Real Ghost Stories From Asia | Possessed by a Jinn, Haunted Spirits & Paranormal Horrors (x316)

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She's possessed by a jin. Their cattle dropped dead without warning. The smell of rotting meat would fill their home. Blood started to drip from their ceilings. This is taking

This is the wildest part that I've ever gone expected.

And this is an encounters episode and it is a topic I have wanted to cover for so long because it's getting in touch with my roots Asia. Yeah. Yeah.

Very spooky.

Greetings.

Happy January. Happy end of January. We're recording this early.

We are getting ahead. Well, cuz we were about to record a Christmas episode and I was like, "We are the least festive people in the world." And you're like, "Oh my god, we're not wearing sweaters." And we were like, "Pivot. Let's just

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choose a random encounters in January to record."

So, sorry if you're like, "Why is the Christmas stuff back up?"

Well, I tried to You can't really tell cuz I moved the tree. The stockings are taken down.

Just the garland.

And that just looks spooky like a you know.

Okay. So, we didn't we didn't even have to say anything and you never would have known. But now inside scoop into our secrets spilling the tea and we're drinking tea

and Sabrina's wearing a Dunkin Donuts outfit. [laughter]

I um Urban Outfitters did like a collab.

That's from Urban

with Duncan.

Oh my gosh.

And I was like, well, I do drink it daily.

Why not give them more free marketing?

I'm [ __ ] But welcome. This is Two Girls, One Ghost.

Two girls, one ghost. And this is an encounters episode. And it is a topic I have wanted to cover for so long because it's getting in touch with my roots, my heritage a bit.

Mhm.

And it's also a topic about maybe possibly one of the creepiest areas of the world.

Can you guess?

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It's not Mexico.

We'll give you a second guess.

Asia. Everything in Asia is so haunted. When we [clears throat] get a story from Asia, we're like, "Oh, here we go. This is going to be the most terrifying thing." And actually, we have a story from someone who the story has stuck in my mind so much that I actually think about it at least weekly. And it was, wasn't it from like Cambodia where the listener who was like their uncle or their brother went to a puppet show and then brought back?

So creepy.

Oh god, I hated that one. But I loved it.

Weird. Come down this alleyway and

I'll give you a private puppet show and make you take this puppet home with you.

So inappropriate. I'm going to show you my private puppet show. [laughter] Anyway, we chose from Asia is a huge huge continent and I started with my roots, my Pakistani roots.

It's interesting because I grew up very much.

Are you Pakistani? Pakistani.

My dad was born in Pakistan. You didn't know that?

For some reason, I thought you were like

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23 and me said that you were Indian.

I'm I'm a mut. I'm a I'm a major mut.

Um I'm a rescue I'm a rescue animal. [laughter] Um

I'm not someone rescue. Uh please actually [laughter] uh but no so my dad was born in Pakistan and immigrated to the states for college

but I really didn't grow up learning much about that side of my family. Yeah.

My grandmother is very British. There's like some Scottish influence. Then my grandfather is more Indian

and then there's like the British Indian War. You know all that stuff. Colonization happens everywhere.

Yes. There's also apparently incest in my family. What? Where? Like deep far back.

I'm not a result of incest. I mean maybe somewhere but

granted like incest was way more common. There was like there's no confirmed account.

It's just

but there's some family lore that people are like a little bit shifty and shady

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about the origins because I guess there's a belief that somewhere back back there was like incest or something. Oh,

and rightfully so, they are ashamed.

But we're here to talk about ghost stories. But yeah, so I grew up kind of hearing I knew that my dad grew up in a haunted place and but we didn't really talk about his upbringing in Pakistan until more recently because

I'm like, "Dad, you're haunted. Tell me more." And he's like, "Yeah, when I was in Pakistan, the gins would [ __ ] with me." So I And we're still waiting on that episode when your dad comes on and shares his tails.

I bring it up to him every time I talk to him. And my dad is great at bullshitting. So he says yes and then he doesn't show up. Right theme in my life with him. Okay. But this So this is now

the day I spoke to a jinn in Pakistan

a combination of two things from my upbringing that I learned from my dad Jyn and Pakistan. This is from our listener Zanub and it is called the day I spoke to a Jin in Pakistan. Hello girls. My name is Zanb and I am a new

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listener that has been binge listening all of your podcasts. And while I have many spooky stories, this is one of the creepiest I've ever endured. I grew up in Kansas, but half of my roots come from Pakistan. My father was born and raised there and remarried when I was young. My stepmother, also Pakistani, brought with her a set of beliefs that lived somewhere between faith and fear.

Yeah, that's a healthy place to live.

Exactly. In our Islamic household, there is always talks of jin beings made from smokeless fire. They are invisible to us, but they walk among us, watching, whispering, sometimes interfering. They can be good, they can be evil, but no matter what, they are always powerful. My stepmom believed without question, and she made sure that I followed her rules. One, don't walk under the trees at night. I've never heard that.

