Well, I have some to share. It happen long ago when my parents still live with my grandpa them back in laos. My grandpa is not scare of anything and he know how to ua neej thiab. My grandpa will go to places alone all the time, hunting, etc. Oneday my grandpa went to their farm alone ahead to prep the cutting of the crops so that tomorrow my parent and grandma will follow him to the farm to help work on the crops. It was almost dark and my grandpa was tired. He was tired only, not sleepy. He decided to lay down on the bed in the house at the farm. He was still awake but just tired. He heard the corn and crop field swiveling and then it stop. Then my grandpa feels kinda sleepy, his eyes were tired. And then there it came, through the door and came sit right next to my grandpa. My grandpa knew it was not a human. My grandpa describe to my parent them that that thing has long hair, dress in hmong torn clothing. A male indeed. His face is reddish and his teeth are shown. They are red he describe, and that thing is tall. My grandpa was feeling weaker and weaker at that time. My grandpa has the hmong bucket where hmong always carried when they go work on their farm above the pillow. In the bucket is the swivel knife that he use to cut crops. My grandpa tried to reach for the swivel knife in the bucket and that thing was just sitting there. My grandpa was scare and feeling really weak so he said his ua neej words and gain his strength and was able to reach for the swivel knife and swing it at that thing. That thing stood up and ran out the door. My grandpa heard the corn and crops swiveling back and forth. At this time it was dark already and my grandpa have feared of what happen so he did not stay until morning. My grandpa jogg and walk back all the way home. My mom open the door and ask my grandpa why is he back home so early. Grandpa said that a thing came to scare him so he came back home. By the time grandpa got back home, it was close to morning. Ever since that happen, my grandpa has fear at times when he go to places alone. And I still have more to tell you guys.
My dad have said that back in his years of early adulthood, peoples will talk about a girl that she kill herself because she lost to love. But they will not speak her name because when they talk about her and speak her name then she will throw a pig's tongue out of no where at them....Scary, eeeeekk! I remember my dad said her name was Paj Xeej something.
My parent and the elders have always said that if you ever go anywhere and if you need a place to sleep then dont sleep on a tree or at the top of a tree. Alway's sleep at the bottom next to the tree only. Sleep on the ground next to the tree. And say your prayers before going to sleep. That way whatever it is that came by, it wont do anything to you because the owner of the land is watching over you.
And back in laos, my parent were going home from their farm. They were walking and my mom feels tired so she sat down on the ground and my dad went ahead. My mom was looking at my dad and he was walking on and on until he was about the size of a rice. My mom feels sleepy, really sleepy to the point where she just wanted to lay on her side and go to sleep. And then a very very loud noise came out of no where and my dad came running back really fast. My dad told my mom to stand up qiuck! He grab her hand and was also holding a long pointer gun on the other hand. They walk as fast as they can, along their way home they saw big foot prints. When they got home, my dad finally told my mom that, that noise was a tigers growling. My mom told my dad that she was feeling very tired thats why she sat down and she thought that noise was the sound of an airplane flying above.
This also happened back in laos too. A hmong family's son was sick. They do alot of gingle bell for him but it doesn't help. He got really sick and before he died he would tell his mom that the cliff is right over the table. he would jump over the table and stratch the ground with his hands. The shaman guy was holding his hand and he would be saying that they are behind the wall looking at him and waiting. He cries and after the jingle bell was done. he look at his mom and say ''meat you are''. And then his dad said to him, ''no she is your mom''. ''Do you know who I am?'' And he would say, ''Oh you are just a mango''. Minutes after that he passed away. After he died, his hands are folded into the shape of a tigers paw. They do the funeral for him and my dad they went and some other relatives went too. The guy's eyes were kinda open and he was smiling at one of my uncle. My uncle got scare so he went out and went home. And then a lady came crying next to the guy and the guy was also smiling at her too and she got scare. After they burried him, my dad said peoples were gossipping that there are tiger foot prints all over the guy's grave.
My parent have also said that back in thailand, there were a couple and they love each other. The guy went to school in town and the girl stay's behind. Tomorrow, she went to the farm and she got chase by something. She ran back home and got really sick, she passed away. And after the guy came back, he was told that his girl passed away by the girl's parent. They said to him that he have only been gone for a week but their daughters grave has already sprout so much grasses. He didn't beleive them so they took him to go see her grave and her grave was already cover with so much grasses. They said to him to let it go because she did not died only. She was taken by the spirit that have been waiting for her. Because their daughter and that spirit was destine to be for each other. Their daughter and that spirit make promises and were reborn but the spirit was unlucky and didn't became human but their daughter was born as a human. They told him to move on because he and her were not meant to be. Her parents live four house's next to my parents house. My parent said that when we came to america, that guy have also came to america too.