Category Archives: Narrative

The Presence in the Bed

“So one time I was over at my mom’s place and she just, you know, moved out.

This is later on in life. And I had this. This. This place where my mom was staying had this weird energy.

I mean, really kind of like you got a bad, you know, feeling in your stomach.

So I’m laying down in her bed, and she was in the shower.

And as I’m laying down in her bed, I’ve had my eyes kind of shut.

I’m just kind of relaxing. I felt what felt like someone kind of came up behind me and kind of spooned me.

That was weird. So I opened it. When I open my eyes, there is no one there but you. I mean, you literally clearly felt someone getting on the bed, you know, each step and then putting their body next to you and putting their arm around you.

And I kind of jumped up and freaked out a little bit.  What the heck? What the heck was that? That’s a little uncomfortable. It. And it didn’t feel like it. It didn’t feel like it had good intentions, if you know what I mean […] yeah, nefarious. So then, okay, so that’s just one other experience.”

Storyteller’s thoughts

The teller interprets this as an encounter with an unwanted or negative spirit. She mentioned the “place” had weird energy, the kind that gives you  “a bad, you know, feeling in your stomach”. And so the spirit was from the same space and gave her that bad feeling. 

My thoughts

Here were several points that made this an interesting story. The first one is the timing – she said it was much later in life, especially compared to the first story where she was a child. She also mentioned that her mom had “moved out,” and I didn’t ask for more details, but it made me wonder what led to that: was it a divorce, a death, or some kind of transition? She also refers to the space as just a “place,” not a home or even a house, which stood out to me. It almost makes it sound like the space itself is temporary or unsettled, and she even describes it as having bad energy, like nothing good can really happen there.

Another thing I kept thinking about is that she was lying on her mom’s bed. Why was she there? Was she stepping into her mom’s space, even temporarily? It made me wonder if whatever she felt might have been directed at her mom, and not at her – like maybe whatever presence was there didn’t realize someone else was in the bed, and then “left” once it did.

She says, “when I opened my eyes,” which made me pause. It sounds like there was a gap between feeling the touch and reacting to it. I wonder why – was she frozen, trying to process it, or unsure of what she was feeling? That moment feels almost suspended, like a liminal state between sleep and waking, where the body and mind don’t fully react right away.

This story stands out because it involves physical touch, which makes it more intense than typical ghost stories. It creates a strong sense of fear because the experience feels clearly unwanted by the teller. At the same time, there are still things left unsaid – like whether she told anyone afterward – which adds to the unsettling feeling, because the experience stays somewhat contained and unresolved.

The story about Hai Van Passage

Age: 42

Context:
My relative who really enjoys taking road trips on his motorbike in different cities in Vietnam told me about this legend about the Hai Van Passage. It was once the busiest passage that connected major cities in the central part of Vietnam. However, its poor infrastructure along with foggy weather due to high altitude led to many traffic accidents.

The Story:
A woodcutter lived at the foot of the Hai Van Passage. One cold, rainy day near Lunar New Year, he went into the mountains to gather wood but on his way back, he got completely lost despite knowing the mountain really well.

As the night fell, he found an abandoned shrine and fell asleep there. In the middle of the night, he woke up to loud voices. Peeking out, he saw a horrifying scene: dozens of oddly figured bodies with missing limbs or torn flesh. They were supposedly ghosts of people who had died in accidents on the pass.

The “leader” of the spirits said that the next morning at 9 a.m., a passenger bus with 38 people would pass by. Their goal was to push it off the cliff and kill everyone except one pregnant woman. The woodcutter was frightened but remained silent until dawn.

As soon as morning came, he rushed down the mountain and waited in the middle of the road. When the bus arrived, he stopped it and asked how many passengers were inside and whether or not there was a pregnant woman. Shockingly, every detail matched what the woodcutter heard.

Eventually, they canceled the trip and made offerings to the spirits. The driver of the bus retired after escaping death. That day, the woodcutter didn’t just survive the night, he saved 38 lives.

The Informant’s Thoughts: My relative found this a really intriguing story. Despite not entirely believing in superstitions or mythical creatures, he often told this story to his friends who share the same passion for cross-country road trips with him. Aside from that, he also thought that this was a marketing scheme for nearby temples and charm or amulet sellers.

Analysis: This story really creeped me out, especially when the interview was conducted at night for me, while my relative was enjoying his bright and sunny noon break. On reflection, this story truly adds cultural value to the area around Hai Van Passage, especially since Buddhism is dominant there. Not only that, the story also serves as a subtle warning for drivers to remain cautious, as the pass is well known for its challenging and potentially dangerous conditions.

