Hmong Ghost Novels & Stories

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Jailangkung said. "Such a case does exist, eh?" Alfi is shocked by hearing it. “I guess, it’s no good if I call you by the name of your ghost type. Do you have a name or anything that I can call you?” Alfi asked. “Cocong.” The tied ghost said. “Buriko.” The Ogre said. “Aoi.” The slithering nurse said. “Jeje.” The Jailangkung said. “Are you guys really Indonesian?” Alfi asked.

Yong-rea crossed his arms in front of him and slumped down the tree a bit. “Why would the humans make a ghost story up about them?” If it was a god, how would people not know? I didn’t get it. “A Gumiho kills with a kiss. They appear as a beautiful woman and lure their victims in, and once they kiss, they draw out all of their life source into a fox marble. They gain all that person’s knowledge and energy. They have done that for thousands of years. All people know is that some go in and some don’t come out.” Yong-rae looked out into the forest with sad eyes.

Li Jiumei pushed them aside and asked Qin Haodong, "Who are they? Why did they come here to kill you?" "It's nothing, we used to be enemies!" Qin Haodong did not want her to get involved, so he did not tell her the whole story. Li Jiumei was smart and also stopped asking further questions. The three brothers threw the kings' bodies off the cliff and they continued to walk in the direction of the Hmong Village. After the battle, it was already dark when they arrived at the village. There were big red lanterns hanging at the gate of every house, which looked very festive in the night.

Pure shook her head: “I still don’t know the meaning of that weird dream, but I know the baby is crossbred of the phoenix and the unicorn.” “ Crossbreed?”- Lowen muttered: “This is so weird… I mean this can’t happen, I think they will never let a crossbred baby be born.” Rojana agreed, he analyzed seriously: “Unicorn and Phoenix are neither friends nor enemies, so this can’t happen.” “I know that can’t happen, but let’s see, Pure is never wrong, or maybe she is getting weaker..”- Erono said. “You mean I am weaker?” “No no!” said Erono. But Pure didn’t care too much about him, she told everyone to come to the meeting room, and wait for the others.

No wonder they were emboldened, it turned out that in this house, it was never just Mu Zenin and the little girl! "Tell you a secret oh." Tong Tong lying sideways beside her, said in a good mood, "People can raise ghosts, and ghosts, they can also raise ghosts, although they are silly, but trapping you, is still very easy to do." These little ghosts, both the lonely souls that Tong Tong detained from the outside, and also those who were originally killed by her, helping her when something is wrong, and being her rations when nothing is wrong. Mu Zi lying on the bed, at this moment the mood has been completely quiet.

Something he wouldn't like. "Hey, bro." A hand patted his shoulder. Ghost looked up, taken aback by the Asian standing in front of him. "What's up?" Ghost shook his hand with his gloved ones. He knew the man. One of the prominent underground fighters for the Asian Mafia. It was a brief greeting and they headed their own way.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”