The Man in the Green Hat: A Lifetime of Hauntings

Some people live in haunted houses. But what if the hauntings follow you everywhere, from sleep paralysis to ghosleep whispers. Something has always been watching him. My name is Edwin and he is Ted's true scary story. My name is Ted. I'm from Vietnam and I came in when I was a teenager. I was thirteen. I'm from Orange County, California. It already started when I was in high school. In the air early to mid two thousands. We lived in the apartment for low income folks, and really the first hand adding the ass was one afternoon after I got home from school. Usually my parents will be at work, my siblings they will be at school, so I will be home by myself a couple hours. In this apartment, once you walk in, you hit the living room first, and then on your left side you will see the kitchen window, and on the right side is the hallway to the bedroom. I came home and I heard water running in the kitchen, and I heard the opening closing of the kitchen cupboard, thinking, you know, maybe it's my mom. Sometimes you would come home early. I turned right into the hallway to go to the bedroom. Just take a nap. After school, and I get out to my mom to say, hey, can you wake me up in a couple of hours, and I heard a reply. It was a rusty female voice. Acn okay, my son in bad themes voice was rusty, So I thought, you know, maybe she's sick and she must have a cough, and that's why she was rusty, and that's why she don't come home early from work. So I went and took a nap, and then well, an hour later, I got a phone call and it was my mom. So I asked her and she said, hey, what did you wanted to eat? Because she had to stay late at work and she was not going to go to cook dinner. And I realized that whoever it was in the kitchen early was not my mom. You know that town right before sunset, when it's still light outside but the inside your house's still dark. It was pitched flat and inside was an ear of silence. And I told my mom, please come early. And I was like a teenager, but I was still a kid. I sat up in bed and I was so afraid I didn't want to move because I didn't close the bedroom door. And now I'm staring into the dark hallway, and the whole time thinking you know who was that? Thankfully, my dad came home like twenty minutes later, and I asked everyone in the house would anyone come up early earlier, and no one said that they did. I just charged it up to my imagination, but it left a nagging feeling that there was something more than that. About six months later, I just gone back from a wrestling practice and I was exhausted, so I do start to sleep, and usually I had a radio alarm clock next to me that I was false lid listening to the radio. This time, I woke up suddenly and not knowing where I was. I woke up but my eyes was so closed. I heard there's music playing from the radio, and I remember I left the radio on when I went to sleep. I realized I must be in bed, so I opened my eyes and I could no longer hear the song, and I was staring at the ceiling, unable to move. So I yet, like man man, I could only hear the sound in my head because my mouth wouldn't open. So I closed my eyes for a moment and I heard the song. The song was on radio, so I knew that was in bed. But also I know it was awake, but I could not move. So I opened my eyes looked at the ceiling, and I could not move, and I couldn't hear the song anymore. So I kept doing that. I don't know how long. It felt very long. I set my arms on my legs, moving finally, so I was like, yes, I'm finally awake. And I was sleeping on the edge of the bed. So I thought, you know, if I turned over and I fell down, it hurts, but then I would wake up. So I tried moving my arms and my legs over and I turned over and I felt my body falling, and I felt the thud as it hit the floor, and I felt the shot and the pain of it. I must be awake when now, So I opened my eyes and I'm still back in bed looking at the ceiling. Let's try it again. I tried falling off the bed again, and it kept doing it and I was stuck in a nightmare. But a few times I finally woke up. When I woke up, I couldn't trust that I was really awake. I was sweating so much, and it was a cold sweat, and my shirt was damped with sweat. And my heart was racing. That was first time that I truly felt afraid. It's fear of being locked inside your own body. Shortly after that, I have my first vivid or lucid dream. And my dream was at home, but nobody else was there. And the layout of the apartment that was in in the dream it was the same same way out, but the furniture was different. It was older, it was dustier. I walked out from my bedroom to the hallway and there was a fallen mirror there with a diagonal crack on it. I walked in front of it and I saw the reflection of a little Caucasian boy with a bowl cut, black hair and blue eyes. I said to myself, this isn't real. I must be dreaming. I woke up, and it was the first time that I realized I could tell that when I'm in a dream or not. It was the of those leaded dream The next time I had another vivid dream, I was floating around the apartment. This time, the furniture in the room was in the house was also different than the previous dream. I was floating around and I wasn't walking. I went through the kitchen, I went through the sliding door in the kitchen into the backyard, and immediately I came face to face with a darker skinned, Hispanic a Native American man. No, he didn't look scary or anything based that, what are you doing in my house? In the very confused, A very loud voice, like I could hear in my head. I was shocked, you know, I could hear him and I could see his face, and I woke up sweating again. I was like, Okay, maybe I was a stir up back in the day or something. It felt like that everything that has happened so far, it was all in my in my dreams. So I started again, and I have a very active imagination. It's just you know, silly dreams. And another a few months later. One night, I was taking a shower and then I start someone watching me. So I cleaned the shampoo from my face and I looked out through the frosted bathroom sliding door. It was a male figure. He was in a light blue button shirt and tan slacks poured up way past his belly and the green heart hat, very official looking. So I was like, oh my god, someone is in the back room. So I slid open the frosted door. No one was there. I stayed there for a moment. I must have imagined the whole thing. I was so scared, I didn't finish showering. I just brings up and I dried up and I ran out into my room. That night, my dad told me that my paternal grandfather, his dad, he passed away in Vietnam. At that time, I turned on the whole Messenger to communicate with the family in Vietnam find out what happened. And then a few days later we watched the funeral procession on the internet. A few weeks later, we got a DVD from Vietnam from the funeral and we all watched it. And at the end of the video there was a slide show showing how the photos my grandfather. During the slide show, the picture popped up. I had to pass the DVD because there was a picture of him in his youth volunteer uniform, light blue button shirt, tan slacks and a green white Joe go Haack. I couldn't believe it. My whole friendly is Catholic, but they did not believe in ghosts and deeming anything because it's the house of God and God wouldn't let any supernatural things happening. Just talking about it was not looked favorably upon. So I calculated what time I saw the figure, and it was a few minutes out there. He passed in Vietnam. The following year, we moved to a different apartment. And the thing about Oats County, California, is it's home to the largest concentration of Vitnamese immigrants, and there have been a few generations. I've been here before the seventies, before the end of the war, so we were excited to move to a new, most spacious, two story apartment. Time I was going off to college, but I stayed home to save money. That's when the sleeperalysis escalated. I started seeing figures. I felt the bed move during the sleeper assist episode, the stereotypical hat men staring at me. The had women straddling me while I'm in the sleeperalysis and looking at me. One time, I was sleeping in the living room on the couch and I had sleeperalyssis and I heard someone walking up the stairs. So there was a two story apartment, so it's that second story we had stairs going up. So I was, you know, in the living room. I has sleep aaralysis, and I heard someone moving up the stairs, slowly but intentionally walking so you can hear them. The first step DoD DoD, but and the deep voicemail said you know I'm coming to get you. And you know by this time I'm used to it, So I knew how to wake myself out of sliperalysis. I just used to shake my head really hard, and if I shake it really hard, I would wake up. I'm a very skeptical person. I like to think I'm irrational, so I looked into it and it was like for post theories and how a wide slipperalysis happens. It's the beat of brainways invading the type of brainways doing sleep, and normally your body is paralyzed so you don't act out your dreams. So sometimes you wake up and your mind is woken up and your body hasn't woken up with it, so it's still paralyzed. And I rationalized it, as you know, it's just something that happened. It's a physiological phenomenon. It's not real. So I just kept on living my life and with sleep oalysis as that is something. And then one night I was studying in the living room again. Well early into the morning, around three am, I heard footsteps coming from the bedroom upstairs. That's not too abnormal, you know people in my family, they would come down for glass water. But this time it was my teenage sister. She had like a dazed look on her face. She was staring in a distance, and she was walking through the living room and she walked into the kitchen. So I thought, yeah, maybe she's sleepwalking. And it's the first time I've seen someone sleepwalking, so I pay attention. I didn't want to wake her because I read all the lord that you know, to wake a person that's sleepwalking, you just guide them back to bed. So she walked to the kitchen and she walked to the kitchen window. She opened the imaginary door, she looked up and down, and then she just closed the door and she turned around and went back to bed. So a few weeks later I found out, incidentally from the landlord that the tenant before last they had a brown fridge next to the kitchen's window. The picture he took before they booke out, because a little before people move out back then, they just came in and took pictures just to see if there's a be damaged. He dug it up. He showed