for but yet it's unfortunate that they have to die due to many reasons.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 07, 2012, 05:58:29 PM
sometimes when I get bored of all those 'scary' movies and when I run out of ideas to search for scary Asian movies, I come here to read some good old scary Hmong stories.

the topic about the city-bus driver who picked up a ghost? I've heard it long ago, it was told to me and when I rode the yellow bus one day to North End Elementary School, in broad daylight, I saw a fresh track of huge footprints from a fence line to a grave. it started from the fence-line and ended on a grave. like it appeared out of nowhere then ended at the grave. I wasn't at all scared because I was more ready to defend myself from those black kids who'd go around a bully us randomly.
musta been one of those cemty care taker..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 07, 2012, 05:59:14 PM
Reporter, the picture of the baby is just sad and really not scary.  It's very sadden to see death of little babies.  They have so much to live for but yet it's unfortunate that they have to die due to many reasons.
lol it's a good thing i didn't look @ the photo tat reportor post..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on June 08, 2012, 04:02:47 PM
musta been one of those cemty care taker..

then it must had been one hell of a creepy cemetery caretaker... one that knows how to teleport. it was mysterious, but I have to say it was a phenomena... one that, maybe on that particular day, the faintest energies (sounds, lights, weather, etc. ) formed a concentration of illusion-effect in that patch of area. it was way too early for me like most mornings, maybe it was one of those mondays even. much to my surprise, it wasn't little-foot.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sibaim247 on June 11, 2012, 01:22:42 AM
lol..not to be mean but I think some of u are bullshittting out of ur ass cause u need attention by making some fake stories..it's sad for the ones who is trying to tell a real one..just shut the duck up and listen if u don't know any stories
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: QueenK23 on June 12, 2012, 11:52:18 AM
I don't see why ppl can't make up stories just to entertain us...I mean after all the form isn't called "true ghost stories". Let ppl be creative and just read. If you don't like the story then skip it
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Reporter on June 12, 2012, 12:45:02 PM
Reporter, the picture of the baby is just sad and really not scary.  It's very sadden to see death of little babies.  They have so much to live for but yet it's unfortunate that they have to die due to many reasons.

True. It's sad. You think about how they aren't able to have much in life yet and not strong enough to battle anything yet and they die already. that's sad.

But if you think of stories about dead babies sucking nipples on the road or crying in the woods when you are alone, then you don't sympathize with them too much.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 12, 2012, 04:07:47 PM
I'm a second hand teller.. I remember back in my old job. There was these Hmng ppl I work with.
One day they told me... back in Laos they use to hunting or living in that village and l @ night when they cooking meat there was never enough to eat. Like you know you placed 4 piece of meat there but only 3 piece left. my buddies didn't get it. After a while someone figure it out and told the rest of the group to, not fall a sleep otherwise you're never gonna wake up.. One of them pull out these little Elephant figures and started chanting and all you can hear was cries, thumps in the woods like it was fighting. you name it..
But they told me that, that village had a  PY who was eating their food. and if they fell a sleep it'll come eat the inners..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 12, 2012, 09:16:14 PM
First time posting on here and just joined today because my hubby told me to write stories on here (he thinks I'm pro at telling ghost stories).  So I will give it a try...


Grandma Came To Visit


My grandmother had passed away after years of battling an unknown illness.  My family moved down south and brought Grandma along because they believed that the fresh green air will make her better.  Unfortunately, her conditions stayed the same.  My sister and I were visiting our family in Oklahoma after they had first moved there.  When we were about to leave, my father noticed something strange with my grandmother.  She was much paler than before.  So we took her to the hospital. 

My sister and I went back up North while Grandma stayed in the hospital.  The doctor diagnosed Grandma and gave her 3 days to a week to live.  Either she was to be put on a feeding tube and be at a vegetable state for the rest of her life or we can just allow the doctors to pull the plug.  Uncles wanted to pull the plug while my family wanted her to still be alive.  Well, she returned home.  But she became so fragile, weak, and unstable.  It was so hard for us to see her this way.  She could not swallow anything that went into her mouth.  She laid in bed in what seemed like forever.  She basically starved to death. 

Her 3 days came around and when the relatives heard the news that Grandma was going to “go,” they came rushing down from MN to OK just in time to say their last good-byes.  My sister and I were not able to make a second trip to visit her, so we just silently waited.

Three days after the funeral and burial, I went back to work.  It was a really busy week.  There were customers everywhere during the busy lunch hour.  I was working in the bakery at the time.  There was an old white lady that walked up to my counter as I was busy wrapping up bread.  She came over by me and kind of smiled at me.  I didn’t think anything of it because I was so occupied.  I got a good glimpse of her as she was walking away.  And then I realized she was wearing the same green sweater my grandmother always used to wear!  I just kept on working. 

When I got off work, that image of the old white lady wearing my grandmother’s sweater came back into my head.  I found myself calling my dad to tell him that Grandma came to visit me at work that day.  And that she had disguised herself as an old white lady and that she wanted to come visit me, but not to scare me.  My dad just kind of laughed and told me that Grandma just wanted me to know that she’s doing well and that she’s happy.

My grandmother didn’t even know where I worked.  But I guess they’ll always find out where we are when they reach the afterlife.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 12, 2012, 11:11:29 PM
Wow sad story. Did you have any dreams of ur GM visit'n you?..wen my FIL pass on he came to visit me in a dream
 Anyways nice to see new ppl post'n...
Post sum more wen you have time..l
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 13, 2012, 10:27:10 AM
No, my Grandma hasn't visited me in my dreams.  I do dream about her every now and then, but in the condition that she was still very sick.  I was her favorite grand-daughter.  She raised me up.  I went with her everywhere when I was younger and used to think she was my mother.
Oh and thanks for the compliment.  Makes me want to write more in here everyday. :)

Hmong Funeral Home

My uncle used to own a funeral home.  There was a Hmong couple that used to clean up the place after hours.  One night they were cleaning, preparing the place for a weekend funeral.  They knew that the hearse (funeral car) had dropped off a coffin earlier that day and they didn't bother to go near the room where they keep the coffin.  It was probably 3am in the morning.  They were trying to hurry up and clean all that they could, going everywhere together as a pair.  They were cleaning the men's bathroom downstairs when the wife needed to use the bathroom.  She asked her husband to go along with her, but he refused.  He told her to just go and make it quick.

She ran upstairs into the women's bathroom and into the last stall.  As soon as she stepped in and locked the door behind her, she heard soft footsteps like someone who wasn't wearing shoes.  She knew it couldn't be her husband, so she kept trying to think of happy thoughts. 

The footsteps stopped at the first stall.  There were three knocks.  The woman was freaking herself out, still trying to think of happy thoughts.  The footsteps moved to the second stall.  There were three more knocks.  The next stall was the last stall.  The woman didn't know what to do, because she knew whomever was knocking was toying with her.  Then she heard the footsteps walking closer to her stall.  She kept refusing to look down, but happens to open her eyes to see two wrinkly old blue-ish feet stopping at the door of her stall.

She shut her eyes tight and pushed open the door and ran as fast as she could out of the bathroom, screaming for her husband as she ran out the door of the funeral home.  He dropped everything in his hands and ran out after her.  That was the last time they would ever clean another funeral home no matter how well the pay was.

Gosh, it sounds so much more scary when told vs written.  Well anyways...

How do I attach a picture onto my post?  I've got an image to show.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sahara on June 13, 2012, 10:45:40 AM
Reporter, the picture of the baby is just sad and really not scary.  It's very sadden to see death of little babies.  They have so much to live for but yet it's unfortunate that they have to die due to many reasons.

True. It's sad. You think about how they aren't able to have much in life yet and not strong enough to battle anything yet and they die already. that's sad.

But if you think of stories about dead babies sucking nipples on the road or crying in the woods when you are alone, then you don't sympathize with them too much.

Now those are the scary ones.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 13, 2012, 01:24:53 PM
The funeral home brought a lot of "creepy" things to the neighborhood, so the city purchased the land it was on and tore it down.  But when my uncle decided that he wanted to sell it to the city; he asked my dad to go with him to take final pictures of the funeral home.  I went along with my parents because I knew I was going to miss the Hmong Funeral Home I spent so much time running around in as a child.  I took my sister's digital camera and took pictures of the hallway, seating room, kitchen (most creepiest), downstairs where the men would eat, dining room where the men played poker and cards, and then pictures of the funeral from the outside of the building. 

After we took the photos, we went to a nearby Cambodian restaurant for lunch.  I was joking around with my parents that I actually took a picture with a ghost in it.  So I was skimming through the pictures and saw nothing until I got to the very last picture.  It was of the building we took from the outside parking lot.

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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 13, 2012, 02:12:00 PM
Just because I have some free time now. :happy7

A long, long time ago when my mom was a freshman in college in 1983; she wanted to be an LPN or Licensed Practical Nurse.  She never finished because she had children year after year, but that wasn't the case.  When I was in college, I asked her why she REALLY didn't finish getting her license.  She told me this (as told by my mother):

Everyone wants to be a nurse or a doctor, but that's not very easy.  The education is very hard and you have to be very focused.  And when you become one, you'll have to see blood everyday.  You will have to take care of the very sick people (sick, in this case meant the dying people).  But no one tells you about the things you will see in the hospitals.

When I was in school, we had to get up very early for our clinicals.  I was one of the few that had to be there by 4 in the morning.  One morning I got up really early and went to the hospital.  I was still very tired, almost half asleep.  The hospital was empty, parking lot empty and I was alone.  I got into the elevator to go down to the locker room, which was in the basement of the hospital.  I never liked going down there because it was always so quiet that you can hear every little echo of anything that moved.

When I got to the basement, I was putting my stuff away in my locker.  I thought I heard voices.  I put on my lab coat and then I heard little children's laughter as though they were right behind me.  I wanted to yell out "Hey!"  But I knew that no one else was there.  The elevator door swung open and another nurse walked in.  She saw me and greeted me.  She quickly grabbed her lab coat and we both went into the elevator together.  I told her that I was still very tired and was rubbing at my eye when I saw a little white girl with long blonde hair, wearing a white dress standing at the corner of the elevator smiling at me.  I closed my eyes to get her out of my mind.  When I opened my eyes, she was gone.

When we reached the main floor, the nurse said to me, "You can see them too, huh?  Well, don't be afraid.  The basement used to be the morgue.  They come out and play every morning.  Just pretend they're not there and you'll be fine."

So every morning when I would go to clinicals, I would wait for another person to go with me before I'd go down to the locker room.  I'd still hear the children and see them every once and a while.  I got too scared to become an LPN.  And I had too many little ones at home that needed me, so I didn't finish my school.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on June 13, 2012, 03:24:44 PM
Another one that happen back in 06. My cousin and a few buddies came down to visit. On their way back everything was fine until they got to Marysville. There is a cemetery at the end of town and the road kinda curves right. As soon as they enter the road, it started raining cats and dogs and was very foggy. As they took the curve, my cousin saw a little girl sitting on the rock road barrier. He got scared and then turn the other way while closing his eye. After they pass that turn, eveything went back to normal. No more rain or fogg.
thats true u never know who died in the bed. but u know dont big mouth about it. dont think about it nothing will happen. have a big heart O0
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 13, 2012, 03:28:39 PM
Superfly.
the second photo wat am I to look for? I see a broken window.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on June 13, 2012, 03:33:29 PM
WTF I HATE YOU REPORTER!  :'(
WTF I HATE YOU REPORTER!  :'(
WTF I HATE YOU REPORTER!  :'(
es who on earth would pose these pictures up! scared the hell outta me..not even funny. did u guys know that its not good to be looking at pictures like theses???for those who have a very tiny heart can get scared and then become sick. shoo >:( i dont have a tiny heart but it did scared me. i didnot even look at it. scroll down soooo fast!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 13, 2012, 03:38:40 PM
es who on earth would pose these pictures up! scared the hell outta me..not even funny. did u guys know that its not good to be looking at pictures like theses???for those who have a very tiny heart can get scared and then become sick. shoo >:( i dont have a tiny heart but it did scared me. i didnot even look at it. scroll down soooo fast!
I'm one of the scary cats. I can look @ ghost photo(s) but can not look @ real dead ppl..
I remember someone posted a pix of her auntie sumting like that on the hospital bed, a waitting to pass on.. yikes that image is still in my mind.. And I posted that, that not how you want to remember them by. but remember them when they were still alive.. not on their death bed..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 13, 2012, 03:57:12 PM
Superfly.
the second photo wat am I to look for? I see a broken window.

It's an up-close picture of the 1st one.  It's not a broken window, it's the sheer curtain from the inside.  I guess you have to look at it from an angle on the computer screen to see the ghastly image.  When I took the picture, I remember distinctly that on the inside of that window was the brightest room in the funeral home.  It was the room where the men played their card games.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 14, 2012, 12:35:11 AM
Ooo i see a little, but still can't de pix it..i see sumting whyte-ish..but of course i'm look'n @ my phone..
I don't tink i wanna know wat it is. Lol..
Anyways now there are gardens there..why if tat?
I was joking if they put up a town house there, i dont think anyone will live there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on June 14, 2012, 08:33:25 AM
Superfly is really tearing it up in here.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on June 14, 2012, 12:13:49 PM
You need to learn more about reincarnation. That way you won't be so scared of the dead.

Back in Laos, when I was a little kid, I was always scared when I heard the funeral drum beats across towns. Our village had a lot of deaths somehow. And the drum would beat heavily now and then. I always got chills over that. lol Now I think of it as an instrument that accompanies the dead on its journey. That's all.
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sexymomma on June 14, 2012, 01:06:51 PM
It's an up-close picture of the 1st one.  It's not a broken window, it's the sheer curtain from the inside.  I guess you have to look at it from an angle on the computer screen to see the ghastly image.  When I took the picture, I remember distinctly that on the inside of that window was the brightest room in the funeral home.  It was the room where the men played their card games.
I'm one of the scary cats. I can look @ ghost photo(s) but can not look @ real dead ppl..
I remember someone posted a pix of her auntie sumting like that on the hospital bed, a waitting to pass on.. yikes that image is still in my mind.. And I posted that, that not how you want to remember them by. but remember them when they were still alive.. not on their death bed..
thankyou saki. right not when they dead but alive.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on June 15, 2012, 06:12:21 PM
yesterday, i dream that a guy was going to marry me and was going to give my parents alot of money. and it looked like i have seen him before but i cant describe it and also i was like  :buck2:
ok today my nyab dream that this cat keep coming to our porch and going to our house and my nyab was so mad she grabbed the cat and showed it to my dad and he was like thats the cat that always come in! so my nyab kicked the cat alot and i think it died and  my nyab woke up all sweating
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on June 16, 2012, 11:08:17 AM
ok, my brother woked up sweating and shyt and when he looked in the mirror, there were a bunch of scratches and it was RED! forreals its true. idk y it happened
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on June 16, 2012, 11:17:44 AM
when my sister went to sleep at my mom's house she keep hearing a HUGE breath breathing, and she felt like there was a ghost watching her. yea so she was trying to make sure she wasnt  faking it so she took my bro 3ds and record the rooms and when she watched the video, she saw some hairs but WhITE, si yea it was floating and yea my sis is only 11 and she's a scaredy cat and cant even do thoes things and to your ansetor to help u and also lol when i say that i cant do that cuz i dont wanna go there anymore and also man, idgf but these days it seems forever when ur with a dab
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 16, 2012, 08:20:43 PM
when my sister went to sleep at my mom's house she keep hearing a HUGE breath breathing, and she felt like there was a ghost watching her. yea so she was trying to make sure she wasnt  faking it so she took my bro 3ds and record the rooms and when she watched the video, she saw some hairs but WhITE, si yea it was floating and yea my sis is only 11 and she's a scaredy cat and cant even do thoes things and to your ansetor to help u and also lol when i say that i cant do that cuz i dont wanna go there anymore and also man, idgf but these days it seems forever when ur with a dab

That's creepy.  I hope your sis doesn't sleep alone!  Tell her to pray before going to bed.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 16, 2012, 08:56:45 PM
Speaking of footsteps...

Has anyone had the experience where you'd go to sleep at night and wake up in the middle of the night hearing footsteps going up and down the stairs?

So I have a pretty big Hmong family and you'd assume with so many people in the household, there shouldn't be so many scary things going on.  Growing up, my siblings and I always listened to Grandpa and our parents tell us ghost stories.  My brothers and I always wanted to catch ourselves a ghost or some sort of monster.  We wanted to be little ghost hunters and we'd always barge into our Grandpa's bedroom right after our Grandma's seen a ghost or whenever Grandpa was "squashed."

My sister and I shared a room downstairs.  The house was a duplex where the basement used to be rented off to other families, but because my family kept expanding, my parents decided to stop renting it off to people.  So there were stairs that led from the upstairs to the basement.  The stairs led to my room.  And to get to the other rooms downstairs, everyone would have to go through my room.

It all started when my oldest brother would come home at around midnight after he "moog ua laib".  Everyone would be sound asleep by 1am.  But for some reason, I would always wake up at around 3-4am hearing footsteps walking down the stairs.  They were not quiet either.  It was as though that someone was wearing heavy, steel-toed boots.  No one in my family owned those kind of boots.  That thing would take about 6-8 steps down the stairs towards my bedroom, not even finishing off the stairs and then all of a sudden end up upstairs in the living room in an instant.  I'd be wide awake, chilled to the bones, listening intently to the sound of those heavy footsteps.  I'd scare myself shitless and then fall asleep.  When I woke up again, it would be morning.

I'd ask my sister if she heard the footsteps and she would say that maybe I was thinking too much about ghost stories as to why I was hearing footsteps at such an odd hour.  So night after night, I'd hear the same thing.  I was the only one hearing it.  And again, the footsteps would stop at the foot of my door and then end up upstairs again, walking around in the living room.  I was afraid I would hear my doorknob creaking or that my door would just swing open (but it was always locked).

The footsteps always seemed to go downstairs and then stop.  It never walked back upstairs.

One night my sister and I went to bed a little later at around 2am.  And soon enough both of us heard the heavy footsteps walking down the stairs again.  And I had SOOOOOOO told her.  So the next morning, we told everyone.  I think my grandfather did a little saib yaig and made whatever that creepy thing was go away for good.

So glad I don't hear those heavy footsteps anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on June 23, 2012, 01:39:28 PM
Speaking of footsteps...

Has anyone had the experience where you'd go to sleep at night and wake up in the middle of the night hearing footsteps going up and down the stairs?

So I have a pretty big Hmong family and you'd assume with so many people in the household, there shouldn't be so many scary things going on.  Growing up, my siblings and I always listened to Grandpa and our parents tell us ghost stories.  My brothers and I always wanted to catch ourselves a ghost or some sort of monster.  We wanted to be little ghost hunters and we'd always barge into our Grandpa's bedroom right after our Grandma's seen a ghost or whenever Grandpa was "squashed."

My sister and I shared a room downstairs.  The house was a duplex where the basement used to be rented off to other families, but because my family kept expanding, my parents decided to stop renting it off to people.  So there were stairs that led from the upstairs to the basement.  The stairs led to my room.  And to get to the other rooms downstairs, everyone would have to go through my room.

It all started when my oldest brother would come home at around midnight after he "moog ua laib".  Everyone would be sound asleep by 1am.  But for some reason, I would always wake up at around 3-4am hearing footsteps walking down the stairs.  They were not quiet either.  It was as though that someone was wearing heavy, steel-toed boots.  No one in my family owned those kind of boots.  That thing would take about 6-8 steps down the stairs towards my bedroom, not even finishing off the stairs and then all of a sudden end up upstairs in the living room in an instant.  I'd be wide awake, chilled to the bones, listening intently to the sound of those heavy footsteps.  I'd scare myself shitless and then fall asleep.  When I woke up again, it would be morning.

I'd ask my sister if she heard the footsteps and she would say that maybe I was thinking too much about ghost stories as to why I was hearing footsteps at such an odd hour.  So night after night, I'd hear the same thing.  I was the only one hearing it.  And again, the footsteps would stop at the foot of my door and then end up upstairs again, walking around in the living room.  I was afraid I would hear my doorknob creaking or that my door would just swing open (but it was always locked).

The footsteps always seemed to go downstairs and then stop.  It never walked back upstairs.

One night my sister and I went to bed a little later at around 2am.  And soon enough both of us heard the heavy footsteps walking down the stairs again.  And I had SOOOOOOO told her.  So the next morning, we told everyone.  I think my grandfather did a little saib yaig and made whatever that creepy thing was go away for good.

So glad I don't hear those heavy footsteps anymore.
so r u a light sleeper? and lucky you locked ur door because you will be outta breath!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 23, 2012, 11:49:01 PM
Wow, new story..lol
And wow tat was like almost from a scary asia horror flick.
Image tat door swung open and you see a gashly no eyes face smiling @ you..
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on June 25, 2012, 08:57:39 AM
Yup HmongLee, I am a light sleeper.  I wake up to every small sound and can never fall asleep to people snoring.  :2funny:

This is a story my Hubby told me a while back.
In Green Bay, there's a funeral home that Hmong people always used to rent from white people.  There was a white guy who was a reporter.  He thought that he wanted to capture some footage of a Hmong funeral, because no one on the outside knows how the Hmong funeral ceremonies are done.  He thought that it would make a great story.

It was a Thursday night and he had permission from the family and from the owner of the funeral to set his cameras where he wanted them to be able to shoot the next morning.  After he was done with the set up, he called it a night.

Well, when the reporter got home, he had forgotten something important that he didn't do.  It was not that late, and he assumed that the Hmong family would still be there preparing the deceased for the next day.  As he was driving there, he called the funeral home, hoping to catch someone.  The phone rang and rang.  No answer.  He was getting upset at himself for forgetting that one thing.  He was not going to wait until tomorrow.  He dialed the number again.  And got the same thing.  The phone just kept ringing over and over again. 

It was going to be a trip wasted, because when he got there, there were no cars in the parking lot; all except for one.  He assumed it belonged to the owner.  He called from his cell phone again, walking about the premises of the funeral home.  He could clearly hear the phone ringing from the office.  Still, there was no answer.  One last try, finally the phone was picked up, except now no one was talking.  All he could hear was a clear, soft static as though the phone was disconnected.  "Hello?  Hello?!"  He screamed into his cell phone.  "I know you can hear me, please I just need someone to turn off my camera.  Please, unlock the front door for me.  HELLO?!?!?!"  He hangs up the phone and walks away, thinking to himself why no one spoke to him from the other line.  He decided that he could just come in early tomorrow and recharge the battery before the rituals began.

The next morning, he got up early and went back to the funeral home.  The same car was there from the night before as well as some other cars.  He went inside and when he got to the camera, it was already turned off.  The battery was halfway.  So now he was thinking to himself why he was going paranoid when he knew all along that he shut off his camera before he left the building last night.  He grabbed the charger and started to recharge the battery.  He looked through the camera and it looked like it was filming a good couple of hours.  He rewound it a little bit and played it.  He could clearly hear the phone ringing.  He was laughing at himself.  No one was in the building at all.  He fast-forwarded it.  He played it again and he could hear the phone ringing again.  But this time, to his disbelief, the camera recorded what he could not explain to anyone.  With the camera angled directly towards the coffin.  The door of the coffin opened up, arms reached out, opening the bottom door.  The deceased person from the coffin got up and out of its coffin, walked right past the camera, opened the door to the office and picked up the phone.  He heard himself screaming from the other line as he had done before.  And then he hung up the phone.  The dead person walked back towards the seating room, straight to the camera and turned it off.  The reporter was so taken back by this that he dropped his camera.  It echoed across the room and the people that were there all stared at him.  He was so shaky, he almost could not keep himself together as one of the family members asked him what was wrong.  The reporter showed the family the footage of what he had captured.  The family had the same expressions on their faces.  The Hmong man said to the reporter, "This is why we do not like other people recording our funerals.  It is disrespectful to them."

The reporter took all his cameras and packed all his bags.  He shook hands with the family and took off.  They said that he was so scared he refused to film the ceremony.  Because what he filmed was already enough.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on June 25, 2012, 10:03:35 AM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on June 25, 2012, 11:00:10 AM
If a dead person able to wake up answer the phone and turn of the camera. Is that person
really dead. Can ghost really be a ghost or just another life form of itself since it can touch
and feel like human does. Perhaps it can scare other creatures just like human can.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: MovKuam on June 25, 2012, 12:37:32 PM
Quote

I'm surprise that I have not heard of this story as I do know a few people from GB. ???  But the story of funeral that I heard was that there was two guys left in the mutuary..when it was late and the coffin was rolling up and down

I saw two ghosts in there, can I drop a rare coin on them them. ;)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 26, 2012, 10:26:38 PM
There are many stories about the dead coming back to you know what. But to record it on tape is a rear chance. I wonder if that clip ever made it out to the public. That is also why many ppl do not like
to stay @ the place or go to the bathroom alone.

 I heard strange stuff around the Dale St. Funeral Home.
I was told this by a good friend of mine. Long time ago. I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell this story.
And since we are heard reading about funeral homes..
This happened many years ago, this hmng dude took his son to the funeral home and stayed there a long time. It was getting dark and some how he left his kid there and went home. Now I have no idea why the funeral wasn't open 24 hrs. I think it was a church one. But not sure.

Anyways he got home and  he remember that he forgot his son. So he drove all the way back to the funeral home. Everyone had left the place. No car was in sight. (I guess he went home for a long while before noticing that he forgot his son). And when he got there his son was outside the funeral. He was like WTF..

So he asked his son as to how he got out.

His son said " I was tire and had fallen a sleep and when he woke up no one was around, and he tried to open the doors but it was lock. And i started screaming and cry"n Then this old hmng lady came up to me and opened the door for me". Not sure if it was the old hmng lady that was dead, and I'm not gonna add words to a story if it was not true. But if I have time I'll try to ask my buddy if he remember the story.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on June 27, 2012, 06:25:05 AM
Yeah.. I've heard some crazy things about that place.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 27, 2012, 09:50:34 AM
Plz do tell?..what else do you know of that place.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on June 27, 2012, 11:19:41 AM
a lot of funeral ghost stories. how about church ghost stories? I've heard back in the late 80's to early 90's when there were groups of hmong ppl who'd converted to christianity would attend their church-goings and they would all be so psyched up and go trance-like that other bystanders have witnessed some of them weeping with a huge lizard-like tongue sticking out. then a couple other stories where church goers would witness two dangling feet from the sky of a women when it was a cloudy/groggy day. I've kind of thought the former story is the making of a 'reptilian' and the latter is a 'sign'. I don't believe in it really, but it was common talks in the hmong communities, then.

oh yea, and, some church-goers, then, have stories of 2-3ft high phantoms following them their homes; and would knock on their doors very late at night, which happened most often during the winter season...

all those stories heard occurred in st. paul, btw.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Visionary on June 27, 2012, 02:00:10 PM
A scary story from youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFV2jgASIds#ws (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFV2jgASIds#ws)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on June 27, 2012, 02:47:57 PM
You N me both lol
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: dogtags3154 on June 27, 2012, 03:04:34 PM
A scary story from youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFV2jgASIds#ws (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFV2jgASIds#ws)
I didn't get spooked by this stroy. But of course, I wasn't there to witness the going ons. But then again...I have experienced many paranormal and supernatural things myself. Both visual and audible.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmongLee on June 27, 2012, 06:47:14 PM
A scary story from youtube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFV2jgASIds#ws (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFV2jgASIds#ws)
shyt! im scared luss dont know wats in there!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Miss8) on June 29, 2012, 05:53:31 PM
a lot of funeral ghost stories. how about church ghost stories? I've heard back in the late 80's to early 90's when there were groups of hmong ppl who'd converted to christianity would attend their church-goings and they would all be so psyched up and go trance-like that other bystanders have witnessed some of them weeping with a huge lizard-like tongue sticking out. then a couple other stories where church goers would witness two dangling feet from the sky of a women when it was a cloudy/groggy day. I've kind of thought the former story is the making of a 'reptilian' and the latter is a 'sign'. I don't believe in it really, but it was common talks in the hmong communities, then.

oh yea, and, some church-goers, then, have stories of 2-3ft high phantoms following them their homes; and would knock on their doors very late at night, which happened most often during the winter season...

all those stories heard occurred in st. paul, btw.


I have never heard of any of these "3-4 feet phantoms!" I am Christian and I live by st. Paul!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 02, 2012, 11:40:50 PM
This thread is really long and I have not read all the stories but I have one to share.  Parts of it sound funny and made up but it's all true.  This story is a little long, but I write well so it should make things more bearable. 

It's been about 13 years since this happened.  But I can still remember it because it was the most paranormal thing that I ever experienced personally.  In 1998, I went away to school.  It was a big city where I did not know anyone.  So I spent a lot of time online when I wasn't studying.  In those days, Hmongonline.co m was the big Hmong site.  I met a girl there.  She was from North Carolina.  We hit it off pretty quickly and spent a lot of time chatting.  Soon, online chats turned into phone calls.  Finally, a long weekend came up and we decided to meet. 

The plan was for me to drive down to NC and stay at her place.  She was in school too and she lived alone.  Her parents rented a one bedroom home for her.  As the big weekend drew near, our conversations began turning towards the paranormal.  Looking back, I think she was gauging how open-minded I was about that sort of thing.  She told me that her family had many experiences with the paranormal as they were still a traditional family when it came to religious beliefs.  She told me that she personally had many experiences with the paranormal, including one particular ghostly entity that had watched over her since she was a child.  This ghost still came to her in dreams and in times when she was sad or lonely.  Then she told me that the small home she currently lived in was haunted.  I was open-minded but slightly cynical.  When she told me all of these things, I honestly thought she was just testing to see how badly I wanted to get laid.  I laughed it all off and told her I was still going to visit her if she would have me.

The big weekend came.  I drove down on a Friday night and arrived at her house around 10pm.  We had spent a lot of time together online and on the telephone but when we finally got together, it was awkward silence for awhile.  If you've ever met someone online in person you will probably understand.  After awhile though, we both warmed up and our conversation felt natural again.  After a couple of hours, we began to kiss and make out.  I was half expecting she would invite me to sleep in her bed.  But her sense of propriety got the better of her and she made a bed for me on her couch.  I got myself ready for bed (a little disappointed) and I laid down on her couch.  I had forgotten all about her house supposedly being haunted as I closed my eyes.  Then when that conversation replayed in my head, I opened my eyes.  In the dark, I looked around.  Nothing.  I chuckled to myself then fell asleep.

Morning came without incident.  We spent the morning together, then she took me out for lunch and to show me the local sites.  She told me she wanted me to meet her siblings and her younger sister and a younger brother might join us for dinner at her oldest brother's restaurant.  Around 4pm, we returned to her home and her sister and brother were already there waiting for us.  Her sister was younger and cuter and perfectly normal.  But her brother - how can I put this - her brother was freaking crazy!  She told me after I met him that he lives in a psych ward for the mentally insane.  But he got better to the point where they are allowed to pick him up and take him out for short periods of time.  I thought to myself, "WTF would you disclose this the first time you meet someone you like?  Shouldn't this be like a 12th date disclosure?"  Anyways, I kept my mouth shut.  I just showered and got ready for dinner.  Once I was ready, it was another hour while my girl got herself ready.  I chit chatted with her sister and tried not to get creeped out by their brother.  When my girl was finally ready, her strange brother decided he no longer wanted to go.  He said he wanted to stay home and chat online.  The girls just shrugged and said, "OK." 

So it was just me and the girls going to dinner at their oldest brother's restaurant.  I was hoping to be alone with my girl.  But I actually had a good time meeting most of her siblings.  We had a nice dinner at her oldest brother's restaurant.  Afterwards we met another brother and his white girlfriend in a parking lot and hung out there for about an hour, which I thought was a little weird.  After the parking lot festivities, we went home.  Pay attention because this is where all the crazy shit happens and it's all true.

When we got home, the house was dark.  We thought maybe their brother had gone to bed early.  It was only about 10pm.  We open the front door and walk in.  My girl turns the lights on and EFF ME!  Their brother is curled up in the corner in the fetal position.  He is sweating like a pig.  He is huffing and puffing like he's been doing aerobics and muttering something to himself.  I'm totally creeped out.  The girls just treat it like it's normal.  They tell him to get up and quit messing around.  Immediately, the girls go into the bedroom.  The brother comes over and sits on one end of the couch.  Reluctantly, I sit on the other end.  "Dude, you ok?" I asked.  "Yeah," he chuckled.  "I just see lots of ghosts."  He said he was online chatting and surfing then he started seeing ghosts going back and forth in front of the bedroom door.  They came in and scared him so he ran out and curled up trying to make them go away.  I sit there with a perfect pokerface, "Uhmmm ok."  After 15 minutes, the cute younger sister comes and tells the brother to get ready because they are leaving.  My girl and I say good night to them.  I even shake the brother's hand.  He gives me a dead fish handshake and chuckles like a creepy movie villain.  I immediately go to the bathroom and wash my hands after they leave.

We decide to watch a movie - Titanic.  Titanic was still all the rage at the time and no one is a better wingman than Leo DiCaprio dying for true love to get a woman in the mood.  Am I right fellas?  About 15 minutes into the movie, we hear dishes clink from the kitchen like someone is putting dishes into the dish rack.  She's like, "Go check it out."  Like the brave man, I respond, "No.  It's your house, you go."  The noises stop so we just go back to watching the movie.  Then, right around when the ship is sinking and Kate Winslett is refusing to move her fatass over so Leo can climb on the floating piece of the ship, we started to make out.  This time, it's getting pretty intense.  She whispers that she wants me to stay in her room tonight.  JACKPOT!  By this time, I had completely forgotten about her haunted house, the dish noises, and even her creepy little brother.  I hit the bathroom first then I'm in her bed waiting.  She goes to the bathroom and is in there forever of course.  When she comes back, I remember clearly watching her.  She looked pretty and clean.  Because I watched her carefully, I KNOW that she closed the bedroom door behind her.  She climbed into bed with me and we start to kiss.  After a few minutes, I look up.  FOOK ME!  The door is open by about a foot.  I break our kiss and said, "Didn't you close the door?"  She looks up and goes to the door.  She closes it and locks it this time.  Then she turned off the lights.

Now the room is dark.  She returns to me.  And this time we are really going at it.  It's about 20 minutes later.  I just happen to look up like a dumbass.  And FOOK ME!  That door is open again!  It's dark.  But there is enough light for me to tell that the door is completely open.  It scared me but we continued to make out a bit longer.  Eventually, I was too scared then too tired to continue.  We both fell asleep around 4am having not done as much as we hoped to.  The next morning, I went home.

When I got home that night, I called her.  She said she had a dream during a nap.  She said her ghost protector guy came to her in a dream and told her that the thing that opened up the door and came in the room was an old woman who died in that house.  She didn't mean any harm.  She was just curious.  After careful consideration, I broke up with her the following week.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 03, 2012, 12:11:55 AM
This is the other really weird story that happened to me personally.  To this day, I don't know if it's paranormal or not.  I just know it was STRANGE.

It was the summer of 2000.  I had just finished up my second year of law school and had driven to St. Paul, MN, for HLUB 2000.  Where all my CMA peeps at?!!  Nevermind.  Anyways, I wasn't going to go, but then I decided to go at the last minute.  I knew I would have a place to stay since two of my cousins were there and I could just crash with them.  The whole youth group ended up staying in the Baymount Inn in Minneapolis going towards Brooklyn Center.  All of you MN people know the area I'm sure.  HLUB was a really big deal that year because it was going to roll right into the 50 Years Celebration of Christianity to the Hmong.  The CMA had rented out the Target Center for a huge event set to take place at the end of the week after HLUB.  I know it was a church event, but at the time, it felt like a party atmosphere.  All of the young people were just happy to be together.  And that year, the Baymount Inn was the party hotel.  Over a half a dozen hotels had been booked by Hmong churches from all over the country.  However, the Baymount was the place that most of the older HLUB attendees came to to hang out.

Everything seemed completely normal, except for ONE night.  HLUB is a week-long event.  During the middle of the week, something strange happened.  I had gone out to dinner with a girl from our youth group.  I had my car there so we took off and met a bunch of friends from other churches and had a nice dinner at TGI Friday's.  When dinner was done, I took her to her hotel.  She was staying with my sister at another hotel.  My sister had official duties so the district put her and the other officers in a different hotel.  The girl who was with me was one of my sister's best friends so she decided to stay with her.  After I dropped her off, I drove back to the Baymount Inn.  When I arrived, it was 11pm but it was still hopping!

Hmong youth were EVERYWHERE!  The parking lot was a party.  I walked into the lobby and it was a party.  Someone called my name and I turned around.  It was another cousin and her boyfriend.  We chit-chatted for a little bit then I told them I was going to go up to bed.  When I got up to my cousins' room.  There was a party going on in there too!  One of my cousins had brought some girls from Pennsylvania back to the room to hang out.  Another friend from back home was in there too.  My cousin and our friend were playing truth or dare with these girls.  I thought it was pretty gay and decided to shower and get ready for bed.  I came out of the shower as they were getting ready to leave.  My cousin was going to walk the girls over to their hotel (Super 8) which was on the other side of the parking lot.  Our buddy had left already.  My cousin's brother was already in bed but not asleep yet. 

My cousin and the girls left.  I went back to the sink to brush my teeth.  Then the door knocked.  I thought my cousin forgot something.  So without checking, I opened the door.  There before me was a white girl.  She was really cute.  She stood about 5'2" with long brownish blonde hair.  She was wearing a white tank top, purple gym shorts, and she was only wearing socks.  She had no make-up on and a few cute freckles.  She looked at me and had a really troubled look on her face.  I was startled and didn't say anything.  She piped up and asked me, "Do you have a dollar?  Please, I need a dollar to buy some candy or my mom will be really mad at me."  It was only a second or two but it seemed like I was in a daze for hours.  Finally, I stammered, "What?  Uhmm, no.  I don't have a dollar."  Which, I actually didn't have a dollar.  She had a really sad look on her face and left.  I closed the door and went back to the sink.  My cousin who was in bed said, "Man, what the heck was that all about?"  "I dunno.  It was weird though," I replied.  Seconds later, there is a knock on the door again.  I go back to the door and this time I look outside.  That cute little blonde girl is back!  She's nervously looking around and shifting her weight from one leg to another like she had to pee.  I almost opened the door, then decided against it.  She knocked again.  I just stood there and ignore it.  I back off, then look out again and she's gone.  After I brushed my teeth, I open the door and poked my head out.  Nothing.  I look down and it was weird.  There was some change in front of our door - 78 cents.

About an hour later, my other cousin came back.  He had his door key so the door opens and he walks in.  His brother and I were still awake just chatting.  When my cousin walked in, I told him about the blonde girl.  He said he saw her too.  He said she asked him for a dollar so he gave her the change in his pocket - 78 cents!  The next morning as we left for the next worship event, I stopped at the front desk.  I had to ask about that blonde girl.  The front desk girl told me the entire Baymount Inn was booked by Hmong people.  As far as he knew, no non-Hmong people were guests at the hotel that week.  I asked around after that and a few of the adults who were chaperons said they heard that girl knock on their doors too that night but ignored it.  One hmong lady insisted that she was a dab.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 03, 2012, 01:10:13 AM
Here's a funeral story for ya'll:

I had an aunt and uncle whom I loved very much.  But the circumstances that arose after their deaths still give the entire family chills when we think about it.  Many years ago, my aunt and uncle were driving on a back country road.  It was getting dark and my uncle may have had a drink or two prior to driving.  He swore he did not but we think otherwise.  Anyways, he said a white car was following close to his tail.  He paid more attention to the car than the road and as a result, he ran a 3-way stop sign.  His truck plowed into a hill.  He survived with a broken leg but my aunt died instantly.  During her funeral, a man came to pay his respects.  When he arrived, as he was walking up the driveway, he had just made it to the garage when he suffered a massive stroke and died on the spot. 

Fast-forward about a decade.  My uncle died of cancer.  Prior to his death, he had all kinds of strange dreams and visions and experiences.  He asked us to muab nws lawb dab, which we did.  But his heart was not in it.  He only asked us to do it out of fear.  And as a result, his faith was not geniune.  The poor man vacillated back and forth in his faith for about a year then he got really sick.  In the hospital, he spent his days asleep.  But at night, it was a very different story.  He would go into hysterics hollaring about how little black demons were crawling on him.  This happened for the first few nights until they upped his medication and kept him knocked out even at night.  After a week, we slipped into coma and never came out. 

We gave him a traditional Hmong funeral.  The Saturday of the funeral, the pig was brought into the funeral home.  I believe it was the npaus hais xim.  That's when all the crazy stuff started. 

A niece who is much older than I am is a shaman.  On that Saturday, she watched at the pig was brought into the funeral home.  What she saw scared the crap out of her.  She said that in a long procession behind the pig was a group of black demons.  She called them menyuam dub.  They came in right behind the pig and climbed all over everything.  They were on top of the casket and pulling and tossing the funeral flowers placed on top of the casket.  She was so frightened she left and went back to my uncle's house where the cooking was being done.  When she arrived she got a bad feeling.  There was a spot on the driveway that she would not go near.  She said that spot was ice cold to her and just scared her worse than the black demons did.  She got so scared that she found her husband and they drove back home to St. Paul that moment. 

That night, we closed the funeral home at 11pm due to costs.  Many friends and family still wanted to stay up and zom hmo.  So my mom and several other women returned to my uncle's house to cook some pho.  The ladies had just started prepping the ingredients.  My younger brother arrived to pick up some people to go sleep at his house.  Shortly after, a woman arrived.  She was there to pay her respects.  She exited her car and walked towards the garage.  When she got the the exact spot that gave my niece the chills earlier in the day, she suffered a massive stroke.  The women around her screamed.  My brother heard the commotion and ran out to the driveway.  He pulled his cellphone and called 911.  They instructed him to press on her chest.  He did so but he could see she was not responding.  He said when he saw the pee around her bottom he knew she was dead. 

The ambulance came to take her away.  Needless to say, everyone was petrified, including my mom and my brother.  They are both strong Christians though and after some time in prayer my brother was ok.  He took some family back to his house.  My mom was ok too but too shaken up to drive.  My sister and sister-in-law came and picked her up.  They called me and I went to the hospital to help comfort the family of the poor woman who just died.  After all of this, no one felt like eating anymore.  Some of the women went to the backyard to clean up.  This was where the food was being cooked.  Many women reported hearing a woman crying coming from the darkness.  They hurriedly cleaned and went to bed.  The next day, tons of people left the funeral out of fear.  By the time the burial came, it was just close family. 

Two side notes to this story:

First, on the night of that woman's death:  I have another aunt.  She claims to have shaman abilities too.  But is a learned shaman (dab kawm) not a chosen shaman (dab thawj).  So most of the times when she goes into a trance, she absolutely is nuts!  Well on the night that woman died, my uncle brought a couple of distant cousins back to his house to sleep.  They are hardcore OGs who are heavily into Hmong tradition so they get along great with my uncle.  That night, around 3 AM, my crazy aunt woke up and started to ua neeb, jingling her bells and banging her drums and all kinds of crazy crap.  She flipped out saying the house was full of little black demons (menyuam dub) and she needed to get rid of them.  It got so bad she wouldn't stop.  The two cousins even got scared.  They ended up calling my dad who went and picked them up at 3 AM.  They usually would never stay at my dad's house because he is a Christian.  But on this night they were relieved to be able to go there to sleep.

Finally, before my uncle died.  A hmong woman who lived in town came to the hospital to stay with the family as we watched over my uncle.  She also is a learned shaman.  While she was there, she got up to use the bathroom.  When she came back, her face changed.  She said she could see little black demons everywhere.  She said there were so many in my uncle's room.  But she said there was one that was bigger and stronger than all of them.  She said she was scared and needed to leave.  A few nights later, she became possessed.  It was so bad all of her kids moved out.  Even her crazy husband who encouraged her to become a shaman got so scared he tried to move in with their Christian daughter.  She said no by the way.  The woman would go into a trance and talk in strange voices like the voice of her brother who drowned 20 years ago.  The husband took her up St. Paul and they went from one shaman to another then from one church to another trying to get her some help.  Eventually, her possession subsided enough that they came home.  But they immediately put their house up for sale because whatever happened, it unleashed something in their house.  The kids won't live there anymore and even the couple moved out and are now living in an apartment. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 03, 2012, 01:27:35 AM
Random Funeral Home Stories:

I had an uncle pass away years ago in Eau Claire, WI.  One night during his funeral, people were lingering outside of the funeral home like what you usually see at a Hmong funeral.  On this night, some men noticed three figures on top of a van.  When they pointed them out the figures fled.  One jumped away into the darkness and disappeared.  Another one dove under the van and disappeared.  The third figure jumped ninja style onto the parking lot ground then leaped up to the roof of the funeral home and vanished.  The funny part is my cousin was asleep in that van!

Another family member passed in St. Paul.  His funeral was held at the Metro Funeral Home in Maplewood.  I think it's called Legacy now.  I had another cousin come out to sleep in his car.  While asleep he dreamed that all these people were in the parking lot.  The people were Hmong and they were wearing traditional Hmong clothes.  Every so often when one walked by, he or she would knock on his car window.  It scared him enough to wake up but he kept his eyes closed.  He said that while he was still awake, someone really did knock on his car window but he was too afraid to look.  So he kept his eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.  The knocked continued for awhile then stopped.  At some point he fell asleep again and when he woke it was daylight out.

I heard this story awhile ago.  There was a Hmong christian church.  I think it was in Pennsylvania.  The Hmong there used to hold the actual funerals inside of the church.  One time, they held a funeral for an old Hmong woman.  Afterwards they began seeing the woman's ghost in the church.  It got so bad that no one wanted to be at the church alone.  One day a new pastor joined the church.  He did not believe the stories so he and some of the men (cov txiv tsev) decided to stay in the church overnight.  All night long they heard and saw things to change the pastor's mind.  So the pastor and the congregation prayed for the old woman's spirit.  I was told that the hauntings stopped after that. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 03, 2012, 02:02:05 AM
I have a cousin who used to own a home.  It was supposedly haunted by his father-in-law.  When my nieces were little, my aunt (his mom) would come over to babysit.  One day, while my aunt was napping on the couch, she felts hands on her touching her.  It scared the crap out of her and she took the kids back to her house just down the street.  She refused to babysit them there again.  My aunt thinks it was the father-in-law mistaking her for his wife (the mother-in-law of my cousin) who would also come over to help babysit the kids every once in awhile.

Another time, my cousin's younger brother came over to drop off some veggies they picked up from the garden.  They pulled up to the driveway.  My cousin (the younger brother) got out to knock on the door.  No answer.  I looked to his right and saw an old Hmong man poke his head around the corner.  My cousin said hello but got no answer.  The old man pulled his head back and walked away.  My cousin ran to that corner and saw his back as he quickly walked down along the side of the house.  He followed the man.  The man disappeared around another corner at the end of the side of the house into the backyard.  When my cousin got to the backyard, there was no one there.  This happened in broad daylight.  His wife was in the van and she saw the old man poke his head around the corner too.  The just left the veggies on the porch and qickly left.

One weekend, a family member died and my wife and I came to town for the funeral.  My wife was pregnant at the time with our first child.  We stayed at my cousin's house several times before but knew nothing of these weird events.  So my plan was for use to stay at his house for the weekend.  He didn't mind.  Me and him were tight and our wives go along.  Since my wife was pregnant, she only made a token appearance at the funeral home then she left with my cousin's wife to rest.  I was going to stay at the funeral home until after midnight then meet up with her to sleep.  It was about 2 AM when my cousin and I got back to his house.  When we arrived, she was sleeping downstairs in the finished basement.  It was a nice basement.  I felt uncomfortable or anything at all down there.  When I went down to the basement, my wife said, "Hi Honey!"  It scared the crap out of me because I expected her to be asleep.  I asked her why she was still awake and she just said she wanted to wait up for me.  I changed then went to lay down with her.  I was holding her as we were talking and giggling about something.  She got really quiet.  Then at some point, we both fell asleep.  The next morning, she told we had to go home because she didn't feel well.  So we went to the funeral home and I said goodbye to the family.  On our way home, she told me that she saw the old man's ghost!  I was like, "WTF when?!!"  She said that when I got home that night and joined her on the floor at first things were fine.  We were talking and she felt fine.  But then she looked up and in the basement window, she could see there was an old man with his face pressed against the glass.  I gave her my pokerface.  We never slept at my cousin's house again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 03, 2012, 03:19:34 AM
I had forgotten about this one. 

When Laos fell, my father was a military officer.  He knew he needed to leave Laos quickly.  So right after General Vang Pao left, my father went to find my mother.  Together they left for Thailand.  My mother was REALLY pregnant at the time with me.  Suffice it to say, travel was difficult.  But somehow, they made it to Thailand.  They entered Nong Khai and a few days later, I was born.  Slowly, my father was able to get messages to other family members and most of my father's side ended up in Nong Khai with us.  It was more difficult to communicate with my mother's family though.  Then one day, about ten months after I was born, people from my mother's village arrived.  They broke the really sad news to my parents that her father had died recently.  I was his first grandchild and he never got to meet me. 

A few nights later, a distant uncle was on night patrol duties.  He was finishing up and he was going home.  All of a sudden, he saw a baby giggling and playing in the road.  He quickly went to the baby and picked it up.  The baby was me.  Everyone knew me because I was the first baby born in the camp.  He brought me home to my parents. 

Everyone was confused.  No one could figure out how I got out of my bed much less crawled out into the middle of the road.  My grandfather (my dad's father) decided to saib.  He said it was my maternal grandfather coming to meet me.  He said that when those Hmong people from the village arrived in Nong Khai, my Yawm Txiv was able to find my mom and me.  He did not mean any harm, he was just there to say hello and play with his new grandson.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on July 03, 2012, 07:49:11 AM
Snaps dude.

I was only 16 in 2000.  I remember attending the 50yr celebration at the target center.

You got some creepy stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on July 03, 2012, 04:17:25 PM

I'm surprise that I have not heard of this story as I do know a few people from GB. ???  But the story of funeral that I heard was that there was two guys left in the mutuary..when it was late and the coffin was rolling up and down

This particular funeral home is no longer rented off to Hmong people, because the owners refuse to rent it out to them due to many more creepy encounters within the funeral home.  And they are not the only Meka people to refuse renting to Hmong.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 03, 2012, 09:21:09 PM
Republic,
Nice stories and well prep.

Dam that's some creepy stuff, Are you a church guy? Even church ppl see strange stuff, But be cuz of their faith, they won't admit, you on the other hand admit that there are stuff that you nor I can explain.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 03, 2012, 11:00:47 PM
Republic,
Nice stories and well prep.

Dam that's some creepy stuff, Are you a church guy? Even church ppl see strange stuff, But be cuz of their faith, they won't admit, you on the other hand admit that there are stuff that you nor I can explain.

Yes, I am a Christian.  A lot of Christians deny seeing ghosts and spirits because they think that is what they are supposed to say.  But the truth is, there is a very clear example of a ghost in the Bible.  In the Old Testament, after the prophet Samuel had died, King Saul found a witch.  He asked the witch to summon Samuel's ghost so Saul could consult Samuel.  The witch did.  The Bible doesn't explain it.  The Bible just says that the witch called Samuel and he appeared. 

We are Hmong.  Whether we are Christians or still traditional shamanists, the vast majority of us don't need to be convinced that there are ghosts and demons and evil spirits in the world. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 04, 2012, 12:52:52 PM
@republic, first story is cheesy but inquisitive. I've never seen titanic, completely thru, that is; and will not plan on it ever. but, I know it's a quirky love, mildly suggestive intimate movie with some drama. the only part I've seen is the 'i am free!" scene or something like that. I usually stick to Asian dramas/movies when it comes to love and intimate stuff. anyway, it sounds too much of a planned-out thing to easily see how you'd try for a girl during the movie, during that part of the movie, to 'make your move'; it's so white boyish. which reminds of a time when I met a hmong girl from north carolina, we were chatting for a while, casually at a party of some relatives of relatives, so on; then comes time to sleep, a hmong dude tried to get in her pants while everyone was sleeping, but failed; he also didn't have a pillow or blanket so he tried to steal mine when I was snoozing off. I gave him a good kick to send him off sleeping alone and cold. the ducker deserved it, and the girl can thank me for that.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 04, 2012, 12:54:57 PM
My parents love to hunt together.  My mom used to hate it.  But now whenever deer season rolls around, she is just as excited as my dad.  A couple of years ago, they went on an overnight deer hunting trip with my uncle and aunt.  The season was late fall so it was cold, especially at night and there were lots of fallen leaves strewn about.

My parents drove my dad's truck and my uncle and aunt took their minivan.  The plan was to camp and sleep in tents if it wasn't too cold.  If it was too cold, they would each sleep in their respective vehicles.  As it turns out, it was too cold so after dinner, my aunt and uncle went to their minivan and my parents set up my dad's truck for the night.  My dad's truck has a cab cover so all my parents needed to do was lay out some padding in the back and it would actually be really comfortable. 

Everyone turned in for the night.  At some point just after midnight, my mom woke up.  She could hear dried leaves shuffling around the truck as if someone were out there walking around.  She listened to it for awhile.  She said it sounded like a person just walking around checking out the outside of the truck.  She hoped it was just my aunt or uncle having to go out to pee.  But after several minutes she knew it couldn't have been them. 

She reached for my dad's hand to wake him but he was already awake.  "Thaub, muaj leejtwb nyob rau" (Translation:  Honey, there's someone outside).  It turns out my dad was already awake and he heard the footsteps too.  When hunting my dad keeps his guns close by.  His shotgun was at his side and he was already thumbing the safety. 

The footsteps continued, then stopped at the tailgate.  Then as my mom tells it, they felt a weight press on the rear bumper like someone placing a foot on it.  Suddenly, the cab cover lever started to turn.  Slowly, the lever creeked from the six o'clock position up to twelve o'clock.  My parents held their breath not quite believing what they were seeing.  It was dark, but the moonlight was bright enough to see through the tinted windows.  There was no shadow, no silhouette, nothing.  As soon as my dad got over the shock of seeing the lever turn by itself, he said up and pointed his shotgun at the rear entry.  A large gust of wind hit the truck followed by silence.  My dad quickly opened the cab over and jumped out the back with his shotgun.  He held his breath and listened.  Nothing.  There was no wind.  There was no animal noises.  There were no sound of crunching leaves (which you might expect to hear if someone were running away). 

My mom was really scared but my dad said a prayer for them and they eventually fell back asleep.  The rest of the night was uneventful.  The next morning they hunted then went home.  When they were back safe and sound, my dad let my mom tell my aunt and uncle what had happened.  My aunt is a big chicken and my dad didn't want her scared witless following my uncle around with a loaded shotgun.  They still hunt at that location.  But I think that was the last time they did an overnight trip there.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on July 04, 2012, 01:59:26 PM
My parents live in a small town in Oklahoma where the Hmong community is small and everyone knows each other.  There was a Hmong lady who passed away and my dad attended her funeral.  My mom didn't want to go because when my dad decided that they'd go, it was already 11pm at night.  So my dad went without my mom.  The funeral was a good 40-minute drive away.  My dad came home after 1am.  The dogs on the farm were barking as usual and my dad was on his 24-hour business cell phone with his people.  He went in to the computer room where he found my mom watching Thai drama's on Youtube.  She was supposed to be asleep with my youngest brother at this time because he had school in the morning.  Well, my dad wasn't surprised and watched it with her anyways.  Soon enough, my baby brother (5-year-old) started crying and my mom rushed by his side as though she was there the whole time.  He kept crying and saying, "Mommy, where are you?  Mommy?  You're not here!"  As soon as he fell asleep, my mom was getting sleepy herself so she went in to the computer room and told my dad to go to bed, but then ended up watching more Thai drama with my dad.  My baby brother started crying really hard again and my mom decided that it was time to really go to bed.  This time she had a hard time getting him to quiet down.  He was crying so hard as though something was hurting him.  He cried himself to sleep even with my mom there.

The next day after my baby brother returned from school, he asked my mom, “Mommy?  Do you want to know why I was crying so much yesterday?”  My mom asked him, “Why, my baby?”  He pulled her towards him and whispered to her, “I saw a lady that had short hair like you sitting on top of the dresser.  She kept staring at me and I know that she wasn’t you.”  My mom freaked, backed up and said to him, “Don’t say things like that.  You are only going to scare yourself!”  My baby brother said, “No mommy, really.  It was really dark, but I saw a lady sitting there.  Right there (pointing to towards the dresser).”

Later that day, my mom confronted my dad about going out late and coming back so late.  She told him what my baby brother said to her and he said that my baby brother was probably dreaming.  And then he remembered that the lady who passed away did have short hair like my mother’s.  Then he also remembered that he didn’t put his hands over the burning stove to ward off any wandering spirits.  Too bad the dogs were all chained up, otherwise they would have scared off that ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on July 04, 2012, 02:42:42 PM
Republic, my cousins are strict Christians and yes, they are taught to "not be afraid of ghosts, because ghosts do not exist.  They are just an imagination."
One time my cousin did see a faint, shadowy figure of an old man standing at the top of the stairs looking down at her and then disappearing before her eyes.  She told her parents and they said to her that the old white man was an angel brought by heaven to protect her.  He was just her guardian angel.

Fast forward a couple of years later; she gets married to a young man who is a Shaman.  He practiced his ritual every weekend and she learned every aspect of what a Shaman sees on the other side.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 04, 2012, 10:08:28 PM
Republic,
I use to be in youth church in the past, i never went to one of those youth camp in different states, did you ever gone to one, and had weird stuff happen to you or know of any. I know that ppl tells stories over the camp fire?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 12:07:33 AM
Republic,
I use to be in youth church in the past, i never went to one of those youth camp in different states, did you ever gone to one, and had weird stuff happen to you or know of any. I know that ppl tells stories over the camp fire?

The one camp that I know of where lots of paranormal things happened to kids was Camp Maranatha in Nebraska.  However, by the time I came to know Christ, the CMA was no longer holding HLUB there.  I heard the stories about kids hearing noises or voices or seeing shadows without explanation. 

During HLUB 2000 in St. Paul, MN, on the night the strange but cute blonde girl knocked on my hotel room door, there was a kid staying at another hotel who got possessed.  Apparently, this was a gangster kid who was trying to change.  He had some Christian friends who dragged him to HLUB.  He was actually starting to learn about Christ and enjoying himself then one night he started freaking out on his friends.  They got so scared they didn't know what to do with him so they just brought him downstairs and left him in the lobby with the American hotel staff.  I always thought that part was hilarious when I heard the story.  Later that night, a bunch of pastors went to pray for the kid.  The story was that he was possessed by some of his dead gangster friends who didn't want him to leave his old ways behind.  The pastors stayed up most of the night praying for him and eventually he got better I think.

In those days though, it seemed like a ghetto gangster kid would came to HLUB and end up getting possessed or something every year. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 12:22:25 AM
Just a commentary on grammar and syntax:

I just have to say - DAYEEM!  I'm on page 140-something and I have to say some of you people are absolutely unreadable!  I don't mean to be the grammar Nazi but come on people! 

IF you were not born in this country, I am not talking to you.  English is truly your second language and you do the best that you can.

BUT if you were born in this country OR IF you grew up in this country...REAL LY?  Throw in a comma or a period every once in awhile.  It makes a big difference.  Also, paragraphs are good too.  By no means am I asking for perfection.  This is an informal message forum not an English class.  But if people are here, they want to read your story.  At least make it easier for people to understand what you're trying to say.  I wasn't born in this country AND I'm retarded.  If I can put a proper sentence together so can you.

One final note then I'm done:  Ebonics make stories funny and NOT scary.  If something is "little," then please for the love of God type "little" or "small" or "tiny" or "miniscule" or whatever.  Do NOT call it "lilo."  I read a story that might have been pretty spooky but-for the half dozen or so uses of the adjective "lilo!"  This made me chuckle so much that the story completely lost it's ability to scare me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 12:47:53 AM
My Childhood Home

For 9 years, we lived in a duplex when I was a kid.  I loved that house. I loved that house for many reasons.  One of the big reasons though was that my uncle and his family lived on the other side.  My brothers and I were close to my cousin so for us, it felt like the unending sleepover.  We used to ask my dad to tear down the dividing wall so we could just go back and forth to play whenever we wanted.  But that house was by far the creepiest house I have ever lived in.

I couldn't have been older than 6 years-old when my dad bought that house.  I remember going with him to check that house out.  Both sides had identical reversed floorplans.  There was a main floor, an upstairs with three bedrooms and one bathroom, and there was an unfinished basement.  The basement was always spooky and cold.  I hated being in the basement.  The first time I went with my dad to the house, we checked out the basement.  There was a pentagram painted on the wall in red paint.  My dad painted over it, but you could still make it out for all the years we lived there.

The first signs of the paranormal in that house was experienced by both of my younger brothers.  We were still very small at the time.  The three of us shared a room.  My dad set up three beds for us, but my younger brothers always slept in the same bed.  I slept in the far bed opposite them.  One night after I had fallen asleep, my middle brother woke up for no apparent reason.  He noticed there was a dim light in the room.  He looked up and sure enough, there was a ball of light hovering at the ceiling.  He just started at it.  The light moved back and forth.  He said he whispered my name but I was sound asleep.  He whispered our youngest brother's name and he was also awake.  "Do you see it?"  "Yeah, I see it," my youngest brother answered.  They were only about 6 and 7 years-old at the time.  They said the light would fly down and shock their faces then fly back up like it was playing with them.  They quickly pulled the covers over their heads.  But, the light just flew THROUGH the covers and shocked them again.  They laid there scared out of their minds.  After 15 minutes or so, the light faded and vanished.  They ran to my parents' room.  My dad responded by yelling at them and making them go to bed.  To this day, they swear they both saw it.

After my grandfather died, something strange happened.  One night, I was watching TV.  I was still young, maybe around 10 or 11.  Everyone else had gone to bed.  I still remember clearly, I wanted to watch Head of the Class.  After the show ended, I carefully, turned ON all of the lights downstairs.  The downstairs was laid out so the TV was in the living room.  To get to the stairs, you had to go through the dining room then go to the stairs.  So I turned on the living room lights, then the dining room lights, then the stair lights.  I went back in sequence to turn OFF the TV, then the living room lights, then the dining room lights, then I went upstairs.  I felts spooked already for some reason so I ran upstairs then to the bedroom I shared with my brothers.  I put some shorts on and ran to the bathroom to pee.  As I ran by the stairs, I made sure to notice that all the lights were off.  After I peed, I came out.  When I came to the stairs - FOOK ME - the lights were on!  At first I thought maybe someone got up.  I ran downstairs and looked around.  EVERY light was on, even the kitchen light.  I was never even in the kitchen.  Worse yet, no one else was awake.  I quickly ran through and turned off all the lights.  I ran upstairs and threw the blankets over my head.  I was never so scared as a kid.

I'll share more as these stories come back to me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 01:05:36 AM
Uncle and Aunt's Haunted House

I have an uncle.  He's not really my uncle.  He's actually kind of an idiot.  But in Hmong terms, he is an uncle.  When I was young, he was less repulsive and actually pretty close to my dad.  One weekend, my uncle and aunt visited us.  They had just moved into another home.  It was the second one in just a few months.  When my grandmother and my mother asked my aunt why, this is the story she relayed as I remember it: 

My aunt and uncle lived and still live in Eau Claire, WI.  They moved into a duplex because it was big and the rent was cheap.  As soon as they moved in, strange things started happening.  They would hear voices.  They would hear noises that were out of place.  They would see shadows.  One night, as my uncle and aunt laid in bed talking, something tried to come up through the bed between them!  I know!  It was some real Freddy Krueger shiznit!  My aunt said she actually saw the outline of a man levitating the covers between them.  It scared the crap out of her.

One day, my uncle wasn't home.  My aunt was doing laundry.  She had a basket of clothes and was heading towards the stairs.  She looked up and in the hallway was a little figure.  It looked like a person only it was shorter.  The thing came at her.  She said it actually touched her breasts and pushed her backwards right into a closet.  It locked the door.  She heard laughter from the other side of the closet door.  After several seconds, she got the door open and ran down the stairs.  At the bottom of the stairs, she stopped and looked back upstairs.  At the top of the stairs was this figure.  It was short and black with no face.  That was my aunt's description, not mine. 

The final straw came a couple of nights later.  My aunt had a dream that a Hmong man came into the house.  The man asked her who she was and why she was in his house.  The man wanted to know where his family had gone.  She woke up in a cold sweat.  They finally talked to the neighbors who were also Hmong.  The neighbors confirmed to them that a Hmong family had lived there a few years before.  One night, when the father was home alone, there was a break-in and the thieves shot and killed the father.  That was enough for them.  A couple of weeks later, my uncle found another place and they moved out.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 01:37:22 AM
Ouija Story

College was a great time for me.  I made a bunch of friends.  I went to a lot of parties.  And I somehow graduated on time.  My freshman year, I lived in the dorms.  Our dorm was not co-ed, which in a way was better because it could be just a Guy's place.  Our floor had about 40 guys and almost all of us hung out.  However there was about a handful of guys whom I became really tight with.  Over the course of our freshman year, we went through phases of things we became obsessed with:  drinking, poker, horse racing, girls, and yes, the ouija board.

One weekend, we were bored.  A girl who hung out on our floor regularly asked if we wanted to play with a ouija board.  I had never played ouija before but some of the other guys had so we said yes.  She went to her dorm about a block away.  Twenty minutes later, she came back with a geniune store bought Parker Brothers Ouija Board.

That first night, I only placed my hand on the planchette once and nothing really happened.  But something hooked me.  For the next several weekends, a few of us played with the ouija board constantly.  For some reason, the board was always most responsive when I was one of the players.  I'm not sure why.  I know for a fact that I never moved that planchette.  But no matter who else was touching the planchette with me, it seemed most active when I was one of the people asking questions and touching it.  One weekend, my middle brother came to visit me.  It was me, him, and a buddy touching the planchette.  After all of these years, I don't remember what we asked that spirit or how it answered.  But I do remember two things.  First, it told us that it was in that room with us.  And second, when we asked it to point to where it was, the planchette moved in a figure 8, then it slid OFF the board.  The planchette felt like it levitated OFF of the carpet and moved towards a dark corner of the room.  My brother and our buddy took their hands off quickly.  I kept mine on then I eventually pulled back too.  The planchette kept moving for several more feet BY ITSELF then it stopped

The room got cold.  Some of the girls in the room got really scared and started crying.  We were all so freaked out, 8 of us ended up sleeping together in my tiny dorm room - both guys and girls.  A couple of those girls were HOT too by the way.  But that's another story.

It was weird though.  Even after that night, I was still drawn to that stupid ouija board.  I wanted to play it all the time.  My buddies eventually got too scared or got bored with it and moved on.  One weekend, I borrowed the board and took it home to play with my siblings.  Nothing happened at our house.  I went back to college and forgot the board leaving it in my room.  I called home about it but my sister said it wasn't there.  She thought I took it.  To this day, I don't know what happened to that ouija board.  It just vanished.  I gave that white girl $20 to replace her board and have not touched one since. 

Looking back, I feel blessed.  I think God was watching out for me and protecting me from that evil.  If you have never played with a Ouija Board, don't.  It seems harmless.  It's cardboard and you can buy it at K-Mart for crying out loud.  But there is something about it that just does not feel right.  It draws you in somehow and I believe it can open certain people up to things better left alone.  Just my two cents.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 01:56:52 AM
Ouija Board Table

Side story to the Ouija story:

Our dorm floor had a lounge that everyone could use.  We used to play with the Ouija Board on the big table in this lounge most often.  We THINK we cursed this table with that stupid board. 

After our obsession with Ouija ran its course, we got hooked on a game called Sheets.  Basically, you take 4 regular decks of playing cards and shuffle it together.  You flip over one card.  Then you flip over a second card.  You call the amount you want to gamble.  The amount you gamble is on the third card.  The hope is that the third card falls chronologicall y in between the first and second cards; thus, you have the name, In Between the Sheets.  So for example, if you flip over a 5 of hearts and a Jack of Diamonds, you want the third card to range from 6 through 10.  Anything less than a 5 loses.  Anything more than a Jack loses.  A 5 or a Jack loses.  The best hand is to turn Ace/Ace.  You can call Ace "HIGH" or Ace "LOW."  With two Aces on the board, the ONLY card that can screw you is a third Ace. 

So it starts off with everyone chipping into the pot.  Let's say there are ten guys playing and everyone chips in 50 cents.  The initial pots starts at $5.00.  You can call pot or anything less than the pot (in this case $5).  If you win, you win the amount you call.  If you lose, you pay in the amount you call.

We played this game a few times before the Ouija Board and it was fun but nothing crazy ever happened.  After the Ouija Board, we played this game on THE table.  There were like 8 of us playing.  We all chipped in 10 cents since we were all broke college kids.  My mexican buddy was whinning about how small the pot was.  After an hour though, our 80 cents pot grew to over $1100!  Another hour after that the pot was over $5000!

Ace HIGH/Ace LOW came up about a dozen times and each time it did, a third Ace was drawn.  It was crazy!  Two guys, yes GUYS, were crying.  They each had written checks in the pot for over a $2000 a piece.  I got scared and like a giant vagina, I dropped out.  It was strange.  The longer the game went on, the colder the room got.  Eventually, everyone was so creeped out we just stopped.  We gave everyone their checks back and split the money as fairly as possible.  We never played Sheets again.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 02:07:22 AM
1-800-DEAD-GUY

This happened years ago and it still is creepy to think about now.  I have an aunt who is a Lee by birth.  My mom used to say their family muaj muaj dab.  After this happened, I understood why.

My aunt's father died.  He lived in California somewhere, probably Fresno or Sacramento.  My aunt and uncle flew out to help with the funeral.  Afterwards they came home.  I think some strange things happened at the funeral but I never got the details since I was just a little kid at the time. 

One day, about six months after the funeral, a family friend who lived on the east coast called my uncle.  It had been awhile and he was just calling to tell see how my aunt and uncle were doing.  In passing, he mentioned to my uncle that he had talked to my uncle's father-in-law (my aunt's father who had just died).  My uncle got creeped out.  He asked the friend WHEN.  The friend said just a few days ago.  My uncle told him that wasn't possible because he died six months prior.  The friend was in shock!  He told my uncle that he had a FULL CONVERSATION with the man!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 03:15:29 AM
From Possession to Salvation

Ok, last story for the night then I'm going to bed for real.

My youngest brother and my sister-in-law did not take religion or God very seriously.  After the rest of the family had come to Christ, they still just did their own thing.  Her family was the same way.  The mother-in-law and her siblings were just kind of whatever.  Her father was devoutly religious but he was devoted to shamanism and the old ways. 

Her youngest brother was kind of a wanna-be thug.  He dressed and acted the part of a thug, but really he was just a harmless, nice kid who had no direction in life.  As a result, he was in his 20's but he was unemployed and not going to school.  His mom gave him money.  And all he did was party and do recreational drugs like ecstasy, meth, pot, and various alcohols.  We'll call this kid Pao for the sake of this story.

Pao went down to Arkansas to visit a cousin.  Down there, all he did was party.  At some point though, Pao did something really dumb.  He said, "God, if you're real, let me see ghosts."  Soon after, Pao started getting paranoid.  He felt eyes on him all the time.  Eventually, he thought someone was out to kill him.  He conveyed stories like things would move when he was alone in his bedroom.  Objects actually levitated and moved in front of him.  Lights would flicker and his alarm clock would act funny.  Pao later said he wasn't sure why, but whatever it was had control over electricity.

One day, things got so bad that Pao was full-blown possessed.  He flipped out.  He was screaming and cursing.  He was talking in a voice not his own.  The family called my brother and sister-in-law.  When my brother got there, Pao looked crazy.  My brother said his eyes were black.  The whites had disappeared.  Pao's jaw even jutted out like a guy turning into a werewolf.  It was right out of a horror movie.  My brother and Pao's older brother tried to hold him down but they couldn't do it.  Both of them were bigger and stronger than Pao.  But when Pao was in that state, he was stronger than both of them.  The family was able to get a hold of a Hmong pastor.  The pastor prayed for Pao.  The pastor was young and had never experienced anything like this before.  Even he was afraid.  Eventually though, after a lot of prayer, Pao calmed down a bit.  The family took him to the hospital.  They gave Pao sedatives to knock him out.

