Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hello, I have a short story to share. I’m Vietnamese and was born in Vietnam. My father fought in the Civil war with the U.S. After the U.S. force withdrew, the communists imprisoned my father for seven years. During the time, my mom had to take care of three kids (I was not yet born) under the tight economy. Working extremely hard to raise money and kids, she had very little time to do the regular chores. So, my mom often performed these tasks at night when all my siblings are deeply asleep at night.

Our house had a built bathroom outside the backyard. We had a well in the backyard and a small outdoor tub next to the well for bathing.

One night, she was washing the kids clothes right next to the well where she retrieved the water from. There was no light. We were poor and could not afford too much electricity. So, my mom relied on the moon for lighting. Approximately 15 feet from her was the entrance to the toilet. As she was working hard, her mind was just blank and wanting to get the duties done. When you’re too busy, you can be oblivious to your surroundings. But, her emotional state was interrupted with an indescribable feeling that she was being watched. The hair in the back of her head just felt like if they stood upward. She felt awkward and looked up.

Once she did, she saw two heads from the toilet door (door widely opened) looking at her. It looked as though two people from inside of the toilet were sticking their heads outside in the moonlight to look at her. She described that their teeth were white, but she could not make out the face. She was shocked and went right inside the house.

Years later, after my father was released and I was born, we did a small renovation on the toilet that required some digging. The workers discovered two skeletons that were buried some centuries ago. I had some memory of the house, but I have never had any spiritually experience (thanks God). Nonetheless, my parents always told me that our house was haunted, and that no one could live it in. We couldn’t sell it because no one would buy it. They said that the ghost became tolerant of our presence and not others.

This is only one of the supernatural events that my mom discussed after we moved to America. Knowing my mom for all my life, I highly doubt the possibility that my mom made these stories up.

By Tom, Copyright 2010