Here is another Ghost Story :)
Found on Hmong Ghost Stories
This story may or may not give you the chills, but if you were in my shoes, you’d be scared for life. This story is not about me, but about my big sister.
A long time ago when I was in middle school, my sister was in high school and seemed to have a wonderful life. Of course I was envious of her life. She was older, beautiful, and many guys chased after
her. I was jealous and always imagined the worst things to happen to her. While she was having the best life, I was having the worst life. I was being bullied, and no one really wanted to talk to me at school. My big sister always exceeded in everything. But everything changed one day…
“Can you hear her?” Said my big sister.
“What are you talking about? I can’t hear anything…” I replied.
“She keeps talking to me….I’m scared.”
I was at a loss of what was going on. I thought that my big sister was just crazy and I assumed everything was going to be okay. But I was wrong.
My big sister became afraid of going to the bus stop alone in the morning. She became afraid of being ALONE. She told our parents but they were at a loss of what to do.
I had a flashback of when we were younger and still living in California. I remember seeing a woman kneeling down behind the garbage in the alley. I closed my eyes really tight and opened them again, but then she disappeared. I saw a ghost. I felt as though the ghost had followed us throughout our life because sometimes, I would be alone in the house and would hear footsteps coming from above me and also I could feel the cold chill coming from behind me. I remember someone telling me that every day I come home, before I enter the door, I should brush off my shoulder and say, “Go away! Don’t come inside.” To this day, I still do this because I feel something is always following me.
One morning I wanted my big sister to walk me to my bus stop because it was too dark and scary outside for me to walk alone. She refused and her reason was because she did not want to walk back alone and hear ‘her’ talking to her. I was even more scared now because I had to walk alone to the bus stop. I remember that morning like it was yesterday. Even though I could not hear ‘her’ voice, I felt as though she was following me. I was so scared for my big sister. But I was too young and did not know what to do to help.
One day, my big sister went into her room and then a moment later, she ran out of the room screaming. We asked her what happened and tried to calm her down.
She said while in tears, “I saw Grandma in the closet…she was staring at me!” Frightened, I remember my sister saying that Grandma wanted my big sister to ‘go with her’. But no matter what, my big sister would never reply. She was too scared and did not know what would happen if she had responded to my Grandma. I felt so afraid and worried. Finally one day, we decided to perform a ritual since we were Shaman. After we were done, my sister stopped hearing voices. She went back to the everyday cheerful and beautiful girl I knew. I was happy for her and wanted nothing more for her but happiness and protection.
I don’t know if this story scared you or not but it was not supposed to. This was an event that happened in my life and even if it was not scary while reading this, it was scary in real life. To this day I know I will never truly know how scared my sister was because I never heard the voices, but I promised that I would be there by her side and protect her no matter what.
Even though it is all over, sometimes I feel that I am being followed but I do not know what it is. Maybe it’s just me thinking too much but I never look back.
“Can you hear her?” Said my big sister.
“What are you talking about? I can’t hear anything…” I replied.
“She keeps talking to me….I’m scared.”
I was at a loss of what was going on. I thought that my big sister was just crazy and I assumed everything was going to be okay. But I was wrong.
My big sister became afraid of going to the bus stop alone in the morning. She became afraid of being ALONE. She told our parents but they were at a loss of what to do.
I had a flashback of when we were younger and still living in California. I remember seeing a woman kneeling down behind the garbage in the alley. I closed my eyes really tight and opened them again, but then she disappeared. I saw a ghost. I felt as though the ghost had followed us throughout our life because sometimes, I would be alone in the house and would hear footsteps coming from above me and also I could feel the cold chill coming from behind me. I remember someone telling me that every day I come home, before I enter the door, I should brush off my shoulder and say, “Go away! Don’t come inside.” To this day, I still do this because I feel something is always following me.
One morning I wanted my big sister to walk me to my bus stop because it was too dark and scary outside for me to walk alone. She refused and her reason was because she did not want to walk back alone and hear ‘her’ talking to her. I was even more scared now because I had to walk alone to the bus stop. I remember that morning like it was yesterday. Even though I could not hear ‘her’ voice, I felt as though she was following me. I was so scared for my big sister. But I was too young and did not know what to do to help.
One day, my big sister went into her room and then a moment later, she ran out of the room screaming. We asked her what happened and tried to calm her down.
She said while in tears, “I saw Grandma in the closet…she was staring at me!” Frightened, I remember my sister saying that Grandma wanted my big sister to ‘go with her’. But no matter what, my big sister would never reply. She was too scared and did not know what would happen if she had responded to my Grandma. I felt so afraid and worried. Finally one day, we decided to perform a ritual since we were Shaman. After we were done, my sister stopped hearing voices. She went back to the everyday cheerful and beautiful girl I knew. I was happy for her and wanted nothing more for her but happiness and protection.
I don’t know if this story scared you or not but it was not supposed to. This was an event that happened in my life and even if it was not scary while reading this, it was scary in real life. To this day I know I will never truly know how scared my sister was because I never heard the voices, but I promised that I would be there by her side and protect her no matter what.
Even though it is all over, sometimes I feel that I am being followed but I do not know what it is. Maybe it’s just me thinking too much but I never look back.
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