me, and there was a fridge exactly where my sister was pretended to open the door, and I couldn't believe it because it was exactly where she was at in front of the kitchen's window. But again, you know, I wouldn't allowed to talk about any of this in my house, so I explained it away. I said, coincident, you know, I just brushed up. It's only money. I went down to the kitchen again to get water. As I turned the corner into the kitchen, I saw someone sitting there in the dark at the kitchen table, and the figure looked like my dad. I was like, hey, Dad, what are you doing away? He didn't answer me. I got some water, went back up, and you know, my doors in my parents' bedroom was open. I was drinking water and I looked in and I told my parents slipping in there. So I stopped. I turned on the light and I ran downstairs. Of course, there was no way there. Another late night studying and I was laying on the sofa with a laptop on a chest. After an hour in that position on my back was hurting a little bit side. I sat up to the laptop and the coffee table, and just before I put it down, the table slit like a good foot away from me and the coffee tables. It was not too heavy, but it was it was heavy. I just held a laptop in my hands and I was like, I froze and trying to process what happened. And in California, earthquakes aren't that at the common So I just like I explained it away as an earthquake, you know, but I knew that it was. It was an earthquake the whole apartment, that everything was being shaken move and not just one coffee table. So now I'm two years into college. We welcome and to a dish down house. My baby sister was born. She was a joy our lives and I loved taking care of her and spending time with her. When she was two, I was taking her care of her one morning and we were alone in the two story aparliament, and after giving her bath and I put clothes on her, I was on take her downstairs to get something to eat. And I had turned the corner and there was a couple of steps downstairs, and she was about to go with me when she just turned back to look at the bedroom hallway and she said, hey, look there's a lady there. So I just grabbed her and I just booked it downstairs. Again, I played up as an imagination and I didn't want to acknowledge it. Shortly the after, we had a roommate. He was a son of his family friend, so he came in to study, so we gave him a place to stay. He shared a bedroom with me. Now, the whole time, there was always something going on in the room that I slept him, things like feeling being watched, waking up, feeling someone sitting in the bed with the depression in the mattress, and especially the door opening on its own. So outside of the bedroom is a bedroom hallway and there was a loose piece of floorboard right outside of it, so if you walk slowly, you would hear the creak of the floorboard. And around three or four am, almost every single night, I would hear the floorboard creaking. And again I just explained as as someone in my family just probably waking up to get some water. But the door, the door kept opening by itself around three or four am every night because I would just wait kept with the door open. If you don't, even though I remember closing the door before going to sleep. I asked everyone if they opened the door to check on us during the night, and no one said they did. I tried to rule out any physical explanation. We closed the window, so there's no draft that was pulling the door open from outside. We chased the locks, We changed the door, then we changed the hole in the doorframe where the locking mechanism goes in. So basically we changed the whole thing, sort of changing the frame because you know, it was a rented apartment. But the door kept opening untold. So one night we were up in there. He was in his bed, I was in my bed, will each other our laptop, and then we heard the door handle turning. We looked at to see who's who's checking on us, but the door creaked open and the door had a little turn back. There was nobody there. The door was in his place, and you had to turn your handle and push to open it. Finally I got up and I closed the door and I locked it. Then I was convinced that there was no explanation for a lot of stuff that was happening. The first EVP that we captured, my roommate was an amateur rapper. He would write and record the song. It was like a whole thing. In the late two thousand one afternoon, I came back from class and I saw him laying his bed with his headphones on editing his songs and this song. He was staring at his laptop and his face was like flushed, like he was like red, and he looked shocked. So he told me to come here and put your headphone on and listened to the phone. So he had his audio playback opened, and I saw the different spikes of his voice on the audiogram. Before the respects of his voice, there was one single spike. So he played it the voice of an older man in Vietnamese brand land, which is keep going, and he was visibly scared. And I didn't know what EVP was. It's so surreal at that time. So I put a recorder in my room later and went to school. I am made sure that all the doors were closed, the window was closed. There was no one at home on the day that people would either go went to work or went to school. So I got home that day and I listened to the playband four hours