Originally Posted by ChatterBox
My grandparents' old house was haunted. It's probably over 70 years old now and is located in Vancouver on Commercial St. near Tecumseh Elementary School. My grandmother used to say that when no one was home, she would hear the front door open and slam shut, and hear kids running up the stairs. On gloomy days, she would often see a wide-set Japanese man clad in a kimono walk around the house. The scariest of the incidents happened to my aunt. One night, she woke up to see a figure standing at the end of her bed. She got freaked out and started praying and meditating until it went away. Another night, she woke up to see an ugly man with long hair lying next to her and staring at her. Again, she started praying and meditating. Thinking that her room might be haunted, she asked her brother (my uncle who is a hardcore Christian) to switch rooms with her. After the switch, she woke up one night to the feeling of someone kicking her the end of bed. The next morning, she saw CLEAR marks on at the end of her bed, as though they were made by something hard. She was royally freaked out by that point and finally told my very superstitious grandmother who ended up giving her a charm from the temple. Things were quiet in her room from there. After they moved out, we found out that long before my grandparents moved in, a Japanese man lived there and eventually committed suicide in the house. Had my grandparents known about that, they wouldn't have ventured near the house!
Two stories about my grandmothers:
Grandmother #1: My mom's mother.
A little over 2 years ago, my grandmother died after suffering a serious stroke. The morning of her death, my grandfather woke up to use the washroom around 4:30am. When he returned, he saw a figure that resembled my grandmother climb into their bed. Knowing perfectly well that my grandmother was in the hospital, he figured it must have been his eyes playing tricks on him and went back to bed. At around 5am, the hospital called to say that my grandmother had passed. My aunt later told us that during that morning at around 4:30am, she woke up to my little 5 year old cousin's crying and screaming in his sleep. She entered his room and was about to shush him until she heard him cry, "Paw Paw (grandmother in Chinese), don't go!" My aunt woke him up and asked him what the fuss was about, and my little cousin replied that he dreamed about grandma, and she came to say goodbye. So now my family's convinced that my grandmother had passed at 4:30am and not around 5am like the hospital had stated.
The last story is about my other grandmother: Dad's mom -
My grandmother passed away from old age just this past Christmas Eve. According to Chinese customs, we are to honour the dead on the 1 week anniversary of their death. It so happened that the 1 week anniversary fell on New Years Eve so neither my brother nor I slept at home that night, only my parents were home. My parents purchased this musical box (like a radio) from a Buddhist temple, which only plays meditations. On the evening of the anniversary, my parents kept the box playing in my grandmother's room until they went to bed, at which point my dad turned it off. The next morning, my mom woke up around 9am to use the washroom and she heard the faint sounds of the meditation box. She asked my dad if he had turned it off and he said yes, so she shrugged it off to her grogginess. When my dad woke up around 10am, he too heard the soft music from the meditation box. Thinking he might have left it on by accident, he went to check but found the machine as he had left it, OFF. Perhaps it was a reassuring sign from grandma??
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