daisy_changstah
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Sorry about posting twice, but...
Anyway.... I have a story that happened to my friend. She prefer to stay unknown, but for some reason, she would like to share her family’s experience to you all. This happened in NORTH CAROLINA.
Anyway, here's how it goes.... about some years ago, her uncle (from mother's side) who lives in Thailand, died. Just before that, he asked for some money due to problem (you know how you have to send money to relatives in Laos/Thailand); her mother did, but when the money reached them in Thailand, her mother found out from the uncle’s wife that he had passed away while in his sleep. Basically, he never received the money.
My friend’s mother was very sad over her brother’s death. They had a strong siblings bond. Anyway, one day, while all her kids, including my friend, went to school, her mother was on the bed crying. She still wasn’t over the death of her brother. She lay on the bed with the cover over her head. Then, she felt something tugging the blanket down. She knew it couldn’t be her kids, because she was the only one home. She was thinking, who was doing it. She knew the direction it was coming from, but not the person doing it. So, she got up and reached to feel what it was. In her hands, she felt some hair. She looked under and saw nothing but a doll only, in fact, that was the ONLY thing under the bed. Now, she got scared and called her aunt in California and explained the whole situation. The aunt guessed that it was probably her brother. There’s a saying that if someone you love dearly dies, and you won’t stop crying, then they would come and get you. Well, that was applied to her mother. After that, her mother stopped crying and had a prayer thing and nothing happened after that.
Anyways, that’s the story. So don’t cry too MUCH when a love one pass away, okay… unless you want to go with them…
Okay, here’s something creepy. It’s not exactly a ghost story, but it’s just something that happened. It was when I was about nine or ten. We had just moved to a new house. It was connected to another house, kind a like an apartment. Anyways, my sister and I love to sleep in the living room. Also, we had an AC that we connect to the outside. Everyday at night, we would hear Mexican or kinda like that, talking. The weird thing was that the only people who lives where we live are black and Hmong. Also, when we look out, no one was out there.
I was young, but was never bothered by it. Now that I think about it, I’m kinda wonder why I didn’t freak out, cause, if it was now, I’d be as scared as heck.
Okay… that’s a lot to read, so I’ll stop now. I might come back and post some more, but maybe not. Hehe!
Also, just before i forget. I also heard the story that happened in North Carolina! OoH! SCARY STUFF!
Anyway.... I have a story that happened to my friend. She prefer to stay unknown, but for some reason, she would like to share her family’s experience to you all. This happened in NORTH CAROLINA.
Anyway, here's how it goes.... about some years ago, her uncle (from mother's side) who lives in Thailand, died. Just before that, he asked for some money due to problem (you know how you have to send money to relatives in Laos/Thailand); her mother did, but when the money reached them in Thailand, her mother found out from the uncle’s wife that he had passed away while in his sleep. Basically, he never received the money.
My friend’s mother was very sad over her brother’s death. They had a strong siblings bond. Anyway, one day, while all her kids, including my friend, went to school, her mother was on the bed crying. She still wasn’t over the death of her brother. She lay on the bed with the cover over her head. Then, she felt something tugging the blanket down. She knew it couldn’t be her kids, because she was the only one home. She was thinking, who was doing it. She knew the direction it was coming from, but not the person doing it. So, she got up and reached to feel what it was. In her hands, she felt some hair. She looked under and saw nothing but a doll only, in fact, that was the ONLY thing under the bed. Now, she got scared and called her aunt in California and explained the whole situation. The aunt guessed that it was probably her brother. There’s a saying that if someone you love dearly dies, and you won’t stop crying, then they would come and get you. Well, that was applied to her mother. After that, her mother stopped crying and had a prayer thing and nothing happened after that.
Anyways, that’s the story. So don’t cry too MUCH when a love one pass away, okay… unless you want to go with them…
Okay, here’s something creepy. It’s not exactly a ghost story, but it’s just something that happened. It was when I was about nine or ten. We had just moved to a new house. It was connected to another house, kind a like an apartment. Anyways, my sister and I love to sleep in the living room. Also, we had an AC that we connect to the outside. Everyday at night, we would hear Mexican or kinda like that, talking. The weird thing was that the only people who lives where we live are black and Hmong. Also, when we look out, no one was out there.
I was young, but was never bothered by it. Now that I think about it, I’m kinda wonder why I didn’t freak out, cause, if it was now, I’d be as scared as heck.
Okay… that’s a lot to read, so I’ll stop now. I might come back and post some more, but maybe not. Hehe!
Also, just before i forget. I also heard the story that happened in North Carolina! OoH! SCARY STUFF!