Dual spirit possession. Huh?

Age: 15
Performance Date: 04/17/2026

Context: 

I am an international student in the US. When I went back to India for my winter break, I took a trip to Rajasthan – the western part of the country – with my family. One night, my cousins and I decided to talk about our experiences with ghosts at 2 am. We turned the lights off, sat in a circle, and turned on our touches. One cousin of mine, let’s call her T for the story, volunteered to share her frightening experiences of being possessed by a spirit(S).

The Story:

One day, T was coming back home from school when she unknowingly stepped on a piece of lime on the road. Eatery items in India tend to have an association with black magic, where the magician uses food, i.e., items like sweets, lime, or fruits and leaves them on the roads or distributes them in temples, taking advantage of the naive nature of people as they unknowingly eat the possessed food item, considering it a gift of god.

However, in her case, T stepped on one instead of eating it. Coming back home, she was normal. But it didn’t take long for her to be abnormal. She started liking to sit in the dark, would randomly laugh, and would look at the right side of her bed, and would cry for no reason. 

As the days passed, no one in her family really noticed what was happening. One day, she was having lunch when she randomly picked up her lunch plate and took it out of the house. She walked towards the spot where she stepped on the lime. By then, her mom was out of the kitchen and realized that T was not there. Her mom, in search of her, came out of the house and shouted out loud. “Hey T, what are you doing?” This sharp sound broke her trance, but made her mom realize that something was not right with her. 

After a few days of repeated unusual things that T did, it made her mom certain that her daughter was possessed. She fortunately knew a priest, who previously had experience dealing with necromancy. When the priest paid a visit to their house, he gave a piece of paper with spiritual chants written on it, and asked T to read it for a week and then mix that piece of paper in a glass of water and drink it at the end of the week. T also mentioned that after mixing that paper, the glass of water would turn orange. Before that priest left the house, he told T, “Be strong, someone is fighting for you as long as you let them”.

Days passed, and the priest paid weekly visits. Even though the hallucinations were declining, they weren’t completely gone. Suddenly, one day, T stopped sleeping in her room, saying that the right side of the bed feels inclined, and I feel there is a gush of wind hitting my face whenever I toss towards that side.

After a couple of days, she began waking up in places she didn’t remember going to, and her mother started staying awake at night. One evening, T quietly started walking towards the balcony. As T walked closer to the edge of the balcony, her body refused to move, as if two magnets with the same polarity were kept head-on. It felt like something was pulling her forward and holding her back at the same time. That night, when the priest returned, he explained that  “There are two spirits. One is trying to take her. The other is trying to protect her.”

Over the next few days, the rituals became more intense. T read more chants and the priest performed cleansing prayers in the house. And the weird behavior slowly began to fade away. One fine day, it was the end of the week, when T began mixing the piece of paper in water, ready to drink, but it did not turn orange. After that day, everything stopped.

Their Thoughts: 

T says that it was a horrifying experience for her. She also believes that this made her more spiritual. Not only this, she initially was a bit reluctant to share this story with others, but now she has mustered the courage to talk about it among her peers, and feels “it is just cool, thankfully I have no spirit now”.

My Thoughts: When T began narrating the story, I initially was a bit skeptical about whether the story was true or not. Over the course of the trip, I spoke to her mom to ask if something like this really happened, and to my surprise, it really did. More so, it was scary for me too, as I used to hear legends about people being possessed by back magic, but I never believed them. This time, when it happened to T, I now feel black magic exists, and I try to be vigilant of my surroundings when walking on the road or when eating food given by people.

The mountain ghost! Trip which turned haunted

Age: 75
Performance Date: 04/10/2026

Context: My grandfather did his K-12 studies at a boarding school in India. His school was in a remote location, and it was built on top of a hill. Right below the hill was a graveyard, and a famous legend had its way around campus – whenever children of his school would go out for an excursion and return late at night, they’d see a woman with a veil selling corn, late at night, by the roadside along the mountainous curves. As his school was on top of a hill, people had to be careful when driving around the corners of the mountain, especially at night, to avoid accidents. Residents would call this ghost the “corn seller” as she and her family had died due to an accident on this road. The story is that one day, a group of young boys was driving a super-fast car on these narrow roads. Suddenly, they saw a truck coming from the front. As there was no time for them to brake, the boys took a sharp turn towards the side to save themselves, but unfortunately ran over the corn seller’s canopy, killing her and her two-year-old child.

