The house was old but sat on an acre of land which made it perfect for my parents to start their farming business. (One of the reasons why my parents wanted the house.)

When we first moved in, my parents agreed to take the room where the grandpa died in and let me and my siblings sleep in the other rooms. However, that didn’t work out because my father was a shaman and would always see things and get paranoid, so he refused to sleep in the room that the grandpa died in. My older sister and I were brave enough to take over that room and told my parents that they could take the master bedroom instead. 

(A little detail about the room: The room where the grandpa died in wasn’t by the other bedrooms. It was located at the end of the house/opposite end from all the other bedrooms. To get there from the other bedrooms, you had to walk past the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Across the room was a bathroom, and next to it, the door which led to the garage.)

The first few weeks in the house was quiet and peaceful. We didn’t experience anything and were having the best time of our lives. It wasn’t long after until things began to make a turn...

My sister’s boyfriend was visiting her for the weekend and would spend the nights at our house. My sister and I would sleep in the living room and allow him to sleep in our room. He only slept one night in our room when he asked if he could sleep in the living room instead the next day. My sister agreed, so she and I went back to sleep and in our room the next day while he slept in the living room.

A few weeks later, my sister finally asked him why he wanted to sleep in the living room instead. He finally told her and admitted that he saw something in the room that night and didn’t want to tell us because he didn’t want us to be scared. He told us that as he was sleeping, he heard something rocking the bed and looked up to see what it was. He looked at the mirror that hung straight across the bed and saw what looked like a boy or a man rocking the bed. He was too afraid to run out the room and also didn’t want to frighten us, so he decided to stay in the room until morning. 

Soon after, my mother and father started seeing things. One night around 8PM after my father had just finished feeding the chickens, he decided to relax out in the patio on a bed he placed there. He was starting to fall asleep when he heard a voice talking to him in Hmong, “Look, their grandma is right there.” He quickly got up and looked over at his chicken coops. There he saw a figure by the entrance. The chickens seemed frightened also were flying around like crazy making lots of noise. My father got scared and went inside. He told my mom about it the next day. 

One of my mother’s favorite hobby back then was making packaged fresh sticky rice and meat for the Hmong stores. It was a casual morning for my mom as she got up around 4-5AM to begin prepping. She was going on with her normal routine and began marinating the meat. She was facing my bedroom (the haunted room) door as she was working. She then heard someone running from my door to the bathroom door. She ignored it because she thought it was just me or my sister who needed to use the bathroom. Then she heard it again and looked up and saw a little girl/boy running from the bathroom back to my room. She knew it wasn’t human because it looked like a “poj ntxoog” and ran faster than a human kid, and we had no kids sleeping over that day also. 

Following that, my father began having nightmares. He would always wake my mom up in the middle of the night and tell her that he was scared. My father told us that one time, he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man and a lady in the closet dressed up in dead clothes. After that, he would always leave the lights on and refused to turn them off when he goes to sleep. 

As time went on, my sisters began experiencing things. My sister who slept the room next door to my parents (Let’s call her Pa) started getting sleep paralysis. One night I was sleeping alone in my room because my sister’s boyfriend visited again, so they slept in the living room watching movies that night. It was around 1AM when Pa ran to my room and begged me to go sleep with her. She looked so scared and tears were streaming down her face. I was too tired, so I just kept questioning why she wanted me to sleep with her, but she was too scared to tell me. My sister and her boyfriend were still up watching movies when they heard Pa crying and came to check. Pa finally told us that she got sat on but didn’t tell us the full story. We all walked her over to my parents’ room, and my mom opened the door. Pa was still crying and told my mom that she heard someone walking to her door. Then it opened her door when she finally saw it. It was a black figure which looked like a man slowly walking over to her, and before she knew it, she couldn’t move. The figure was on sitting on her and whispered something to her ear in Hmong, “Don’t think I will ever leave you alone.” Pa refused to sleep in her room for a few weeks and slept with my parents. My dad also made her put on a Hmong rattle (txiab neeb) around her neck which he made and hung a foot of a crow, red strings, and other stuff believed to scare away spirits on it. 

My sister who slept with me started getting sleep paralysis also. She would tell me that she would get sat on every now and then with me sleeping next to her. She would try waking me up and try calling me but wasn’t able to move. One evening as she was taking a nap alone in the room, she heard something walk over to her, crawl on the bed, sleep next to her, and put its arms on her. She then heard it whisper the name of her friend that recently passed away. 

My mom was starting to get worried about everything, so she asked one of our aunts to come do jingle bells. After my aunt finished, she told us that there are spirits in our house that refused to leave. One including the grandpa that died in my room. Also for my sisters, their friend who recently passed away has been visiting them for some time. We burnt some paper money for all the spirits wishing for them to leave us alone. 

A few months passed, the owner told us that he was gonna sell the house and asked if we wanted to buy it. My mom refused to because of all the experiences we had there so we moved out. We didn’t know how many people died in that house, but we’re sure there was more than just the grandpa that died in the room. We also don’t know who bought the house, but what I’m curious about is if they’re also experienced things. 

I consider myself a lucky one because I never experienced anything in that house. Although to this day, I still have dreams about that house all the time. I mean unpleasant dreams. And whenever someone speaks of that house or the experiences there, it still gives me chills.