That night, they left Pao at the hospital.  My brother's parents-in-laws came home alone.  The kids who lived there were too scared and they went to stay with their oldest sister.  The father who is a really bright man, rational and clear thinking, wasn't sure what to think.  He thought maybe Pao was just high on meth or some other drug. 

That night though, the mother went into Pao's room to turn the lights off.  The bedroom door slammed shut on her locking her in.  After a few terrifying seconds, she was able to open it.  The father was unable to sleep all night.  Several times, he saw shadows passing through the adjacent rooms.  The next day, he went to work.  He began emailing his older brother and describing the events of the previous day.  Suddenly, his office smelled like rotten flesh.  He gagged.  He said he fiinished his email and came home early.  When he got home, the same smell permeated his house.  The mother didn't smell anything.  The father knew then that it wasn't drugs.  He said he actually got angry.  All of his life, he respected and worshipped the ancestors faithfully.  He is as knowledgeable with Hmong tradition as anyone I have ever met.  He was my mebkoob in fact.  Anyways, he cursed whatever evil spirit was doing this to him and his family.  He questioned why it would scare his family like this rather than bless them and prosper them.  The smell remained.  Even though he had never gone to church before, he said it was at that moment that he called out to God.  "Ntawm Vajtswv ntuj ua yog Vaj Leejtswv, Vaj Leejtub, thiab Vaj Ntsujplig lub npe, khiav tawv mus kiag!"  (Translation:  In the name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirt, LEAVE NOW!).  The odor instantly left. 

My brother and sister-in-law were scared.  They remained scared for months after.  But slowly, that evil they saw turned their fear to faith.  They came to Christ together.  They were baptized together.  They continued to see shadows and hear things.  But through the fear, they prayed and it would go away. 

Soon, my brother's in-laws all came to Christ, including Pao.  It was not easy.  But the demonic episodes ceased then stopped altogether.  Pao is now a firm Christian.  He holds a steady job.  He is no longer a directionless wanna-be.  And he is an active member of his Hmong church, helping other young men grow closer to Christ.  He is a child of the God Most High. 

The parents also came to Christ.  Their marriage was rocky.  But it is amazing to see how God has worked in their lives.  They now have a loving marriage.  The father transitioned his passion for shamanism to Christianity.  He now serves faithfully in the church.

This story is not meant to start a religious flame war.  But for my brother and his in-laws, they faced the demonic.  Then they found true victory in Jesus Christ.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on July 05, 2012, 07:59:49 AM
republic, your last story is  :2funny:. sounds like a scare tactic to get pple to convert. anyone who is deeply religious would find the root of their problem in their own religion before crossing over to the other religion. for an example, your uncle or brother would've seek a shaman to see what is wrong first and things that you describle your bro in law going thru does not go away in saying one verse. anyhow, this is a ghost story thread so ....but thanks for sharing!  :)
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 10:15:58 AM
republic, your last story is  :2funny:. sounds like a scare tactic to get pple to convert. anyone who is deeply religious would find the root of their problem in their own religion before crossing over to the other religion. for an example, your uncle or brother would've seek a shaman to see what is wrong first and things that you describle your bro in law going thru does not go away in saying one verse. anyhow, this is a ghost story thread so ....but thanks for sharing!  :)

If someone were to be scared enough to convert because of the story, I wouldn't mind.  But it's all true.  It all happened so fast.  The father called on God on the second day when the smell hit him.  Because that made it go away, he saw no need to call a shaman.  The church went to his house a couple of weekends later and prayed for them.  Then the elders removed his shaman fetishes. 

Unfortunately, wherever there are large Hmong communities, demonic possession and demonization tends to run rampant.  As long as there are Hmong people, shamans and pastors will remain busy. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: thehotone on July 05, 2012, 10:36:09 AM
true and thank you for acknowledging the fact that it doesn't matter if you're christian or not, paranormal things are part of our culture and these kind of things tend to happen more b/c we Hmong are sensitive to these energies.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 10:49:54 AM
Haunted Fishing Spot

Where I grew up there was a creek that Hmong people loved to fish.  It was secluded and beautiful.  It was a little noisey though because it was underneath a flow-over dam.  The dam had 3 levels.  The lowest level had a section of the dam removed so water could flow fast and free.  When I was a kid, there were no houses surrounding this dam.  It was all woods.  When my uncles first came to America, I can still remember that we would go out there and fish until dark without anyone bothering us.  Sometimes we would camp overnight.  As a kid, I never remembered seeing or hearing anything personally.  However, the adults aways talked about hearing voices or seeing shadows move in the woods.

During the first half of the 20th century, it was rumored that the woods surrounding that dam was used as a dumping ground for hit victims by Chicagoland mobsters.  Also, the highest part of the flow-over damn was at such an angle that white people would use it as a water slide.  Every so often some dumb white kid would go into the water wrong and knock himself out then drown.  Over the years, we saw emergency workers pull two bodies out of that creek.

One time some friends went fishing there.  The oldest was only 16.  He had just gotten his driver's license and he wanted to take a bunch of his little cousins and his brother out to fish at that creek.  The little brother was catfishing when his line snagged something heavy.  It didn't pull back on his line so he just assumed it was a rock or a log.  But when he pulled, the weight slowly came.  When the weight surfaced, it was a dead body.  The poor kid threw his pole in the water and ran.  When he told his brother and cousins, they all took off!  They weren't supposed to go fishing without an adult so they never did tell their parents.  They told me and my brothers about it years later. 

Another time, a Hmong guy and his wife went to that creek late in the afternoon along with a friend and his wife.  Their plan was simple:  stay late into the night and cast their net for fish.  Nevermind that netting was illegal there.  Haha I love my Hmong people.  As soon as it started to get dark, they began netting.  It was a good night and they were getting lots of fish.  They had a couple of those 5 gallon buckets each and those were filling up nicely with good eating sized fish.  Around 10pm, everyone got tired except for the Hmong guy.  His wife and the other couple were on land just casually fishing with rod and reel.  But the Hmong guy was still casting his net.  Suddenly, a light flashed.  They all got scared thinking it was a ranger.  The Hmong guy was especially scared because he was still netting.  Instinctively, he dropped his net and ducked under the water.  The others were astonished by wait they saw.  They said they saw a ball of white light just hover over the water.  It went to the spot where the Hmong guy went under.  It hovered a second or two, then it just vanished.  When the Hmong guy came up, it was dark again. 

They quickly packed their gear and went home.  When they got home, they got the news that my aunt had been in a car accident and died.  When he got the news. the poor guy sat down at his dining table and wept openly for the longest time.  That Hmong guy was an orphan.  He came to America as a teenager and for a time, my uncle and aunt took him in.  My aunt loved him like a son and he treated her like a mother.  I'm not sure if the light was her coming to say good-bye to him or if it was something else.  But it was all very strange. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 11:10:06 AM
true and thank you for acknowledging the fact that it doesn't matter if you're christian or not, paranormal things are part of our culture and these kind of things tend to happen more b/c we Hmong are sensitive to these energies.

I tend to believe that those who experience the paranormal, do so for one of two reasons:  1) they actively seek out the paranormal or 2) they have a direct ancestor who actively sought it out.  The Bible teaches that idolatry (the worship of anything other than God) can effect your descendants for as many as three or four generations!  This certainly falls in line with the Hmong belief that the most powerful shamans are the chosen shamans (dab thawj).  These are shamans who are believed to be empowered by a demon that remains with that familial bloodline revisiting one family member after another for many generations.  As Hmong people, this makes sense to us.  We all know of a family OR two OR three that just seems to have more strange, paranormal things happen to them than anyone else.  I believe this is the reason. 

Whether we are Christians or not, if we looked closely enough at our ancestors just 3 or 4 generations back, most of us can find someone in our direct line who dabbled in the supernatural.  For example, for me, my parents never messed with any of that stuff.  However, my grandfather had incredible and strange abilities.  He was a master crafter of the traditional Hmong qheej.  People came from all over Laos just to purchase an instrument from him.  He knew how to hu plig.  He knew how to saib.  I believe now that it was because of my grandfather, that as a kid I was always fascinated with reading stories about the supernatural.  And while, I have no abilities to sense ghosts or spirits, I have many first cousins who do have strange residual abilities, probably due to my grandfather. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 11:28:06 AM
Where are My Keys?

For 3 years, my wife and I lived in St. Paul.  We had just bought our first home in Oakdale.  Minnesota people know.  Anyways, we had only been living there for a few weeks so everything was still very new.  This was also prior to me really understanding the Word of God and being strong in my faith.  Thus, I was a little uneasy with the new place.  One of my great fears as a kid was moving into a truly haunted house!  HAHA, not sure why but that used to worry me. 

Nothing strange had happened.  But I was still cautious nontheless.  One night, my wife picked me up from my office (We were operating on one car at the time).  We stopped at the grocery store.  Then we came home.  I was carrying our son in his carseat along with several bags of groceries.  So I gave her my keys to unlock the door.  We came inside and put my son to bed then we put all of the groceries away.  That was when I noticed that I didn't have my keys. 

"Honey, where are my keys?"

"I put them on the counter," she replied.

They were not on the counter.  We tore the house apart looking for them.  For an hour we looked.  Then I remembered something I read about ghosts.  One clear sign of a ghost is if things go missing unexpectedly, then turn up again in places you know you did not leave it.  I started to get goosebumps.  Suddenly, the room got really cold.  The ONLY thing I could think of was to go back to my office and look for my keys.  I KNEW my keys weren't there.  But I was so agitated and a little frightened that my keys could be swiped by a ghostly entity like that.  I had to do something.

I got dressed and grabbed my wife's keys.  I went to open the door and - FOOK - my keys were hanging in the key hole.  My scatter brained wife had left my keys in the doorknob.  And then I realized that the room had gotten cold because it was Minnesota and it was late fall and we didn't turn the heat on when we first got home. 

Sometimes, you don't need a zebra to explain the hoofprints if there are plenty of horses around.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 11:51:48 AM
Mt. Airy and Mounds Park

Any Minnesota people know about these places?  Supposedly both are hotbeds for ghostly activity.

I have a cousin and his wife who lived with me for a few months in St. Paul.  They had just started jobs there and needed a place to stay until they found a home.  His wife was very nice and very chatty.  She told us that when her family first moved to St. Paul from California, they lived in some housing located in Mt. Airy with a lot of other Hmong people.  One day, she was doing her make-up and getting ready to go do something.  When she finished, she came downstairs.  As she got to the bottom of the stairs she noticed that the TV was on and a man was laying on the couch watching TV.  She just assumed it was her dad.  Casually, she said, "Bye dad, I'm going out."  No answer.  As soon as she stepped outside, her parents were both already outside.  None of her siblings were home.  Like a girl, she said she squeeled then screamed.  HAHA, she tried to recreate the squeel when she told us the story.  It was funny.  She told her dad someone was in the house so he ran inside.  He looked all over but he didn't find anyone. 

My brother-in-law's dad used to be a cop in St. Paul.  One night while he was patrolling during his regular night shift, he went by Mounds Park.  It was past midnight.  But he noticed some kids running across the field.  He flashed his lights and chased them down.  There were four of them and they were all Hmong.  He was a little suprised that they didn't split up when running across the field but when he stopped them, he said they looked terrified.  When the kids finally calmed down enough they told him that they went into the park to drink and hangout.  After awhile, they noticed something hanging off of a tree limb that wasn't there before.  It looked like a body was hanging by the neck and it was writhing and twisting like it was still alive.  They said it wasn't there when they first got there so it scared them and they ran.  When the cop's backup arrived, some officers along with a K-9 unit went into the area the kids said they had seen the person hanging from the tree.  The cops found nothing though. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 12:04:16 PM
Hmong Demons and an American Friend

I have an American friend who was a part of a Christian group that sent aid and supplies to the Hmong refugee camps during the 80s and early 90s.  He volunteered to go over personally and help provide relief to Hmong refugees.  They gave people food and medicines.  Then when possible, they shared the Word of God. 

In the camps, he said he saw Hmong people practicing shamanism everywhere.  As a result, he saw strange things and heard about even stranger things.  The scariest thing he saw however ocurred out of the blue.

One day, he had been helping with food prep or something.  He wanted to deliver food to an old lady who had been sick.  She didn't have any real family in the camp so he felt bad for her.  He went to her hut and opened the door.  The old lady was laying on the bed.  But there was someone else with her.  His back was turned and he was kind of hunched over.  He said "Hello."  Then that person turned his head.  My friend said what he saw was demonic.  The demon had a hideous face and a long tongue.  It smiled at my friend.  My friend was scared.  But he gathered his wits.  He closed his eyes and prayed for God to remove that thing.  When he opened his eyes, the demon was gone.  Sometime later, that old woman died.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 05, 2012, 03:59:26 PM
Republic,
I so aware of these two places. I'm not gonna repeat my story but if you get to my stories you'll run into my events on that park. As for Mt. Airy that place has a lot of stuff that can't be explain.

The last house before My OG's bought a house was by far the strangest stuff. Like when I started to go to church and would stay up late read'n the good book of the Lord, I would have nightmares and the Devil himself would come pick fights with me and tell'n me how well my faith is to god and he would ask me to go to the basement and test my faith. but being a chicken I never went down there to challenge him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 05, 2012, 04:10:50 PM
Republic,
All your stories are well edited and prep, That's what I expect from a collage grad. Please go on with more of your spooky stories.
It seems to me that you were once a naughty dude who got lost in the mix of life then found GOD and turn your life around. Am I right?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on July 05, 2012, 05:46:43 PM
Just a commentary on grammar and syntax:

I just have to say - DAYEEM!  I'm on page 140-something and I have to say some of you people are absolutely unreadable!  I don't mean to be the grammar Nazi but come on people! 

IF you were not born in this country, I am not talking to you.  English is truly your second language and you do the best that you can.

BUT if you were born in this country OR IF you grew up in this country...REAL LY?  Throw in a comma or a period every once in awhile.  It makes a big difference.  Also, paragraphs are good too.  By no means am I asking for perfection.  This is an informal message forum not an English class.  But if people are here, they want to read your story.  At least make it easier for people to understand what you're trying to say.  I wasn't born in this country AND I'm retarded.  If I can put a proper sentence together so can you.

One final note then I'm done:  Ebonics make stories funny and NOT scary.  If something is "little," then please for the love of God type "little" or "small" or "tiny" or "miniscule" or whatever.  Do NOT call it "lilo."  I read a story that might have been pretty spooky but-for the half dozen or so uses of the adjective "lilo!"  This made me chuckle so much that the story completely lost it's ability to scare me.

I am sure you've offended some, but then again... we're Hmong and many of the people reading and writing are doing it from their phones or iPads (not me though).  Just saying....
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on July 05, 2012, 06:37:49 PM
My brothers said that Mt. Airy homes were built on grounds that used to be a graveyard for fallen Native Americans.  My cousin that lived there used to tell us that when him and his siblings were young and able to see things, they used to go out and play tag at night.  They would see huge shadowy figures that looked as though they were riding horses.  Or they'd see the "Headless Horseman."  And late at night, they'd hear faint voices of Native Americans singing and chanting.

Does anyone know about the tallest hill in Mt. Airy?  That area was where a young Hmong boy shot and killed himself because he stole from the Hmong store on Jackson Street (store right next to Mt. Airy).  The owners caught him stealing and they were going to call the cops and he had begged them not to because he didn't fear anything except for his dad (who at the time was an abusive father).  As they were dialing for the cops, the boy ran out the door and with his dad's gun in his hand, he went to the top of the hill (it's all fenced up now) and shot himself.  To this day, late at night kids can hear someone crying from that particular area.  It has always been known as a cold spot as well.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: SuperFly on July 05, 2012, 07:15:09 PM
My aunt who co-owned a funeral home used to have the spirits following her home at night.  Her and my uncle are tough.  They never talk about those things that go "bump" in the night.  They don't believe in it either.  They say once it's dead, it's really dead.  There's nothing more to it.  I'm sure they've experienced enough frightening things, but they don't share it with anyone.  But my aunt has mentioned a thing or two to my mom. 

My aunt said that when she goes home after running the funeral home, she goes paranoid because she would hear voices.  Voices that constantly ask her about why they're dead or where's their family, etc.  The voices would carry on even when she's trying to sleep in her bed at home.  She tries to ignore them as much as possible, but they just keep talking to her.  There were many that tried to possess her as well. 

She has converted herself to Christianity now.  She reads the bible daily and her prayers have successfully kept the spirits away from her.  The voices she hears have faded away.  My uncle is too stubborn to convert, though.  And half of the family refuses to convert.  So for some people, they find hope in God.  And that was what she was missing for a very long time.  My mom said that my aunt has gone Church-crazy because she is so deeply devoted that she spends every day in Church whether it be Hmong or Meka churches. 

So there is some good in our traditional religion and some good in other religions.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 07:36:52 PM
Republic,
All your stories are well edited and prep, That's what I expect from a collage grad. Please go on with more of your spooky stories.
It seems to me that you were once a naughty dude who got lost in the mix of life then found GOD and turn your life around. Am I right?

I was never a thug or a gangster if that's what you mean.  I did have my share of fun though, mostly revolving around girls and what guys do to have fun.  I always had tremendous respect for my parents and mostly just concentrated on school, so in that respect I was never naughty.  However, finding Christ has been a wonderful blessing in my life.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 07:42:34 PM
Before I lived in St. Paul, I was dating a girl there.  During one visit, we wanted to be alone so we went to Mound's Park.  We found a secluded spot close to sunset just to be alone.  Then out of nowhere, we both heard drums.  It wasn't like the Hmong funeral drums.  It sounded exactly like the Native American Indian drums out of the movies.  It was really faint, but we both heard it.  It went on for a long time, then it was kind of funny.  An Indian family (Indian from the country India) walked by on one of the trails and the drumming stopped.  We both got a little spooked so we got up and walked out behind them.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 05, 2012, 08:18:31 PM
Poj Ntxoog

Ever since I was a kid I wondered about the Hmong Poj Ntxoog.  As Hmong kids, we all heard the spooky stories from the adults.  Some probably even used threats of the Poj Ntxoog to scare us as kids into not wandering away during a fishing or camping trip.  As a young man, I wondered if maybe this creature was just some kind of new, yet undiscovered monkey.  The typical description of the Poj Ntxoog is that it is small with long white hair, sometimes long black hair.  It looks human and has fierce teeth and sometimes claws.  To me, that sounds like an animal.  But now as an adult, I cannot discount that this creature reeks more of the demonic than the natural. 

One time while chatting with my mom, we started talking about the supernatural.  She usually does not open up about it because I think my mom is able to see things from time to time and it scares her.  On this occasion, my mom told us that when she was a young girl, her cousin was taken by a Poj Ntxoog.  She said an uncle was going out to gather firewood.  He didn't want to enter the jungle alone, so he took his little niece with him.  She was only about 5 or 6 at the time.  They didn't go far into the jungle, but they were off of the main trail.  He began cutting wood as the little girl played nearby.  After some time, he realized she wasn't humming to herself anymore.  He looked around and panicked.  He looked up and in the tree was a white creature with long flowing white hair jumping away on the branches.  At that moment, he heard faint voices.  He ran towards the trail and saw a small group of Hmong people walking along the trail.  He begged them for help.  They spread out and looked for the little girl but found nothing.  He ran back to my mom's village and the adults went out to search.  Nothing.  They had someone saib and that shaman said the little girl was taken by that white Poj Ntxoog. 

Another time, I was travelling with my dad and two other men to Washington DC.  My dad and those two men had been soldiers during the war and they were all going to DC to take part in one of the gatherings they used to stage to garner support for the Lao Veteren's Naturalization Act.  It was great to be able to go and just listen to them recount war stories.  We drove all through the night to arrive in DC the following morning.  Late in the night, the war stories waned and the subject turned to ghost stories.  They all had scary stories to share but this is the one that I remember about a Poj Ntxoog.

I asked the men if they thought there was anything to the Poj Ntxoog stories.  They all said yes.  Then I said asked them if any of them had ever seen a Poj Ntxoog.  Cha got really serious and he said he had (his name is not really Cha but for this story that's what we'll call him).  Cha said that when he was a boy, he was playing hide and seek with his cousins.  None of them were older than 10 or 11, so they played near a house which was right by the entry to the jungle.  The kids were laughing and running around just doing what kids do.  Then an old man that lived in the house came out and told them to keep it down.  Cha said there was a kawm (one of those big woven baskets worn like a backpack to carry firewood and other stuff in) leaning against the side of the house with a piece of cloth covering the top.  The old man laughed and told the kids to keep it down as he leaned over to pick up the kawm.  Suddenly, as he removed the cloth, a little white monkey-like thing jumped out.  It had long white hair and red eyes.  It bit the old man's hand then it screamed as it jumped away into the jungle.  The kids stood in shock for a minute then they all ran away including Cha.  Cha said he went and told his dad.  Cha's dad and several other men came running to the old man's house.  The found him.  He was ok, but he had a bloody bite mark on his hand.  Cha said the old man got really sick and nearly died but they did some kind of shaman blessings on him to save him.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 05, 2012, 11:30:55 PM
My brothers said that Mt. Airy homes were built on grounds that used to be a graveyard for fallen Native Americans.  My cousin that lived there used to tell us that when him and his siblings were young and able to see things, they used to go out and play tag at night.  They would see huge shadowy figures that looked as though they were riding horses.  Or they'd see the "Headless Horseman."  And late at night, they'd hear faint voices of Native Americans singing and chanting.

Does anyone know about the tallest hill in Mt. Airy?  That area was where a young Hmong boy shot and killed himself because he stole from the Hmong store on Jackson Street (store right next to Mt. Airy).  The owners caught him stealing and they were going to call the cops and he had begged them not to because he didn't fear anything except for his dad (who at the time was an abusive father).  As they were dialing for the cops, the boy ran out the door and with his dad's gun in his hand, he went to the top of the hill (it's all fenced up now) and shot himself.  To this day, late at night kids can hear someone crying from that particular area.  It has always been known as a cold spot as well.
which hill is tat? On arch street or tat one street on the otherside of the mt. Airy?i haven't drive'n there since 10+ yrs ago. And when you mention fence up,  is tat by that hi way on penn and rice street?
 Or by franklin elem. Now you got me wonder'n.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 05, 2012, 11:34:32 PM
If ur talk'n about a fence up, i remember tat there was a hmng kid tat got ran over on tat street. Therfore it go fence up to keep kids outta there. Cuz b 4 there was never a fence, cuz i go catch lizards there. Fast littler bugger too. Rite by the wall. And i use to go up the side of the hill and pick rasberry , there was a tree and. I would sit under and pick anf eat it all day.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on July 06, 2012, 08:05:23 AM
If ur talk'n about a fence up, i remember tat there was a hmng kid tat got ran over on tat street. Therfore it go fence up to keep kids outta there. Cuz b 4 there was never a fence, cuz i go catch lizards there. Fast littler bugger too. Rite by the wall. And i use to go up the side of the hill and pick rasberry , there was a tree and. I would sit under and pick anf eat it all day.

I have no idea what you just posted.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: saki saki on July 06, 2012, 06:54:14 PM
I have no idea what you just posted.
lol my bad. ;D if you go down tat hi way toward 35w east N west. Just before you drive past the side of Mt. Airy to the rite there's a small retain'n wall. If you don't look for it you could of pass it before you even know it. A bit better? ;D
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on July 07, 2012, 12:54:41 AM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Mounds_Park_(Saint_Paul,_Minnesota) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_Mounds_Park_(Saint_Paul,_Minnesota))

Is this the mound park you guys talking about?
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 07, 2012, 02:06:52 AM
That looks like it to me.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 07, 2012, 03:30:25 PM
Hmong Black Magic

Khawv koob is the name for Hmong Black Magic.  We have probably all heard of someone in our family who dabbled in black magic.  My family is no different.  When I was younger, my dad told me about an uncle who refused to come to America.  My dad said this uncle was very powerful with black magic and could do a number of things that puzzled the mind.  To family members, he was kind, loving, and generous.  However, my dad said he was feared by outsiders.  In Laos, he supposedly used his black magic to get revenge on many people he considered enemies.  The danger though is that anyone who dares to use black magic must eventually pay a price for that power. 

Before the war, my uncle decided that he wanted to start giving up his black magic powers.  A missionary had come to his village and taught about the love of Jesus Christ.  My uncle was very intrigued and began listening and learning more.  Very quickly, he accepted Christ and he brought his entire family to Christ. 

My uncle's black magic demons were not pleased.  Because my uncle's faith was new and not very firm yet, the demons were able to exact vengence on his family for converting to Christianity.  Three of his children died within a couple of years due to various illnesses.  Their deaths were hard on the man.  He became very angry and embittered.  Rather than hold firm to his faith, my uncle returned to the old ways and continued to practice his black magic. 

Years later, Laos fell and my uncle and his remaining family fled to Thailand.  There, he refused to come to America.  He was content to stay in the camps.  In the mid-90s, my parents returned to Thailand and visited the camps.  My dad said he had a wonderful visit with my uncle.  He was still as kind and welcoming to my dad as he had ever been.  However, two years after my dad's visit, my uncle began seeing things.  Apparently, his demons began betraying him.  Other demons that were kept at bay were now haunting his dreams.  At night, he would see shadows and visions of horrific things.  Dark children dressed in Hmong clothing would come to him at night asking for food.  My cousin arranged for a shaman to come heal my uncle.  However, nothing worked. 

One day, my uncle believed that a demon was inside of him and he needed to get it out.  When no one was around, he took a very sharp Hmong knife and he cut his own stomach open from one side to the other.  When my cousin came home, he was laying on the dirt floor in a pool of his own blood, barely alive, but with all of his intestines strewn about him.  My cousin kneeled down and held him.  He whispered a few things that were incoherent.  Then he died in my cousin's arms. 

Most of his children had come to America over the years.  After his death, the ones who still believed in the old ways, had terrible dreams about him and his demons.  The ones who were Christians didn't dream about anything. 

Someone posted earlier in this thread that maybe Hmong black magic only effected those who believed in the old ways.  I think there is something to this.  My dad was a military officer during the war.  He said that there were Hmong soldiers who could do black magic who would get upset at American CIA officers.  As a result, they tried to use their demons to attack the Americans but nothing happened. 

I have an aunt who is a learned shaman.  She is crazy.  From time to time she will get possessed by her demons and do and say crazy things.  When her favorite daughter graduated from college, the daughter got engaged to a white guy.  My aunt flipped out.  That's when her demonization began.  She was so desperate to save her daughter from marrying a white man that she went to a master of black magic and paid her thousands of dollars to send a demon to break them up.  Nothing.  That white guy is a Christian and so is her daughter.  Today, they actually have a very good marriage and are both very successful.  The family believes however that those demons kind of bounced back and made her crazier because of what she tried to do.  It's kind of sad. 

I guess the moral of the story is don't mess with Hmong black magic.  It's bad for your mental health.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on July 09, 2012, 04:22:43 PM
more stories plx
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 10, 2012, 02:06:22 AM
The 14th Floor

I have a friend whom we will call Mary.  Mary was in college.  During her freshman year, she as placed into a dorm that was reportedly haunted.  Mary was a pretty level-headed type of person and she did not pay much heed to things like ghosts and goblins so she just shrugged off the stories.  One night, Mary needed to study for an exam.  However, she was finding it hard to concentrate since her roommate was home.  The roommate liked to play her music at the highest volume setting.  So, even though she was wearing headphones, Mary could still hear the music blaring through. 

Mary needed a quiet place to study.  She could go to the library, but being a petite girl and new to college, she wasn't comfortable walking across campus at night.  Mary then remembered that the top floor of the dorm was empty.  All of the rooms were being renovated and no one was living on the top floor during this particular semester.  She had gone up there a couple of times to study before.  Even though, girls on her floor whispered that the top floor was haunted, Mary never noticed anything strange in the time she spent up there.  So she gathered up her things, and headed for the elevator.

Mary went to the 14th floor and entered the lounge.  The dorm rooms were being worked on, but the floor lounge still had all of its lamps and furniture in place.  The only difference was this lounge didn't have a handful of giggling girls doing their nails and talking.  Mary settled in and began her studies.  Everything was nice and quiet as always.  However, she noticed something strange.  Every 15 minutes or so, the elevator would ding, then open, but no one exited.  She ignored it.  After some time, she realized she needed a book that was in her room.  So Mary, popped up and headed for the elevator so she could retrieve her book.  She went to her room, got her book, then came back to the 14th floor lounge.

It was strange.  Her chair had been moved.  When she scooted back, the chair couldn't have gone that far, could it?  The chair had slid backwards nearly ten feet.  Mary shook it off and thought maybe she shifted back harder and further than she thought.  After a few minutes of studying, she cursed herself.  She needed some class notes that were back in her room.  So she entered the elevator again and returned to her room.  She quickly found her notebook and went back to the 14th floor.  When Mary entered the lounge, she dropped her notebook and SCREAMED!

EVERY chair in the lounge was stacked up in the middle of the room!  IMPOSSIBLE!  No one was up here.  But there it was right in front of her.  The room had also grown much colder too for some reason. 

Mary quickly grabbed her things and rushed back to her room.  By now her roommate had gone out so she was alone.  But her level-headed mind was too shaken to concentrate.  Too scared to study, she called a friend and told him what happened.  It was several hours before Mary's fear subsided and she could return to her studies.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 10, 2012, 02:39:52 AM
Dab Tsuam

The Hmong have a common paranormal occurrence called "dab tsuam."  There are many stories in this thread simplifying it even more as "being sat on" by a demon or a ghost.  Most Americans explain this as "sleep paralysis."  I tend to agree that most of the times, these episodes are probably sleep paralysis where the mind creates an imagined fear and the body is unable to move.  HOWEVER, westerners also have another explanation for this and this explanation rings of the demonic.  In the west, there are demons known as incubus and succubus.  Both are sexual ghosts or demons that typically come upon a sleeping victim, usually at night.  The incubbus is a male entity that attacks women and the succubus is the female entity that attacks men. 

Personally, I can only remember being the victim of a dab tsuam a couple of times, once in college and once in law school.  In college when it happened, I was absolutely paralyzed.  I can remember mumbling and trying my hardest to move but being unble to.  My teeth were clenched tightly and I swear, I thought my jaw would lock up.  It seemed to go on forever, but it eventually stopped and I fell asleep.

In law school, I lived in the graduate students dorm.  I was sleeping night with my back to the door.  I lived on the top floor of the building and had a beautiful view of the city.  My window was a huge picture window that as nearly the entire wall.  Thus, I placed my bed right up against the window.  That night, I was laying in bed just staring at the city lights and waiting for sleep to take me.  I was in that stage between being fully awake and fully asleep when I sensed I was not alone.  My eyes could see the city lights which is why I really do not think I was asleep.  I felt cold and I felt somethign was in my dorm with me.  I could just sense it ambling closer and closer.  I was frozen in place.  No matter how hard to tried to move, I could not.  Although I was not really a Christian yet, I called upon Jesus to help me.  Suddenly, the spell broke and I turned over quickly, even throwing a wicked UFC style elbow as I let out a hollar.  I didn't hit anything.  In fact, when I looked around, there was nothing but my dark room. 

There is power in the name of Jesus.  Even if you're not a Christian, if this terrifying thing happens to you, I would encourage you to call out to Jesus. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 10, 2012, 02:54:19 AM
A Powerful Incubus

I have a friend, we'll call him Tou.  Tou and his wife were a part of a church.  Tou was very involved and very active.  However, Tou's wife was less interested - both in the church and in Tou.  She began to mess around.  She ended up having an affair with a Mexican guy from her work place.  After the affair, things got strange and scary. 

Tou's wife began experiencing ghostly visits from an unseen entity.  At first, it only happened when she was sleeping.  They chalked it up to bad dreams.  The pastor and the church did their parts to pray for the couple.  But the dreams only got worse.  Eventually, the demonic attacks became more aggressive.  Now Tou's wife was experiencing them when she was quite obviously awake.  The demons would crawl into bed with her and lay on her.  Even when she protested, it would force itself on her and rape her.  She said she actually felt genitals and penetration like it was actual sex with a man only there was no one there!

Tou was a Christian, but his kwvtij were not.  They convinced him to stop going to church and let them try to ua neeb for his wife.  After much consideration, Tou agreed.  He left the church completely.  He took his wife to Green Bay where his uncle had a shaman come and peformed a ceremony for her.  At first it seemed to work.  But several months later, the demon returned.  The attacks go even worse.  Tou's wife was so scared she looked like she never slept. 

So they sold their house and moved.  The move helped...for a short time.  Eventually, the demon found her again at their brand new house.  They sold their house again.  They decided to move to Green Bay to be closer to Tou's family in the hopes that they could find help.  After selling their house, they moved in with Tou's cousin while their house was being prepared in Green Bay.  After two months, Tou and his wife moved to Green Bay.

When they left Tou's cousin's house though, the demon stayed.  Tou's cousin had several very pretty daughters.  Over the course of the next few months, all of the daughters were attacked by the demon.  The cousin called in a shaman to do a ceremony to rid the house of hte demon.  It worked.  But the demon found Tou's wife again!  The last I heard, they were just doing their best to deal with it. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 10, 2012, 06:21:49 PM
@repubic

the story about meka churches. can you uncover what there is on 'sacred or holy' grounds? until you can dig up earthly foundations. speak not for meka for you don't know what else they don't want you to know.

the story about mound's park indian drummer. when you do dig up earthly foundations, you will know that the spirit caller wanted you to hear what you heard. what is a spirit caller? a shaman, ofcourse, never will a 'devoted' christian hear anything like it. so, proves you aren't of ancestry/lineage with meka teachings in their version of god/christ. also, maybe the indian guy was out for a late night stroll having on a mp3 player, then turned it down 'cause he was like, wth are those over there? oh, it's only republic.

the poj ntxoog story. don't mess with that stuff. only the realest dealers will tell you more and give you a charm of it as proof and medicine; but do be skeptical about many other similar claimers.

the khawv koob story. IDK how you came to your conclusion about hmong khawv koob, but it sounds you were only taught about the abuse of it or rather, the dark arts. there other several other forms, arts and attributes. one of them? I will purposely bring up, which is khawv koob yaig per sampling. now, black magic or dark arts has its negative side effects and symptoms. I can tell you now, christianity will not, did not and or was not the reason why you or your relative was protected from it. all I can only say to you is, the dormancy will remain static no matter the stream of life you acculture => a/o-ccult => cult that you think runs in you 'cause opportunistic conception dwells in your blind-spots. so, can you still solve the mystery of the oiji board you had messed around with? allow me to cast you a riddle. Face-value has a price, you either redeem it or lose it at the cost of you or someone you know.

the story about the 14th floor. I'd like to have witnessed it. meaning I'd have to be there with marry. just her and I.  ;) but, there's-something-about-marry. IDK what it is 'cause I don't know the marry you are talking about, and I wasn't there; but I do know marry had-a-little-lamb. I do know there is musical-chairs. and I do know that the word 'marry' and the #14 is a sum and or multiplier.

the story about dab tsuam. sleep paralysis. now let's forget about everything else associated with it.

the story about a powerful incubus. they can try moving into an apartment complex building with several floors and many other inhabitants somewhere in the heart of a metro area. this is when you'd rather be unfaithful than faithful. sucks, doesn't it.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 10, 2012, 11:16:48 PM
I'm sorry.  I'm trying to understand what you typed but I'm finding it difficult.

I really do appreciate the response to the stories I shared though.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 10, 2012, 11:32:52 PM
City of St. Paul City Hall Haunted?

For three years, I worked in City Hall in St. Paul, MN.  I never personally witnessed anything but City Hall is supposedly haunted.  People have reported seeing ghosts dressed in 1920s attire walking around the building, particular down in the basement level. 

My secretary shared this story with me.  When I worked for the city, she had already been a city employee for many, many years.  She told me that she hated going down to the basement, particularly at the end of the day when there was hardly anyone left in the building.  She said she always felt eyes on her down there.  But one particular incident happened a few years after she began working there that really re-affirmed her fears.

One day, she was asked to go downstairs and retrieve some files.  It was late on a Friday afternoon and the only people left in the basement were two female file clerks.  She got off the elevator and went to the office she needed to go to.  She go her files from the ladies then wished them a good weekend.  Afterwards, she exited and turned the corner for the elevator.  Perhaps 20 feet ahead of her was a man dressed in a dark suit.  He was wearing a hat and carrying a briefcase and a trenchcoat. 

The man kept his head down and walked ahead of her at a brisk pace.  He entered the elevator then stepped to the side to press the buttons, all the while keeping his head down.  She said his hate shielded his eyes.  My secretary called out for the man to hold the elevator.  The door started to close so she picked up her pace.  She reached the elevator just as the doors came together in the middle.  She stuck her arm out and stopped the door from closing.  The door's sensors automatically sprang the doors back fully open.

When she stepped into the elevator, EVERY SINGLE HAIR ON HER BODY STOOD ON END...the elevator was empty.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: yajmafia on July 11, 2012, 08:16:39 AM
Snaps bro.  You have some wicked stories.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 11, 2012, 11:55:52 AM
Quick Random Ghost Stories

Scratching in the Closet

One night, when I was still a kid, I went to bed.  My brothers were both already asleep in the beds next to mine.  However, my mind was wandering and I couldn't fall asleep.  I laid there in the dark with my eyes closed.  Then suddenly, I heard something strange.  There came a scratching sound from the closest.  My brothers and I shared a bedroom as little kids.  Our beds were set up one right next to the other with my bed right next to the closet. 

As I laid there, I held my breath to make sure I wasn't imagining it.  Soon it happened again!  I tried to rationalize it.  Maybe it was a mouse or even a rat.  But, then something struck me to scare me even more.  The scratching came in a repeated pattern.  *scratch scratch scratch*PAUSE*scratch scratch scratch*PAUSE*scratch scratch scratch*

I don't know how long I held my breath but I just pretended to be asleep and hoped it would go away.  Eventually, my fear gave into sleep.  It never happened again.


Dad Saw a Ghost

During the weekend I drove to DC with my dad and some other older Hmong men who had served in the war, my dad shared this story with us.  My dad said he never really experienced a lot of supernatural things growing up.  However, there was one thing that happened to him that he cannot really explain.

My dad was a military officer.  He showed talent in school, so as a you as a young man, he was recruited to work with the GVP and the CIA officers.  He had been away a long time and finally he was getting the chance to go home and visit his family for a couple of weeks.  He was glad to be home, but as most young men do, he soon got bored.  One day he decided he was going to walk to the next village and try to meet some girls.  My dad got dressed up in his officers suit and completed his ensemble with his standard issueed sidearm!  I laughed at that part.  He said he wanted to make an impression.

My dad ended up meeting some girls (sisters).  Their parents knew my grandfather and they knew who my dad was so they asked him to stay.  He ended up spending the day with the sisters.  They insisted he have dinner with them, so he did.  By the time he was ready to leave it was dark.  He said he didn't think anything of it because he grew up in the area and home wasn't that far away. 

My dad started heading home.  He told us that between the two villages, as was common apparently, there was a cemetary in which both villages buried most of their dead.  As he approached the cemetary, he started to get just a little nervous but ignored it.  However, as he got closer it was clear that there was a mist forming.  The mist came together and formed the outline of a person.  The mist person began to hover towards my dad.  My dad said he was frightened but he stood his ground.  He unholstered his sidearm and fired three shots at the mist.  The mist disapated and vanished entirely.  The jungle was now quiet after the three loud pops of his gun.  My dad hurried home.  When he arrived my grandparents were still up.  He told them what happened.  My grandfather did his thing to look into it and said it was nothing.  Grandpa said it was just one of the people buried at the cemetary being curious.


Mom Saw a Ghost

A few years ago, my parents were living with my younger brother.  They decided to sell the house and upsize.  The plan was to move into a large apartment so they could update the house and show it to potential buyers without interruption. 

My brother found a really nice apartment complex that had just been built a few months before.  It was close to the house.  This was nice since drive time to work wouldn't be substantually altered and familiar stores and restaurants were still nearby.  The place was really nice.  I visited it and it never seemed spooky or strange at all.  Everything was brand new, how could it be?!!

One day though, my niece started crying for no reason.  It was her nap time, but she wouldn't go to sleep.  She was laying down with the blanket up half over her face.  When my brother asked her what was wrong, she would point to an empty corner of the ceiling and say "Niv niv...niv niv!"  My brother though she saw a spider or something so he checked.  Nothing was in the corner.  It happened a couple more times and it started to freak the adults out. 

Then one day, on a Saturday morning, my mom was in the living room with the babies.  She was watching TV and just playing with them.  That's when she heard footsteps come into the kitchen behind her.  She just assumed it was my dad.  She started talking to him about what she wanted to do that day.  Then she heard something that spooked her.  From the bathroom down the hall, she heard my dad.  He was gargling and clearing his throat loudly the way he does in the morning.  So she quickly turned to the kitchen and saw that no one was there!  She glanced down the hallway and caught what looked like a white cape or the tail of a long bathrobe flare up like someone walking away really quickly.  She got up thinking it was my sister-in-law.  She went down the hallway and checked their room.  Nothing.  She thought for a second and knew it couldn't have been them since they weren't even home!  My brother had made my sister-in-law go fishing with him early that morning.  She checked her bedroom and sure enough, my dad wasn't in there because he was the one in the bathroom.  She got spooked.  She calmly came back to sit with the babies and waited for my dad to come out.

When she told my dad what happened, he just prayed for her and for the apartment.  Well...actuall y, first my dad laughed.  Then he prayed her and for the apartment.  They lived in those apartments for a year.  The house never did sell so they just moved back into the house.  That was the only time my mom ever saw anything that strange there.  It was weird though because the apartments were brand new.  I think there was something with the land itself.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 11, 2012, 09:38:48 PM
I'm sorry.  I'm trying to understand what you typed but I'm finding it difficult.


don't be. and you are not. I don't see anything sorry on your part toward my reply about your posts. don't try to understand. try to feel. it may make things more simpler.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 12, 2012, 01:40:09 AM
don't be. and you are not. I don't see anything sorry on your part toward my reply about your posts. don't try to understand. try to feel. it may make things more simpler.

LOL!  A fortune cookie company should hire you to write nonsensical fortunes.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 12, 2012, 02:00:18 AM
LOL!  A fortune cookie company should hire you to write nonsensical fortunes.

well, tyvm. I am all the wiser. which explains we chinese are more fortunate. think about that the next time you scoop up a spoon full of rice or eat out or have anything to do with Asian food. 'til then, you should go with bread and tomato sauce.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 12, 2012, 02:41:37 AM
well, tyvm. I am all the wiser. which explains we chinese are more fortunate. think about that the next time you scoop up a spoon full of rice or eat out or have anything to do with Asian food. 'til then, you should go with bread and tomato sauce.

Bread and tomato sauce?  Brilliant!
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: realism on July 12, 2012, 02:49:25 AM
Hey hey no idea what you 2 are going on about, but MORE STORIES PLX
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 12, 2012, 03:06:40 AM
Bread and tomato sauce?  Brilliant!

wrong. bread and tomato sauce is bravo! not brilliant. brilliant is northern usage, like say european. straight up american is awesome. but, the first ingredient and methods to make bread was adopted from Asia from all those rice cakes, and noodle making was also adopted, at the same time. sad to see many 'mid-upper class' have no bonds to roots.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Republic on July 12, 2012, 05:36:07 PM
Hey hey no idea what you 2 are going on about, but MORE STORIES PLX

I think population is trying to insult me but he's not that bright.  So his attempts to sound profound are just coming off as unintelligible mixed metaphors; thus, the origins of bread...LOL!  I have no clue where that is going.   :2funny:

Anyways, back to the ghost stories.

Hunting Ghost

A few years ago, a few of my mom's cousins came into town to go hunting with my dad and an uncle.  Deer hunting was really good the previous year, so when my dad shared the tales with my mom's cousins, they all got really excited and wanted to go.  Three of them ended up visiting.  The plan was to spend an entire week hunting and camping.  Everyone was really excited about it.  Unfortunately, my brothers and I were working and could not get the vacation time to go with the older fellas. 

Something weird happened though.  Three days into the trip, they all came home.  They didn't come home empty handed though.  So my uncle called us to go over for dinner that night.  They had plenty of deer meat and wanted to share.  We had a great time at the impromptu gathering at my uncle's house.  However, my brothers and I were curious:  Why did they come home so soon?

One of my mom's cousin told us this story.  Prior to coming down for the trip, he purchased a really nice GPS along with brand new batteries and spare batteries for his backpack.  Since he didn't know those woods, he did not want to get lost.  He said on the first day, everything was fine.  But on the second day, as he was wandering looking for game, he felt like something was watching him.  He said he would hear footsteps but when he looked behind him, there was no one.  All afternoon this was happening to him.  As the day wound down and he made his rendevous with the other men, it stopped.  He told the others about but his brothers just teased him.  They made camp and went to bed without any incident.

The next day, my mom's cousin was on his own again.  He wasn't hearing the footsteps anymore but he still felt uncomfortable.  He decided to stop wandering and find a spot to settle into.  He came to a small hill with trees that looked promising.  So he made his way to the big tree at the top of the hill.  Suddenly he heard moaning, almost like a woman moaning.  He looked and he said he saw a swirl of wind like a mini-tornado coming him.  As weird as it seemed, he said the moaning was coming from that wind.  It was working its way up the hill right for him.  My mom's cousin was scared witless.  He closed his eyes and could feel the dried leaves and debris swirl up and around him.  The moaning seemed to be right in his ear.  Then suddenly, the wind swirl vanished and it was silent.  The poor guy said his heart was pounding and he was panting trying to catch his breath he was so scared. 

He was no longer in any mood to hunt.  He decided to follow his GPS back to the camp and just wait there for the men there.  The weird part is his GPS was now dead.  It made no sense.  He shook the GPS, thumped it with his fist...nothing .  He removed those batteries and got the spares from his backpack.  Those were dead too!  Then he reached for his walkie-talkie and tried to reach my dad and the other men.  Yep, those batteries were drained also!

Luckily, he was able to retrace his steps and find his way back to camp.  Several hours later, the other men started to arrive.  When they saw him, they were relieved because they had been unable to speak with him all day long on the walkie.  He explained why and insisted that they go home.  Since they got a couple of nice sized deer that day, they reluctantly agreed.  My uncle said he thought his cousin had run into a "phim nyuaj vais." 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 12, 2012, 05:51:52 PM
Phim Nyuaj Vais

I am not sure how you spell it since it is a Laotian word and not Hmong.  However, most Hmong know what this is.  Supposedly, at certain places within a jungle or a forest, there is a spirit or many spirits that have marked their territory.  Anyone or anything that comes into that territory can be subject to an attack.  In Laos, these encounters seemed to be very common.

After my mom's cousin's encounter during a hunting trip, my uncle shared a story with us.  He said that as a boy, he encountered a phim nyuaj vais with his dad.  He said in those days, his dad own several kinds of farm animals which were placed on some property owned by his grandfather.  He said there were chickens, pigs, goats, and water buffalo all kind of in the same area.  One day, a couple of his dad's goats turned up dead.  It was very odd though because the goats just died and we're eaten.  I made a comment about chuppacabra but he just gave me a funny look.

Anyways, my uncle and his dad decided to go keep watch over the animals for a few nights to see if they could catch whatever was messing with the animals.  My uncle said where the animals were, there was a tall hill where his grandfather had built a small hut.  It was several hundred yards from the main home and provided shelter and rest if they were tending to the gardens or the animals. 

When my uncle and his dad arrived, day was waning.  They had a nice supply of wood nearby so they started a fire and cooked some food before settling in.  All was quiet until night came.  Once the sun had completely set, it started to get cold, then windy.  My uncle said at first it didn't seem like anything.  The wind picked up quite a bit.  Then suddenly there were strange sounds like a woman crying or moaning mixed with the sound of the wind.  Then there came knocks and pounding on the wooden door and walls.  The wind got so strong it felt like the roof might blow right off!  My uncle said he was so scared he started to cry.  He said his dad however was hard-core.  He just shrugged and sat by the fire to wait it out. 

All night long the wind whipped at the tiny hut.  Loud shrieks and pounding accompanied it.  Neither one of them slept all night.  In the morning they dashed straight home and told the grandpa.  The grandpa went out later that day and did some sort of ritual to appease the phim nyuaj vais.  Apparently it worked because the goats stopped dying and they never experienced anything like that at the little hut again.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sahara on July 12, 2012, 05:53:06 PM
Republic, thanks for sharing your many ghost stories.  Keep them coming.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 13, 2012, 12:13:00 AM
Republic, thanks for sharing your many ghost stories.  Keep them coming.

No problem Sahara, you are very welcome!

Haunted Rental House

My wife just reminded me of this story I can share.  I have a cousin who is a little older than I am.  His wife and my wife get along wonderfully so when this happend she called my wife up right away to tell her about it. 

A couple of years ago, my cousin and his wife moved into a rental home in St. Paul with their two children.  The home was nothing unique.  It was just a typical Minnesota 3 bedroom house.  The rent was cheap and the location was good for my cousin's work.  It turned out, they wouldn't be living there long at all.

For the first few days things were quiet.  Then they would see shadows and hear voices.  Sometimes, the voices sounded like children giggling.  At the time, their daughter was a toddler and just learning to talk and run around.  One day when my cousin had gone to work, his wife was with the kids in the living room.  She was working on something.  Suddenly the little girl ran to her crying.  She was turned and pointed to an empty corner bawling, "Mow-mow, mow-mow."  This definitely creeped my cousin's wife out.  Later that day, she told my cousin who just laughed it off.

Soon after that incident, they noticed that the garage door would always be open when they got home.  It didn't matter if they drove to Wisconsin to visit family for the weekend or if they just ran down to the local Rainbow grocery for an hour.  When they got back, the garage door was open.  My cousin called the landlord about it since he was concerned the garage door opener was on the same frequency as a neighbor's.  The landlord did something to reset the openers but they still had the same issue.  My cousin began manually locking the garage door with the slide-lever mechanism.  It worked for a few days, then the stupid garage door would be open again.

The final straw came on another work day.  My cousin was at work.  His wife was with the kids.  After a busy morning, she put the kids to nap.  She decided to nap herself.  After closing her eyes for a few minutes the kids started to cry.  Then the kids ran down the hall and into her room.  They were hysterical about something.  She couldn't make out what they were saying so she just tried to calm them down.  Eventually they settled down enough to sleep on her bed.  At some point, she fell asleep too. 

Then the creepiest part came about an hour or two later.  My cousin's wife was stirred awake by voices.  She couldn't make out what they were saying.  But they were laughing.  She said it sounded like a father was playing with her daughter.  She said she could here a ball bouncing in the hallway.  She felt to her side and sure enough both her kids were next to her.  She glanced at the clock and my cousin was still at work.  My cousin's wife closed her eyes again pretending to be asleep, although by this time she was petrified with fear!  Suddenly, she heard the bedroom door creak wide open as the sound of a ball bounced into the bedroom.  She said she felt the weight of a ball land at the foot of the bed.  Suddenly, the full weight of a small child jumped onto the bed.  The ghost child landed squarely on my cousin's wife's legs!  She yelped loudly in pain and fear.  When my wife told me this part I laughed.  The ghost child must have been scared too because my cousin's wife heard little footsteps quickly run out of the bedroom!

When my cousin got home, his wife was bawling!  She was terrified of what was in the house.  And she was pissed at him for not taking it seriously.  LOL!  Within a few days, they moved out. 

This story made me think of the movie the Others.  In that movie, the ghosts didn't know they were ghosts and in fact, the ghosts couldn't even see the living people who were living in their house!  I wonder if it was like that for the ghost child and her ghostly father?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 13, 2012, 12:35:58 AM
Haunted Gardens in Eau Claire

I have a lot of family in Eau Claire, WI, and every single one of them LOVE to garden.  Apparently, there is this plot of land where the Hmong people used to all go garden.  When we were kids and we visited Eau Claire, they would take my parents out to the gardens all the time to pick veggies.  After they told my parents it was haunted and no one ever stayed past sundown, my mom would make sure my dad was always close by.   ;D  Chicken. 

Anyways, the story is that a white couple committed suicide together in the woods adjacent to the garden.  Apparently, the couple was teenagers whose parents did not approve.  So instead of toughing it out, they hung themselves from a tree.  I guess it's not just Hmong lovers who do dumb stuff.  But I digress. 

The Hmong people said that often times, they would see two people frolicking in the grass right by the edge of the woods.  Once you drove up, the people would vanish into the woods.  Every so often people would see vapory mists or shadows and even hear voices. 

The creepiest thing happened to my hard-core uncle.  Everyone has an uncle or a cousin like my uncle.  He's seen everything.  He's done everything.  So nothing phases him.  Well, one day he went out to garden by himself.  It was supposed to storm that day so when he got out there, no one was there except for a Hmong lady and her daughter.  The mother and daughter were leaving though by the time my uncle got there.  My uncle worked through the morning since the rain held off.  Around noon, he sat down to have some lunch.  He said he was eating a bag of potato chips.  When he set it down, he reached for his Gatorade.  As he took a sip of Gatorade, he looked down and saw a black snake slither right into his bag of chips!  My uncle stood up and stepped back a bit.  He waited but the snake didn't come out of the bag.  He reached down and the bag had no snake in it, just the rest of his chips.  He took that as a sign that it was time to go home. 

My uncle gathered up his gear and loaded up his truck.  Just as he started his engine, the rain started.  He said it didn't just rain, it poured hard!  He slowly started to drive away.  He reached the gravel road which was starting to get muddy and began to drive towards the paved road.  After driving about a hundred yards on the gravel road, he saw an old hmong woman sitting on the side of the road.  He said she was wearing Hmong clothes and just sitting on the grass facing away from the road.  Immediately, he stopped his truck to help her thinking it was a lady who just got caught in the rain.  He stepped out of his truck and sure enough, there was no one there.  The old woman who had been sitting there just vanished into thin air.  This managed to creep my uncle out a little. 

When he got home he told my aunt.  She got really scared.  She told him that an old Hmong woman who had been sick for a few days had just died that morning. 
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 13, 2012, 02:30:56 AM
I think population is trying to insult me but he's not that bright.  So his attempts to sound profound are just coming off as unintelligible mixed metaphors; thus, the origins of bread...LOL!  I have no clue where that is going.   :2funny:


it was a simple notion of your 'fortune cookie; referencing, and I see you fiend ignorance. how you ever thought of that idea to begin with, tells me you were greatly offended from my post about one of your stories, which I don't see how one would get so easily offended with such a little remark. if insulting you is what you think I am doing, you haven't seen any of it, yet. but, don't worry, I am not one like most of you hmongs who sets off on the defense at the start of any/everything and who gets off repulsively at petty things such as slight criticism and or small remarks. at least use some professionalis m when you've got some education.

anyway, there's no point of me having to explain that. it's no use, but I prefer you to type out your ghost stories.  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: population1 on July 13, 2012, 02:44:28 AM
Hey hey no idea what you 2 are going on about, but MORE STORIES PLX

yea, I know. exactly. I've figured republic is got a case of the big serious.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on July 13, 2012, 07:40:56 AM
Ohyo I have something weird to relate to this well not really but somewhat yes. I used to have dreams about demons and how they were imprisoned until like thousands of years later and that it was up to every new generation (idk why it's got to be hmong ppl or ppl with power) who awakens with their power(idk how to phrase) to raise and imprison them again. I've been dreaming these for a long time now since i was 11 or 12 around there. In my dreams the demons wreck havoc and kill the human soul by eating them. But most where stopped by the ......... (have no idea how to phrase them) they glow in a way but other than them the regular ppl just run and run and run nowhere to hide. I know weird dreams might just be my imagination, I'm still dreaming them and they change but lately I haven't had a dream in a while 2 so yep. Sort of relates but not really.
I've been a guest for 2 years now and had created an account a while back, but never activated it.  After reading about your dream I couldn't resist but want to respond. 

It's interesting that it's been brought up on this thread twice now.  First, the Hmong youth rising up and practicing and then the dream of demons being locked up with glowing something to stop them only when they get out of prison.

It's sounds truly frightening and unbelievable and I'm trying to put the pieces together.  As of late I've had this feeling that something is wrong, very wrong because I can't seem to understand why so many Hmong youth, and yes they are young, are being awaken with their power as you say.  Yes, they do emit a glowing light.  I believe you are referring to them when you refer to the glowing.

There is a story about how Hmong was created and have lost our true ways.  The story could be the link to why Hmong youth are being awaken with their powers.  I can't seem to piece it together. 

I apologize if I don't make any sense.

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on July 13, 2012, 09:43:11 AM
I woke up at 3 a.m. and can't sleep, so I finished off reading the rest of forum.  There are some really great stories with great story tellers.

No one, as far I can remember, has out right stated that ghosts really exist.  That there is a spiritual world out there and that there is life after death.  I have to admit I'm a seeker, but not willingly.  It's almost like I'm drawn towards it and there is this sense of fascination.  Some of us are born with the ability to sense this other world more in different ways.  I struggle with it, because isn't life hard enough as it is?  Now I have to worry about the spiritual world too?  But once you become aware how do you turn back?  How can you just shrug it off?  And then to learn that there are real demons too.  For some reason, ghosts don't scare me like the way demons do.  Demons are powerful.  Anyways, just venting some of my frustration and inner struggles.

Since you read that I owe you a first hand story:

When I was 21, 9 years ago, my family and I learned that my father was at his last stage of cancer and the doctors at Kaiser refused to treat him.  They gave him his death date and my poor father waited for that day to come.  When the death day came and went, he felt relief and hope again.  My mother, in the mean time, was flying all over where ever she heard that there was a spiritual healer who could possibly help.  It didn't matter if they were Hmong.  She would go and beg, pay any amount they ask, and do whatever they asked of her thinking she could somehow save her husband. 

I had no idea she was doing this.  My father was also physically being treated by a home hospice nurse and his Caucasian co-workers would occassionally stop by to pray for him and sing Christian songs for him.  At that time I didn't believe in the spiritual world nor did I think much about it even though I had witness things before.  I did wonder why my father would allow his Christian friends to come over to pray and sing at his bedside when he was far from a Christian. 

One day he pulled me aside and try to explain to me that there was a spiritual world and the physical world.  He was trying to heal himself in both worlds.  Not understanding what he was saying, I nodded my head and said okay.

Then one day, my father's pain became unbearable.  The ambulance came and picked him up and he was taken to the hospital.   No one was home, except for my grandpa and grandma on my mom's side and myself.  I wasn't close to them because they lived so far away and we hardly ever saw them. 

I remember this clearly, because the first thought that ran through my mind was, "How strange is that?".  My grandparents were in the living room which is way up in front of the house and I was in back of the house in the last bedroom straight down the long, dark, narrow hallway.  I absolutely hate long hallways. 

I was folding a blanket in the bedroom with the door wide open, starring straight out into the hallway when I saw two white figures, one after another, exiting my father's room.  They were 10 feet away from me.  They did not look at me, but exited his room jumping up and down.  Believe me, I did not have time to be scared.  It happened so fast.  It took me a  minute to register what I had witnessed and then ask myself, "What do I do now and why where they jumping?"

I waited a few minutes in the room, what seemed like an eternity, to ensure that the two figures were gone from the hallway.  This was when I remembered to be scared.  No chance in hell was I going to pass them up in the hallway.  As soon as I felt they were gone, I ran down the hallway into the living room to quietly sit with my grandparents.  I didn't breathe a word, but sat there on the sofa silently thanking them for being there. 

Later on that night, my mother called me to join her at the hospital where my father had to sleep over.  I brought a sleeping bag to sleep on the hard, cold hospital floor.  Before I knocked out, I told my mother I saw something strange at our home.  I explained the two white figures and demonstrated their movements of jumping.  She looked at me and said, "It's true.  The spirits really did come home with me."  She then explained that she had gone to go see a healer who had told her his spiritual healers will go home with her.  The jumping movements I witnessed was them doing neeg.   

My father didn't make it despite all the healing.  When it's your time to go, I guess there isn't anything anyone can do to stop it.  Even my father himself, who willed himself to live and did not want to pass to the other side, couldn't prevent it.  He worried about leaving my mother alone and his children who would be without a father to lookout for them.  He did not want us to suffer the way he did growing up without parents.

More to come on my father and his afterlife..... .............. .so when people tell me there is no such things as ghosts nor an afterlife, I know it to be different.

       

   
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on July 13, 2012, 10:27:52 AM
My father passed away in December, right before the Fresno Hmong New Year.  We lived in the bay area, but my father's relatives lived in Fresno.  Plus, my father wanted to be buried in Fresno where the Belmont cemetery is. 

My family and I drove down to Fresno to meet with the relatives about coordinating my father's funeral, so we ended up sleeping at one of my aunt's house right on Dakota and Maple.  My eldest brother and his wife owned a green Integra, which they parked right in front of the house on the street. 

The next morning, when we woke up, the Integra was gone!  So was all my father's important documents (life insurance, death certificate, social security card, you name it).  My brother did not think to bring them in.  He had put them all in his black backpack and thrown it to the backseat.  My mother was freakin' pissed!  She was so mad she went crazy for 2 split minutes.  She started rolling on the ground!  Can you imagine a full adult laying down and just rolling back and forth like a child?  I didn't know what to do, so I just followed her around trying to tell her it would be okay.  She must have gone in and out of the house like 5 times to the front yard and back in again when she decided to go outside towards the street and start screaming.  It was early in the morning too. 

My Hmong isn't that great, but I could understand she was screaming at my father.  She was screaming at him to see how after he had left her, this is what her life had come to.  Everything was lost and that if he really cared about her and the children, he would go find that car by this afternoon and get those documents back.  By this time, I was freaked out.  I had never seen my mother like this nor knew you could talk to the dead that way. 

After my mother's ranting, she went into the house and immediately phoned her father, who also immediately came over and did some sort of ritual.  A call was also made by my brother to report his stolen vehicle.

We waited in town to see if we would get a call back from the police about the stolen vehicle by the afternoon as my mother had instructed my father.  Nothing, nothing at all.  Defeated, my mother and us went back home that night.

A week passed and my mother had somewhat calmed down.  Everyone kept waiting for the call from the Fresno PD.  We had really given up hope.  We were thinking about plan B already, in trying to obtain another death certificate and what not, maybe hire a lawyer...who knows, but then the call from Fresno PD finally came.  And it pissed us all off even more.

Turned out, Fresno PD located the vehicle that same afternoon we reported it.  They just didn't bother to call until a week later.  We contacted the yard that was holding the vehicle and asked about the condition of the vehicle.  They said it was stripped inside completely.  There was nothing left.  How depressing right?

When we got to the yard, my mother ran towards the vehicle and looked in the backseat.  This was where my brother last left his backpack.  Nothing there.  She almost broke down into tears.  But then when we opened up the trunk of the vehicle my mother's breath caught.  There it was!  The backpack had been thrown into the trunk!

My mother grabbed it and immediately opened it.  Everything was there.  No documents missing!  It was as though it had never been touched.

Unbelievable!  How could that possibly be?  How could these car-jackers strip the inside of the vehicle but toss the backpack into the trunk?   Why would they even bother?  Why not toss out the backpack or burn it or whatever?  Was it a coincidence?  The vehicle having been found by afternoon and backpack intact in the vehicle?  My guts told me no, but then what does that mean?  Did my father have a hand in it?  No way!  So hard to believe and there's no such things as ghosts or an afterlife right? 

There's more to come about my father....



Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on July 13, 2012, 11:22:32 AM
After the backpack incident, my family and I returned home until time for my father's funeral.  During the waiting period, I folded so much paper money, which I have never done before, that even now when I think I've forgotten, my hands automatically know the routine. 

It's New Years Eve now.  My family and I are back at my aunt's place where the Integra was stolen.  This time my father's brand new Honda Accord was parked in the same exact spot as the Integra.  It was parked right in front of the house on the street to where if I looked through their gigantic front window it would be straight in my view.

He loved his Accord and would spend hours cleaning his leather seats until they shined.  We were not allowed to roll down the windows nor eat in his car.  He loved it that much.  But then he treated everything that was his with love and care because he cherished all he had.

That night it was rainy and of course with New Years Eve that means lots of fireworks including guns going off.  One of my brother's girlfriend and cousin's girlfriend needed a ride home.  Brother and cousin drunk to much, so I ended up taking them both home in my father's Accord.

I parked the vehicle in the same exact spot again after dropping off the girls and went inside the house.  On my way back I noticed around the corner that there were some Asian fellows out loitering.  It was probably 1:00 a.m. or even earlier, so I remember about the Integra being stolen and reminded my brothers and male cousins who were still up drinking to keep an eye out on their own vehicles. 

They responded back that I keep an eye out on their vehicles instead.  There was no way I was going outside in the dark alone to go look at their multiple vehicles, so I went to go lie down next to my girl cousins who were all sleeping on the living room floor already.  There was a spot saved for me which was in the middle.  LOL!  Yep, the middle.

I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about those stupid vehicles outside, so to clear my conscious I decided I'll peek through the gigantic front window.  Bad idea right?  I was pretty much the only one awake in the dark living room and the guys were off in the kitchen doing their thing. 

I mustered up enough courage to slightly pull the curtains back but could only view my father's vehicle.  I couldn't see the rest of the vehicles that were off to the side on the driveway.  I had a side view of his Accord and I could see clearly into it.  And this time I stared without blinking for a long time until I felt the fear settling into my bones.  Only then did I let the curtains drop back into place and go to sleep.

What I saw when I pulled the curtains back on the driver's side of the Accord was my father.  He was sitting there with his arms stretch straight out with his hands holding onto the steering wheel.  The back of his head rested on the head rest with his chin tilted up.  This was his famous pose of when he is stressed out.  It wasn't a shadow, it was clearly him.  It is why I stared so long. 

If you ever lost someone dearly, and you had the chance to see them again, you would stare too.  He never once turned towards me but looked straight ahead. 

Even though I loved and missed him, I started thinking this person had passed.  How can they visibly be there?  I feared what I couldn't understand.         

I didn't say anything to anyone the next morning or the day after.  I didn't speak of it until sometime after the funeral.

I only spoke of it when my mother mentioned she had  a dream of him that same exact night.  He had come to her to complain about his vehicle and to ask why it was so dirty.  Only then did I tell her I saw him in his vehicle that same night she had her dream of him.

Coincidence again?  You tell me.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on July 13, 2012, 11:59:39 AM
Right after the funeral, my husband and I headed back home to the bay area.  The rest of my family would stay behind until the following day. 

By the time we reached home, it was dark.  Entering the house gave me the creeps knowing that no one had been there for 2 weeks and we had just had a family member that passed away.  As soon as we entered, the first thing my husband did was flop down on the sofa and fall right to sleep.  We didn't unpack or anything because we were so tired, but I couldn't fall asleep.  For some reason I was scared and I couldn't stop being scared. 

I sat next to him on the edge of the sofa and turned on the TV as loud as it would go.  There really wasn't anything to drown out.  Maybe I was trying to drown out my own fear, or maybe it was that the house was too quiet and I was afraid I would hear something.  As I sat there, not even for 5 minutes, a series of things went wrong.

First, I heard the side garage door open and then slam shut super hard to where it vibrated the whole house.  Then I heard our pitbull, Bruce, start barking his head off in the backyard.  The whole entire time Bruce was barking, I thought to myself, I'm imagining it all and it's not really happening.  I should just ignore it and forget about it.  Shake it off.

I looked down at my husband and he was fast asleep.  Apparently, he didn't hear or feel anything; not even the dog barking right now. 

Then I thought to myself,"Okay, whatever caused that ruckus is outside of the house right now.  But what if it comes back in?  How do I handle that?"

I wouldn't be able to handle it.  So I roughly woke my husband up, told him we are leaving right now, no questions asked, to my sister's place who lives in a nearby city with her family.  So I'm pushing him out the front door, while getting on the phone and praying my sister will still pick up at this late hour and she did.  Whew!  Locked the door behind me, quickly got in the car and sped off. 

I didn't say anything to my husband or sister.  I wasn't quite sure what to make of it.  My father's usual routine right when he gets home always is to go outside to the backyard to feed his chickens through the side garage door.  The side garage door needs a lot of force to open and close, and you can hear when someone uses that door no matter which part of the house you may be in because it does cause the whole house to vibrate when it has to be slammed shut. 

As for the dog, my youngest brother who continued to live in the house after I had moved out, had one day absently mentioned that the dog sometimes act weird.  The dog is let loose in the backyard and is fenced in. Sometimes when my brother is looking through the sliding glass door to the backyard, he would see the dog act like he is following someone invisible around.  Now my father and that dog had a close relationship.

So here I am putting the pieces together.  Does my father really still live on but not visible to us? 

 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: spring on July 13, 2012, 12:35:08 PM
SillieGoose, I too believe in it too.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on July 13, 2012, 12:38:01 PM
Not long after the funeral, I moved back with my husband to Fresno.  My mother-in-law (MIL) wanted to go visit a Hmong lady in Visalia who practice in some kind of spiritual art.  I am not sure if it was Shamanism, but when we got there, this lady spoke freely of the spiritual world. 

I went with my MIL as a partner because she was recently divorced and trying to lead a single life, but not quite used to being by herself.  So anyways, this lady is doing some sort of ritual for my MIL, and I'm just standing around with nothing to do.  I ended up having a conversation with her young son, who was also bored.  They didn't have a TV or any computers. 

When the ritual was done, the lady started to cook lunch for us.  She casually talked about herself not ever wanting to eat the food the has been offered to the dead, not that you can't, but that she would never herself.  She says once they eat it, their saliva which is gooey is all over the food.  I was like, "Oh, okay".  Again, not really giving her my full attention.

Then she starts talking about my father.  Okay, first she doesn't know anything about me.  She starts saying, "Oh honey, your father hasn't left yet.  He doesn't want to.  He is still outside everyday crying". 

"Excuse me?" I say as I look at her.

But she didn't repeat herself.  Instead she smiled at me and went off on another topic.  She was a very chatty lady.

It bugged.  It bugged me so much, but what do I do?  So is she saying my father really is still in the house and refusing to leave?  Why did he show himself to me and why cause so much ruckus?  Is it because he wants me to know he is still around? 

This lady really woke me up.  I will never forget what she said to me because she, unknowingly to me at the time, changed me.  She started to make me worry for my father who was in the afterlife and refusing to go wherever he was suppose to go.  I started thinking how could I get him to go?  I don't want him to be sad and crying. 

Of course, I couldn't make him go.  He eventually went, but only because he was so sad and disappointed in my mother that he left.  He went to one of my uncles in his dream and told him he can no longer wait for my mother; that he is leaving because my mother had failed him.  You see, they had promised to be together forever and that my mother was not to re-marry. 

However, he didn't completely disappear.  He would still occassionally come back and visit.   


 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on July 13, 2012, 01:29:10 PM
I think my father passed away too young at 45 and he had too much unfinished business.  During the time he was sick with cancer, he was waiting for his home in Sacramento to be finished.  He had bought 1 acre of land and was having the house built from scratch and it was to be a big roomy nice home for his family to move into.  He had plans to retire in this home and raise his chickens.  His best friend had bought the 1 acre next to him and was doing the same thing, building a house from scratch.  Plus, he still had 2 sons that were not married yet, so he worried.  He had set money aside for each of his children so that we could buy our own homes.  He also then set more money on the side for his 2 sons who were not yet married.  He was a responsible, good person who took his role as father seriously.


He worried too much about his family though, so I think he couldn't leave and didn't want to leave.  So he stayed behind and watched over us.  It wasn't to say he didn't get mad at us when we did something he didn't like.  He did and when he did he would let us know.   Majority of it was targeted towards my mother.  But he did other things to let us know he was around.

Out of the blue one of my uncles called my mother and told her he had dreamed of my father.  My father had told him to tell my mother to stop wearing her red lipstick because my father hated it.  So as it turned out, my mother had been wearing her red lipstick, putting it on every morning.  So she stopped.


This took place after my youngest brother had gotten married.  His wife was home alone with my mother who was cooking in the kitchen.  She was making curry noodles, her favorite, and my father's least favorite.  My father had this thing about not liking my mother to cook smelly food because it would cause his clothes in their bedroom to stink.  He is a very clean, neat person.  The opposite of my mother. 

So anyways, my sister-in-law (SIL) was sitting at the dining area watching my mother cooking at the stove.  All of a sudden, they heard a bedroom door slam shut.  BANG!  Like someone was pissed off.  My mother looked at my SIL and asked if my little brother was home yet from work.  My SIL told her that he has not.   So they just looked at each other and continued to stay in the kitchen.