Well, remember I said my dad used to walk down the street, and that's the street where the gins would like they come out of the trees. Oh, wow.

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Specifically, I think banyan trees.

Oh my gosh, banyan trees. So beautiful. Rule number two, don't walk alone at night after 12:00 a.m. Three, always protect yourself from Nazar, the evil eye. And now, I never took it too seriously until the summer. We traveled to my stepmother's village outside of Fizal Alabad, Pakistan for a wedding. This village felt very different at night. During the day, beautiful, peaceful, but at night, the air was heavy, the darkness thick enough to feel on your skin. My stepmom kept us close, warning us not to wander. And then one evening, she told me that our neighbor's youngest daughter, let's call her Jay, had been, in quotes, unwell. She said it carefully, like the word itself could invite trouble.

Ew. And a few nights later, I learned the truth. I woke to screams, inhuman screams that tore through the

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night. They started low like an animal in pain, but then they shifted into a sharp pitch. So sharp it rattled my teeth. And beneath this, there was something else. A second voice deeper, rolling under the first like thunder in a cave. Oh my gosh. My stepmom's eyes were wide when I asked, "What's happening?" My stepmother said she's possessed by a jin. Very quietly. So Jay's family had been cursed, she explained. Their cattle dropped dead without warning. The smell of rotting meat would fill their home, seeping from nowhere. Blood started to drip from their ceilings, thick and warm.

"Holy crap, this is like serious poltergeist activity."

And they even took Jay to a healer over and over. Every time they'd go, she would be better for a few days, but it never lasted. So, one afternoon, my stepmom decided to visit and I went with her. We found Jay sitting in the sunlight, her head tilted back, eyes closed, and she didn't even blink when

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we approached. My stepmom greeted her in erdo, and Jay didn't respond right away. But all of a sudden, she jerked her head toward me with an unnatural puppetike motion. "How's your grandmother?" she asked in flawless English. And her voice was wrong.

[clears throat]

It was not hers, but it was hers. Layered like there were two people speaking at once. One of them buried far below. Ew. So, no one in Pakistan knew my maternal grandmother was sick. It was not something we had talked about with Jay or her family. And back in the States, my grandmother had been having unexplained seizures and the doctors still didn't know why. Jay looks at me smiling without moving the rest of her face and she said she's going to die of a brain tumor.

Excuse me. As she

just blurt that out to someone. That's so

Well, she's possessed

appropriate. [laughter]

She's possessed.

I need to learn this, too. Like, that's not that's not okay.

I don't think Jyn like to follow our rules. I don't think evil entities like to follow our rules. Are Jyn like fully evil? No. Like, they said that there's

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some good, there's some evil, but they're always powerful.

As Jay spoke, her pupils dilated until her eyes looked almost black. A thin trickle of saliva slid from the corner of her mouth. And then she repeated the sentence again and again, her tone shifting every time. Mocking, singong, then deep, then growling. And then the final time, she's going to die from a brain tumor. Her voice dropped so low it vibrated in my chest. I wanted to move to look away, but my body wouldn't obey. It felt like she was holding me there without even touching me. So finally my stepmom pulled me away, forced me to walk, and just before we stepped out of the gate, I felt her eyes on me again, turned my head, and there she was, Jay, still sitting in the sun, her body slack, but her lips were moving soundlessly like she was whispering. When I strained to listen, I realized she was saying my name over and over. Oh my god. And the entire time, her eyes

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never left mine. That is horrifying. What do you even do? Run. Run. You run away. You book a flight and [laughter] you get far far away. Well, we returned to the States and when we did, my grandmother's condition worsened and tests confirm. She had a brain tumor. Oh my god. She didn't die. She underwent treatment for her tumor. She lived many, many more years. Years that I really do treasure. I prayed for her constantly, even though I wasn't particularly religious. But maybe those prayers helped keep her alive. or maybe something else did. I never found out what happened to Jay. I am no longer close to my dad. And I've never gone looking. I don't blame you. But I still see her in my mind. Those blackened eyes, that whispering mouth, that voice that didn't belong to her. And it left me with a truth that I cannot shake. There are things in this world that are unexplainable, that are dangerous and dark, things that can see straight through you and tell you exactly what's coming. I love the podcast. It keeps my day flowing. I love hearing the little meows in the background from Leia. See

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you on the other side, Zanb.

That's a horrifying, terrifying. I'm so sorry about your grandmother.

I know.

It's also so disturbing to be like told something that you're like, "Oh my god, why would like this can't be true? Like, why would you say this?" And then to find out it's real. It just makes any opportunity you had to start secondg guessing whether you truly experienced what you experienced.

You can't just excuse it away. It's like, "Oh my god, no. I was really experiencing something

just so otherworldly, like so beyond." I also just feel so bad for Jay because I'm picturing like this is a neighbor's daughter like it's a

someone who lives at home still. I don't know how old they are but I mean no matter what age you are if you are possessed I am sorry that sounds horrible and terrible and I hope no one ever endures that but like

something is taking over her body to the point where there are multiple voices coming through her. She's waking up in the middle of the night and screaming in pain.

