ghost story

[venosat]

Sorry to write something that make you thinks about when driving home at night. To tell you the truth, only half the story was true. I was just having fun writing. My Job (getting out at two am), the Cemetry being a few miles away, driving pass the cemetry, pitch black road is all true. Everything else is made up.

Once again forgive me for writing a fiction. As a matter in fact I don't believed in Ghoast or things that has no matter (many of the stuff older hmong people believed in)...These things are just the result of one's thinking and it's mind playing tricks on themself.

Lol...I just have to comment on this...I used to think ghosts were BS until I experienced it. I didn't see it, but the presence was so overwhelming that the hair at the back of my neck stood up and for a minute there I actually felt like I was going to faint...
when I first got married , my husband worked the graveyard shift so I was left alone. One night about a month into the marriage I had a dream. In the dream my father in law (he died since my husband was a baby so we never knew him) came to visit us. Somehow I just knew it was the father in law ..so I asked him if he was hungry because I would get him something to eat. He says no..but that he was just there to look at his youngest son's wife. Right after that I woke up..then glanced at the clock. It was 2:00 am. The room was dark except for the lights coming from the clock. All of a sudden..I felt this overwhelming presence in the room. My hair started raising and my heartbeat was racing like crazy. I got so scared I pulled the blanket over my head and just stayed there. After for what seemed like hours (although probably more like 5 minutes), the feeling slowly went away and I finally was able to fall asleep. I dismissed the whole thing as an overactive imagination since I was only 19 at the time..then..I'll tell you the others at another time

I guess you can't really discount that there are no ghosts or that its all made up... one would just have to experience it to know how it feels... it is a feeling that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemies...because if friendly spirits were able to make one feel scared to an extreme..imagine what an unfriendly one can do!!!

 

[sandie]

That's funny... you said you changed your name but your username is Sandie.

i know, but i'm so use to that name... even my family and cousins still call me by the name sandie... i don't really like the name mai xiong... it sounds funny and korny... the reason why bcuz my friends and teacher would get confuse my name for both of my sister....my older sis name is mailee and my younger sis name is mai moua.... so i prefer them to call me sandie, may, or sadie... For hmong i'm sandie.... For other race i'm May or Sadie....

 

[sandie]

i don't know if its true or not do you guys think places that have chicken coop would always be haunted? To me I think so bcuz u know why... cuz ghost(demon) love to play with chicken and eggs... just wondering.... I'm asking bcuz my duty was to help my grandma feed chicken and i actually experience it so i stop going to the chicken coop for a couple of months...

Here's what happen
My grandma find a pile of chicken eyes outside of one of the chicken coop... So my grandma went in the chicken coop and tell me to pass the eggs to her so she could put it back where it should be... After putting the chicken eggs back... my grandma and i headed to another chicken coop to feed the other chicken... after that i saw a pile of egg in the same spot and told my grandma... i didn't notice anything so my grandma told me go put it back... she told me to hurry and so i put it back quick... later that night my grandma told my dad... i got freak out bcuz my grandma new and i was the bait... so i never feed chicken again...

 

[gurl]

i don't know if its true or not do you guys think places that have chicken coop would always be haunted? To me I think so bcuz u know why... cuz ghost(demon) love to play with chicken and eggs... just wondering.... I'm asking bcuz my duty was to help my grandma feed chicken and i actually experience it so i stop going to the chicken coop for a couple of months...

Here's what happen
My grandma find a pile of chicken eyes outside of one of the chicken coop... So my grandma went in the chicken coop and tell me to pass the eggs to her so she could put it back where it should be... After putting the chicken eggs back... my grandma and i headed to another chicken coop to feed the other chicken... after that i saw a pile of egg in the same spot and told my grandma... i didn't notice anything so my grandma told me go put it back... she told me to hurry and so i put it back quick... later that night my grandma told my dad... i got freak out bcuz my grandma new and i was the bait... so i never feed chicken again...

LOL.. that was funny.. ur grandma use you as bait.. but thats still miss up... but scary...

 

[gurl]

Holy SHITLZLES!!!! This is freaky as hell...im sniffing around my room hoping not to smell anything unusual...maybe i'll spray some perfume so if there were some odd smell i'll not smell it... besides did you guys try using a lot of perfume???? Man...you know whats creepy my shoulder was just hurting while ago and now the pain is gone...AHHHHHHHHH, getting very nervous.

oh perfume no we didn't use any perfume or maybe we did.. i dont know.. but i did remeber we use those carpet powder cleaner thing u know where you pour it on the carpet and vacume it.. this was like 5 something years ago.. but i can still remeber the smell as it was yesterday...*shiver*

 

[Fearless]

I found this on the Web

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

 

[gurl]

I found this on the Web

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

OH MY!!!!!!!!i got *goosebump*.... wow she really brave.... if it was me i would stood still and do nothing...

where did you find this at.. are there anymore =)

 

[plain_jane]

Creepy stories...gives me the goosebumps...

 

[ms. vang]

OH MY!!!!!!!!i got *goosebump*.... wow she really brave.... if it was me i would stood still and do nothing...

where did you find this at.. are there anymore =)

she find it in a website call hlub.us you just type hlub.us dont put .com if you do it dosent work only hlub.us :tease: