By: Anonymous I used to live in those new two story houses. There were 7 of us kids, my mom, and stepdad. It was a school day, and it was early in the morning. My little sister was 3 or 4 at the time. She woke up early as always around 5:30 am to wake us up. Next thing you know, we heard her screaming and crying like crazy. Everybody woke up and went to see what was wrong. She went and held my mom tight. She said she was going to go downstairs to get a drink of water, and there was a boy wearing soldier clothes bloody with sharp teeth and eyes bleeding, crawling up the stairs very fast trying to grab her and calling her name. We all freaked out. My mom did the Hmong stuff to keep the ghost away. The end! Reviewed and posted by PSV
Posted on: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 05:26:23 +0000
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