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My family and I moved to a new house. We stayed in the living room because it was hot upstairs; we slept in the living room for 2 nights. We hadn't dragged up the mattresses to the second floor and we needed to stay cool.

I and my family slept, but not well. My mom asked me in the morning if I heard anything and I said no. She told me that she had herd a voice and it sounded like it was an echo or in a tunnel. My mom said it sounded like a girl or young woman and it was coming from the basement door area. She says that it clearly said "mom?...mom?" like she was looking for someone.

My dad and mom then heard it the second night, the same thing. I and my family do believe that it was a girl that was murdered somewhere else. The family of the girl did move into the house we live in now but then moved out after.

We feel like we are being watched, followed etc. My dad once heard what sounded like typing, heard what sounded like a pile of papers fall but nothing fell. Once my mom left a half cup of orange juice out and woke in the middle of the night to find it was gone! She asked if anyone drank it and we said no.

My sister and I think that the girl's spirit tries to get attention from my parents because she wasn't able to say goodbye to her own when she died. We think that she is very nice and we hope she will stay here as long as she doesn't scare us!

All right let me start by telling you this, my nationality is Hmong. We strongly believe in the paranormal or spirits, whatever you call it. Anyway, I'm not quite sure what I have experienced, if it was real or just my imagination playing tricks on me, but it did scared me very much because I have never had anything like this happened to me before.

This may not be the best ghost stories, but hang in there with me. I believe it was toward the end of 2004 when this event occurred. I was 3-4 months pregnant with my very first child; it was early in the morning, around 6:00am, my husband left for work. While I was still asleep in bed I suddenly woke up to this very weird sense that surrounded the room as if I was dreaming. I remember seeing clouds or fogs on my bedrooms ceiling. I mean it was so weird, I just couldn't rule out if this was real. It was like I was being possessed or seduced. My eyes were open, but I was so sleepy. Whatever it was, did not want me to see them or if it did, it was only meant for me to think I was dreaming, seeing an illusion or hallucinating. Do you ever feel like when you drink too much and become drunk, but still wide awake and your seeing stuff or people doing things to, but you don't feel it. Then when you wake up it was like a dream, which it actually did happen. That was what exactly how I feel at that moment.

I was lying flat on my bed when I heard sounds of little girls laughing. At that moment my heart started to beat so fast and I was very scared and sweating. As I raised my eyes up to look at the end of the bed, where I thought I heard the laughter coming from. Now the height of my bed was high so for me to see clearly I was not able to. But, what did catch my eye was there were two little heads popping up and down at the end of my bed. I could only see the forehead and they appeared to be two little girls playing and chasing one another. Don't forget, I still felt sleepy and there was still fogs around in my bedroom. Then I noticed the two girls started to walk to the side of my bed where I was lying. OMG! I was so freaked out that before they made it to my side of the bed, I closed down my eyes so tight and pretended to sleep. I then felt both of them climbing on to my bed with me and I could feel them looking down at my face, laughing and giggling. At that moment all I could do was to close my eyes. This event lasted for like a few minutes, but it seemed forever and the next thing I knew, I had fallen asleep. Now, I haven't told you this, these two little girls were Hmong. How do I know? When they walk around to my side of the bed, I was able to take a quick glimpse at them and noticed that they were wearing our culture (Hmong clothing).

After some hours of sleeping, I woke up with not even remembering what just happened. I mean I woke up and did my usual chores around the house and just relaxed watching television. My husband got home from work, which was around 3:40pm. We drove to Hollywood video between 6:00-7:00pm it was already dark. While I was sitting on the passenger side just looking out the window daydreaming, that's when I started to remember everything that happen to me. I then started to tell my husband about what happen to me after he left to work. I told him that it was like I was dreaming, but at the same time it seemed so real. My husband did believe me because like I said earlier, in our culture we strongly believed in the paranormal thing, and stuff like this occurred often to Hmong people.

I'm very confused, and so is my husband. We just don't know what it was or why it happened.

Therefore, I'm very sorry if this was such a long and boring story, but I just got to tell it out. Now, I often think is it because I was pregnant at that time and this was a sign of something or was my mind with the pregnant hormones just playing trick on me? Comments would be nice.

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I'm pretty new to this site and this is my first story I have submitted. This happened to me about six months ago, so please excuse me If I get a few details wrong or if my memory is a bit hazy. This experience was not my first of a ghostly encounter. All my life I've been able to see stuff the rest of my family can't see... Not to sound creepy or anything! No one else in my family really believe in this sort of stuff, only me. So I'm pretty on my own when it comes to the supernatural. But I suppose on this site I don't have to hide anymore. All of what I write is true. I don't care if you believe me or not. But this is what happened to me.

I went to the battlefields of the First World War on a school trip. We stayed in a youth hostel in Belgium close to the French border. I was in a room with some of my closest friends. The first night we arrived at the hostel it was quite late and we went to bed pretty early. I remember feeling really cold in the room but everyone else said they were warm. But we all got to bed and went to sleep pretty easily. I woke up in the night at about three o clock in the morning. I could hear the sound of a battle all around me. I remember hearing gun shots and explosions and cannon-like booms. At first I thought that the TV was on but there was no way it could be that loud. I was really scared and I could pick out screams and crying amongst the artillery fire. Then they just stopped suddenly. I hope it was my own imagination. But I wouldn't be on this web site if I thought that!

The next day we traveled to Ypres. I had a great Uncle to find in Ypres Resovoir Cemetery. He was a member of the Kings royal rifle corps and died in the third battle of Ypres apparently. Well I found him. I started to cry as I stood in front of the grave. All I had was a measley poppy to give him and I felt bad after all he'd done for his country and family. Then I felt a warming presence around me that comforted me. It calmed me down and stopped me from crying. It made me feel contented and warm. The only way I can describe it is that it felt familiar.

I had to move on pretty fast because everyone else was waiting on the bus for me. We moved on to the more famous sites like the Menin Gate and Pashendale. But I felt the presence following me. From one sight to the next I felt like it was there near me. One of my friends commented that I looked a bit distracted and kept looking behind me all the time. The presence was still there when I went to sleep the second night at the hostel.

Nothing happened that night. I didn't hear the noise, but when I woke up I thought I saw an outline of a person by one of my friends beds. The next day when we were all awake I asked my friends if any of them had gotten up in the night and they all said no. They asked me what was up but I couldn't tell them because they'd think I was weird. But I had a good friend in another dorm room who I would tell, he believes in the paranormal like me and is the only one I can talk to about this. But he is a male friend and I wasn't allowed in his room at that time.

I managed to grab a seat next to him on the bus going to the Canadian trenches (can't remember which country it was in we had crossed the border so many times!). I told him what had happened to me since I arrived at the Somme. I could still feel the presence around me and I told him this as well. We all arrived at the sight and had a look around.

The trench system is not what it used to be but you can still stand in it and have your head covered. I didn't like going through there because I felt uncomfortable. It had been raining for the past couple of days and the trench was really muddy and wet. It was drizzling slightly when we were at the Canadian trenches. I hung at the back of the group with my friend and he took pictures of everyone. Later on when the photos were developed there are lots of white spots around all of us. I will try and post the photos but the spots may be rain but there weren't raindrops in the air, just a sort of wet drizzle. But my friend decided he wanted a photo of me and the rest of the group had gone off to explore. But behind my friend appeared a figure of a male soldier. It was fuzzy at first but came into focus as he got closer. I was really terrified and I looked it too, and my friend noticed it. He looked behind him and he saw the man too. I saw him fully then, and I saw that nearly all of his right arm had been blown apart. This frightened me so much I legged it away from there and my friend followed me.

My friend had seen the man too so I wasn't going insane. I am still petrified whenever I think of the man. I didn't sleep at all that night at the hostel. I still felt the presence but it felt a bit distant that night. The next day our last visit was to the old English front line. Nothing happened there. But we started the journey home after that. When I got on the ferry the presence seemed to disappear and I have never felt the same presence at home.


It was a terrifying trip. My friend never talks about what we saw in the Canadian trenches. I'm glad I've shared my story with you though, it will be good to know what other people make of what happened.

The Angelxxx