Another uncle had a dream about my father and called my mother.  The uncle told my mother that my father had hidden a stash of cash in a drawer.  Sure enough, my mother opens the drawer to find a stash of cash inside one of my father's caps.  Crazy, huh?  So she gave it away to my brother who really took care of my father all the way to the end.


Then there was this one time I went back to visit my mother, youngest brother and his wife alone without my husband.  I ended up sleeping on the sofa in the living room with the TV.  It was the weekdays, so my mother was on her usual routine of waking up at 4:00 a.m. and leaving the house at 5:00 a.m. to go to work.  I groggily remembered her putting money in my hand while I lay sleeping, saying bye, and closing the front door after her.  I heard her close the front door, lock the top, and then slam the screen door closed. 

So I'm still groggily and wanting to go back to sleep, but then I hear someone rinsing their mouth exactly the way my father does it and then the toilet flush.  In this house, you can hear everything everyone does.  I knew that my brother and his wife were asleep in their room.  They never got up to use the bathroom in the hallway.  So no one was in the hallway restroom.  The only other restroom is in my mother's room.  And there isn't suppose to be anyone there. 

My heart started racing, but I told myself I can't run into my brother's room and ask if I can stay there like a little scared child.  I told myself to tough it up and for god's sake, it's my father.  I was not going to investigate though.  No way!  So I forced shut my eyes and eventually fell asleep.  Woke up to my brother getting ready for work and my SIL was already up.  I don't think my SIL was working at the time. 


This story is probably the most violent.  My father was pissed off at my mother.  The home he had bought in the bay area had been paid off upon his death, so this was the house he wanted my mother to keep no matter what so that his children can always have a place to come back to if they needed it.  Well, my mother sold the home after all the boys got married and moved out to Sacramento.  By this time, my mother was re-married and living in the home with her new husband. 

As soon as the deal was made in front of the house, the buyer paid out in cash, my mother and her husband went back inside the house to start packing.  Her husband was in a separate part of the home when my mother fell and sprained her ankle.  My mother claims she was taking a step down into the garage when she felt a gush of wind and a hard shove from behind.  Not only that, her husband claims he heard a lot of hushed whispers at the same time she was pushed. 

They were both frightened, so they ended up hiring two Mexican men to pack for them.  They never, ever stepped back into the home after that incident.

I did call my mother, not knowing this had taken place nor that she had sold the home, to let her know that Dad had come into my dreams again.  He had shown himself at the Sacramento home, standing in the kitchen, with white hair.  The white hair had stood out in my dream.  I don't know what it represents, stress?  But my mother didn't say much to me.  I didn't know at the time that she had moved into the Sacramento home already, so can you imagine her fear when I called her and told her this?  LOL!  I'm so evil.   

Well, I'll get back to story telling as we call it.........mus t go to a wedding now. 

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: thehotone on July 13, 2012, 02:03:37 PM
silliegoose, i think your dad loved you guys so much he didn't leave. do you all still feel his presense now? even after the house was sold?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sunrain on July 13, 2012, 02:33:55 PM
Silliegoose, you are not the only one who thinks, feel, and see your father like this.  I too have witness the same.  I believe that the physical body may have gone but the spirit lives on. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: population1 on July 14, 2012, 02:00:44 PM
sillegoose, that's a highly powerful, spiritually touching story about your late father. have you ever wonder why the ghost of your father did not make eye contact with you nor did he ever gestured you in any way directly? have you ever thought what the 'rules' may be in the afterlife. I can understand why you had the squeals, but I can honestly tell you that you will come to realize the spirits/ghost of a family, relative, friend, someone you know, ancestor, etc. have an attachment to this world. when they pass away, it's their recollection of thoughts or memories. something like when you miss someone very much, but it's all a passing over and passing by. some spirit/ghosts remain as hungry ghosts, or ghosts of vengeance, or ghost of past, or ghost of love, etc. you get the idea? you should not be afraid. have a big, brave heart 'cause the ghost of your father may be sad if you don't stand your ground and take ownership over what remains or w/e he left you with. reminds me of the movie Ghost Mother.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: population1 on July 14, 2012, 02:27:01 PM
sillegoose, may I?

when a former mother-in-law passed away, and after attending funeral service, I left to sleep at the apartment where she passed away. she also lived with my former brother-in-law and my sister. everyone was still out and about. I was the only one to go crash at their apartment. it must had been past midnight, but I couldn't have been more afraid because I was already way over the fear of ghosts, spirits, entities, etc. I thought to myself before I slept that I welcome the ghost of my former mother-in-law. I was not afraid to be in her home for if she is to come by and revisit any remnants or had left behind any remnants, there will be no need for me to run away and hide. so what happened? I slept like a baby. I couldn't have felt more safe and secure.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 19, 2012, 01:17:52 PM
Nplawm Ntxa

I believe that is what it is called in Hmong.  Nplawm means to hit.  Ntxa means gravestone.  Together it literally means "hit a gravestone."  It sounds like a creepy thing to do, but apparently it happens from time to time when a Hmong person does not want to live anymore.

My uncle passed away several months ago.  If you scroll up you can read about his scary ass funeral.  It was the creepiest funeral I've ever witnessed that's for sure.  Anyways, I forgot to mention that several months before the man died, he did something very, very odd.  He went to the grave of his first wife.  He found a stick nearby.  And he hit her gravestone calling for her to come take him since he no longer wanted to live. 

After doing this, he began having horrible nightmares, waking visions and even seeing things in his home.  He said one morning when my aunt (his second wife) went to work, he was laying in bed.  He saw the spector of a man on a big red horse ride into his bed room.  The man took off a backpack and his coat and hung it on the bedroom wall.  Then two beautiful women walked in and joined him on the bed.  The women began to touch him.  But as soon as they did so, they turned hideous looking.  One day, my uncle and aunt came home and found there whole house smelled like poop.  My uncle accused my aunt of farting.  LOL  ;D I always thought that was funny.  But she didn't think it was funny.  She was scared.  So was he to be honest. 

Soon after, the man began coughing up blood.  He refused to see a doctor.  And suddenly 3 months later, he was rushed to ER because he couldn't breath after taking a drag from a cigarette.  The doctor said in all of his years of practicing medicine he had never seen anything like it.  He said my poor uncle was basically a walking tumor and didn't understand how he was able to last as long as he did.  During his stay in the hospital, it was night and day literally.  He spent his days asleep and unable to talk.  Then he spent his nights flipping out and screaming about black demons climbing on him.  It was only when they gave him enough morphine to knock out an elephant did he sleep through the nights.  Soon though he slipped into a coma then passed away. 

I wonder if it was all a coincidence sometimes.  Would he have died anyways or did his actions of hitting my dead aunt's gravestone speed things up?  The elders in my family say that back in Laos old people did it quite a bit and in every single case, they ended up dying soon after.  Interesting.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: WindComeWindBlow on July 19, 2012, 03:15:17 PM
Awesome stories, Republic.  You write so well.  Keep them coming. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on July 20, 2012, 06:50:00 PM
... i was typing my story and my screen went black.....  :-X

i believe in my story so i want to share it. i'm really traditional hmong in everything.

beginning my teenage years, i have nightmares every time i sleep on my back. every time. i don't know how to 'fix' it so i've just reluctantly accepted it.

the summer before i went to college my uncle came to visit. my mom told him about my nightmares. he said he will tie a string for me. for those who don't know who the strings are made, you get various color sewing thread and you just twist them together to make a big, strong one. my uncle did the ritual walking around me as i sat in a 'ku-ting' chair. he tied it around my neck. after that, i can say i slept pretty well.

i went to a college that was founded by catholic nuns so it had catholic history. it was one bright weekday morning, i was still 'asleep' but my mind was already awake. i had late class so i decided to lay and sleep in.

with my mind 'awake' i quickly realized that i was sleeping on my back. that brought a rush of worry. i tried to turn my body but due to 'sleep paralysis' i couldn't. all the memories of what sleeping on my back can bring rushed through my head. but i was still calm somehow. suddenly there were two old while ladies standing at the end of my bed at my feet. they were like those old ladies with curly short white hair. they were just standing there facing me, almost like they were whispering and leaning into each other.

i was so calm. i thought, 'they can't hurt me, i'm protected.' and i meant that thinking to my string necklace.... right then the lady to the left of me said, 'take it off!!!' and lunge at me as she moved around the bed... with her arms stretching out towards my neck. right when her hands were gonna reach my neck, somehow i threw my body up so fast. my roommate got so scared and asked me what was wrong. i didn't say anything and just sorta smiled it off. to feel so helpless laying there, frozen as she lunged at me. no bueno.

i knew that happened. i knew that i was protected by my necklace. i believe it. the catholic history and shaman spirits..... even if no one believes me...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 20, 2012, 11:04:38 PM
Awesome stories, Republic.  You write so well.  Keep them coming.

Thanks Wind!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 20, 2012, 11:15:24 PM
... i was typing my story and my screen went black.....  :-X

i believe in my story so i want to share it. i'm really traditional hmong in everything.

beginning my teenage years, i have nightmares every time i sleep on my back. every time. i don't know how to 'fix' it so i've just reluctantly accepted it.

the summer before i went to college my uncle came to visit. my mom told him about my nightmares. he said he will tie a string for me. for those who don't know who the strings are made, you get various color sewing thread and you just twist them together to make a big, strong one. my uncle did the ritual walking around me as i sat in a 'ku-ting' chair. he tied it around my neck. after that, i can say i slept pretty well.

i went to a college that was founded by catholic nuns so it had catholic history. it was one bright weekday morning, i was still 'asleep' but my mind was already awake. i had late class so i decided to lay and sleep in.

with my mind 'awake' i quickly realized that i was sleeping on my back. that brought a rush of worry. i tried to turn my body but due to 'sleep paralysis' i couldn't. all the memories of what sleeping on my back can bring rushed through my head. but i was still calm somehow. suddenly there were two old while ladies standing at the end of my bed at my feet. they were like those old ladies with curly short white hair. they were just standing there facing me, almost like they were whispering and leaning into each other.

i was so calm. i thought, 'they can't hurt me, i'm protected.' and i meant that thinking to my string necklace.... right then the lady to the left of me said, 'take it off!!!' and lunge at me as she moved around the bed... with her arms stretching out towards my neck. right when her hands were gonna reach my neck, somehow i threw my body up so fast. my roommate got so scared and asked me what was wrong. i didn't say anything and just sorta smiled it off. to feel so helpless laying there, frozen as she lunged at me. no bueno.

i knew that happened. i knew that i was protected by my necklace. i believe it. the catholic history and shaman spirits..... even if no one believes me...

Just a suggestion, take it for what it is worth.

The next time you feel that kind of fear, call upon the name of Jesus.

I am not one who experienced a lot of dab tsuam episodes, but when I was a teen and even when I was in my 20s, I had a couple of fearful episodes.  Each time when I found myself unable to move, calling upon the name of Jesus Christ forced the paralysis to subside.  The more I rebuked that thing in Christ's name, the more I felt empowered and eventually able to move.

Now as an adult who firmly believes in the divinity of Jesus Christ, I never feel fear at night anymore.  I never have dab tsuam episodes anymore.  From time to time, when I have a bad dream involving a demon or an evil spirit, I always call upon Jesus and can take control of my dream.

I love my Hmong people.  I love Hmong culture.  I respect our traditional beliefs.  But for me, this was the question:  Is the God of the Universe more powerful or is a blessed string more powerful to rebuke evil?  Everyone answers that question for themselves. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 20, 2012, 11:50:50 PM
Hunting Buddies

My dad shared this story with me a long time ago.  Actually, I overheard him telling my uncle.  He usually would not tell me something like this especially when we were kids because he never wanted to scare us.

He had friends in another state who loved to hunt.  Every year they all looked forward to hunting season.  When that time of year rolled around, it became an event for all of the hunting buddies.  There were several of them.  And every year they went out together and used at least a couple of weeks of vacation time just on hunting. 

One of the men was a former military officer, I believe he was a Colonel during the war back in Laos and a good friend of my dad's.  He was always the most enthusiastic one when it came to hunting because it took him back to his teenage days wandering the jungles of Laos and hunting for game.  Sadly, one year before hunting season came around, he got really sick.  The illness was very sudden and potent.  I don't remember what his illness was but within weeks of being diagnosed, the Colonel died.

A few months later when hunting season came around, the hunting friends planned as they had done so every year for the upcoming season.  When the big opening day came, the men went out early and did what they always did, even though one of their own was no longer with them.  It turned out though that the Colonel was definitely with them, in spirit if not in body.

As the men spread out and went to their designated spots, there was uneasiness.  Several of them experienced strange things.  They heard voices calling to them.  They heard moans and groans mingled with the sound of the wind.  They heard footsteps rustling the fallen leaves only to see no one else around.  They would even see strange shadows that would vanish as quickly as they saw them.  As the hunting season went on, the men began to talk.  It turned out that it was just not one or two men seeing and hearing these strange things, but almost all of the men experienced something. 

Finally, one day, one of the men saw him.  This man had been in a tree stand waiting for deer.  Nothing resembling a deer came near his stand all morning.  By noon he was hungry and decided to make for camp.  As he was walking he felt uneasy like someone was watching him.  Then as he came upon a large tree, there he was---the Colonel!  As the man walked around the largre tree he saw his friend the Colonel, just standing there wearing his hunting clothes with a blank look on his face.  The Colonel had a blank look on his face.  He didn't look particularly scary.  He just looked like a snapshot of a picture or something.  The man stumbled backwards in shock.  He blinked and just that quickly, the Colonel was gone. 

Quickly, that man made it back to camp.  When the others arrived he told them what he had witnessed.  If these men had been white, the other men probably would have joked and made fun of him.  But because they were Hmong, his friends took him very seriously.  They packed up and left right away.  Of course, a shaman was called.  The shaman hu plig for the man who saw the Colonel.  He said the Colonel meant no harm.  It's just that hunting was his favorite thing to do in the entire world and he was really looking forward to hunting season, but was sad that he did not make it.  The shaman told the men they could go hunting again but to offer the Colonel a food offering before going out to hunt so he would not scare them.   
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on July 21, 2012, 09:54:38 AM
Republic, thank you for your suggestion. its just that i'm such a believer in shamanism that i would feel bad to call upon Jesus. and i'm sure Jesus might not appreciate someone who goes back and forth? haha.

and your hunting story, made me cry. one of my uncle was my dad's best friend. they would hunt every year together. but after my uncle passed, my dad doesn't have a hunting partner anymore. sure we have many uncles, but it is not the same anymore. it makes me sad. i understand the bond of the elder men and hunting. it is their bonding time, memories of friendship.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on July 23, 2012, 10:44:32 AM
City of St. Paul City Hall Haunted?

For three years, I worked in City Hall in St. Paul, MN.  I never personally witnessed anything but City Hall is supposedly haunted.  People have reported seeing ghosts dressed in 1920s attire walking around the building, particular down in the basement level. 

My secretary shared this story with me.  When I worked for the city, she had already been a city employee for many, many years.  She told me that she hated going down to the basement, particularly at the end of the day when there was hardly anyone left in the building.  She said she always felt eyes on her down there.  But one particular incident happened a few years after she began working there that really re-affirmed her fears.

One day, she was asked to go downstairs and retrieve some files.  It was late on a Friday afternoon and the only people left in the basement were two female file clerks.  She got off the elevator and went to the office she needed to go to.  She go her files from the ladies then wished them a good weekend.  Afterwards, she exited and turned the corner for the elevator.  Perhaps 20 feet ahead of her was a man dressed in a dark suit.  He was wearing a hat and carrying a briefcase and a trenchcoat. 

The man kept his head down and walked ahead of her at a brisk pace.  He entered the elevator then stepped to the side to press the buttons, all the while keeping his head down.  She said his hate shielded his eyes.  My secretary called out for the man to hold the elevator.  The door started to close so she picked up her pace.  She reached the elevator just as the doors came together in the middle.  She stuck her arm out and stopped the door from closing.  The door's sensors automatically sprang the doors back fully open.

When she stepped into the elevator, EVERY SINGLE HAIR ON HER BODY STOOD ON END...the elevator was empty.

They used to hang people in the City Hall back in the day.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on July 23, 2012, 10:48:30 AM
Just a suggestion, take it for what it is worth.

The next time you feel that kind of fear, call upon the name of Jesus.

I am not one who experienced a lot of dab tsuam episodes, but when I was a teen and even when I was in my 20s, I had a couple of fearful episodes.  Each time when I found myself unable to move, calling upon the name of Jesus Christ forced the paralysis to subside.  The more I rebuked that thing in Christ's name, the more I felt empowered and eventually able to move.

Now as an adult who firmly believes in the divinity of Jesus Christ, I never feel fear at night anymore.  I never have dab tsuam episodes anymore.  From time to time, when I have a bad dream involving a demon or an evil spirit, I always call upon Jesus and can take control of my dream.

I love my Hmong people.  I love Hmong culture.  I respect our traditional beliefs.  But for me, this was the question:  Is the God of the Universe more powerful or is a blessed string more powerful to rebuke evil?  Everyone answers that question for themselves. 

The fear thing you just have to over come them not because of faith you believe for me at least. When I have bad dreams I fight, I don't call any one. Always win too.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on July 23, 2012, 02:21:20 PM
Republic, i was reading back a few pages and the story regarding your mom's cousin who went hunting with your dad, i think that since he carried the batteries, i think maybe the spirit energy used it. like, when i watch all those ghost hunter shows they always say that spirits use energy to manifest themselves to us. just something i thought about.

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before i moved, i lived in fresno my whole life. one night when my younger brother went out with his friends he saw a ghost. if you know fresno, you know that most hmong are buried at the mountain view cemetery on Belmont. my brother and his friends were driving home one night on Belmont. my brother looked at the sidewalk and saw a hmong lady walking, in hmong clothes. he was so scared that he just focused on coming home. he said it looked like someone who was freshly dressed, maybe someone who was recently buried. still gives me goosebumps!

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my older brother, his friends and my cousins use to go out all the time during their younger years. one morning i woke up to hear my mom and family talking and suggesting reasons. i asked them what had happened as i saw my brother sitting on the couch holding his knees with a blank face. the story was that the night before they were driving from a party. it was a dark road that had light post every few hundred yards. they were having so much fun and laughing when they decided to stop the car to pee. my brother and my cousin went to the edge of the road to pee. as they were doing their business... they heard something moan from the bushes/trees. apparently all their friends heard it too and everyone jumped back in the car. the car didn't start for the first few seconds which terrified them even more. my brother and cousin said that they have never prayed to grandma grandpa spirit that bad.

that night my cousin who was in his early 20s went to sleep with his parents in their room. he was so scared and he cried. my mom had to calm my brother down before he could go to sleep, she had to pick at his ears to call his spirit back and to pray for our ancestors to protect him. we all eventually had to hu plig for them two.

what they were suggesting in the morning was what that moan coulda been. i said maybe it was someone who was beat up and left for dead, that maybe it was someone who needed help. my brother just simply said no and that the moan wasn't a moan like that, he didn't want to go into detail of it. my cousin later told me that the moan was like.... a ghost coming at you, moaning, evil, something not peaceful. like a moan of death. a woman's moan of death.

i can say after that event those boys decided to hang out at home more often.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yuknowthat on July 23, 2012, 02:44:48 PM
Nplawm Ntxa

I believe that is what it is called in Hmong.  Nplawm means to hit.  Ntxa means gravestone.  Together it literally means "hit a gravestone."  It sounds like a creepy thing to do, but apparently it happens from time to time when a Hmong person does not want to live anymore.

My uncle passed away several months ago.  If you scroll up you can read about his scary ass funeral.  It was the creepiest funeral I've ever witnessed that's for sure.  Anyways, I forgot to mention that several months before the man died, he did something very, very odd.  He went to the grave of his first wife.  He found a stick nearby.  And he hit her gravestone calling for her to come take him since he no longer wanted to live. 

After doing this, he began having horrible nightmares, waking visions and even seeing things in his home.  He said one morning when my aunt (his second wife) went to work, he was laying in bed.  He saw the spector of a man on a big red horse ride into his bed room.  The man took off a backpack and his coat and hung it on the bedroom wall.  Then two beautiful women walked in and joined him on the bed.  The women began to touch him.  But as soon as they did so, they turned hideous looking.  One day, my uncle and aunt came home and found there whole house smelled like poop.  My uncle accused my aunt of farting.  LOL  ;D I always thought that was funny.  But she didn't think it was funny.  She was scared.  So was he to be honest. 

Soon after, the man began coughing up blood.  He refused to see a doctor.  And suddenly 3 months later, he was rushed to ER because he couldn't breath after taking a drag from a cigarette.  The doctor said in all of his years of practicing medicine he had never seen anything like it.  He said my poor uncle was basically a walking tumor and didn't understand how he was able to last as long as he did.  During his stay in the hospital, it was night and day literally.  He spent his days asleep and unable to talk.  Then he spent his nights flipping out and screaming about black demons climbing on him.  It was only when they gave him enough morphine to knock out an elephant did he sleep through the nights.  Soon though he slipped into a coma then passed away. 

I wonder if it was all a coincidence sometimes.  Would he have died anyways or did his actions of hitting my dead aunt's gravestone speed things up?  The elders in my family say that back in Laos old people did it quite a bit and in every single case, they ended up dying soon after.  Interesting.
this is true, not a superstition.. doesn't matter where you live in there world, no matter how mad you are or sad, NEVER nplawm ntxa or hu anything from the cemetary to take you, even though you dearly missed them and loved them. Once they're dead, they're not the same.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on July 23, 2012, 08:49:25 PM
Republic, i was reading back a few pages and the story regarding your mom's cousin who went hunting with your dad, i think that since he carried the batteries, i think maybe the spirit energy used it. like, when i watch all those ghost hunter shows they always say that spirits use energy to manifest themselves to us. just something i thought about.

You know what, that whole episode with my mom's cousin happened a couple of years BEFORE all of those ghost hunting shows.  Then one day when I was watching Ghost Hunters on SyFy and that happened, it hit me, maybe there is something to that theory that spirits have to drain some energy source to be able to manifest itself. 

The other thing that led me to that conclusion was something my brother's brother-in-law said.  He said that when he was possessed and these demonic entities were messing with him, they would shock him.  Then the demonic entities would play with electrical items in his bedroom as he laid on the bed.  His alarm clock would act crazy with the numbers flittering up and down and the clock radio changing channels by itself.  He said the lights would also flicker. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on July 30, 2012, 07:19:28 AM
i have a grandpa who went to do shaman at a relative's house. he swiped each room through when he jumped into them and jumped throughout the house. later that night he felt two little ghosts (don't know how to write 'paw txhong' in hmong!) jumping on him in the bed. they came to him in his dreams and said, 'have you thought you got rid of us? we were hiding in the chicken coop when you were jumping in the house." scary! eventually he got sicker and sicker by the day and passed away. so now chicken coops sound no bueno to me.

i remember a story... a guy passed away and the family decided to wait a week or two before doing his funeral. so during the waiting period the man's body was left at the funeral home. every night the family will get a call and then it'll hang up when someone answers its. it kept happening so they asked the operator to trace it. she traced it to the funeral home. they were spooked and dumbfounded at the same time. finally when it happened again, i think the son or wife answered the phone and a voice whispered, 'i'm cold'. imagine that said in hmong! eek!!! they believed it was the person that had passed.

eeek!!!! i'm scaring myself! no tres bien!

Title: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: dthoj on August 08, 2012, 02:23:12 PM
Story 3
My husband and I use to own a cleaning business about 4 years ago. We had about 5 different companies that we had to clean every week. All the buildings consist of a bus station, food corp., a daycare, a warehouse and an indoor sports arena. The nice part of it was that there were Hmong people that wanted to make extra money on the side so we gave some buildings for them to clean. I’ve heard a lot of strange stories regarding some of the companies but thankfully had never experienced anything too scary where. Note when I say the word owned… it does not me I own the companies but had a company contract with it and the fact that we clean their place.

The Daycare
My husband and I only clean the daycare and 2 other companies Monday through Friday. The daycare’s not as big with about 10 rooms (2 offices and 8 classrooms), and usually closes by 5:30 pm so we start cleaning by 6pm. One Friday night we didn’t get there until 9 at night because we decided to clean the one close to home first. I was in the front wiping the counters while my husband was mopping the floors. It was dead quiet…no noises except from me and my husband.  All of a sudden I heard voices coming from the back of the daycare. It wasn’t an adult’s voice…it sounded like a child talking or playing around. I brushed it off thinking that maybe it might have been some people walking past the daycare. My husband walked up to me and asked if I heard anything because when he was moping one of the rooms in the back, he heard a little voice coming from the room next to it. (The 2 classrooms in the back had a bathroom for the kids in the middle which connects the two rooms together.  The restroom has 2 waist length doors for each room to get into the restroom.) My heart started to beat faster than usual. I’m a person that loves horror movies but when it comes to the real thing, I’m scared as f**k.  I told him that I did and that we should come back tomorrow morning to finish. He told me that we’re almost done so for us to keep going, so I followed him instead of wondering on my own. After that incident, we had my cousins help us clean the place and played music so our minds wouldn’t wonder. I know this might not be as scary but this was my first time ever experiencing anything unexplainable in my whole life.

The RTD Maintenance Station
This company takes care of training, maintenance and repair on RTD buses. There are 3 houses on top of the hill where training takes place for the bus drivers. Down the hill, there’s a break room and 2 maintenance garage. The break room and garage always had employees working, but for the 3 houses…it’s empty and dark by the time we get there. The first 2 houses are pretty small. The first house has a tiny kitchen, 3 offices, a bathroom and a very small basement (not as scary). The second house has 2 offices, a bathroom and a big training room (not scary at all). The third house is the creepiest house out of the 3. There were moments where creepy things had happen where you can’t explain how it could have happened. Also…just to let you know, these houses were actual small brick houses that were turned into company offices and training rooms.
Before my husband, my father in-law and I started cleaning this place, we had a Hmong Xiong couple that cleaned the place for about 5 months. A month before they quit, I was talking to one of my auntie about our cleaning business. She asked me what kind of companies we owned (meaning did we clean)…I told her all the ones we owned and how big some of them were. She then asked me if I had ever cleaned the bus station before or have I ever been there before. I told her no because I had someone else cleaning it. She went on telling me that before I owned the bus station, this African American guy use to own it. He had employed my auntie and 4 other people to help clean the bus station with him and his wife. My auntie told me that when she first set foot into the 3rd house she felt ok, but once she came close to the basement….she felt nervous. She cleaned that place for 3 weeks until she quit because she was needed at home to babysit her grandson. The whole time she was there, she felt a presence there and kept smelling a really bad stench coming from the basement. I was surprised but felt ok since I didn’t have to be there.
One day the Xiong couple told my father in-law that they were going to stop cleaning the bus station because it was consuming their free time. We were fine with that and were very grateful that they took the time to help us out with the cleaning. (They were cleaning another company for us at the time too) Later that night my husband and father in-law joined them on their last night at the bus station to get to know where everything was located. It was on an autumn night so it got dark quicker than in the summer time. Once that night ended they headed to where I was and pick me up to go home. In the car ride, my father in-law told us that the Xiong couple told him something disturbing the happened to the husband.
One night when they were cleaning the 3rd house, the husband went down stairs to vacuum the basement while the wife was still upstairs cleaning the bathroom. While he was making his way in the hallway he noticed a woman in one of the office. He turned off the vacuum cleaner to greet the woman, but the woman did not say a word. The woman was standing with her back towards him and was swaying from side to side. When the woman didn’t answer him, his hair on his arm and back stood up. He quickly unplugged the vacuum and jetted up the stairs. He told my father in-law that the room he saw her was a room with a gate instead of a door.
Once we started cleaning the place, I finally got to see how the basement was structured. To turn on the lights, you had to walk across the room…in the DARK. There was a room that instead of a door, it had a metal gate that was always locked. In that room, there were a bunch of boxes and filing cabinets.
We cleaned that place for about a year ½ until our contract ended, and during those times we cleaned that place, things had happened. Around winter, my husband and I had a friend and his wife help us clean the place. When we got to the 3rd house, we weren’t able to open the door. Every time you push the door to open, it felt like someone from the inside was pushing back at you. Another time we decided to clean the break room and garage first then the 3 houses. When we drove back up the hill, we noticed that the door was wide open. We told each other that it couldn’t have been an employee because it was pitch black in there. One day we went early to go clean.  A woman was still working at the time so she ended up starting a conversation with me. She told me that one night when she was working late by herself, (before we started cleaning the place) she kept hearing footsteps. She thought that it might have been the pervious cleaners coming back because they left some keys in the restroom. She opened her door to a pitch black lobby (basically the living room). She freaked out and closed. She thought to herself that maybe if the cleaners were to come back then she would leave with them. The whole time she kept hearing footsteps as if someone was dragging their feet on the floor. All of a sudden she saw head lights turning in. the cleaners came knocking at the door so she jetted towards the door to let them in. they asked her if she was leaving because the lights were off so she replied yes.
 I would like to tell you more but then it might be too long so this is the end of this story

The Food Corp (not the real name)
So by far this is the biggest company we’ve ever cleaned. It has 3 floors, the 3rd floor has about 15+ offices and cubicles and a break room, 2nd floor has 3 offices and the 1st floor has a break room, a restroom and a warehouse. The 1st and 2nd floor isn’t as scary since there are people working 2nd and 3rd shift. As for the 3rd floor, it’s pretty creepy since everyone is off work be the time we get there.  To understand the story, I have to explain the structure of the company to not confuse you readers.
When you first enter the company, you go through a sliding door into a square shape room. On your left is a door to the custodians’ closet, in front of you to the left is the door into the warehouse and to the front right is an elevator to the 3rd floor only. Once you get on the 3rd floor, you see a lobby in front of you. When you turn to the right, you see the front desk (that’s where I get all the good candies lol). To the right of the front desk (when you face it) is a very long hallway that splits into 2 parallel hallways with cubicles in the middle and offices on the sides. There’s a restroom across the front desk behind the elevator.  This restroom is supposedly haunted by a male ghost. I personally have not witnessed anything.
Okay back to the story….so that night my husband and I decided to take my parents and siblings with us to clean (sister 18 yrs old, brother 14 yrs old). Before we left to the company, I told my husband that we would not tell my family that the place is haunted until after. My dad and husband started vacuuming while my brother grabbed all the trash. My mom, sister and I were the ones cleaning the restrooms. My sister was using the restroom up front by herself as we all took off in different directions. While she was in there doing her business, she heard someone open the door. She called my name twice but no one answered. At first she didn’t think anything of it and kept to herself. Then it happened again so she got scared and left towards where we were. After that my brother got lost looking for us and ended up in the front. He looked around but didn’t see anyone so he walked towards the break room. He had this intense feeling but kept calm.
Once we were done we went down to the main entrance. For some odd reason the sliding door kept opening and closing. When my husband gets close to it…it would act normal, but when he gets back to the car, it would go crazy again. I told him to forget it and that we’ll just let the night supervisor know what’s going on. Once we left was when I told my family that this place was supposedly haunted but yet to see or hear anything. My sister and brother got so freaked and told us what had happened to them. Ever since then, they still get the chills just thinking about what had happened to them.

It might just be me but I have this saying that I would say to myself to keep myself from thinking that I will someday see a ghosts. It might not be true but I make myself believe it lol. I say to myself that if I’m a person that has never seen a ghost then I will never do because I’m not the types that are very sensitive towards ghosts. When I mean Sensitive, I mean six senses or clairvoyant. It somewhat works when we use to have that cleaning business because during those times....I have yet to see one and hope to never see one…why…because I’m a chicken. lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 09, 2012, 12:57:16 AM
dthoj,
I know how you feel. Trust me. TRUST ME.  I KNOW HOW IT FEELS.  If you ever been to Hmong American Friendship in MIlwaukee, WI.  That place is a scary.  It's only scary if you go into the basement because the bathrooms are in the basement and the lighting sucks.  The lighting only clear about 5 feet in radius and any space beyong that is dark.  Once time I was in the basement doing some work because I was employed at the time and it was just me down in the basement.  This is the same basement where people claimed to have heard hmong drums being played because it was where they taught drums class to be played at the funeral.  Also this is the same place where the qeej instructor closed up and saw a little poj girl.  So i was down there all alone and the light was dimmed.  Dang I was so scared.  I kept on starring at the open hole on the wall.  I starred at every dark corner and was afriad because I was thinking about the possibility.  I did my work quick and ran up stairs.  My butt was tickliing, my hair was sticking up.  Also no one in the work place dares to go there alone because it's in the basment.  It's gotten so bad that they make a bathroom up stairs.  Now it is safer. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on August 09, 2012, 11:25:27 PM
Wow so many new stories, i havn't been in here for a while. But i'll attemp to catch with these many stories..keep it comming.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Havocrazy on August 10, 2012, 11:28:13 PM
This story took place just a few months back this year here in NC. A 14 year old Hmong boy stole one of his uncle and aunty's car and crashed it. His parents and everybody else was lecturing him about not being able to get his license and a good possibility of jail time plus money wise. Afterward he went missing for two straight day. Someone finally spotted him hanging from the tip of a tree on the side of a main HWY. The strange things about him hanging himself was, the rope is tied to the very tip branch of the tree. The tree's top was bend over like a fishing pole with the boy hanging from it. Investigators don't even know how he got himself so high up on a tree top like that to hang himself. The night during a night watch at his parents' house around his funeral time, men are playing cards chatting, women gossiping, kids folding boats and playing around when all of a sudden everybody witness him walking into the house through the front door into the living room and just walked casually into his room. Everybody scattered outside. His parents said a few weeks before he stole his uncle and aunty's car he was acting weird, saying he doesn't want to go to school or college or do anything because he's leaving and he's not coming back. More to come, still trying to find more details about this story.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on August 10, 2012, 11:43:54 PM
WTF.. no shyt'n..the dude just walk in like tat. n everyone ran to the outside.. wow. Make me tink'n twice wen i go do tat night watch'n stuff..lol everyone ran outside...for real...did anybody go check the room he walk in..?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on August 11, 2012, 01:27:17 PM
need more info on your story...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on August 11, 2012, 06:13:36 PM
This story took place just a few months back this year here in NC. A 14 year old Hmong boy stole one of his uncle and aunty's car and crashed it. His parents and everybody else was lecturing him about not being able to get his license and a good possibility of jail time plus money wise. Afterward he went missing for two straight day. Someone finally spotted him hanging from the tip of a tree on the side of a main HWY. The strange things about him hanging himself was, the rope is tied to the very tip branch of the tree. The tree's top was bend over like a fishing pole with the boy hanging from it. Investigators don't even know how he got himself so high up on a tree top like that to hang himself. The night during a night watch at his parents' house around his funeral time, men are playing cards chatting, women gossiping, kids folding boats and playing around when all of a sudden everybody witness him walking into the house through the front door into the living room and just walked casually into his room. Everybody scattered outside. His parents said a few weeks before he stole his uncle and aunty's car he was acting weird, saying he doesn't want to go to school or college or do anything because he's leaving and he's not coming back. More to come, still trying to find more details about this story.

Man that's messed up.  I want more details when you get them please!  What town?  My in-laws live in Hickory.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on August 14, 2012, 01:49:26 PM
A hmong gave a personal testimony about dab tsim txom nws lub neej and how he got away..


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HL7GdV_FeYo# (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HL7GdV_FeYo#)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on August 15, 2012, 10:57:44 AM
Havocrazy, i live in NC, don't scare me!!!!!!! but some how curiosity always succeed in killing the cat, let us know more!

and, him walking into the house.... eek!!!! how do i say this, when i have relatives that passed away, i'm not scared of them in a negative way. like, i feel that the ones you love and the ones that love you don't intentionally want to scare you. you know what i mean???

something i want to share that can sorta relate to that... when three of my loved ones passed away, naturally my heart was broken. i constantly think of them, their voices, the way the say my name, times we laughed together, the love and warmth that we have for each other. i felt so sad, so heart broken. then.... either it's human nature or its spiritual energy... i'll have nightmares of them. or scary thoughts pop in my head of them doing something scary to me. i told this to my mom and she told me a reason that i believe with all my heart. our passed love ones don't want us to live in sadness, to mourn them so long that we forget to smile or live happily. they still love us and want us to be happy. so they do things (like scare you) away from moping on their departure. you guys understand what i'm saying??? i believe this with all my heart. when my uncle passed away, a big part of my heart was dented, he was like a father to me. i think about him all the time. he was my father's best friend, my father was so sad. then one day as i was going downstairs towards the laundry, the image of him standing there looking at me scared me. i realized that he doesn't want me to be sad anymore and that i must live on strong so that he can rest in peace.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: wtf on August 15, 2012, 12:34:40 PM
THERE IS A PARK IN HIGHLANDPARK ST.PAUL THAT IS HAUNTED.... ITS CALLED BANCROFT PARK OVER BY W.7TH ST.. I VE SEEN IT TWICE... SO IF YA WANNA SEE A LITTLE WHITE GHOST GIRL GO THERE AROUND 2-3 AM AND I CAN ALMOST GUARANTEE U THAT U WILL SEE IT EITHER SWINGING OR AROUND THE MARRY GO ROUND.. DONT BELIEVE ME.... THEN DO WAT I SAY GO THERE AROUND DEAD TIME 2-3 AM AND U WILL BE SCHOKED... GO THERE DRUNK OR HIGH AND U WILL DOUBLE UR CHANCES OF SEEING IT...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on August 15, 2012, 01:00:56 PM
THERE IS A PARK IN HIGHLANDPARK ST.PAUL THAT IS HAUNTED.... ITS CALLED BANCROFT PARK OVER BY W.7TH ST.. I VE SEEN IT TWICE... SO IF YA WANNA SEE A LITTLE WHITE GHOST GIRL GO THERE AROUND 2-3 AM AND I CAN ALMOST GUARANTEE U THAT U WILL SEE IT EITHER SWINGING OR AROUND THE MARRY GO ROUND.. DONT BELIEVE ME.... THEN DO WAT I SAY GO THERE AROUND DEAD TIME 2-3 AM AND U WILL BE SCHOKED... GO THERE DRUNK OR HIGH AND U WILL DOUBLE UR CHANCES OF SEEING IT...


There's no Bancroft Park exited on W 7th St in St Paul, did you mean Homecroft Park on Edgcumbe Rd and Sheridan Ave. And there's no merry go round in that tot lot.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: wtf on August 15, 2012, 01:56:08 PM
MY BADD YES HOMECROFT HOMIE... HERES THE STORY ME AND A FEW OF MY CUZINS WERE DRINKING AT CHAMPS LIKE 8 YEARS AGO . MY CUZ LIVES OVER BY THE RIVER ON CLEVELAND AVE. WE WERE BUZZED .. IT WAS ABOUT 1AM OR 2 ALL OF A SUDDEN WE GET TO HOMECROFT PARK AND BACK THEN THERE WAS A MARRY GO ROUND.. ANYWAYS WE DRIVING NEXT TO THE PARK AND MY CUZIN WAS LIKE YOOO LOOK THERES A LITTLE WHITE GIRL IN THE PLAYGROUND.. I LOOKED AND TO MY SURPRISE THERE WAS A WHITE GIRL ABOUT 10YRS OLD SWINGING ON THE SWING.. I WAS LIKE  WAT THE FU%%... SPED UP DROPPED MY CUZIN OFF AND WAS LIKE HELL NOOO.. ABOUT TWO WEEKS LATER AFETR THAT INCIDENT WE WERE DROOPING MY CUZ OFF AGIAN AND WAS LIKE HEY LETS JUS TAKE A PEAK REAL QUICK AS WE DROVE BY IT AND TO OUR SURPRISE THERE SHE WAS AGIAN BUT THIS TIME SHE WAS ON THE MARRY GO ROUND AND THE FUNNY THING WAS THE MARRY GO ROUND WAS GOING AROUND AND ROUND AND SHE WAS GLOWING WHITE JUS IN ONE PLACE FLOATING WHILE IT WAS SPINNING..I WAS LIKE OK WE AINT GONNA TAKE THIS ROUTE ANY MORE AT NITE AFTER THAT INCIDENT.. SO YEAH THAST ONE OF MY STORIES.... BY THE WAY IVE TALKED TO A FEW OTHER PEOPLE AND THEY SEEN IT TOOO
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: wtf on August 15, 2012, 02:12:33 PM
ANOTHER STORY MY LITTLE BROTHER TOLD ME A FEW WEEKS AGO WAS WHEN HE WENT FISHING OVER BY TREASURE ISLAND.. HE WAS FISHING OVER BY THE 1ST BRIDGE B4 U GET TO T.I. IT WAS GETTIN LATE AROUND 9 OR 9-30 PM.. HE TOLD ME ALL THE HMONG HAD JUS LEFT.. HE WAS THERE BY HIMSELF SO HE DECIDED TO GO FISH TO THE LEFT OF THE BRIDGE KINDA IN THE WOODS.. ALL OF A SUDDEN  HE HEARD A BIG SPLASH LIKE A BIG ROCK WAS THROWN IN THE WATER ABOUT 10 YARDS FROM HIM.. HE THOUGHT IT WAS A FISH.. HE SAID ABOUT 1 MINUTE LATER HE HEARD THE SAME SPALSH LOUD AS HELL IN THE SAME SPOT.. I GUESS HE KNEW WAT WAS UP SO HE QUICKLY PACKED UP AND CAME HOME ... I WAS LIKE NO WONDER THE HMONG PEOPLES ALL LEFT SO QUICK AS SOON AS IT GOT DARK..  SO BEWARE YA'LL THAT PLACE PROBABLY GOT ALOT OF HISTORY BEHIND IT
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: thehotone on August 17, 2012, 08:49:28 AM
the nc story...they didnt see him, they saw his shadow  on the wall walking to his room. his family moved out shortly after.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: dthoj on August 17, 2012, 04:26:35 PM

It might have been a beaver....that happened to my husband’s cousin. Him and his cousins went fishing in Kansas one year and experienced the same thing. He took the flash light to look at what was making the sound and saw what he thought was a little person standing on a rock with glowing eyes. He freaked out but kept clam. The splashing kept going on until couple minutes went by when they flashed the light at the creature again. Come to find out it was just a beaver using its tail to scare off other animals away from its house. It also happened to my FIL and his friends when they went fishing. They never got to see what it was but told my husband that it scared the crap out of one of his friend because it sounds as if someone was throwing a big rock into the water continuously.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: dthoj on August 17, 2012, 04:27:31 PM
ANOTHER STORY MY LITTLE BROTHER TOLD ME A FEW WEEKS AGO WAS WHEN HE WENT FISHING OVER BY TREASURE ISLAND.. HE WAS FISHING OVER BY THE 1ST BRIDGE B4 U GET TO T.I. IT WAS GETTIN LATE AROUND 9 OR 9-30 PM.. HE TOLD ME ALL THE HMONG HAD JUS LEFT.. HE WAS THERE BY HIMSELF SO HE DECIDED TO GO FISH TO THE LEFT OF THE BRIDGE KINDA IN THE WOODS.. ALL OF A SUDDEN  HE HEARD A BIG SPLASH LIKE A BIG ROCK WAS THROWN IN THE WATER ABOUT 10 YARDS FROM HIM.. HE THOUGHT IT WAS A FISH.. HE SAID ABOUT 1 MINUTE LATER HE HEARD THE SAME SPALSH LOUD AS HELL IN THE SAME SPOT.. I GUESS HE KNEW WAT WAS UP SO HE QUICKLY PACKED UP AND CAME HOME ... I WAS LIKE NO WONDER THE HMONG PEOPLES ALL LEFT SO QUICK AS SOON AS IT GOT DARK..  SO BEWARE YA'LL THAT PLACE PROBABLY GOT ALOT OF HISTORY BEHIND IT

It might have been a beaver....that happened to my husband’s cousin. Him and his cousins went fishing in Kansas one year and experienced the same thing. He took the flash light to look at what was making the sound and saw what he thought was a little person standing on a rock with glowing eyes. He freaked out but kept clam. The splashing kept going on until couple minutes went by when they flashed the light at the creature again. Come to find out it was just a beaver using its tail to scare off other animals away from its house. It also happened to my FIL and his friends when they went fishing. They never got to see what it was but told my husband that it scared the crap out of one of his friend because it sounds as if someone was throwing a big rock into the water continuously.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on August 17, 2012, 11:15:13 PM
Wtf, TI is very hunted.ppl talk about it all the time. Even i had my run ins before..are you talking about the 1st one.did you know that, it was once a wooden brige?.yeap..one way.stop sign.if it's the same one that i'm tinkng..man tat place is creepy.. about the water splash..it aint on fish nor bevear.. most likely a little kids play'n in the water.i ran into that @ Taylor Falls..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: LadyThao on August 21, 2012, 09:25:20 PM
wow! it's been a while since i've been in here but it's nice to know this thread is still going. Do keep those stories coming.

I have a couple of stories to share. There not really ghost stories but more of in response to SillieGoose's stories about her father. I have some similar experiences but they were more in dreams and about my mom.

I do believe that spirits do exists but i also believe that we're the ones holding them back. I never understood the holding back part until this past weekend or it could just be something that our minds tell us.

My mom was kind of bi-polar. She's happy one minute and then sad the next. When she's happy, she'll say that we love her and appreciate us. When she's sad or upset, she'll say  mean things to us or about us. She would say that when she dies, she'll come back and haunt us or be in the back seat of our car. Several years ago, I would have been afraid of her, however, at the time of her death, which happened last November, I was not. It's not the case with my oldest brother's daughters. They seem to have bad dreams of my mom and I think it scares them a little.


The last couple of years, my mom was scared to sleep or be alone, so I shared a room with her. She slept in one corner while I slept the opposite side. The day that my mom died, the nieces and nephews came to sleep over at our house. I have a niece older than me and a younger one sleep in the room with me. At first i was going to have the younger one sleep on her bed but thought she wouldn't feel comfortable so I did. I slept on my mom's bed, the older niece slept on mines and the younger one slept on the floor. The sad thing about that night, my older niece got sat on. She told me that the thing came in the form of my mom. This niece is spiritually sensitive so she usually gets sit on. When it came of a form of my mom, she didn't get scared. She got mad that these spirits would so that.

For about a few months after my mom died, I kept having dreams about her. Her death, her funeral and her living just kept replaying in my dreams. Whenever i dream of something repetitive, it means something. I couldn't find the meaning until I remembered the way it was for my dad. Because i couldn't accept his death and i missed him, i had dreams about him up until I graduated from high school. When i did this with my mom, it seemed to have worked a little but not to its full extent until one night i had a dream about her on her death bed. I yelled at her why she wouldn't leave me alone. She got up from the bed, reached for me and choked me. I don't remember much after that but the dreams did stop. Either that or i worked too much! don't know!

as for my nieces and SIL. it got to the point where they returned all of my mom's stuff back to me, lying that it should go to my other nieces. i was a little heartbroken but I've been told that if you keep something of the dead, they come back? well, i just ignored it. Anyway, this past weekend, my oldest brother's daughters and i were talking about my mom. The older one said that she thinks my mom is stuck between the two worlds because she's hungry and one of us is holding her back. I have to admit that I miss her and would have liked if she lived a little longer, however, she was suffering and I didn't want her to suffer anymore. I mean, I was the one who told her to go. I let her go, why would I hold her back? then i looked at my nieces.

I think the reason why they still dream of her or think she's being held back is because they haven't let go. Also, they're afraid of her. I told them that if they let go and accept. they wouldn't be scared or long for her. anyone with me on this?

At the time of my mom's death, two of my baby great-nephews got really sick. My mom and I lived with one of them, and he just started walking when she died. Whenever that boy got a chance to come into my room, he would go straight to where my mom slept and pat on it. The second one, he's a little older by a two years, I had uploaded a video i made of my mom on youtube many years ago, he would not stop watching that video. when it was done, he would come after his mom, his aunt or me to replay the video. One of my nephew's wife's mom is a shaman. The nyaab told her mom about these two children. Her mom told her that the kids miss great-grandma and told the moms to gently explain my mom's death. They got better after the funeral.

In our house, we have a little yorkie. When we first got him, he would run around the house esp. to my mom and my room. Every chance he got, he'd run into our room, sniff around my mom's bed and just lay on top at the feet of her bed (he's done it a couple of times). There are about three bedrooms on the first floor of our house. if all those doors were open, the yorkie will only go into ours. My nephew tried to train his dog but once in awhile, the dog would have memory loss and go into ours. He further trained his dog and it worked but after she died, he ran to our room a couple of times. Once was on top of my mom's bed and the other, on top of mines. i was so mad at him, i grabbed him by the collar and dragged him off my bed. I thought that was weird.

our dog is one crazy one. I love him at times but there are times where he scares the sh!t out of me. stories on him later.


Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on August 22, 2012, 12:22:33 PM
^ ladythao, i think your mom wants you to be happy and to move on. like i last posted, our love ones 'scare' us away from dwelling on them. if you believe where the hmong spirits go after death, you will believe that they go to 'hmong heaven' and can remarry or start a new life. so, maybe they want to move on and want us to move on as well. sorry to hear about the loss of your mom. and sad to hear that your nieces are afraid of her. i'm sure she loved them and they should know that she means them no harm.

i have another story to share.

when i was in college, every now and then my roommate and i would walk downtown to eat thai food. on our walk back we walked passed this broken down, weeded house. right after we passed it this black cat started following us. it was LITERALLY following us. i was really spooked so i told my roommate. she tried to scare it away and it'll stop but right when we kept walking it'll start walking after us. when we had walked pass that house on our way to downtown we didn't see any cat, we had never seen any cats prior to that, period.

you know, us hmong believe that sometimes cats are spirits. right? so it came to my head that this cat must be some sort of spirit. well, when we got to the fork in the street where we can either go right or straight, either way ending up at our dorms, we took the straight route- AFTER we had planned to go right but i quickly told my roommate to go straight. so it was like we tricked the cat... yeah right!? somehow i believe it had sensed we were going right so it ran that way first but when it saw that we didn't go right, it looked at us and crossed the street towards us. right then my heart started beating really fast because the cat literally crossed the street to chase us! i mean... it looked at us, looked to see if there were cars, and then ran after us!!!!!!

i looked forward, so scared, and started praying to grandma and grandpa spirits- saying that we were on the righteous road to eat and go home and that we did not mean to bring or make any trouble, that bad spirits have no right to hurt righteous people. that was one of the many times where i believed what i thought (about the cat) was true. right after i said this in my head... i hesitated but eventually turned over my shoulder to see if the cat was still following us. it was gone. i asked my roommate where it went and she said she didn't see it after it had crossed the street and was walking a few paces behind us. i didn't want to make a big scene of it to her so i just said that i don't like cats and it just spooked me. but dang, i was really shaken up.

i don't want to have a big mouth and i don't want it to be true, but i felt that me being so believing of spirits and how shamanism works, that sometimes i sense or see things that 'makes sense' to me. in the process i end up scaring myself.

my roomy and friends and i walk that same path our whole time at the college after that, never once did i see that cat again. one thing was... on the way downtown i was telling my roommate about how we believe spirits and things like that. maybe it wanted to shut me up? eeeek!

beyond belief?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sunrain on August 22, 2012, 02:13:07 PM
^ ladythao,

i don't want to have a big mouth and i don't want it to be true, but i felt that me being so believing of spirits and how shamanism works, that sometimes i sense or see things that 'makes sense' to me. in the process i end up scaring myself.

beyond belief?

Holy smokes.....I'm kind of like you too.  Anyways, I never knew about the whole cat being spirits until I almost touched a cat at night.  My nyab and I were going to school and while we came back to our car after class, it was already dark.  Since I like cats, I happened to saw one and it was kind of just sitting there looking at us.  I thought it was super cute and went up to it.  I reached out my hand to pat it but I was still a bit too far to touch it, then my nyab called out and told me not to do it.  So I just left and didn't pat the cat.  When we were already on the way home she told me it wasn't good to do things like that with animals especially at night.  I didn't thought much of it.  Now I do wonder what that cat could have been.  Too scary!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: LadyThao on August 22, 2012, 08:53:21 PM
^ ladythao, i think your mom wants you to be happy and to move on. like i last posted, our love ones 'scare' us away from dwelling on them. if you believe where the hmong spirits go after death, you will believe that they go to 'hmong heaven' and can remarry or start a new life. so, maybe they want to move on and want us to move on as well. sorry to hear about the loss of your mom. and sad to hear that your nieces are afraid of her. i'm sure she loved them and they should know that she means them no harm.



I know what you mean. I do believe that she's in a better place. I even had this dream where to me, it was God taking her and letting me know that if i continue to have faith and believe in him, I'll see her one day.


I know my mom did not mean what she said in the past. I mean, the day she died, it was sunny and warm day. The week that she died, it was gloomy and cloudy but on her day, it lightened up. The day we buried her, the sun was out and shining brightly. Maybe it's due to the ozone layer! who knows! but i do believe that she's happy and would not want to harm us. As for my nieces, they are spiritually sensitive so it could disguise itself as my mom to get to them.

I should mention this part when my mom was about to pass on. So I've been told that when a person is on their death bed, they spit out some clear saliva or something. If you are present at the time, it means they've blessed you or something. Well, the day my mom died, one of my nephews, his wife, the older niece and i was there. We were sitting around her just kind of goofing off when my mom made a cough/choking sound and all of a sudden, there was some white saliva coming out of her mouth. I thought it was just rice liquid because we fed her some earlier that day so i didn't think anything. We called up the nurse to come change her and the nurse had this weird look on her and basically hinted that the dying process was beginning. I automatically forced my nephew and his wife to go back home and gather up an outfit that my oldest sister wanted her to wear. The look on his face told me that he did not want to go but his wife knew he needed the distraction so they went. I have to tell you, that was probably the quickest time my nephew took on anything. He was back within an hour! anyway, so right after the nurses cleaned her up, I went over to her. I grabbed her into my arms and held her. She lifted her right arm and patted me on the arms. That was the last time I felt her touch. Throughout the day, she was unresponsive until about 15 or so minutes before she died. Most of my family members were there. One of the nieces that have bad dreams of my mom, it was her birthday. She came and was trying to talk to my mom. She was calling for my mom and I told her "grandma can't hear you. She's unresponsive." She turns to me and points to my mom's foot," but her leg is moving. It means she can hear me." we all looked and it seemed like it but my mom never responded.

another story about that night. So my mom was moved to another room to accommodate our family and friends. My two brothers stayed at her side throughout the whole transfer. I, along with the rest went to the lounge room just to give the nurses and transporters room. The strangest thing happened. For most of the day, I was webcamming one of my sisters who live in Australia. She spent her whole day with us, just webcamming us and my mom. Well, once I got into the lounge and turned on my laptop, my sister starts calling me on MSN. I didn't even get to sign in on the laptop and it ranged. i thought it was so strange! Once i got on MSN, i took my laptop to my mom's room and that's when we found out she had already died. My second oldest brother said he witnessed her taking her last breath. I believe she didn't want all of us to see it because it would either scare us or we would have gone bonkers.


as for cats, i've always been afraid of them. I guess because of the stories behind them. hehehe.. about ten years or so ago, my parents and I lived in this old house in Minneapolis. One morning i woke up to a cat crying right outside my window. I tried not to be scared but i couldn't shake it off. A few days later, both my dad and i got really sick. My dad died about 10 months later and well, i'm still alive. :D

another cat story. i think i've told this one before on here but i'll share it again. So the morning of my little brother's death, my oldest brother heard a cat crying outside his window. He said it was the strangest cat cry he's ever heard.

that's why i don't like cats.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on August 23, 2012, 11:57:09 AM
Ladythao:  So your father, mother, and little brother all passed away?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: LadyThao on August 25, 2012, 08:55:50 PM
Ladythao:  So your father, mother, and little brother all passed away?

yes, all three of them passed away. mom was more recent.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on September 13, 2012, 01:09:21 AM
Title: "WHAT LIES BENEATH"
By: Anonymous

So this story i am about to tell takes place in California.

So we use to live in this creepy two story house. Our landlord was mien so u know Asians are pretty cheap as to rent and there was lots of land for gardening and raising chickens. My parents loved this creepy house but us kids hated it and always would have creepy things happen to us all the time. After 5 years we ended up moving outta this creepy house. (yay!) We bought a ranch house outta town so we were glad to get away from that creepy haunted house! lol But before we were even done moving out,the new family that were moving in, were already at the house so anxious to move in waiting and watching us pack our things, i remember there was a mom, dad, teenage boy, teenage girl and a little boy and they were a mien family.

Sadly after 5 years, we lost the ranch house, the house market was bad and the economy went bad, we had to find a house asap.

My parents ended up running into our old landlord who owned that creepy two story house, but this time he had divided the house into two and made it a duplex. ( stupid, i know!) so of course my parents being stupid and desperate for a place right away they took his offer. They were able to garden as much as they wanted and raise as much chickens as they want! They ended up living at the back of the house and the front of the house was empty, which made the house wayyyyy more scary then it was before. and of course by this time who knows how many families had moved in and out already of that house.

Nightmare began....

My parents ended up moving to the front of the house and my sister and her little family of four had moved into the back of the house. My sister has a 4 year old boy and a 8 year old girl. Every morning before she goes to work she would bring her son over to my parents house in the front so they can babysit him. Charlie is his name. Charlie comes over everyday happy and wanting play with my other niece that lives with my parents.

There is this really big fat black cat that always comes into my parents yard. This house has a opening to the basement that is on the side of the house. There is also a little opening on the other side of the house that this black cat would go into and probably live. ( i know creepy right!) well, one morning my sister tried to bring charlie over and he wouldn't come at all. (Btw charlie is a really naughty and stubborn boy, so he is constantly getting in trouble and spank.) No matter what charlie would not come over in the morning anymore, he would just stay and play by himself. My parents were always in the back of the house because they had garden back there and were raising some chickens so they would just leave the screen door open and keep checking on charlie to make sure hes ok. My parents started to notice something different about charlie. Every time they go check on him, he would be talking and playing with his toys like there is someone there. When i would come visit i would see this black cat more and more.. i hate cats like hell so it would creep me out. For some reason i had a feeling that this cat was not a cat and that it was indeed something else.

One day my sister came home from work and she saw muddy footprints that looked like a newborn baby's all over her kitchen floor and on her bathroom mirror. Her cabinets were all open every where in her house and her oyster sauce was poured all over inside her kitchen sink. Of course we didn't know who did it so charlie got the blame because he would be home all day and he was a very naughty boy. Charlie would tell us that it wasn't' him he is telling the truth and that was his friend, his friend wanted him to get in trouble instead so he did it, but we didn't believe him because he was the only child or person there all day besides my parents. Charlie would tell my sister ( his mom) that has has a friend that comes from far away and comes to play with him, he would say his friends name is geo and that he comes from a tunnel far away, my sister thought at first that it was a imaginary friend, charlie would tell my other nieces and nephews the same thing about where he comes from. ( so u get the idea, everyone heard of his friend but didn't think of much.) My sister started to get creep out so she started to yell at that thing out loud and say leave him alone before she does something. The next morning she told my parents not to come over and she just carried charlie over to my parents house and locked up her place. Since this duplex is really a whole house, they shared one smud bill. My mom had went over to my sisters place in the back to make sure she turned off her heater.. when she got to the door, the doorknob wouldn't turn. it was hard as hell and she struggled for a while. She then finally was able to open the door. Right when she opened the door, the house was trashed, she then had the chills right away and went to grab my dad when they got inside her place, this is what it looks like.......... her couch pillows were thrown on the ground, the kids shoes were put on top of each other, charlies dinosaur toys were in a line forming a circle like a little kid was playing with it, the dinner table chairs were stacked on top of each other touching the ceiling( not sure how that was possible but it was),
all the cabinets were open and the fridge was wide open, charlies left over hamburger was splatter on the ground and there was ketchup that didn't look like ketchup but had the consistency of blood all over the kitchen floor and again the newborn baby footprints started from the splash of ketchup/blood leading to the bedroom and going up on to the bed. And on top of the splatter of hamburger in red writing (probably using the ketchup)this thing spelled it's name....GEO... ...

This was the scariest S#!^ that i have ever seen in my life. if u don't believe in paranormal things, this would be jaw dropping evidence that they do exist!!! Right away we called my sister and told her what had happen to her place, she came home early from work crying and frighten... wanting to just hug charlie for not believing him.. well, we all didn't believe him. We then contacted this lady who has helped another relative with something paranormal, she is called a niam kaying! She told us to come over later that day and that she well tell us what it is because she had already knew that we were going to call and she already knew right away what it was.

6PM was our time to meet her at her home and so we went over. We had to take charlie with us. I will never forget this ever.... she told us that it was a little mien boy, he was the one that made all that mess, he's a very naughty little boy and he wanted Charlie to get in trouble, he was angry because my sister yelled at him and took charlie away from him that morning so he did all that to scare us. Niam kaying said that charlies dad had spanked him one night when he was being bad so charlie went and cried in his bedroom on the exact spot where the little boy died and no one came to love charlie. charlie had woken up the spirit of geo and so geo came to love him and they promised to be best friends forever. geo said that charlies parents were his parents and that since charlies dad spank him geo will love him forever. She had told us that This little boy was killed , we were all so confused because remember how i said we use to live at that house 5 years ago... well we thought it was something that happen way before we lived there but no it turns out it was after we moved out, remember how i said that i would have to bring my mom back to that house to dig up the roots of her plants and the new family that was living there was already so anxious to move in. yess.. it was that little boy i saw.

Ok so back to our session with the lady. Well she told us that his father had shot and killed him, the mom and dad were arguing and the dad had a gun in his hand, the little boy happen to walk by and was shot in the back holding his toy car in his hand.

When we were there, charlie would not speak of his friend GEO. the lady said it's because GEO wouldn't let him speak and that they both had promised to be FRIENDS FOREVER. so geo will not let charlie go.the lady did alot of convincing and still was not able to separate them. she said that the black cat was GEO, and that geo hasn't reincarnated because his body wasn't buried and it nothing was traditionally done for him so he became that black cat and that explains why the cat would always go thru the side of the house into this vent thing that goes into the basement.. !!! ( see i knew it) so she tied a string on charlies hand so that geo could not be manipulate charlie and everytime charlie spoke to geo it would be the niam kayings powers and her words speaking against geo. So this would make geo more angry!!! We were to do a heavy jingle bell within the next 2 days. After leaving the niam kayings house my other sister had taken charlie and his mom and sister to her house because of what happen to their place. Niam kaying said this may piss geo off and he may hurt one of us or even set out traps because hes a strong spirit and he already can move things. But of course my sister was to afraid to go back home she did indeed go spend the night at my other sis house. Early that morning before my sister went to work, there again it was, the newborn baby foot prints on the front of the door and on the door knob in that ketchup/ blood. he was trying to get in, but He couldn't get in my sisters house because they have Buddha up on their wall and protecting them. This explains why he couldn't get in to my parents place either cause they have their shaman up as well, but charlies mom and dad don't have their shaman up.

(sorry so long guys...)

Later that night, they came in did jingle bell and seemed like everything was ok and he went away....this jingle bell was heavy and was NOT performed my the niam kaying.. it was done the old jingle bell way by someone else.

ok soo.... 2 months later... my mom gets really sick, she can't get out of bed... she can't even move... we don't know whats wrong with her... so we call the niam kaying... she wants to come do a jingle bell asap... that weekend we have her over... and guess what......GEO never left... the first shaman didn't cross him over, he only took that child and ditched him. well, he found his way back. AND this time he was torturing my mom. Niam kaying said that he had tied her spirit up and he wanted her to feel his pain... (by this time my sister had already moved out of the back, which is more scarey now) Niam kaying wanted to go to the back of the house where charlie they used to lived, and in that room... she told us that, that is where GEO LAYS.......... ......we were like WTFFFFFFFFFFF yesss... she said that it was a rainy day, the mom and dad were fighting and the dad had a gun, the parents were struggling with the gun and then it went off shooting geo in the back, he died with a toy car in his hand not knowing what happen, he wasn't even dead yet, the dad took him out to the back yard, wrapped him in a tarp and threw him all the way inside the basement, right under that bedroom.( where charlie was crying tat night) Geo wasn't even dead yet when his dad wrapped him up, he died suffering.. he could of been saved but his dad thought he was dead...so the reason y my mom couldn't get up or move, it was because geo tied her up the same way he died so she can feel his pain, he said that he knows that my dad is a good person because my parents moved back to that house after all those years.. and that he wants my dad to find him and cross him over. After the niam kaying told us about his body being down there, my dad remembers that when the landlord came to fix the water pipe he had to go down the basement and he would not let my dad go in at all, the owner told my dad to go into the basement later and turn off the water.. my dad said he saw a big lump wrapped in tarp all the way inside the basement but was notsure what it was. ( and yes i think that lump is the body of geo) yess, we think the owner knew and was helping hide the body as well.. after we found out about geo we started questioning the owner also because the niam kaying told us that the little boy is mien. the owner of course denied it all and all of sudden wanted my parents to move out and told them that he was going to raise the rent, he was finding all kinds of excuses. At this point my parents were looking for another house to rent, they needed more time and the owner would come over and argue with them and be an ass. One night we received a frantic call from my little brother.. my moms house was on fire, some one pour gasoline all over the front porch leaving them to die in that house... lucky my mom smelled the smoke, and was able to get my little brother and dad alert.. the front of the house was all damage.. it was so scary and i just thank god, shaman, buddha that they weren't hurt. everything was destroy in that home. The owner seemed happy that the house was burned or course we think he did it. we think since they couldn't move out soon enough he was trying to kill them n case we found the body in the basement. Thats just what we think... two weeks later... we finally were able to move some things out that were still in good condition. My whole family decided to go back to the house and pull the tarp out... my dad really wanted to find geo....BUT... when we got there... someone already beat us to it... the tarp was open and it looked like they used two tarps to wrap him, the tarp that was left had stains on it but it has been so many years already that we can't tell if its blood or dark mud.. they had also flooded the basement so that no one can go in... so that is the end of it... i guess we never got to see it for our own eyes, but by what the niam kaying told us, what my dad saw, and how we found the tarp.. explains it all....

it's been about a year now...i'm afraid to say it but....some spirits don't rest...

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: chingy-vang on September 13, 2012, 01:43:57 AM
^ i guess Facebook renders this thread useless now lol. I saw that story but never clicked on it, glad you posted it thanks. Damm that is fcuked up and scary
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yajmafia on September 13, 2012, 09:32:56 AM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 13, 2012, 04:14:46 PM
(mien) now wat kinda race is this? If ppl don't mind me ask'n? Are they china ppl, lao, comboia? Hmong?
Anyways tat's a sad story, kill'n ur kid N hide'n his body.. i hope bad karma be falls on the landlord, or the bad ppl tat was invole...i hope they suffer in this life or the next..anywho what happen  after the place was burnt? Any follow ups on this story?.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on September 13, 2012, 04:38:47 PM
so there's no firemen and police come in when the house is on fire.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yajmafia on September 13, 2012, 05:40:21 PM
(mien) now wat kinda race is this? If ppl don't mind me ask'n? Are they china ppl, lao, comboia? Hmong?
Anyways tat's a sad story, kill'n ur kid N hide'n his body.. i hope bad karma be falls on the landlord, or the bad ppl tat was invole...i hope they suffer in this life or the next..anywho what happen  after the place was burnt? Any follow ups on this story?.

They are a sub group of Yao in China.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: thehotone on September 14, 2012, 01:26:27 PM
mien is also know as the "yao" pple.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 14, 2012, 03:31:54 PM
They are a sub group of Yao in China.
o never knew... All i knew was,china ppl.ol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on September 18, 2012, 07:00:25 AM
saki, aren't you hmong?

and Wi_sweetguy, what the motha f!!!!! freaken scary arse story!!!!!

i don't know if y'alls watch the show on Syfy, Paranormal Witness, but i believe spirits do certain things to objects like lining things up or stacking them. i have seen that consistent in a lot of cases. eeeek!!!!

you know, i think i would have gone to the police and said something. who cares if they think i'm a nut case. man, intense story!

this is one story that my cousin told me of her inlaw. one of her girl inlaw kept being sat on at night. every night.... she would hear it come down from the closet. how she heard it??? because she can hear the ruffling of the plastic bags and things she had in her closet!!!!!!!!! it would start at the top and move down towards her. she heard it every night and it happened to her every night but she didn't know how to avoid it. one night her cousin came to sleep over. she asked her cousin to sleep on her side of the bed thinking it won't affect the cousin. that night she heard it come down the closet but just quietly stayed scared in her bed. the next morning her cousin told her that she was sat on the previous night. i don't remember how it went on but that part was enough to spook me out. eek!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 18, 2012, 03:22:16 PM
Yayableu, yes i'm 110% hmong..lol with broken Engrish. Lol
Hmmm..sounds like someone needs to know how to weld a samuria sword. Lol not no dull ones but a really sharp one..or just put a BIG hmong knife under the pillow..
Not to mention tat if you read my blog..i got T-BAG by one of 'em. So i bite it's Azz and it let me go...
Now tell me, how ur cuz re acted to being sat on...if tat happrns you need to fight it off, show it that ur not scare of it...how ever if tat don't work..ur cuz need to see if juggle bell is the best option.
 I'm no expert in fight'n those black shadow..but i defend myself if needed.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on September 18, 2012, 03:26:57 PM
^ for a second there i thought you weren't hmong. haha.
well, my cousin's inlaw, it happened often to the point where she didn't know how to react, she's scared but what could she do to stop it? she felt helpless. i forgot what they did after it happened so many times, but the story is enough to spook me out until today. ruffling of the bags! eeek!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 18, 2012, 03:28:32 PM
BTW my brothers are kinda scare wen they cum over to sleep, they tell me tat they get sat on also..Hmmm i wonder if i have something around me...cuz my brothers never told me this until a couple of weeks later wen i told 'em that i got T-BAG...and yes i got very pizz off cuz it had the gutts to do tat to me..and the 1st time i had it happen to me..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 18, 2012, 03:29:47 PM
Yaya,
Who did you tink i was? Lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on September 18, 2012, 03:36:09 PM
Yaya,
Who did you tink i was? Lol

^ no, i just thought that most hmong would know who miens are. that's all. nothing bad.
and what does T-Bag mean? is that slang y'all use there? haha.

you know, some folks believe that you can bring bad spirits home with you if you go out a lot. and then those spirits 't-bag' you. did i use it correctly? haha.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 18, 2012, 04:21:16 PM
^ no, i just thought that most hmong would know who miens are. that's all. nothing bad.
and what does T-Bag mean? is that slang y'all use there? haha.

you know, some folks believe that you can bring bad spirits home with you if you go out a lot. and then those spirits 't-bag' you. did i use it correctly? haha.
T-bag is a term we COD. players use wen someone uses 2nd chance perk and they go down waiting to be heal or wen i bring someone down..i'll try to T-bag them in their face. Lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on September 18, 2012, 04:45:11 PM
T-bag is a term we COD. players use wen someone uses 2nd chance perk and they go down waiting to be heal or wen i bring someone down..i'll try to T-bag them in their face. Lol

^ oh honey boo boo child, i give up. haha. what is COD? i'm so out of 'coolness'. haha. my coolness is t-bagged. haha.

my brother told me this story when i was in elementary school and i still remember it today. every time i look through the peep hole. eek!

these kids went to this 'haunted' house and wanted to see the the ghost, etc. this boy looked through the key hole and didn't see anything but a bright reddish blot right on the other side of the key hole. he went back to tell people that he saw nothing there at all. they later told him that the ghost spirit there had red eyes. eeeeekk!!!!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 18, 2012, 06:13:00 PM
^ oh honey boo boo child, i give up. haha. what is COD? i'm so out of 'coolness'. haha. my coolness is t-bagged. haha.

my brother told me this story when i was in elementary school and i still remember it today. every time i look through the peep hole. eek!

these kids went to this 'haunted' house and wanted to see the the ghost, etc. this boy looked through the key hole and didn't see anything but a bright reddish blot right on the other side of the key hole. he went back to tell people that he saw nothing there at all. they later told him that the ghost spirit there had red eyes. eeeeekk!!!!
I guess you're not into games? lol COD=is Call Of Duty.. You play online. Shooting each other online.LOL
T-BAG is when you try to sit on someone when they are down. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sunrain on September 19, 2012, 02:47:17 PM
No games or COD conversations.  Should stick to ghost stories.  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 19, 2012, 02:58:24 PM
No games or COD conversations.  Should stick to ghost stories.  :2funny:
lol my bad...
Anyways Yaya.
Did ur cuz mention on how it look like? Was it a big shadow or little one.. cuz for me i can tell if it's big or little..
Not to mention tat i saw one back in my younger age, but the one i saw was in a form of my Anutie.. standing ontop of the stair looking @ us..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yayableu on September 19, 2012, 04:29:24 PM
lol my bad...
Anyways Yaya.
Did ur cuz mention on how it look like? Was it a big shadow or little one.. cuz for me i can tell if it's big or little..
Not to mention tat i saw one back in my younger age, but the one i saw was in a form of my Anutie.. standing ontop of the stair looking @ us..

^ geesh honey boo boo child glizty beautimous! that's scary!!!!!!

she never really saw it because she always closed her eyes tightly, but it gave off a feel like it was male, just this black shadow thing. if i was her i don't think i want to see too. eeek!!!!


Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 19, 2012, 04:35:35 PM
^ geesh honey boo boo child glizty beautimous! that's scary!!!!!!

she never really saw it because she always closed her eyes tightly, but it gave off a feel like it was male, just this black shadow thing. if i was her i don't think i want to see too. eeek!!!!



Your eyes don't really need to see it. your second set of eyes will see it. Like me I can tell if it is coming into the bedroom or just standing there. Even wen I'm in a deep sleep. i can sense it coming. Sounds funny rite.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on September 25, 2012, 09:57:29 AM
Title: The demon who followed me home from camp
Author: me
Ghost status: Fact
Date= sept. 16. 2012



This is a true story that happened two weeks ago.  The start of the hunting season was very exciting and I jus couldn't wait to bag my squirrels.  So small game opening weekend came around. On sat night, I was supposed to tell ghost stories because it was a tradition for me to tell it to the little kids.  Well I was tired because I had to take care of my little girl, but I told them the story of the two little girls that sat me at the camp site where we were staying at.  I showed them the spot where my tent was and that while I was sleeping and camping with my buddy.  In the middle of the night, two little mien girls walked from the dark woods into the road leading into our camp.  The two little girls had long hair, short, and are little girls. Somehow you just can't see their real faces or they are always blurred. They walked to the right side of my tent and made a left into the front of my tent.  They turned into poj ntxooj and weave their hands, pushing the frabric of the tent towards me.  While all this was happening I could see everything from above like a third person. Yes, when they turned to poj ntxooj their clothing looks hmong.  I screamed, and scream, called my buddy for help, but it was to no avail.  These poj ntxooj were having fun messing with me then I got real mad and went for my gun.  Then as I went for the guns, I woke up.  I looked at the time and it was 12 am.
Well I told the little kids about the incident and that it was scary because it was just me and my buddy in the middle of the wood. We left camp on sunday and drove 2 hours home.  I hurried up stairs, took a shower and finished my online homework that was due that night.  This is where time felt like a blur.  It was 11:55 pm at night.   I had my daughter sleep next to me and I was about to read a book then suddenly I felt tired. I turned off the lamp, then after 1 second, it was as if my eyes went black.  I remind you guys I was sleeping in the prone position with my face laying on the bed because they say if you sleep side ways and face down then the demons can't get you.  Well, the prone position is not true.  As soon as I closed my eyes, it felt like in the ghost movies.  My body was paralyzed, and I was sleeping in the prone position.  From the corner of left I saw the black figure appeared on the side of my bed and the demon was blackard than the room itself.  The demond had no face, it was solide black and you coudn't whether it was male or female.  The demon reach out his left hand and touched my left shoulder blade then my right.  I then knew and could feel the demon's presence and how big or small it was.  The demon was around 5-9 or 5-10 because it was around my height when I looked at it.  His fingers padded my right should gently and I felt everything as if it was so real.  In this dream I had no clothing, no boxers.  I screamed and screamed in hoping my daughter would wake up and break the spell.  I kicked my left and right legs, but they would not move.  I try swing my elbow but they would not swing.  I was helpless considering that I could flat bench 225 lbs.  The black demond slowly glide his left hand down to my lumbar, just a little above my butt.  He padded his fingers on my lumber and I though he was going to do something to my private area because he had stroke gently down closed to my butt down.  I could feel something unimaginable.  I tried and tried to break free, but nothing happen.  In my mind I was shocked, because I could see and feel everything happening as it was so real.  I even saw the demon appearing before my eyes.
I got real mad now and I remembered about the grabbing the gun in the last dream.  Then I said " Fduck this, i'm a my guns" although it was nowhere near me. I was just saying it. Then I took one last elbow swing. With my last energy, I swing full force with my left elbow flying backwards trying to elbow the demon. While my elbow was in motion my elbow swing backwards, my body got up and out the bed.  This is the scary part. As my body was in motion to getting up, I was 1/4 off the bed in my dream, then the spell snaps. The second I got up from my dream, while still in motion, I snap and woke up in motion as I was still swinging and jumping off the bed.  While I came back to reality and still in the motion.  I jumped off of bed and elbow the demon and I yelled out "mothafawker" then quickly turned on the lamp.  I looked around like WTF just happen.  I can't believed what just happen. I snap back to reality in slow motion by swinging off the bed and being fully awared.  I looked at the time and it was 12:15 am. I knew I was sat on by a demon who followed me home waited for me to fall asleep.  I hope this demon is a girl because I would hate to imagine this was gay demon because I though it was going to go for my private area. I left the lights on for atleast two to three days. Also had my knife under the pillow for charm.  Its not a lie when they say you actually sees the demon appearing before you get paralyzed. In just you guys are wondering.  I was wearing my boxer at the time.

The scary thing is that two years ago, my GF at the time was sleeping on my bed around the evening.  Around 5 pm when the sun went down early.  She woke up and saw a black shadow darker then the lighting. The black shadow was standing in front of her.  She took one look and said "aaaaaaaaa" got up and ran down there.  I talked to her about my incident last week when I saw her at the gym and I told her she was lucky she didn't get sit on before the demon hypnotize her.

There is no such things as no spirits, demons, entities, monsters and others.  I know they are out there based on my experience.

I have another true story.  And this is the real life premonition of my illegal run in with the law which I escaped unharm.  And I will never do it ever again. Only hear it in the hmong og stories of premonition or things happening to guide you from being killed.  Now I have experience it first hand.  Yes, it happened to
Wi-sweetguy .  I'm not a liar.  I used to think they were real in the sense that ummm..i wasn't there. but now I know what is fact from fiction.

reply with "premonition" and after finishing my online class. I will write this real life based on a true event.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 25, 2012, 04:25:51 PM
yo bro have some line break.. very hard to keep my eyes on...Now what line was I'm on..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 25, 2012, 04:35:26 PM
WOW.. I actually read the whole story. LOl OOOoo my eyes..J/K..
sweet-guy.
you know, that's actually what I know and felt.. I can see 'em before I even get sit on.. I'm glad that someone else share my weird power. I also think the actually things. only I grab my Samurai sword instead of my gun..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on September 25, 2012, 11:08:12 PM
WOW.. I actually read the whole story. LOl OOOoo my eyes..J/K..
sweet-guy.
you know, that's actually what I know and felt.. I can see 'em before I even get sit on.. I'm glad that someone else share my weird power. I also think the actually things. only I grab my Samurai sword instead of my gun..

good thing we shared stories like these and use the knowledge to help us in these situation.  I understand how you feel and others who have been sit on.  I wrote the story half asleep. I tried my best earlier, and somehow I made it.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on September 28, 2012, 09:31:54 AM
WOW.. I actually read the whole story. LOl OOOoo my eyes..J/K..
sweet-guy.
you know, that's actually what I know and felt.. I can see 'em before I even get sit on.. I'm glad that someone else share my weird power. I also think the actually things. only I grab my Samurai sword instead of my gun..

WOW is for world of Warcraft
LOL is for League of Legend

 :D ;D O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Special_K on September 28, 2012, 03:26:46 PM
Do you guy's believe animals can sense death?

I remember way back in Jr High, my Aunt was really sick and on the night of her death, all the dogs in the neighborhood cried and barked all night. it was so scary. The lights would flicker, it was the eriest $hit i've gone thru. My dad told us after her passing that her family "muaj muaj dab" and it was her family coming to get her.

chills !
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 29, 2012, 06:18:35 AM
Dogs can, but mostly the dogs see another spirit around tat area, therefore barks..N tat is way i don't wanna own one...dogs on the other hand..is good but a dog can only handle so much.. wen you see a dog with its tail tuck between thier legs... It means tat wat ever that thing is...it's auroa is bigger then the dogs...wen tat happens..Oooo shyt...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 29, 2012, 06:25:35 AM
WOW is for world of Warcraft
LOL is for League of Legend

 :D ;D O0
with guns..you can't shoot wat you can't see..with a sword it's like a hmng knife, only longer..
Anywho about 4-5months ago, i had my radio upstair onto of the sofa, oneday me N my wife got into an aguremeny, all a sudden the radio turn itself on and the volume started to increase..I was like WTF...so i unplugged from the out let...just yesterday...we ll the day after. Me N my boy was hanging around the house being bums..then all the radio came on..i was like WTF...anybody have weird stuff like tat happens?

My radios has those buttons tat you gotta press to power up..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 01, 2012, 03:32:44 PM
About a month or so ago, my buddy weny up north to watch car racing..one of those ppl loving sup up cars..
Anyways they camped up there, well they didn't want to be bug by other ppl, so they camp on the other side. I guess there was some sort of field there, so the next day they didn't want to take the long way back, so they cut through the field. And i guess a ghost lady found him handsome..and follow him home...no body knew of this. But the day they came home. None of his friends wanted to be in his car. I guess they knew something..

So when he got home, he felt like someone was with him in his room. Oneday he felt like someone was untie'n his red string on his ankle.. and when he woke up tat red string was in the bed. He had tat red string long before he ran into wat ever tat thing was..

Anywho this thing is now nd still in his room.. he has an anute who can see tings, so he ask her. And this is wat she said.. there's a whyte lady with lonh hair, she followed you home, you bumped unto her when you went into the field. She waits for you every nite, if you go out you can not stay out too long..she'll come looking for you..holy crap..

That ghost lady stays in the conner of his room
Crap my phone's acting up.. i'll post back later

Dam.. i contuined but the site went down for repair..yester day..

Okay so he has to do a big jinggle bell to put his Astro body into a stone/ wat ever and someone has to go throw that far far away, so that, the ghost will be with that rock.. To those tat know of wat I speak. I need no say no more..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Republic on October 03, 2012, 11:16:54 AM
Bedroom Window Ghost

I had a Hmong friend share this story with me.  His aunt and uncle rented a new house.  It was one of those older homes that was built in the 1960s.  It was a two story home that looked big on the outside but was not that room on the inside.  The house was a three bedroom house with all three bedrooms located upstairs.  The mom and the dad slept in one room.  The grandma and the two little girls slept in one room.  And the three older boys slept in the last bedroom that faced the backyard.  This bedroom had an overhanging roof just under the bedroom window that covered the back porch.

The house seemed fine when the family moved in.  After a few weeks though the boys began complaining about noises coming from the window.  At first it was just tapping.  Then it sounded like someone was trying to open the window.  The boys were too afraid to open the window shades and look.  At first the boys would just jump into one bed together and wait for the noise to stop.  Usually it never lasted more than several seconds.  One night though the banging got louder and the boys bolted from the room to tell their parents.  The dad just yelled at them and told them to go to bed.  The mom said it was probably just a raccoon or something.  After that night, it went quiet.  Then one night it happened again.  This time though, the window shook like it was going to lift right up and break the old window lock!  The boys ran out of the room again screaming.  The parents once again got mad at the boys and made them go back to the room and sleep.

One night, the dad decided he would sleep in the boys' room and show them the noises were nothing.  The first two nights the dad slept in the room...nothing .  Finally, one night the dad heard the tapping.  Then the noises got louder.  It sounded as if someone was working the window to try and open it.  The window began to shake and rattle like someone was jiggling it from the outside.  The dad held his breath as his boys began crying from fear.  Suddenly, the dad sprang up and pulled the string to the window shade.  Nothing.  The noises stopped.  It was a cool, clear night.  No one was outside the window. 

A few days later, the grandma started talking to the old hmong lady who lived across the street who lived with her own family.  The old lady asked the grandma if anything had happened in that house.  The grandma told her about the strange bedroom window noises.  The old lady just shook her head, then she explained to the grandma:

Another Hmong family used to live in the house a couple of years back.  The two sons had some bad friends.  The sons weren't bad kids, but they hung out with wannabe gangster kids.  They used to have a couple of them over every so often.  The bad kids also lived in the neighborhood just down the street.  One weekend, the family went out of town for a family thing.  The wannabee gangster kids knew this and decided to come over and rob the house.  Because they had been inside of the house several times, they knew what they wanted to take.  The also knew that the doors were double bolted.  So they planned to climb up to the back bedroom window and break in that window.  When the two bad kids climbed up, one kid kept watch while the other one worked on the window.  Unfortunately though, it was cold and the roof was slick with frost.  The boy who was trying to break open the window slipped and fell 12 feet onto his head and snapped his neck.  His friend climbed down and went to call the cops but by the time an ambulance got there his friend was already dead. 

After the grandma told the dad this story.  He began looking for a new home to rent.  They moved out of there two weeks later.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 03, 2012, 01:42:31 PM
with guns..you can't shoot wat you can't see..with a sword it's like a hmng knife, only longer..
Anywho about 4-5months ago, i had my radio upstair onto of the sofa, oneday me N my wife got into an aguremeny, all a sudden the radio turn itself on and the volume started to increase..I was like WTF...so i unplugged from the out let...just yesterday...we ll the day after. Me N my boy was hanging around the house being bums..then all the radio came on..i was like WTF...anybody have weird stuff like tat happens?

My radios has those buttons tat you gotta press to power up..


Seems like you had ghost spirits in lived your house.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 03, 2012, 02:00:18 PM
Bedroom Window Ghost


The kid that fall off the window spirit still there trying to go inside the house and steal.
His spirit didn't know that the physical body already dead. When he still alive, he puts all
his focus to open that window and go inside the house. His spirit didn't notice that body
already separated from the spirit itself.

On the other hand his parents probably didn't even do the Hmong thingy call Tso Plig, letting all
his spirits know that the physical body is gone and is time for them to go as well.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 03, 2012, 09:16:29 PM
Repulic, Spooky azz fk.. The part when the dad jump up and open the shade...Yikes, what if he see a face... stareing back at him Holy crap..

Movkuam: IDk if i have any.. All i know is that I do feel like there's something here.. watching over the house..You see the house that I live in... before I moved in the father was old and his health was not all there.. So we had to kinda rush to sign all the paper, just incase he goes postal..
Meaning he wasn't ill or anything.. he was just getting old.

But every now and then I would hear strange voices outside by my window. like griberish lingo..
i can tell that it sound like 2 little girls.. kinda talking to one another... but it could mean that I'm just hearing stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 04, 2012, 11:01:25 AM
Repulic, Spooky azz fk.. The part when the dad jump up and open the shade...Yikes, what if he see a face... stareing back at him Holy crap..

Movkuam: IDk if i have any.. All i know is that I do feel like there's something here.. watching over the house..You see the house that I live in... before I moved in the father was old and his health was not all there.. So we had to kinda rush to sign all the paper, just incase he goes postal..
Meaning he wasn't ill or anything.. he was just getting old.

But every now and then I would hear strange voices outside by my window. like griberish lingo..
i can tell that it sound like 2 little girls.. kinda talking to one another... but it could mean that I'm just hearing stuff.

You need a check up with the shaman (old style and new style)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 04, 2012, 04:48:20 PM
are you people doing drugs? Because that can have an affect of you seeing and hearing things too. :2funny:


Jesus said no yelling at the drugers and crazy people :2funny: :2funny: :idiot2: :idiot2:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 04, 2012, 11:37:04 PM
Lol to answer your ?...
Maybe too much happy happy in my younger youth..
Lets just say..i've seen too many strange N weird stuff in my life..so i've hence my sense..and i'm prone to be light wen i sense something/one around me..and no i don't tink i have some kind of attchement from any ghost or so..but i do feel stuff..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 05, 2012, 02:30:06 PM
Strange??? I never knew that.
And hows ur sister doing now? she still hearing stuff? Or has she come back to normal? LOL

I do have to admit. I'm kinda death in the ears.. too much BOOM from guns.. I never thought of putting hearing protection. Until I started to be hard of hearing.. Or more to say I'm selected hearing.LOL But I do hears like 2 little kids tallking just outside my bedroom window, I never thought much of it..But my wife  don't seems to notice anything...Of course she never knows what goes on around the house anyways.LOL In a way I think that's good. Cause she don't believe in those stuff.LOL
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: chingy-vang on October 06, 2012, 12:54:32 AM
Evening Lullabies
Author: ComoMeat, told in first person.

When my family and I first moved to Minnesota from Thailand, I was only 8 years old. We lived in the project homes in West Saint Paul. My mother would always tell me to go home before the sunset because we lived next to an old lady who was going crazy. The entire neighborhood called her insane. I thought that was very mean of the adults. At night, I could hear her singing her grandchild to sleep. I didn't think that was crazy at all. Every time I heard a baby cry, she would sing and the baby would stop crying. I enjoyed listening to her sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars and the alphabet song in broken English. Sometimes, her singing even lulled me to sleep. My window stares into her bedroom and sometimes, I see her rocking and lulling a wrapped baby in her arms to sleep and feeding the baby with a bottle. She must have been a great grandmother because I rarely hear the baby cry. I didn't see this grandmother outside very often but sometimes when I’m walking home from school, I would see her standing by her living room window, carrying a baby on her back.

One night, I couldn’t sleep and heard the grandmother having an argument, she was too upset, so I didn’t hear the other voice over this grandmother’s loud voice. I think her daughter asked her to go baby sit the other grandchildren. The grandmother said, “kuv yeej tsis kam mus kiag lis nawb, kuv tseem muaj ib tug menyuam kuv laib zov!” (I refuse to go, I have another child to watch.) The grandmother was yelling because she didn’t want to leave her grandchild and how much she loved her grandchild. I started to hear the baby cry because of the argument. I looked through my window and saw the grandmother picking up the baby, singing, rocking and talking to the baby. The baby was giggling, laughing and fell back to sleep.

The next day, I walked home and saw a whole bunch of cop squads outside of her house. I walked inside the house and overheard my mom talking to my aunts about how THEY FINALLY TOOK HER. My mom was telling my aunt about how sad and depressed the grandmother next door had been since everyone died around her and that she outlived her family. She was not able to have any children and her husband died right after she moved to America, so she really was alone. The grandmother lived alone next door. She would wrap her old Hmong clothes into the shape of a baby and pretend to cry like a baby, talk like a baby and even laughed and giggled like a baby. The grandmother will even sing and rock the bundle of clothes in her arms back and forth, pretending to feed the baby then put the baby to bed.

My mom went on talking about how the grandmother also likes to carry the bundle of Hmong clothes on her back like a baby and have conversations with the bundle of clothes. According to my mom, last night, the grandmother had an argument with her dead family members because the grandmother didn’t want to die yet because she still wanted to be with the bundle of Hmong clothes that she calls her baby. The grandmother cried so loud about how she didn’t want to die that my mom could hear her but her dead family forced her to wear Hmong clothes and she drown herself in the bathtub. The police knocked on our door and asked if my dad called 911 because they received a dialed from our house. My dad said no. The police asked my dad if he knew why she was holding onto a bundle of Hmong clothes and why she would wear Hmong clothes and drown herself. That night, I was scared to sleep, I asked my sister to sleep with me. After she fell asleep, I started to hear a baby cry then I heard the usual lullaby song, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, being sang then after that, I heard baby laughing and giggling.

There’s more stories that happened in that house afterwards but maybe I’ll share some more next time.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 06, 2012, 02:15:03 PM
Holy crap... Wierd but creepy... Do tell us more...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Bob_J.D. on October 07, 2012, 06:02:49 PM
I'll add a few stories to the board.

The first one concerns my mother-in-law.  She had been sick for awhile being stricken with cancer.  She was taken home from the hospital so she could pass away peacefully at home with her family.

During the few days before she passed, she was possessed and saw three demons or ghost that were coming to get her.  My wife recorded the first incident at the hospital.  There she was complaining that she was hungry and even though my wife's family fed her she was constantly hungry.  Then on rare occasion she would be chewing and chomping with her mouth.  When asked what she was eating, she told the family the ghosts were feeding her raw meat and that's what she was eating.

After she was released to come home.  She would scream and get possessed.  When she was possessed she would have strength beyond anyone in the room.  The family had tried to tie her down and she would break the cloth holding her down on the bed.  Mind you she had been sick and very weak; however, she had the strength of ten men.  Other time, she would speak in tongue, literally talking mumbo jumbo.

One night my sister-in-law decided to read the bible to her.  She twisted and turned then in a low growly voice, taunted my sister-in-law.  Telling her she knows what's contained in the bible and that she's not afraid of the bible.  As my sister-in-law continued to read the Bible the voice would then scream and ask that my sister-in-law stop reading.  After a few minutes the demon would go away.

Whenever the demons came, the dogs would go crazy barking and making a ruckus.  However, these dogs were even scare of the demons because when the demons were in the house these dogs would run into the corner and cower afraid of what was there.

Finally, right before my mother-in-law passed she informed the family that these demons were coming for her because she owed them a baby.  They finally took her and she passed away.

The funeral was crazy, the last night of it there were loud banging and noise coming from the basement of the funeral home even though we all knew no one was down there.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Bob_J.D. on October 07, 2012, 06:17:03 PM
Here's another story.

There was a girl that I was a friend with.  She was pretty active on Hmongonline back in the days.  If I mentioned her location, a few folks would know who she was but I best not.

We were good friend who talked on the telephone occasionally about life and whatnot.  I was invited out to visit her but being young and saddled with responsibiliti es I never did.

It was 2003 and it was a crisp fall morning.  As I was walking to school that morning, I was inspired to give her a call.  I don't know why or what but I had a premonition that I should call her.  After class that afternoon, I decided that I should call.  Now mind you, I had only her cell phone number.  On the other end of the line her mother answered.  I asked to speak to her and her mother went silent for a bit.  She asked who I was and where I was calling from.  I informed her I was a friend and calling from out of state.

Her mother than quietly informed me she had passed away last week and her funeral was just completed that morning.  I was shocked and numbed from this whole incident.  I told her mother I was sorry and that I didn't call to create a ruckus or anything but accept my sincerest condolences.

After I hung up I knew that this friend even though we hadn't talked a lot lately wanted me to know that she had passed on.  There was no other reason for me to have been prompted to call.  On top of that it was the day when she was finally put to rest too.  I know she had talked about being sick in the past and she had gotten better.

Sometimes things like this isn't scary but freaky in it's own way.

bob
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yajmafia on October 08, 2012, 08:23:33 AM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 09, 2012, 03:00:17 PM
All these ghost..i had a dream. Tat i went camp'n N ran into those little long hair thingy.. remember tis is just a dream..funny ting was i was chasing tat thing..N i was pretty scary, but sum how i grab my gun..funny cuz i always grab my sword. But i had my new gun..and i was shooting tat thing N chasing it. Like Ooo yeah..I got my gun.N i was shooting it and yell at it..then all a sudden i was shooting deers.. lol funny dream, but the point is i grab my gun N not my sword.. maybe my itchy finger needs to pull some trigger..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Gawmp on October 25, 2012, 03:41:29 PM
Here's another story.

There was a girl that I was a friend with.  She was pretty active on Hmongonline back in the days.  If I mentioned her location, a few folks would know who she was but I best not.

We were good friend who talked on the telephone occasionally about life and whatnot.  I was invited out to visit her but being young and saddled with responsibiliti es I never did.

It was 2003 and it was a crisp fall morning.  As I was walking to school that morning, I was inspired to give her a call.  I don't know why or what but I had a premonition that I should call her.  After class that afternoon, I decided that I should call.  Now mind you, I had only her cell phone number.  On the other end of the line her mother answered.  I asked to speak to her and her mother went silent for a bit.  She asked who I was and where I was calling from.  I informed her I was a friend and calling from out of state.

Her mother than quietly informed me she had passed away last week and her funeral was just completed that morning.  I was shocked and numbed from this whole incident.  I told her mother I was sorry and that I didn't call to create a ruckus or anything but accept my sincerest condolences.

After I hung up I knew that this friend even though we hadn't talked a lot lately wanted me to know that she had passed on.  There was no other reason for me to have been prompted to call.  On top of that it was the day when she was finally put to rest too.  I know she had talked about being sick in the past and she had gotten better.

Sometimes things like this isn't scary but freaky in it's own way.

bob

Did you ask what was the cause of her death was? I wonder if this person is the same one that I know.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: LadyThao on October 27, 2012, 12:49:38 PM
Had a weird day and night yesterday/last night. I'm not sure if it's due to reading too many Hmong Ghost Stories or it's Halloween but yesterday was a little creepy which lead to an uneventful night.

So yesterday morning, it was just my baby great-nephew and I just home. After eating and cooking, I decide to sit down and read a couple of Hmong Ghost Stories. As I was reading one ghost story, all of a sudden, the door to our garage closed. It was as if someone closed it.  I sort of freaked out but quickly shrugged it off. About an hour or so later, the great-nephew is playing on the dinner table and starts crying. I ask him what's wrong and He shows me his hand and what i saw was weird (If only I had thought to take a picture of it and shared it). on his right hand were these little teeth marks. The funny thing about it is that it was in a neat circle. The dents were perfectly squared and even. After assessing it, i just figured it was nothing so he and i went on with our day.

Later that day, I left him with his uncle, (one of my nephews) so i could run some errands. Two hours later, I come home to the father, mother and uncle questioning me what was wrong with his fingers. They asked me if he had blisters on his fingers before I left. I answered No and i told them what happened during the day. Apparently there have been some weird activities going on in our house.

So night comes, we all headed to bed. Throughout the night, Charlie, our yorkie mixed dog, kept barking!!! To me, it felt like every or two hours that dog would be barking! I asked Nyaab this morning and she said that it was because the neighbors kept shooting little fireworks in the sky. To me, i thought that dog was crazy. anyway, during the time charlier is barking my great-nephew keeps crying too! like charlie, GN would cry every or so hour. Then this is where I had a scary dream. My subconscious was already scared because of charlie. Not only that but somehow those ghost stories invaded my thoughts. Being me, I shrugged it off. So in the dream, I was driving on this dark road. All of a sudden, There was a bad entity in the back seat and it was trying to make me lose control of the car. AS much as I tried to control it, it would try to turn the wheels. It got mad so it pushed me towards the steering wheel, forcing my upper body up against the car. I remember I kept screaming for God to help me. It wouldn't let me say Vaajtswv at all. I would get to Vaaj and it would paralyze my throat or my body. After a couple of tries, I was able to scream out for God to help me. Then all of a sudden, I woke up within another dream. I was still scare and didn't want to sleep alone so i went to nephew and Nyaab's room. LOL! Grown ass woman like me was going to go sleep with her nephew and wife. Stupid, huh? I'm not going to lie, i was frightened! in this dream, I was still so scared but I forced myself up to go to their room. While knocking on their door, i hear Zach crying. At this point, my fears got the most of me so as soon as nyaab told me to open the door and go in, I did. I asked if i could sleep in the room with them. We were just about to lay some stuff on the floor for me to sleep and then i woke up. My bladder was going to explode but i didn't want to wake up either. I thought that since charlie has been barking, if he saw me, he would want me to let him loose. I tried to go back to sleep but a thought came to my mind. I read a comment that all paranormal things happen at 3 am. On most nights when I'm awake at 3 am, I would feel uneasy but brush it off. I guess that's when my mind plays a lot of tricks on me. Their not big sounds or anything but it's enough for me to be aware.

so after a few attempts to go back to sleep, i look at the clock. I have ten minutes to use the bathroom and get back in my bed. I didn't care if charlie saw me or whatever, i was going to ignore him! Just as i was in my bed ready to go sleep, I hear a tapping sound. At first i thought maybe it was just pipes around the wall but it sounded like it was coming from the window! Now, I have little branches around my window but even with a lot of wind, the branches brush against the window. It does not make that tapping sound. OMG, when I heard that tapping sound, I freaked out! I grabbed my cell phone and pretended to watch some YT videos. after five minutes, the tapping stopped. I heard it a couple of times throughout the early morning but I didn't care. I wasn't going to let that thing keep me up.

whatever it is, i hope it goes away.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yajmafia on October 29, 2012, 06:21:47 AM
Dang, thats creepy.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on October 29, 2012, 11:48:58 PM
hey everyone. i've had the pleasure of stumbling upon this page just a couple of days ago  :D i've been reading as much as i could on everyone's stories(though now its reached 200+ pages now and im only on page 60 or so). i figure, just like everyone else, i'll share my own experiences  O0

i have a LOT of stories to tell, but ill start with the scariest ones  :2funny:

this story is from my mom before she met my dad in Laos.
my mom is an orphan. my maternal grandparents passed away when she was young. my mom's dad was KIA in the war, and my grandma, well she never really told me what happened to her. she was raised pretty much with her grandma and her aunt along her cousins. her grandma was really sick and passed away one day. the next few days later, they all went to the garden and because their garden wasnt too far away from their house, my mom's aunt told one of her daughter to come back to cook for lunch for them. so there she is cooking rice and all on the cooker. out of nowhere, there came a rotting stench. my mom's cousin didnt think much of it. just as someone said in one of the previous stories, hmong houses have that shaft/attic thingy where you could go up and store stuff. she saw someone's leg popped down from the shadows and started swinging around. she thought to herself...wtf??? so she thought that it was my mom or one of sisters/brothers who secretly followed her back home to play a trick on her. so she took the stick that she was poking the fire with, and whacked the leg as hard as she could. the leg withdrew back into the shaft. HA! she said. that'll teach you to play tricks! she continued cooking rice and whatever food she was cooking when she realized she saw the leg pop back out, swinging to and forth. she got angry at this point and started cursing at whoever she thought was up there, still thinking one of her siblings or my mom playing a trick on her. so she whacked the leg again with her stick. this time, she whacked the leg so hard with her stick, a piece of meat fell off the leg as it retracted. she quickly ran to the piece of flesh only to realize that it was rotting! right at that moment, she connected the smell of rot and the rotting flesh and immediately realized what was going on, so she ran out the door back to the garden to tell her mom. my mom, her aunt and daughters(including the one that was cooking) all came back to the house scared. being the oldest, my aunt went in first. after a few mins, she came back outside and said everything was alright. she explained that when she went inside, she didnt see tracks going up to the ladder to the shaft, but she saw tracks going out towards the door. she said it was grandma who came back to visit because the left footprints was missing the small toe due to grandma missing her small left toe due to a gardening accident  :)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on October 30, 2012, 12:14:58 AM
here's another freaky one from my mom that she told me about one of my uncles still living in thailand.

we all know men in thailand/laos have a reputation for being pimps and mackdaddies. my mom's cousins are no exception. my uncle was a mack daddy. he was unmarried at the time but he was in one village one day macking on this one chick reputed to be one of the best looking in the village. it was getting dark and he had a long way back to his own village. started trekking around twilight and about halfway to his village, there's a river with primitive bridge to help people bypass it. it was starting to get close to dark, but still enough sunlight to in front of you. as he was approaching the bridge, he noticed someone about haflway on the bridge. as he got closer and closer, he realized it was a young girl, about his age, sobbing loudly into the river. he thought to himself OH DAAAYUUM! SINGLE WOMAN  :2funny:! so there he goes approaching the bridge and thinking up of ways he's gonna mack on this single, lonely woman out in the middle of nowhere. maybe she got dumped by her man, he thinks? awwww yea!

so he makes his way onto the bridge and goes up to her. he sees that she's having a really rough time cause she was sobbing hella hard, and she had her hands up to her face, covering them. he asks her if everything is alright, and why she out here? nothing. so he asks her if she ok and if she need someone to take her home, etc etc etc. so he starts with his macking and starts asking why a beautiful woman like her is out here by her lonesome with no man or escort? no answer. so hes sweet talking her and he's trying to pry her hand from her face because he wanted to see how pretty she was. he grabs both her hands and tries to pry it from her face and all the while he's sweet talking her, though she wouldnt. he's sweet talking her and all. and seemed to be working. her sobbing slowed and he's thinking to himself, hell yea! its working! so he went to grab her wrist again and when he pulled it from her face.......... .well, she had no face  ;) all he saw was smooth skin over where the eyes, ears, mouths shoulda been. he quickly SCREAMS and lets go and run passes her. uncle was so scared, guy pissed himself. talk about poj plig (however you spell it). hes running like a rhino about to gore his a$$, all the way home, while hearing THIS time instead of a crying woman, a laughing woman. he can hear her getting closer and closer to him. when he finally reached the village, the laughing stopped. he ran right to his house and told his parents what happened. his mom was scared, but he got slapped by his dad and lectured because he was effing around too much and not thinking about marriage  ::) that night he got really sick so they huplig for him. turns out, the ghost he met was girl who's husband killed by smashing her face in  :-[ and then dumped into that river.

my uncle? well he got better. no more pimping for him though  O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on October 30, 2012, 12:15:25 AM
*double post for some reason so..DLTed  :P
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on October 30, 2012, 12:43:44 AM
i know that some of you have used the Ouija board. like you all, i have as well. to be honest, it has never worked for me. till one night. let me first give a short background. in my younger days, me and the guys used to take the Ouija board go to places, say a park reputed to be haunted, and use it. never worked for us. we've never tried the cemetery because we were too chicken to try it there.  ;D

around when i was 16-17, my cousin slept over my place. we went to high school together and he missed the bus. so i was like, dude, its the weekends. just sleep over. at this point, we didnt drive yet. so he slept at my place for the night. at midnight, he had this bright idea about using the Ouija board. if any of you guys researched the paranormal, like me, 12 pm is supposedly the time of then night where the veils between our world and the spirit world is the weakest (though ive also read that 1am and 2am count as well, which could explain what happens next). we played from 12pm til about 1:30am in the morning. nothing happened. my brother was already sleeping and it was just me and him up. so i told him i was tire and lets just hit the bed and go to sleep. so he says to me that we should try one time. i agree. one more time. so he tells me to go first. here i was asking provocative questions about ghosts and the such. nothing happen. by this time, it was about 2 in the morning. so i quit and he goes. about 15 mins later, i was like, "dude. nothings happening. lets go to bed."
he was like "ya, BORING. lets head to bed."
we were playing in the dark because i had one of those glow in the dark ones. i was looking down at the board, looking at his fingers. he lifts up his fingers slowly away while im still looking at the planchette and the board. right away the planchette starts moving slowly by itself, inching, inching, inching its way across the board. we BOTH saw it and we both FREAKED. i grabbed the board with the planchette still on it, threw it in the box, opened the closet door behind me, and threw inside.

never tried playing it ever since.  8)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 06, 2012, 08:10:24 PM
I remember way back I hung out with a bunch of run away girls and guys. I didn't know them all to well, But one night we was all chilling at one of their buddy place, and one of the dude ask if anybody wanna play the board game. Of course I had no idea wat the hell they were talk'n, but they cut out some paper wrote some ABC and (yes) (no) (leave) (bye) and some other things as well.
One of the dude said that if the ghost will not go away.. no one can leave or else. etc...let go of the cup. They started calling the very first hmong kid that got kill by the cop way back in Inver Grove Hieghts. I don't wanna mention his name. but if you ppl do a little bit of work you might know which hmng kids I'm talking about.

The 2 hmng kid that got shot, one of them was a Yang. Which was kinda related to me. And the cop took them to Ramesy Hospitol. Before they change their name to Regoin that hospital is on jackson street. by Mt. Airy..

Anyways no one believe in those stuff, bout calling the dead..As they were joking about it, 2 dudes placed their  2 finger, you hold it with 2 fingers on a cup, while one ask/ call out his name..IDK if the dude was playing a joke but the other was like dude.. why you moving the cup...
While the other said "Hell No.. I ain't moving that".   Yeah rite " replay the other'.

"No for real...I didn't move it...Then who else is doing that"... the other guy got scare and took his hand off the cup  and said "shyt I ani't gonna play this BS". If he didn't move the cup and I didn't... hell no... I ain't gonna mess with stuff IDK of.." and they took the home made board and burn it..

That was the only time I saw ppl palying that board thingy.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on November 08, 2012, 05:19:22 PM
this story is about my brothers, was told to me by the youngest. im gonna use fake names to make the story a little easier to understand. there's me, the oldest. Peter, the 2nd oldest. Tim the mid brother, and Jon, the youngest. about three years ago, i was getting ready to move to another town to attend school. im the oldest of 4 brothers, so i had my own room while my three brothers shared one really big room. this story was told to me by my youngest brother Jon.

Jon told me that one day Peter asked him if he was sleep talking the night before? Jon said no and asked why? Peter said that while he was up gaming at night in the dark (while Jon and Tim were asleep), he heard a little girl clearly say HI! to him. he turned and looked around the room but didnt see anyone. he freaked, turned the tv off and went to bed. kinda freaked Jon out after Peter told him that, but it was all good.

Jon then continued with the story that a few nights later, Peter told Jon that while they were sleeping again, he was up gaming again and he saw a shadow in the doorway that looked like a little girl. he was so freaked out he turned everything off and went to bed again. it got so freaky that they both told my mom about what was happening.

she went to one of aunts, who was knowledgeable in the shaman ways, and after doing her thing, she told my mom that there were two little ghosts haunting Peter. she then asked my mom if peter bought anything recently? my mom thought for a while and said that Peter bought two hmong dolls from a previous soccer tourney a few days ago. my aunt then told my mom to get rid of those two dolls because they were haunted. so my mom went home and told Peter to get rid of those dolls, which he did, and things had calmed down since.

but here's one part that made me go WTF? Jon told me that my aunt also warned my mom that she also saw in an omen that one of my mom's sons was gonna bring home a girl. few days later, Peter brought his gf home lol.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on November 08, 2012, 05:26:23 PM
when i was bout 4-5ish, i went with my folks to visit some relatives. i had a cousin that was already in high school at the time so i would go into her room and annoy her and she would chase me out with a stuffed hmong doll. scared the crap outta me still thinking about it now lol. and there's a reason.

one day, her dad came home and saw the stuffed hmong doll lying on the porch. as he was making his way up to the porch from the driveway, the doll got up,and started walking away! her dad was so freaked out, he already knew it was not a good sign. anyhow he grabbed his balls and actually followed it. when he turned the corner of the house, he saw the doll walking to a tree in the backyard, and went behind it. he went to the tree where the doll walked behind, and lo and behold! it wasnt there!

he quickly ran into the house to tell his wife what happened. they had a jingle bell party and all that good stuff afterwards.

the doll? well they never found it.......
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on November 08, 2012, 05:41:23 PM
ive read a lot of the posters on this forum about their tsog experiences. ive had some experiences, but none too frightening. when i experience it, i dont feel a force on my chest, or see anything paranormal; i just know im being paralyzed. thinking back, there were only two experiences that really stood out. both happened when i was still in high school.

1) one day after school, i came home and took a nap. all of sudden, i "woked" up. that feeling of half asleep, half awake mode. im sure you all know. i felt a presence behind me and felt my hairs just sticking up. all of sudden the presence came up to my bed, stepped onto my bed, slid over me, and went to sleep behind me lol. i felt it upon my back, and i could it it snoring. i got too freaked out so i just went back to sleep lol.

2)this experience i think was more of a out of body experience (OBE). i was at school one day and i had a lot of time to kill. some high schools have periods but ours had "mods"(i think they call it buckets now lol). i dont remember how many mods were in a day, but it was a lot like college: one class make takes 8-9, another from 11-12, etc etc. all depends on your schedule. well i was a senior so i didnt have much classes to take. one day, i had an 8-9 class, and my next class wasnt til 2-3. so i went to the lib and slept, just like everyone else  ;D

i had my legs crossed and my bag was my pillow. all of sudden i felt it. the weirdest sensation. it felt like when youre about to be paralyzed. yet it was stranger than that. all of sudden i felt like i was everywhere at once in the lib. i was looking at myself, at the clock, at other students in the far corner, at the librarians, etc. i saw my cousin walk in, turned the corner, put his arm right up to my shoulders, and shook me awake. at the instance his hands were on my shoulders, i snapped right out of....whatever it was that i was in. i told him that it was good thing he shook me awake because i saw on the clock that while in that phase that it was time for class lol.

good stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: population1 on November 08, 2012, 11:26:44 PM
The 2 hmng kid that got shot, one of them was a Yang. Which was kinda related to me.

bet u r a vang. no Yangs in history is related to vangs. none what so ever. both talk different and have differences all around.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on November 14, 2012, 09:33:42 AM
I am not sure if anyone here has been camping at Devil's Lake in Wisconsin. I hear that there is a huge black hole in the middle of the lake. I also hear that when you go fishing there, there are a lot of fishes but don´t really bite. Does anyone believe that there might be a ¨zaj¨ living in there? I wanted to go camping there but I hear some stories of Devil´s Lake.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 15, 2012, 03:30:25 PM
bet u r a vang. no Yangs in history is related to vangs. none what so ever. both talk different and have differences all around.
no i'm not a vang, but the other hmng kid went to the same elem. school i went. his GF was in the same room as me. i tink it was 4-5th grade. wen we were all call to the same room and had a talk about it the lost of the dude.. i remember her crying like crazy and not knowing WTH was going on. til the teacher explain it to us.
BTW i ran into her like a couple of months ago when i went to the maplewood cub foods. she was working as a cashier. i was temped to say hi, but she might tink who the hell is tis crazy hmng dude. lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 15, 2012, 03:34:28 PM
I am not sure if anyone here has been camping at Devil's Lake in Wisconsin. I hear that there is a huge black hole in the middle of the lake. I also hear that when you go fishing there, there are a lot of fishes but don´t really bite. Does anyone believe that there might be a ¨zaj¨ living in there? I wanted to go camping there but I hear some stories of Devil´s Lake.
Wat DL in wisconsin?? don't you mean DL in North Dakota... i tink you got ur lakes wrong.
double check ur info.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Miss8) on November 15, 2012, 11:33:16 PM
There's one in Wisconsin too dude. ^^
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on November 16, 2012, 09:35:13 AM
Yea there is one in Wisconsin too but this one is said to be haunted. I heard it from my college adviser when we went camping this one time. It was hella fun camping but sucks cause you cant take a good shower! :knuppel2:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MissLonely on November 16, 2012, 11:39:09 PM
no i'm not a vang, but the other hmng kid went to the same elem. school i went. his GF was in the same room as me. i tink it was 4-5th grade. wen we were all call to the same room and had a talk about it the lost of the dude.. i remember her crying like crazy and not knowing WTH was going on. til the teacher explain it to us.
BTW i ran into her like a couple of months ago when i went to the maplewood cub foods. she was working as a cashier. i was temped to say hi, but she might tink who the hell is tis crazy hmng dude. lol

Interesting! Please tell more about this girl! Was she hot or not? And yes you are a crazy stalker!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 17, 2012, 06:21:57 AM
Yea there is one in Wisconsin too but this one is said to be haunted. I heard it from my college adviser when we went camping this one time. It was hella fun camping but sucks cause you cant take a good shower! :knuppel2:
really! wow tell us ur encouter if you know any of it. devils lake in Wisconsin eh.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on November 19, 2012, 08:18:15 AM
I'm bored. Read a couple of pages back where peeps were writing about zajs so ill add one in.

Anybody live close to wausau, wisc? If you do, I'm sure you'd hear a park name Sunnyvale. It's notorious for zajs and all that good stuff. And fishing. Can't forget the fishing. Anyways, I personally know one person who drowned there when I was a senior in hs and know of a couple of buddies and relatives who had close calls.

My story is about three of my buddies. I'll just call them friend a,b, and c respectively.
One day during the summer of 05 or 06(its been a while lol), I went to go kick it with friend a who lived just a couple of blocks down from me. So we were chilling and all friend b calls me up and was wondering what we were up to. Told him we were chilling at friend a's house. Friend b says he's gonna stop by with friend c, who is also his cousin.

So they both stopped by and were just chilling upstairs in friend a's room gaming. It starts thundering real hard and raining cats and dogs. During this time we heard movements and doors closing and stuff. Didn't think much of it because friend a said his sisters were home and all. We went downstairs to eat coz my buddy was cooking. I noticed movement coming from upstairs again but didn't care. After we finished, friend b said he wanted to go cruising in his Supra, so were like aite. Friend a said he was gonna run upstairs real quick to grab a jacket. So were downstairs chit chatting and friend a just literally half jumps half dashs down the stairs freaking out. Were like wassup, and he said "dude there ain't no one upstairs!" Were like yea so? So he says..if my sisters and them ain't home, and were alone this whole time, who was walking around making noises and closing doors and stuff? That's when it hit the three of us that stayed downstairs and we all freaked lol. Ran out of friend a's house and into the superdupra lol.

Anyways so we went cruising and ended up at Sunnyvale. It was still thunderstormin g and as crazy as it sounds, there were some white folks swimming lol. The crazier part was that my buddies want to also now that they saw people swimming LOL. But we didn't bring any swimming gear so we ended up driving back home to grab some. Friend b, the driver dropped all of us off and went home to grab a more convenient car. So there I was at home SECRETLY packing up swimming gear. I say secretly because the mention of just going there gets me a good itching. Well. Musta been fate or some other force because my mom came into my room and caught me packing my stuff. As soon as she saw my towel she knew what I was up to. I got a good butt itching from her and a big butt lecture about zaj this and zaj that. So when the guys called, told them I couldn't go anymore. So they went without me. This is where MY story ends. The next part I heard from all three of them.

So after I told them I wasn't gonna go anymore, they headed to Sunnyvale. When they got there, all the white folks were gone. They got there stuff on and got in the water. They just chilling and sitting shallow part of the lake. Remember its still thunderstormin g. Friend a and friend c are sitting down. Friend b got up and just right as he did, according to all of them, lightning struck a tree other side of the lake. It was strong enough that they felt a little bit of the electrocution. Friend b started running out while hilariously, friend a and b just looked at each other. Friend b had to yell at them to hurry the F up LOL.

Anyways, friend b and c went to go see one of their uncle who was a shaman. He looked into it and, I'm sure after itching them out, told them the zaj that lived in that lake was gonna come get them, but my buddies were lucky because god(dk how to spell it in hmong) wouldn't allow the zaj to take my buddies. So he sent that bolt down to not only scare my buddies away, but to also stop the zaj.

The more I think about it, man we did some stupid AZZ shizznizz back when we were younger lmao O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on November 19, 2012, 08:52:56 AM
One of my buddies had a cousin who was attending school in southeast wisc. Don't remember which one but I believe it was uw platteville. I just remember this story and I heard it from my buddy, so all the details might not be accurate since I heard it a while back. So school was over for the summer and my buddys cousin was driving back home to wausau late at night. It was really foggy and a chilly night. He drove a little slower than normal just in case there were deers on the road or what not. He was getting really tire and fatigued. It was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. Out of nowhere he hears a loud screeching noise from within his car. Right next to his ears. He looks around, kinda awake now and freaked. My buddys cousin said the screeching came again and again. But unlike a physical noise, the screeching sounded like it was coming more in his mind, if that makes sense. Then, he had an overwhelming desire to get off the highway. He explained it like it was an instinct. So he exits the next exit and finds himself in a small weird town. Because it was dark and foggy, he got lost for a bit before backtracking to the hwy. By this time, the screeching was fine and he was wide awake now. He managed to get back onto the hwy and made it home safely within the hour.

The next day, he talked to shaman uncle about the incident. His uncle said it was because a spirit hitch hiked with him. The "screeching" he kept hearing was actually the spirit telling him to exit the hwy because it wanted him to drop it off at the town that he exited off to. His physical body couldn't comprehend what was going on, but his spirit knew so it, you can say, "took over" unconciously to help the ghost on its way. Fortunately, the shaman uncle said it was a friendly ghost and they didn't need to jingle bell for him.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on November 19, 2012, 09:29:27 AM
I'm bored. Read a couple of pages back where peeps were writing about zajs so ill add one in.

Anybody live close to wausau, wisc? If you do, I'm sure you'd hear a park name Sunnyvale. It's notorious for zajs and all that good stuff. And fishing. Can't forget the fishing. Anyways, I personally know one person who drowned there when I was a senior in hs and know of a couple of buddies and relatives who had close calls.

My story is about three of my buddies. I'll just call them friend a,b, and c respectively.
One day during the summer of 05 or 06(its been a while lol), I went to go kick it with friend a who lived just a couple of blocks down from me. So we were chilling and all friend b calls me up and was wondering what we were up to. Told him we were chilling at friend a's house. Friend b says he's gonna stop by with friend c, who is also his cousin.

So they both stopped by and were just chilling upstairs in friend a's room gaming. It starts thundering real hard and raining cats and dogs. During this time we heard movements and doors closing and stuff. Didn't think much of it because friend a said his sisters were home and all. We went downstairs to eat coz my buddy was cooking. I noticed movement coming from upstairs again but didn't care. After we finished, friend b said he wanted to go cruising in his Supra, so were like aite. Friend a said he was gonna run upstairs real quick to grab a jacket. So were downstairs chit chatting and friend a just literally half jumps half dashs down the stairs freaking out. Were like wassup, and he said "dude there ain't no one upstairs!" Were like yea so? So he says..if my sisters and them ain't home, and were alone this whole time, who was walking around making noises and closing doors and stuff? That's when it hit the three of us that stayed downstairs and we all freaked lol. Ran out of friend a's house and into the superdupra lol.

Anyways so we went cruising and ended up at Sunnyvale. It was still thunderstormin g and as crazy as it sounds, there were some white folks swimming lol. The crazier part was that my buddies want to also now that they saw people swimming LOL. But we didn't bring any swimming gear so we ended up driving back home to grab some. Friend b, the driver dropped all of us off and went home to grab a more convenient car. So there I was at home SECRETLY packing up swimming gear. I say secretly because the mention of just going there gets me a good itching. Well. Musta been fate or some other force because my mom came into my room and caught me packing my stuff. As soon as she saw my towel she knew what I was up to. I got a good butt itching from her and a big butt lecture about zaj this and zaj that. So when the guys called, told them I couldn't go anymore. So they went without me. This is where MY story ends. The next part I heard from all three of them.

So after I told them I wasn't gonna go anymore, they headed to Sunnyvale. When they got there, all the white folks were gone. They got there stuff on and got in the water. They just chilling and sitting shallow part of the lake. Remember its still thunderstormin g. Friend a and friend c are sitting down. Friend b got up and just right as he did, according to all of them, lightning struck a tree other side of the lake. It was strong enough that they felt a little bit of the electrocution. Friend b started running out while hilariously, friend a and b just looked at each other. Friend b had to yell at them to hurry the F up LOL.

Anyways, friend b and c went to go see one of their uncle who was a shaman. He looked into it and, I'm sure after itching them out, told them the zaj that lived in that lake was gonna come get them, but my buddies were lucky because god(dk how to spell it in hmong) wouldn't allow the zaj to take my buddies. So he sent that bolt down to not only scare my buddies away, but to also stop the zaj.

The more I think about it, man we did some stupid AZZ shizznizz back when we were younger lmao O0



I live kinda close there but I haven´t really consider fishing that far. I live in Oshkosh which is a good 1 hour and 30min drive depending on how fast you drive. I usually get to Wausau like in 2 hours cause I like to stop at the Mobile gas station in Stevens Point(just to play that coin dozer game) anyways. There are a lot of ¨Zajs¨ in Wisconsin. I don´t know if anyone has been to Manitowac, WI but the light house there has a zaj guarding that area. Like if you go fishing or swimming there the water rises and you get freak out. Sometimes I wonder if there is really a gate or door to the Zajs land? But other times i get the chills that something wants to pull me in when i go fishing. Now I don´t really spend time fishing anymore cause I do that a lot when I´m with my cousins and little brothers. We don´t go anymore cause we had too much encounters will fish not biting, weird things happening, strange looking fishes, and our parents yelling at us for going fishing too much.
Well if anyone got anymore ¨zaj¨ stories please tell cause i´m very interested in hearing about them.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: bwnh on November 21, 2012, 03:34:39 AM
i havent gone there for a long long time. usually when we go fishing now, we go to various other places or else we go to Lake Dubay, about halfway to Stevens Point(which, by the way, is also notorious for ghost encounters; lots and lots of stories from there).  Sunnyvale itself is a man made lake. its on the outskirts of wausau, going to Marathon City if you take hwy 29 west.

there's a road/trail that encircles around the whole lake and back. when you walk on the road/trail, around the lake, there are various trails that lead deeper into the woods. when you follow these trails, they lead to various parts of a secluded river. im not really sure how popular it is anymore to fish there, but i know some of my buds still go there during the daytime to fish for small mouths and the such when the season is right.

its quite creepy at night. after all, some trails lead pretty dang deep into the woods. sometimes during the spring, some of those trails can become flooded. there's been more than one time where we followed a trail for a good 15-20 mins, only to find it submerged, and having to backtrack. in the dark lol. there's also been sightings of shadow peoples, bigfoots and pooj ntxoj deep in that part of the woods. a personal buddy of mine went camping with his older brothers late at night one time. they created a small campfire to keep warm and light the small surrounding. at one point, they noticed another fisherman who was sitting down on a fallen tree trunk. they never noticed he was there nor had they hear him coming. all of sudden he was just there. the tree trunk is pretty far into the river. the river itself isnt that wide though. a little wider than a creek. but you had to climb up at the base of the trunk from land, and carefully traverse to the where this "fisherman" was. all of sudden he was just there lol. you gotta understand its at 1-2 in the morning so its very dark, and as fishermen are, they become so concentrated at what theyre doing, sometimes they dont notice their surroundings. yet my buddy swore there was no way this guy coulda gotten on the trunk without any of them noticing since they were just a few yards from it. and of course, after a while, he disappears. they called it a night after that lol.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Roc on November 25, 2012, 09:13:05 PM
Forgot to add this, it happened a few weeks back to my friend. If any of you are related to the Xiongs in Lompoc or Santa Barbara, you will know that there were two funerals just in the last month. One was a grandma distantly related to us.

The house where the grandma lived is about two blocks away from my house. Behind their house is another home of a Thao family where my friend lives.

A few nights after the grandma passed away at the hospital, my friend posted on Facebook at around 3am her puppy starting wimpering and barking at one spot in her room. It wouldn't calm down and just kept being really scared of one corner. So my friend got spooked and went outside her room and found that the lamp in the hallway was flickering on and off. She thought that her older brother left the light on so his kids could use the bathroom in the middle of the night but when she went to turn it off... and I am not lying... the lamp was in the OFF position! To make it worse, when she went back to her room the light out in the front yard, which is a motion sensor light, kept turning on and off. She wrote, FML.

Of course I teased her about it, and she'll probably kick my ass hahaha.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: LadyThao on December 07, 2012, 02:55:42 PM
we need more stories in here. stop going on FB! jk! lol.. well, since i'm already here, i guess i'll share a couple of stories.

this happened to me about a few weeks ago this day. It was just my toddler great-nephew(GN) and I home. the GN was playing and watching TV while I was reading some ghost stories on FB. All of a sudden, the door that leads to the garage suddenly closes. It was as if someone closed it. I kind of freaked out but shrugged it off. I usually do that so i don't scare myself. After maybe an hour and a half, the great-nephew and I move a few feet to the kitchen/dining area. I was on my laptop and he was just playing around me. He was getting ready to climb on the dining table when he started crying and saying, "owwie." I asked him what was wrong and he showed me his hand. I looked at it and it there were fresh teeth marks. It was as if someone bit him really hard on his hands. The teeth marks looks small so I pressed it against his mouth to see if he did it. It looked small enough so I just ignored it.

A couple of hours later when his uncle came home, I told him to watch the GN while i went out to run some errands. I don't know what prompt me to do it but before I left, I checked his hands. there were no evidence that a bite was there so I left. About an hour and a half later, i come home to his father, his mother and uncle asking me if something happened to his hands. I thought they saw the bite but what they told me was they saw blisters around his fingers. Then we all started sharing stories about what's going on in our house. The day before, the mother was home with the GN. She was hearing the cabinets in the downstairs bathroom open and close. She knew no one else was home. She ignored it and went on with her day. The father kept hearing the garage door open and close. then of course, i shared what happened that day. we went on with our evening. didn't care for it anymore.

during the night, i had a scary dream. In my dream, i was driving on a dark road at night. All of a sudden, i feel a dark and scary enitity right behind my chair. It knew I that I knew it was there so it tried to push my chair forward against the steering wheel. It didn't work so It got a hold of the steering wheels and was trying to make me lose control of the car. I fought it as much as i could but we crashed. Once we crashed, it got a hold of me and tried to strangle me. I kept trying to fight it and as I was doing it, I yelled out for God in Hmoob. Just as i got to Vaaj, it would block my throat or my mind from saying it. I did it again and yelled really loud, "VAAJTSWV!!" the funny thing was, i said it in a really low and sinister voice. It eventually got off of me and then i woke up within another dream. that dream wasn't as scary so i'm not going to share that part. however, i did wake up after those dreams because i had to use the bathroom. i didn't want to because i read somewhere that paranoramal stuff happens right at 3 am.  i looked at the clock and realized that i had about 15 minutes to use the bathroom. I quickly got up and went. I used it, washed my hands and ran back to my room. I jumped on my bed and tried to sleep. just as I was about to sleep, i hear a tapping noise. As i was trying to listen for it, it hit me that it was coming from my window!! Where i positioned my bed is right up against the window. Ever since we moved into this house, my bed has always been up against it. this was the first time i heard the tapping. I did get scared. I grabbed my phone and pretended to watch Youtube but suddenly exhaustion took over. throughout the night, i heard it but ignored it.

Even until this day, it comes and go. I think it was a week or so ago, I heard it and instead of getting scared, I smacked my window. Earlier today, I just turned my body and continue sleeping. LOL...

this night though, the weirdest thing was, our dog kept barking. My nyaab, the GN's mom, told me that the neighbors or someone kept shooting fireworks so it would drive the dog crazy. not only that but the GN kept crying throughout the night.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on December 11, 2012, 11:37:35 AM
i havent gone there for a long long time. usually when we go fishing now, we go to various other places or else we go to Lake Dubay, about halfway to Stevens Point(which, by the way, is also notorious for ghost encounters; lots and lots of stories from there).  Sunnyvale itself is a man made lake. its on the outskirts of wausau, going to Marathon City if you take hwy 29 west.

there's a road/trail that encircles around the whole lake and back. when you walk on the road/trail, around the lake, there are various trails that lead deeper into the woods. when you follow these trails, they lead to various parts of a secluded river. im not really sure how popular it is anymore to fish there, but i know some of my buds still go there during the daytime to fish for small mouths and the such when the season is right.

its quite creepy at night. after all, some trails lead pretty dang deep into the woods. sometimes during the spring, some of those trails can become flooded. there's been more than one time where we followed a trail for a good 15-20 mins, only to find it submerged, and having to backtrack. in the dark lol. there's also been sightings of shadow peoples, bigfoots and pooj ntxoj deep in that part of the woods. a personal buddy of mine went camping with his older brothers late at night one time. they created a small campfire to keep warm and light the small surrounding. at one point, they noticed another fisherman who was sitting down on a fallen tree trunk. they never noticed he was there nor had they hear him coming. all of sudden he was just there. the tree trunk is pretty far into the river. the river itself isnt that wide though. a little wider than a creek. but you had to climb up at the base of the trunk from land, and carefully traverse to the where this "fisherman" was. all of sudden he was just there lol. you gotta understand its at 1-2 in the morning so its very dark, and as fishermen are, they become so concentrated at what theyre doing, sometimes they dont notice their surroundings. yet my buddy swore there was no way this guy coulda gotten on the trunk without any of them noticing since they were just a few yards from it. and of course, after a while, he disappears. they called it a night after that lol.



Woah! I drive on Hwy 29 to ST. PAUL,MN all the time. I always pass Marathon City and use the gas station right next to the highway. I never thought about it but sometimes if you drive late at night and stop there I get spook out from reading all these stories. I would pass these two Lakes because the highway goes right through them. I always pay attention to the road but i never know whats in those lakes.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on December 12, 2012, 10:58:38 PM
hey guys, it funny reading about HWY 29 because my friends were telling me that they had some encounters on that HWY.  If your car runs out of gas then better flag somebody because there isn't a gas station for miles.  Also he said that hmong people used to hunt on the side of that HWY, but due to ghost encounters they don't anymore.  Scary huh?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on December 13, 2012, 08:32:04 AM
Is there really no gas station on that highway? I don't what gas station im using now. Maybe its a ghost gas station, but i swear there was a hot hmong girl working there. She sometimes wear a sweater but sometimes I see her in hmong clothes. Maybe she was getting ready to go to the New year? :o
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Risingstars on December 13, 2012, 09:57:48 AM
Funny you mention that. A couple of my npawgs are really into learning and hais txiv xaiv. One day I got a call from one of them asking if I can send them a good size sumac branch. I asked what they needed for, and he told me to make swords. First I was thinking to myself why they needed sumac to make swords, then I recall the old people saying poj ntxoog ntshai ntaj huab txhib.

My brother came to visit, and I sent along with him two good size sumac branch.


How do you know which sumac branches to get? I'm planning on stocking them up. I'm just afraid to stock up the poisonous ones and then I die instead of the ghost.  >:D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on December 13, 2012, 10:24:51 AM
Earlier this week I was driving home from work. I was driving an old truck that belonged to a co-worker. We were suppose to watch the Pacman and the MMA fights so I was suppose to pick him up the next day. Well I had to drive pretty slow with the windows down to prevent fogging up the windows and skidding on ice. It was about 8PM. I was driving and got close to a bus stop, all of the sudden my horn went off "BEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEP" and my stick was popped to neutral. I stopped, hit the steering wheel a few times and turned off the engine but the horn went on for about 15 seconds then finally died. I passed the bus stop and again it went BEEEEP, this time it went on about 30 seconds. I hit the horn and it sounded like "bep." I had it checked out and there was nothing wrong with the truck.

I didn't think nothing of it then but now as I think about one of the stories in here, I think some ghost caught a ride with me.  O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sunrain on December 13, 2012, 12:18:26 PM
We need more Hmong ghost stories please.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 07, 2013, 11:15:26 AM


I live kinda close there but I haven´t really consider fishing that far. I live in Oshkosh which is a good 1 hour and 30min drive depending on how fast you drive. I usually get to Wausau like in 2 hours cause I like to stop at the Mobile gas station in Stevens Point(just to play that coin dozer game) anyways. There are a lot of ¨Zajs¨ in Wisconsin. I don´t know if anyone has been to Manitowac, WI but the light house there has a zaj guarding that area. Like if you go fishing or swimming there the water rises and you get freak out. Sometimes I wonder if there is really a gate or door to the Zajs land? But other times i get the chills that something wants to pull me in when i go fishing. Now I don´t really spend time fishing anymore cause I do that a lot when I´m with my cousins and little brothers. We don´t go anymore cause we had too much encounters will fish not biting, weird things happening, strange looking fishes, and our parents yelling at us for going fishing too much.
Well if anyone got anymore ¨zaj¨ stories please tell cause i´m very interested in hearing about them.
hey, i went to visit tat place a long time ago, wen my wife was still my GF. We went to see tat light house. and i feel the same way like wat you said" feels like ur drawn to tat spot like sumting/ one wants you to jump in tat water". how ever wen we got there, there was sum meeka fishing there and he caught tis big white fish. of course i was far away and did not see wat kinda fish it was. but sumhow i had a vibe tat it had a strange mouth and was not a fish tat i had seen before. anyways i didnt want to walk tat path to to lighthouse. cuz i had a weird vibe.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 07, 2013, 11:24:02 AM
risingstar,
sumac branch? wat the heck kinda tree is tat. i never heard trees/ branch of tat kind before.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 07, 2013, 11:25:44 AM
I was kind of mad at my two little brothers because they ran ahead of me with my other cousins. I had a weird feeling like something was wrong but just kind of didn't think much of it. We walked down the paths to the light house but I didnt go far i just stopped half way because on that day we went the water was really clear and you can see the fishes swimming. I stopped half way because I was looking out into the lake and saw this like weird looking area in the water. I was like a round circle about the size of a car, it was very dark looking too. I got freaked out after that and then I shouted at everybody to come and lets go home. When got it the car and about to leave, it started raining super hard. It was hella scary as shitz cause I was the driver.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 07, 2013, 11:29:56 AM
risingstar,
sumac branch? wat the heck kinda tree is tat. i never heard trees/ branch of tat kind before.

sumac branch looks like these


these are small but when they grow big you can cut them down and use it as a Hmong sword to ware off poj ntxoog
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ft0FGRMFJRA/TQ6MI4tHNgI/AAAAAAAABK8/D0AxpDgy2f8/s1600/sumac+branches.jpg)
(http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2010/09/03/nyregion/03sumac1-cityroom/03sumac1-cityroom-blogSpan.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 07, 2013, 11:32:36 AM
Dam tat was crazy.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 07, 2013, 11:35:50 AM
sumac branch looks like these


these are small but when they grow big you can cut them down and use it as a Hmong sword to ware off poj ntxoog
(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ft0FGRMFJRA/TQ6MI4tHNgI/AAAAAAAABK8/D0AxpDgy2f8/s1600/sumac+branches.jpg)
(http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2010/09/03/nyregion/03sumac1-cityroom/03sumac1-cityroom-blogSpan.jpg)
those are wat it is. i pick 'em in the summer and eat it. sour but good. never knew tat. Hmmm i wonder if i've been eating those a lot. tats why i can sense ghost/ stuff . maybe i'm just fooling myself.. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 07, 2013, 11:37:18 AM
Dam tat was crazy.

Hell yea but remember that you shouldnt say bad things about zajs too cause they can hear you and will come for you. I was listening to a story from Hmongkindgom and it happened in Fresno, CA.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 07, 2013, 11:38:39 AM
Hell yea but remember that you shouldnt say bad things about zajs too cause they can hear you and will come for you. I was listening to a story from Hmongkindgom and it happened in Fresno, CA.


Hahaha they are pretty good but purpose for use is killing and keeping poj ntxoogs away from you.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 07, 2013, 11:45:59 AM
Hell yea but remember that you shouldnt say bad things about zajs too cause they can hear you and will come for you. I was listening to a story from Hmongkindgom and it happened in Fresno, CA.
is it the one bout the OG burning paper to win sum lotto numbers and his kids hommie talking shyt bout if the see the girl they wanna do bad kinky stuff. if so i still get goose bump just tinking bout tat story
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 07, 2013, 11:51:35 AM
is it the one bout the OG burning paper to win sum lotto numbers and his kids hommie talking shyt bout if the see the girl they wanna do bad kinky stuff. if so i still get goose bump just tinking bout tat story


Yep its that story. I think if those kids was to close their mouths, the OG would of won lots of money. Stupid kids these days. I think if the OG was to burn the paper to call the zajs there would be a separating of the kids and the OG because what I know is that the zaj will take you to their land and come back alive if you are a faithful person. The OG would of got a fortune.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 07, 2013, 03:24:40 PM

Yep its that story. I think if those kids was to close their mouths, the OG would of won lots of money. Stupid kids these days. I think if the OG was to burn the paper to call the zajs there would be a separating of the kids and the OG because what I know is that the zaj will take you to their land and come back alive if you are a faithful person. The OG would of got a fortune.
i highly don't tink so. cuz 1st it is wrong to ask them for a favor without sumting in return. it will not end well.
but i do have one unless i posted already. my brother told me tis. his hommies uncle went to DL in ND and caught a WB with a pearl in it's mouth. and he kept the fish and the pearl. and tat day WB was hitting very hard too so he didn't tink much of it. well when he came back to MN he started felling ill. so he had somone look into it and it turns out that he caught sumting tat he wasn 't meant go keep and instead of releasing it, he kept it. anywho in order to get better he has to return tat pearl back to DL. so him and his cuz drove back to DL in ND to regurn the pearl. after he dumped the pearl back into the lake, on their way back home they got into a car axe.. everyone was ok but the dude tat had the pearl died.
so if my telling off and someone knows the story better plz correct me.
my brother told me to not go to DL. but if i do and i catch somethng tat doesn't look rite. just throw it back into the water. anyways they look into it and Zaj took him wen he threw tat pearl back into the water. zaj took his life and only his shell was left therefore he couldnt live without his other half.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 07, 2013, 03:44:44 PM
i highly don't tink so. cuz 1st it is wrong to ask them for a favor without sumting in return. it will not end well.
but i do have one unless i posted already. my brother told me tis. his hommies uncle went to DL in ND and caught a WB with a pearl in it's mouth. and he kept the fish and the pearl. and tat day WB was hitting very hard too so he didn't tink much of it. well when he came back to MN he started felling ill. so he had somone look into it and it turns out that he caught sumting tat he wasn 't meant go keep and instead of releasing it, he kept it. anywho in order to get better he has to return tat pearl back to DL. so him and his cuz drove back to DL in ND to regurn the pearl. after he dumped the pearl back into the lake, on their way back home they got into a car axe.. everyone was ok but the dude tat had the pearl died.
so if my telling off and someone knows the story better plz correct me.
my brother told me to not go to DL. but if i do and i catch somethng tat doesn't look rite. just throw it back into the water. anyways they look into it and Zaj took him wen he threw tat pearl back into the water. zaj took his life and only his shell was left therefore he couldnt live without his other half.


The OG was gonna kill a cow to the zajs but like its all because of those kids. Plus one thing to do is never go to the water and ask a zaj. The OG should of ask like a monk or some other things instead of them. What is best is to leave things that arent meant for touching or asking alone. But saki saki if you have any other more stories about zajs please tell more because im interested in hearing about them. I know i never go bother one because I hear too many things about them.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 08, 2013, 02:57:16 PM

How do you know which sumac branches to get? I'm planning on stocking them up. I'm just afraid to stock up the poisonous ones and then I die instead of the ghost.  >:D

hey if those are the sumac branch tat ppl eat all the time. are you sure tat there are poison one too. plus you can get those branch almost everywhere you go to. hi way freeway. heck i see those wen i go hunting all the time. unless hmng ppl cutting it and putting it in their house like WB.. lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 08, 2013, 03:06:00 PM
hey if those are the sumac branch tat ppl eat all the time. are you sure tat there are poison one too. plus you can get those branch almost everywhere you go to. hi way freeway. heck i see those wen i go hunting all the time. unless hmng ppl cutting it and putting it in their house like WB.. lol

I did some research and the poisonous ones are rare to find. All the ones that you see are not poisonous.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 08, 2013, 03:16:35 PM
I did some research and the poisonous ones are rare to find. All the ones that you see are not poisonous.
really. all these times i've been eatting 'em i could of ate the bad ones. dam. hmng ppl teaching me to eat wild branches and leaf. lol sour vines, and clovers. wierd looking fruits. dam..BTW maybe i ahould go cut me sum. just incase.....and are you sppose to sweep it around ur house or do you just put it bu the door. cuz i heard/ read tat peach branch works great for sweeping out bad ghost.

anyways a couple of weeks ago i was cleaning my transformer room and all a sudden my hair shot up like sumting lr one was in the room with me. i got kinda scare and went up stairs. as soon as i was up stairs i didn't feel it anymore, but wen i went back down stairs my hairs shot up again. so i was saying in Hmng ( why you .. aren't you shy  by showing up like this.. have you no respect of me cuming to scare me like that). after a few more times of saying stuff like tat. wat ever it was went away. then my hairs cMe back to normal. dam it was the first time tat i spoke like that normally i just go up stairs and not come back down lol.
however reading all these ghost stories does help out a bit.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on January 09, 2013, 05:40:31 PM
can someone please tell the story about the OGs and the lotto
im from fresno and i dont recall hearing this story, i would really appreciate hearing it and knowing which lake it took place at
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 09, 2013, 06:00:16 PM
^^^ are you talking bout the OG gonna go burn paper and ask the Zaj to give him  the lotto number cuz he so poor? If so look up hmongkingdom.c om for tat story.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on January 10, 2013, 10:31:59 AM
saki
thats the story i was asking about
i will try to find it on hmongkingdom then
thanks
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 11, 2013, 02:57:38 PM
^^tat story still scares me. even if i'm not listening to it.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sexymomma on January 17, 2013, 03:14:07 PM
where's everyone??? we need more ghost stories here now...ive finished the whole 249 pages already i need more.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 17, 2013, 07:44:29 PM
Mmm IDK.  :D :D :D Guess everyones to busy playing COD. LOL
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on January 18, 2013, 09:01:12 AM
Okay has anyone herd of any scary things in NC? My whole family wants to move there but I herd some stories about the highways there. Like something comes out of no where when your driving on that high way. Planning on moving to Hickory or else Raleigh because I need to find work in Accounting and also Medical Office Assistant.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: HmoobVajYaj on January 22, 2013, 12:40:25 AM
Have anyone ever seen/experience poj ntxoog story in the US?