Yeah. I hate this because I I'm also like, okay, well, if this is something that's like such a big part of this

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culture, you would think that there would be so many remedies for it. So many ways they went to a healer,

but it's like, yeah, it's like the eb and flow of like

Yeah, you have the resources, but it doesn't always mean everything works. I mean, the same with us though, like we deal with demonic possessions and a lot of people will go get blessings or, you know, seek help and doesn't always work. Like same, I always think of the Smurl family. I always think of the Hinsdale house, like any of these hauntings that have so many similar

like patterns to them

where they have priests come and bless the house. They perform exorcisms and then those don't work, but then all of a sudden it just it just stops stops. It's also interesting a thing like Jyn because we have some people on campire stories that believe like that they are experiencing Jyn and stuff and so it doesn't necessarily just happen regionally to one spot but it does seem like it really originates more.

They're hanging out They're under the banyan trees.

Yeah,

man. Oh, man.

We promised that this one was going to

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be I mean, we knew it would be scary because the place that we're talking about, but I can't promise that the rest of the stories are going to be uplifting in any way.

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I think of someone dying...then they're dead

Okay. Well, maybe this one's definitely not uplifting. [laughter] Maybe this one's definitely not. Read this one next.

It's less about like a place and more just about someone from this place.

Okay. It is titled I think of someone dying when looking at that person. Now they're dead. Reminds me of you to be honest.

That's exactly what I thought too. I was like well I've had this experience.

Yeah.

Hi beautiful ghostes. I'm Rain. Just Rain.

I love that name. [laughter] Beautiful.

I'm from the Philippines and I've been listening to your podcast for quite some time now and hearing the stories I felt

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really validated as I've always thought that I was weird and no one would understand me. But here I am feeling badass, thinking that I'm writing to sisters. Sisters that I never got to have. Oh, thank you. Now you have them. We're your sisters. I've always been open to supernatural stuff since I was a kid. I've always heard stories from my parents about an entity, a goatlike creature, watching over me when I was an infant.

Fantastic.

Which I found out was baff me disappearing in the forest while sleeping for two separate times when I was a child. like sleepwalking into the forest and disappearing.

I think so.

That's absolutely horrifying.

Shadow people that have comforted me when I got locked out of the house in the dark.

And you know what's interesting is I feel like there's just like a lot of dark spirits that like become your your best friend. Rain.

It feels like the darkness is actually caring for you.

Hello darkness.

A spirit of a motherly ghost that lets me cry in my dreams

and vivid dreams that happen in real life. So get cozy, buckle up because

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this is going to be a longass story. Strapping in. It's not long at all. [laughter] Maybe it feels really long for Rain to have experienced this. Okay, this happened in late 2024, the first semester of school. It was during creative writing subject and our teacher is the sweetest guy that I have ever met. He's such a green flag and someone who loves his wife. He loves his students. He's known to just be this really happy person. and he was particularly close to me as he's a friend of my father's, which is something to keep in mind. Okay. I was paying attention to him while he checked our creative essays, judging the grammar and vocabulary, frustrated by misspelled words. And then suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. What if a teacher or someone from the school dies? Would we have a break? When I thought that, my ear suddenly rang and I caught myself staring at him. I just shook my head getting out that thought. It seemed like a bad omen. Fast forward a few days. I suddenly got a message from a classmate of mine that a person, a teacher is

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dead. Our teacher is dead. That teacher, I think so. I was flabbergasted. I sat up shocked, not believing it. And when I told my father, he scolded me for killing someone who was still alive.

But that's not your fault.

And asked around if what I was saying was true, and it was. Our teacher died due to cardiac arrest when he was sleeping on his wife's lap. Oh, that's so

expected it. He was expected to just live a long, healthy, happy life.

I don't think that it's Rain thinking it into existence. I feel like Rain is picking up on

something that was about to happen.

Yeah.

The energy of it.

Yeah. I just knew the universe.

Super dark, but it's like when 10 or 11 months before someone from my high school died, I called my mom saying, "Someone's going to die right here on the road." And it was like the exact spot the car accident happened. I was assigned to buy flowers for his wake. I made up an excuse to not go.

I isolated myself from everyone as this

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guilt just washed over me. It was a sudden death that no one expected but me. And I never told a soul about this until months after he had passed. I told only my trusted friends, the friends who knew about my ability. Whenever I am in school alone, I feel like I can still hear his laughter. And when I do, I whisper in the air, sending my warm regards, hoping that he's somewhere nice and happy wherever he is. To this day, I still feel really sorry. Though I do know that his death was a natural occurrence, but I just really hated the feeling of sensing that someone close to me was near to their expiration.

Yeah, that's unsettling cuz like

especially for that to be the first time it happens. And if it happens again, like what can you even really do anything?

I know. keep doing what you're doing as you offer a safe space for weird people like me. See you on the other side, Rain.

Wow. Well, I'm sorry. And I I I understand why that's so isolating.

Yeah.

Cuz you don't want to believe that you

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have that ability,

right? But I also like I I do understand in a sense why Rain's dad was like upset because I do just from the stories that we've heard, it feels like the Philippines is just like it is so haunted. There's so much that happens. There's such a strong belief in the paranormal that I can see like I feel like here you might say that to someone and they'd be like like what are you talking about?

Fish posh

fish posh. But there it's like that totally could could happen.

Belief in the other side is so strong and ingrained in their

culture. Yeah.

But Rain, you did not kill that man.

No, you did not. But I'm sorry that you had to know that it was happening before it happened and then have

these emotions.

I'm curious though if that's happened since then because it sounds like you're just picking up on

Yeah.

something in the universe. Um, another

mimics

thing that's kind of ingrained in and scary in the Philippines is um mimics.

And this is a story from our listener

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Iris. Literally just called mimics. Hi Karen and Sabrina. My name is Iris and I have a very creepy story about my aunt's old house back in the Philippines. I currently live in the [clears throat] States, so the stories I'm about to share to you are the experiences that my youngest aunt and her family have shared with me when I visited them. By the time I went back home, they had already moved out of that house, thank God. [laughter] So, for a little backstory, my maternal side of my family lives in the Philippines, specifically the island of Cebu. My aunt and uncle decided to move from my hometown to the city so that my cousin, who was an elementary school at the time, would be able to go to this English private school. They moved into a house which was a part of a gated neighborhood with lots of young mango trees planted in the front yard. In the Philippines, there's a heavy belief that nature, trees, stones, antills, etc. house spirits and other creatures like dwende goblins and elves or capray tall af giant horselike beings that smoke a

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pipe in the trees and monongal I hate the monongal so much we've done a whole episode on the monongal but it is a lady that separates half of her body and flies out in the night looking for victims since it was a newly developed neighborhood they felt safe it wasn't until they fully moved in and it was a couple of months later on that they started to notice something was a couple little things they could easily pass on as misplacement or forgetfulness. But a couple months later, they started noticing more alarming incidents, mostly when they were alone. For example, my uncle does manuscript work for companies that are located out of the country. And while he was apparently in his study area, he had a full-blown conversation with my little cousin about her day. She was telling him about what she was doing at school, what current topics she was studying, and my uncle asked her question after question, she would respond. Vice versa. It was a full-on conversation. And it wasn't until 20-ish minutes in that he noticed my cousin all of a sudden went really quiet. When he turned, she was nowhere to be found. Oh

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my god. [laughter]

He thought she went outside of the room, so he opened the door to look for her. And nothing. My cousin wasn't there. At first, he thought nothing of it. He walked downstairs expecting my cousin to be

Weren't they having a conversation though? Like that's for her to just disappear.

I don't know how old she was. Like the cousin was maybe she had to like go pee, you know? There's probably so many things that

he was trying to write it off as. He really thought nothing of it at first. He walked down the stairs expecting my cousin to be at least in the living room or the kitchen or bedroom because my baby cousin slept in the same room as her parents, but she wasn't there. As he starts to panic, my aunt and baby cousin walk in the front door. You would think, "Oh, she just went outside." But no, my aunt had just picked her up from school and they were just getting home.

Are you kidding me? Who was he talking to that old?

Which means whoever my uncle had a full-blown conversation with was definitely not my cousin.

Oh, I hate that.

20 minutes.

That's such a long time. That's

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terrifying.

Another time in that house.

Holy [ __ ] I'd be like scared of my child then, you know? Like you're like, "Am I talking to you or am I talking to someone else now?" Like the next future conversation.

Yeah. You're like, "Is it like how do I test this?"

Another time in that house, my other aunt and uncle, I'll call them Lex and Leroy, decided to visit the aunt and uncle who lived there and stayed a whole week. Their trip was great until the end. My uncle Leroy was apparently showering when he heard the door open. He thought my aunt Lex was coming in, so he continues to shower. He starts having a casual conversation with Lex about what their plans were for the rest of the days before they had to leave. You know, regular conversation between two adults about vacation. It wasn't until the end of the shower that he noticed Lex got really quiet.

He moved the shower curtain over to see if my aunt was okay, only to find that he was alone in there. My aunt was nowhere to be seen. Weirded out, he continued with his shower wrapped up and went outside of the bedroom to find my aunt sitting on the bed watching TV. So he thought maybe she just left mid

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conversation. So he was a little perplexed and he asked if she was angry at him to which my aunt replied that she had no idea what he was talking about.

Yeah.

And he was like, "We were just talking and then you walked out."

Wow. This poor guy. This keeps happening.

This is a different uncle.

Oh. Oh. Oh. [laughter] Oh. I was like,

"But same type of haunting

conversation."

Same type of haunting in the same house.

Yeah.

Happening to the uncles.

Oh, the men.

He was asking why she left mid-con conversation. And she's like, "What do you mean? I wasn't even in the bathroom. She just got back from the kitchen. How could they have been mid-con conversation?

It's like so beyond just feeling the presence of someone and just assuming that they're in the bathroom with you. Like they're it's like a conversation.

My uncle was puzzled because he swore that they were talking about their plans and she was even responding to his questions and even made little jokes. But my aunt said, "Nope, I was not in the bathroom at all." So again, who was my other uncle talking to? I could truly compile a folder of events that happened in that house alone, but those are two that stuck out to me the most just because of how long those conversations

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were and the fact that whoever they were talking to could easily mimic someone's voice. And side fact, whoever was mimicking them could easily mimic anyone's laugh and has taken a liking to imitating my little cousin's laugh.

Stay safe and stay spooky. Girls are the best, Iris.

Oh my gosh, this is like a very powerful mimic. It's like, what do you even do about this?

And it's not like it's having a creepy conversation that's like starting fights between couples.

It's just normal.

Yeah.

And then it's almost like when the real person is about to come back, that's when they disappear. Because

the first uncle, the cousin disappeared, and then like a minute later, the cousin and aunt walked into the house. And then with Uncle Leroy, it almost seems like when the aunt came back from the kitchen into the bedroom is when the aunt in the bathroom disappeared.

Yeah. [clears throat]

I hate it.

It's for way too long. Like it's not just like a two-minute conversation.

It reminds me of um

It's like what even you're switching topics at that point. Like

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for sure

you're all over the place.

You're making full on plans. It reminds me of uh Ghost in the BBS.

Oh my god, I miss Ghost in the BS.

I think she's been coming out with more.

Is she? Oh my gosh, that was such a good podcast. I was so invested.

Same. Go check that out if you haven't already.

Okay. [laughter]

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a ghost story from Vietnam

A good story from Vietnam. Hi, spooky poogies. Just an average lurker from the UK. And I love what you guys do. You get me through the rough times in the week. So, please keep doing what you're doing. Okay. This story isn't very long, but it is one from when I was about 8 years old. This was 21 years ago.

Okay.

My mother had booked a trip for our family to go to Vietnam to see family. When we got there somewhere in the north, we were stuck at home going

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nowhere for the duration of the summer holidays. We were there July through September. So long trip that is really nice. We hardly knew the language. We were told to stay home at our grandparents place when my mother would run out for errands. And safe to say this was an extremely boring summer. [clears throat] The only thing that I could do was sleep or watch TV. It was more so frustrating that my mom had brought along our two cousins who tormented me when they got bored. [laughter]

I'm so sorry. They would also talk in Vietnamese so I couldn't understand what they were plotting. I wasn't allowed to leave the house unless escorted by an adult to go to church, which was across the road from our grandparents house. The church was very tall and it attracted a lot of birds into the rafters, chirping so loudly that you could actually hear them all the way from my grandparents house. The church also had a surrounding moat with live fish that the priest would feed regularly. I love that. His own little like koi pond. Yeah. One day, the church sermon was held in the afternoon. So, we got dressed in our best as we normally

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do and we made our way over. I decided to bring my hat as my mother didn't like it when I was in the sun. She wanted me to keep my pale complexion because of the beauty standards of the East.

This time, the sermon was super long. It spanned for hours. Of course, me being only eight at the time, this might have not actually been hours, but it felt really long.

I get that.

There was no air conditioning, only little fans dotted around the church. And by the time it was over, the sun had gone down and we were all exhausted from the time and from the heat. Trying to get home as soon as possible, I doused myself in cold water. I remembered, "Oh my [clears throat] gosh, I forgot my hat." So, I went back to go get it. And when I went back, there was a woman sobbing, sitting alone by my hat, long black hair, not unusual as we all had long black hair, and wearing a white, I'm going to mispronounce this. Auday, again, nothing out of the ordinary for where we were. I nodded my head respectfully to acknowledge her. I

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grabbed my hat and then I went to leave. I remember it being eerily quiet and I remember feeling really cold. M

she had said something to me, but I didn't understand the language, so I just kept walking. But then she said it again, louder, and I heard her say, "Don't go." Crying louder and louder.

"Oh, so sad."

I went to turn around to ask her if she was okay when my cousin grabbed me by the wrist and asked me why I was taking so long. I didn't know how to respond because they asked me in Vietnamese. And then she said quickly, "Across the bridge. You need to cross the bridge." What? Flustered, she pushed me across it and then ran to the house before leaving me behind. When I turned back around, the church was empty. But the birds were chirping loudly again. The air around me felt sweltering. We've heard of this. Doesn't matter where you are in the world. Nope. When I did go back to the house, my mom asked me why I had taken so long. And she asked me this in English. So I told her I I love how [laughter] it's like what I under was asked and understood. What I was asked

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and didn't understand. [laughter] I told her that I was getting my hat and my cousin could vouch for me. But my cousin looked at me confused and said that she wasn't anywhere near the church. She didn't go to church that day. She couldn't be bothered. I didn't go anywhere alone near that church.

