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...
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