of static nothing and in the middle of little math, I heard an older the lady acting. I guess from her age she was a middle aged lady. Again, I tried to rationalize it right, Maybe it was the sound from outside, but I checked with the neighbors at that time, there was nobody around anyway. I went to school, I went to work. It was weird, so I didn't try to record anything else. One night, I woke up in the middle of sleep and I knew I was having sleep arounsis. I was laying on my side and was looking at my roommate. I set uld'tee his face because there was a pale white legs in front of it, belonging to a girl. And she was in my sister because her legs and guys were not as as my sisters. I paid white legs and it turned around, it started to bend down. I closed my eye bees I knew whoever it was that was to look at me. I pretended to be asleep, but I could feel the eyes looking at me. And I woke up and I saw my roommate laying on his side looking at me, and I could tell that he saw her too, because he was scared, but he just turned away towards his wall and went back to sleep. Eventually he found a place on his own and he moved out. I moved to the other bedroom with my little brother. On the wall there was a heavy wooden cross, a good ten pounds, and it was right where I slept, so it was right on top of my head. One night, I was sleeping and suddenly I heard someone yell in my left ear time that's my name is name? I just choked it away just as a reaction, I put my hands up. As I put my hands up, the cross fell into my hand. It pushed it into my head. It hurt. I looked at my little brother and who was sleeping, so if someone was really there, it would have hurt it. It was really loud, either in my ears or in my head. I was confused. There was a little bit of ajournal into because I woke up and something fared in my head. I put a cross on the table. I put a clover over my head and went back to sleep and trying to think about what happened. In two thousand and nine, the whole family went back to Vietnam to visit our relatives for the first time. It's been like almost ten years now that wayside a little vacation, I went to the Buddhist temple where my grandfather's ashes were kept. It was in this little room where all the other ashes was on, with the picture of the seated in front of it. There was a little ceremony and it was very solemn atmosphere. And even though I was not a a Buddhist, I put my hand together and I listed that as everyone else prayed, I was in the first row. And then suddenly I felt numbed, like I was in flip garalysis. But then while I was awake, I was unable to move, and I felt I was trapped in my own mind and in my own body. My eyes became blurry, and I saw a figure in the tan slats and the blue shirts and the green hat again. He was standing where my grandfather was standing, and I couldn't see his face, but I saw his outline. I was shocked and emotional. I snapped out of it. I couldn't see him anymore. I turned over to my uncle that was standing next to me, and I said, hey, I see grandfather, and he just nodded. It was more natural to a separate paranormal in Buddhism. At that time, I felt relieved, glad that I saw my grandfather one last time, so I thought at the time he stayed in Mina for a few more days. It's customary to have a shrine in the house honoring the ancestors. So basically you have a place where with all the pictures of your ancestors and people with some visit and reminisce about the family members. The strye was on the foot floor. It was a party. I was eating and drinking. I was drunk. I went upstairs to go lay down. I fell asleep with one of my uncle and aunt next to me. Thirty minutes or so happened. I went to sleep. I sat up. I looked at my uncle and my aunt with distant eyes. I struck my imaginary beard and I said, it's time's family visiting. Time is my dad's name. And I continued to say things that I couldn't have known about other family members. They called my dad up. I was talking to him as it I'm his grandfather. My dad is forever Catholic. But he went ubsessed with the alter and he led an incense offering for the ancestors. Shortly after that I felt like to sleep. My great grandfather had a long beer, and I bear a resemblance to him, even the mole on my face the same mode that he had. That trip, I had to go back to the US earlier classes was going to start. I got back by myself. I was tired and it was different time zone and I couldn't sleep, so I put out an exercise DVD in the living room. I did an hour claudio, and then I put out with an hour of yoga, and at the end of the yoga session there was a little meditation, so I closed my eyes and the voice on the DVD chanted, you know, And I didn't have the value about it, because you know, early in the morning and you want to like disturb the neighbors. After a second I started to feel wait less and peaceful. And in the middle of the third I felt a hot breath on my right ear and I heard loud with first multiple voices. It lasted for maybe half a second, and when I opened my eyes and I saw no one around me, I was still like a little disoriented from the meditation. I tried to recollect what just happened, like they i'd really hear whispers so I caught my friend and I told him I'm going to slip over at his house. You know, I've seen enough scary movies, bad idea. The other person