Wait, the cousin didn't go?

The cousin who like the bridge

get across the bridge. Get and then sprinted away and disappeared. Was never

Okay. But wasn't this one of the cousins that like liked to [ __ ] with her?

True.

I mean, either way, there's something paranormal that happened.

Yeah.

But Huh. After that incident, I didn't tell anyone about it. My cousin denied ever being near that place and it wasn't like anything happened anyway. So, I just left it alone. But it was inevitable that I would have to go back into that church because I had to pick something up for my auntie's wedding. I assumed that the wedding was what my mom was so busy with every single day during that summer holiday. But that was only half of it. I was only told years later what my mom had planned for me. First, I went back into that church. It was the middle of the day and I assumed evil spirits wouldn't be able to do anything in broad daylight. So, I went there, got

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what I needed, and then I left. I felt the same coldness from that night, but I ignored it, thinking, "Okay, well, maybe it's just a cold breeze." Maybe, or something much more sinister.

However, I started to get feverish and then suddenly fell ill. I remember coming in and out of consciousness, hearing my mother say that I couldn't meet them like this. I assumed it was my aunt's fiance's family, and then I just went back to sleep. On the night the fever was at its worst, I had the most horrific dream. The woman that had been crying was there.

Oh, she told me, "Don't go with them." I told her, "I don't know who she is." I ran over to my mother and the woman fell to her knees and wailed, screaming, "Don't go with them. Don't go with them." Over and over. How horrifying. The dream continued to where I was taken to a man who I didn't know and left there by my mother.

Oh, that's so sad. I know this is a dream, but like

I know.

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The woman grabbed me and tried to get me out. But they caught her and they butchered her in front of my eyes, hanging her body on a hook like a pig, and told me that I was never ever leaving unless I wanted this same thing to happen to me. What the actual, right? I woke up soaked in a cold sweat and crying because this felt too real. And I remembered my aunt, the one who was going to get married, comforting me and telling me that I was going to be okay. I didn't tell her about the dream. I just told her that I had a really bad dream. And so she asked me if I could spend time with her and her fianceé that afternoon. I asked her,

"Don't go with them.

Don't go with them."

It reminds me of the um of Sarah Pollson. What does she like scream cry in that one American Horror Story season where it's like

I don't know. Oh my gosh. Wait, this is going to bother me. Oh, he's escaping. The killer is escaping.

What is this? What scene? [laughter]

Oh my gosh. It's American Horror Story Asylum. I'm going to play it. Okay.

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Sorry.

He's escaping. The killer is escaping. Help me. [laughter]

I love that that stuck with you. Yeah. Well, cuz it's a meme. Oh, so my aunt asked if I should spend time with her and her fianceé that afternoon. I asked her if I should ask my mother as she didn't really like me going anywhere without her knowing, but my aunt said it was okay. She would deal with it when we got back home. So, we had fun. We went shopping. We had food together. And at some point, I must have fallen asleep and they took me home. I remember waking up to my mother screaming at my aunt for taking me out of the house. My aunt must have covered my ears and took me to bed because all I heard was some muffled screams after that. The wedding was wonderful and I spoke to no one about this dream until now. It's not like anyone would believe me anyway. And I couldn't really make anything of it all at the time. Years later, I found out that my mother had arranged for someone to come and get me that very night. She was trying to find me a husband,

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someone who would pay a handsome dowy for 8-year-old little me. 8 years old. Who didn't know the language? I didn't know where we were. And then I kind of put two and two together because she did again when I was 19. Whether it was a vivid imagination or ghosts warning me and trying to protect me, I couldn't say. All I know is I won't ever be going back to that place, especially on my own. If you got through all of that, thank you so much for reading. It feels like a huge weight off my shoulders after so many years of telling nobody about this story.

Yeah, that's absolutely horrifying. Love and blessings to all the spooky pookies from Cindy. But we have an update from Cindy. Yeah. Did Cindy go back? Hello again, the lovely ghost says Karina and Sabrina. I never thought that I would have a part two to this story as I don't remember telling anyone about it when I was younger, nor did I think anyone would believe me, but here it goes. After writing to you guys, I told my dad about it because I thought maybe as a partial skeptic, it wouldn't matter. I've never had an experience since that

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time and thought nothing of it when regarding the story and telling him about it last week. That was when he told me that something did happen to me. But it was when I came home from that holiday. My dad did not come with us on that holiday as he had worked according to my mom. So when I had come back to the UK, I had told him about that woman. However, he didn't believe me. I then told him in the next few days before school started that the woman was getting closer to me in the dream and I was really scared. And Cindy doesn't remember that part of it.

Uh-uh. He told me it was just a dream and just to ignore it. And that's when I told him that she would crawl after me and grab my leg and drag me back down with her. He told me that nothing in the dreams could hurt me. He told me not to eat any more sweets as he thought maybe it was just eating candy before bed causing these weird nightmares.