I never seen but heard...

When I was a second grader, we (as in family) use to live in this apartments.  These apartments exists of Hmong people only.  One tenant was raising chickens.  One morning when I woke up, I heard that our neighbor had killed a poj ntxoog and used it to make medicine for an elderly women who was sick.  They caught it when they heard there chickens making noises as if something was sitting on them...

Another one...

Husband knows of two guys who were driving up in the mountains at night one day trying to come home.  Ran into something and killed it, brought it home...one guy sold the parts and kept the hand in a jar till this day...

Last one about poj nxtoog...

Sister's bf use to raise chickens...the house that we were living at the time was scary enough already...one day, he woke up...all his females chickens went flat as if something squashed them...told the story to my aunt and uncle who are shamans and they said it was "poj nxtoog"...

In regards to the haunted house:

My experiences of living there opened up my eyes to new things...after experiencing many things there, I just couldn't live there anymore...I started to hate the house and the more I hated the house the more problems me and my husband had...I didn't have things thrown at me live PARANORMAL ACTIVITY but just weird things, seeing things, and hearing things...My cousin saw a little girl outside this one night and right after she saw that little girl, I saw something white flash before my eyes...I saw my sister's dead dog running outside in the back yard...I kept seeing things at the corner of my eyes but always told myself that I was only seeing things...the crazy thing that happened was that, I became crazy...whatev er was in that house made me crazy...its not scary but this was an experience I will never forget and hope for no one to ever go through also...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 23, 2013, 05:12:25 PM
made you crazy? like wat? got a knife like those horror movies. you in the dark hallway with a knife? lol j/k. plz do tell us more.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: HmoobVajYaj on January 23, 2013, 07:05:01 PM
made you crazy? like wat? got a knife like those horror movies. you in the dark hallway with a knife? lol j/k. plz do tell us more.

Well, there's more to this story...I will post up a blog about it when I have time on my hands because it started to happen to me right after my grandmother passed away...when I say crazy...crazy like having a that six sense...seeing things, hearing things, knowing that people were doing black magic on me, etc...its a long story...I will post it up with a title and your name next to it...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 23, 2013, 07:12:07 PM
Well, there's more to this story...I will post up a blog about it when I have time on my hands because it started to happen to me right after my grandmother passed away...when I say crazy...crazy like having a that six sense...seeing things, hearing things, knowing that people were doing black magic on me, etc...its a long story...I will post it up with a title and your name next to it...
Okay, Love to hear ur story. PH HGS(Hmong Ghost Story) is kinda dead now. I guess ppl  been writing it on HGS on FB.. Althought I read it on FB too, I still like PH more. Easier to read and pages are way better then FB.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on January 29, 2013, 01:09:17 PM
saki how are you finding them on facebook?
 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 29, 2013, 02:55:35 PM
^^ go to google and type hmong ghost  facebook. lol it'll show you a couple of pages. but it's hard to read the stories. cuz wen you are done reading one and wen you back out it brings to back to the top page. so you have to go down the whole list just to get back to wat you just read.
unlike here where you actually have pages to read by. try it out there are lots of it. but like i said.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on January 30, 2013, 10:04:14 AM
^^thanks bro
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 31, 2013, 07:49:15 PM
After reading a lot of HGS... I rememder this one..I don't think that there is something wrong with my house,
Remember back in my earlier posting ...wen i was saying that i sometimes hear like two kids talking just outside my window? When i first moved in..I never thought much of it but like a couple of weeks later. I started to heard like rattle/ like two squirrels running around in my attic. but wen morning came i'll go look outside and see that there are no holes on the side of the house. Where they might come through. So i never went up to the attic.. i've only climbed the attic like 3x only since i lived here. BTW i have to climb the attic through the garage.
 
Anyways later into the months i started to heard kids mumbo jumbo talk. Then oneday my next door ppl had there dog out and she was barking.. i couldn't sleep so i open the patio door and with a flash light i shun it to where the barking was from..
My eyes tricked me and i though i've seen strips on the tail.. shyt i ran back into the house to grab my samuria sword and head back out to the back yard.. but wen i got there my eyes came back and wat i saw was the dog...
Dam i thought tat i've seen a ghost tiger...
Sorry not scary. But i just had to say it before i forgot.

Another one...just a couple of days ago..with the new snow and watm weather...the snow got kinda wet to maje a snow castle. Me and my boy was out in the back yard..i of course was all deck out in my blazen orange snow suite.. anywho i kept on having this vibe tat we weren't a lone out there..soon my boy was going inti the house yo watch simpions/family guy .. so i stay out there to finish building the fort...Now i was really feelung tat something was watching me...
All a sudden sumthing came crashing down not more the. 5-6 ft from where i was kneeling to get snow into this block... I jusmp a bit and turn my head to look wat the hell happen..
I saw nothing.. so snow, not even a squrriel.. then i really had the vibes.. theb i said "well it looks like that's my que to get rhe heck outta there".

Not scary..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 31, 2013, 08:39:03 PM
Well I have to say trying to type on a cell phone makes your spelling all wack. So I had to login using my laptop..( which by the way I really don't do that much, scare of evil bugs).

No one knows of this not even my best friend or family. It's being like 17+ years now
Here's the story behind it. He was marry and I was not, at the time. After he got marry and almost like a year later his mom had a stoke and ended up in the hospitol.  Sorry not gonna say which hospitol.. Anywho weeks later she past away. ( she was not gonna wake up, her brain was a veggie, therefore the family had to pull the plug).

I hung out with him eveyday from dusk til dawn. We did everything together, even his wife was included with us in everything we did.Like fishing, staying up late into the night, just looking up at the stars.. etc.... I look at her like my older sis. I mean I got to know all the dramas they were having and into his families drama..That's how close I was to them.

Years pasted... Then one day his past away mom came into my dream, ( now this still freaks me out even til this day).

I remember it clear as day and word for word well almost. In my dream I went to his house and knock on the door. No one opened the door, then a lady opened and ask me who I was? I said "my name". Then she said "what am I doing here". And do I no that he is a marry man? I said " yes". Then she said " for me to not hang around her son no more". By now I was a bit confuse, cuz his mom passed away, like years ago... Why is she here?.. I a woke and was like "dam" WTH... was that.

And why did she say that to me... WOW.. She knew who I was when she was alive.. How come she said  to  me about not wanting me to hang around her son anymore..

So that morning my buddy didn't see me comming over to his house and he called me up and ask "why didn't I drive over to his place". Still shock from my dream I said " O, I have to go do something, and later I'll drive by your place to chill with you". But that day I didn't show up... he later called me up and I told him a lie.. I was still shock...He never did understood why I sorta stop hanging around him and his wife...After a while I stop hang out with him...

6 months later they ended their marriage.. reasons I have no idea (well I found out later from him as to why). He moved outta state and I never did understand up til years later...

I think his mom came into my dream and told me to not hang around with him so that faith can take it's course... I was blocking what ever it was from happening... So when I stop hanging out with him.
something changed and later they broke up..

Not a scary story, but it was my very first OG dream.. Ever since that time I believe in Hmong dreams..That they do come back to tell you stuff.


Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on February 07, 2013, 10:31:26 AM
That one new movie " Mama" LOL.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on February 07, 2013, 03:30:35 PM
is it scary?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on February 07, 2013, 05:44:34 PM
To me it was scary.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on February 16, 2013, 08:08:14 AM
To me it was scary.
lol guess you need a man to protect you from MaMa. lol J/K :).
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on February 16, 2013, 08:28:25 AM
i have one tat i just remembered. have ur mom every went to those church clothe donation. you know church they donate clothes and stuff.  i was like O around 2-3 rd grade...
anyways way back then my mom would go and get those free clothes and bed sheets. (we were poor back then, well not poor poor but you know). so one day my mom and some of the OG ladies went to this one church, IDK if it was meeka or HMNG church. she came home with a bag full of clothes. i went through the bag and found a nice sweater. my mom washed the shirt and she washed a bed sheet. the following nite i placed the sweater under my pillow. ( i slept in my own bedroom) while my mom places the bed sheet in her bed...
that nite we all went to bed. both me and my mom had the same dream. it was a bad dream... in mine i was staring at the hill top were Christ was hung on the cross. i forgot all the detail but clearly  i saw 3 cross and in the middle there was Christ. and i don't even know who he was at that time. back then we did go to church but i hated sunday school and found tat it was boring. but i never knew what Christ  was. 

anywho  the dream kept on repeating it self. and i couldn't sleep. so wen morning came i told my mom about wat i dreamed and she say she had the same dream as me. we both got scared and she yanked the bed sheet off her bed and i threw my sweater outside. lol
ever since then my OGs never went to get free donation clothes.
and tat is why i don't buy use clothes or take any clothes from strangers. unless thry are a family member.

typing on my I phone. sorry if it's not scary or making any sense here.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on February 20, 2013, 11:45:08 AM
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.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Moo.Moo.Yee on February 21, 2013, 10:10:56 AM
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.


I didn't read the entire thing yet but had to LOL at that.

Ok back to reading.

And congrats F559, your grammar and punctuation usage has improved.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on February 21, 2013, 10:24:20 AM
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 a 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. One day 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. 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 I didn'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 to me.

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Laylamommy on February 24, 2013, 11:31:25 AM
I never believed in ghost until the day my little brother passed away. Before he passed, I told him I would be taking family leave from work to care for him. The night before he passed, I promised him that after I get off work the following afternoon, I was coming to stay with him, and not go back home to my fiance or work until he gets better. I should have gotten a clue that he was going to pass, when he gave me a good-bye kiss out of the blue. He has never done that before. And I have been giving him little baby kisses since he was first diagnose with cancer. When I got in my car, I look thru his window and thought to myself, what if this is the last time I saw him alive. But thinking nothing of it, I drove back home to Sacramento.   

The weeks leading up to his death, he did not look or smells like himself. Cancer was killing him softly. His organs were slowly shutting down, causing him to turn from yellow, to orange, to milk chocolate.  He couldn't eat; he couldn't drink, and could barely move or talk. He would try to sleep although he couldn't. He would sleep with his eyes open without knowing.

He passed away on a cold Friday morning. I stayed at my parents to help out with the funeral and burial arrangements. After everything was taken care of, my mom told me to go home and get away from things for a day or two. I obligated at first, because I felt like I was going against what I promised him. But my mother says that I shouldn't feel guilty by leaving, because he didn't do what he promised. He left without saying good-bye. I went home on a Wednesday night. Although he was my brother, I was a bit scared of him. I guess I was afraid he might come to visit me. My fiance worked the night shift, so I was in our room alone. I never sleep with the TV and lights on, but that night I did. I swear to god, I closed my eyes for not even a second, and I saw my brother open my bedroom door and walked right up to my bed side. I was scare of him so I acted like I was sleeping. I could see him watching me and hear him talk to me thru his mind. He says he just wanted to come by for a quick visit. Even though I was afraid of him, I didn't want him to leave me so soon. I ask him to stay with my eyes still shut. He said he couldn't because he still has a couple other people he wants to visit & he doesn't have much time. Then he lean in and gave me a kiss and walked out. I woke right up and felt a light kiss on my lips. I felt so stupid afterward for being afraid of my brother. I cried because he came to visit and I couldn't even say what I wanted to say to him.

Sorry for the grammar. Not a scary story, but sure made me a believer from that night forward.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: chingy-vang on February 25, 2013, 01:25:49 AM
^ Laylamommy, such a sad story i almost cried. You should post it on Facebook's Hmong Ghost Story
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on February 26, 2013, 08:41:46 AM
sometime i keep dreaming about me getting pregnant with my boyfriend or sometime i keep dreaming that my boyfriend and i get seperated!  >:( we are engagged now and it so hard because we always argue too, i dont know if my dream are true or if i was just htinking to much  :'(
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on February 26, 2013, 09:05:18 AM
This is not scary but all the times that i have dream my tooth are broken, like i would be very cautious but after a day or two, bad things always happen to me! It no joke, i always experience bad things right after that dream, i dont know why? Can anyone tell me why i get those kind of dream and why it happens? Please i need to know !  :(
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: chingy-vang on February 26, 2013, 10:51:03 AM
This is not scary but all the times that i have dream my tooth are broken, like i would be very cautious but after a day or two, bad things always happen to me! It no joke, i always experience bad things right after that dream, i dont know why? Can anyone tell me why i get those kind of dream and why it happens? Please i need to know !  :(


Dreams of breaking teeth or cutting hair means nothing, I dream it all the time and nothing happens. I have this protruding teeth out front so im always having nightmares of it finally breaking and get it out of the way, nothing supernatural. When my brother first had his dream of gettig hiw hair cut, he was worried sick and told my mom abiut it. I told him thqt i get those dreams all the time and nothing happens, finally calmed him down
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on February 27, 2013, 11:46:51 AM
"Dreams of breaking teeth or cutting hair means nothing, I dream it all the time and nothing happens. I have this protruding teeth out front so im always having nightmares of it finally breaking and get it out of the way, nothing supernatural. When my brother first had his dream of gettig hiw hair cut, he was worried sick and told my mom abiut it. I told him thqt i get those dreams all the time and nothing happens, finally calmed him down"

Yea but it really different though, for me it always happens, like soemthing bad, i guess it just me
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on February 27, 2013, 11:49:47 AM
Ok so i am new here on the sitte, haha can someone help me to know hwat and how to mess with this site?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on March 01, 2013, 12:29:10 PM
So can someone tell me about the one year thing with the sister getting marry the same year?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 01, 2013, 02:45:13 PM
^^ u gotta to the marriage section to ask that question
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: tsx22 on March 02, 2013, 02:36:12 AM


My uncle told me about an incident which occurred with his friends a long time ago. I believe it may be in the early 2000s or late 1990s. This fishing incident occurred in Sacramento somewhere by the Sacramento River or one of those canals that feed off of the river.

My uncle stated that his friends, approximately about 8 or 10 guys, went fishing in one of those canals which diverged off the Sacramento River to feed the farms. They spent the whole day by this muddy bank which remained isolated off the main roads. The only access to this canal is a  two lane pavement road which runs alongside the bank of the river. The road situates about a good 10 feet off of the river. The climb down to the bank may be about a 45 degree angle. This area is rather calm and silent. You can hear the fish jump, the birds chirp, and the sounds of countless insects. Furthermore, the bank of this canal has a lot of underbrush growth and small trees. The main road has trees on both sides which grew up to more than 15 feet high. As a result of this, this area remains rather shaded from the sun.

My uncle's group of friends had a good catch after spending the whole day in the area. It was about 10PM when the group decided to head back. By this time, the full moon was already making its way across the sky. With a full moon glaring onto the area, everything was dimly lit. As the group was following the dirt trail back towards the main road, they had to push aside large bushes. These bushes were overgrown and had cover the dirt path. They were carrying their load of fishes, numerous tackle boxes, and loads of other fishing supplies. Being so focused on getting home, they apparently did not notice their surrounding much. There were these bushes which had a little clearing within the middle of the path. As they brushed aside the branches, they saw an old Hmong lady sitting on one of those Hmong bamboo chairs sewing in the middle of the path. She was sewing what seemed to be a piece of traditional Hmong cloth. With her eyes fixed on her sewing, she greeted the group as they came into view. She said "Nej tuaj los cov tub? Nej mus dab tsi os?". The friend in the lead replied quickly "Peb mus tsev os Niam Tais". As the last guy left the little clearing, they all thought about what happened for the next two seconds. Once reality hit the group, they began to toss their stuff on the ground and took off as fast as they could towards their van by the road. When everybody got inside, they drove off as quickly as they could and began to speculate on what just happened. They concluded that it was rather odd that an old Hmong lady would be sewing and sitting on a traditional bamboo chair in the middle of a clearing located in the middle of nowhere.

I do not know what happened aftewards as this was all that was told to me. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on March 04, 2013, 07:49:25 PM
Laylamommy,
Wat a sad story. Sorry to heard wat you went thought. Hope you are feeling a lot better, I know that losing a close family is hard. It's even harder when they are closest to you too.

Alrite I just remembered this one. It was bury way back into my mind..Back to the old
Mt.Airy stories. I have a few to tell.
1st. remember wen I mentioned about those 2 bedroom apptments. Well back wen I just started to hang out with the guys and we would go sleep with the dude at his place. Atfer being at his place for a while I kinda got use to them. Well oneday we were about to fall alseep.. they were telling me about how hunted his place was... Then all a sudden I started hearing the piano playing... Remenber they have no such piano in the house that I knew of... It was playing the baseball opening songs... I asked if anybody heard it... None of them heard it excpet me...

It started soft then it got louder and louder.. Holy crap.. I thought I was losing my mine... Cuz no one heard it... only I was the one...  And then I grabed my  buddy's arm and then I blacked out til the next day...

2nd one... Tis was my buddy's place. A diffrent place, he told me that when they first moved into the app. their basement had a drawing of this cult star... you know those crazy cult ppl and their star thingy... Anyways they didn't like the drawing being there so they paint it up.. A couple of days later his older brother had an encounter in the basement.. He sleeps in the basement to began with. He was a collage dude so he does a lot of his studys too. One day as he was doing his work all a sudden this blanket came flying and wrap its self around his neck and he was fighting wat ever it was... trying to choke him... He fought and fought but he couldn't break free. Then he started praying to god and all a sudden it let go and he ran upstairs. The next day they call the pastor in to bless the place... IDK wat happen later..
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on March 18, 2013, 12:29:22 PM
"Dreams of breaking teeth or cutting hair means nothing, I dream it all the time and nothing happens. I have this protruding teeth out front so im always having nightmares of it finally breaking and get it out of the way, nothing supernatural. When my brother first had his dream of gettig hiw hair cut, he was worried sick and told my mom abiut it. I told him thqt i get those dreams all the time and nothing happens, finally calmed him down"

Yea but it really different though, for me it always happens, like soemthing bad, i guess it just me


Actually I means a lot when you dream about your teeth falling off. I dreamed about 3 times that my teeth fell out and after the third time my uncle died because he was close in the family. Usually when I dream about my teeth falling out, early in the morning I'd wake up and go use the restroom and spit into the toilet saying "pee! tsis xav pom tsis xav nog, muaj koj tshoo muaj lawv zaj qho." and after that everything goes better. I guess when you get older you tend to pick up more on OG's lectures and words of wisdom.  ;D :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on March 20, 2013, 11:47:00 AM
so me and my fiance are planning to get marry after my high school this year but then my sister just got marryed like a week ago, can i still get marry bt just not do the wedding after a year or would it still  be bad omen ? help please
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on March 20, 2013, 03:01:33 PM
^^^ wrong spot to ask that ?. go and post it on the marry form..
Ppl can help answer ur ? . LoL :) does tat answer ur ? lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on March 21, 2013, 08:50:12 AM
LMAO! funny i forgot this is the ghost site part ! lol anywais i work at the daycare and i hear that there are strange things that happened there. There was my co-worker who always opens the daycare at 6:00 a.m int he morning and she would go into each room ( we have only 4 classrooms) to fill up the bleach bottles and do other things. so here goes the scary part, as she was in the Early preschool room, she heard kids crying and laughing the the toddler room, then it stoped then she heard it in the next room across from the room she was at!!!

so i guess she didnt care because she said it was just happy voices! it kept being like that a couple of times when she would open up the daycare, but as you know mekas people dont care since they dont believe in ghost yenno! That got me freaked out!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on March 21, 2013, 08:53:18 AM
Ok so as you know above i work at a daycare. Well one time i was done closing the baby room and  my two other co-workers were on the other side of the room and i was by the baby room. after i was done cleaning, i close the light and left the door open and i wen to the fridge and grab my water and walk right pass the baby room and swear on my life i saw a little kid or boy walk right into the bathroom! i got so scared i pause there for a couple of seconds then i backed up and looked, but saw nothing! i dont know if i really did saw it or if i was just thinking too much! that scared the crap out of me! Never want to experience that ever again!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on March 21, 2013, 10:49:48 AM
OMG!  How creepy !@ pang vang
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pajnpis on March 21, 2013, 05:27:52 PM
Here's a story about my sister....
My sister work at mcdonald and usually closes at night (she lives in sac). Her first time doing the drive thru, she saw a black cat outside the drive thru. It just sat there staring at her. She got freaked out a couple of times but didn't really think much about it. Every time she works on the drive though, she would be sooo afraid to look outside because that same black cat would sit there staring at her. One day a car ran over it which it died but the eyes was staring at her. Thinking that she won't be seeing it again, she went home. From then on, at work and at home, she would see a black cat. It got to one night when she saw the cat siting outside her apartment backyard, which she went out and yell at it to go away. After a few hours, she went and check on it finding it dead outside. She had her husband throw it away from their yard. Again, at work, a black cat would sit outside and stare at her at drive through, and when at home, she would see a black cat outside. Our grandma pass away last year the day after 9/11, and from what she said, she told me that she thinks that grandma was watching over her during the first 3 days after she pass away. Why? Because she don't see that black cat anymore.

I was telling her that that black cat is probably a poj ntxoog. After it die, it kept coming back and poj ntxoog comes at night which that black cat comes every night. I even heard story from my in laws about poj ntxoog that usually takes the form of a black cat, so that pretty much tell me that that black cat was a poj ntxoog.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on March 22, 2013, 10:05:49 AM
thats pretty freaky^^

just the thought of black cats sitting and staring is freaky enough but everywhere you go you see them and then see them dead not too long after, hella freaky
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on March 25, 2013, 08:38:49 AM
@ Freso559
haha i know right! it creeps me out ! Never experience that again!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on March 26, 2013, 11:07:26 AM
For those of you who can see and hear ghosts, it gets really creepy sometimes.  The latest experience I had, was the one probably at work. 

The building I work for is old, that much I know.  It has 4 levels, including a basement.  Co-workers have said it used to be a jailhouse.  I work on the first floor, which is where they would let the prisoners roam free and watch them from above.  There's this tiny closet that leads up to a flight of stairs that take you to another level, its almost like being in the airvents looking down except there is enough space to walk and stand up straight. 

The building is haunted and there are lots of stories.  For me though, I sometimes stayed late in the building or go in on weekends by myself to work.  One such weekend, I went in and it was getting to 6:00 pm.  Usually, when the "they" -- meaning the ghosts --- want me to leave, they start showing themselves subtly or start making noises.  I'm sensitive to them, so I usually pack up my stuff and leave.  I know they don't want to harm me, but they don't like the lights and want to be left alone.  It's an understanding between us.  But only for the ones in the dept I work for.  I don't venture out of my dept because I'm not sure what I will run into.  the building is really that creepy.

Well, it was 6:00 at night and it was starting to get dark outside.  I was at the copier collating when I heard loud continuous banging, like someone was opening and closing metal cabinets.  The first thought that ran through my.mind was, "When did someone get here and bypass me that I didn't even notice", so I followed the sound and came up empty.  I couldn't exactly pin point where the sound was coming from either.  I even thought, "Is someone trying to break in?"  But no, the noise is definitely inside with me and the windows are painted shut. 

So the noise continued and since I couldn't pinpoint it, decided to ignore it and get my work done so I could leave.  Well, guess what?  Ignoring it wasn't going to go away.  Instead what happened was it got louder and more distinct to the point where I realized it was right above me.  It wasn't someone opening and closing cabinets, it was someone clearly walking above me in that vent area.  Someone walking heavily on metal, which is what the vent is made of.  Then it started stomping.  It wanted me to go home, bad. 

By the way, did I forget to mention no one used that vent area passage way.  No one goes up there. 

You'd think I would have peed in my pants by now right?  Nope, not me.  I have no idea why, but when these strange things happen to me, atm, I don't scare.  Only afterwards when I reflect back, then I get creeped out and wonder why I'm not scared. 

So what did I do?  I told the thing I wasn't ready to go home yet cause I was still.working on a project.  Did it stop?  Nope.  So I started to get annoy because it was causing too much camotion and the noise was intensifying.  Urgh!   I got mad at it and then prayed.  Prayers always work.  I prayed for it to leave me alone.  And before I finished my prayers, it was like someone came and turned off the TV or radio.  Complete dead silence. 

I didn't leave until 8:00 that night.  That building holds a lot of craziness.  When you go in, remember to shut your eyes and ears to all the strangeness around you.  Don't let it get the best of you and don't let them scare you.  Because they will try. 





Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on March 26, 2013, 11:17:20 AM
On other late nights when I stay during the week, and no one else is around except for 2 custodians who are on different levels of the building, when "they" want me to leave, they start showing themselves repeatedly.  They would whish by a few feet away from my desk, back and forth.   I know its my cue to pack up and go home. 

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on March 26, 2013, 11:40:00 AM
Another strange happening took place at my Aunt's place.  Their house was built brand new for them to live in.  They have a young niece who has all her baby teeth, and she's extremely talkative.  She would tell them sometimes there is something in the bathroom, which is on the first floor close by to the kitchen.  Of course the family gets freaked out, but what can they do? 

So one night I slept over at my Aunts place with my sister who came from out of town.  She didn't want to sleep at my rental home because it has its own ghosts there too.  As we were getting ready to sleep, I kid you not, I saw something in the kitchen.  Something small and it was running around in the freakin kitchen. 

My sister and I were sleeping in the balcony which has direct view into the whole kitchen.  She slept on the bed and I slept on the ground. 

When I first saw the thing, which was a blur, I thought my eyes were playing tricks.  "No, not here too." Sure enough it started.  The noise of running footsteps on tile intensified and it was playing.  It ran round and round the stupid island and I thought it was never going to stop.  I couldn't believe it.  Not here, with people around. 

There was a bedroom downstairs as well.  This was shared by a family of 4 and they were awake in their rooms and you could hear them talking.  I could hear the loud footsteps and there was banging on the wall too.  Anyways, there so much noise and it was chaotic. 

I started to creep out when I kept asking my sister, "Don't you hoiear that?  Someone is running in the kitchen.  It's super loud.  Tell me you hear it too.". And she was like,  "I don't hear anything.".

As suddenly as it came, it just stopped. 

My cousin that lived there tried to say it was the chickens.  Her brother had left some chickens downstairs so they were probably flapping their wings.  But then her brother says he already took the chickens out. 

Must have been that little thing the niece sees.  What else could it have been?  Other than me being cuckoo. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on March 26, 2013, 11:52:44 AM
I wonder if I could ever run away from "them".  I have finally succeeded.  My apartment is super quite.  It's warm and cozy.  No matter how hard I try to sense them here, nothing.  It's such a strange feeling to know you are utterly alone.  I'm not complaining though.  I love it.  I don't ever remember feeling like this.  I think they have always been around all.the time, from one house to another.  Different ones of course. 

Life is much easier when u can't see or feel them.  Before this apartment, I always thought they were everywhere, but that's not true. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on March 26, 2013, 03:38:42 PM
I never believed in ghost until the day my little brother passed away. Before he passed, I told him I would be taking family leave from work to care for him. The night before he passed, I promised him that after I get off work the following afternoon, I was coming to stay with him, and not go back home to my fiance or work until he gets better. I should have gotten a clue that he was going to pass, when he gave me a good-bye kiss out of the blue. He has never done that before. And I have been giving him little baby kisses since he was first diagnose with cancer. When I got in my car, I look thru his window and thought to myself, what if this is the last time I saw him alive. But thinking nothing of it, I drove back home to Sacramento.   

The weeks leading up to his death, he did not look or smells like himself. Cancer was killing him softly. His organs were slowly shutting down, causing him to turn from yellow, to orange, to milk chocolate.  He couldn't eat; he couldn't drink, and could barely move or talk. He would try to sleep although he couldn't. He would sleep with his eyes open without knowing.

He passed away on a cold Friday morning. I stayed at my parents to help out with the funeral and burial arrangements. After everything was taken care of, my mom told me to go home and get away from things for a day or two. I obligated at first, because I felt like I was going against what I promised him. But my mother says that I shouldn't feel guilty by leaving, because he didn't do what he promised. He left without saying good-bye. I went home on a Wednesday night. Although he was my brother, I was a bit scared of him. I guess I was afraid he might come to visit me. My fiance worked the night shift, so I was in our room alone. I never sleep with the TV and lights on, but that night I did. I swear to god, I closed my eyes for not even a second, and I saw my brother open my bedroom door and walked right up to my bed side. I was scare of him so I acted like I was sleeping. I could see him watching me and hear him talk to me thru his mind. He says he just wanted to come by for a quick visit. Even though I was afraid of him, I didn't want him to leave me so soon. I ask him to stay with my eyes still shut. He said he couldn't because he still has a couple other people he wants to visit & he doesn't have much time. Then he lean in and gave me a kiss and walked out. I woke right up and felt a light kiss on my lips. I felt so stupid afterward for being afraid of my brother. I cried because he came to visit and I couldn't even say what I wanted to say to him.

Sorry for the grammar. Not a scary story, but sure made me a believer from that night forward.

I understand.  You love them but scare of them at the same time.  He would never have hurt you, but its normal to be afraid of the unknown.  I wonder if he still visits you.  I'm sure he does.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on March 26, 2013, 03:42:47 PM


My uncle told me about an incident which occurred with his friends a long time ago. I believe it may be in the early 2000s or late 1990s. This fishing incident occurred in Sacramento somewhere by the Sacramento River or one of those canals that feed off of the river.

My uncle stated that his friends, approximately about 8 or 10 guys, went fishing in one of those canals which diverged off the Sacramento River to feed the farms. They spent the whole day by this muddy bank which remained isolated off the main roads. The only access to this canal is a  two lane pavement road which runs alongside the bank of the river. The road situates about a good 10 feet off of the river. The climb down to the bank may be about a 45 degree angle. This area is rather calm and silent. You can hear the fish jump, the birds chirp, and the sounds of countless insects. Furthermore, the bank of this canal has a lot of underbrush growth and small trees. The main road has trees on both sides which grew up to more than 15 feet high. As a result of this, this area remains rather shaded from the sun.

My uncle's group of friends had a good catch after spending the whole day in the area. It was about 10PM when the group decided to head back. By this time, the full moon was already making its way across the sky. With a full moon glaring onto the area, everything was dimly lit. As the group was following the dirt trail back towards the main road, they had to push aside large bushes. These bushes were overgrown and had cover the dirt path. They were carrying their load of fishes, numerous tackle boxes, and loads of other fishing supplies. Being so focused on getting home, they apparently did not notice their surrounding much. There were these bushes which had a little clearing within the middle of the path. As they brushed aside the branches, they saw an old Hmong lady sitting on one of those Hmong bamboo chairs sewing in the middle of the path. She was sewing what seemed to be a piece of traditional Hmong cloth. With her eyes fixed on her sewing, she greeted the group as they came into view. She said "Nej tuaj los cov tub? Nej mus dab tsi os?". The friend in the lead replied quickly "Peb mus tsev os Niam Tais". As the last guy left the little clearing, they all thought about what happened for the next two seconds. Once reality hit the group, they began to toss their stuff on the ground and took off as fast as they could towards their van by the road. When everybody got inside, they drove off as quickly as they could and began to speculate on what just happened. They concluded that it was rather odd that an old Hmong lady would be sewing and sitting on a traditional bamboo chair in the middle of a clearing located in the middle of nowhere.

I do not know what happened aftewards as this was all that was told to me. 

Anything in Hmong clothes, if not during the HNY, will creep me out, make my skin crawl and probably paralyze me.  Oh and babies.  Somethings I just can't handle. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: savang916 on March 27, 2013, 04:29:33 PM
ahhhh......... .haven't had time to check this site...too busy with two jobs and now theres a bunch of new stories...... anyways back to where i was at if you saw some of my posts.

       First off my whole family has had some encounter one way or the other, some had alot some have one or two, I'll start with my siblings that involved me.
       As we siblings were growing up in this old stone house of ours, it was very solid but the house itself was always cold even in the summer, im talking about the walls, floors and windows not the air inside and around lol. I remember one summer night when I was about 7 or 8 years old I was laying down on the cold tiles on the floor in front of my bedroom door because it was too hot, as always my chubby brother was up playing Super Nintendo O0 in our room with one of my younger sister and my older sister on the kitchen floor talking on the phone with the lights off. Everyone else was asleep with only the light in my room shinning to the kitchen hallway. As I was laying on the tiles to cool off I see my older sister run and jump over me and fell onto my bed covering herself with my blanket so i get up and walk in to see why. My chubby brother asked "What's wrong? Why in the hell you run in like that?" she tell us she just saw a shadow of a man that crawled out of the fireplace and walk into the livingroom.
        My brother gets up and goes into and around the living room into the kitchen down its hallway into our room again and said he didn't see anything. So he just start playing his game while I was looking out the door for what little light from our room was showing in the kitchen hallway and I see an outline of a tall man standing in the kitchen. It looked like the outline of president Abraham Lincoln, not sure what I was really seeing so I asked my older sister while still looking at it "Does that guy look kind of like president Abraham Lincoln?" right then from the side of my eyes i see her eyes open wide and said "How did you know?" I told her because I see him right now in the kitchen where you were talking on the phone and it looks like he slowly moving towards us. My brother gets freaked out and slams the door shut. That night we all stayed up as long as we can until sleep finally came over us. Ever snice then my older sister made my mom go out and buy a really long line so she could talk on the phone in my room.

Just wait still have a whole life time of scary stuff I have encounter and I'm only 28 and seen more than the average Hmong. :o
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on March 27, 2013, 11:52:29 PM
They.just restructured the office. It's bad. They encased me in a room surrounded by 6 feet cubicle walls and I'm sitting in a corner facing the wall. It's very bad.  I'm going to go buy a mirror and some flowers.  The guy sitting next to me has his Buddha too.  Bad idea to have that Buddha in the office.  I've never been scared, but now I am.  I don't feel good about it at all.  Anyways, if anything happens I will be sure to let you know. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 02, 2013, 03:13:23 PM
SillieGoose, mayn you got guts to put up with those noise. I'll be running  when i hear the 1st boom/thump. YiKEs .
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SillieGoose on April 08, 2013, 02:09:46 AM
SillieGoose, mayn you got guts to put up with those noise. I'll be running  when i hear the 1st boom/thump. YiKEs .

This past Friday, my co-workers were talking about coming in to work Saturday.  I told them the about the footsteps walking above in the air vents, and they changed their minds.  One of them got so scared, she was thinking about quitting. Lol! 

I told her they mean no harm.  They just want us out of the building after a certain hour. 

I'm not scared when I'm experiencing strange occurances.  When I'm away and reflecting, where I put myself outside of the building and look at it in my mind, then I feel scared.  My senses heighten up and I can sense they don't want me to enter.  They want me to be frighten.  When I view it from this point, then I feel frighten. 

Lately, my senses, in particular to first meeting people have been heightened.  I can sense if they have something dark with them.  In particular, I recently went to my cousins birthday party which she held in her backyard out in the country.  No houses around. 

There were a lot of young boys there.  It was super freezing cold.  I got there around 8:00 pm.  There was 2 bon fires going.  The girls were sharing one and the boys were sharing one.  So I kept getting this strange strong urge to look over at the boys.  Everytime I did, I would.be met with the same pair of eyes from this young boy.  Again and again. 

He bugged me the entire night.  I couldn't understand what I was feeling.  The best way to describe it was, I was scared of him.  There was something dark about him, yet it wasn't him.  He made me uneasy.  He made my chest hurt and I felt like screaming yet nothing to scream about. 

Later on when we started cleaning up the tables outside, he was standing next to me and asked that I hand him the glass full of wine.  Not knowing what to do, I handed it to him and our fingers touched.  Right then and there, I felt a deep emptiness.  It's like void of feelings.  I've never felt such emptiness or.even begin to imagine there could be this level of emptiness.  I can begin to imagine why people would.want to committee suicide. 

So that bugged me even more.  I didn't.like what I was experiencing nor at one pt between the bob fire eyes and fingers touching, we were in the living room together.  It was full of people and then suddenly we were.alone for not.even a split second.  The feeling that came over me was I was afraid of him.  Felt he could abusive.  Never want to be alone him.

2:00 am I left home alone and told no one of my strange feelings.from this boy.  Well, what was even more shocking was this boy liked my cousin, the birthday girl.  I could sense that he did.  He really liked her.  I could sense that he will go for.what he wants.  He will hurt her and he is not her soulmate. 

It gets even more interesting.  I finally confessed my strange feelings about this boy to my girl cousin.  She asked me why I didn't tell her sooner.  Long story short, the boy's father is abusive....get the picture, like father like son?,  there a ghost girl with him at all times who wants him for herself, hence why I'm scared of him, his tattoo which has taken a form of its own is also scary, and the emptiness I feel is his actual spirit that is completely sad.  He has experienced near death experiences three times but it was never his time to actually leave yet. 

Sorry for the typos and grammer.  It's hard to type on my phone and try to keep it straight.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pajnpis on April 08, 2013, 05:08:37 PM
Happen to come across some hmong ghost story being told on youtube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEDTJzsrqko (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEDTJzsrqko)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 11, 2013, 04:55:46 PM
Happen to come across some hmong ghost story being told on youtube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEDTJzsrqko (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEDTJzsrqko)
No new ones on you tube. I think I've heard most of it.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 11, 2013, 04:58:37 PM
Something I found online. this is a sad story yet scary as heck too. If you want more info. Check youtube, as I don't know how to add links and all.

The Sea of Trees
At the base of Mt. Fuji in Japan sits a dense forest. To those who are unfamiliar with it's reputation, Aokigahara would appear like a run-of-the-mill forest. However, venturing inside would reveal the weight it bares. Any unexpected hiker will likely find more than trees, caverns and wild animals in this forest. Personal items, such as credit cards, wallets and rail passes are often found as well as a decomposing body hanging from a tree limb. Aokigahara is the second most popular suicide location, ranking under the Golden Gate Bridge. There are an average of 50 to 100 suicides each year and the numbers continue to increase as time passes despite posted signs telling them to seek professional help. Why would so many choose this forest as a place to take their own lives?

There area a couple of possible reasons. Seichō Matsumoto wrote a book in 1960 called Kuroi Jukai which describes the suicide of two lovers in Aokigahara, leading to romanticizing the act. Although, suicide is believed to have been associated with the forest long before the book was published. It is believed the 19th Century practice of Ubasute where an infirm or elderly female relative is carried to a mountain or desolate location and left to die by dehydration or starvation had more than once taken place there. Wataru Tsurumui’s controversial 1993 bestseller, The Complete Suicide Manual, describes various methods of suicide and even lists the forest as "the perfect place to die". Some who have committed suicide in the forest had been found with the book in their possession. However, there are those who think Japan's expectations of excellence may have something to do with it. Citizens who find themselves unable to succeed buckle under the pressure.

Then again, some remains found may not be from those who took their lives willingly. Supposedly, underground iron deposits cause compasses to go haywire and interfere with GPS devices, making it quite easy to get lost. Not only that, but the forest also contains cenotes, collapsed lava tubes, and hidden caves. Each can play their part in taking a life.

Either way, Aokigahara is not only associated with suicides but myth and ghosts as well. When Forestry workers come upon a body in the forest they carry it back to their station where a special room is designated for such occasions. In Japanese mythology, a corpse can not rest alone. If it is left alone, the lonely, unsettled soul or Yurei will scream the whole night, and the body will move itself into the regular sleeping quarters.

Aokigahara is considered the most haunted location in Japan. Dubbed the "Purgatory of Yurei". Hikers have often seen apparitions as well as heard the howl of Yurei on the wind. Some have reported objects moving and seeing shadows amongst the trees. Spiritualists say that the trees themselves are filled with a malevolent energy, accumulated from centuries of suicides. They try to prevent you from getting back out. They say if you look hard at the trees, you can see the faces of the dead in the bark.

Today, the forest is littered with colored tape used by walkers to find their way as well as discarded items and nooses, used to facilitate the suicide of its recent victims. Bouquets of flowers left by grieving friends and family members can also be found.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SleeplessBeauty on April 11, 2013, 05:14:30 PM
Something I found online. this is a sad story yet scary as heck too. If you want more info. Check youtube, as I don't know how to add links and all.

The Sea of Trees
At the base of Mt. Fuji in Japan sits a dense forest. To those who are unfamiliar with it's reputation, Aokigahara would appear like a run-of-the-mill forest. However, venturing inside would reveal the weight it bares. Any unexpected hiker will likely find more than trees, caverns and wild animals in this forest. Personal items, such as credit cards, wallets and rail passes are often found as well as a decomposing body hanging from a tree limb. Aokigahara is the second most popular suicide location, ranking under the Golden Gate Bridge. There are an average of 50 to 100 suicides each year and the numbers continue to increase as time passes despite posted signs telling them to seek professional help. Why would so many choose this forest as a place to take their own lives?

There area a couple of possible reasons. Seichō Matsumoto wrote a book in 1960 called Kuroi Jukai which describes the suicide of two lovers in Aokigahara, leading to romanticizing the act. Although, suicide is believed to have been associated with the forest long before the book was published. It is believed the 19th Century practice of Ubasute where an infirm or elderly female relative is carried to a mountain or desolate location and left to die by dehydration or starvation had more than once taken place there. Wataru Tsurumui’s controversial 1993 bestseller, The Complete Suicide Manual, describes various methods of suicide and even lists the forest as "the perfect place to die". Some who have committed suicide in the forest had been found with the book in their possession. However, there are those who think Japan's expectations of excellence may have something to do with it. Citizens who find themselves unable to succeed buckle under the pressure.

Then again, some remains found may not be from those who took their lives willingly. Supposedly, underground iron deposits cause compasses to go haywire and interfere with GPS devices, making it quite easy to get lost. Not only that, but the forest also contains cenotes, collapsed lava tubes, and hidden caves. Each can play their part in taking a life.

Either way, Aokigahara is not only associated with suicides but myth and ghosts as well. When Forestry workers come upon a body in the forest they carry it back to their station where a special room is designated for such occasions. In Japanese mythology, a corpse can not rest alone. If it is left alone, the lonely, unsettled soul or Yurei will scream the whole night, and the body will move itself into the regular sleeping quarters.

Aokigahara is considered the most haunted location in Japan. Dubbed the "Purgatory of Yurei". Hikers have often seen apparitions as well as heard the howl of Yurei on the wind. Some have reported objects moving and seeing shadows amongst the trees. Spiritualists say that the trees themselves are filled with a malevolent energy, accumulated from centuries of suicides. They try to prevent you from getting back out. They say if you look hard at the trees, you can see the faces of the dead in the bark.

Today, the forest is littered with colored tape used by walkers to find their way as well as discarded items and nooses, used to facilitate the suicide of its recent victims. Bouquets of flowers left by grieving friends and family members can also be found.

Interesting...

I went searching for it some more and found this.. creepy..

http://www.wordpress.tokyotimes.org/?p=5654 (http://www.wordpress.tokyotimes.org/?p=5654)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 11, 2013, 06:18:09 PM
^^ whew. I had thought you were going to post pix of the dead ppl. As I had already seen it.
But very hard to get those image outta my head. the more i read it i want to hear more.
It kinda reminds me of Lost Lake aka Lost soul. in the hmong version.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SleeplessBeauty on April 11, 2013, 07:10:10 PM
^^ whew. I had thought you were going to post pix of the dead ppl. As I had already seen it.
But very hard to get those image outta my head. the more i read it i want to hear more.
It kinda reminds me of Lost Lake aka Lost soul. in the hmong version.


creepy and sad..

There is a video in this link.. 20minutes long... quiet interesting..

http://www.tofugu.com/2012/07/23/aokigahara-japans-haunted-forest-of-death/ (http://www.tofugu.com/2012/07/23/aokigahara-japans-haunted-forest-of-death/)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 11, 2013, 07:13:24 PM
nice, scary and sad at the same time
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 15, 2013, 03:30:33 PM
saki
tell us some stories from lost lake, i've heard a few thing but always like to here more

lost lake
my nephew (older than me) one time was hangin out with his buddies getting high/drunk
well it started to get dark around 8ish during the summer time it get dark really late
anyways someone had looked up into the trees and saw a red bloody face looking down at them smiling, he thought he was trippin but other guys saw it too
well they all freaked out and jumped into their civic hatchbacks like a bunch of clowns getting into a tiny car and sped off (this was b4 they put in the speed bumps)
i think they saw it at the towards the end of the river where you can picnic like if your goin into the park you turn left


same nephew

one time he/his buddies went to avacodo lake to kick back, summertime again and left late
coming home is was starting to get dark they where coming back on the kings canyon/180 way
after they passed the little town just outside of the lake they saw a white girl walking
they decided to give her a ride, well as they rode back towards kings canyon the guys in the back started fondling her
she let them do it so it wasnt a problem but it wasnt until the driver ( i think it was my nephew) looked at the rear view mirror and saw hand movements but no girl, he turned and looked back and saw the girl there and
freaked out so they pulled over at the store with the carved indian in front and said they should use the bathroom so as she left to the womens bathroom they took off
he told his buddies what he saw and they all freaked out afterwards

same nephew

same story/scenario/place/time frame as above but this time instead of using the bathroom they needed to use the payphone and they took off again, this time the nephew got sick and had to do jinglebell
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 15, 2013, 07:35:41 PM
^^ I'm from MN so I don't know any story from lost lake. I have a buddy who's from Cali, I'll ask him to tell me some of the stories. I know that the lake is also call the lost soul, cuz that where ppl go hang themselves.  BTW why would you go picking up a stranger off the road. I don't pick up hick hikers. Never know what can happen.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 16, 2013, 02:41:10 PM
i dont know why they would pick up people like that :idiot2:

yea that place is a popluar place to commit suicide especailly on the side that i stated cause there is a trail that runs way back, i dont know where it goes or ends cause i've never tried to go
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pajnpis on April 20, 2013, 01:26:55 PM
A story I heard from my Mil is about a cousin. They have a garden about 40 minutes away out in the country. On their way back which was getting dark, they saw a white woman walking and decided to pick her up and drop her off by the nearest gas station. On the way there, the wife somehow looked at the rearview mirror and saw a decaying corpse but when she looked back, it's just the white woman. She was pretty scared and kept pinching the husband's thigh. The husband asked what's wrong and all the wife could do was moved her eyes so that her husband get a hint to look at the rearview mirror. That went on for a while until the husband finally look and saw what the wife had seen. Right then, the husband stop the car and the couples ran off. In the morning, they had some relative take them back there to pick up their car.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 20, 2013, 04:25:53 PM
^^ Hey bro... incomplete story. Like where did the couple ran off to. And where did they stay?
Did they stop in the middle of the free way, and ran into the woods, tall grass, etc.
Gas station. and call the relatives or what?
The story started off pretty well then ended with a thunderous UHhh!  :)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pajnpis on April 20, 2013, 07:10:49 PM
Don't know...mother in law just said that they ran off so probably either ran home or went to the gas station...not sure either. They were too scare to go back to their car since it was dark.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on May 29, 2013, 11:10:49 AM
Anyone have more storys?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on May 29, 2013, 01:16:58 PM
im waiting for some too :-\
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on May 30, 2013, 08:34:17 AM
Well i dont know if i mention this yet but at my daycare, my co-worker she is the one who opens the daycare at 6:30 in the morning and it would just be her and the other co-workers would come at  7 or so, well anywais she been working there for over 10 years and have experience many scary things. She told me that a couple times when she opens in the early mornings, she would hear baby cry and little kids talking but there would be no childrens there at all yet.

she also told me that one time she was filling up the bleach bottles in the early preschool room and in the next room there she heard little kids talking and laughing then all of a sudden she heard the chairs fell off and the table broke. she went and check and saw no one but the table was broken and the chairs fell off. See it was really rare that anything like that can happen by itself because the chair's were prefectly put on the table good and there would be no way that the chair can just fall off, also on top of that the table and chair is wooden so there is no way the chair can just slide off and the table can break. ....... thats all for now....
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on May 30, 2013, 11:01:28 AM
I don't know if it is scary or not but it is for me...

I remember my old house across from Burger King. I would take those empty 1 gallon of water and fill it up with soda from Burger King. Until one day someone said I can't do that and then I stopped. Well onto the story. When I was a little kid, my dad would make me go stay in the basement because I was really naughty. When I was locked in the basement, I was talking with a little girl O.o who I didn't know. I guess it was just a ghost girl or something but she would come up to me and push me. As time passes by, the house was really old and had PB(lead), the landlord kicked us out because the city inspectors says it's not safe to live in anymore. They torn the house down and I think the ghost girl disappear. Today that area is built into an auto shop to fix transmissions and engines.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on May 30, 2013, 12:28:06 PM
I don't know if it is scary or not but it is for me...

I remember my old house across from Burger King. I would take those empty 1 gallon of water and fill it up with soda from Burger King. Until one day someone said I can't do that and then I stopped. Well onto the story. When I was a little kid, my dad would make me go stay in the basement because I was really naughty. When I was locked in the basement, I was talking with a little girl O.o who I didn't know. I guess it was just a ghost girl or something but she would come up to me and push me. As time passes by, the house was really old and had PB(lead), the landlord kicked us out because the city inspectors says it's not safe to live in anymore. They torn the house down and I think the ghost girl disappear. Today that area is built into an auto shop to fix transmissions and engines.


Wow that is pretty creepy, how old are u this time ?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on May 30, 2013, 02:40:21 PM
risingstar
its pretty scary now that you think back to it because being older you know that things like that aren't suppose to happen
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on May 31, 2013, 09:38:40 AM

Wow that is pretty creepy, how old are u this time ?

I was 6 years old at the time. What was really weird was that at the time I got pushed, a the girl was like "Can I play?" BUT it was in HMONG! O.o

Our house is a two story house which the bottom layer of the house just leads to a room full of empty soda cans that my parents saved for cash. The top layer is the actual living area. There are three main rooms: the kitchen, the dining room and the living room. There are two bed rooms one that is located where the living room is at and the other one is located by the bathroom. This is how the bathtub looks like...
(http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-1299/crawfoot2_f_crop.jpg)

I did some research and the old house we used to live in was built in the 1980s.

I got a lot more scary stuff to tell you guys but I'm busy at the moment, I'll tell you guys later.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on May 31, 2013, 10:42:04 AM
we're waiting ^^^
j/k
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: JaS on May 31, 2013, 04:49:38 PM
I was 6 years old at the time. What was really weird was that at the time I got pushed, a the girl was like "Can I play?" BUT it was in HMONG! O.o

Our house is a two story house which the bottom layer of the house just leads to a room full of empty soda cans that my parents saved for cash. The top layer is the actual living area. There are three main rooms: the kitchen, the dining room and the living room. There are two bed rooms one that is located where the living room is at and the other one is located by the bathroom. This is how the bathtub looks like...
(http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-1299/crawfoot2_f_crop.jpg)

I did some research and the old house we used to live in was built in the 1980s.

I got a lot more scary stuff to tell you guys but I'm busy at the moment, I'll tell you guys later.


I would NOT take a bath in that nasty tub!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: pang vang on June 03, 2013, 08:47:58 AM
I was 6 years old at the time. What was really weird was that at the time I got pushed, a the girl was like "Can I play?" BUT it was in HMONG! O.o

Our house is a two story house which the bottom layer of the house just leads to a room full of empty soda cans that my parents saved for cash. The top layer is the actual living area. There are three main rooms: the kitchen, the dining room and the living room. There are two bed rooms one that is located where the living room is at and the other one is located by the bathroom. This is how the bathtub looks like...
(http://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-1299/crawfoot2_f_crop.jpg)

I did some research and the old house we used to live in was built in the 1980s.

I got a lot more scary stuff to tell you guys but I'm busy at the moment, I'll tell you guys later.


WOW that bath tub is disgusting, was it like that before when u lived there ? and why do u have a picture of it ? just wondering????? tell us moreee tell us moree
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on June 03, 2013, 10:19:10 AM
Haha no, that is not the picture of my bathtub. I just took it off Google to show you guys that is how my bathtub looks like. Just the design and everything because it looks like those bathtubs way back in the 80s.


Okay here is a scary one I had encounter. This was when I used to be a bad kid, walking out late at night and coming back home around 1 to 2 in the morning. I live in a pretty small town, when your driving it takes about 15 minutes to get where you want to be. I live on the west side and the library is on the north side of town. The library opens until 10:00 P.M. and I would go there around 5 or 6 and leave the library at 10. I would spend my time walking around late at night downtown. It was a cool summer night around 11:07 P.M. and the library was closed for about 1 hour and 7 minutes now. I decided to go home and grab some fishing poles and go late night fishing. When I got to the garage, I didn't want to make too much sound because if I did my parents would hear it and I didn't want to get caught.

As I got all my fishing equipment, I continued on to my late night fishing trip. Thinking to myself, I wanted to catch the biggest fish. As I was walking, I passed a cemetery. I didn't want to bother anyone so I walk a little bit faster. About 3 minutes passed I'm still walking passed the cemetery. I heard a voice calling my name, (Phiaaaa.....). :o I said to myself, I was just thinking too much. The voice came again (Phiaaaa.....).  :oHo dang I got scared and took off running back home. Pounded on the front door and rang the bell so many times. Rushed in and started crying...My mom woke up and said where did I go and twisted my ear(like typical Hmong parents) I just sat on the couch crying and shivering. I went to sleep after that with the 2 blankets on me. The next morning my parents called a shaman and the shaman said I came upon a lost soul and it didn't know where to go so it called my name out. After that my parents took an egg and a chicken to go call my soul to come back.

That is why I never really go out late and if I do, now I drive so I usually come home early. To all those who like to go late night fishing or just wondering around town. Go home while you have the chance, things happen for a reason. Not to scare you or creep up at you but to tell you that it's "lig lig lawm es mus tsev os". "Tes chaw no tsis yog rau koj nyob, koj muaj koj vam koj tsev es mus os". Nco ntsoov tias yug los ua neej tsuas muaj ib zaug xwb. O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on June 04, 2013, 11:01:38 AM
Haha no, that is not the picture of my bathtub. I just took it off Google to show you guys that is how my bathtub looks like. Just the design and everything because it looks like those bathtubs way back in the 80s.


Okay here is a scary one I had encounter. This was when I used to be a bad kid, walking out late at night and coming back home around 1 to 2 in the morning. I live in a pretty small town, when your driving it takes about 15 minutes to get where you want to be. I live on the west side and the library is on the north side of town. The library opens until 10:00 P.M. and I would go there around 5 or 6 and leave the library at 10. I would spend my time walking around late at night downtown. It was a cool summer night around 11:07 P.M. and the library was closed for about 1 hour and 7 minutes now. I decided to go home and grab some fishing poles and go late night fishing. When I got to the garage, I didn't want to make too much sound because if I did my parents would hear it and I didn't want to get caught.

As I got all my fishing equipment, I continued on to my late night fishing trip. Thinking to myself, I wanted to catch the biggest fish. As I was walking, I passed a cemetery. I didn't want to bother anyone so I walk a little bit faster. About 3 minutes passed I'm still walking passed the cemetery. I heard a voice calling my name, (Phiaaaa.....). :o I said to myself, I was just thinking too much. The voice came again (Phiaaaa.....).  :oHo dang I got scared and took off running back home. Pounded on the front door and rang the bell so many times. Rushed in and started crying...My mom woke up and said where did I go and twisted my ear(like typical Hmong parents) I just sat on the couch crying and shivering. I went to sleep after that with the 2 blankets on me. The next morning my parents called a shaman and the shaman said I came upon a lost soul and it didn't know where to go so it called my name out. After that my parents took an egg and a chicken to go call my soul to come back.

That is why I never really go out late and if I do, now I drive so I usually come home early. To all those who like to go late night fishing or just wondering around town. Go home while you have the chance, things happen for a reason. Not to scare you or creep up at you but to tell you that it's "lig lig lawm es mus tsev os". "Tes chaw no tsis yog rau koj nyob, koj muaj koj vam koj tsev es mus os". Nco ntsoov tias yug los ua neej tsuas muaj ib zaug xwb. O0
words of wisdom i've heard a million times already, now its a million and one O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: savang916 on August 08, 2013, 06:36:16 PM
Been a long time...time for some ghost stories... lol hope you guys remember my old posts in here.

     I remember when I was about 8 or 9 years old my 2 or 3 years old sister(baby sister) was crying alot. I was in my room playing Super Mario when my other younger sister(5 or 6 yrs old) came in and said that they couldn't get my baby sister to stop crying and come back home. I was like "what the heck you mean to come back home". Younger sister said baby sister kept crying and left around the corner block. So I put on my shoes and get outside, I could hear her crying from the other side of the block which is behind our house. So I started racing over there, when I hit the corner of my block I saw my older sister, older brother, and sister cousin riding thier bikes really fast towards me with baby sister on my sister's bike. That's when I notice a old lady from afar standing at the end of the block. Right when my sister, and them on the bikes got close to me they told me to run home. I didn't question them because of the terrified face they had.

     When we reached our house my sister told me that there was and old lady that looked like she was dead because her face and hands were all rotten and she smelled like rotting flesh. I asked what happened and she told me they we're riding their bikes around the block for a race and saw the old lady trying to make baby sister come to her with a candy so she told my brother to get her but he was too scared(he's always been a chicken) so my sister rides up to my baby sister and grab her and they took off and then saw me. So we just stayed home all day and waited for my parents to come home while baby sister kept crying. When my parents arrived home we told them what happened and the follwoing day we had a really big jinggle bell and had baby sister's name changed. From what I over heard from the elders that the old lady liked baby sister and wanted baby sister to be the old lady's son's bride and was trying to take her the old way of kiddnapping and force marry like in Laos. The reason baby sister cried so much because the old lady was calling her to come to her but she didn't want to go but wanted the candy. And for us to see it was becuase my grampa which has passed away way before I was born did not approve the marriage what the old lady offer and had us help stop it. Ever since then when any of my siblings crys and want to go outside I would never let them go, I just didn't want to encounter that old lady again.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: savang916 on August 08, 2013, 06:54:36 PM
     When I was about 10 yrs old I never believed that there was other stuff besides ghost because I never saw one til this one night.

     My cousins and I was out kind of late one evening and was playing this game called 3 flys up. Where we we're playing was at a dead end street that becomes a circle with all my cousin's houses around it, except a good section that was about 30 ft wide and has a dirt road leading up a high slope to some railroad tracks. My younger cousin and I was trowing the football to the other cousins that was standing about 15 to 20 feet in front of that section which my younger cousin and I was facing from the otherside. When one of the cousin caught the ball and threw it back I caught it while noticing a figure that looks like a chimpanzee but with really long wavy hair hopping down sideways from the slope of the dirt road. I yelled "LOOK BEHIND YOU GUYS!!!" and they all looked and ran faster than I could react. When i finally notice that they had already ran to thier doors trying to get in thier houses I started to run, when I looked back and it was gone. I ended up sleeping at one of my cousin's for the night. That's when I started to notice more and more different beings and other things around the neighborhood.

     More to come.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on August 21, 2013, 03:05:44 PM
savang916
you notice/encounter alot :-[
the one with your baby sister is hella scary cause we're always told about things like that from the elders but to hear it from a peer its chilling

keep them coming O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Roc on September 05, 2013, 12:34:39 AM
I have one just from this last week. My uncle just had appendicitis so he had to go through surgery on Thursday. There's only one major hospital up here in Anchorage, Alaska so as you can tell there are a lot of deaths here. On Saturday, the day before I came up, my aunt and uncle had a little fight, the kind that married couples often have. When we arrived, we asked our friend what they fought about. She told us this:

My aunt had just gone to use the bathroom in my uncle's room. He needed to go too so he waited until she was done and went in. When he went inside there was water all over the place. He came back out and asked her what the heck happened. She threw a fit and said she hadn't done anything. When a technician was called to check the piping, he said nothing was wrong at all. The strange thing is that when my aunt first came to this room, there was water all over the countertops too yet no one had brought any drinks nor were there any leaks in the ceiling since they are on a bottom floor.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on September 06, 2013, 11:27:02 AM
wow definitely sumthing happening there^^
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 07, 2013, 01:21:33 PM
Anchorage you say... Hmmmm sound like encounter of the Forth kind to me.... UFO.. people go missing? UFO's
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 19, 2013, 03:24:00 PM
Dam where's all the Ghost stories...Gues s I'll have to go way back and read from page 1 and so on.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 19, 2013, 03:26:04 PM
I ran out. way back like page 160 sumting like tat.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on September 20, 2013, 10:03:50 AM
Kinda of a long story, so bare with me.

It was my younger brother's 21st birthday and he wanted to go camping. So he decided to call his friends and some of our cousins. At first I didn't want to go but I'll miss out the warm burning sensation of the campfire. So I decided to go. Everyone worked on Friday until 4pm so we had to go when everyone got out of work. We went in 4 cars, 3 of which is smaller cars and 1 minivan. There was 14 of us 4 of which was girls and 10 of us was boys. We got done packing at our house and my dad was like, "you guys better not buy beer and drink over at the campground." And I said, "we wont." But you know guys, they disobey the OGs. So we got done packing and it was 6:56pm. By now you can see the sun is changing it's color and going to set. It wasn't until close to 8pm we got there. As soon as we got there I told everything that the first thing we need to do is set up the tents. The second thing is to start the campfire. So after we set the tents and started the campfire everything was good. Most of us stayed up close to 1am telling ghost stories. It wasn't until the campfire was low and I said "let's not put any more wood in." "I'm getting tired, so lets all go to sleep."

Everyone agreed and we went into the tents. So by now the fire was almost done and there wasn't a fire, just the hot sensation you can feel. We had 3 tikes surrounding our tents so that there could be no mosquito in our area. Everyone fell asleep as I lay there staring at the door of the tent. I just laid there thinking to myself what we should do in the morning. As time goes by, I'm still up staring at the door and making note that I could see the light coming off the burning tikes. I kept closing my eyes and eventually I fell asleep.

It wasn't long until I heard a long growl and moaning that woke me up. I laid there staring at the light again coming off the tikes. I thought that I was just hearing things. It sounds like its far away but when I listen closely, it sounds like its about 100 yards from us. The growling and moaning sound like an animal but I don't really know. It was like a long fainting growling and moaning. As I laid there I though about the times when my mom would tell us kids stories from Laos when my of our relatives went to the farm house and slept there. That night he had encounter something calling his name. He peeked out of the cracks of the farm house and saw there was like someone's shadow. But as he looked upward the trees, the shadow was coming from what looks like an owl. He shouted out loud and said that if he can shout throughout the night the owl must die. So he got his fire going and got out his opium bamboo thing and every time he smoke he would shout so the owl knows he didn't fall asleep. It went on for hours and as morning came he won and the owl died. He went to check and the owl was laying on the ground, he took the owl cut it up came back to the village and gave a piece to everyone in the village.

Lol onto my story now. So i was scared and I got really paranoid and couldn't fall asleep. It went on for hours and than eventually it stopped. And morning came, I fell asleep and I woke up to my brother and cousins starting the campfire to cook breakfast. During the day it was pretty fun. We went swimming, played volley ball and went walking. After that day I ditch everyone and came home to sleep hahaha.

I don't know if anyone is scared like me but when I get paranoid, I just want to go away from there.

Thank you for your time.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on September 20, 2013, 10:22:15 AM
Have anyone of you guys here every get a OG lecture about not dating someone you don't know or lives too far? Well apparently one of my cousin dated a girl from out of state. Well he finally went to see her and boy did he come back screaming that he saw a ghost.

Story goes that he set up a meeting with her but she said she can't go out far so for him to come to her place. He didn't think much of it but sure after all those years of sweet talk he wants to get in her pants. She told him that she lives kind of like on the country side so he would need to be careful as there a lot of deers. As he was driving by he saw this little house all covered by tree branches. He called her and ask which house she lives in because all he saw was a small house. She said "yea you just pass my house than come back." As he came back he went to the front step and saw that there was lots of spiders and bugs crawling around the front step. He got so scared and ditch to his car and fled as fast as he can. She called back and ask why didn't he come in. He said he saw spiders and bugs that spooked him out and ditch to go get some bug spray. As soon as he said he had to go he hang up the phone called his parents and his parents told him to come home. As he got home he was crying and his parents tie a red string on him and later on that night he had a dream. His girlfriend said that she really didn't want him to ditch her like that so she will come and find him. When he woke up, he told his parents and they changed his name. Now he is living a wonderful life and plays Call of duty black ops with me all the time now.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 20, 2013, 01:20:57 PM
^^^Nice and funny. Plays COD all day with you now?
You should of taught him tat game a long time ago. Instead of talking to strange lady on phone.
Not diss'n you but the title should be the boy who cry ghost.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on September 20, 2013, 01:54:01 PM
^^^Nice and funny. Plays COD all day with you now?
You should of taught him tat game a long time ago. Instead of talking to strange lady on phone.
Not diss'n you but the title should be the boy who cry ghost.

Haha I like that. No that should be the title. Its been a week though since I played COD, I have been very busy with work and saving money up to put down for a $124k house. Saki, you got anymore stories to tell? Legends? Folk tales? or maybe just campfire stories?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 20, 2013, 03:04:05 PM
^^^Since it been like almost 2 years now. I had tis dream, and it still scares me. But since I'm on my I5, it's kinda hard to type my story. I'll post it wen i'm on my home computer.
It's kinda lengthy. Details a bit  blur but I'll try my best.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on September 21, 2013, 06:22:23 AM
Shoot so busy didn't even have time to post my story,
However I did encounter something odd way back wen I went nighte fishinh with my younger brother.
 
Do most of you who lives in MN remember TF about tat nite where a bunch of whyte folks was hanging around the cliff and one fell off and die? Anywho a couple of weeks after that me and my younger brother went there for some catfishing, because tat night those whyte ppl FK up my nite fishing by falling off tat cliff.

Anywho me and I bro almost got to the fishing spot and like one more town to pass and then we are in TF. Tat nite I sorta smash into a deer. so rite there I had  bad feeling but since my truck was fine I went ahead with the plan..

So wen we got to the river. And I just got my gears put and setting up my stuff....And out of now were this whyte dude showed up.. I didn't even hear him walk up to me or rather I didn't even hear him coming. I was parked in the boat lunch so at least I would of heard feet shuffleing.

So he ask if I had a smoke, I said " NO and I don't smoke anymore". Then he just walked away. I didn't look as to which way he walked. Remember tis was around 10-11 pm and I didn't remember any cars park in the lot.

So like 10-15 minutes later I told my bro tat no fish is bitting so let's go to tat Walmart up the road. But instead we came back home.

Not scary but just weird. tat a whyte dude be out there at the time.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on October 01, 2013, 12:29:36 AM
Good story SS. Me and my friends do the same whenever we smell the shadows. Never say you're going home 'cause they'll follow you. Good call.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: PRINCESS. on October 01, 2013, 02:42:58 AM
 :o
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 01, 2013, 08:05:30 PM
^^^Since it been like almost 2 years now. I had tis dream, and it still scares me. But since I'm on my I5, it's kinda hard to type my story. I'll post it wen i'm on my home computer.
It's kinda lengthy. Details a bit  blur but I'll try my best.
Okay onto my dream: It's gonna be a long story..Bare if me if my memo is a bit sketchy. About 2 years ago me and my buddies went to Red Wing dam. for cat fishing. Of course I got an older bass boat, which it isn't a very good idea to take on a long trip on the River. Story short we almost or could of flipped over wen the two bigger boat rave their engine after the  no wake zone. We got caught in the cross wave tided. If you ever been caught in the wave you know what I mean. So rite there already made my sprint fell ( sorry can't spell that in HmnG).
And wen we got there. There was a lot of snakes (OMG)... I was scare tp fish by the shore. Anyway there was this snake that kept coming my way so I picked up a rock and threw it..trying to kill it but it chopped off it's tail. Then it slithered into the rocks..

Then my buddy went to fish @ the very smae spot i chopped off the snake's tail. As I telling him that I was looking and he lost his footing and fell into the river.. OMG he was so lucky. I was like "WTF" dude you gotta be more careful bro.. The tied could of drag him down...

That's a little bit of the back ground story::::

 Okay. in my dream I was on a cliff and my boy was fishing next to me. Down below I saw this huge shadow of a fish. So I drop the line and snag it.. All a sudden it poked it's head and neck all the way up the cliff. And it was looking at me..
I was like "crap WTF is this thing". It kept on looking at me and then it looked at my boy.

It was looking for someone/thing.

The next day I had the same dream. Only it was in a different lake. It came out and was looking at me, but I dare not to look at it.

I had these dreams for almost a whole week. So I got scare of the lakes and didn't really fish that whole summer. I told my parents about my dreams but didn't really go into detail, cuz I was scare even telling it to my parent.

After that I started having more dreams about Zag looking at me or for me or my kid...
I finally told my Step FIl but I didn't go into detail.. Then my Step FIL asked me to tell him everything. So I did.

After I told him that I felt a bit better.. I avoided fishing that whole summer and winter. Then the next summer I took my boat out to the same lake I always go to for Bass. and me and my brother  was fishing on the hot spot and I was a Orange color floating up. At first I thought I was seening things. Then I asked my brother and his friends if they see what I saw.. they said "NO" now I was like "WTF" Is my dreaming coming true?. Then it went down and then it came up and I told my brother N his friend to double look. Then they finally saw it. I was like (whew) I thought I was seeing things.

I told ya'll it was gonna be a long one.
Not scary but just had to say it.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on October 03, 2013, 11:05:00 AM
Saki, have you ever been to Lilydale, MN? My dablaug had some scary experiences there. He said that a bunch of his friends and him was smoking there late one night and saw a lady ghost. They were all high at the moment but didn't know if it was real or not. He also said there is a GAY bar at the end of the road. LOL I really like how Raspberry Island is haunted but I have been there a couple of times and I've seen nothing. Maybe its the current of the river that is scary.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 03, 2013, 01:25:56 PM
I have been there manys of time. I did ran into something there. but I'll post it later

Okay as many of you know that there are 3 parts to that place.
Part 1 is the one that everyone knows of.
Part 2 is the ghost town.
Part 3 is the 1800 houses: like 3-4 of them. It'a been so long that I don't remember how to get to part 3.

Anyways when me and my buddies went to the part 3. there was tis one house that had it's door open. I told my buddies that we should go in and look around. LOL but no one dared to go with me. So we parked there for a long while. then we drove back to part 1 and parked there and went out side to smoke.. There was tis one chick that came with us, She kinda wonder off somewhere. I had no idea were she went.
After a while she came back and said we should go. I was like " shit it's just getting nice out here.". But I did what she ask of.

As I was about to drive out of the parking lot. I looked back at my rear view mirror. I saw... I saw... a face with it's tongue sticky out. HOLY CRAP the tongue was long as fawk... So I slam on the gas paddle and drove like madly outta the parking lot. and onto the road and I didn't stop until I got back to the Island. IDK how to spell that (Herit) Island. I never did look back wen I was driving on the road.

But that the only encounter I had of that place. Of course I never paid much attention to the ghost car that follow you all the way to the Gay bar.
I think I remember a head light follow me but I never paid attention, so you can't say that I encounter another strange thing.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sunkissed0089 on October 08, 2013, 04:17:39 PM
A story I heard on Hmong radio a few months ago:

Back in the homeland, there was a man named Pao, who enjoyed courting women, especially widows.  One day, he heard from his buddy that there was a beautiful woman, Sheng, whose husband had just passed and men from different villages wanted to court her.  Being the macho man that he is, Pao decided to take upon the challenge to go see this woman for himself.  That day he headed out to Sheng's village.  Crossing the heavy jungles of Laos and after many hours, he made it to the village. 

And yes, it was true!  Sheng was a very beautiful widow; Pao liked her so much he stayed even pass sunset.  It was getting late into the evening when Pao noticed the shadow of a man lingering at the corner of Sheng's bamboo hut.  Sheng had her back against that corner so she did not notice, but Pao was getting quite annoyed with the thought that another man was eavesdropping on their conversation. 

"Sheng, es cas koj yuav muaj hluas nraug zov koj ntau ua luaj nas ?"  (Sheng why are there so many men courting you)

"Oh, twb tsim muaj li mas."  (Oh, there is no one)

"Koj dag xwb, es tus txiv neej nyob ntawd koj qab tsev ntawv nes?"  (You're lying, what about that man behind your house)

Sheng turned around and quickly turned back to Pao and said, "Lig lig lawm es koj mus tsev os.  Kuv yuav mus pw thiab."  (It's very late, you should go home.  I am going to sleep soon.)

