Hello, my name is Nikki. This story did not happen to
me, but to my mother, in Thailand.
My parents believed in ghosts without a doubt, as they
grew up with them since childhood. And, out of all their
stories, I have chosen one that I have personally taken a
liking into.
My mother was very poor and lived in a very rural area
near many forests. This is where the story takes place.
It was an ugly and stormy evening in Thailand, twenty-
five years ago, while my 11-year old mother was picking
mushrooms near a wood. She wandered off into the trees and
before she knew it, was very deep into the heart of it. She
finally tore away from her absent minded picking and grew to
realize she had gotten lost. A little frightened, she
heard a sort of humming noise. It was coming form a huge
mango tree just a couple yards away. This very much freaked
her out so she began to run in the opposite direction of
the tree overlooking the whole forest. But it had already
gotten slightly dark when she approached a tree-house. Now,
being only eleven, she didn't realize any dangers or
precautions it might lead too, so she climbed up the
ladder.
When she half-crouched into the rather small space in
the tree-house she saw a man. He was around 50 years old
and friendly looking. "Oh, please sir," she pleaded. "I
seemed to have gotten lost, and it would be kind if you
could show me a way to the village." He looked at my mother
and said, "I knew you would be coming, child, please come
and sit down so I can tell you your future." My mother did
so while he gazed into her palm. "Ahhh, you will have more
than three kids and will be happily married on the other
side of this world." He said. "But now," He
continued, "Here is what you must do immediately." He very
sternly told my mother to follow the blue and black bird
just outside the broken window. He told her to avoid any
noises and ignore anything else in her way. Then she would
find saftey. "Do not look up, whatever you do, Child." He
stated when my mother climbed back down the chipped ladder.
My mother was scared at that point, but did as she was
told. She followed the bird, while the sun went down. She
heard many things on her way; like trees swaying when the
others were still; loud footsteps near her, that got louder
and louder; and even a little girl laughing. But she kept
on walking, only looking down at the bird. Finally, she
arrived at her burnt down shack, or in other words, what
she called home.
When she was home, she told my grandma all about it,
and soon they both figured out it was her great great
grandfather who told her the way. He died near that tree-
house. Oh, and by the way, his predictions were all very
true. My mother has 5 children, lives here in the US, and
is happily married to my dad.
Thank you so much for reading this, and I promise, it
is all very true.
Contact me here: Azn_BabyGurL_4@kiwibox.com
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