that believed was my little sister, the one who was sleepwalking. She came home one night, this time she's the one in college now. She was parking the car and she was outside and she saw my dad washing dishes through the window on the second floor as she came up, and she asked, hey, with your sister here my aunt and he said, no, it's late and it's probably at home. You know, why would she be here. I just told him that I saw you watching dishes by the window, and there was an older woman with white hair in a bun standing behind you. He became defensive, and they told her to start watching scarther movies and imagining things. Eventually, I looked out of the apartment, so I would come back sometimes to have a sleepover. One night, I went to sleep in the room where the pass there. This room belonged to my little sister. So now my sister's close laptop was in the room. She was away on the school trip. I closed the door, I locked it, and I don't want anything funny to happen. I went to sleep something I was chosen a way. Loud music was playing. I turned on the light and the laptop was open. YouTube was on, and I told myself it wasn't possible. First of all, the laptop was closed, even if I was sleepwalking, I didn't know her password to knock in whoever it was. I wanted to play a prank with me. I wanted to know that, hey, welcome back. Eventually we moved out. I found out that it was It was not the apartment, it was me. So I moved on to professional school in the country. But my first thing that I was so tired. I just crashed on the bed. I didn't care if the bed was dirty or not, just crashed. I was so exhausted. I opened my eyes to a murders sleep Healyssis episode. I couldn't move and I heard the door creaking open. There was an Asian woman. She was wearing those Chinese flowery pajamas as she was young with a bulk of hair. She floated around my luggage. She went around it, then she straddled me to put her legs on top of me, and she looked at me, who were having a staring contest. Her face was pale white. She didn't look evil, She's more like mischievous. Too. Smiled at me. I smiled at her. I blinked twice. She blinked twice. Then she just caught her head back and I could hear her laugh in my head. Then she got off me, and then I closed my eyes. The next morning, I told my flatmates what happened, and surprisingly they were supportive and they offered to switch room for me, and then I dug up the history of the time we lived in and show enough there was a sizeable Chinese immigrant population there. So a year went on. I was in graduate school. One night, I don't stop after studying for fourteen hours, and you know if you're in graduate school just studying full time for twelve sixteen hours a day. I remember it was a Thursday night when I went to sleep, and on Friday, at around two am, I woke up with an easy feeling and I opened my eyes and I saw a pair of skinny girl likes and that's when I said, oh my god, it's the same slip around as the episode. And I looked up to see who it was. I realized if I could look up. I mean, I'm not having slip around, I'm awake. And I looked up and it was my classmate Macie, and she whispered ten and like a pall of smoke, she just withered away. I sat right up because I could not believe I just hallucinated someone in my class. So I went out for a drink of water to come on earth. I came back in to go to sleep, and it was a heaviness in room. The room was under high pressure. It was suffocated. So I turned on the fen and I opened the balcony door. I felt the same heaviness in the room. I just got up to the living room to study, and by nine I was a star. So because I would have been enough twenty eight hours already, my cellphone rang and it was my other friend. Jenny told me that her roommate Mazy passed away in this sleep maze. Passed around one fifty five am, and I saw her at two. I could still see her in my head. A couple of weeks later, I had another Lusis dream. I was driving a bus with all of my extended family in the back. So I parked the bus at a roadside shack, and I told you, and hey, wait here, I wanted to check out the location of this check right. I stepped off the bus into the muddy ground. I felt cold, dirty mud splash about my legs. I was wearing short for some reason. So I walked into the building behind the shack, and there was a courtyard and there was a couple of rows of benches and a few old Asian men were sitting there. I recognized the old man in the tent slas in the green hat. It was my grandfather. I also recognized my great grandfather, the old man with the long bear. And in front of them there was a like a shimmering, clear invisible wall of force fields, like it was shimmering. So I walked close to this barrier and I pushed on it, and I felt the sting in my hand like a needle jab. But at the same time as I pushed on it, I felt pulling me in. I asked my grandfather and said, hey, what are you doing here? You're dead? Hater laughed, and the rest of them laught too slowly. The benches with them started retreating back into the distance. I woke up from his dream and I was crying and then I realized that that was my grandfather saying goodbye. And I haven't seen my grandfather since. After that I got married, we moved into the house, and yea, his son my two years Tomer, slept over at my mom's place, and he said he