my turn!!!
I usually get things out of my mind if I right it down, and I desperately need to get these thoughts out of my mind so here I go!
Yesterday night, after we went swiming and ate and everything I was super tired and ready to go to sleep. There were seven of us sleeping in the same room, my two nieces and I were initially sleeping on the ground while my sister slept alone on the bed and then my other sister and her son and daughter slept on the otherside. So, we got all settled in and all of a sudden she, my sister that was sleeping on the other side of the bed with her two kids were talking about that guy that killed his wife with the hammer. My sister, the one sleeping on the bed starting saying how they found the husband who killed his wife with the hammer in the woods (he hung himself) and how he was all decayed. My sister sleeping on the ground said that his head had already fell off when they found him so they had to use his teeth to I.D him. Then the conversation carried onto his wife. My sister who was sleeping on the ground said that he had apparently beat the sh*t of his wife because when they were dressing her up for the funeral they could feel her bones all broken up, she said that (again this could just be gossip, but is pretty gruesome, scary gossip) he didn't only beat her up with the hammer but he slammed the door on her a couple of times too. [I imagined it to be like that scene from the movie Colic, where the best friend is killed because the door kept on slamming up against her] Since I was sleeping on the edge by the closet door ( there closet was a walk in closet) I freaked out when she said that he had used the door to slam on her, so I jumped up and joined my sister who was sleeping on the bed. Of course, my two nieces followed too, so we were a big mess on the bed (it wasn't a really big bed either).
My sister who was sleeping on the ground didn't stop telling her ghostly experiences too here are some other ones she told us:
This one was about her son. Her son and some friends had gone swiming at a stream/beach/water of some sort and they were playing hide-n-go-seek underwater (don't ask me how they did it). Well anyway, they were playing tag I guess, it sounded like that. Her son dived under and thought that he had grabbed onto one of his friend and came up and yelled " I got you! I got you!" [Oh yeah, my sister gave a great detail on how his son felt the heavy body, suggesting that the body had been down there for quite a while because it was already decaying] Only when he came up he saw all his friends looking at him with a puzzled look saying "where all here. What are you talking about 'I got you'" That's when he turned around and realized that he was grasping a dead girls body. So they called the cops and everything. But then the story doesn't end there, when he got home, for several days after the incident, he keeps of seeing that girl. He explained is to his mother (my sister) that the girl would come and touch his legs and work her way up his body on to the back of his neck ( this really part really freaked me out). Then my sister said that we should be careful because of what happen to her son. I don't know if he still have these experiences but my sister said that her son is afraid of bodies of water ever since so he doesn't go out anymore.
My sister (the one sleeping on the ground) goes on to say that whenever we go walking in the woods or just sitting around the house (pretty much anywhere) that if we smell smoke, and not only smoke but the smell of burnt hair, and if we get the goosebumps or our hair starts to stand out on its end then that means that there are some ghosts nearby. And if we experience this out in the parks or patches of woods then we should say out loud, "Don't follow me, it's not embarassing. You go your own way and I go my own way." She said this in Hmong and that if we didn't say this then that thing could follow us home.
The she informed us about the time of the day when ghost activites are most common. She said that when it's really early 4 and 5 in the morning is when the ghosts are most active, she said that its a transition of some sort, from the reality and the spiritual world I guess. That if we are not careful around those hours and bump into them we will become sick. What's interesting is that if we bump into them then we will get sick but they will die. Which confuses me a little because aren't they dead already?
She also told us this one about a little kid, who is a distant realtive of us that died. He had the chicken pox and his brother/sisters were cooking some grilled meat and gave him some. My sister said that it was because of the grilled me, because he had already but sick and wasn't suppose to be eating the grilled meat in the first place. Well the little boy had a really bad reaction to it and when they got to the hospital the doctors said that he had cancer in his heart/lungs (i'm not sure) so they treated him but then they said it had been too late so the little boy died. My sister said that when they took the boy out for the funeral we smelled really bad and was very 'puffy'. She said that it was because of the drugs that they doctor gave me that made him decaying so fast, smelled so much, and looked so bad. So they only kept the funeral going for one day and night, usually hmong funerals would go on to 2-3 days. Well they buried the little boy and the day after the burial they brought some food to the grave only to find out that the boy wasn't there. He had been dugged out. My sister said that they didn't know what happen, she said that maybe it could be the american people or it could've been the ghosts spirits from the little boy's side of the family that came and took him away.
After this I could not sleep at all. My sister that was sleeping on the bed kept on saying, "just imagine what it wouldbe like to stumble upon that man that hung himself. He would be all decayed his tongue sticking out" I was pissed off at her because she kept on forcing these images in my mind. But thankfully I got through the night, barely. I didn't fall asleep until 3 in the morning and I had to go shit really bad too because we had some spicy pho and papapya salad. so I got up every hour after that. I keept thinking about wat my sisiter said about the mysterious 4-5 in the morning times in the day. Shit, they were snoring so loud and it was soo hot because there were so many of us in that room....
Well that's all I have for now, it was scary but then again it gives me a high to listen to this kind of things...
Gotta go back to work now
