Background: I'm 27 years old and have never had any personal experiences. However, I find the possibility fascinating and frequently read the wonderful stories here and ask about stories from people that I see as honest and trustworthy people (not quick to assume, level headed, possibly quite skeptic).
These stories are from my mother who I frequently talk to about her life in Vietnam because I want to be able to pass the history down to my children.
Some of her stories are fascinating and happen to be of the paranormal type. My mother is Catholic and is on the fence about paranormal happenings (because of her religion). She's very smart and level headed, and does not embellish stories that she recounts.
Anyway, here they are:
My mother said she and her cousin once saw a transparent white suit, almost like a mist, lay down on my great grandfather's wooden bed. This was from a different room. My mother says that the clothes were very clearly the traditional burial suit one would wear when they died. She thinks it was my great grandpa, as this happened after his death and because the suit was just like the nice white suit he was buried in. She also said she was not scared to see it and felt comforted.
This next story is about my grandfather. My mom's family were quite privileged in Vietnam and her father always hung out with the "right" people and knew how to talk. One day he and his wife (my grandmother) were going out to have a drink and dinner with their friends (another couple). My grandfather always brought his own bottles and carried a large bottle of liquor with him. When he got out of the car, he dropped the bottle on accident (which, according to my mom, he always made sure to hold the bottle securely) and it shattered. Well, now out of liquor, my grandfather said he would just go buy another (he always got the expensive, "real" liquor... There are many fakes in Vietnam that are filled with other things but sport the brand... But since he knew people, he always knew where to go for genuine). His friend said that wasn't necessary, he had a bottle at home and they could eat at his place. The friend suggested that he and my grandpa go in one car, and the girls go in the other. His friend's car was a Cadillac, so pretty rare to see back then.
Well, as they were driving down a road (which to mom says always has many accidents), my grandfather begins to go in and out of the lane he's in. His friend says nothing at first, but wonders why he's doing this because there's no traffic on the road. Finally after a few times, his friend says, "What are you doing?" My grandfather says, "I'm trying to avoid those kids on the bike." (This was late at night, it was two kids wearing white pajamas, maybe a brother and sister). The friend doesn't see them, but somehow the kids keep managing to catch up with the car (they're riding in the same direction). My grandfather starts arguing with his friend, saying "right there!" And the friend insists he doesn't see anybody.
The last time my grandfather changed lanes, another car was coming the opposite direction with four people from a wedding party and hits them head on. They died, and my grandfather was pronounced dead at the scene. His friend was injured, but lived.
Now, back then, if you were dead they would pull you out and leave you on the side of the road. My grandfather had the steering column go through his chest. My grandmother and her friend are driving behind them and see the hood of the Cadillac. The friend's wife notices the Cadillac's hood (again, a rare car at that time) and the girls pull up to the scene. My grandma picks up my grandfather and pleads a taxi driver to take him to the nearest hospital. From what my mother says, it's rare that anyone would have helped them because he was dead. The taxi driver helps take my grandfather to a hospital, where he is ignored and laid out in the hallway because he is dead. My grandmother pleads with doctors to help him. One Japanese doctor miraculously decides to take my grandfather in and saves him.
I'll write more when I can. The other stories my mom has are another of my grandfather experiencing something and a dream that she had (a contact?). I hope you enjoy these a little =).
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