Shocked by Sheng's sudden change of mood, Pao asked why and she responded abruptly, "Kuv hais tias mus cev mus xwb mas."  (I say go then just go.)

Confused, Pao agreed and said he will come back in a few days to visit again.  They exchanged their good nights and Pao started on his journey back to his village.  Barely a mile into the jungle, Pao noticed the outline of a man sitting by a tree stump right by the well beaten path.  Pao wondered to himself why anyone would be sitting in the jungle at this time of night, perhaps he is lost or resting from a long journey.  The closer Pao got to this shadow man, the stronger was a stench that sent the hair inside his nostrils to curl.  What is that odor!  He wondered to himself. 

Pao was about 5 yards away from the man at this point and noticed he was dressed in Hmong clothing, the kind only worn by the deceased.  All the hair on his body stood up and he felt his body paralyzed.  The shadow man looked up at Pao and with a wicked smile he said, "Mus zoo koj nawb." (Have a good journey)  This sent Pao running back the path he came, screaming "dab! dab!" all the way back to Sheng's village. 

He ran to Sheng's little bamboo hut and banged on her door, "Sheng, qhib qhov rooj tsuag tsuag!"  (Sheng, hurry and open the door)

Sheng opens the door and asks why Pao came back and if everything was alright.  Pao told her what he saw in the jungle and that it was a dead man.  Sheng then said to Pao, "Koj puav xav paub hais tias vim li cas kuv thiali hais kom koj mus tsev?"  (Do you want to know why I told you to go home)

"Es , vim li cas nos?"  (Why)

"Pao, tus txiv neej koj pom ntawd kuv qab tsev ntawv yog kuv tus txiv es xiam lawm."  (Pao, the man you saw at the corner of my house earlier is my deceased husband)

Pao's hair stood up and he realized that the man he saw in the jungle resembled the outline of the man who had been watching them earlier.  He was too afraid to walk home and asked if Sheng had any relatives who would allow Pao to stay the night at their hut.  Pao stayed the night with some of Sheng's relatives and did not leave until the sun was out.  Needless to say, he never came back to court Sheng.  And he also never courted another widow ever again.

The end.  I apologize if I may have misspelled some Hmong words, I'm still learning.  Hope you enjoyed the story!
 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 08, 2013, 07:22:59 PM
Wow nice Dab Neeg story. Now is this one of those stories to keep young kids off the street or make them come home before dark?. Nonetheless it was a good story.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on October 09, 2013, 09:15:31 AM
I have been there manys of time. I did ran into something there. but I'll post it later

Okay as many of you know that there are 3 parts to that place.
Part 1 is the one that everyone knows of.
Part 2 is the ghost town.
Part 3 is the 1800 houses: like 3-4 of them. It'a been so long that I don't remember how to get to part 3.

Anyways when me and my buddies went to the part 3. there was tis one house that had it's door open. I told my buddies that we should go in and look around. LOL but no one dared to go with me. So we parked there for a long while. then we drove back to part 1 and parked there and went out side to smoke.. There was tis one chick that came with us, She kinda wonder off somewhere. I had no idea were she went.
After a while she came back and said we should go. I was like " shit it's just getting nice out here.". But I did what she ask of.

As I was about to drive out of the parking lot. I looked back at my rear view mirror. I saw... I saw... a face with it's tongue sticky out. HOLY CRAP the tongue was long as fawk... So I slam on the gas paddle and drove like madly outta the parking lot. and onto the road and I didn't stop until I got back to the Island. IDK how to spell that (Herit) Island. I never did look back wen I was driving on the road.

But that the only encounter I had of that place. Of course I never paid much attention to the ghost car that follow you all the way to the Gay bar.
I think I remember a head light follow me but I never paid attention, so you can't say that I encounter another strange thing.


I'm not sure if this is true or not but I heard that the bridge with stairs, people commit suicide there and how the river has a very strong current when a person goes fishing they could possibly be pulled in. In the summer Harriot Island which is also called Raspberry Island is a  very beautiful place to go take pictures. A night its cold and scary because that river runs right into the Mississippi River.

Also I remember that there are some caves in Lily Dale that is forbidden for people to enter. I watched a video on youtube of people exploring the area and was freaked out by the caves. Could there really be monsters or ghost that guards the grounds of the caves? I don't know it could be true because those caves was created by Indians and used as hideouts.

I attached a video so everyone can see what caves I'm talking about...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skCizOgt8Vo# (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skCizOgt8Vo#)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on October 09, 2013, 09:35:20 AM
For all of you that are seeing dab... have you ever read about your third eye? Maybe you should try to close that third eye.

What if you try to but it would not close? Can you put a pirate's eye patch on it?  :knuppel2:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on October 09, 2013, 09:48:23 AM
:2funny: :2funny: I've been reading a bit about the third eye.  There's certain things that you have to do in order to close it. Not sure if it will work though.

Tell us more about this third eye, it sounds so interesting. ::)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on October 09, 2013, 10:00:26 AM
:knuppel2: :knuppel2: >:( :idiot2:

Lol.  :2funny: I'm going to tell a story again.

So in WI there is this highway(not sure if its a highway or a freeway), highway 10 is what people call it.
There has been a lot of stories about this highway. I have been on it once and it's pretty scary. There is a long mile of just forest and no buildings or anything around. When your driving through this late at night, you can barely see anything even with high beams on. Pretty scary too about the story that ghost roams around this highway looking for who killed them and trucks crashing into you but when you look back in your rear mirror nothing is there. No signs of an accident or anything, just a replay of incidents that occur there. A lot of people say to stay out of this highway but who can resist the cold stories that this highway hides.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 09, 2013, 10:35:41 AM
For all of you that are seeing dab... have you ever read about your third eye? Maybe you should try to close that third eye.

I need my third eye to look for you  ;D

some folks call the third eye as mind eye. it is when you go to bed and close your eyes and you starting to see craps flying blah blah like that.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 09, 2013, 01:43:29 PM
You can't see me because I did some vodoo to your third eye.  :2funny: Yes, i read and it was pretty interesting..

vodoo only works for black people.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 09, 2013, 01:55:01 PM
The third eye... is that like the third arm? :):):):):; lol never heard of the third eye.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 09, 2013, 02:55:05 PM
The third eye... is that like the third arm? :):):):):; lol never heard of the third eye.


I'm sure you heard of third leg.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 09, 2013, 02:56:47 PM
I'm you heard of third leg.
hahaa third arm third leg. they are both the same. lol use it differently. or is it?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 09, 2013, 02:59:06 PM
What if you try to but it would not close? Can you put a pirate's eye patch on it?  :knuppel2:
Like the japanese anime 3x3 eye.. that's the only 3 eye I know of. lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 09, 2013, 03:09:36 PM
^^^Hahaaahaaa . Now that is funny, the best Ghost story I've heard all day.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: dlabtsi_os on October 09, 2013, 03:16:08 PM
The latter.  ;D For me I have yet to encounter a ghost.  ::)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 09, 2013, 03:20:09 PM
You have a leaking hose to ur washer? check the hose. or a washer is going out from the connector hose to the water pipe.

The latter.  ;D For me I have yet to encounter a ghost.  ::)
Glad you haven't encounter one. And don't be dumb and ask yo see one. LOL cuz you might just see one and then you have to go do jiggle bell, jiggle all the way. Ho Ho ho ho...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: night912 on October 09, 2013, 06:41:24 PM
Closing the third eye isn't worth it.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 10, 2013, 03:38:57 PM
All you can do is fight it. Punch, bite, kick.. Otherwise it'll not be afaird of you.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: dlabtsi_os on October 10, 2013, 05:25:53 PM
All you can do is fight it. Punch, bite, kick.. Otherwise it'll not be afaird of you.

Qhaj rau kuv so. Ua cas yus thaaj li twm tau dlab poj ntxhoos?  :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 10, 2013, 05:50:17 PM
Qhaj rau kuv so. Ua cas yus thaaj li twm tau dlab poj ntxhoos?  :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Me no read HmnG.. ;D ;D ;D ;D :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: dlabtsi_os on October 10, 2013, 06:02:09 PM
Me no read HmnG.. ;D ;D ;D ;D :2funny: :2funny:

My fault.  ;D ;D Anyways I asked: "How do you bite a ghost?"  :2funny: :2funny: :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 10, 2013, 06:05:35 PM
Will if you ever got sat on... You can in your mental mind like swinging your arms or kicking it. If you read the story about me getting tea-bag by them in the face. I couldn't swing my arms or kick it. so I said " shit if I cant hit this SOB, I'm going to bite the crap outta it's ass". And guess what it jumped off me so fast.. lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 14, 2013, 11:34:00 PM
It's not tat we ask for it. But you have to show tat you too can be fend for yourself. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 15, 2013, 01:19:47 PM
Hahaaa then how do you undo the drug affect for the short term? I tink drug make you more aware of your surrounding. Your eyes plays tricks on you. But with drugs in ur brains. Your eyes sees better. lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 15, 2013, 02:39:02 PM
Hahaa my bad.. The drug side effect hasn't worn off yet.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SleeplessBeauty on October 15, 2013, 06:14:15 PM
I have a ghost story to share:

Sometime ago, I went and did my laundry. Dry my clothes. Brought my clothes upstair to fold. A week later, I went to do my laundry again, I opened the washer and there was water in my washer. How the heck did it get there? I don't know. I just push it off my mind and did my laundry. Then 3 weeks later, I went down and threw some clothes in the washer. Didn't have enough to wash so I left it there until I get a complete load. A week pasat and I went down to do my laundry. I smell something molding smell. I opened the washer and there again some water in my washer with my clothes in it. All my clothes were all moldy now. I'm just thinking to myself "WTFH is happening?"! I proceeded to get my laundry done. It has not happen lately.. BUT um.. can someone explain this to me? Is it just my stupid washer acting up or am I going nutz/forgetful? ::)

how do know it's not your hlub playing tricks on you or maybe trying to do laundry? :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SleeplessBeauty on October 16, 2013, 11:55:32 AM
He doesn't do chores. >:(

Maybe he was trying to be helfpful this time but didn't know how so he ended up soaking your clothes.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 16, 2013, 04:01:36 PM
I have a ghost story to share:

Sometime ago, I went and did my laundry. Dry my clothes. Brought my clothes upstair to fold. A week later, I went to do my laundry again, I opened the washer and there was water in my washer. How the heck did it get there? I don't know. I just push it off my mind and did my laundry. Then 3 weeks later, I went down and threw some clothes in the washer. Didn't have enough to wash so I left it there until I get a complete load. A week pasat and I went down to do my laundry. I smell something molding smell. I opened the washer and there again some water in my washer with my clothes in it. All my clothes were all moldy now. I'm just thinking to myself "WTFH is happening?"! I proceeded to get my laundry done. It has not happen lately.. BUT um.. can someone explain this to me? Is it just my stupid washer acting up or am I going nutz/forgetful? ::)


LOL you need new washer, that thing is broke down on you. Perhaps you are the ghost killing the washer.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on October 16, 2013, 05:22:26 PM
I bet it was you that came and broke it huh? ;D

I don't even know who you are, a ghost or a human  :headbang: or perhaps are you actually physically exist  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on October 21, 2013, 10:49:52 AM
I just went to St. Paul, MN this past weekend. My dab laug and niam dab laug's car broke down near Phalen Lake because he hit a curb. They both where arguing at the time and it was late out (around 9:10pmish). He said really loud to my niam dab laug, "If you really want me to die than for the Zaj in the water to come and take me away!" Minutes later niam dab laug heard weird talking from dab laug. She said he started acting like General Vang Pao saying he is going to bring his army to protect the Hmong people. I don't know if this is true or not but this could be a warning sign to stop arguing late a night and not go near Phalen Lake because I truly believe there are zajs in Phalen Lake. You just can't really say things to them because its always a bad sign. Also it was raining Saturday and Sunday so I don't know. Usually when it rains nonstop the OG's would say a zaj has taken someone.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on October 21, 2013, 02:49:57 PM
thats sum scurry shiiaatt ^^
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: floaty on October 22, 2013, 08:56:40 PM
Interesting topic and read!

So in light of Halloween, I'll share something that happened to me:

I didn't believe in ghost until it happened that I saw one last year.

Every year before thanksgiving dinner, Kao (guy cousin) and Yuni (younger sister) and I, would go on a 8 - 10 miles hike and climb up a narrow mountain. That year, we left at 5 am and started our adventure. We usually finish by 6 pm at the latest if we start early.
This time, Kao had driven us to a different mountain, that we had never been to before. He told us that he had googled it and found it to be a challenging but a worthwhile hike and climb for us. So off we went. 
Halfway through the day, Kao climbed and jumped over a small locked gate to the side. Something inside me told me, it was a bad idea. I refused to jump it. It clearly had a sign that said "Do Not Enter. Trespassers Prohibited beyond this point."  
But Yuni had also jumped over the gate. I followed.

It led us to a long shadowy forest and then to a twisty narrow dirt path which led up to the mountain.
We hiked and climbed. Kao didn't want to stop until he reached the top. When we did reach the top, it was 1:30pm.

We quickly ate our lunch and made our way back. Somehow this time around, the surrounding looked different. It got darker. No birds chirping. No other human but ourselves. It was dead silent. We were exhausted and we didn't talk. We were just concentrating on getting back. The sun had set. The moon was slowly easing out into the night sky. We walked faster one after the other. Stumbling on a few rocks by the way. Still quiet.

Then in front of us, we saw a little shadow in the distant by the edge of the twisty narrow trail. We all saw it, I asked "What is that?" Kao answered "oh it's nothing, just our shadows". "That can't be our shadows" Yuni replied. With that, Kao moved to the back. Being protective of my sister, I told her to walk behind me, and I will lead. We walked faster in silent for a few more miles.

It got dark. Fog had slowly crept in behind us as we raced down the mountain onto the trail. Every corner we turned, we were fearful. We had forgotten our flashlight. Our phones were dead and now we didn't know what time it was. All of a sudden, Kao ran right into Yuni and knocked her down. He ran right past me into the distance. I grabbed Yuni and we chased. Once we caught up to him, he said "We have to get home. I didn't want to tell you, but there was a little girl walking with us the whole time."

I slapped him, he was going crazy. He usually never say crazy things like that, being the most righteous goody too-shoe Christian I know. Yuni whimpered a little, scared. We held onto one another, this time, I walked last. We finally made it to the shadowy forest. It was so quiet. The fog was making it difficult for us to see. We were more afraid that we didn't bring any equipment to shelter us for the night, since it was suppose to be a day trip. It got cold. Now we were scared of bears. Then Yuni stopped. There in front of us, was a little white girl with brown hair. As clear as a real human being. She stared at us and pointed in front of us. We knew it was a ghost for reals because her eyes were black and her feet wasn't touching the ground.

We darted, and kept running, until we were out of there. Once we got into the car, our phones turned on. We made it home around 10pm bruised, ankle swollen and got an earful. Kao, to this day, still claims, it was exhaustion and dehydration that made us imagine things.  :idiot2: But if 3 people see the same thing, it sure wasn't an illusion.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: floaty on October 22, 2013, 09:12:23 PM
Apologize about the long read above. Here's a quick one.

On May 2013, my cousin Kao invited me to go with him, to look for a house to purchase. We went out into the ranch areas and looked at ranch homes and the many acres it comes with. We came upon this one house, a really good size home, 5 bedroom and 5 bathroom, 2 living room, 1 den, 1 game room, a kitchen and a separate studio attached with 20 acres on top of a hill surrounded by a lot of trees. It was going for 220K. So it was pretty cheap. He liked it. But I didn't. I had a funny feeling. Kao took out his camera and started taking pictures. He set it down on the counter and we followed the real estate agent down to the lot. We went back up to reclaim our items and left.

A week later he calls me and my sister Yuni out to lunch. He shows us the pictures he took and complained that the pictures had come out all messed up and he didn't understand why the real estate agent was in it. I looked at it and oh behold, that blurry face picture of a man taken in one of the room, was certainly not his real estate agent, but someone else.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on October 24, 2013, 03:56:03 PM
floaty

those are sum scary situations you went thru  :-\
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2013, 03:19:01 PM
Dam Floaty,
These are mess up stories.. Your 1st story was a bit confusing but understandable . 1st story is always a confusing one because you are tell it just like how it is and step by step as it happened.
Tell us more of your ghostly encounters.
You are going to be the one to Rejuvenate this thread, hence everyone in here are out of encounters. Lolz

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: floaty on October 25, 2013, 07:47:11 PM
Dam Floaty,
These are mess up stories.. Your 1st story was a bit confusing but understandable . 1st story is always a confusing one because you are tell it just like how it is and step by step as it happened.
Tell us more of your ghostly encounters.
You are going to be the one to Rejuvenate this thread, hence everyone in here are out of encounters. Lolz

lol. Sorry I made you confused.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2013, 09:29:20 PM
lol. Sorry I made you confused.
No your story was fine, what I meant was ur 1st was just a bit but not much.
You got some freaky stories. Tell more if you have 'em.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: JuneBug on October 25, 2013, 09:48:35 PM
i had one incident that got me spooked a little. 

my work place is thought to be haunted.  one night, i was working late and i think i was the only one left in the building.  i decided to take a bathroom break.  while i was sitting on the toilet, i caught a gentle waft of a sweet flowery smell in the air.  the smell lingered for just a few seconds, then i'll catch it again on and off the entire time i was in the bathroom.  by the time i had done my business and flushed, the hair on my arms stood on their ends.  i came out of the stall, washed my hands without looking into the mirror because i was scared to see a reflection behind me.  you can say, as soon as i got back to my office, i gathered my things and left for home.  i don't work late into the night anymore or if i did, only if someone else was also working. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on October 25, 2013, 10:09:16 PM
^^^ You know what. I have had that experience a couple of times. But instead of smelling sweet scented perfumes. I sometime get a smell Opium  or like someone smoking Cigarettes or cigars around me. But it'll be very fainted. Even when I'm at work I sometime can smell it. Of course I've been smokie free for almost 4 yrs now. Whew but still very hard when I drink beer thou.
Anyways I don't know if my mind is just playing trick or am I really smelling those stuff.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: floaty on October 30, 2013, 04:17:47 AM
Another story not scary:

Long time ago, I used to talk to a nice Hmong man. But he moved 6 states to the east. So we kept in touch via webcam and all that good sort if we could. 5 - 6 months had already passed when he suddenly contacted me via webcam messenger. He was different. Sickly looking. But he assured me that everything was fine. He lived with his family and his bedroom was in the basement, but he showed me around his house via cam. As he was walking back down to his bedroom, I notice a shadow appear behind him. I asked if someone was awake, he said everyone was asleep. It was weird. Back then I didn't believe in such thing. It was probably just his shadow.

He sat on his computer chair and was still talking to me when I notice the light behind flicker and a black shadow walk behind him. I asked him, what it was but he told me I was imagining things. The shadow it seems still linger behind him. I felt so creeped out, I ended the chat with him and had nightmares all week. I lost contact with him.

Then, a few years back I saw him again at a family function. He married one of my sister's, in law's relatives. Heard rumors that he sees a lot of things, shadows and spirits and it follows him. That he is now a well known shaman.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on November 11, 2013, 01:51:39 PM
There is story behind my house I'm living in...Back in the late 1980s there was a man who lived in the house and had a lot of problems. He was very lonely and didn't have much friends. He kept everything to himself and whatever occurs in the house stays in the house. So one night he wrote a letter and placed it on the kitchen table. He than took a rope and went downstairs to the basement and hung himself. The police showed up because the grass hasn't been cut for a very long time. So when they got in, the house was full of spider webs and stuff like that. The checked in almost every room but couldn't find the man until they came to the kitchen and saw the letter cover in dust. As they were reading the letter, they heard a thum, thumb noise coming from the basement. The basement door was just over to left of the kitchen. As they open the basement door and went downstairs, they saw the man with a rope around is his swing back and forth. His back was facing backward so they could see his face. The police went around him and........... ..........BAM!!!!!!!!! His eyes was bloody eye and his long tongue was sticking out.


In the old days (1990s) a cousin of mine lived there and his son was shot to death because he was in a rival gang. And they moved out after that. It wasn't until 1999 that my family moved in and has been living there every since.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on November 12, 2013, 11:55:29 AM
LOL, gosh after reading what I wrote I failed so much at grammar.  :2funny:
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 18, 2013, 05:37:30 PM
LOL, gosh after reading what I wrote I failed so much at grammar.  :2funny:
We really really suck @ what we rite.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Gawmp on November 19, 2013, 12:44:16 PM
This happened to me during the end of Summer in 2005. I have to say that I have never been sat on or had ever experienced something like this before.

I was visitng a friend in MN and one morning I had dropped her off at work and came back home because I was going to go somewhere and needed her car. I came back to her apartment and got myself ready and left. I didn't return home until it almost noon or a little after. I was tired, so I figured I lay on the couch and take a nap before I go and pick my friend up from work. Her apartment was on the second floor if i can remember correctly. I had the sliding door to the balcony opened. The traffic on the highway was obviously loud, and I can feel the light wind as it came into the apartment through the opened sliding door. I was laying down on the couch with my feet towards the sliding door. While I was slowly dozing off, I can hear the traffic and two little laughing and seemed like they were playing outside. All of the sudden, I could not move. I tried to open my eyes, but they did not want to open. All the while, I can still hear the girls talking and laughing through the sliding door from the first floor. I tried to move my arm, but to no avail. I tried to scream in hopes that the scream will break me free of whatever it is that is happening to me. The attempt to scream did no good either. After all attempts failed, I thought to myself I will give it one last try by moving my arms. I gave it all my might and with a hard jerk, my left arm with was on my stomach, finally moved. Once it moved, my body was back to normal. I stood up and asked myself what happened.

It was strange because all the while this was happening, i was fully aware of the sounds from the two girls and the traffic. I mean I can hear it clearly, and i didn't feel like i had fallen asleep.

I didn't tell my friend until after I came back home because she lived alone and I didn't want to scare her. After I told her, she started sensing that someone was always watching her. Whenever she's in her bedroom, it seemed like someone was watching her from the living room and vice versa.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Gawmp on November 19, 2013, 12:59:48 PM
Yikes! I advised that after you are freed from being sat on. Don't immediately fall sleep because it will happen instantly again. Try to walk around or fully opened your eyes and stay awake for a few minutes. Scary.. I only had it happened to me a like 2-3 times but it's a scary experience.

HS - this was the first and last time it happened to me. Like I said, i have never been sat on before either nor have I personally experienced any supernatural phenomenon.

I didn't go back to nap after that. Once I got up, I stayed up and then went to pick up my friend.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Gawmp on November 19, 2013, 02:31:13 PM
Then perhaps, it was her house. I moved to stay with my brother and his wife temporary one time. The first time, it happened to me. I was so scared. I left their place. LOL

Well the thing is, she never felt anything like that before until that incident happened to me, then after that is when she started having that feeling.

She's moved from that place a long time ago. I never heard her say anything about having those feelings or senses after she moved out.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 20, 2013, 03:25:20 PM
HS, why don't you tell us some of your own ghostly encounters?
Would luv to hear some of ur's.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 20, 2013, 03:34:19 PM
Well tell us then.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 20, 2013, 03:38:14 PM
I remember ur wash'n machine\>!</. did you have more? It's being while since I log back on.. What page was it on.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 20, 2013, 04:15:07 PM
There you go.. I'm so happy now.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 20, 2013, 05:00:11 PM
^^^ HA Ha. :)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Kvang331 on November 21, 2013, 01:44:34 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 27, 2013, 08:42:12 PM
Tell us more about these houses. I use to live in Mt. Airy and heard a lot of strange stuff, and a few from Plaza. not a whole lot from where you live.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on November 27, 2013, 08:44:53 PM
Yikes! I advised that after you are freed from being sat on. Don't immediately fall sleep because it will happen instantly again. Try to walk around or fully opened your eyes and stay awake for a few minutes. Scary.. I only had it happened to me a like 2-3 times but it's a scary experience.
Back then when I use smoke, and I would get sit on. I would wake up and light up a Cig, take a few puffs and put it in my ash tray and go back to sleep.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Kvang331 on December 02, 2013, 10:39:04 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: sharox on January 02, 2014, 01:13:44 PM
It's not tat they are going crazy..it's call all timer. My grandma had tat wen me and my dad went to visit her in Wis. She saw me and knew who i was, byt later asked who i was..or who we all were.. she was tell my dad about the bull cow back in Laos.. or ppl from the past visiting her. She was talking all strange.. then she would fall alseep talking about Laos..you know OG..and their past yrs. In the Vietnam war...1 week later we got a call from my dad's younger bro, saying tat my grandma past on.and to tell my dad..


I think you're talking about Alzheimer.

Sorry, I'm new and still trying to catch up on the stories.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on January 02, 2014, 06:49:44 PM

I think you're talking about Alzheimer.

Sorry, I'm new and still trying to catch up on the stories.
Hahaa. yeah, but it sounds like all timers. heheee
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sharox on January 06, 2014, 12:09:28 PM
I can't believe it. I finally caught up with the thread after months of reading.

...But then it had died already. :(
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: m1zz_$h0rtY on February 20, 2014, 07:00:09 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yuknowthat on February 27, 2014, 11:10:09 AM
Lub Nruas Txawj hais lus!!!!  :o

Thaum ib muaj tug kwvtij siam. Kuv mus nrog lawv zov hmo hloov chaw rau cov es twb tuaj nyob ib hnub es sab sab lawm. Es Lawv thiaj li tau mus so me ntsis. Kuv txawm mus zaum ze ntawm lawv lub rooj sau ntawv ib sab.Txiv qeej txiv nruas tseem nquam paj nquam nruas tas zog thiab. Tseem tshuav ob peb tuag qhua nrog peb nyob ua luag..nyob nyob txog ib tag hmo.tsis tshua muaj neeg lawm. Kuv thiaj tias lam qi muag ib plaig ntawm rooj vim ib cos tseem nyob ntau phaib zom zaws. Cas thaum kuv qi muag kuv pheej hnov neeg pheej seev li ntuas nes. Kuv qhia qhov muag hos tsis hnov lawm. Kuv me ntsis ntshai tiamsi xav paub tseeb seb yog dabtsi tiag. Kuv tib zoo ua twj ywm qi muag mloog zoo zoo seb nrov qhov twg tuaj tiag. Mloog mloog ...Ua Cas!!!!!! :o



Mam li continue ..

Will continue...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on February 27, 2014, 01:21:02 PM
^^^ Uh-mmm I no understand you lingo.. Plz translate.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: hmongcloth on March 11, 2014, 08:02:59 PM
For those who can't read hmong, use this site:

http://hmong.lomation.com/reader/ (http://hmong.lomation.com/reader/)

It's really helpful, if you do understand the language but can't read it.

I must warn you. The voice in this text reader is super creepy when you try and translate the story. Especially if you are translating it at night and alone XD
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on March 13, 2014, 09:10:56 PM
^^ Dam.. to complex for me.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on March 15, 2014, 12:40:55 AM
^^^ aren't you the expert in the HmnG lingo?? you can just translate the word into my Engrish..LOL
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 26, 2014, 06:28:51 PM
thank FB for this.
Title: Dead Skin
 By: Anonymous

 In 2005, my widowed aunt (whose husband passed away a year before) and her three kids left their home in Thailand to settle in the U.S.

 One very late night, my aunt found her youngest son, who was 3 at the time, watching TV. When she asked him to turn it off and go to bed, he replied, "But daddy still wants to watch TV with me."

 That gave my aunt chills. Scared, she called my mom and asked my mom to sleep over that night. When my mom arrived, she asked my aunt's son why he wasn't sleeping, and he gave her the same response. His daddy still wanted to watch TV with him. Angry at her son, my aunt started yelling at him and asked him to stop lying and to go to bed. Suddenly, the lights went out.

 Both my aunt and mom became very frightened, and they asked the son why he turned off the lights. He said, "It wasn't me. It was daddy. You guys kept yelling at me, so he turned off the lights."

 My aunt told her son to, "Tell daddy to turn on the lights. We won't yell at you anymore." Her son started giggling histerically and asked his dad to turn on the lights, and it turned back on.

 Fast forward to a couple of days. My mom asked my aunt if there was anything my aunt had that belonged to her late husband which may have caused him to follow her to America. She replied, "Yes. On the day of his funeral, I loved and missed him a lot. So while sitting by his death bed, I gently carressed his arms and some of his dead skin came off. The elders told me to keep it for good luck."

 My aunt ended up throwing the dead skin of her late husband away, and they moved out of that apartment soon after. There hasn't been anything scary going on since, and her son doesn't remember the night his father came to watch TV with him.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on March 26, 2014, 06:29:57 PM
^^^
I read that story this morning. While I was park in the company's parking lot.. Creepy nonetheless..
I found thet TRU are selling these thing.. Care to play
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAA :D :D :D :D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 26, 2014, 06:33:21 PM
For those that experience ghost or seeing things. Have you ever felt it? ??? :o

I saw them in my dreams and they were little girls, but not in Hmong clothing.  I fought with them a couple of time and the weirdest thing is never seeing their faces.  One time I came back from camp and went to sleep hoping to meet you, but I got a lady ghost instead.  Not a good feeling especially when she's rubbing her finger down your sensitive shoulder and down your spine to your you know area.  Luckily I broke free. LOL.  She was a shadow, probably 5'8 and slim figure.  (I told her I was taken so she better back off. j/k)  ;D ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 26, 2014, 06:38:24 PM
^^^
I read that story this morning. While I was park in the company's parking lot.. Creepy nonetheless..
I found thet TRU are selling these thing.. Care to play
(https://scontent-a-ord.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash3/t1.0-9/10155506_257115114468818_1363602000_n.jpg)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAA :D :D :D :D
$20 for a thrill of a life time.  Why not? Who wants in? ;)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 26, 2014, 06:39:52 PM
By: Anonymous

 I'd like to share a true story that happened back in the early 90's. It's not scary, and I do apologize in advance and will try to make the story short.

 Fresno, California seemed to be an average community for the Hmong community in the early 90's. Every parent had a job, and all kids had school. My cousin's husband was driving home from work on a evening sunset in the mid-Summer. Temperatures were in the high 90'degrees with a clear sky. He was at the intersection waiting patiently for his turn to go. As he began to go, a drunk driver from the left side ran the stop sign at a high speed and directly intersected in the his door (driver door) which killed him instantly.

 When my cousin heard the news that her husband was killed in a car accident she cried. He had left a son behind with his unborn child.

 During the week of staying up (before the funeral), there was a black crow flying around the apartment and at the school. The crow wouldn't go away. As kids chased the bird to fly off, it will flew back to the front house. I was there to see the crow in person neither was I scared, but the crow was nice.

 Then after the funeral service was over and burial, the crow appeared at the graveyard site. The crow would come very close my cousin, but all the elders say its bad luck if the crow touched my cousin, so they scared the crow away.

 Since then burial, the crow never came back to the house or school. A shaman looked into it and told my cousin that it was her husband that reincarnated into a black crow. She told the family that she had a dream about her husband told her he would protect her, but there were too many people that kept on pushing and scary him away.

 That was pretty much it.

 Thanks.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on March 26, 2014, 06:40:52 PM
^^^
It was Brandon Lee....
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: IB THIAB NEEJ on March 27, 2014, 12:08:44 AM
Good story WSG. It's been awhile since I've read some good ones.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on March 27, 2014, 07:20:39 PM
Here is a rumor story I heard from people in Milwaukee.

There was a case in Milwaukee where the Hmong girl was murdered by her white boyfriend and her beck was broken.  During or after the funeral, the mother of the decreased had a dream that her daughter told her to love her kids and cherish them.  Kids are from the first Hmong husband.


In 1996 or 97 in the Sacramento Asian projects, there was a swimming pool that people would go swimming all the time.  This was a pool for the project and had life guard and every thing was safe and up to date.  Well my cousin and I went there a couple of times before the Mein boy drowned and we never went there again.  Story goes that after people had left the pool and it was after closing hours.  The boy went for a swim and didn't make it home. The boy was a good swimmer and he swim there all the time, but that time would be his last.  Rumor had it that the boy was pulled by the water spirit and his soul was trapped there.  The mien did some magic stuff and they found that it was a water spirit that had taken his life. 

After that incident, we stopped swimming and move to WI.  Don't know what happen afterward if the pool is still there, but that was scary when it happened.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on March 27, 2014, 07:33:34 PM
--Not my story--

This one was told to me by a Columbus officer that works the West side. In the Hilltop area of Columbus (not a place to go without a gun... you could end up as a ghost!) there is a cemetery called Camp Chase. It has over 2000 confederate graves packed together and surrounded by a large stone wall. In the center is a statue of a civil war era soldier, and a large rock with writing on it.
 
The officer that told me this, said that he often chased kids out of there, as they would sneak in for a quiet place to light up a doobie or to drink a beer. He said one night he stopped his car down from the gate and heard some teenagers in there playing around. He said that he decided to scare them, and started to look for a quick way around the back, where he might be able to sneak in undetected.
 
He said he heard one of the boys say, "What was that?" and numerous follow up comments from the other kids. He said he stood still as he was afraid that they had heard him. He heard them say it again, and one kid start to whimper. He then said they started to yell, and he could hear a girl crying, so he dropped the idea of scaring them and ran around to the front gates. He said that as he ran in, they came running out past him, yelling all the way.
 
He told me that when he got inside he shined his light all around, and didn't see anything. He said he then walked over to the side of the wall where he had heard them, and smiled, because they had abandoned their beer and their penthouse magazine.

He said that right then he saw something move out of the corner of his eye, like a flash of smoke between the stones about 15 stones away. He said he shined his light over there, and started to walk toward the area, thinking that maybe one of the kids had stayed behind. He said he then saw the flash of grayish smoke about 10 stones away, again to his left, even though he was now heading toward where he had originally seen it.
 
He said he did a quick 360, shining his light all over the place. About that time he heard a woman's voice, but he couldn't make out the words. He said the voice just sounded alternately sad and angry. He told me that he kept spinning around, and that he saw the "misty form" moving as fast as a college sprinter, in a tighter and tighter circle around him. He said that in two quick revolutions it went from about 5 stones away to about 2, and all the while the voice of this woman kept getting louder, at this point like a hysterical crying.
 
He said that when the thing went around him the last time he tripped against a stone while moving backwards, fell, and dropped his light, which went out. He told me that he just had the most horrible feeling, like if he didn't get up right then a pair of hands was going to grab him from the grave he landed on. He said he jumped straight up, and ran as fast as he could, through the gate and across the street.
 
He told me that it took him ten minutes to work up the courage to go back to his cruiser by the wall.
 
I've been in there, and I think it is a neat place. I would go back again. Then again, I haven't been chased by a gray, wailing, mist creature.
 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on March 28, 2014, 10:04:52 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 01, 2014, 10:18:06 PM
^^^Dam bro, I can't read HmnG. So that FB siteis useless to me. Although PH GS is lacking some good storys, HGS FB has a lot of creepy ones. But like I say from the geko, I'll only share mine in PH.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on April 02, 2014, 10:45:49 AM
^^^Dam bro, I can't read HmnG. So that FB siteis useless to me. Although PH GS is lacking some good storys, HGS FB has a lot of creepy ones. But like I say from the geko, I'll only share mine in PH.


It's just a video, no writing.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on April 02, 2014, 11:25:33 AM
I heard a true story heard from a reputable source.  Will post later so stay tune. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: saki saki on April 03, 2014, 07:04:47 PM
Oh snap!!! who's that???
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: floaty on April 06, 2014, 03:37:49 AM
Here's a story from a friend who thought she was goin crazy for a long time.

In the winter of 2007, Mee's oldest sister Sha, was found murdered in an apartment near her college. Her sister was only 24 at the time. Mee was 19.
The coroner's report stated that Sha had been dead for about a week. However, Mee had told the family, she had just talked to Sha earlier in the day and they had just had lunch yesterday. During lunch, Mee said Sha had given her a sovenier thing that looked like dried clay and twig molded in shape of a human. She showed her family.
This sparked further investigation with homicide detectives. After searching phone records, there was no calls or texts placed from Sha's phone for the last week or so. And no record of received calls from her on Mee's phone.
Survelliance showed Mee at the restaurant, alone.

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: ZongDauHang on April 07, 2014, 01:51:36 AM
Here's a story from a friend who thought she was goin crazy for a long time.

In the winter of 2007, Mee's oldest sister Sha, was found murdered in an apartment near her college. Her sister was only 24 at the time. Mee was 19.
The coroner's report stated that Sha had been dead for about a week. However, Mee had told the family, she had just talked to Sha earlier in the day and they had just had lunch yesterday. During lunch, Mee said Sha had given her a sovenier thing that looked like dried clay and twig molded in shape of a human. She showed her family.
This sparked further investigation with homicide detectives. After searching phone records, there was no calls or texts placed from Sha's phone for the last week or so. And no record of received calls from her on Mee's phone.
Survelliance showed Mee at the restaurant, alone.

Is this story suppose to be scary? Because I find it to be rather sweet. okay it was scary too. lol Mee should feel bless. Please let her know that. :)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: floaty on April 08, 2014, 04:04:06 AM
Lol when she told a few of us, it was scary.  I will. :)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on April 09, 2014, 11:44:59 AM
More stories please
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: iHmongFatBoy on April 09, 2014, 04:40:49 PM
my dad story back in lao or thailand idk  8)

when my dad was still young he hunting with his brother. his brother was probably 7-8 at that time. it was night so my dad said for them to rest at the farm house. they made a little fire inside and his little brother went to sleep. my dad was laying down but not asleep yet. he say he saw a little poj ntxooj about the size of a toddler and her hair all the way down to the ground. it came through the wall and went to play with the fire ashes. i guess the little girl didnt see them sleeping. that time my dad got really scared so he grab his gun and shot one time to the ceiling. scared the shit out of the little girl. she scream real loud ran away. his brother was awake by the gun shot and my dad told them to run home in the middle of the night. my old man told his little brother to run in front of him. he fire a couple more shot in front, left, right, and back of them. it got very windy after he scared the little girl. the bushes were being blown like a tornado coming. couple days later they got sick but did jingle bell now they are all good.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: iHmongFatBoy on April 22, 2014, 11:53:14 PM
it started as a dream first

my mom had a dream that someone was knocking their door at night. she grab a flashlight and went to open the door. the flashlight wouldnt work at the door and she saw a tall dark figure grab a hold of both her wrist. she scream for her mother to come help her thats when she woke up crying. she got sick couple days later. so the shaman came and told her mom that something was trying to take my mom as it wife. During that time my dad was seeing my mom as lovers. when my dad went to go visit her they suggest that my dad hu plig for her to let that thing know that my mom is marry to my dad. the thing never came back and they gave birth to 6 sons and 5 daughters and still marry.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Wi_sweetguy on April 23, 2014, 03:24:16 AM
good stories IHmongFatBoy.  More please  O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: iHmongFatBoy on April 23, 2014, 10:58:52 AM
good stories IHmongFatBoy.  More please  O0

Thank you just remembering anothering one.

I forgot where my mom they were going at the time just that they were traveling to another town that was far away. There was a group of 5 people that consist of 3 kids and 2 adults. They reach a river and the grandpa told the kids(my mom was still a kid) that what ever they catch don't cook it. It was just a little river maybe ankle high. They had catch some craw fish. They had made camp near the river because it was getting dark. During night they cook the craw fish and forgotten not too. Later that night they were asleep except the grandpa because he was still up smoking opium. It start to get windy out of no where. Grandpa thought that was strange. He suddenly remember that he told the kids not to cook anything they catch from the river. So he perform a little ritual to ask for forgiveness and to ask for permission to rest in the territory for the night. The wind stop blowing. Next morning grandpa waited until they were out of the area and lecture at the kids not to cook anything anymore because Bigfoot was about to come for them.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: mronline on April 24, 2014, 12:42:45 PM
one year ago, my bros and i were heading out early to fish at this lake....in socal to get the best fishing spot. to make the story very short, once we arrived to the fishing spot, we noticed a dark figure shadowing the shore area with his fishing rode. we were like wtf... it is too early for anyone to be here this early beside us. as we are approaching him something like 100 feet away,  he literately vanishing  into thin air but his cigarette smoke  still lingering on for few minutes.  we looked at each other with goose bumps all over. later on that morning,  we found out that several days back. ib tus mekas fisher man was drown as he  kayak capsized several feet where were about to fish. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 24, 2014, 04:59:45 PM
sweet tears,  that incident with your sisters rental house is scary

mr online, where is this socal lake? i would like to know so i dont go fishing there
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 10, 2014, 02:15:04 PM
-Not my story- This one is long but very good.



>be 16
>be black and have family down in Alabama
>they farm and own a huge amount of land down in Huntsville
>uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping
>down south cousins suggest that we go out there to camp
>know I'm a city kid from Chicago so they tease the duck out of me
>collect food, kill a pig and some chickens, and bring necessities to camp out for a few days
>we get to the camp and it's obvious something is weird
>air has this weird electric smell like right before a storm, like ozone
>we think nothing of it and unpack and go down to a little creek to swim for a few hours
>All of a sudden some older white guy and a white teenager come out of the bushes
>he has a shotgun in the crook of his arm and says hello and ask us what we're doing this far back in the woods
>tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and say we're camping out
>he tells us we need to be real careful out here and stick together there was a big animal in the woods
>His son, who is my age asks if he can stay and hang out with us
>he says OK

I'm going to stop greentexting because the story is fairly long and the format is harder to write in.

So we end up playing football. ****ing around with me, there's the white kid "Tanner", five of my cousins, and then four of their friends. In total, there were five girls and six boys. We all were around 15-17.

We ended up just ****ing the day away. So, we head back to the camp and pulling out some stuff for a campfire, even though the trailers both had kitchenettes. Tanner says that his family's property sits up against my uncle's. He wants to run home and ask his dad if he can come out camping with us. My cousin Rooster says he's going to go with him since it's going to get dark soon. One of the girls also wants to tag along.

It's about 7 o'clock, and it's starting to get pretty dark. They take flashlights and take the trail toward Tan's property. The rest of us chill. We make smores, drink and kiss on the girls.

About thirty or forty minutes later, there's the smell of ozone again. You could smell it over the smell of the fire we had started. This really nasty, coppery smell like right after you've had a nosebleed and it's stopped. It wasn't exactly like dried blood, but it was that nasty metallic, back-of-your-throat smell.

We immediately think that it's some kind of electrical malfunction, or someone left a hotplate on or some shit. We search the trailers and nothing is on, and we can all smell it. All of a sudden, we can hear people booking down the path toward us, and Rooster, Tan and the girl all come running into the clearing, out of breath. And they don't even break stride; they all run into the trailer, right by where the fire is.

We all get the duck outta there and into the trailers. They end up calming down; even Rooster is crying his ducking eyes out at this point. All the while, the fire is guttering lower and lower, so my other cousins say duck it and are about to go outside to get the generator out of a shed between the trailers.

Tanner goes, "duck no! Lock the front door, ain't nobody else going outside!" He's been crying too, and his eyes are bloodshot and puffy and his pants are dirty as shit.

He goes on to tell us that they went up to his house. His father said sure, he could go out camping, but to make sure they were careful on the way back, and that maybe they should take one of the hunting rifles just in case.

Evidently, Tanner had seen something in their yard a few days before. One of their pigs had come up, ripped up and half eaten. They assumed it was just some big cats or coyotes, even though they don't usually duck with live animals.

He had gone upstairs and packed his stuff, and told his dad they would be OK without the rifle because coyotes avoid people. So they started walking back toward where we were camping.

So, Rooster finally stops crying and shaking; the girl already had, but she was just staring out the window with a dumb look on her face. He says they had gotten halfway into the woods toward the camp when they started to hear shit in the forest. It was almost pitch black by this time, so they weren't sure at first what the duck it was. The girl says that she heard something in the bushes right off the trail and they all beamed their flashlights over there and there was someone standing back in the woods in a little hollow. Rooster said they shouted at him and told him that he was scaring the duck out of them and what a **** he was.

He says that's when he realized that the guy was facing away from them. So they keep walking, and they start smelling the nasty coppery ozone smell. They say that they look off into the forest on the opposite side, and it's a dude standing in the forest, backward slightly closer to the path.

So now they start powerwalking and Tan keeps going, "I should have taken the ducking rifle."

As they're telling the story, the smell is still super strong even inside the cabin.

They say that after they started walking faster, a kind of low gibbering had started coming from both sides of the wood. And as they started booking it back to the trailer, the girl said she had flashed her flashlight out into the woods to the side of them and had seen something jerking itself through the woods. The gibbering just got louder and louder, and when they could see the light from our camp fire, something had come out of the woods about 40 yards behind them onto the track, and they had just flat out ran as hard as they could to the trailer.

So we're out in the ducking woods, and we're assuming at this point it's some rednecks or some shit trying to duck with us.

All of a sudden, my other cousin, Junior, starts going on about how he went to school with a native kid that was telling him about the 'Goatman' or some shit. We promptly tell him to shut the duck up because we don't need any spooky talk right now.

But he just keeps going on and on about how it's the ducking 'Goatman,' and how we're in his woods and blah blah blah. Now at the time, I had never heard of this goat man or any of that, but then a couple years ago -- the year before I graduated from college -- I had a Menom for a roommate and I ended up asking him about it. And to sum it up, it's basically a ducking man with the head of a goat and he can shape shift and he gets among groups of people to terrorize them. It's also supposed to be kind of like the Wendigo, and it's bad mojo to even talk about it and even worse if you see it.

Keep in mind, I didn't know this back when I was sixteen. So my cousin is going, "The goat man's going to get in and ducking get us." The girls are all terrified and my cousins and I are all ducking trying to figure out if it's just some hillbillies or if it's some animal.

So all of a sudden the smell just goes away. Like to this day, I haven't even experienced anything like it. Like, usually smells fade away or lessen. It just literally was there one second and then not the second.

So it's after an hour, making it around 9 or 10. We've stopped shitting bricks enough to go back outside and stoke the fire again. We figure it was just some ****s trying to duck with us, so we don't go back home, because we think if we do, they'll chase us through the woods or some crazy shit.

Nothing else weird happens that night. And we stay another night, and for the main part of the night nothing happens. At about 1 in the morning, we're outside getting drunk and telling ghost stories. As someone is finishing some 2spooky story -- I don't remember what about -- the smell comes back. It's so ducking strong, that one of the girls literally starts vomiting.

I stand up, and you can actually feel how clammy the air is. I say we should get inside and this isn't right; we should have just ducking left.

We all go back inside, and we're standing around. My cousin just keeps going on about how it's the goat man. And my cousin Rooster tries to shut him the duck up, and all the while I'm just feeling that something is wrong, and I can't figure out what the duck it is.

We end up sitting in there for a while; the smell is just as strong, and we're terrified and all huddled in this camper. We end up cooking brats for everybody because nobody wants to go outside. It's one of those packs with 4 brats. We have a total of 3 packs. I grill them up on the stove and give everybody a hot dog. I get mine. After a while, one of my cousins gets up and goes over to the pot to get another one.

He starts grumbling about about how I get two brats and everybody else only got one, and I look at him like he's ducking stupid. I tell him that everybody only got one because there were only 12 brats, if he wants more he should open up a new pack and cook some more.

That's when the girl that had been out with Rooster and Tan just starts screaming, "OH JESUS, OH LORD, GET IT OUT!" She's crying and shivering, and then it dawns on the cousin standing up what the duck is wrong. Me and him both glance around the room, and then I feel my heart ducking sink. I run the duck out of the cabin and the girl runs out with us. The trailer door is banging against the side of the trailer as everybody books out of the cabin.

One of my cousin's friends ask us what the duck was wrong. I start counting us. There's only 11 now.

"I shit you not," my cousin verified. There had been twelve people in the cabin. But being that everybody didn't really know each other well, nobody had really noticed the whole ducking time that there was an extra person. And then I realized earlier that I had kind of noticed something was off. You know how when you're just ****ing around having a good time that you don't sweat the smallest shit, and you don't always keep track of certain stuff? I'm dead sure that someone else had been in the trailer with us, and that they had been there for at least a ducking day, eating with us. What makes it worse is, I could figure out which one because I don't think anyone ever actually interacted with the other person/the Goat-man.

The girl kept praying to Jesus and we're all sitting outside; eventually we get big-ass sticks and go back in the cabin, but there's nobody in there. We count again, and there's 11 people. We go back into the trailer and lock the door. We explain what the duck happened, and the girl says that she realized too, and that when he was about to say something, the person sitting next to her had grabbed her leg hard and leaned over toward her and said something she couldn't understand.

So we are pretty much scared as duck as we huddle together, and I fall asleep. When I wake up, the sun is just coming up, and half the people are asleep and the other half are packing our shit up.

We all want to walk back home, but like 4 people want to stay until the sun is all the way up. And some people think that we're just ducking around and still want to stay at the trailers. I just want to get the duck out of the woods.

The girl's name was Keira, the one that the Goat-man had touched. Anyway, I asked her if she really thinks it was something bad, and she says she just wants to go home and she doesn't want to be out in the woods alone for another night.

So we decide to split up; the 4 that want to go can go, but I have to stay because I have the keys to the cabin and it's my uncle's and I have to lock up. I'm super pissed at this point, because I feel like people aren't taking this shit seriously, and I definitely didn't want to be out in the woods for another night. I spend the rest of the day trying to convince the rest of the people -- now 4 girls and 4 guys -- to get the duck out of dodge. Tanner leaves with them to go get a rifle and says he's going to be back. So there are just 7 of us left by 4 PM.

At around 5 PM he hasn't made it back yet, and we're getting extremely ducking antsy, and the only reason I stopped begging them to go back was because he went to get a gun.

it's about 5:30 PM or so, when the one cousin that did stay says that the girl Keira is outside. We all look outside, and sure enough, she's standing by the firepit with her back to the cabin.

I'm thinking to myself, if she was so ducking scared, why the hell would she come back? And then I get this nasty feeling in my gut. Keep in mind, the whole time the coppery smell has been gone. Now I realize I can smell just a twinge of it.

I say this to the rest of them and everybody -- and these are the people that wanted to stay in the ducking woods after we had the goddamn Goatman in our midst -- is laughing at me and asking if I set this up to scare them.

I'm looking at them like, "I'm not ducking bullshitting you at all right now." I ask them why the duck would I play like that? So one of the girls goes outside to get Kiera. She gets halfway to her and stops cold. Keira starts heaving; I don't know how the duck to describe it. Sort of like if someone with their back turned was laughing without actually making any sound. It was this fact that made me realize there was not a ducking sound in the whole woods; it was dead silent.

This was like later in September, so it was still fairly hot at the time, but it was super chilly some days too. And you could usually hear big-ass geese honking or some kind of birds or squirrels chitchatting.

So I step out the door and tell her to come back in the ducking trailer right goddamn now.

She backs up into the trailer and we lock the ducking door. We pull down all the shades except one, and put a guy there in a chair to watch her. She stands there for another 20 minutes or so. The guy turns to say that she's still there. And there's a HUGE ducking bang on the door.

We all jump the duck up and scramble around the living room of the trailer. The banging is super ducking loud.

So now my cousin is holding one of the girls and the other two are kinda giggling with nervous laughter and me and the other two guys are shitting brix.

Then we hear Tan. He's screaming.

LET ME THE duck IN STOP duckING PLAYING!

So we go over to the door and open it, and he stumbles in with a rifle. There's nobody else outside.

Evidently, he had walked up to the campsite. Nothing weird happened in the forest, but he had seen a girl. Mind you, he said it was not Keira standing there. When he had gotten to the edge of the clearing, she had turned toward him with the slackjawed look and just stared him down, slowly tracking him as he walked around the outside of the clearing towards the camp. He said it wasn't till he was almost halfway to the trailer he had realized that she was getting closer to him. She had started off by the fire, and without him even seeing her move she had been turning, inching closer. He said he just ran the rest of the way back to the cabin thinking it would open. And when he got to the door and it was locked, he turned and it was about half the distance to the door.

He looks around the room and then gets super pale. He pulls me to the side and whispers in my ear, "You know there are only seven of us in here, right?" I get that feeling where you stomach drops to your nuts. It had been back inside the trailer while we were sorting out who was going where, and then when we all went outside to talk earlier in the day. It has just slipped right back in.

We looked out the window and there is nobody out there. So we recount everyone and then basically, I go over and ask everyone how many people were here earlier. And everybody says 8. I say, "Well, how many are here now?" They all do the count and then realize there are only now 7 people in the cabin.

So Tan had brought back a couple boxes of ammo and his rifle. And he had told his dad that there was some kind of animal in the forest because he didn't think his dad would believe him if he said it was Goatman. He says that his cousin is supposed to be coming down in a few hours and that in the morning we can all go back to his place and his cousin will drive us home.

Now I'm really ducking terrified, but I at least feel better because we can be American and shoot the duck out of whatever it is if it comes back. But then my cousin gets into this huge argument with one of the girls because she thinks that I'm trying to be funny and prank them, and that she's getting really scared and that I'm not funny. He keeps telling her I'm not that kind of person, and she says, "Well, how do we know the girl wasn't just Tanner in a wig? Or if it's really the Goatman, how do we know that this is the real Tanner and that Goatman just didn't kill Tanner in the woods and take his gun?"

So we ducking get into a huge argument about this, where me and Tan are like, "we could seriously be in danger because at the very least someone has been sneaking themselves into our ducking trailer without us knowing and mingling with us, and at worst, something bad is in the forest ducking with us."

One of the girls is crying and saying she wants to go right now, and we're trying to tell her we shouldn't because none of us are walking through the woods in the middle of the night. At this point the sun is starting to go down and it's getting a little cloudy out.

We eat something and turn on the radio for a while, but we can't really get a station out there with anything decent. So we turn it off at about the time that Tan's cousin shows up. He was like 19, I think. At this point, the sun is just barely over the horizon and he has one of those heavy duty lantern flashlights and another rifle. He walks up to the trailer and we whisper to Tan asking if he's sure that's his cousin and he says yes.

The guy looks behind him and all around the camp, then walks in. He kind of glances at all of us and looks a little confused.

He says, "Where's your other little buddy at? I figured she would meet me up at the cabin. Is she a little slow or something?" He also asked whether we had been cooking blood in the cabin, because it smelled like blood and hot pans all the way up the trail. We are all like ducking "NOPE." But we ask him what the duck he's talking about with the girl he saw.

He had come down the same trail Tan had been using and he had come up on "one of youse guy's buddies" standing in the middle of the trail, looking at him slack jawed. He had asked her a bunch of questions, but all she did was just look at him. Then, she smiled at him and he said he kept walking. She couldn't seem to keep up with him and kept lagging a little behind him. He said he asked her if she was hurt or something, and if she needed any help. But, she had continued to stare. Eventually, he had been walking and turned around a bend in the trail. But when he turned around and went back to see if she was okay, the trail was empty. He'd assumed she had taken some short cut through the woods to our trailer.

We tell him the whole story of what's been going on. I half expected him to say we were full of shit, but he just listened and then sat down on the couches in the living room.

Tanner's cousin gets back to the girl. He says, when she had kept trying to lag behind him, it had kinda weirded him the duck out, so he tried to keep her in front of him, but no matter how slow he walked, she was always lagging a little behind. And that he smelled this nasty smell, and it got stronger as he got to the camp. Eventually it got really strong. She had said something really low that he didn't catch, and when he had turned around she had been right the duck up on him, and he stepped back from her.

It was at this point he asked her if she was okay, and if she wasn't, him to carry her back the rest of the way, and she just kept staring. He said he reached out for her, as in to grab her on the shoulder, but he must have "misjudged the distance" because she was off to the side of where he had put his hand, like she had moved while he was looking dead at her.

So at this point, we know this shit's real, unless Tan is playing a joke, which we can tell he's not because he's almost pissing his pants.

So they load up their rifles, we eat some more, and we just kind of sit around until about 11. To this ducking day, every time I think about this, I really pray to God that it's some huge prank that my cousins played on me and just never revealed so I would shit for the rest of my life.

At 'round 11, the stink of copper turns into an actual nasty gross blood-like smell, like cooking blood and singed hair. Tan and his cousin, Reese, get the duck up instantly and grab the rifles.

There's like a half-knocking, half-clawing at the door, and I shit you not, there's this voice, and it sounds like when you see those YouTube cats and dogs whose owners teach them how to "talk." It says in this halting, weirdly toned voice, "Let me the duck in, stop ducking playing."

It made my ducking nuts creep up against my body, and one of the girls just starts crying and calling on Jesus.

It was so ducking obviously not a person talking. It didn't have the right cadence, and that's some shit that I never realized until that moment, but all people have a certain cadence when they talk, no matter what language. All people have a certain kind of rhythm to talking.

This shit didn't have any kind of cadence or rhythm. One of those YouTube cats, that's what the duck it sounded like outside the door. So now I'm in full on terror mode. We keep yelling outside "Who is it? Stop ducking around man!" and it just keeps saying, "in" or "Let me the duck in" for almost 15 minutes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qff9V27Weaw# (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qff9V27Weaw#)

It sounded like this almost, just not funny. Sorry for being on a tangent, but if you can't imagine how this shit sounded, then you can't imagine how ducked up the whole situation was.

So then the smell goes away for a while. And for the next hour or so, you can hear someone basically creeping around in the woods and shit. Every couple minutes it'll come back into the door, and say something.

Finally when the smell fades away, it's around 2 in the morning right now. Reese says, "Man, duck this!" and opens the door and walks outside with his rifle.

He fires a shot into the air, and says something to the affect of, "In the name of Jesus Christ, go away!" He fires two more times, and then from the woods right up against the river across from the trailer, it sounds like something is slowly jibbering and hooting.

Then it starts screaming and it sounds almost like a woman and a cat in a bag screaming together. Like I seriously have never heard any shit like that, and you can hear the brush over that way start to shake, Reese fires over into the treeline and then starts backing into the house.

We lock the door, and we can hear this shit keening and screaming. Reese says something had come out of the bushes, super low to the ground and crawling toward the cabin. He had shot at it.

Pretty much, that was how the rest of the night went; it was literally screaming constantly for the next 2 hours, and we could hear shit moving out into the treeline. But it never came back up to the cabin until everyone had finally fallen asleep.

Tan had been sitting in the chair watching the door with his rifle; nobody else heard or saw this, and he told me two days later, after the whole thing was over.

He said he had been nodding off after the screaming and noises finally stopped, and he had been almost asleep when he saw someone come out of the bathroom and then lay down in the middle of the floor and go to sleep. He just assumed it was one of us and he had nodded off.

Then he said he kind of realized something was wrong, and while pretending to be sleeping, he counted us. There were 9 people in the cabin. He basically didn't want to try to shoot at the ducking thing in the cabin and have it kill us all then and there, or have Reese wake up and start shooting and then we kill ourselves. So he just stayed awake all night, pretending to be asleep.

He said sometimes, it would stand up and kind of do this weird jittery thing, or heave like it was laughing. But then it would lay back down.

The story closes pretty weak, because from my perspective nothing happened. We woke up. And I noticed that Tan was a little jittery, and that he was avoiding looking at all of us. But we ate some breakfast, packed up and started walking to his house. He stayed last in the cabin and said he'd lock up and bring me my uncle's keys; to just start walking and he'd catch up. Which I didn't really want to ducking do.

We got a little bit up the path, and when he came running up, basically we just jogged back to his house. His cousin took us home.

There was a window in the bathroom. Tan had gone back to lock up and looked in there. We were too stupid to lock a screenless window. The window was ducking up when he went in there.

I'm guessing it had been doing that all along, waiting for us to fall asleep or slip up and then getting in among us. It walked with us all the Goddamn way back to his house, and then he said it lagged to the back of the group and looked him dead in the eyes before walking into the woods. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 13, 2014, 05:52:55 PM
:o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o

Snake, that is super creepy.
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I know right. Here's another one.

I used to hunt Elk in an area of the Oregon Coast range known as God's Valley. My best friends father introduced us to this area. It was a large farmstead in the middle of the Tillamook State Forest that had been abandoned to the state when the owner died in the 1940's. All that was left were several large grass fields surrounded by dense forest. It was prime elk habitat as the elk would come down to the fields to graze at night. My friend and I noticed some strange things about the area while camping in the summer and hunting in the fall. There was an area about 1/2 mile from camp we referred to as the Dead Zone. It was a strange area that gave us bad vibes. The forest would be alive with game and game trails. Elk, pheasant, squirrel, coyote etc. Then almost like crossing a line painted on the ground there was an area about 1/4 mile long where nothing and I mean nothing, lived. No game trails, no squirrels barking, not even birds in the trees, no sounds, even the air was still. Then 1/4 mile later you would cross another invisible line and bam! The forest would be alive again. That was the Dead Zone.
 
September 30th 1994 I left work that Friday, packed then headed to God's Valley for the Opening day of Coast Black tail Deer season. God's Valley was not a real good area for deer but I was by myself and didn't know any other a hunting areas very well. After driving for about 2.5 hours I left the blacktop and was on the logging roads. At the time God's Valley was at the end of a dead end logging road 7 miles from the highway. During elk season there are dozens of camps and RV's parked along the road and several down at God's Valley. I was quite surprised that when I arrived to the valley at about midnight it was deserted and I did not see a single camp or RV the entire way in.
 
I pulled all the way into the large U shaped clearing. At the bottom of the U was a huge old growth Douglas Fir with a rock firepit close by. I parked about 30 feet from the tree and left my headlights shining on its base while I set up camp. I had Black Sabbath turned way up as I unpacked my truck. About 20 minutes later I was bent over setting up my dome tent when the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I turned my head and thought I heard a commotion coming from the woods. It was hard to hear over the music. I walked to the drivers door of my truck and turned the music down. I listened and heard nothing so I shrugged it off, turned my music up and went back to work.
 
A couple minutes later I distinctly heard a loud snap of a breaking branch to the left of my camp. I walked to my truck and turned my music off again. I listened intently for at least a minute then I heard a very light rustle of leaves and a twig snap. The sound came from the woods on the other side of a 50 foot long blackberry bush that ended just short of the big old growth tree. About a minute later I heard another soft footfall. Then another. At the time it reminded me of my own sounds when quietly stalking game through the forest. For some reason I thought it was another hunter or someone playing a joke. I called out "Hello, someone there?!" Silence, nothing. About another full minute later another couple of soft crunches. There is a game trail on the other side of the blackberry's. Whatever is making the sound is on the trail and slowly coming closer to where the blackberries end at the base of the tree.
 
By this point Im getting nervous. Maybe it’s a drunk hunter playing games but Im by myself 7 miles into one of the thickest forests in the US. I was carrying a revolver in a shoulder holster. My rifle and speed loaders were cased and underneath a ton of shit behind the seat.
 
I drew my revolver and yelled “Hey quit ducking around, I got a gun and this shit ain’t funny!” No response, nothing. I figured I would either hear a man running away, busting brush of an animal running or something but there was only silence. About a minute later I can hear more creeping steps along the trail. It’s get closer to the gap between the blackberries and the tree. Perhaps 30 feet away now. My headlights are shining on the bottom of the tree but I still can’t see anything.
 
I made the loudest most guttural scream I could muster. I could hear it echo through the valley. More silence. A minute later more quiet stalking footsteps. Im 6’3, 260 lbs. It sounds like a man my size or better trying to be quiet. Two legs? I see a large shadow move into the gap and behind the tree. The tree is about 5 feet wide. I am now scared for my life. I fire a round high up into the tree. The gunshot echoed for a long time. I saw part of a tall shape and yellowish eyes peer at me from behind the tree. I screamed as loud as I could and fired two more shots into the tree. The shots echoed for along time then silence. I didn’t see it anymore. I stood there waiting. I had 2 or 3 shots left. I wasn’t sure. After about half a minute it just walked away into the woods. It was no longer trying to be quiet but it wasn’t in a hurry. It just walked away into the darkness. I listened for a couple minutes until I couldn’t hear it anymore. I picked up my entire set up dome tent, threw it in the back of my truck. I threw my pots, pans and cooler and everything else on top. I was out of there and back on the gravel road 90 seconds later.
 
I drove the 2 and ½ hours back to Portland shaking. I arrived at my friends house at about 3 in the morning. I woke him up and told him what happened. The next afternoon we packed several rifles and drove back. I had to show him and see if we could find anything. It looked much different in the daylight. We parked at the base of the tree and looked around. On the trail behind the tree we could clearly see it’s prints in the soft earth. It’s prints were almost half again as large as my size 13 boots. The footprints were so far apart that I had to stretch my legs as far as they would go to match the stride.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 13, 2014, 05:58:46 PM
I also have a few creepy/scary personal encounters in the woods while camping, maybe i'll share them another time.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 13, 2014, 07:42:12 PM
This one is pretty creepy too.

Here is something I experienced while at work. I am an LEO and was called to this guys house who was probably seeing a 'ghost'. Although I didnt think much of it at the time, not until shortly after when I started watching television shows like Ghost Hunter and Paranormal WItness where they talk about 'shadow figures' appearing.
 
I worked in a very busy high crime area and then promoted and reassigned to an area with little activity. It is mostly a rural. This was about 3 1/2 years ago. There were maybe 5 of us on a squad assigned to a certain region. two of my coworkers get dispatched to this house in reference to a 'suspicious person' for the second time. However, this time dispatch mentioned the caller saw someone inside. I hear them arrive on scene and then shortly after that they clear up and began taking other calls and doing their own thing.
 
About 40 minutes later the call comes out again except I am dispatched since the units who went the first few times were now busy with something else. I called one of the guys to inquire why we keep getting called out to this same place. He said its an old man who is maybe seeing things. So this time we get an ambulance to respond also just to check him out, The ambulance arrived before me. I knew this because dispatched called me saying that EMS responders are asking for me to step it up because they saw 'someone' inside the guys house. They tossed the old man in the back of the ambulance (which is against policy without strapping them in) and drove a few blocks down to wait on me.

So now I pick my step up a little bit and make sure I have a back up unit coming so we can clear this guys house if someone is inside. I meet with the ambulance driver. EMS said that they met the guy at the end of his driveway. If your standing in front of the house the front door has two long narrow windows on either side of it and you could see into the living room straight ahead. If you took a right you would be going down the hallway where all the bedrooms were and if you take a left you would be going into the kitchen/dining room area. And of course straight ahead was the living room.
 So the EMS guy said they met the guy at the end of the driveway and they noticed someone in the living room peeking around from behind the entertainment center. Then it ran towards the front door and hide behind it. It kept peeking at them through the narrow glass windows. Then it darted away from the door and took a right going down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Then they saw the blinds spliting liek someone was peeking through them,
 Now my back up arrived. We went inside the cleared the entire house. The outside of the house was all locked up with the exception of the front door that the old guy walked out of to meet EMS so no one could have made it inside without them seeing. The guy is probably in his early 70s but he does not seem to have any mental issues whatsoever. Answering all the questions, no obvious signs of any age related issues.
 
This is where it really gets creepy. I ask the old guy what he saw when the other officers came out. He was sitting in his bedroom reading a book, in his back yard he noticed a figure in his back yard standing there. He looked away for a second and then when he looked back the figure was standing right infront of his window looking inside. The second time the officers came out; he called because he sat down to read his book again. This time he noticed something moving out the corner of his eye in the hallway outside his room. . When he looked he saw a 'dark shadow figure' of a man standing in his hallway glaring at him.

This house was in the middle of nowhere,its 0130am. And his closest friends/family lived like 30 minutes away. I tried to talk the guy into maybe going to spend the night somewhere else. Like with family, friends, or even a motel. But he wouldnt do it. Finally we got in touch with the guys son who came and spent the rest of the night with the guy inside the house. There were no more calls that night.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: ZongDauHang on May 14, 2014, 04:30:31 AM
Think I saw a ghost the other day. I was driving in the middle of the night...On my way home from work, I would pass by this empty lot or field. Just when I got to the field, I saw a blurry like figure running across the street and into this field about 20 feet away from me. I freaked out and I look towards the field, and I didn't see anything. When I told a neighbor about it, he told me that that field was believed to be a cemetary a very long time ago. :-X
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on May 14, 2014, 12:05:27 PM
So, what do you all fear the most about ghosts?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: MovKuam on May 14, 2014, 12:44:13 PM
So, what do you all fear the most about ghosts?

Is what ghost fear about you that what's we fear about ghost  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 14, 2014, 03:18:48 PM
It is human nature to fear "things" that we don't understand or know.     
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 14, 2014, 03:58:33 PM
This is one of my creepy encounter as a youth.
This happened to me when I was around 10 years old.  At that time we were very poor and were living in West St. Paul's project homes located on Congress street. It was the weekend and my brother and I were watching movies late into the night.  At around 1AM my brother was tired and went to bed.  An hour later I also got pretty tired and decided I was going to sleep in the living room. 

I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the sofa, turned the TV off and slept on the floor. It was pitch black and I covered myself with the blanket from head to toe.  I was getting ready to fall asleep when I heard foot steps walking around me. I thought I was hearing things so I pulled the blanket off my head and looked around, just darkness.  I blew it off and covered my head with the blanket.

A few minutes later I heared the foot steps walking around me again.  I started to get really scared.  I got up looked around but saw no one.  I decided I go sleep in my room upstairs.  By this time my eyes had adjusted to the dark and could see evrything in the room.  I walked towards the stairs and as I neared it my dad jumped from the stairs and landed right infront of me.  It scared the crap out of me and I stumbled backwards a little.

I was like WTF dad?  He smiled at me then walked into the kitchen.  He did't turn the lights on which I thought was odd but what ever.  I walked upstairs and went into my parents room to tell my mom what happened. Since my dad was downstairs I thought my mom would be awake.  I walked into their room, turned the lights on and to my horror both my parents were asleep.  So who the phuck did I just saw downstairs. I shut the lights off and ran into my room and locked the door. To this day I never told my parents what I saw that night.  We don't live there anymore.

 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on May 14, 2014, 04:17:18 PM
snake those are some creepy stories
but seems like i've read the hunting story on here before almost to the exact words as yours

**i've read all the stories**
i guess im a ghost story-aholic but very chicken when it comes down to it being me or close to me :-\
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 14, 2014, 04:47:53 PM
snake those are some creepy stories
but seems like i've read the hunting story on here before almost to the exact words as yours

**i've read all the stories**
i guess im a ghost story-aholic but very chicken when it comes down to it being me or close to me :-\

I think I must of posted that hunting story twice.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 14, 2014, 04:54:53 PM
http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=350217&no=31 (http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=350217&no=31)

Narrator sketched out her ghost ecounter...I will warn you it's pretty scary :o
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: sharox on May 15, 2014, 03:13:31 PM
I'm glad to see people slowly posting on this thread again after a year or so. I just joined this year and I hope they keep coming! I enjoy reading them but rarely have any to share. :(

I will play it by ear and share if I find it scary enough to post it on here. :)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 15, 2014, 04:22:43 PM
The creature in teens camping out on his uncles land in Alabama sounds just like the Hmong version of P-U-Y.  I had read many stories of people in the woods that had experienced the same creature.  For example the copper, blood and burnt hair smell.  All of them described the same smell and behaviour.  I'll post some more stories soon to keep this thread interesting.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 15, 2014, 04:57:56 PM
Here's one.  Sounds just like the same creature from that other story.

Out camping with friends.  Walking along this path with my friend talking loudly.  She asked me "Oh crap, Meg did you bring that extra sleeping bag for me?" Yea I got it, we're good.  We kept walking, soon we were getting pretty far away from camp by now.  There's this awful smell of copper mixed with blood. We thought nearby campers were cooking something so we didn't think too much of it. Suddenly from the brush across the stream that our path paralleled we heard "Beeehh did yeeyyee bbrbrring da eeetra eeepi berrrggg fo meee." It was so inhuman sounding like an animal almost.  Like a deer or cat trying to talk. 

It repeated several times.  Each time it sounded more and more like my friend.  We were terrified and starting running back to camp.  We heard leaves moving behind us but were too afraid to look back.  Then we heard a low whimper "waaaitt... I'm...hurt."  It sounded just like me.  I'm crying, we kept running.  As we got closer to the opening into the field we were camping the bushes are thicker.  We're not real fit and we had been running pretty hard.  Gasping for air.  Directly from the right of us we heard "tired YET"  Sounded just like my friend but almost with a bark. 

