Hmong Ghost Novels & Stories

she says. “ I went that way,” Lola says pointing her hand. “ I think he receiving a call” Lola replied to her grandma. “ Okay, He should come we have some discussion and you two go and wash your hands thoroughly before coming to get your dinner” she says. The children rushes in to wash their hand as she was about turning back she saw her son, the father of her two grandchildren carrying a little girl in his arms and rushing into the compound. The little girl was covered with blood, she doesn't look like she was still breathing.

He announced and closed the door behind us. "Someone over?" A young girl asked quietly as she walked into the hallway. "I heard the garage-" She paused when she saw me and looked at Jamie in mild surprise. "Who?" Jamie cleared his throat. "Marcy, this is my friend, Higan. Hig, she's my young sister." I waved at her and she waved back. "Where's Mom?" She shook her head, her eyes still on me and I nervously averted my gaze. Why did this little girl seem scarier than meeting his mom?

“Who are you?” “I am Dr. Anthony Jin. I am here to help you.” In a daze, Chen looked around the room. “Where are my parents?” he asked. ASP Wong was wide-eyed. “They were just here. He doesn’t remember?” “The uncanny encounter has impaired his memory.” I whispered to Wong, but Chris had heard me and followed up, “Uncanny? It was haunting! Those jungles are not clean. It is …suay.” He sniveled. ‘Suay’ is Hokkien term for bad luck.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

" Yes that was Hua Ming but ... he looks different . " " It's fine. .. let them be . Go to their house in the evening let's send something for the family too ." Gong Ju Said to his children . Last night ,they received three sacks from who knows who send them. His wife had dried the chickens and ducks and half of the meat. He will ask the boy to send one chicken and one duck to the family . Well , he didn't knew the one who sent the sacks was Hua Ming mother. He wouldn't know how shocks he will be when he sees the Hua Ming house later. Then they see Hua Ming run towards them and he shouts from far .

"You'll be fine. You're too mean to die." Lucky shook his head once, grimacing in pain at the movement. "Get…this…son of…a bitch," he ground out. "Kill him." Grey knew exactly who he meant. Fantasma. Ghost. Everyone in the intelligence community knew of him, but identifying him was another thing. Probably the main reason they called him Ghost. He was invisible, leaving no trace and evaporating into the night. But JSOC had gotten a lead on who it might be, information they shared with no one except Grey's SOG team. The more the information was shared, the greater the chance for disaster.

"Ren, listen to me. The ghost cannot get to you. You're in a protected area at the moment." "I-- yeah, it can't get to me..." Irene mumbles, repeating what Kai said. "But... but it'll go away, right?" Kai hesitates before answering, his eyebrows scrunching nervously. "Well, he won't. Not unless I either seal it away or deal with the root of the problem. The ghost himself is called a pocong and he's relatively harmless considering the colour of his shroud." "Is it... it is too much for me to ask you to seal it away...?" Irene asks, though her eyes continue to be locked onto the pocong.

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.

Southampton Meg had expected a visit from the monster the night she told her mother, but remarkably, that didn’t happen. In fact, she had heard him come up the stairs late that night, heard her mother’s footsteps in the hallway, and then heard a series of loud banging noises and doors slamming from the other end of the house. Though their home was quite sizable, it wasn’t so large that she couldn’t surmise that her mother and uncle must be having it out about something. Meg was hopeful that, despite her initial reaction, her mother was both shocked and dismayed at what her uncle had been doing to her. She was not brave enough to get her hopes up entirely, but she was at least hopeful—and tha