Sure.

And that was when something happened to me that he could not ignore.

What happened?

A massive bulging started to form on my thigh where I had told him that she was grabbing it. [gasps]

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It looked like a large blister but was solid to the touch and only grew larger the more and more we tried to ignore it.

What the heck? It's like pay attention to me.

Yeah. He said I actually started to limp due to its size.

Oh my god, that's so that's horrible. My mom brought me to the doctors and they said that it was just a blister and that it would eventually go away. But a blister from what? She told my dad and was worried that the devil in my dreams would disfigure me if I didn't go to church. And my dad told her to listen to the doctors and that I would be fine. No medicine, no surgery, just left it alone. Then one morning, as my dad was getting ready for work, he heard someone running down the hall and then a loud bang as though they had just thrown themselves against his bedroom door. He opened it to find me curled up on the floor crying that the ghost had gotten me. The blister had popped. Oh my god.

A large gaping wound resembling a fingernail scratch [gasps] down my skin.

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This is taking

This is the wildest part we've ever gotten.

Expected.

My dad called out to my mom and she asked what happened. According to my dad, I kept screaming, "The ghost got me. The ghost got me." And he could see right through to my thigh bone,

but there was no blood.

He wanted to take me to the hospital, but my mom refused. So they kept me home for two weeks telling the school that I was suffering from the flu.

Two weeks

while my mom prayed over my body the whole time. I don't remember this part at all.

Yeah, cuz it's traumatic.

Yeah, you I would block that out as well.

I thought that maybe when I was younger I'd been bitten by a dog and that's where I got this scar.

You still have the scar.

But this explains why there's an indentation on my thigh. The scar is now covered by a tattoo and I've long since forgotten about it until today.

Shut with love, Cindy.

With horror.

With horror. Oh my gosh. This is like I'm just flabbergasted. Like the fact

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that Cindy's like, "No one will believe me. Like, I'm This feels so good to finally tell you guys my story." And then being like, "Well, maybe I can tell my dad now that I've written it into the podcast."

All of this coming through.

Yeah. And then her dad being like, "Wait, do you not remember what happened after that?" I'm also just so confused by like what this haunting is, what the intention was, what did it want?

Yeah.

Does anyone know? Anyone?

It's so confusing cuz it almost seems like the this one when they were in the church or like at her grandmother's house or whatever that like don't go with them, don't go with them. It seems like she was trying to like warn her and save her and like mourn a little 8-year-old being sold away to another family and like the horrors that would persist with that.

But then the fact that she's now like hunting her in her dreams, physically harming her, gashing her leg open, crawling after her, scraping her leg open down to the bone.

It reminds me of the grudge.

Yeah. Also, I think your mom needs to believe in medicine a little bit more. Yeah, you should have.

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I have some questions, but it's not my place to judge. And but

but also like go to the hospital if your legs keep being open like that. Like you could be if your bone sepsis and all that. Yeah. It's just terrible.

I'm glad you're okay.

Yeah. And I'm glad that nothing has happened like that since.

Holy [ __ ] balls.

Yeah, that was the a wild follow-up email.

It's terrifying. Um Okay, [laughter] there's no transition. Next story. This

my family ghost

is from our listener Aaliyah and it is called My Family Ghost. And there's two stories, but Aaliyah says, "Hi there. I'm a new listener and absolutely loving the stories you've been sharing. I wanted to contribute a couple of eerie tales from my family's experiences in Malaysia. These are especially close to my heart as I involve my father and in some way myself as well. Story one, the spirit in the sketchbook." Ooh. In Malaysia, we are a melting pot of cultures and religions. It's melee, Chinese, Indian, and more. And spiritual beliefs that often weave deeply into our

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lives. My father comes from a Melee Muslim background. And what I'm about to share begins long before I was ever born. My grandfather, like many from older generations, was the guardian of a family spirit, a supernatural being inherited from his own father. These spirits were believed to protect the family. And when my dad left for boarding school in Australia, my grandfather gifted him the spirit for protection. Oh wow, that's so interesting.

While at school, my dad was unfortunately bullied quite badly.

Largely because of racial differences. Struggling to cope, he started communicating with the spirit in a very unique way through drawings. He is an incredible artist and he would sketch in this comic style format as a way to speak with the spirit. He never really fully explained how it responded or how they communicated, but it was very real their connection and it was through the art. One day after being beaten up again, my father out of desperation and rage cut his arm and used his own blood

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to draw in his sketchbook. And that night, something terrifying happened. The spirit went after the boy who had hurt him.

My

also just like dad's intuition to like use his own blood in this sort of sketch. Like I wouldn't think to do that,

but this is wild. My father said the next morning he woke up to find out that something broke the boy's bones in the night, left him bleeding and nearly killed him. He instantly knew it was his spirit like the guide. Horrified by what he had unleashed, my dad quickly sketched a command for the spirit to stop and it obeyed. And from that day forward, he vowed to never summon it again. But after that, the spirit

can't you summon it for good? Like what if it has no gauge in what is good or bad? It just does what it thinks

to protect you.