Shaking so hard at this point.  I turned to look back and saw this massive mound of fur in the bushes.  It turned and went back the way we came from.  We finally got to the camp and told our friends what happened.  Of course they did not believed us.  We refused to stay there another night.  We packed some of our stuff, got in my car and drove to town and spent the night in a cheap motel.  At about 10PM my friend's phone rang.  It was my other friends at the camp.  "WILL YOU GUYS GIVE IT UP? IT'S BEEN 2 HOURS , YOU'RE NOT SCARING US JUST KEEPING US FROM SLEEPING." 

My friend who was with me gets hysterical telling them to leave the camp.  They were convinced that we drove back and were in the woods yelling that we were hurt and for them to come help us.  I turned up the motel TV and let them hear that we were in town.  They hung up immediately and drove to town and spent the rest of the night with us.  The next day we went back for the rest of our shit and never went camping there again.

 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 15, 2014, 05:25:54 PM
Keeping the thread alive!

One of my clients and pretty good friends has a customer whose father in law is alleged to have been reduced to a neurotic child by a terrifying SQ encounter. I have spoken to the son in law once, but "Pop" is extremely resistant to talk to anyone outside his family. I know who Pop is because he is very accomplished in a mechanical field that I'm very interested in, but I've never dealt with him. His overall reputation as a person is stellar on a bad day.

Pop loved to hunt. To avoid divorce, when he neared early retirement he and wife got some land in Smith County, TX so he could hunt often without all the disruption of taking expeditions all over the place. That satisfied wifey and he hoped to retire in peace.

Last November he was in his very nice north-facing custom deer stand on his land about 1,500 feet from the house when he heard steps coming from the south. Once the steps got about 50' away he barked out a trespassing warning to leave and never come back. He could not see behind him because the stand is mounted on a very large tree.

The steps stopped, then in 4 quick strides the creature appeared just to the side of the tree, slightly forward of it, and spun around and looked right at him. Pop started screaming and this upset the creature, which screamed too and approached the stand and JUMPED UP, trying to reach him or grab the bottom of the stand (15' up to bottom) and pull the whole thing down.

Once he got his wits a little assembled, he went on the defensive and leaned up to donate a .270 round to the animal, but he was so scared that he dropped his gun over the rail, which threw him into a panic. The SQ had already touched the bottom of the stand with two jumps and he felt his life was in extreme danger.

Survival mode kicked in hard and he went for the only weapon he could think of - cans of iced tea! Right as he leaned down to open the cooler and snatch a can of tea, the SQ backed up a few steps and Pop believed the SQ was about to get a running start so it could jump higher and get him out of the tree (I think it's possible that it wanted to keep Pop in sight - the front of the stand was solid and covered with brush for camo - he bent down to open the cooler and the SQ backed up to keep him in view - just a theory).

Pop sprang up and whaled a can of tea as hard as he could at the SQ and nailed it square in the upper face, which made it double over and groan loudly, hands over face. It seemed dizzy and surprised. Then Pop poured the ice and water from the cooler on it, and that wigged it out in grand fashion. Just as he followed by throwing the cooler at it (missed) too, it tore off to a nearby treeline by the creek and watched him through a crook in a tree, rocking side-to-side.

Right then Pop was just about bowled over by the realization that he had his Colt 1911 with him in his backpack. He dug the gun out of the bottom of the bag, aimed at the creature's head and fired. Nothing happened - he didn't have one up the snout. So he then racked the slide and right then the thing took off into the brush to the north and crossed the creek shortly after being out of site. He got off one shot and is certain he missed by a wide margin.

Pop waited a short while and dismounted the stand to return home. He was white as a sheet and crying when he got there, and it was the first time in 32 years his wife had seen him cry, or even noticeably scared. Since then he will not hunt, will not penetrate the treeline around the house, and will not even leave the patio after sunset.

Here's the kicker - a couple of weeks ago Pop's truck broke down on the thickly wooded private dirt road leading from the FM to the house. He was stranded in the middle of a sunny afternoon about 700 feet from the house. Instead of walking home, he shut himself in the truck and kept calling people on his cell phone until he found someone to come and get him for the 20 second car ride to the house!

His son in law received a hysterical voice mail message of Pop, sobbing, begging for him to come help, so the guy had to drive all the way from Nacadoches to give a hardened combat veteran and lifelong adventurous outdoorsman a very short ride from the front yard to the front door. And Pop had a .44 magnum Colt Python on him, which he now always has with him.

There were also some items missing from the site, but I've not gotten enough of a detailed account of that yet. It's my understanding that the rifle and can of tea are unaccounted for, but I'll clear that up on the follow up contact that is to occur Monday (I badly hope). There have been some other curious incidents, but nothing like terror in the tree stand.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: SleeplessBeauty on May 15, 2014, 06:18:09 PM
Thank for keeping this thread alive, Snake.  I don't think I want to go camping ever again!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 15, 2014, 07:29:49 PM
This happened during my college days.  Went fishing with a group of friends. The picture belows shows the location of our fishing area and the screams/sounds.  It was getting dark, around 10PM. As we fished away we saw a car approached our area.  It was a deputy, he asked to see our fishing permit.  Right after he got done checking out permit we all heard a loud ass scream coming from the other side of the river.  Everyone just kinda looked at each other.  Then another long scream.  It sounded like a female.  The other side of the river is all forest with huge cliffs. No way to get over there unless you crossed the river. 

The deputy looked around and shined his flashlight into the forest, just darkness and trees.  He then made a radio call.  Moments later another deputy arrived with a dog.  They told us to leave the area.  We left.

(http://s21.postimg.org/7rquaurg3/image.jpg) (http://postimg.org/image/7rquaurg3/)



2nd story.  A bunch of friends and I went camping.  We had set up camp in the location below in the picture.  We drank and BS most of the night.  At around 2AM as we were about to go to sleep we heard a baby crying about 70 meters to the left of us.  First it was a baby crying follow by laughing.  The location where it had came from was all forest and very densed.  No way to get there unless you crossed the river.  BTW this was in a state forest and not a camping site.  Then we heard a female screaming very loud.  We all got scared and started packing out shit and got the heck out of there.  We had camped there many times but that was the last time we ever went there.

(http://s21.postimg.org/isqktm92r/image.jpg) (http://postimg.org/image/isqktm92r/)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: kissmilily on May 17, 2014, 05:56:39 PM
Snake, great stories.  I was nicely traumatized.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 19, 2014, 02:41:47 AM
Snake, thanks for your stories. All those outdoor stories remind me why I selectively camp.

I remember those Congress homes. My cousin grew up there and whenever I visited them we would avoid walking by the fence along the back where she said some gal committed suicide. I still dream about that neighborhood and sure enough, there's always a ghost in my dream. 

Yes! I do remember that older woman who committed suicide in the woods (she hung herself from a tree). I saw the cops wheeled her out in white sheets. Not long after that they installed VERY tall fences along those woods. We used to play in those woods all the time but after her suicide NO ONE went into those woods.  Many kids saw strange things in the neighborhood at night.  I might even know your cousin.

One night my brother was coming home from the neighbor's house and saw a very thin and long (almost human like) creature crawling very low towards that retired home building.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on May 19, 2014, 10:36:50 AM
Is what ghost fear about you that what's we fear about ghost  ;D

In a way. I think many ghosts that have bumped into humans have had to do their own spirit-calling ceremonies to call their spirits back. lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on May 19, 2014, 10:38:03 AM
It is human nature to fear "things" that we don't understand or know.     

True. But no matter what we know about ghosts, we really can't be fond of them, right? lol

Casper isn't a real ghost. Just a cartoon.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on May 19, 2014, 10:38:51 AM
You have some very interesting stories, Snake! Thanks for sharing them.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 19, 2014, 03:21:49 PM
You have some very interesting stories, Snake! Thanks for sharing them.

Hey no problem, just trying to make this thread interesting for everyone to read.  Here's another one.

A few years ago when i was living with my parents.  I had stepped out to have a cigarette at around 2AM.  My mom hated cigarettes so i had to sneak out back by the woods.  As i was smoking i noticed my neighbor Sean down at the edge of the woods, just staring at me.  What the heck is he doing there for.  I waved at him but he just stood there. 

Suddenly i noticed it was getting hard to breath.  The air became thick and kinda humid.  It smells like the way pennies tasted (very coppery).  It was awful.  Took a drag from my cigarette and somehow got smoke in my eyes (if this has happened to you, you know it hurts like a biatch).  I'm forced to close my eyes and rub them for a few seconds.  When i looked up, Sean was closer to me.  It looks like he had walked from the edge of the woods but now he's stopped and stood still again. 

What the freak was he doing in the woods anyway.  How did he move so fast in a very short amount of time.  He started to waved at me but it's like he's jerking his arm instead of moving it fluidly (like he's not sure what he's doing with it).  It started to creep me out the way his arm moved.  It did not look normal.  I put out my cigarette and without taking my eyes off him, started walking backward towards my parent's house.  Got to the door and went inside.

Shut the door and went to the window.  When i peeked out he's staring RIGHT THE PHUCK AT ME, closer to the house maybe 10 or 15 yards away.  Went and locked very door and windows and double checked them to make sure they were locked.  Went and check the basement door, looked out saw him standing right outside the window staring at me.  He's jaw was just kind of drooping. 

When i looked at him he does the jerking wave again.  I screamed and ran upstairs and encountered my step-dad.  He asked me why was I screaming for.  I told him someone's outside the house.  He ran and got his gun and checked outside around the house.  He didn't find anything.  Later I asked my neighbor Sean about it and he has no idea what the phuck i was talking about.

   

   
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 19, 2014, 04:02:53 PM
 :toothy11: I thought this one was pretty scary.

My wife asked me if we could go camping.  Hated the idea but she seems to be very excited about it.  I told her sure why not.  Couple weeks later we drove to a secluded bit of land her grandparent's owned.  Spent hours setting up the tent and camp site.  We got everything ready and went hiking.   It started to rain a little.  We got a little wet and doubled back.  We got back to our site just as it gets dark.

Made a fire.  Wife is getting a little low on energy.  We ate and talked for a while.  Decided to go to sleep.  We had inflatable mattress and double sleeping bags.  We got in together.  She was shivering so i asked her if she was okay.  She said she was fine but kept shivering.  Moments later she said she didn't feel good.  I said to her "you said you were fine".  She lied because she didn't want to ruin our trip (oh boy we get to go home).

I felt her face, it felt really hot.  "Well it won't be any fun if you don't feel well, i think you may have a fever" i said to her.  I guess let's go home then.  Got up and helped her to the car.  Started it and turned on the heat.  I went back and started to pack our stuff.  I was in the tent deflating the mattress.  I heard the horn beeps and ran over to the car.

She said there was someone around our camp.  She said they were crawling.  As soon as she saw them moved and was sure it was someone she beeped the horn.  I could tell she was very upset.  I didn't believe her though and told her to relax and I went back to packing.  I got everything outside the tent and stepped back to roll up the mattress.  I heard her yelled my name.  It sounded like it had came from the woods. 

Why is she outside the car?  Then I heard "HELP ME MY LEG IS BLEEDING".  I rushed out the tent and glanced at the car.  She is asleep in the seat.  WTF is going on?  I heard something yelled again "HEEELLLPPP MEEE".  It sounded like my wife but somewhat off (too raspy and deep), it came from the woods.  Took down tent, rolled it up and shoved it into the car.  Left a few things and got the phuck out of there.  Drove like a maniac (very fast).  Woke up wife and had her seat belt on.  Got home and asked her to tell me what she saw.  She said it was white, though it was a naked person crawling behind some trees.  She saw them stood up against the tree and she beeped the horn and they dropped down and crawled away really fast.     

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 19, 2014, 10:19:30 PM
Yes, you might know my cousins, Snake. It was a small neighborhood. Although, I've always remember the fence being there so I'm not sure how long ago they were put up.

I need to make a mental to only read these stories during daylight.

The fence were always there but the first fences were not very tall.  After the suicide they replaced it with really tall ones.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: iHmongFatBoy on May 19, 2014, 11:53:59 PM
:toothy11: I thought this one was pretty scary.

My wife asked me if we could go camping.  Hated the idea but she seems to be very excited about it.  I told her sure why not.  Couple weeks later we drove to a secluded bit of land her grandparent's owned.  Spent hours setting up the tent and camp site.  We got everything ready and went hiking.   It started to rain a little.  We got a little wet and doubled back.  We got back to our site just as it gets dark.

Made a fire.  Wife is getting a little low on energy.  We ate and talked for a while.  Decided to go to sleep.  We had inflatable mattress and double sleeping bags.  We got in together.  She was shivering so i asked her if she was okay.  She said she was fine but kept shivering.  Moments later she said she didn't feel good.  I said to her "you said you were fine".  She lied because she didn't want to ruin our trip (oh boy we get to go home).

I felt her face, it felt really hot.  "Well it won't be any fun if you don't feel well, i think you may have a fever" i said to her.  I guess let's go home then.  Got up and helped her to the car.  Started it and turned on the heat.  I went back and started to pack our stuff.  I was in the tent deflating the mattress.  I heard the horn beeps and ran over to the car.

She said there was someone around our camp.  She said they were crawling.  As soon as she saw them moved and was sure it was someone she beeped the horn.  I could tell she was very upset.  I didn't believe her though and told her to relax and I went back to packing.  I got everything outside the tent and stepped back to roll up the mattress.  I heard her yelled my name.  It sounded like it had came from the woods. 

Why is she outside the car?  Then I heard "HELP ME MY LEG IS BLEEDING".  I rushed out the tent and glanced at the car.  She is asleep in the seat.  WTF is going on?  I heard something yelled again "HEEELLLPPP MEEE".  It sounded like my wife but somewhat off (too raspy and deep), it came from the woods.  Took down tent, rolled it up and shoved it into the car.  Left a few things and got the phuck out of there.  Drove like a maniac (very fast).  Woke up wife and had her seat belt on.  Got home and asked her to tell me what she saw.  She said it was white, though it was a naked person crawling behind some trees.  She saw them stood up against the tree and she beeped the horn and they dropped down and crawled away really fast.     


ohh scary. lucky no kids.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 20, 2014, 12:37:57 AM
According the Hmong vets and hunters, back in the old country soldiers would always carry TRACERS with them.  They say somehow tracer bullets could harm these "creatures/things" in the woods/jungles. 

I know someone (older guy) who had seen a shape shifter thing/creature back in Laos.  He said him and his friend were heading home from the next village over.  The jungle path was very narrow and it was getting kinda dark.  His friend was walking ahead of him and was rounding a curve in the path then disappeared around the corner.  As he got around the curve he saw his friend on the ground with a what looked to be a "person" standing on top of him.  The thing was about the carry him away when he yelled at the it.

It turned around and looked surprised to see my friend.  He said the thing looked humanoid but had started to change and looked more human.  It then dashed of the path and head towards the jungle.  He helped his dazed and disoriented friend off the ground and they hauled ass home.  He later asked his friend what had happened after he had round the corner.  His friend said as he rounded the corner all he remember was a black shadow/person. 

He said that if you were ever in the woods/forest/jungles hunting or whatever and if you heard voices calling out for help or calling your name, shoot some tracers as warnings and they'll never bother you.

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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: ZongDauHang on May 20, 2014, 04:09:53 AM
When I was around 12-13. One of my distant uncle passed away. So being naughty kids at the time, me and some cousins around the same age, we would wander around the cemetery just because kids being kids at the time, we did whatever to kill a little boredom. This at daytime of course. LOL It's a pretty good size cemetery, well kept, and clean. A lot of pathways through the cemetery. We being lazy and naughty and probably ghetto as well at the time. We didn't walk on the pathways, or trails. Instead we just walk right over, cut through the lawns over the decease's graves.

Later that night, I dreamed a horrible dream. Obviously the decease were very upset at us. One of the decease I remember was like an old white guy, and all I remember was dreaming of us walking over graves. And that the message I got was they were upset.

On the day of the burial, me and another cousin were a little behind everybody, so we were walking on a fast pace trying to get there for the burial ceremony in time. For some reason, we both kept our feet on the trail this time. I thought, that was odd. Neither of us would walk over the graves, like we would the other day. It wasn't until later when I told him about the dream, and he said he had a similar dream too!  :-X

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: ZongDauHang on May 20, 2014, 04:39:14 AM
second story.

when I was around 16. three of my very close buddies were killed in a serious car accident. They went out of town to visit some girls. On their way back, a drunk driver t-bone them at over 100 mph. two of my buddies died on impact, one was in critical condition where the firefighters had to cut the mangled up car to get him out.

I remember I just got my first car at the time, so I was washing it like everyday. lol while washing my car, one of my buddy drove over. I thought oh, hey whassup man? Thinking he was just cruising along and saw me and decided to stop. He got out of his car, walked over and grabbed my shoulder. I said what's wrong dude? and he said, So and So had passed away. My heart just dropped to the ground. I stopped washing my car. Sat down for a bit. We were both sad and mad at the same time. He said, he couldn't get a hold of me, so he stopped by to tell me. The rest of that day was just very very depressing.

So the surviving buddy was in critical condition and on life support. Several days after the accident, his family decided to take him off of life support.

The night before they made that decision. I was sleeping in my room unaware that the family of the friend in critical condition will be making the decision to take him off life support the following day.. I remember I was in a state of half awake and half asleep. I had a bunch of stuffs on my table. toys, electronic gadgets, like car stereos and speakers..lol it was just the thing at the time.. and I remember I felt two presence's in my room. they were fumbling around my stuffs on the table, and they said to me, they just come to say their last good bye and that they were just waiting for the buddy who's on life support, then they'll go together. Where? I didn't get a clear message but I'm assuming, crossing over.

and that was it. the next morning when I awoke. I looked at my table. and sure enough, all the stuffs were moved around. :-X okay, just joking. But this dream felt so real. their presence was strong. And the following day, learning that the friend in critical condition has been let off life support. The dream just made so much more sense then.

it definately gave me some comfort knowing they'll be okay.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: ZongDauHang on May 20, 2014, 05:16:04 AM
okay, now if you're from the twin cities. Only read this in the daytime...I don't know how true this story is but perhaps some of you MN'er's can confirmed...ha ha

So a buddy tells me. A white guy, I guess he's like a remodel kind of person. He fixes old buildings and remodel them. So He decided that he would buy a vacant building, remodeled it and turn it into a funeral home specifically for Hmong people to use. (not sure which funeral home that would be, since Im not from MN)

Anyway long story short. When the white guy was just about to finish remodeling the building, he only had a few more things to work on. But he already had his first customers. And they had already brought over the decease and she was inside the funeral home. The white guy, a non believer in paranormal, thought, he's going to finish what he has left. When he went to the restroom, he saw an older Hmong lady in Hmong clothes washing her hands. He thought, okay maybe it's just the decease's family or relative since they been coming and going all day that day.

He didn't think much of it, until he walk into the main room and saw the portrait of the decease. He freak out so bad, that he sold the funeral home to Hmong people.

So MN folks? I'm sure at least some of you heard the same or similar story right?

 :-X :-X

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 22, 2014, 07:13:43 PM
There are quite a few of funeral homes in MN.  Maybe it could be the one on Dale street, but it's since been demolished.  That funeral home was definitely creepy.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 22, 2014, 07:43:58 PM
Speaking of creepy here's another story for your reading pleasure.

In the summer of 2010 I ended up in Hardingsburg, Kentucky for my grandmother's funeral.  The other time I had been up there was when I had been younger, and it was so that my grandpa could become a priest for my dad's current marriage.

Anyways I was in Kentucky for 5-6 days and spent every night at my cousin/aunt's (I am not really sure which she is) house.  Of the grandchildren who were "grownup" I was the youngest and ended up on babysitting duty for the majority of the time up there.  I stayed in a little trailer at the top of a hillock along with a bunch of my younger cousins.  During the day everyone would go over to my grandpa's and leave me there with the kids, and then come home for a few hours and put the kids to bed before heading back out to go and do God knows what.

I stayed up pretty late on the last night we were there.  The kids were in bed and I had the place to myself quite a while so I figured I would go and sit on the porch enjoying a cigarette.  As I walked out the door there was this God awful stench.  It was a metallic/rotten/shitty smell that is really hard to described, but I am sure if you had smell it you know what I saying.  It was just this gross ass stench that hit me like a ton of bricks when I got outside.  I started gagging and walked down the stairs of the trailer thinking I would get some fresh air off the porch.  As I got down I saw in the moonlight what looked like one of my younger cousins, Aiden. 

He was just kind of standing there with his back to me a good 50ft away from the trailer.  I yelled out to the little bastard that he needed to get back inside or his mom would skin him alive but he just kept standing there.  I kept hollering and walked up to him and as I got closer I noticed he seemed kind off.  He was standing but he had his knees bent at weird angles to each other and his head was cocked to the side a little.  I tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.  Aiden had this crazy, maniac smile on his face and sweat was just pouring out of his little forhead.  He started shaking and it took me a moment to realize that he was laughing but no sound were coming out.  I tried to pick him up and carried him inside so I could look at him in some decent light and made sure he was okay, but he must of have stepped back as I tried to get him.

I snatched at him again and I caught him.  He just started screaming in this really freaky guttural voice I didn't think he could make.  It was just way too deep and gruff for a 5 year old to make.  While he was screaming he was also flailing his arms and legs around.  He ended up making contact with my groin so I dropped him and he ran off towards the trailer.  I sat there hunched over for a few moment getting some air before running up after him.

He was gone when I looked up so I ran inside hoping he would be waiting for me in the living room.  Well, he wasn't but after some looking around I found him passed out in the top bunk of his bunk bed.  I was confused as shit but I wasn't going to wake him up so I decided I would let his mom know about it when she got home.  When my aunt got home a few hours later I told her about it and she woke Aiden up to ask him about the incident ealier.  He had no clude whatsoever what we were talking about and we ended up sending him back to bed after giving him some juice.

My aunt thinks I must have had some crazy vivid dreams and made it up but the next morning while I was loading my stuff up into the truck, I smelt that same gross smell again and could of sworn I saw Aiden darting underneath the trailer.  Had he not walked out the front door a split second later along with the rest of the family I would have chased after him but I just told myself I was imagining things and didn't say anything to my family. 






Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 22, 2014, 09:24:41 PM
>Heading into woods on camping trip with college buddies
 >Me
 >Girlfriend (now ex) Sarah
 >Her friend Jill
 >Jill's roommate Rachel
 >Rachel was kinda weird; very petite, always wore an old army jacket that was too big on her, pixie haircut
 >She was orphaned at 14, refused to be adopted or fostered, basically struck off on her own at 16; did NOT like being touched and rumor was that someone tried to rape her when she was on her own; got free ride through college because "lol orphan"
 >My roommate Steve, the nerdy guy
 >My friend Fred; he was Japanese and his name wasn't actually Fred, we called him that because his freshman year he dressed like Fred from Scooby-Doo
 >Fred's roommate Bill
 >Bill had a reputation as a creeper, but he was a really nice guy, did charity stuff and would give you the shirt off his back. Before I really knew him well, I called him for help when I got stranded on the roadside; he drove three hours in the middle of the night to get me and he didn't even know my name at the time.
 >Bill was a survivalist and a nerd, so he was constantly bombarding us with random trivia and survival stuff. He once showed me some smoke grenades he'd rebuilt into chlorine gas grenades. Why? Because he could.
 >Bill, needless to say, had never been laid in his entire life.
 >We all head into the woods to stay at a cabin Steve's uncle had built
 >We get there and the cabin is... shit.
 >It's literally made of plywood with exposed insulation, there are no windows, and only three rooms. It DOES have a nice wood-burning stove though.
 >Set up sleeping bags on the old army cots in the two 'bedrooms', girls in one room, boys in the other
 >We start a fire in the wood stove to warm the place up and start talking about what we're going to do in the morning
 >Cook chili on top of stove
 >Fred and Bill start trading racist jokes aimed at one another; it's their thing. Bill is practically a white supremacist and Fred is so nationalist he thinks the Japanese Empire should have won WWII

>Naturally, Fred and Bill get along and that's why they became roommates
 >Girls are weirded out by their antics, except Rachel, who's ignoring us all and playing with a Zippo
 >Jill needs to pee, only place to do it is behind a bush
 >Girls go together for some reason and we can hear them giggling and talking while Jill squats behind the bush
 >Ignore them and laugh while Bill tells Fred his ancestors weren't nuked enough and Fred calls him a filthy gaijin roundeye
 >Girls suddenly come running back, complaining about a stench
 >What ste- oh, duck
 >It smells like road kill rotting in the sun and something metallic, like burnt copper or smoldering wire
 >Holy hell, did that come out of you?
 >Jill squawks in indignation
>We all head inside to get away from the stench
 >Bill and Fred finish their racist jokes aimed at each other and move on to mocking Jews and the Holocaust
 >Girls give them a look that says they will never get laid, ever
 >Suddenly, there's a loud screech outside the cabin
 >Sounds like a woman being murdered
 >Everyone but Bill jumps and looks at the door
 >Bill calmly announces, "it's a fox, chill"
 >Conversation and dinner resume
 >Everyone eventually heads to bed

>Spend the next day hiking and exploring
 >Find a pond, the girls (minus Rachel) want to swim in it
 >Steve points out that it's too cold to swim and the pond is stagnant runoff from the hills
 >Bill suggests plinking and I get out my .22 rifle and we shoot at our empty chili can
 >Everyone participates, except Rachel, who just sort of stands off to one side playing with her lighter
 >Bill suggests getting out his FAL and shooting with it, but the girls don't want to shoot a big gun; he's disappointed
 >I didn't even know he'd brought it, but this doesn't surprise me
 >Head back to the cabin to play Risk
 >Bill and Rachel end up wiping us all out and ending in a stalemate
 >Night falls, we build a fire in the stove again
 >Charades! Yes, we're THAT bored!
 >Steve is pantomiming when suddenly there's a loud shriek outside
 >"Was... was that another fox?"
 >Bill replies, "nope, that was a rabbit's death scream. That's the only time they make a sound, when they're dying."
 >Well, thanks for that creepy trivia, Bill.
 >Continue charades
 >Suddenly, horrid stench fills the cabin
 >Everyone complains and the girls retreat to their room to escape the smell
 >Thump against the door to the cabin, like a knock
 >wut
 Steve cautiously opens the door to investigate
 >Blood splattered on the door
 >There's a dead, disemboweled, skinless rabbit lying on the ground right outside the door
 >Did... did a fox throw a dead rabbit at our door?
 >Creeped out, decide not to tell the girls
 >Nothing else happens, stench fades away and we all go to bed

>Next day goes much the same as the first, hiking, exploring
 >Flirting with Sarah (my gf) constantly
 >Fred keeps hitting on Jill, who is doing her best to make it obvious she's ignoring his racist Asian ass
 >Bill keeps pointing out edible plants and other survival stuff to the group; I would suspect he was trying to impress the girls, but he ALWAYS did that kind of thing
 >"Did you know most praying mantises are actually agnostic?"
 >lolwut
 >Start a game of freeze tag in the woods
 >Girls cheat and combine tag with hide-and-seek
 >Everyone gets into it
 >Eventually, everyone has been discovered and tagged except Bill
 >Where the duck is he?
 >Give up and loudly shout for him to come out
 >Drops out of the tree we were all standing next to, grinning
 >You sneaky motherducker
 >Head back to cabin
 >Everyone else plays Risk while I make out with Sarah in the back
 >Suddenly, Steve runs in and I yank my hand out of her bra
 >"Dude, what the hell?"
 >"What?"
 >"How did you do that?"
 >"Do what?! Dude, could we get some privacy here?"
 >"No, seriously, how did you do that?"
 >"Do what?!"
 >"You were outside yelling for Bill to come out."
 >"When?"
 >"Just now!"
 >Clearly I've been in here the whole time and the only way in or out of the cabin is the front door
 >Dismiss it as a failed prank Steve was trying to pull on me
 >Back to sexy time
 >Yank my hand out of her bra a second time when Fred comes in and yells for us to come here quick
 >I'm pissed now

>"What the hell, guys?"
 >"Shh! Listen!"
 >I don't hear anything
 >"What are y-"
 >Suddenly I hear a voice out in the woods
 >"Ok, Bill, game's over! Come on out!"
 >It's the exact phrase I shouted earlier
 >Who the hell is in the woods repeating what I said?
 >Fred looks at me and says, "Dude, it sounds just like you!"
 >Whoever it is shouts again and it really does sound just like me
 >"Who the hell is out there?"
 >Steve cracks the door open to peek outside, doesn't see anything
 >"Who's out there?"
 >Silence. Then...
 >"Ok Bill, game's over! Come on out!"
 >Bill shrugs and steps outside
 >"I'm here! What do you want?"
 >Silence. Maybe whoever it is hadn't thought this far ahead.
 >Bill stands there for a minute, then comes back inside
 >"Dude, are you nuts? We don't know who could be out there!"
 >In typical Bill fashion, zero ducks were given
 >Instead, he calmly gets out his FAL, which is the biggest rifle I've ever seen, and slaps a 30 round clip into it and chambers a round
 >Then he turns on the flashlight clipped on the barrel and walks outside
 >"If I'm not back in ten minutes, leave without me."
 >Dude, WTF

>We wait, Steve standing watch at the door
 >We can see Bill's flashlight bobbing around in the trees; we watch as he pauses, scans all around him, then continues deeper into the woods
 >After a while, we can't see his light through the trees anymore
 >Sarah and Jill are getting scared and retreat to their room; Rachel hangs out with us three guys as we wait for Bill to return
 >Twenty minutes pass and no sign of Bill
 >"If this is a joke, it's not funny."
 >Fred swears it's not a joke, or if it is then Bill didn't tell him about it
 >I get my .22 rifle and load it, Fred retrieves a khukri knife from Bill's camping gear
 >Steve and Rachel are still standing at the front door
 >Suddenly, Steve calls out "Bill?"
 >"I'm here!"
 >Fred and I come running back to the door and look outside; we can dimly see the silhouette of someone standing just inside the tree line
 >"Bill? What took you so long?"
 >"I'm here!"
 >Start getting a creepy vibe
 >"Bill? What are you doing?"
 >"What do you want?"
 >The hell? "We want you to come back inside the cabin, dumbass!"
 >Then we see a dim light bobbing around in the trees, in the direction Bill went
 >Wait-
 >I'm suddenly deafened and partially blinded by the muzzle flash of a gunshot going off next to my head
 >Rachel has produced a snubnose revolver from somewhere within her jacket and fired a shot up into the air
 >"We have guns! Whoever you are, leave us the hell alone!"
 >We can't see the figure out in the darkness anymore, but the light is bobbing faster as the owner runs toward the cabin
 >Bill bursts out of the tree line with his rifle
 >"Why are you still here? I told you to leave if I took more than ten minutes! I've been half an hour! Who's shooting?"

>"Dude, where the hell were you?!"
 >"Something was following me down the trail, so I fish hooked to ambush it, but it went back the way I came. I waited a little longer in case it was trying the same thing, then I took my time coming back so I could hear it if it followed me again."
 >Then he gives us all a dirty look and says, "I told you to leave my ass if I was gone more than ten minutes. It's like you people have never seen these movies before."
 >Jill and Sarah are freaked out over the person imitating us, and then the gunshot
 >Rachel just calmly swaps out the spent round in her revolver for a fresh one
 >I'm not sure she's even old enough to legally own a handgun
 >Well, now we know how she handled herself living on the streets as a homeless person
 >Bill gathers us in the front room and insists on a rational discussion of what's happened
 >We eventually decide it's someone pranking us and they're just really good at imitating voices. And repeat the same phrases we shouted earlier. And is in the middle of ducking nowhere screwing with some college students
 >Right
 >We all eventually go to sleep, but I noticed Bill kept his rifle within arm's reach
 >The next morning there was a dead something or other with its skin missing and its guts splattered all over the front of the cabin; Bill thought it was either a possum or raccoon

>The girls are thoroughly creeped out now and insist on leaving
 >Sarah is convinced it's some serial killer and the dead animals are a warning or some sick gift
 >Bill isn't entirely convinced the dead animals weren't left there by a bobcat or something, but is also convinced there's a person out in the woods ducking with us
 >Steve and Fred don't know WTF is going on, but they don't think it's funny
 >We all eventually decide we're going to find whoever is messing with us and get them back
 >The girls are too scared to leave the cabin
 >Bill recruits Fred as his assistant and they spend the day building booby traps, digging pits, and rigging "perimeter alarms" from empty cans full of pebbles
 >Steve retrieves a hatchet from the wood pile and nominates himself captain of the Creepy Cabin Self-Defense Squad, since it's his uncle's place
 >Everyone basically ignores him and Bill becomes de facto leader since he seems like he knows what he's doing
 >Finally, he and Fred finish whatever the hell they were doing out in the woods and we all sit around the table playing cards
 >None of us really know how to play poker, except Jill, who wipes us out
 >Fred suggests strip poker, which the girls immediately veto
 >Then we wait
 >And wait
 >And wait some more
 >At this point, I don't care how creepy the motherducker is, whoever is messing with us BETTER show up or I'm going to be pissed
 >I regret that sentiment wholeheartedly

>Just before sunset, Bill instructs Sarah and Jill to shelter in their back room and has me and Rachel guard the door with our guns. Fred and Steve, being armed with a hatchet and khukri, are to guard the girls in the back while we defend the front door.
 >"What are you going to be doing?"
 >"I'll be up in a tree waiting to ambush whoever it is; they'll be expecting us all to be holed up in the cabin."
 >Explain why this is a terrible idea
 >Bill ignores me and tells us not to shoot unless we know 100% for sure it isn't him
 >He disappears into the trees
 >Crazy motherducker
 >Jill is insisting we all just go home (sensible) and keeps asking how we know Bill isn't just an idiot who's making shit up to look good
>Fred insists he knows what he's doing
 >We hear a rattle from one of our perimeter alarms
 >I crack the door open; I can't see anything outside
 >"Who's out there?"
 >"Come on out!"
 >It's my voice again.
 >"Who the hell are you? Come out where I can see you!"
 >"I'm here!"
 >Bill's phrase, but my voice still. I'm seriously creeped out now.
 >"Come out where I can see you!"
 >"I'm here! Come on out!"
 >Against my better judgement, I step outside the door and shine my flashlight at the trees
 >There's someone standing in the tree line with their back toward us
 >They're dressed the same as Bill, but they look filthy and the its hair is longer
 >"Who the hell are you?!"
 >No response
 >"Turn around so I can see you!"
 >Still nothing, it just stood there
 >"I have a gun! I'll shoot if you don't turn around!"
 >It didn't say anything, but whoever or whatever it was started convulsing, like it was laughing hysterically, but there was no sound
 >"You better leave us alone! This is our property! You better get out of here!"
 >It was still standing there with its back to us, but now it was jittering like... it's hard to describe, but it's like it was under a strobe light or something
 >I take a step forward, keeping the flashlight and my .22 aimed at it
 >"Do you hear me?"

>I was debating what to do next and wondering where the hell Bill was, when I smelled that stench again
 >It was so sudden and so foul, it was like being hit in the face with a brick
 >I gagged at the stink of a dead animal decomposing in raw sewage and mold and my eyes watered
 >I looked back at the cabin at the others and Rachel and Steve both shouted in shock
 >I spun around and the whatever-it-was was suddenly much closer, halfway between the tree line and cabin, with its back still toward us
 >I scrambled backwards toward the cabin
 >I will never forget what happened next
 >Fred holds the khukri over his head in a two-handed grip and, no shit, screams "BANZAI!"
 >Charges out of the cabin toward the creepy strobe light person
 >No wonder he gets along so well with Bill; they're BOTH crazy motherduckers
 >Fred runs past me, then immediately trips over a piece of stray firewood and faceplants into the dirt, dropping his bigass knife
 >The person is convulsing like something is crawling around under its skin and clothes, Rachel is shouting for us to get back inside the cabin and waving her revolver around, and suddenly the night is shattered by a deafening BOOM!
 >The creeper freezes motionless
 >BOOM! BOOM!
 >Even louder than the gunshots is an ear-splitting shriek
 >If a banshee and a cougar were slowly lowered into a wood chipper, it wouldn't sound half as loud or disturbing as whatever the hell this scream was
 >The creepy person vanishes like they were never there
 >Bill sprints into view, switches on the flashlight on his rifle, and scans the treeline
 >"I told you idiots to stay in the cabin!"
 >After some shouting back and forth, Bill and Fred investigate outside while the rest of us go back in the cabin
 >They find some blood where the thing had been standing... or at least they think it's blood, because it's pitch black
 >They can't find any footprints anywhere, and other than the alarm that was shaken when it first appeared, none of the booby traps were tripped

>They come back inside the cabin and the rest of us have decided "duck this, we're getting the hell out of Dodge"
 >Bill calmly loads three rounds into his magazine to replace the ones he shot and asks if we really want to load our stuff into the van in the dark with that thing out there
 >Good point
 >We all pack our shit anyway so we can leave at first light
 >Everyone is too keyed up to sleep and sits up
 >The stench returns, that dead animal and burning copper smell
 >"What the hell is that smell? Do you think it's the thing?"
 >"Probably, but we didn't smell it earlier when it was-"
 >THUD
 >Something just smacked into the wall of the cabin
 >Dead silence as we all grasp weapons, makeshift or otherwise, and nervously listen
 >After a long moment, something thuds against the wall again
 >We don't move a muscle
 >Something began scratching at the door, like slowly dragging your nails down the length of the door, then starting again after reaching the bottom
 >"Who's there?"
 >"I'm here! Come on out!"
 >It was Steve's voice this time, and he paled visibly when he heard it
 >"duck you! Who are you? What do you want?"
 >"Game's over! Come on out!"
 >That's when Rachel fired a shot through the door
 >Despite the ringing in my ears, I could hear what sounded like the world's nastiest cat fight as something screeched, hissed, spat, and slammed into the door repeatedly
 >She fired a second shot and the noise stopped
 >After a long, uncomfortable silence, we heard the screeching again, but far off in the woods
 >Bill opened the door and told everyone "get your shit in the van, we're leaving"

>As we started throwing shit into the van, I noticed Bill had disappeared around the side of the cabin that the thumps on the wall had come from
 >I tossed the last of my stuff in the van, then followed
>We found out what had thumped against the wall
 >There were two splotches of blood on the side of the cabin, and underneath each was half of a full-grown deer
 >Oh duck
 >It RIPPED A DEER IN HALF AND THREW THE HALVES AT THE CABIN
 >Bill tells me not to say anything about it because it'll scare the girls
 >I'm pretty sure they're already scared, dude
 >We rejoin the others as they make one last trip inside the cabin for the last of our stuff
 >Bill grabs me by the shoulder
 >"Steve, go start the van. Girls, go wait in the van. We'll get everything else."
 >The girls made no argument and got in the van with Steve, leaving Bill, Fred, and me in the cabin.
 >"That's almost everything. Fred, you go check the back and make sure we have everything."
 >Then Bill physically pulled me and Fred out of the cabin while we gave him a WTF look.
 >And then I saw someone else in the back of the cabin, wearing filthy clothes like Bill's, packing things up.
 >Oh duck, it was in the cabin with us.
 >Bill quietly pulled us out of the cabin, and I pointed my rifle at it.
 >I heard a pop like a firecracker going off and something smacked me in the leg; I looked down at my feet and saw...
 >Is that a ducking grenade spoon?
 >I looked up just in time to see Bill pull the pin from a second grenade, one of those big smoke grenade types, release the spoon with a pop, and throw it into the cabin.
 >Then he shut the door and locked the handle and the deadbolt with Steve's keys and stepped back
 >He looked at me and calmly said, "Thermite. Any second now."
 >Then he pointed his rifle at the cabin and waited
 >Steve got out of the van and joined us, asking WTF we were doing
 >Suddenly, we heard that ungodly screeching again, this time from inside the cabin

>It was like someone was electrocuting a burlap sack full of angry lynxes who all had their balls in a vice
 >Bill calmly explains to Steve that he had just set the cabin on fire with ducking homemade thermite grenades he'd brought along on a camping trip for reasons that made sense only to Bill
 >"What the duck, man?! You set fire to my uncle's cabin?!"
 >"Hey, my Risk set is still in there too." As if that made it even, somehow.
 >The screeching gets even louder and something slams into the door, HARD.
 >Bill calmly dumps ten or fifteen rounds of .308 into the door and wall of the cabin
 >The inhuman shrieks get even louder; smoke starts pouring from under the door and we can see an orange glow through the bullet holes
 >"Uh... can we leave now?"
 >"Nah," Bill casually responds. "Need to make sure we don't burn the forest down too."
 >"Dude, duck the forest! We can burn the whole state to the ground it kills that thing and anything else like it!"
 >"Also, I kinda want to shoot it if it breaks out of the cabin so it doesn't seek revenge. I don't want this shitty horror movie to have a sequel."
 >Realize this makes sense, and not just because Bill's acting as if we're in a horror movie
 >Inhuman shrieks and something slamming repeatedly against the walls of the cabin continue for a good twenty minutes before falling silent
 >The girls get out of the van and join us as we watch the cabin burn to the ground
 >The heat from the fire is barely tolerable, and we're standing thirty feet away
 >The cabin finally collapses and everyone but Bill gets in the van; he stands there watching it burn, holding his rifle like he still expects some monster to come charging out of the roaring inferno
 >I know for a fact he's going to be bragging to the entire campus about how he singlehandedly slew a monster when we get back

>Finally, the cabin has burnt to the point that it's just a crackling, smoldering pile of charcoal and ashes, not even a dim orange glow visible in the darkness
 >Bill stretches his limbs, then gets in the van and tells Steve to drive into the town so we can get gas and breakfast
 >We arrive in a town of maybe 400 people an hour later, and stop at a combination gas station/diner
 >As we walk in, Bill jokingly comments that if we were really in a horror movie, he'd have at least earned a blowjob from the heroine
 >Rachel grabs him by the head and pulls him into the back of the diner/gas station
 >We don't see them again until after we've ordered breakfast and our food has arrived
 >I only have Bill's word for this, but he claims she pulled him into the bathroom and blew him on the spot
 >They've been going out ever since, for almost two years now
 >Steve told his uncle that the cabin burned down because the chimney for the wood stove got clogged or something and caught fire
 >His uncle doesn't care since it was a shitty cabin he built in a single weekend and is just glad we're all ok and didn't burn the woods down
 >We've never gone back there, but Steve's uncle has gone camping there several times since, mostly during hunting season, and hasn't seen or heard anything odd
 >Other than the skeletal remains of a deer torn in half next to what's left of the cabin, that is
 >Bill is the only one of us crazy enough to go camping
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 22, 2014, 10:43:36 PM
Last one for tonight....a very long one but good.

It was summer, 2001. I can't remember exactly, but it was probably June, maybe July. I wasn't taking any summer classes that year, and neither was my best friend “John,” who had been my best buddy since middle school. We went to a southern college that's known for football and partying, but there's a few of those, and that's as specific as I'll get.
John and I decided that it'd be fun to go camping. The weather that weekend was gonna be relatively cool for summer, so I prodded my not-very-outdoorsy girlfriend “Lauren” into coming along, and John got his girlfriend “Lisa” on board too.
Now Lauren and I had been going out for almost two years, so we were pretty close. John had only been dating Lisa for a month at most, and Lauren and I didn't know her very well. It seemed like they were getting serious, so we figured it'd be a good chance to get more closely acquainted.
Anyway, John's family is pretty country. They all fish and hunt and camp all the time. They also owned a boat, just a little fiberglass skiff with a center console. We decided that it'd be pretty cool to take the boat out offshore a bit (into saltwater, mind you) because there were lots of small islands nearby that we could have to ourselves for the weekend.
The island we decided on is known by two names. The first is what you'll generally see on charts or maps, and that's “Osprey Island.” There's probably a hundred “Osprey Islands” out there, so I'm not too worried about anybody figuring out which one I'm talking about. That being said, all the locals called it “Crab Key.” Once it was part of a small archipelago, but all of the other islands around it had washed away in a hurricane back in the 80's.

So Crab Key was a cool little island. Sand, obviously, with lots of pine trees and low scrub. It wasn't very big, but it was big enough that from one end, you certainly couldn't see through the woods to the other side. It was probably two miles long at the most, and only a few thousand feet wide.
We loaded up the boat with our tents, sleeping bags, a couple of coolers (my older brother bought us some beer, which was pretty exciting at the time,) and other necessities and set out on Friday afternoon. Crab Key wasn't far offshore, so we got there with plenty of daylight left.
We just ran the skiff up on the sand. It was high-tide, and since the boat was pretty light ,we could push it out into the surf easily. John tossed the anchor out on to the beach anyway, just to be safe. John and I had been to the island a few times before, always during the day, to fish from shore or just explore a bit, so we knew to pull the boat up near a trail that led into the palmettos. We grabbed the gear and started hiking on in. Like I said, the island wasn't very thick, so it was only about a third of a mile or so from where we beached to the spot we were planning on setting up camp.
Now, in hindsight, I really regret the spot we decided to post up, but at the time, we didn't think twice about it. You see, the island had been inhabited a looong time ago, by Indians. I can't tell you the name of the tribe, that's not what I studied in school, but there were actually quite a lot of Indian tribes throughout the southeastern US in the past, and a lot of them lived on the coast. One of the common archaeological features they left behind are called Oyster mounds.
Basically, it's exactly what it sounds like. They ate a lot of oysters, and oysters have shells. When Indians lived in one place for a long time, they tended to make huge piles of the old oyster shells. So that's what people had found there in the middle of Crab Key.

This mound wasn't huge. As an uneducated person, I'd suspect that the tribe that lived on the island probably didn't live there full-time. Like I said, it wasn't far offshore, so it might've been a seasonal settlement. Anyway, the mound was about seven feet high and big enough that the four of us, holding hands, only got maybe a quarter of the way around the perimeter. It was in the center of a clearing, and it seemed like a cool place to camp, so that's where we set up.
Now like I said, I don't know much about the Indians that made the mound. According to the older kids I knew, like our elder siblings, back in the “old days,” when they were young, you could still sometimes find neat little artifacts out on Crab Key, like arrow heads or pottery shards, but apparently so many generations of teens had gone out to the island to drink or screw that all the cool stuff had been found. I know we never saw any relics other than the shells.
We basically set up camp right next to the mound. John and I each had our own little dome tent, so it was essentially just two tents around a fire-pit we dug and the coolers. Pretty bare-bones. It was very early summer dusk, maybe eight o'clock, when we finished up our preparations. We had a big pile of fallen pine boughs and a fire going, we had the tents up, and John and Lisa had already popped a couple of Bud Lites. We were just about to settle in for a night of underage drinking when Lauren realized she had left her inhaler in the boat.
Understand that Lauren had pretty bad asthma. It wasn't bad pollen season, at least, but she still didn't like to duck around, especially on an island, a good three hours away from an emergency room or nebulizer, so we had to make sure her rescue inhaler was handy. Being the man, I told her I'd go get it, but she insisted she wanted to tag along. I was fine with that, as I figured it'd give us some alone time, so we set off down the trail to shore.


It took less than ten minutes to stroll from the campsite back to shore. We grabbed her inhaler from the console in the boat, along with her cellphone (none of us had a signal, but whatever.) I tried to put some moves down and get something going, but I didn't get any further than second base before she suddenly said she was feeling creeped out and wanted to head back to camp. I sighed and accepted it – like I said, she was not an outdoorsy kind of girl, it was edging toward dark, and it was utterly quiet out there except for a few bug chirps and the lapping of the waves.
We get about halfway back, right at the point where we can't see the shore or camp, and it's pretty dim under the trees. Lauren was wearing a t-shirt over a bikini, so to be honest, I was just watching her butt the entire walk back. All of a sudden she stops and turns around, her face all scrunched up. Just as she starts to open her mouth, the smell hits me too.
Now, I've read all the goat-man stuff, and it's always described as a weird coppery smell. This wasn't anything like that. A lot of times it's hard to describe a weird smell, but this one was pretty clear-cut. BO and death. It was as if that fat kid we all knew in school, who didn't shower or understand what deodorant was, had found a dead raccoon on the side of the road and rolled around in it. Lauren is moaning “What the duck IS that?” and I'm trying to take shallow breaths and not look like a pussy for gagging in front of her.
I look around and say “It must be something dead in the bushes.”
“God, I'm gonna barf. Why didn't we smell this when we came by the last couple times?” Lauren said. I shrugged and pulled my shirt collar up over my nose. She did the same.

Want to look for it?” I said. “It might be a deer or something, they swim out to the islands sometimes.” Lauren shook her head violently.
 “duck that, lets just get out of here,” she said. She started jogging away toward camp and I began to follow. Suddenly there was a violent rustling in the palmetto and scrub, not far from the trail. We both froze, staring toward the shaking plants. Whatever it was, it was quick and retreating, and the sound faded into the brush. “What the hell was that?” Lauren said.
 “Probably something eating whatever we're smelling. A opossum or something,” I said. We stood there for a few seconds, still trying to beat back the heebie-jeebies, and then without saying anything else, we resumed our jog back to camp.
After a few minutes, we rounded a bend in the trail and entered the clearing. John, who was standing by the campfire with his arms akimbo, whirled as we came up on him. We were both panting from the trot we'd maintained all the way back.
 “Where the duck were you guys?” He said. We were taken aback by how agitated he seemed.
 “What's your problem?” Lauren said. John looked at both of us for a second, probably wondering why we were both sweaty and assuming we had been doing something we hadn't, and then he turned back in the direction he had been facing a moment ago.
 “I don't know where Lisa went. She said she needed to pee right after you guys left.” He was taking half steps in a circle, looking out into the now-dark woods. “It's probably been a half hour by now. Didn't you guys hear me hollering?”
 I hadn't even thought about it until just now, writing this, but we hadn't. We hadn't heard anybody shouting anything at the time, and the island is small enough that you could hear somebody really shouting from anywhere. So that's something weird I hadn't even realized for the past twelve years.

Anyway, I asked John why he hadn't gone and looked for her, and he just shrugged. By now, I'd gotten over the creeps of the event back on the trail, so I suggested that Lauren stay in camp, and I'd go with John to find Lisa. It was only a little spit of sand, we could “Amish Search” the whole place by midnight, if we had to.
Luckily, we didn't have to. We'd barely left camp in the direction that Lisa had left in when we spotted her, her white t-shirt easily visible even in the twilight. She was standing in a thicket of palmetto, which was pretty dumb, considering how much a diamondback rattler might appreciate such a hiding place. She was facing away from us, toward the opposite shore. John called out to her, but she didn't respond. I called out to her, and nothing. We walked toward her, calling at her with rising apprehension, until we were on the edge of the thick shrubs. She was just standing there, back to us, staring into the dark.
John and I looked at each other, thoroughly freaked out, and then he waded into the palmetto.
He said her name once more, softly, just before slowly reaching his arm toward her. The moment his hand touched her shoulder, she jolted, and spun toward him, breathing hard. John jumped backwards.
 “John?” She shouted at him, seeming to be genuinely surprised. “What the duck, you scared the crap out of me!”
“What?” John said. “We've been calling your name for thirty minutes and you're standing here like a freak, and WE scared YOU?” She creased her eyebrows, confused, and shook her head.
 “I did not, I just came out here to pee--” She looked down. It was only barely noticeable in the dark, but there was an obvious wet stain in her khaki short shorts. “I – I...” she stuttered, clapping her hands over her mouth. She'd pissed herself.

We all stood stunned for a few seconds, and then John snapped to sense and walked back to her, taking her into a hug.
“Hey,” he said, “I don't know what the heck happened, but it's not big deal. Okay?” Lisa was speechless. So was I. It was the weirdest thing I'd even seen. I was thinking to myself about seizures or something. Meanwhile, Lisa starts crying softly into John's shoulder, and he turns to look at me with this “Go back to camp while I take care of this” look. So I did just that.
 I only had a minute or two to explain to Lauren what had happened before they reappeared at the edge of light from the camp fire. Lisa was looking at her feet, her face still deeply red, but John, without a word, went into their tent and came back out a moment later with some fresh clothes for her. She went to the other side of the oyster mound, and when she came back, she was wearing some jean shorts and a yellow tank top. I guess she'd thrown everything else she was wearing out into the woods, because she wasn't carrying any of her old clothes. The three of us had taken seats around the campfire, still silent, and similarly silent, she joined us.
It took some time, but after we'd all had a few beers, things lightened back up. The mood turned fun, we all got a buzz, and the rest of the night was what we had been hoping for. Jokes, making out, just a lot of bullshitting. We turned in sometime in the early morning, I got laid, and all was at peace with the world.
Until, of course, the sun came up.

I was awoken most unpleasantly by John shouting my name. I jerked upright from the deep, black sleep of the drunk and hungover, gasping for breath the way a drowning man does when pulled above water. John had unzipped our tent and was yelling at me from the circular entry. Lauren was pressed against me in the sleeping bag, nude, and moaning for John to “shut the duck up.” I couldn't even get a word out through my dry mouth, so I waved him off while nodding, trying to signal that I was getting up.
John backed off, finally quiet, leaving me to extricate myself from the arms of my naked girlfriend and the nice, comfy sleeping bag. I pulled on some shorts and a shirt, and groggily climbed out of the tent in the humid morning air.
John was frantically pacing around the blackened remains of our campfire. He whirled toward me as soon as I was out of the tent.
 “Dude,” he said frantically, “Lisa is ducking gone.”
Nothing was registering with me yet. I yawned and stretched. “What?”
 “Lisa is ducking gone. When I woke up, she wasn't there. I've been ducking shouting. How the hell did you not wake up?”
I shrugged, still not fully invested in the conversation. “I don't know... what?” It was starting to crystallize in my head. Lisa was gone. “Lisa is gone?” I said.
 “YES!”
I said something intelligent like “What the duck is her problem?” John had already turned around and started into the brush.
“Come on man, we've got to find her.”
I hesitated for a second, and then turned to poke my head back in to the tent. I doubt Lauren even heard me, but I told her I was going to help John find Lisa. She murmured something in her sleep.

It took me a minute to catch up with John, who was moving at a pretty frantic pace through the underbrush, calling for Lisa all the while. I didn't bother trying to talk when I caught up, just followed along, looking around us. The island is pretty wide open, nothing but straight-trunked pine trees and low scrub, so you can see a pretty long way. It isn't some twisted, gnarled old-growth forest, and it isn't claustrophobic at all.
“Liiiiiiiiiiissaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” John was shouting. It seemed pretty silly, when I think about it. Like I said, the island is so small that a person standing at one end could probably hear a loud cry from the other end without a problem. How did this girl keep getting lost? John was shouting, and I was worried that she'd had another seizure or something and was busy choking on her own tongue in a bush somewhere.
This went on for an hour, at least. We reach one shore, followed it to one tip of the island, then cut back into the woods and followed an over-grown trail all the way to the far tip.
 It was on that far end of the island that we made our unpleasant discovery. At the fringe of the underbrush, right where the bush meets the sand of the beach, we found a big swath of flattened foliage, as if something big had rolled around there to make a bed. But all of the green brush was covered in a fan-spray of tacky, reddish brown blood.
There was no doubt about what it was. John and I had both hunted, him a lot more than I. But we'd gutted deer and hog. There was no doubt that something BIG had been completely mutilated here. But there was nothing but the tacky spray of blood. No fur, no bones, no half-eaten carcass.

We were completely mute. We were both thinking the same thing, but neither could think of anything to say. I'm sure his brain was running the same routine as mine – rationalize! It was a deer. There's a bobcat or maybe a panther out here? Sure, there's an adult panther on this tiny island who eats a deer and doesn't leave a scrap of bone okay okay okay okay. The air smelled awful. It was already hot, much hotter than the weather report had predicted, and the smell was exactly like what you'd expect from a goat-man story. But there was no mystical reason for it. No question. It was the coppery twang of blood. John gulped down a gag from next to me.
So we left. There was no reason to stay. We hiked through the woods, past the gore-covered matted clearing, back toward the camp. John grew more and more frantic, and I grew more and more annoyed. I'm not going to say I wasn't worried, I was. I really was worried about Lisa, but I barely knew her, and in the past twelve hours she had mysteriously disappeared twice and was pissing up what was supposed to be a fun weekend, and to top it off, was royally freaking me the duck out.
So we get back to camp, and guess what we see? I'm sure you already have. Lisa and Lauren are sitting next to the campfire, which is burning again, cooking up some bacon from the cooler. I sigh and mutter something profane under my breath, but John ducking loses it. He runs into the clearing, gibbering like a madman, yelling at Lisa.
“Where have you been!? We've been shouting for you all ducking morning! The duck is your problem!?” And so on. Lisa and Lauren look utterly stunned. Lisa just stares at him silently, eyes wide. But Lauren takes it for a couple seconds, and then jumps up and starts giving it right back

“duck you ****, why don't you settle the duck down? We haven't heard you shouting anything. Why don't you just relax!?” About halfway through her counter-assault, she starts glaring at me, like I had anything to do with it. So I walk up, put a hand on John's shoulder, and give him the kind of quick “calm the duck down” lecture that only a close friend can give. Afterwards, he shuts up, and sits down next to Lisa.
“Sorry... I was just really worried,” he mutters. Lisa just nods. So we sit around the fire for a bit. We eat some bacon, except for Lisa, who takes her share just stares at it. Some more awkward silence, and then Lauren grabs my shoulder and gives me a “let's go somewhere private” look. We make our excuses to John and Lisa, and head into the woods on the far side of oyster mound.
We get a few hundred yards down a trail, when Lauren spins around to face me.
“What the duck is up with them?” she says. I'm unprepared, and just throw up my hands in a “what, me worry?” gesture.
“First she disappears last night, then YOU GUYS disappear this morning, and she hasn't said a word since I got her out of the tent!”
I'm just shaking my head, having no idea what's going on. “Hang on,” I say, “John woke ME up because Lisa was missing this morning, and we've just spent the last couple hours tromping around trying to find her. Then we find you guys making breakfast like nothing ever happened. What do you mean she was in the tent?”

Now it was Lauren's turn to look confused for a second. “I got up after you left, and she was in their tent. I woke her up, got the fire going again, and we've been sitting there, awkward as hell because she won't SAY anything, waiting for you two to...”
We just looked at each other for a long moment.
“This is ducked up,” I said. Another long silence.
She nodded, digesting her own thoughts. “I want to go home,” Lauren said. Part of me wanted to disagree, wanted to man up and chalk it all up to silliness and get our weekend back on track. But all I did was nod.
“Okay,” I said. We headed back to camp. John and Lisa are still sitting right where we left them, still silent. For some reason, I feel like I need to explain to John what Lauren and I have been discussing, so I ask John if he can come down to the boat with me to get some stuff we left there, while giving Lauren an “I know what I'm doing” look. John agrees and we head off. Ten minutes later and we're standing by the boat, which is resting completely on the damp, low-tide shore, a good ten feet from the shallow, lapping waves.
“So John,” I say. “Lauren and I think we should leave as soon as we can.”
“Huh?” John responds. “How come?”
“How come? Seriously? How come your girlfriend frigging keeps disappearing?”
John starts shaking his head. “duck you man, that's not cool.”
 “Look, I don't know what happened last night. I'm thinking she's a secret epileptic or something. I don't know, but it doesn't matter.” We stare at each other for a few seconds. “Lauren says she was in your tent after we left.”
 “What?” John stammers.
 “Are you sure she was... you know...gone?” I ask, trying to make some sense of the situation.

“Are you kidding? I think I can tell if there's a second person in my ducking tent dude!”
 “Okay, okay,” I say, raising my hands in a “settle down” gesture. “Lauren just said that after we left, she got up, and Lisa was asleep in your tent. I don't know what the duck is going on, but I agree with Lauren that we should just call this a weekend and head back.”
 John was shaking his head, trying to figure out what he wanted to say, when I saw his eyes focus on something behind me, and widen. I turned, and immediately saw what had caught his attention.
The plastic housing had been yanked off of the outboard motor of the boat. It was laying in the boat, the clips that held it in place snapped off. The motor had been brutalized. Vandalized, really. The spark plug wires were yanked out, ripped and torn apart from the plug heads. Most of the other wiring was ripped to pieces. The prop was completely gone, as well as the pin. It took a few seconds to sink in, just how ducked we suddenly were.
 “What... the... duck.” We both said at the same time. Before either of us had had a chance to fully internalize what we were seeing, a piercing scream echoed out of the woods behind us, coming from the camp. Without a thought, we set off down the trail at a dead sprint. We found Lauren sitting in the middle of the trail, a hundred feet or so from the bend that entered the clearing. She was on her knees, knuckles in her mouth, hyperventilati ng. She looked at us as we ran up to her, eyes confused and panicked.
“Baby!” I said as I fell to my own knees next to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. I shook her and called her name. She blinked a few times, her eyes seeming to focus on mine. “What is it, baby?” I said again. She just shook her head and pointed. John and I turned to look. In a pile at the base of a palmetto plant, just on the edge of the trail, were a pair of jean shorts and a yellow tank top. They were stained dark red

“What the duck,” John said, moving toward them for a closer look.
“I-I...” Lauren stammered. “I was coming out to...” she leaned in close, whispering, “I had to poop,” she said into my ear. “I was coming back to camp and... and... goddamnit!” she shouted. She started hitting me, softly, in the chest, her hands balled into fists. “What the duck are you guys doing? What the duck is going on?”
“Dude,” John said from behind me, “These are Lisa's...” We stared at each other. None of us could think of anything better to do.
“I want to go home,” Lauren said. I promised her that we were, soon, but we had to go pack up. She looked very unhappy, but nodded. I helped her back to her feet, and we tromped through the pine-needles back to camp. I didn't have the heart to tell her about the boat.
We get back to camp, and there's Lisa, sitting calm as can be by the almost dead campfire. John runs over to her, almost as if he's surprised to see her still in one piece, and he takes her in his arms and starts whispering into her ear. Lauren and I can see from his face that he's going to pieces, but he seems to be doing his best (in a crazy way, at least) to comfort and get through to Lisa. We're both just glad that she is, in fact, in one piece.
We stand awkwardly at the edge of camp for a bit, watching John whisper reassurances to Lisa. Eventually I decide I need to fill Lauren in on the boat situation, so I lead her a bit away and tell her what we'd seen. I was expecting a Lisa-level freak out, but she took it more calmly than John or I probably had.

“It must've been an animal,” she said, completely matter-of-fact. “Raccoons tear stuff up all the time.” There was no questioning in her voice. I nodded.
 “You're probably right.” It only took a few second to convince myself. “It was probably a frigging raccoon.” Keep in mind that I had, in fact, experienced raccoon mayhem many times in my life. They can actually cause some pretty serious damage if they want to get in to or out of something, and it wasn't hard to make myself believe it. I debated with myself whether to tell Lauren about the blood stained clearing, but decided that she was taking things way too well, and there was no reason to duck that up. So we spent a few minutes discussing strategies for getting home. She asked if John and I could fix the boat – I said probably not. She asked if we could swim to shore – I said probably, if we were really desperate. She checked her phone for signal – she didn't have any. None of us did. We were still brainstorming options, none all the well thought-out, when John found us.
 “Guys,” he said, “I'm worried about Lisa.” That got our attention. “She won't say anything,” he said. He was looking at the ground, brow knitted. “I don't know what to do.”
 Lauren nodded. “She wouldn't talk to me this morning. I'm worried too. Maybe she really did have some kind of seizure or something. Has she ever said anything to you about... anything like that? Medical stuff?” Lauren sounded almost... hopeful. Hopeful for an answer that made sense.



“Nah,” John said, shaking his head. “I mean... nothing like this. I don't know what to do,” he repeated. We spent some time in a little circle, discussing “escape” plans, but nothing great came to mind. To reiterate, the island wasn't far terribly far from shore, and John and I were strong swimmers, so if we got REALLY desperate, we could make it for help. Still, the water was shallow in places, full of sharp-as-hell oyster bars, and potentially swarming with bull sharks, so that was a resort that we weren't freaked out enough to use just yet.
Anyway, we end up going back to camp. It's probably about eleven o'clock, maybe closer to noon. It's hot as hell, there's tons of biting flies and no-see ums, and there's no spirit of fun. Nobody wants to go swimming to cool off, nobody wants to tell jokes. It's just the three of us trying to make stiff conversation, while little miss sunshine is sitting there, still dead silent. Occasionally Lisa would look up at one of us, suddenly, and stare. Mostly she'd just keep her eyes locked on the dead fire.
At one point John left to go work on the boat. I was going to go too, but Lauren made it clear that she didn't want to be “alone.” There was no reason to point out that she wasn't alone – she was with Lisa. But that didn't need to be said. John was gone for an hour or two, and he came back looking dejected. I knew that was coming – the motor was trashed.
So the afternoon passes by, with the three of us basically stunned into inaction. I mean, looking back, I'm thinking the same thing anybody reading this is – why weren't you guys building a raft, or making a shelter, or tying up Lisa? I know, I know. But we were young, and, again, nothing outright crazy was going on. We were caught somewhere in the doldrums between calm and panic.

Twilight starts to come on, and we've spent the entire day doing basically nothing. At one point Lauren and I went and gathered more firewood, so we were set for the night. Around six o'clock, John led Lisa by the hands into the tent, and laid her down. I remember looking at her through the round door, just before John zipped it up. She was laying on her back, like a corpse, eyes wide open staring at the roof of the tent.
With Lisa in the tent, we started conversing somewhat normally again. We got the fire going again as twilight was coming on, popped a few more beers, and, for a little while, we forgot about the obvious problems and started having some fun. I mean, again, the boat was weird, but it probably WAS just a raccoon. We were easily within reach of land if it came to that, and it probably wouldn't, because there was usually a lot of boat traffic around the bay, checking crab traps, or fishing, or even coming to the island to hang out. The blood, I convinced myself, was just from some predation event. And Lisa, although acting weird as duck, was probably asleep in the tent and not actively bringing us down.
The good mood lasted until well past full dark. I don't know what time exactly, but it had been dark awhile. John got up to piss, but he'd only gone a few paces before he stopped.
 “Um, guys...” I remember he muttered. Lauren and I turned, both mid-laugh. The smiles drained from our faces like something you'd see in a movie. The door to John's tent was unzipped, wide open. And the tent was empty.
“You've got to be ducking kidding me,” Lauren hissed. We were both up instantly. John was in his tent, rifling for a flashlight. A moment later, I was in my backpack, grabbing the battery-lanterns I'd brought. I handed one to Lauren, who took it with hesitation. She obviously knew what it meant, and didn't like it.
 “We've got to find her,” I said. Lauren just stared at me, wide-eyed, and shook her head.

“We've got to find her,” I said. Lauren just stared at me, wide-eyed, and shook her head.
“How the hell did she unzip the tent and leave without any of us noticing? Or hearing her?” John said. His voice was tinged with panic, kind of high pitched. He was shining his mag-light beam in random directions, the white light cutting through the dark pine woods. “Let's split up,” he said.
 “Fuuuuuuck that,” was my instant reply. “I don't know if you've never seen a horror movie, but there is no way I'm leaving Lauren alone, and there's no way I'M going out there, alone, right now.” My speech might not have been that sensible, but it was something very similar. Lauren obviously agreed, so John formed up with us, and as a small triangle of bodies and flashlights, we set out down the weedy trail that started nearest to the tent.
To re-use the phrase, we went about this “Amish Search” for awhile. Arms pretty much linked, eyes and lights facing in every direction. We'd grown up on Scooby-Doo, we weren't letting anybody fall through a trap-door, or a reversible book-shelf. When we'd first left camp, we'd been shouting Lisa's name, but after about ten minutes, we gave up. She absolutely would have heard us, but she absolutely wasn't answering. So we searched in silence, girding ourselves against the seemingly inevitable horror movie moment where the cat leaps out of the closet while the guy with the hatchet is under the bed.
Anyway, we work our way around pretty much the entire island. If it was, hypothetically, midnight when we started looking, it was probably three or four in the morning now. I could tell from the sky that dawn was a while off. Suddenly we realize we've come around to the boat. Lauren breaks from the group a bit, and goes over to the boat. John and I, who are still peering into the woods, hear her gasp.

We both whirl around. I mean, our nerves are raw, and Lauren's gasp is probably the first human sound we've heard in two hours. She raises an arm to shield her eyes from the flashlight beams we've leveled on her, then gestures toward the boat.
“No way...” I remember John groaning.
The fiberglass had been scratched to hell. Deep gouges and shallow lines were etched into every surface of the boat. The cushions of the seats were shredded, fiber padding strewn from, literally, bow to stern. We ran the lights over the exterior of the hull, looking at the frantic, deep gouges in the material. It seemed, in hindsight, that there were ALMOST patterns there, but there weren't. I wish I could say something really 2-spooky, like they were cave drawings of mastodons, or 666, or skulls and cross-bones or something. But it wasn't. It was like a three year old scribbling in a coloring book.
 And then we noticed the broken oyster shells spread around the boat. It was somewhere between low and high tide, so water was lapping at the stern of the boat, but the bow was high and dry. And in the damp sand were dozens of broken shells, many with curls of plastic and fiberglass still stuck to the sharp tips.
I remember Lauren stifled a moan, and then started crying. I put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
“I want to go home,” she cried. I remember her face, turning red. Her eyes, pink, tears pooling and running down her cheeks. John wasn't doing any better. He had returned his flashlight beam to the woods, and he was whipping it around without any purpose. Panic was obviously setting in. It was nipping at me, but I guess I was just in a slightly better place than my friends. I started to say:
 “Guys, let's just take a few deep breaths and rel--”

And then John screamed, and then Lauren screamed. John's flashlight beam had stopped, and was illuminating Lisa. She was on the edge of the trees, her face pale and her hair a messy tangle of pine straw and twigs. As in response to John and Lauren's ejaculations, Lisa began screaming as well. I don't know how the duck I managed to hold it together, but I recall thinking something kind of silly. I thought “At least Lisa is talking again.”
So I started shaking Lauren by her shoulders. She dropped her lantern to the ground. John had gotten himself under control, as had Lisa apparently, because silence descended over the beach. The only sound, as usual, was the lapping of wavelets against the shore.
At this point, I'd like to make another hindsight observation. I can't believe I didn't think about it then, but I also realize my mind wasn't exactly functioning in a logical way right then. Maybe John or Lauren noticed it, but they never mentioned it to me. Lisa was, at this point, wearing the same khaki shorts and white t-shirt she had been wearing when we'd first arrived. The shorts she'd pissed in. The outfit she'd changed out of that very first night. And only now, looking back, do I realize that she'd been wearing that when John and I had first come back from the boat. The bloody clothes we'd found on the trail? Those were the clothes she'd changed in to that first night in the woods.
Sorry if this seems a bit contrived, but some of this is only just now seeming obvious to me, too. So, back to the story.

Now, Lisa starts gasping and crying, and then she starts sobbing John's name. John runs over to her, and wraps his arms around her. She does the same. They're wrapped in each other's embrace, and Lisa starts panting “What's happening what's happening what's happening” over and over. Lauren and I turn to face each other, both speechless, when from the woods nearby rips this utterly terrifying howl.
Again, John and I are both pretty woodsy. John more than I, but we're both campers, we're both hikers. He hunts with his family a lot. We were both stricken by this sound. The smell from before I could describe, but this sound I really can't. If you've ever heard raccoons mating, they make this wild, high-pitched ululating sort of screech. That's the base. Put on top of that a helping of fake bigfoot groans from those awful Animal Planet specials and a maybe some T-Rex from Jurassic Park, and you can kinda imagine what I'm talking about.
The four of us freeze. John and I, the only two still holding flashlights, spin to face the sound, but there's nothing there. I hear Lauren mutter “Oh god” from beside me. I reach out an arm sideways, the way a dad does to hold his kid back when he slams on the brakes in the car. The howl comes again, this time seemingly closer. John, who's still holding Lisa by the shoulder, starts to back up toward Lauren and I, who are nearer the boat. I hear John muttering “duck duck duck duck” under his breath.
Finally, the howl bursts out once more, this time WAY too close, and there's a frantic commotion from the underbrush. Something is definitely come toward us now, and fast. John twirls Lisa around by her shoulder and starts to run, trying to close the fifty odd feet between us. As he does so, I do the same to Lauren, spinning her and running for the boat.