wouldn't go downstairs because great grandfather he's there. I'm for sure. I haven't told him about anything like that. I haven't told him about his grandfather or great grandfather. Around this time, he started having an imaginary friend like off timers, but they would only play at three or four in the morning. That word my wife a little bit, because you know, he needed to go to sleep. So one time I was six seven pm and I was washing dishes in the kitchen. I heard feet running and was, okay, my little tartler, why is he awake? Out of the hallway into the kitchen a carcagean white boy with both cut hair and blue eyes. You remember this boy from the mirror. It ran out of the bedroom into the wall, and then my little toddler came out after him. I took a moment to collect myself and wanted to see what happened. The activities continued, and this time we had another baby, two boys. I was holding a baby in the living room and was putting him to sleep. I was holding him, I was sitting in my chair in the living room and behold was dark. There was a light that came through the window, probably from a passing car. So in the living room there's this liquor cabinet. The light shone into the liquor cabinet. I saw a phantom little dressed that belonged to it, like a little girl or something. It was flowing in front of the cabinet because it was a glass liquor cabinet. Not only did I see the dress in front of the cabinet, I saw the reflection of it in the cabinet too. I didn't do anyth because I didn't want to wake the baby. That's the time that I thought to myself, is this another haunted house? Because I grew up in two haunted apartments, and that was the first time I started to they maybe it's not the apartment, Maybe it's me. One time I fell asleep and someone yelled at my name. Again. There was a younger female voice. It scared me out of my mind because it was loud. It's the loudest voice in my head I've ever heard. I asked my wife, does she call my name? She said no. I just went back to sleep. I didn't know what any of this meant. I am a lavatory scientist. I worked in a hospital. One night, I was at work and I was in the pathology room. The hospital. Morph is also in this room. I was cutting a positissue for testing. I was concentrating my work. Behind me was a cupboard. Suddenly a few plastic flightholders and clamps came flying out of the cabinet across the room and hit the other side. It hit the wall. It didn't fall. It flew out of there, violently, flew out of there. But no, I was in the mid of cutting. I was in the sterile field, so I couldn't leave, So I just sat out loud. You know, I'm working here, letting me alone. I finished up as quickly as I could, and I ran out of there one night, and you know, I have a checklist in my head of what I needed to do, so I was totally in the zone going on to the next task. I opened the refrigerator with a glass door to retrieve a unit of blood. I got it and I swull the door closed. In the reflection in the corner of the room, there was a shadow figure. It is solid black, wearing black scrubs, sitting on the counter in the corner behind me, crossing his arms and looking down. His whole body was black. I didn't pross what I saw into A couple of seconds later, I turned around and there was no one in there. I was the only person there. I just dropped everything. I just ran outside and tell my code worker what just happened. Before this, I was just see the phantom lap coat swinging. In my career for vision or occasionally I heard the disembodied voices or someone call him my name. But this is the first time that I saw the shadow figure. Usually when I do something tedious, I would have my headphone down and I would I would listen to music or podcast. I took my headphone out, I went to the back room. I put it on the keyboard. I came back to the bathroom and I looked for my my headphones. It wasn't there, and I looked all over. I turned the keyboard upside down. I looked at the drawer, I look on the floor. Did I drop it? I asked my other coworker in the room if she was playing with me, and she hit my headphone and she said no, she was a no corner. So she went out, and I just spoke out loud, you know, I said, hey, you do not mess with me. I would work and returned my headphone. I got out of the room, so both of us were out. I went to get some water. Two three minutes later, I came back and the headphones was on the keyboard exactly where I left it. I remember I turned the keyboard upside down to look for it. I've had this recurring dream where I was in the villin this countryside. It was in one of the villages. In the kitchen. It was not a modern kitchen that you were used, so it was a shack kitten there's a kitchen in the shack basically, and it was a wood fire, a kitchen I would dream. I would help. I would have cooking sotoking the fire, butchering the meat, and I remember reaching into the crevice on the side of the stuff. I can still see it. I was sally darkened, half burnt piece of wood with a foked crack at the handle. So the handle there's a crack just to move the firewood around. We wake up nothing too much while you know it's just another recurring dream. So it's one of my tips back to Vietnam. That's one time we went to an ancestral home of a distant branch of my family. I was in the countryside and it was a bit of a drive outside