Yeah.

Yeah. To protect you.

The spirit lingered after that. And when I was a baby, my father noticed that I would often giggle to myself. At first, he thought nothing of it. But as I grew

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into a toddler, I began talking and playing with someone that no one else could see. My dad had a strange feeling, so he asked, "Who are you talking to?" And I replied, "I'm playing with the boy." He then asked, "Is the boy bald?" And I said, "Yes." He knew instantly that this was the same spirit because my father had seen it once before. It was a boy about 10 years old, bald with tan skin.

Wow.

Not wanting it around me, he grabbed his old sketchbook, went deep into the jungle behind our home, and began to draw again. He told the spirit it was no longer welcome, said some prayers, and burned the drawings that he used to summon it. It left for the most part, but every now and then it does come back. It's so interesting, though, because it

does feel like it's attached to the whole family. So, it's like, well, if you don't want me around, they won't be around as much,

but I'm going to always watch.

You can't get rid of me.

Like, I'm a part of you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Wow. Story number two is called the dagger that comes and goes. This next

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part happened more recently, and it's about that same spirit. You see, for a spirit like this to remain anchored, it needs a physical object, a home. For my father, that object was a caris, a traditional asymmetrical dagger common in the melee culture. When the spirit left, this caris would disappear, too. I provided a picture of an example of the caris to get a better understanding of how it looks. So, I think it's that

which I feel like we've read stories like this before.

Yeah.

Where spirits attached to like a dagger of some kind.

Okay. So, fast forward to my cousin's wedding day. He approached my dad and thanked him for lending the car to wear with his traditional outfit. My father was confused. He hadn't seen this dagger in years and definitely had not given it to anyone. So when he asked my cousin where he got it, my cousin replied, "You came to my house and gave it to me." [sighs and gasps] Shut the [ __ ] up. That is so scary. Why are there so many mimics in Asia?

I don't know. Before my dad could say

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anything more, the bride called my cousin away. After the wedding, they went to retrieve the dagger, but it was gone. They searched the entire room, but it had vanished without a trace. And to this day, we do not only comes back and finds you when you need it most.

It's very

Brotherhood of the Traveling Dagger.

Yeah, [laughter] it's very I was like, what's the sword? The Gryffindor sword. To this day, we don't know where it went and occasionally my dad will check the old storage spot where my grandmother used to keep it. Sometimes it's there, other times it's gone. I love this. It's got its own mind. It's got its own agenda. That's just like,

oh, here's where's always, but

who knows?

Is there another family that has always the one that's delivering it?

Like, does it always pretend to be him?

Wild. We've considered reaching out to a religious scholar or spiritual expert, someone who truly understands how to sever these kinds of bonds, but my dad never did. My dad said that when he passes, he believes the spirit will choose a new owner from among his children. He told me once that it will

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pick the one he likes the most. I have a younger brother and a stepister, but the spirit has never come in contact with them. It has only ever interacted with me. Well, [ __ ] And that is just how the email ends.

Okay. Just like that.

I don't think that this is such a bad thing.

I don't either. Like I know it did a really bad thing, but I think it did that thing on your behalf and you're in control. Yeah.

Yeah. Like Yeah. Like you as in

protective

whoever has the

the spirit attached. What does it remind me of? I feel like there's a a movie. Oh, what's the show? Um, same person who did I'm Not Okay. There's a show on Netflix. It's kind of similar to Carrie, but maybe it is I'm Not Okay, but basically it's about a girl who like has like she's going through high, middle school, high school puberty, and like her anger manifests as something paranormal

and it kind of takes over, has a mind of its own.

Yeah. I feel like you could harness the

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spirit for good and like if you're really clear with how you want it to enact revenge too where it's like, you know, write the wrongs, but like beating a child to death

near death.

Near death is definitely not it. But like appearing at the edge of their bed and saying never mess with so and so again, like that is so frightening. Like that does the trick.

I'm not okay with this is the show on Netflix. She's dealing with the complexities of high school family and her sexuality while dealing with new superpowers. Oh, it's based on a graphic novel. Interesting. Interesting.

Interesting. But what's interesting is we have one more story to share for our Patreon members. So, if you're not on Patreon and you want to hear an extra little

terrifying story,

terrifying story, head on over to Patreon and join us there. But otherwise, we'll see you next week and we love you. But if you have ghost stories from anywhere in the world, your own personal, from your family, your friends, please email them to us at two girlsodcast@gmail.com. Like Karen said, check us out on Patreon for so many other bonuses and benefits.

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And thank you so much to our editor and producer Jamie Ryan. And thank you to our producer Emma. We're so grateful for their help and we're so grateful for all of you. We love you and we will see you on the other side. Very spooky.