Now, I have no idea WHY we all instinctively ran for the boat. It was a third beached still, and the motor was dead as dirt. But, hey, we weren't really thinking at that moment. So I'm basically throwing Lauren into the boat, when I hear the muffled scuff of something hitting beach sand, and a curse from behind me. I turn to see that John and Lisa have fallen onto the beach, and John's flashlight has tumbled away from him. At the same time, Lauren slips on the wet fiberglass of the boat, and falls down into the bow, taking my flashlight with her.
This is the point that I still find hard to believe or remember, but I'm going to type out the first things that come to mind, and trust it to be as accurate as possible.
I'm looking at the vague, dark forms of John and Lisa laying the sand, maybe twenty feet away from the boat. The moon is pretty dark, maybe a quarter moon. From the brush and scrub emerges this... shape. It's human, but it's not right. It'd be hard to describe, except...
 Well, Lauren and I saw a movie a year later that really “helped.” I remember when he appeared on screen for the first time, the character. I felt cold, and then a bit nauseous. Lauren simply stood up and left the theater. I followed a shortly after. It was actually one of the last times Lauren and I saw each other.
It was Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. And of course, the character was gollum.
The shape was, like I said, humanoid. Very pale. It almost shimmered in the faint moonlight. It padded across the sand four-legged, like an animal, but awkwardly. Its body was obviously not designed for quadruped locomotion.

I watched with wide eyes as it bee-lined for John's fallen flashlight. It leapt upon it like a cat on a bird, and began thrashing it against the sand, grasping it and beating it into the shore again and again. This all happened in the blink of an eye, really. John, staring at this occurring only a few feet from where he lay, managed to pull himself together and dragged Lisa back up, half running and half crawling toward the boat.
 I helped him toss Lisa in, and together we began shoving at the bow of the boat, trying to get it back into the deeper water. I didn't look back at whatever was happening on the shore just behind me. The thing was squealing now, like a pig in shit, as the saying goes. I could still hear the thumping of the light hitting the dense, wet sand. And there was the light itself, of course. The beam of light was slicing up and down toward us, illuminating the boat, then up into the sky, then back down.
And then nothing. It went dark. Immediately the thumping stopped. John and I had succeeded in getting the entire boat back into the water, but it was still very shallow. Our feet were wet, but the water wasn't even up to our ankles. The girls were now screaming from where they were laying in the bow of the boat.
And then the thing screamed from behind us. If it was terrifying before, from the woods, it was far worse when the thing was screeching down the backs of our shirts. I turned to look, and what I saw... well, I don't have any trouble remembering. THAT part of the story, I don't need any help to describe.

It was like a silver back gorilla. Not so thick and muscular, but the same pose. It rested on its legs, hunched low. Two stringy, muscular arms beat the sand around it in a rage. I couldn't see the face that clearly, after all, it was dark. But I was struck by a sense of humanity. There were two eyes, there was a nose, there was a mouth. Perhaps a bit distorted, but not so noticeably as the body. At least not in the shadows of the sliver of a moon.
Anyway, it howled again and seemed poised to charge at us. What I did next was purely reflex. I reached down into the bow, and yanked from beneath the prone body of my terrified girlfriend the lantern she had pulled from my hands.
At the time, I meant to throw it AT the thing. But I missed. I missed bad. The lantern whirled past its shoulder, and landed with a puff of sand at the edge of the beach, just short of the palmettos.
The thing seemed surprised, it sniffed the air. Then it turned, and in an instant, it was after the light.
John and I couldn't move for a few moments, but the urgency of the moment took over again. We were shoving at the boat, using every ounce of ability. Finally there was a squeak, and the boat was free of the sand. We pushed more, forcing it into hip deep water. Then we both climbed in, and turned, and watched.
We could still see the frantic movement of the lantern, just a beam of light, being pounded against the sand. Occasionally we would hear a squeal or a groan from the thing on the beach. Finally, after thirty or forty seconds, the light flickered and went black. Then there was silence. The only sound was the lapping of the water against the side of the boat.

The current, luckily, was taking us away from the island. We drifted for a few hours before the sun started to come up. By then, we were close enough to the mainland to entertain the idea of swimming in. Lisa, though, was still pretty much out of it. She was talking, and crying, but nobody thought it was a good idea to put her in the water. So we waited.
 Eventually we drifted near another boat, a charter fishing guide out with a client. We babbled some story to him. I'm sure he assumed we were just some dumb, drunk kids who got lost and almost died of heatstroke. Either way, he towed us in.
And that's about the entire story. Like I said, we told plenty of people. It wasn't some great secret among us, but nobody believed it. Lisa and John broke up almost instantly. They didn't even really break up, John just never saw or spoke to her again.
Lauren and I lasted a bit longer – we just stopped talking about the event one day, until that night at the movies. I drove her home. We talked a few times on Trillian, but we never saw each other again.
 And then eleven years go by, and some stupid stories on the Internet stir all this shit back up, and I get a bug up my butt to write it down. Sorry to add another creepy-pasta to the pile. Even sitting here, re-reading this, I keep telling myself it must've just been some cracked out homeless island bum, or even one of our older siblings playing the king of pranks. But I just don't know. And I guess I never will.

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Sydney on May 23, 2014, 12:27:34 PM
Snake, I was reading your story last night around 11:30ish and then went to bad.  I had nightmare about finding treasures and a decayed body in a hidden wall.  Fortunately, I'm an early riser.  The son woke me up at 6:00 this morning before the dream got too scary.  Maybe I should not be reading ghost stories before bed time, but I do want to compliment you for writing such a great story.  You should consider publishing your stories or writing a book.  It would be a great seller.   O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: ZongDauHang on May 30, 2014, 03:35:52 AM
 I forgot where exactly but I stumble upon a video on a random website several months ago where it showed a funeral process taking place in a Hmong village in Laos or Thailand somewhere. A young man presumed decease after going underwater in a river. After a week or so, his family gave up searching for his body. So they went along with the funeral ceremony, without his body but a empty casket.

in the video, during the funeral, the video capture all these colorful, beautiful butterflies and other insects resting peacefully around the ceiling, walls, out on the porch, pillars. etc. I mean I have never seen any butterflies like that before. right on top of a pillar right above the casket, lye this giant pearl white butterfly.

The narrator of this video claims, when asked if the white butterfly was the spirit of the young man. They white butterfly flew down and landed on top of the casket. The narrator continues to say that by the next day, all the butterflies and insects mysteriously disappear peacefully. :-X

hmmm anyone else seen this video? I think it's in youtube somewhere, but I can't seem to find it. or just too lazy to find it...lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 30, 2014, 03:10:34 PM
Snake, I was reading your story last night around 11:30ish and then went to bad.  I had nightmare about finding treasures and a decayed body in a hidden wall.  Fortunately, I'm an early riser.  The son woke me up at 6:00 this morning before the dream got too scary.  Maybe I should not be reading ghost stories before bed time, but I do want to compliment you for writing such a great story.  You should consider publishing your stories or writing a book.  It would be a great seller.   O0

Sydney, thanks for those kind words but these stories that I posted are NOT mine and I take no credit for them.  They are personal encounters/experiences from various people across the nation. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Snake on May 31, 2014, 05:51:20 PM
Creepy dab tuag story.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV6Xk7QlXT4# (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NV6Xk7QlXT4#)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Runnin_with_Scissors on August 11, 2014, 03:14:40 PM
The killing of cats, I thought I posted a story about it in here before but I guess some people just don't remember what they've read. Well, here we go again but this time I'll make it short. Back in Cali' North Side Sac' Town, H N S. There's this one lady that had a really retarded son of a, anyway the boy is always sleeping during the day time and up at night speed humping pots and pans like Viagra on Viagra. She met up with a shaman and asked him for why she has this weird child, the shaman looked into it (you know, however he does it? . . . however he does it . . .) and told her that it's because when she was a little kid herself she'd brutally torture a black cat back at the homeland of Laos and that's why her life is a living chaos. The kitty didn't die after she'd poked a stick from it's donkey hole through it's mouth and hung it on a tree near her parent's garden house, it just disappear. It went straight up into the air into heaven's ER and request to reincarnate as her son to retaliate but not to pull a 187. Nothing he can do to help, she's just gotta' live it through this life.  >:D

Bro,
Even though you posted this shizniz so long ago, I'm laughing like crazy at work.  And your tag line is hilarious.

-runnin
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on August 11, 2014, 04:33:16 PM
On the early morning of Sunday, August 10, 2014, (around 1 a.m.) I was driving north just pass Marshall, Minnesota. I was on a fishing trip towards Lake Traverse.

It was drizzling and the road was quite slippery, so I was not going that fast on US 59.  Just as I was passing a sign between two corn fields, a car that seemed to have idling on the oncoming road turned right onto that side of the road, over some grass and into the corn field right below that grass field. I saw its tail lights blinking. Then the car disappeared into the corn field.

No corn was damaged. No road was there. The car just disappeared.

I think that was "their entrance" to their village or something.

Nawh, that didn't scare me. I just smiled and drove a bit faster up north.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on August 27, 2014, 02:04:25 PM
Found in the woods in Laos on 8/22/14 after 13 days of this secret neck-hanging ceremony by this pair of Hmong lovers.  Now with the nyiav effect. Watch and listen at your own risk.

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1468335593447352&fref=nf (https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1468335593447352&fref=nf)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on August 28, 2014, 07:04:28 PM
I did warn you. ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: yinyangh22 on September 04, 2014, 03:39:39 PM
I've heard very similar stories at the projects on congress. Back then some of my cousins were playing hide n seek at night, the one that was finding the others thought he found his younger brother in the closet and was pretty sire it was him, he said that his younger bro didn't say anything and didnt come out the closet when he found him. So he shrugged it off and went to the others only to find his younger brother hiding on top of the fridge and his younger bro was askn who he was talkin to when he went to the closet. They got scared and stopped playing.




This is one of my creepy encounter as a youth.
This happened to me when I was around 10 years old.  At that time we were very poor and were living in West St. Paul's project homes located on Congress street. It was the weekend and my brother and I were watching movies late into the night.  At around 1AM my brother was tired and went to bed.  An hour later I also got pretty tired and decided I was going to sleep in the living room. 

I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the sofa, turned the TV off and slept on the floor. It was pitch black and I covered myself with the blanket from head to toe.  I was getting ready to fall asleep when I heard foot steps walking around me. I thought I was hearing things so I pulled the blanket off my head and looked around, just darkness.  I blew it off and covered my head with the blanket.

A few minutes later I heared the foot steps walking around me again.  I started to get really scared.  I got up looked around but saw no one.  I decided I go sleep in my room upstairs.  By this time my eyes had adjusted to the dark and could see evrything in the room.  I walked towards the stairs and as I neared it my dad jumped from the stairs and landed right infront of me.  It scared the crap out of me and I stumbled backwards a little.

I was like WTF dad?  He smiled at me then walked into the kitchen.  He did't turn the lights on which I thought was odd but what ever.  I walked upstairs and went into my parents room to tell my mom what happened. Since my dad was downstairs I thought my mom would be awake.  I walked into their room, turned the lights on and to my horror both my parents were asleep.  So who the phuck did I just saw downstairs. I shut the lights off and ran into my room and locked the door. To this day I never told my parents what I saw that night.  We don't live there anymore.

 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on December 05, 2014, 10:43:26 AM
I have a story to tell but its going to be long. I will write it later.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 05, 2014, 08:27:26 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on December 06, 2014, 05:31:48 AM
So, 2x, what did your grandpa say to you in the dream after he has died already?

I am surprised all those noises you made did not wake the cousins up.


Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 09, 2014, 10:58:43 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on December 09, 2014, 11:02:15 AM
So I'm not sure if anyone has kids here but I have a little son who has lost his tooth yet. He is 18 months and he has a mind of his own. The scary thing that he happens to do a lot his wake up in the middle of the night crying. Sometimes he would wake up and crawl over you and just go pull things off the desk and then come running back to you like something is there. This one night, my wife said he was really scared of something in the room because when she brings him in the room he would squeeze her tightly. I'm not scared or anything because I feel like I'm never bothered but my wife and son are afraid of something in the room. Our room has 3 doors, the first door is the main door to get into the bedroom. The second door leads to a closet that leads to the attic. The third door leads to another room where all these electric cords and filters are. These two doors are blocked off so my son wouldn't be able to open the door to them. What my wife has been telling me is that there seems to be someone or something in the room. I usually stay awake until 1am to 2am and I don't feel anything or see anything.

What are your guy's thoughts...Hav e anyone encounter this before?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 09, 2014, 01:39:10 PM
So I'm not sure if anyone has kids here but I have a little son who has lost his tooth yet. He is 18 months and he has a mind of his own. The scary thing that he happens to do a lot his wake up in the middle of the night crying. Sometimes he would wake up and crawl over you and just go pull things off the desk and then come running back to you like something is there. This one night, my wife said he was really scared of something in the room because when she brings him in the room he would squeeze her tightly. I'm not scared or anything because I feel like I'm never bothered but my wife and son are afraid of something in the room. Our room has 3 doors, the first door is the main door to get into the bedroom. The second door leads to a closet that leads to the attic. The third door leads to another room where all these electric cords and filters are. These two doors are blocked off so my son wouldn't be able to open the door to them. What my wife has been telling me is that there seems to be someone or something in the room. I usually stay awake until 1am to 2am and I don't feel anything or see anything.

What are your guy's thoughts...Hav e anyone encounter this before?

I don't have any kids yet, but I often babysit my little nephew whenever I came back home or visits my cousin. My nephew, 13 months old and still enjoying his baby youth, would sometimes, whenever I babysit him, look up then slide his eyes down, laugh and would check the door, I'm guessing to see if it opens or not. One time, my cousin need me to babysit their son meanwhile they're off to a party. I played with him, hide and seek and all, cooked, we ate, and I put him off to bed. I completely made sure he was asleep and then took a shower. When I came out, I was mind blinked to hearing his laughter in the living room. He was jumping on the ground(slight small jumps), stared at the couch, and continued on laughing. I wasn't freaked out or anything, I've seen worst, so I jumped and sat on the couch where he was staring at and nothing happens. So i carry him to the bedroom and totally made sure he fall asleep. My cousins came back home, told what happens, and this is the reply I got. "Oh that? don't worry about the ghost, aunty(shaman) says he won't harm my son. He just wants visit his friend(in the past live) before he goes reborn."

Now my encounter is probably wayyy different from yours. Don't overreact that it may be a ghost because of my encounter. My cousin got paranoid after, I'm guessing that my nephew has done it a lot of times, that she went to check with our aunty who's a shaman who knows how to "look"; "saib" and i'm guessing that's what they got. I'm not expressing any religious means or anything, I'm just explaining how my cousin handled hers.

I'm not sure about your encounter/your wife's, if anything had causes your son any harms?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on December 09, 2014, 01:50:35 PM
Yeah, the year before I married my wife she had encounter a ghost actually brushing on her arm. So now she never sleeps with the lights off. We usually leave on the clock light because it has a neon glow. I, however have never been touched or even seen a ghost. I'm thinking because I don't really bother them and the don't bother me. My son is okay at times but sometimes he would be playing and talking with himself. I don't know, I love my little booger but sometimes he scares his mother too much. Hahaha. There are days and nights where he would cry non stop and days and nights where he would sleep without a problem. Sometimes I thought it was his name that he didn't like but it matches him so much though. He has two circles on his head so the OGS always say that kids with two circles are really naughty and (tsis yuav koj lus) not listen to you.




I don't have any kids yet, but I often babysit my little nephew whenever I came back home or visits my cousin. My nephew, 13 months old and still enjoying his baby youth, would sometimes, whenever I babysit him, look up then slide his eyes down, laugh and would check the door, I'm guessing to see if it opens or not. One time, my cousin need me to babysit their son meanwhile they're off to a party. I played with him, hide and seek and all, cooked, we ate, and I put him off to bed. I completely made sure he was asleep and then took a shower. When I came out, I was mind blinked to hearing his laughter in the living room. He was jumping on the ground(slight small jumps), stared at the couch, and continued on laughing. I wasn't freaked out or anything, I've seen worst, so I jumped and sat on the couch where he was staring at and nothing happens. So i carry him to the bedroom and totally made sure he fall asleep. My cousins came back home, told what happens, and this is the reply I got. "Oh that? don't worry about the ghost, aunty(shaman) says he won't harm my son. He just wants visit his friend(in the past live) before he goes reborn."

Now my encounter is probably wayyy different from yours. Don't overreact that it may be a ghost because of my encounter. My cousin got paranoid after, I'm guessing that my nephew has done it a lot of times, that she went to check with our aunty who's a shaman who knows how to "look"; "saib" and i'm guessing that's what they got. I'm not expressing any religious means or anything, I'm just explaining how my cousin handled hers.

I'm not sure about your encounter/your wife's, if anything had causes your son any harms?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 09, 2014, 03:26:11 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Petal_Rose on December 09, 2014, 03:42:08 PM
I don't like sleeping with the door or closet open. I don't like house that have too many sections and I can't see those little dark corners. I have a story to tell (true fact).

During a funeral that my sister attended. The night before the funeral open. Her and a few of the ladies went to make preparation of the funeral home. Get it ready for tomorrow. There were probably 5 of them in the funeral home. They were cleaning and all suddenly, they heard this woman laughing. It was coming from a room. There was no one there during that time. It was just them. The woman was laughing hysterically. They got really scared and left the funeral home.

Can anyone explain this?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Visualmon on December 09, 2014, 08:33:01 PM
These stories are great to read.  O0

I'd love to share mine, but I'm kinda lazy to write.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 10, 2014, 11:22:34 AM
Another one since I have an hour between classes.

"She's still there dad...she's still there"

A while back, my dad, our uncle, my younger sister, and two cousins(our uncle's sons), went night fishing after a little celebration for one of my aunt who got her Masters in Heath Administration at their house. After dinner, my uncle and my dad decided to go night fishing for crappies at Oxford Dam on highway 16(some says its called Lake Hickory or Catawba River) in Catawba County, North Carolina. Keep in mind, many, many people have drowned at this very place, especially Hmong people. They left after everybody packs up to go home. My little sister and two cousins decide to tag along and off they all went.

Here's a picture of the dam when it's peaceful.
(http://www.catawbacountync.gov/Planning/_images/OxfordDam.jpg)
(http://www.catawbacountync.gov/Planning/_images/OxfordDam.jpg (http://www.catawbacountync.gov/Planning/_images/OxfordDam.jpg))

Here's a picture of the dam when it's not...
(http://davidsonnews.net/files/2013/05/050713FLOODOxford-Dam.jpg)
(http://davidsonnews.net/files/2013/05/050713FLOODOxford-Dam.jpg (http://davidsonnews.net/files/2013/05/050713FLOODOxford-Dam.jpg))

They didn't tell me what time around it was, but it was dark so I would guess about 10pm-2am. They weren't there very long, but what they've seen, became a very long night. My dad, uncle, and the three kids arrived at the place and camp their gears on the rocks below the building(everybody's fishing spot). My uncles has one of these underwater LED fishing light lamp and he set it into the water and they start fishing. After a while they didn't get much so they decided to pull out the lamp and turn it off. Now they're just chatting and fishing for fun before they leave.

That's when my two cousins, who were a little further from the group, packed up and rush back to the group. "Count, count, count." "There's only 5 of us, no need to count dummy." "Then who's that 6 over there?" Everyone look and right there, on the rocks near the water, about 30-50 feet away from them, was a little girl all dressed in black, her back towards them. My sister said that she was crouching near the water, about a feet above her legs, just searching for something under the rocks. Everybody's hair stood up and wanting to leave at that moment, but my uncle said not to leave or else she will noticed and follow them. So they continued fishing like she wasn't there all at. Suddenly, with her back facing them, she slowly backing up towards them...still, with her back facing them. She starts to get closer and closer to them...slowly. ..slowly...and still searching.

My uncle shouted, "Ah fishes are not biting, maybe let's go to the other side and fish over there?!" He quietly told everyone to pack up. Then, my uncle dropped about 5 fishes they had and they all left the scene. My sister turned back to look because she's always the curious type. "She's still there dad...she's still there". "Shhh..shhh".They got into the car quietly and drove back home not saying a single word until they almost reached home. Hahaha.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Petal_Rose on December 10, 2014, 11:35:58 AM
These stories are great to read.  O0

I'd love to share mine, but I'm kinda lazy to write.  ;D

But you have time to read? lol You're funny..

2X, and they didn't even care to ask if she's lost?  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 10, 2014, 11:45:05 AM
But you have time to read? lol You're funny..

2X, and they didn't even care to ask if she's lost?  ;D

hahah, at midnight and no houses for a good 2-3miles away, I don't think they would want to ask her. Plus, I guess they're afraid to get an answer like, "No, I've found my place" or like a, "I want to come along with you". Personally, I'd say, she was just looking for a fishing spot. hahah
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Petal_Rose on December 10, 2014, 11:48:54 AM
hahah, at midnight and no houses for a good 2-3miles away, I don't think they would want to ask her. Plus, I guess they're afraid to get an answer like, "No, I've found my place" or like a, "I want to come along with you". Personally, I'd say, she was just looking for a fishing spot. hahah

Well, "coincidence doesn't happen" right? Or do they?  :o
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 10, 2014, 11:52:34 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Petal_Rose on December 10, 2014, 11:54:02 AM
Indeed, but this girl was seen by many people, Hmong or not, on some occasions. She doesn't haunt you or anything, she's just minding her own business.  O0

I don't know.. usually ghostly figure do not make themselves noticeable. Maybe it's just a mute homeless looking for abandonned fish to eat.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 10, 2014, 11:56:42 AM
I don't know.. usually ghostly figure do not make themselves noticeable. Maybe it's just a mute homeless looking for abandonned fish to eat.

Maybe it is.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Petal_Rose on December 10, 2014, 12:00:33 PM
Maybe it is.

Next time if you see her again. Offered her some help.  ;)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: 2x on December 10, 2014, 04:50:07 PM
Next time if you see her again. Offered her some help.  ;)

Hahah, again? I've never seen her, but if I do, I'll bring an extra fishing pole.  O0
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on December 11, 2014, 11:10:15 PM
Ok.

About the dream I had a week after my grandpa's funeral, I'll put it down on some other times. It was, indeed, an horrifying dream. I called my cousins that following day that the night happened, but none of them seems to hear or felt anything. They did woke up to see my mom picking up pots and pans from the ground though. I'm guessing I was one of my grandpa's favorites.  ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Visualmon on December 14, 2014, 11:46:48 PM
But you have time to read? lol You're funny..

Paj liab, reading is easier and I can read them faster. On the writing part, as for me it goes hella slow. Grammar and punctuation are headache - too much work.  :D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on March 23, 2015, 08:24:09 AM
Not about scary stories but something unusual....

So just over the past weekend my in laws came over and we went fishing. It was a cold and kind of windy one.
We went to this lake that had spots where we can fish. There was 6 of us, we got there everyone fished at the spot I showed them. And one went to the other side of the bridge. I followed him and I told him lets go to the 2 bridge, as we went to the second bridge, the guy that I told him to follow me said he was gonna try the area before the 2 bridge first because there was a tunnel of water flowing outward. So I continue to go on forward, as I was casting a seagull or some kind of bird dropped poop on the arm. This freaked me out as the OGS always say that if a bird poop lands on you its a sign of bad luck or something bad might happen. So I took out a wrapper from my cold and wiped it off as well as some dead grass. I didn't tell anyone but after that my in laws came and fished where I got pooped on and they didn't catch anything. I was too scared to fish so I stopped fishing and just watch them. I think it was too cold and also something there didn't want us to catch anything. So we left and came back home. Like for the past 2 days now I keep have dreams where I would be jumping over flooded paths because of a dragon that looks like a fish. Another dream would be that I'm running away from an Asian girl who keeps saying that she is here to take me away and love me because she saw that I had a very weak soul. I told my parents about it and they said they will look into. Do you guys think I lost my soul at the fishing spot? I did read on this plank sign that says the area we were in is part of the Ho-Chuck clan which is believed to also have Water spirits guarding that area, I think...
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on March 23, 2015, 09:47:42 AM
I've heard that when a bird poop on your head, it's bad omen.. but not sure about pooping on arms. As for the dragon.  But I do know a case where the woman was pregnant at the time when it happened to her. Her husband took her fishing. She slipped her leg into this one small hole. After that incident. She got really sick. She kept talking about God and saying that God is coming down. They finally admitted her to the hospital. She didn't get well so the husband finally took her home to where his father live. 5 hours away. While there, she would take off her clothes and run around naked outside. They finally called a shaman over and the shaman told them that she lost her spirit (plig) at a lake. And the dragon has taken it. They had to drive 5 hours to that lake to hu plig. After that she was totally cure.

So, not sure... hope nothing bad happens to you.


My mom is a shaman and she usually knows what is wrong. A couple years ago my younger brother went fishing at the very same spot and a week later he got really sick. My mom had to tie a red string on him and he was forbidden to go fishing there. But for me, I thought I try it out and as it seems, I think I'm forbidden there too. This place is right under a major highway and I heard there were many accidents that happen in this area. For example when they were building this over pass bridge some workers were injured, one died. In the winter car accidents happen here. There is a cemetery just across from the lake. But there are many big fishes that are caught here. Like Northern Pikes, Muskies, Walleyes, White Bass, Large mouth and Gars.

I'm thinking that I'm not allowed to go fishing this year cause I have been dreaming of dragons. I'm just thinking its nothing but maybe just a water spirit? But one thing I want to know is that what if your driving by a lake? Will I be safe or am I forbidden to even be near water? I drive right next to a lake everyday I go to work and come back.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Sydney on April 12, 2015, 09:55:34 AM
Ok, when I was in Laos visiting my adopted brother and his family, I took some pictures.  All of sudden, as the sun sets in the evening, there are some bubbles appearing on my pictures.  Can you guys see it?  I didn't pay much attention to it, but my sis said these are spirits in the open field.  She said the land was a killing field during the Vietnam war.  Ok, creepy, but see for yourself and see what you all think.  All of my other pictures do not have these bubbles, only these ones......


(http://i1298.photobucket.com/albums/ag56/splatair/DSC02080_zpsyr0hzhsi.jpg)

(http://i1298.photobucket.com/albums/ag56/splatair/DSC02070_zpsjur82a3g.jpg)

(http://i1298.photobucket.com/albums/ag56/splatair/DSC02069_zpsvrgeqvqt.jpg)

(http://i1298.photobucket.com/albums/ag56/splatair/DSC02083_zpstdmr5kiz.jpg)

(http://i1298.photobucket.com/albums/ag56/splatair/DSC02068_zpsd01cagek.jpg)

(http://i1298.photobucket.com/albums/ag56/splatair/DSC02078_zpspw0fu7bc.jpg)

(http://i1298.photobucket.com/albums/ag56/splatair/DSC02072_zpsxxqjcmpy.jpg)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 14, 2015, 10:20:48 AM
according to paranormal techiz those bubbles are called "Orbes" or how ever its spelled
freaky but interesting at the same time

im too chicken to take pics out in the wild while hunting because im afraid ima see/get something i dont want lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Sydney on April 15, 2015, 06:03:02 PM
yes, orb sounds right.  Its creepy because the sun just started to set around 5tish after we had an early dinner...its too early for spirits to roam at that time...but I just can't believe I was in the open taking those photos. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 16, 2015, 10:35:51 AM
sydney
we may think its too early because its not dark yet but i feel there is no time of when "spirits" will be out and about

my reasoning is while out hunting/fishing even during mid-day i get weird eery feelings like something is around me or watching me from time to time

i have had my fair share of seeing/hearing weird things, mostly during hunting though
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Sydney on April 16, 2015, 06:08:31 PM
I know what you mean.  I have had my own personal experiences with spooking stuff too. I used to work 2-3 jobs during my undergrad years, one of them was shelving books at the U of MN Walter library.  Sometimes in the archived areas on the 10th floor or 3rd floor where nobody has access to, you almost could hear a pin drops.  Its so dusty that you could see dust particles flying thru the shimmering light ray.  In the quietest morning or evening, you could sense a breath of air.  Sometimes, it would be a sensational brush on the forearms, like a tease.  That's when you know you are not alone.  Maybe there was something, maybe it was just my imagination.   ;D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on April 17, 2015, 04:21:28 PM
freaky!!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Kab Laim Thoj on April 20, 2015, 09:29:22 AM
I been reading all these HGS in school and i just thought I should share one of my ghost stories! I'm new to this so yeah....lol
This story was back in Thailand.
Every girl in my grandpa village thought my grandpa was the most handsome man ever! He was an orphan so he never thought of having a girlfriend/wife since he is so poor and all his aunt and uncle never loves him. Anyways, there was a girl who fell in love with my grandpa. She try talking to him,but he always thought of her as a sister/friend. Will one day she force my grandpa to marry her but he refuse too since he doesn't have the money and he doesn't like her so she decide to go hang/kill herself since she never got my grandpa(my grandpa doesn't know). One day his aunt and uncle force him to go sleep at the garden so he can watch the field of rice and cows. It was dead dark and he was sitting beside the fire with his gun. He decide to go to sleep since it was so late. Right before he was about to close his eye he heard something crawling up the hill to the garden house. He was kind of scare but didn't think to much about it. So he close his eyes as tight as he can and was holding on to his gun. That "THING" was close to the garden house and my grandpa just couldn't take it anymore since he was so afraid it'll come get him. SO he got up and decide to kill that THING! He heard it rolling down the hill but no noise. The next morning he decide to go check it out. He found a tiger!!! He decide to leave the garden and go home. He finally figure it out that it was the girl who was in love with him so much that decided to kill herself since she never had him(I don't know how he found out).  ???
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Risingstars on April 24, 2015, 12:42:27 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyNK8so_yds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyNK8so_yds)

I almost believed it....
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reyeol98 on June 17, 2015, 11:09:42 AM
Alrighty! It looks like I can add some stories to revive this thread. xD I' a new PHer but I've been reading the HGS section for a few months and finally read everything! LOL... I really like Zaj stories so I'll share an experience of mine.

So back when I was around 5-ish (around 2003), my family and I would love to go to Phalen Lake because that is where many Hmong ogs come to play volleyball, and play cards. It was a popular park for Hmong if you live I Saint Paul. There is this area where there is a big depression of hill and down that hill, there was flat area of land and a man made canal that encircles that area of flat land. Me and my bros call it the "island." Technically it was right? The island is where all the Hmong people go play volleyball and whatnot. Lol Well the lake is known by the Hmong community to have a few Zajs (I think 3). There were many drowning incidents, some including Hmong people, and the whole park was known to be haunted.

It was a usual summer day at Lake Phalen, and me and the fam were hanging out at the island. Hmong mothers were all sitting around together talking and stuff, fathers were playing volleyball, pob tawb (takraw ball), or gambling with cards lol, and then us kids would like to hang out, play some tag or whatever we can find to amuse ourselves.

Around 5-7 or so, I was getting bored so I decided to go on my own adventure. The island was pretty big do I walked to the other end where there was a roof that housed several picnic tables. On this part of the island, there isn't a lot of people around so I thought being alone would be fun. I went to the edge of the island where there were tall grasses that grow from the shore. I would catch dragon flies and make them fight each other lol. Anyway, I stopped becuae I got bored and I wanted to do something else.

My boredom led me to start picking at the tall grasses for fun. I was peeping into the water here and there, hoping to find a turtle I could watch. Then I spotted something out of the ordinary... Right near the shore under the water, was a big, fat, scaley, green lizard leg with golden colored claws. It was connect to a large, but slender body that was covered by the massive algae growing over the surface of the water. I was shocked, scared, but intrigued! I had spotted a dragon, no bs. It was no turtle nor fish. For some reason I felt like it wanted me to jump into the water and catch it. I was feeling an really big urge to jump in for some reason. But I was smart and I backed away from the shore so that I wouldn't accidently slip in but i could still see it. I tried throwing something at it so I picked at the grass and threw it in the water. I was so curious that I went to go find a rock to throw in the water, but when I came back, it was gone. There were no people around so I couldn't show it to anyone. I tried getting my older brother to come look but he was too far away.

That was a one time experience that I never told my parents about. Even today, I still wonder what was it, what was it's purpose, as why I felt like jumping in to the water. I assumed it was trying to lure me in maybe? Well too bad I stuck to my instincts haha. I am curious about learning about Zaj, so if anyone has more Zaj stories, post em!

Anyway thanks for reading my story!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on July 12, 2015, 12:14:39 PM
Can we change the mourning funeral tradition? It's too scary, especially if done in the woods like this one.

https://www.facebook.com/ying.vang.796/videos/527793654031794/?fref=nf (https://www.facebook.com/ying.vang.796/videos/527793654031794/?fref=nf)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on August 12, 2015, 12:43:19 PM
Something that happen to me...not scaring but whatever

A few years ago, when I still live with my parents, we farm at Sanger. It was about 12 almost 1 PM. After we ate me and my younger sister went to use those portable restroom. My mom told us before we left, saying that " Oh when you guys come back, were gonna be picking long green bean at the last row, so go straight to the end when you guys come back?" So we came back, me and my sisters went and got some rubber bands. I left to the end of the long green beans, like how my mom told us. I "THOUGHT" I saw my mom picking the long bean and she said " Ohhhh ua cha neyy" (I can't spell my hmong words correctly, sorry) I started laughing and almost reply back to her, but I DIDNT! I turn back to my sisters, and ask her to bring me gloves. She didn't hear me, so I went to get it myself. I told her that mom their picking bean at the end. My sister went and came back and said" No their not, no ones over their.." I was confuse like I just saw mom picking bean and then realize why would my mom be wearing all white and cover her whole head with it. I went and look, and no one was their. We went to the first row and saw my other sister and my mom. I told my mom what happen, but you know ogs, " Your lying, stop." but after we went home and couples days latter my mom believe me.

I don't know but I heard that one of my auntie was cleaning our lemon grass, and she saw these babys mouse or something all holding each other backs walking in one rows. So she told them don't mess with her, and she wont mess with them, for everyone to go freely and don't get in trouble. I ask my mom questions about it and she say if you kill one of them, they well come back and kill you and one more person (kill 1 of them, they kill 2 of us)...idk this make sense, but 5 or 4 years ago.....
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Giggles_Shyly on August 12, 2015, 12:58:51 PM
Can we change the mourning funeral tradition? It's too scary, especially if done in the woods like this one.

http://www.facebook.com/ying.vang.796/videos/527793654031794/?fref=nf (http://www.facebook.com/ying.vang.796/videos/527793654031794/?fref=nf)

That is super scary!!!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on August 13, 2015, 03:39:33 PM
pressd on the link, video came up, scrolled real quick down so i dont see the video playing but can hear it, 3sec into video X'd out of the link
this is gonna replay in my mind for a while even though its just 3sec of female crying and sum trees

**archery hunting starts this weekend for me**
so beside bears and mountain lions i have this to think about too :(
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: realism on August 13, 2015, 06:27:29 PM
Lmao

pressd on the link, video came up, scrolled real quick down so i dont see the video playing but can hear it, 3sec into video X'd out of the link
this is gonna replay in my mind for a while even though its just 3sec of female crying and sum trees

**archery hunting starts this weekend for me**
so beside bears and mountain lions i have this to think about too :(
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: realism on August 13, 2015, 06:29:46 PM
It will bring you the big buck!
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on August 14, 2015, 09:58:35 AM
i hope it brings me a big buck lol
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Lyn Song on August 14, 2015, 11:11:20 PM
Not really that scary of a story but here is something weird I experience at this one school I went to. It was 2 Summers ago that I went to this high school for summer session. The school is called Columbine Senior High School, nearing the third week of summer session there, instead of going home after school, I went to the library there to find books on some recipes I wanted to try since I love cooking and all. Usually I would just read about them and then write the recipe down to try later. I finally found one and after that went to sit in one of the desk to read about it.

About ten minutes in, for some reason I fall into a short sleep. I dreamed that I was still in the library and that the librarian had left, the room is now dark and I could hear foot steps of two individuals walking down the hallway. Instead of continuing to sit, I was afraid and crawl down under the desk to avoid being seen by these two figures. I could hear one of their voice whispering something in English, "We know you're in there and we're coming to get you." Then I heard their foot steps coming towards the library door. I also heard one of them talking to a teenage girl who I wasn't aware was also in the library. They said something about, "Do you believe in God?" to the girl. I heard she answer yes and then a gunshot was fired.

After that I was finally woke up by the librarian, she told me she is about to close the library now so she woke me up so I could leave. I told her about my dream at the same time started crying because it seem very real. She hugged me and told me I'm not the first person to had experience that same dream. Everyone who had ever came to Columbine already knew of that. I don't know what she meant by that but I know for sure I won't be day dreaming in that library ever again.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: realism on August 15, 2015, 02:43:58 AM
Columbine High school massacre of 99??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????





Not really that scary of a story but here is something weird I experience at this one school I went to. It was 2 Summers ago that I went to this high school for summer session. The school is called Columbine Senior High School, nearing the third week of summer session there, instead of going home after school, I went to the library there to find books on some recipes I wanted to try since I love cooking and all. Usually I would just read about them and then write the recipe down to try later. I finally found one and after that went to sit in one of the desk to read about it.

About ten minutes in, for some reason I fall into a short sleep. I dreamed that I was still in the library and that the librarian had left, the room is now dark and I could hear foot steps of two individuals walking down the hallway. Instead of continuing to sit, I was afraid and crawl down under the desk to avoid being seen by these two figures. I could hear one of their voice whispering something in English, "We know you're in there and we're coming to get you." Then I heard their foot steps coming towards the library door. I also heard one of them talking to a teenage girl who I wasn't aware was also in the library. They said something about, "Do you believe in God?" to the girl. I heard she answer yes and then a gunshot was fired.

After that I was finally woke up by the librarian, she told me she is about to close the library now so she woke me up so I could leave. I told her about my dream at the same time started crying because it seem very real. She hugged me and told me I'm not the first person to had experience that same dream. Everyone who had ever came to Columbine already knew of that. I don't know what she meant by that but I know for sure I won't be day dreaming in that library ever again.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Lyn Song on August 15, 2015, 05:54:10 AM
Columbine High school massacre of 99??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Idk but the school library had that really negative feeling to it especially when you go there by yourself. I don't know why in the dream a girl's voice could be heard and the man saying, "Do you believe in God?" I think that maybe because I'm a Christian I heard something like that. The librarian woke me the moment the gunshot was heard in that dream. I did not see or recognize any of the figures in the dream but I could tell there was definitely two guys and one teenage girl in it. Was there really a massacre at Columbine in 1999 cause that's the year I was born in Thailand?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: realism on August 15, 2015, 03:41:33 PM
You were in thailand in 99? Hory shet! Yes there were 2 students who killed a bunch of other students in 99. It was in the library in a school call colombine high, but if I remember correctly..it was in Colorado
 So if you live in colorado then probably yes if not then idk

Idk but the school library had that really negative feeling to it especially when you go there by yourself. I don't know why in the dream a girl's voice could be heard and the man saying, "Do you believe in God?" I think that maybe because I'm a Christian I heard something like that. The librarian woke me the moment the gunshot was heard in that dream. I did not see or recognize any of the figures in the dream but I could tell there was definitely two guys and one teenage girl in it. Was there really a massacre at Columbine in 1999 cause that's the year I was born in Thailand?
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Lyn Song on August 15, 2015, 10:47:58 PM
You were in thailand in 99? Hory shet! Yes there were 2 students who killed a bunch of other students in 99. It was in the library in a school call colombine high, but if I remember correctly..it was in Colorado
 So if you live in colorado then probably yes if not then idk

Hehehe... I'm only 16, if this happens in 1999 then I'm glad that it's over. I'll research the event of that time and see if I get any info about that. Luckily I did not attend school at Columbine here in Denver, it's only for that one summer. The last major shooting here in Colorado was the Dark Knight Rise theater shooting at Century 16 three years ago. I did not went to see that movie but a few of my schoolmates did and they were very sad afterwards. Since that event, there had been theater shooting elsewhere too so my parents warn me and my sister never to go see movie at theater anymore.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Jiggles on December 08, 2015, 08:40:32 AM
I had one of those sleep paralysis/dab tsuam dream experiences last month. It was a little different this time because I actually felt something. It felt like a nightmare.

Husband and I were sleeping. Our bed is pushed up against the corner and I slept by the edge of the bed. I remember seeing movement by the door. It was like I was half asleep and half awake; my eyes were partially opening and closing tiredly. I could see little silhouettes swaying about by the door. At first I thought it was just the kids. Then suddenly, the silhouette was next to me, standing by my head. I could feel its presence. I couldn't move and couldn't speak. I tried to ignore it, but the feeling was too intense. So I decided to fight it. I tried very hard to move. It felt like I was tied all around my body and was trying to break loose. I must've broke free because then I felt a hand with scrawny fingers grab my wrist. I began screaming and kicking and turned 180 in bed. This was in the "dream."

In reality, I was in my usual side sleep position, struggling to move and was making sounds. Finally my husband pushed me and I let out a small but louder cry. He said "it's just me." That was when I awoke. It was some time between 2-4am. I was pretty scared. I didn't  sleep again till dawn. Husband made fun of me afterwards.

I think I must've been up late and was starting to doze off, then sleep paralysis kicked in. But shit, why the evil dream.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DRTYLUVN on December 09, 2015, 10:03:49 AM
I feel you ^^
I was getting those too
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Griffith on December 21, 2015, 09:12:24 PM
Sorry quoted the wrong post.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Griffith on December 21, 2015, 09:13:37 PM
Can we change the mourning funeral tradition? It's too scary, especially if done in the woods like this one.

https://www.facebook.com/ying.vang.796/videos/527793654031794/?fref=nf (https://www.facebook.com/ying.vang.796/videos/527793654031794/?fref=nf)
Oh Dayum. WTF. Did this person hung themself.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: flinker on February 11, 2017, 12:25:32 PM
Hi everyone I too have a ghost story I would love to share. I know i am not a great story teller but just remembering these events made me sleep with the lights on. lolol.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlIm5BhNHzI (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlIm5BhNHzI) (Audio version)


This story take place about 8 years ago, at that time my brothers and I wanted to create a ghost movie.  We had this crazy idea for a ghost movie, the concepts was good, story boards were done, props were good and actors/actresses were on board.  We had a green light we just needed a good location. 
and fortunately for us our sister and her family were moving, and her house was the perfect location to film.  That house was a 2 story building, with two basements.  The upstairs had three rooms, and the main floor was just a living room and kitchen. The kitchen had glass sliding doors that lead to a patio with a built in grill.  The basement had a second living room with a bedrooms and a small door that lead to the real basement area.   I asked my sister if we could use the house for a day or so after they moved out and she said sure. 
so the day before the filming me and my brother went to the house to prep the house a little bit.  We went there to cover the windows of the rooms we planed on using for the night scenes.  Why didn't we just film there at night? well, because our sister had told us stories about the house, she had mentioned that at night their dog would just randomly sit up and start barking at the walls, door ways, empty space.  Which means.... that a.... they weren't always alone. 
and so me and my brother got there and we started to cover the windows with plastic.  We decide to cover the windows from the back of the house first then front so we could always have light if we needed to dash out of there.  So we covered one room upstairs and the kitchen windows.  Next we needed to cover up the room down stairs in the basement. 
so we headed down stairs to the room and started covering up the windows.  As we were covering the first window i heard a quiet creak by the door.  I thought nothing of it because the house was older and houses makes noises.  Then a couple of seconds later my brother ask me, hey you hungery.  I was like strange question, but no.  and so we continued with covering up the first window.  and then we moved to the second window and my brother asked me again, hey man you hungry. 
At this point i understood what he really meant.  He wasn't asking if I was actually hungry he was trying to tell me we should probably get out.  At that moment I remember a story that our sister told us.
She had mentioned that she was cooking diner late at night and her 3 year old daughter was running back and forth from the kitchen to the living room.  All of a sudden her daughter stops halfway in the hallway between the stair ways.  Then she said "mom someone is staring at me".  Since my sister was still cooking she didn't pay much mind to it.  But what she said next scared my sister.  She said "Mom he keeps staring at me and smiling."  Then my sister turned to her and saw that she was standing in front of the stairs going down to the basement, and pointing down the steps.  My sister could see that her child wasn't laughing or smiling but was scared at what she saw.  she grab her child, sat her down,  turned off the fire, and turned on all the lights and sat in the living by the door. 
The spot that my nieces was pointing too was in front of the room were my brother and I were covering up the windows.  At this point my hair on my arms and back of my head was standing.  I was so terrified to the point were i didn't want to look at the door just in case something was there smiling at us.  But we needed this window covered and i was really hopefully for this movie.  and so we finished that window in half the time and went upstairs without looking around. 
As I entered the living room from the hallway I saw a black figure standing in the right corner of the room.  I assumed my brother had beaten me to that living room because at this point we both were trying to get out of the house as fast as possible.  As I was grabbing my coat I saw my brother enter from the kitchen door way.   At that point  I realize what I had seen and walked me butt to the door, opened it, and we both rushed out and locked up.
and this is where it gets funny. While we were driving away from that house, my brother ask me "dude did you not get the hint, when I asked if you were hungry".  I said "at first no but the second time i understood".  and so he said "then why did we stay to finish up that window".  I said "because I was really hopeful for the movie and i wanted it to work out".  And even till this day he calls me crazy, and idiotic.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: flinker on March 01, 2017, 06:47:32 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxvXAu9VGwQ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxvXAu9VGwQ)

 It was about 2-3 weeks ago while I was sleeping in my room.   It was around 9 o clock on a Saturday morning and my 2 1/2 year old niece comes into the room like she usually does to play with her toys. 
So she walks in and says hey uncle and i said hey buddy, and I start to go back to sleep. At that time being half awake I can see her walking around and  playing with the toys in the room.   she then find this blueish laptop toy and starts to play with it.  She hits the buttons, it makes noises, she is having fun, I can continue sleeping.  Then all of a sudden she take the toy and climbs onto the bed.
 Now she's jumping with the toy in her hand but I pay no mind because she usually does that anyways.   Next she puts the laptop on my side and starts to play with it again .  She hits the toy with her left hand and it makes a noise then she hits my hip with her left hand.  Next she hits the toy with her right hand and hits my elbow.  I don't know how long she did this for because I was going in and out of sleep but I would like to say for at least a couple of minutes.
But what happened next freaked me out.  She did it again, she hit the toy with her left hand and touched my hip but she left he hand there.  Next she hits the toy with her right hand and she touched my elbow, but when she touched my elbow I felt something touch my shoulder at the same time.  At first I thought maybe she got tired and wanted to sleep and so she laid down.  With her foot was on my hip her hand on my elbow and head on my shoulder. 
but then she got up from where she was sitting and started to jump up and down again.  But the weight of the hand on my shoulder was still there.  At this point I instantly turned around, and I must of startled my niece because she instantly stop jumping, and I looked at her.  She was jumping on the bed by my legs.  At that point I started to freak out and I could feel a cold chill on my head. My bed is a twin mat right next to the wall so if anything else touched me on my bed that meant it had to literately be next to me.  So I grab my niece and said we are only playing with the toys in the living room.
I want to say that it probably was the weight of my blanket on my shoulder because I wear a heavier blanket, but in the back of my mind I know that it could be more then that.   
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on March 04, 2017, 04:57:11 AM
Would  you stop and  pick her up if she's hitch-hiking?

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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: flinker on March 19, 2017, 02:41:18 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luaeZaC6apY (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luaeZaC6apY)
Now growing up our friends, family parents tells us to not do things if the outcome is bad.  For example they will tell you to stop with your hoop dreams because you have no game, and in my case my parents told me not to put the metal fork in the electric out lite because it would electrocute me.  What did I do instead? I jammed a penny in the out lite, smart?  Course not because that cause the out lite to spark and then eventually short cur citing the out lite.  Thank goodness that was the worst that happened I could've lost my eye.
But with all seriousness we're all told not to play with the Fuji board, even after hear horrific stories of demon and ghost encounter we still do it any ways.  Why?  I don't even know.  Now I like many of you I have dabbled in the Ouija board many times.  Coming from a poor family buying the board from your local retailer was out of the question.  And so being the crafty people that we are we made them out of every day products.  Now the boards was simple we used note book paper, printing paper, and card boards from your friendly 12pack of soda pop.  You just put a yes and a no up top, draw a sun moon eclipse thing in the middle and put the alphabets below. Easy!  The creative part comes from creating the planchette, or the piece in which moves as you ask questions.  For this we would cut up random piece of card board lying around the house into a triangle and cut a whole in the cent of the piece to act as the eye.  I remember one time we even used a yogurt lid with a magnifying glass a for the eye, and other times we used shot glass.  Now these experiments in playing with the Fuji board, you can say, bared no fruit.  In most of these cases the planchette didn't move, or if it did, someone in the group eventually admitted to moving it later on.  But let it be that one time, when you least expect it, to let all he'll break loose.

Now it was a Saturday afternoon and we were outside with our neighbors playing around like what most teenagers do.  As we were sitting around and one of our neighbor suggested “hey lets play with the Fuji board”.  Now this wasn't the first time in which we played the Fuji board with them like mentioned before and so this wasn't that strange of a question.  Everybody bored out of their minds agree, except for my two younger brothers and me.  So we went in side and made a janky Fuji board set up, still poor still resourceful.  So everyone sat around the table in the living except for my two brothers, one of the neighbors and me, at this point in our life knew better not to play with this.  And so everyone else start the game.  At first the planchette didn't move but they kept on asking questions like is anybody here, does anyone want to talk, do you want to play, can we help you.  Now I don't know what question triggered it but the planchette eventually moved.  At this point everybody stood up and we all ran out of the house.  Now in our previous attempts to play the planchettes moved but no one reacted this way at all.  Before, when the planchette moved we all took our hands off of it and looked around to see if someone moved it.  Truthly speaking all those other times we kind of knew someone was moving it.  But this time, this one time were we gone and messed up, this time everyone swore up and down that that wasn't them.  Everyone at this point genuinely freaked out and scared didn't know what to do.  Or should I say didn't want to do what they had to do.  That was going back in and closing the game.  According the Fuji board games you must close the conversation or you will end up leave what ever is there lingering around.  The thing was nobody wanted to go back in.  But eventually after a couple of minutes everyone who mustered up the courage to go back in to finish it.  Everyone back in their same spots around the table again ask to close the game.  At first the planchette didn't move, or you can say it didn't want to move.  As each and everyone of use sat in the room we all looked at each other in fear.  Oh crap we shouldn't of left the board open and unattended.  But eager to get this done they ask again, can we leave.  But still no response.  And so they ask again and again and eventually the planchette slowly started moved.  It slowly scooted towards the yes as if it was wondering if it wanted to let them go or not.  Eventually it went to yes and we took that piece of paper and plancette and burning it in our backyard.

Now what happened here wasn't as scary as most stories, but its what happened in the next following years that will torment us.  They say when you play with the Fuji board you open portals and you link yourself or the area to other side.  Just because you burned the board and planchette, that doesn't mean that what ever you were communicating with left, it just meant they let you go.  And oh boy did we regret playing with the Fuji board. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: flinker on March 19, 2017, 02:42:57 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7pkrJ-WIdA (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7pkrJ-WIdA)

Now in my case the next few days after playing with the Ouija board something really strange happened.  Every night at 3:00 am on the dot someone or something would knock on my bedroom window.  At this time I shared the room with my 4 other brothers and so for the next year and a half we would try to sleep before 12 o'clock.  Now at first when we first heard the knocking we thought it was our neighbors because at that time we would stay up all night and play shadow puppets, or go outside and bug each other by standing by the window and scarring each other.  So when we first heard the knocking on our bedroom window, we opened the window and expected our neighbors to jump out and scare us. But when we opened the window no one was there.  And so I assumed that they took off after knocking on the window and so we didn't care too much about it.  But then later on that night a second set of knocking occurred.  This time we ran to the three windows that was facing their house to see if we could catch them, but when we looked we didn't see anyone this time either.  So we assumed that they were just really fast.
So the next day we asked them hey did you guys knock on the window yesterday around 12 and then at 3?  They sad no, but for us we were like yea what ever if you aren't going to admit it we will catch you.  And so later on that night we slept with the windows blinds open to see if we could catch them in the act.  So 12 o'clock came around and nothing happened, and by now most of us were asleep anyways.  Then around 3 o'clock someone knocked on the windows again.  This time the blinds were open so I got up and looked outside right away.  I look out the window to see if there was any movement or if my neighbors were running back to the house but I saw nothing.  At this moment I connected to the dots.  We just played with the Ouija board about 8 days ago and all of a sudden these strange knocking started to happen.  Our neighbors said that it wasn't them, and whether i believe them or not at this point I was getting scared.  And so the next day I planed to sleep early and I knocked out around 11 ish but that night my brother was up and he said heard some one knocking again.  Now at this point if it was a prank set up by my neighbors I will give them props.  I mean they are rather committed to be doing this every night.  And so the next day my brothers and I spooked out of our minds didn't know what to do.  And so what to you do when you don't know what to do?  You Google it.  So we Google “knocking on my window at night and I looked out side and no one is there”.  Really long Google search but it worked.
 After an hour or so of researching we found some information about phantom knocking.  Some people believe that when you hear knocking at night it is just wandering spirits telling you that they are just passing by.  It is to inform the people in the house that they mean no harm a that they are looking for temporary shelter for the night.
Other stories involved the 3 knocks on wood windows or doors.  It is said that when you hear that, someone in your family is going to die or fall ill.  But the more popular belief is that it's a demon mocking the holy trinity and it is watching and waiting for you.  A so armed with this NEW knowledge we were spooked out even more, and so we confronted our neighbors again and ask them “are you guy knocking on our windows around 12 to 3 o'clock” and “they said no”.  At this point I wish they said yes. And so we sat down and told them what was really happening and why we were asking if it was them.  They at this point got spooked to and swear that, those knock, wasn't them.  For the next few nights we all went to sleep early and so we didn't hear the knocking anymore.
But then a week later our neighbors said that they now were hearing knocks on their windows now too. At this point we all were scared out of our mind. For me I had thought that what ever was knocking had moved on. But instead I guess because we weren't giving it any attention, it moved to our neighbors house.  So my neighbors, my brothers, and I asked our mom if she know anything about this.  Then my mother told us that it is probably because we keep playing at night and when the ghost saw us playing they wanted to play with us too.  So they knock on the windows for us to come out and play with them.  So my mom told us to stop playing around so late and just ignore the knocking and it will eventually go away.
And so we did exactly that, we stop playing at night and went to sleep early as possible to avoid hearing the knocking.  But these knocking continued on for about year and a half.  Sometimes it would be gentle knocking and sometimes it would be violent knocking we tried our best to just ignore it.  My younger brother had mentioned that he would be so terrified at night because it didn't matter if he went to sleep earlier or not he would wake up at 3 o'clock exactly and hear the knocking by the window.  It was like something woke him up just to hear the knocks.  I remember this one incident during Christmas eve that it got so bad my oldest brother grab the cross from his room and placed it on our living room door.  Now on Christmas eve at that time we would exchange cookies with our neighbors, and so, late at night we heard a knocking by the front door and open the door expecting our neighbors to have cookies in hand.  What we open to the door to was nothing.  There was nothing there at all.  This was strange because we usually hear the knocking in our bedroom window and never at the front door.  So we closed the door and sat back down and acted like nothing happened.  Maybe about 30 minutes later we heard another knock, we checked again just in case it was our neighbors and again nothing.  Maybe about 20 minute later another set of knocking occurred this time we look out the front window to see if anyone was there and again there was no one.  Then may be an hour later we heard knocking again and this time we knew it wasn't our neighbor because it was 12 almost 1 ish at night.  So my terrified my oldest brother grab the cross from his room and place it on the front door.  We all sat and stayed up all night because everybody was to scared to sleep.  As the months went by we eventually just stop caring when we heard knocks by the windows.  I remember this one incident that happened next year during the summer.  My brother had woken me up because he heard the knocking again. He woke me up and said dude someone is knocking on the window again. And I told him to turn on the conditioner because it was getting to hot.  I guess after a while it just grows on you.  But after a year and a half all the knocking completely stopped. We haven't heard any more knocking on our bedroom windows.  Moral of the story don't play with the ouija board.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on March 19, 2017, 11:00:28 PM
Ghost activities caught on tapes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLMYMi0N8YA (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLMYMi0N8YA)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: flinker on April 13, 2017, 12:57:19 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCBeerdE-vA (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCBeerdE-vA)

   I wake up in the middle of the night, shivering, because my blankets gone. Its been raining all night, and we're in the middle of the fall season, so the room was Freezing cold. I sleep on a bed with 2 of my other brothers so i try to take some of theirs. I tug at my older brothers blanket. He wouldn't give me some of his blanket. Then i turn around to my younger brothers, and nothing.  The blanket mustve fallen off the edge, ill go get it.  For a chubby 10 year old, this felt like dragging yourself across a football field.  So i stomped across to the edge of the bed to see if my blanket was there. then I herd the floor creak. I froze. i laid straight like a board.  I jumped back into my bed, and landed perfectly in the middle of the bed.  I layed there remembering what my mother told us boys.

"your grandparents, that have already passed, sometimes like to visit us at night. grandma and grandpa just want to make sure were all okay, but Somtimes, its Not grandparents."

"Hungry, Ghost Children, -and Tricky Evil Demons, have learned to impersonate grandparents."

"they can make themselves look like grandma and grandpas. and they can even make their voices sound like grandma and grandpas. There is no way to know for sure because demons and ghost children are very playful, they will try to get your attention like a child would. "

   They will tug at your feet and shake the bed to wake you up; -or even rattle the dishes because it makes a lot of noise.  so if you wake up because the bed was shaking, then hear the dishes rattling, dont answer and dont go check. just pretend to be asleep.

   I was freaked out so i layed there for about 10 minutes. Then i held my breathe and listened.  Nothing!  It was getting colder and colder, and I hadnt heard anything for a while, so i thought that i should check for my blanket again.  I quickly get up and crawled to the edge of the bed.  I took quick swipes at the floor. On the third swipe my finger hooked my blanket, but it slipped.

   I heard another creak come in through the door.  I didnt know what to do so...i just layed down flat and pretended to sleep. The creak got closer and i realized that my arm was still hanging off the edge of the bed. Then I herd a loud creak. That one was right by my head. I closed my eyes.

   I listened and listened and I couldnt hear anything. I tried to be couragious and pull my arm back in.  Slowly i started to inch my arm in, but i kept making that skin-scraping-fabric sound.  I tried few more times.  Then a breeze went up my arm.  It startled me so much, i popped my eyes open.  I couldnt see anything but the clock.  It was exactly 3:00 AM. -i immediatley closed my eyes.
"pretend to be asleep, pretend to be asleep, pretend to be asleep."

   A chill kept running up my arm, to my head, then back down my arm. over and over again.  Ifelt my hair twirling and my hand being knocked back and forth.  My hair and my hand were being played with.

   I just kept telling myself "pretend to be asleep, pretend to be asleep, pretend to be asleep.  Then i felt someone climb onto the bed.  I knew, because my head and my arm moved with the bed. The bed jumped once.

Then i heard a creak on the ceiling.  "oh my god, its on the ceiling."

   I was bugging out of my mind!  I didnt know what to think, or what to do. should i scream, should i run.  If I do, do something then its gonna know, that I know, its there. -and even if I tell anyone, what am i gonna do tomorrow night. no one can help me then. theyll all be sleeping.

   Then a cold breath come down from above me.  It ran down my neck and down my back.  I tried to kick my brother awake. I felt another breath, then i kicked.  My reasoning was if its breathing down my neck then its looking at me. everytime i feel a breath ill kick.

breath, kick, breath, kick, breathe, kick

   I woke my brother up.  He made a loud grunt, Then he just turned around.  But, my plan saved me in an unexpected way.  His grunting woke up the dog next door and he started barking.  Then i heard a thump onto the ground, and then a running out my room
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on April 20, 2017, 03:19:40 PM
Just about 50 years ago in Laos, society was still very old-fashioned in the most old-fashioned way. Suitors often had to travel on foot far and long into the night just so they could whisper sweetly into wall nitches to enlighten their girlfriends or the girlfriends of those who weren't there, and to be enlightened in return.

Such activity so warmed the heart that men in their late teens and early 20's or even older were willing to brave distances and nights into villages far from their own.

Many slept over and wouldn't hurry home 'til mornings. Others would hurry home before day-light in order not to be caught by anyone: the public or perhaps their mothers.

So, this man had an old rag on his his shoulders at his girlfriend's wall for most of the night. Then, as she was turning away from the wall dozing off, the man hopped from the ground and started walking home with just his rag over his head and shoulders.

The forest seemed to be shaking and twigs were breaking from a hill just as the man was going up one plateau after another. The sound didn't cease. Trees seemed to be breaking, and the man began growing goosebumps as he turned to face the direction of the forest-breaking sounds that were coming closer and closer than ever.

The noise was looming so large, the man cringed back into the side of the road, hoping not to be noticed or seen by whatever dark  or white figure that may be coming forth.

The sound halted just as some twigs were falling down from the side of the road. All was still.

"Ah!" said the man as he finally stood up with both hands raised high over his head and the rag opened up into a bat-wing figure. "Come who shall! I'm here!"

A tiny screeching sound hopped over the road to the other side and very quickly tapered down the hillside, becoming less and less audible into the distance as the man turned to figure out where it might be heading to.

Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on May 05, 2017, 10:33:15 PM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Havocrazy on July 20, 2017, 12:43:07 AM
Amazing! This thread is still up. Seems like most people are sharing their stories on facebook now, and so many hmong ghost stories is available on youtube as well.

I've been hearing a lot about the wave of new generation shamans awakening these days. How they go through very tough time or suffer really bad illness before becoming one. Seeing shadow, having realestic dreams, hearing noises or sounds others' can't. One minute being completely calm and the next having absolute anxiety for unknown reason. Near death experience. Bi-polar behaviors.

Don't want to jump the gun. But can you guys provide some clearity on it? How to know for sure if those are early signs of becoming one or just signs of becoming a psycho? And how to find and ask for a sifu and what to expect if you were to be a chosen one?

Not sure if it is too much but I would really like to hear from the shamans. It is very fascinating. With so many rising up to take this role, our culture will continue.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: JazzBootz on August 15, 2017, 08:26:15 AM
oh siaj!!!  daim thread no tseem nyob!  hiv hiv om!  :D
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Mr_Mechanic on August 24, 2017, 03:57:42 PM
Not really a ghost story but it sure scared the living sh1t out of me.

This happen back in the winter of '04 -'05.  I was a college student.  It was cold, so one morning I decided to go and start my car, let it warm up before I head out.  It was around 5 am or so and, remember this was in winter, so it was pretty dark outside still.  Driver side door was open and I was half in and half out as I was turning the car over.  When I got the car started, I closed the door and turn around.  AND THERE WAS OUR NEIGHBOR STANDING THERE.  I really wasn't expecting her there, let alone anybody at that time.  I couldn't do anything except scream and walking up to her and hugging her, because I knew it was just my neighbor.  I told her, lady I could of punch you.  She said, "she was sorry and see if my mom could give her are ride to work."     
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: ProudLao on September 27, 2017, 09:08:23 AM
Whoa warn me about this, yikes  :o
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DuMa on February 05, 2018, 08:25:08 AM
Hmong guy went fishing.  Took the bud light n hid it in a nearby Bush cuz the cops do roam that famous fishing hole.  He came to reload on the drinks and while digging in the bush that one night, he saw a pair of feet stood by his beer.  He looked up and saw a figure.  Eff the beer, he ran and all of his buddies could not reel up their pole fast enough to run with him.  On the drive home is when he told the story. 

The Hmong say not to say that you are going home or the spirit will follow you home.  Just say you are going to get more bait and come back later. 
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on February 27, 2018, 06:47:21 AM
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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on May 01, 2018, 07:58:31 PM
Oh, man! I don't know how I can grope in the mornings to go fishing anymore.

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Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on May 10, 2018, 03:00:43 PM


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LzPXlYipMg (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LzPXlYipMg)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO2KHggo4oc (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO2KHggo4oc)
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: DuMa on July 13, 2018, 10:47:33 PM
This page is 1o years ago. 

Talking about ph ghost, I went back to page one and saw some names that are ph ghosts.  I truly missed them all.  They all legend.   :'(
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Fresno559 on September 18, 2018, 06:15:16 PM
Wow.
Title: Re: Hmong ghost stories
Post by: Griffith on March 16, 2019, 11:12:10 PM
Ok so i am quite new here but reading these stories remind me of many of my stories.

I had a cousin who passed away at about two years ago. This btw is a dragon story. So anyways we both live in alaska and before she moved here , she lived in detroit. And now a little information about her, when she lived in detroit, her mom remarried to my uncle and so she was originally a chang. Anyways , when she lived in detroit, she went on a school field trip with her junior class and idk where it was but it happened to be at a river. And as the class walked along the river, she was the one tht fell behind.

And as she did fall behind, she told me tht at that time she turned back and saw these two beautiful swans jus randomely in the river. She didnt think anythink of it, so she turned around and walked on. As she did she decided to turn around again and suddenly there were she beautiful white water lilies. That was weird for her bcos water lilies arent found in fast or moving water such as a river,

Anyways she went home after tht and that is when weird things startedd to happen. Her mom once told us that my cousin has her own room. And whenever my aunt went to go clean it, around the entire room would be lip marks. As if my cousin had put on bright red lipstick and had kissed the wall, but my aunt thought it was even weirder because the lip marks were on the ceiiling also.

So after that same event kept happening, my aunt and uncle never thought to do a shamen ceremony so they moved up to alaska. Every thing was quite normal when they , moved up here. Nothing happened much until my cousin told my aunt that she had a boyfriend. My aunt , ofcourse didnt believe her bcause my cousin wasnt the out going type. So ignoring her once more, my cousin jus lived her life as normal.

As years went on , my cousin graduated from high school and just stayed home most of the time. But one day she came to my aunt and told my aunt that her boifriend was going up to the sky to continue his education. And he told her he would marry her after he graduates. My aunt thought she was joking so she brushed it off. When my cousin told my mom this, she knew somthing was up and asked about the time span she has been seeing this guyh. My cousin told her that it has been ever since after her field trip in detroit.

Well my mom also asked how she meets up to tlk to him and my cousin told my mom that when the guy comes, its usually by coming at the mirror or sometimes even the window. My mom asked her how he looked like and she said tht the guy comes in a form of the snake, but when he gets to her, he is really shiny and cute, except she only thinks he is cute bcos she says his face is as if his face is blocked by an unclear glass. And this guy would tell her tht she will never see his face until the day they wed.

Now my mom knows what this means and so, she told my aunt nd uncle. My aunt them are kind of stingy. They want to save every cent they can somehow even if they were millionairs. So they never did a ceremony for her. 2 years go by and my cousin gets a job at mcdonalds. She worked there for 3 days and suddenly went deaf so she quit. This then made her really angry , bcos being deaf and not hearing anything is frustrating. The only way we can tlk to her was by writing . :( she was so frustrated she decided to state to everyone that she wanted to kill herself.

I cried my eyes out for her . I felt bad tht i am her cousin and cant do anything to help her. Anyways her step dad then decided to take her to the mental hospital . She took prescriptions. Doctors didnt kno what made her deaf and so they couldnt help much. She improved so they let her go home in just two weeks. When she got home, she asked my aunt to go buy a prgnancy test for her. Bcos she was told by the doctor that she is now pregnant.

My aunt got curious so she had her other daughter call and ask the hospital doctor and they told her that my cousin iisnt pregnant. So my aunt shook it off and jus ignored it. Now, the day before my cojusin died, she begged my aunt for a new jacket. My aunt said no ofcourse, so my cousin said "alright, wwell my bf is done with school. He is going top come down and marrie me" then she went to her room. My aunt just shrugged it off.

In the middle of the night that night, my cousin's half little sister said she saw my cousin go to the kitchen and grab something then went to the bedroom. The sister didnt think much of it so she just went to sleep. Btw my cousin has her own room. Nd then at 5 in the morning, her real younger sister woke up to see my cousins light on. So curious as she is, she went to go check. Nd when she went ing, she saw my cousin(her sister) in a kneeling position sitting on her legs with her body haunched over. My cousins sister thought she was jus messing around becos in the past my cousin would do things like this.

So she went and grabbed my cousins hand and said "see get up" but she noticed her hands were frozen and thats wen she went into shock and screamed for my aunt. My aunt and uncle woke up to go check nd all they saw was her haunched over body with a knife that "buj buj" idk the english word for it. Haha but yeah . My aunt bjurst into tears and they called the cops. Paramedics and cops came and questioned anyone. When the body was removed, on the floor was a very small blood stain. She used the knife to cut her throat.

Anyways everyone assumed she has been taken by the dragon. I know its not scary but read it ;)
some of the Eng(R)ish spelling .smh.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Dok_Champa on March 29, 2019, 11:24:26 AM
In my previous home, it was quiet for my family, nothing out of the ordinary.   The house has a complete basement w/ a bar, some sofas, laundry room and a play area near the laundry room.  When my children was young, they like to go down the basement to play hide and seek, run around, sleep on the sofas, etc.  AND of course, we do the laundry down there and there's even a bathroom so sometimes people use the bathroom down there when the upstairs was occupied.  On the top level, are my children's bedroom and a large family room.  Along the walls are storage space and open w/ a sliding wall (you can say).  Even my kids play hide and seek in that long storage space area or you could say attic.  Anyway, we moved out and a new family (hmong) moved in.  They were harassed by ghost(s) in the house.  The kids would see ghost, terrified, heard loud noises, and one day they called us up if we ever experienced anything which we said "no."  Finally, they couldn't take it anymore and called a budhhist monk to come check out  and he said there's spirits in the house..nothing can be done and so eventually the family quietly abandon the house to the bank.

I'm not sure why we didn't experience anything and the other family did.  One difference, we're a christian family and they're not, could be the reason. 

For Christians, we don't believe in Ghost.  We believe that when a person is deceased, the spirit is w/ God or to another place waiting for judgement and no longer roaming this world.  Spirit/Ghost people see are actually evil spirits or demonic spirits taking on the form of the deceased..and nothing to mess around with.  The bible also says as Christians, we're under the divine's protections:
https://www.openbible.info/topics/divine_protection (https://www.openbible.info/topics/divine_protection)

AND I John 4:4 says "Greater is He (God) that is within you than he (Satan) that is in the world"


Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Griffith on March 29, 2019, 08:17:40 PM
In my previous home, it was quiet for my family, nothing out of the ordinary.   The house has a complete basement w/ a bar, some sofas, laundry room and a play area near the laundry room.  When my children was young, they like to go down the basement to play hide and seek, run around, sleep on the sofas, etc.  AND of course, we do the laundry down there and there's even a bathroom so sometimes people use the bathroom down there when the upstairs was occupied.  On the top level, are my children's bedroom and a large family room.  Along the walls are storage space and open w/ a sliding wall (you can say).  Even my kids play hide and seek in that long storage space area or you could say attic.  Anyway, we moved out and a new family (hmong) moved in.  They were harassed by ghost(s) in the house.  The kids would see ghost, terrified, heard loud noises, and one day they called us up if we ever experienced anything which we said "no."  Finally, they couldn't take it anymore and called a budhhist monk to come check out  and he said there's spirits in the house..nothing can be done and so eventually the family quietly abandon the house to the bank.

I'm not sure why we didn't experience anything and the other family did.  One difference, we're a christian family and they're not, could be the reason. 

For Christians, we don't believe in Ghost.  We believe that when a person is deceased, the spirit is w/ God or to another place waiting for judgement and no longer roaming this world.  Spirit/Ghost people see are actually evil spirits or demonic spirits taking on the form of the deceased..and nothing to mess around with.  The bible also says as Christians, we're under the divine's protections:
https://www.openbible.info/topics/divine_protection (https://www.openbible.info/topics/divine_protection)

AND I John 4:4 says "Greater is He (God) that is within you than he (Satan) that is in the world"
it really doesn't matter if you're Christian or not. I've known a lot of Christian people who seen ghosts. And trust me they don't believe in ghosts until they see it for themselves. Now they are a believer.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Reporter on March 30, 2019, 08:52:08 PM
If Christians want us to believe in Jesus, they had better believe in ghosts.

Jesus came back to life. Jesus resurrected the dead. Jesus was tempted by a ghost on the rocks.

How can Christians who believe in Jesus not believe that ghosts exist, right?

it really doesn't matter if you're Christian or not. I've known a lot of Christian people who seen ghosts. And trust me they don't believe in ghosts until they see it for themselves. Now they are a believer.
Title: Re: Hmong Ghost Stories
Post by: Griffith on March 31, 2019, 12:03:04 AM
If Christians want us to believe in Jesus, they had better believe in ghosts.

Jesus came back to life. Jesus resurrected the dead. Jesus was tempted by a ghost on the rocks.

How can Christians who believe in Jesus not believe that ghosts exist, right?
I don't want to sound mean. But let's keep the Jebus out of the ghost story. And just keep it as Ghost stories.