the city. It's a big property. I got to the kitchen and it was the same shack kitchen. I had a surreal moment. I just stopped there and I looked around. It was the exact same layout, The soul was exactly the same. I felt a little light headed, and my arms the legs were weak because I could not believe that I saw this in my dream. Ja rui is when you had a feeling that you've done this before. But I knew exactly what this was. I knew the kitchen. I went to the stove. I bent now, I stepped my head in the crevice. I pulled out the same half burnt stick with a thought crack at the handle. This was not a count. I didn't share this with the rest of the family. It's not normally nobody believed another dream. I had my routine was I was jogged in the morning. One time I woke up to find one of my uncles felling next to me and put his hand on my chest and told me to stay home. No, I don't need to run today. He looked just like my uncle, but he the only difference he had a thick mustache. But didn't make sense. He was living in Vietnam. Why would he be here in the US with me. I called and I talked to my aunt's uncle in Vietnam. I found out that my uncle was the youngest in the family. My grandma had a miscarriage after having him and was a boy. My aunt told me it could have been him, the uncle that my grandma had had a miscarriage. And a few months later, someone in my neighborhood was taking her dogs out for a job. She was run over by a car whose drive around the stop signed. I wanted to make the connection, but you know, the timing of the day was off. I dropped in the morning. This accident happened in the afternoon. Later, I realized that I was destined to get rune over that morning, but stay in bed instead, and then maybe no one else had to take my place, and there will be no accident off. But yeah, that's the conjecture. I dreamed about a family afore playing on the side of the house. It was a Caucasian family. There was a green convertible personal driving It was one of those old car a tto, and they were riding their initials in the year in the wet concrete on the side of your house. I didn't say what they were writing, but I know that's what they were doing. What else were you write in the concrete. I was a recovering dream. I didn't pay much attention to it because it's just a dream. Sometime later, in real life, we were looking to buy a house and the house of market in twenty one was very bad. And then one afternoon, after putting our names down at two different houses with very low hope, we went back home and on the way we had passed by this house or an open house site. I told MYE, you know what, let's just go in. Let's tryal left went in and tore the house. I went off by myself and I got to the side of the house and just like when I was in that kitchen, I stopped. I was shaping there. It is the green convertible gto. I walked to the side of the garage and I saw the initials in the year in concrete. All of a sudden, it's like a rush of intensity. I felt everything. I felt the happiness, I felt a nostalgia, I felt the laughter, I felt a shower. It's like all the emotion the property has experience. Had shared some of that with me. So the realtor reviewed that they had the owners retire and wanted to move to the United States and needed to set his house. Usually you needed to outbid the other buyer the price would just go up. However, the wheelsor told me that she was just instrected by the owner just before we showed up. Just settle for twenty thousand over the accid pace. So that's what we did. We offered twenty thousand, obove asking piers, and we got the house. The house has been good and I haven't had any pennimal experience here. My wife asked me, hey, have you seen anything unusual, and I said, no, Well, this is a good house. The last thing is all the hauntings happened while we go on vacation. There's been two. That's in the beginning. So we went to Indianapolis to attend a courths wedding, and it was a large group of us. We were booked a large, multi roomhouse and the first thing I noticed when I put up was this is a very nice Victorian house. Oh, but looks very nice historic It wasn't an historic part of the Indianapolis. So one night I went to sleep pretty late and I retired from a day of driving and attending events. My wife was in the bathroom getting ready to sleep as man, and the light was on in the room. It was a right white light, and I started the room getting darker through my closed eyelids. So I figure my wife and at the bedroom when she turned out the light. When I opened my eyes and was seemed like a second later, the room had a flickering yellow heel. I see the room was lit by candle lights. Standing at the foot of the bed with an older white man in colonial outfit. He had a saber or his sword by his side. I looked over to my right and there was an older white woman with salt and pepper hair in a white night gown. The older woman was looking into the distance, but the colonial officer was looking straight at me. I was scared I pushed myself to sit up, and as soon as sat up, the older woman turned to look at me. I realized, I am awake. I'm wide awake. This is an absolute paralysis. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at them. I saw myself standing on the sidewalk at an intercession. I looked up and saw the signs for the cross street Pennsylvania in twenty seconds, I said, there was speeding in a cross the intercession, but it hit the pedestrian. The pedestrian space zoomed into mind and I saw her face. It was an older black woman who with short busted air and did her name appeared in my head window. After I opened my eyes and I yelled out help. My wife came here, came out of the bathroom, and she asked what happened. I told her what I've seen, and she said, let's just go to sleep. I was very unnerned by what I saw. Two apparitions and a memory or something of someone getting right over Thur in the morning. I looked on the map and Pennsylvania twenty seconds went straight over of where we stay. We'll stay on the twenty first in Pennsylvania. I rationalized, I must have seen Pennsylvania twenty second on the map while I was riding, and I must have incorporated that location to where I saw. But I had no explanation for the colonial officer and the woman. I had no explanation for the name window. I googled a car accident and window and that located, but nothing came up. I couldn't explain it. A couple of nights later, I said in the kitchen to talk to one of the uncles. It was early in the morning again three in the morning, and I sat on the table across from him. Behind his head on the wall was an oval verily mirror. It was angled downward, where I said I could see his reflection in mind. We were in the middle of a conversation and I looked at in the mirror. There was a dark shadow figure moving on the wall behind me. It stopped, waved its right hand and continue moving out of field. I turned around right away, and of course there was nothing there. I didn't tell anyone until we got home and I talked about the last thing happened. It was in Chicago, Illinois. I visited Chicago in twenty two to attend for graduation from my master's degree that. We stayed at a hotel near the university. When we put up in a taxi, the hotel did not look exactly like what I expected. It was within a long building, and of course it's in historic Chicago. So we went out to the floor that we were in and was talking to my wife about what we're going to do tomorrow, so I didn't really pay attention to the interiors of the elevator. We got out the elevator and I looked for the sides to the room, but the first thing I noticed was how wide the hallway was. Usually the hotel hallways it's barely enough to fit two people, but this hallway was a good eight foot business and it reminded me of one location. It looks like a hospital hallway. I told my wife, yeah, you know, this looks like a hospital hallway, and she's like, yeah, it does. Is weirdly very wide. We passed the door frame on the way to the room, and it reminded me of the safety double doors that the hospitals would have. We made it to a room and we went to sleep, and it was late. I was fast asleep when I heard the alarms in my head. Oh my year I've said my shirt. In the background, I heard people talking and yelling. I woke up to this noise. I opened my eyes there and the monitor alarm was gone, but the background talking noise it echoed for like a good second before it did disappear. In the morning, I told my wife, you know, hey, I rationalized my wife that the air vent must have carried the voices of people talking in the other rooms, and I must have gotten woken up with them. We got up and went to breakfast in the lobby, so we got in the air ability to go down. This time, I was fresh, I was awake. I read the poster that was on the edit dinner. So this hotel used to be the Cook County Hospital. It's one of the first hospitals established in Chicago. It's a Civil war hospital that had the first medical internship. And I'm a blood bank and transfusion specialist, and Cook County is the first hospital where the first institutional blood bank in the whole world. I read about it, but I never looked up what the hospital looked like. The white hallway, the monitor alarm, the people speaking. It made sense then that I was there. I didn't feel scared. I felt emotional as a fan boy. Basically because I was in a historic location. I had to have a moment with myself to realize it internally that it's not all these places. It's probably mere, not repressive. Everywhere we don't talk about these things. It's hard for me to come to that realization. I try to like rationalize and disprove as well as I could, but I would accept the things I could not with panormal activities. You only get it it happened to you. How the apparitions they're fine as long as they don't make a noise. It's the ones I talk to you that's extra scary because the second sense of hearing, it's more of a confirmation that this is real, this is happening. When you have two or more senses confirming that is happening, it's no longer something subconscious, it's real. It's conscious. Just a side note here, our storyteller today mentioned Wendel a missing link in his story. He had no idea how it was connected to anything. Well, it turns out our editor and sound designer Sarah vorhe'z Wendel got us scared today when she heard it. Was it just a coincidence? If you have a true story that you want to share, head on over to truscarystory dot com and fill out the form. And if you're following the show, we'll get to hear another story next week. Anyway, thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See you soon.