Story: Let us call my grander D for the story. His school allowed these excursions only for students in high school. Excursions were two-day-long trips from Saturday morning to Sunday night, and the students would travel during the nighttime to attend school on Monday. D had heard many stories of his seniors spotting this corn seller when coming back to school from the city. This time it was D’s turn.

D, as usual, left campus on Saturday morning. On the way down, he was vigilant to find the corn seller and bust the legend, but to his surprise, there was no canopy or woman selling corn. As his trip came to an end, D told me all his friends were super tired, yet they were trying to scare each other by pretending that they saw the women.  

Suddenly, the bus got a flat tire as they were about to reach the hostel, right after they passed the graveyard. It was around 10 pm, and all the children went silent. However, the bus driver was confident and let D and his friends come out of the bus to help him fix the flat tire. Most of the children were either sleepy or too scared to come out of the bus, but D and a couple of his friends decided to step out and help the driver. 

As the bus driver started to repair the puncture, D did not have anything to do. As he and one of his friends (let’s call him V) started talking to each other, paying almost no attention to the flat tire. Suddenly, they saw a deer. It was not moving, but its eyes shone like a diamond. For some reason, it caught their attention. Being young boys, they wanted to see what it was. D told me, “I was not sure if it was a deer, a dog, or some other wild animal, though the eyes looked like those of a deer.” Without thinking much, D and his friend V moved towards this weird creature.

The headlights from the bus barely reached that part of the jungle/road. As they stood there, both heard a faint voice from behind, “Bhutta le lo” ( which means please buy corn in English). V looked at D and said laughingly, “Did you hear that?” Before D could respond, the voice came again, this time sharper than before, as if the person was much closer. D and V slowly turned their heads for a brief second, and though they saw a faint figure on the other side of the road, they moved towards the bus. 

They were merely 200 meters away from the bus, but when they came back, the driver asked where you guys were and why you were both sweating. Both together said, “Kuch Nahi, we were just checking if we could get a lift, that’s why we went a little forward.”  They both did not share this with anyone at school, but now, when they think about it, they still do not know what exactly it was. Did they see the corn seller, or was it just their mind telling them that you are tired?

Their Thoughts: D brings this story almost every time we have a celebration at our house. He says that this incident made me believe in ghosts, and even since he never dared to be curious about spirits or haunted things in general.  He told me, “I still remember not being able to sleep at night, and the next morning when I met V, he too was in a similar situation.

My thoughts: I think D was tired, but if the story is true, then in my analysis, the ghost was wanted and was there to help people by scaring them to not stay on the road, as it was not safe due to the narrow roads. She was there not to scare people, but in reality to save their lives as they were standing on an accident-prone road.

Ghost or Elf On The Shelf?

Age: 21

This story takes place in a childhood home in San Antonio, Texas, on an early Saturday morning in December. PR was elementary school–aged at the time and asleep in his bed. Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled him out of a deep sleep (not enough to fully wake him, though) so he ignored it and drifted back to sleep.

Then he heard it again: another knock, this time accompanied by a low voice telling him to get up, something like, “Hey, PR, wake up.” Assuming it was his dad, who followed a strict morning routine, PR figured that a knock so early on a Saturday must mean something important. So he put on his slippers and bathrobe and headed downstairs.

Confused, he looked for his dad but couldn’t find him anywhere. A family friend from Spain had been staying with them and was already awake due to the time difference. PR asked if he had seen or heard his dad, but the friend replied, “No, he hasn’t been here.”

Still puzzled, PR went back upstairs to check his parents’ bedroom…only to find both of them fast asleep, completely out. Despite the unexplained knock, he returned to his room. Since it was the Christmas season and his family had an Elf on the Shelf that supposedly moved around every night, he blamed it on the elf.

“As a kid, I immediately thought, ‘Oh, it was the Elf on the Shelf. He was playing a prank on me.’ That made perfect sense to me then.”

Years later, however, PR looked back on the experience and had a realization: “Wait…that wasn’t the elf.” It suddenly struck him how strange the whole event really was. It felt almost ghostly. He tried to rationalize it, but pointed out that neither his dad nor the family friend were the type to knock and then rush back to bed. They were both very routine-oriented.

It left him wondering whether it had been something paranormal or simply a half-dreaming state. PR considers himself a rational thinker and believes there must be a logical explanation. He suggests it could have been a groggy hallucination, though he isn’t entirely sure. Regardless, it felt very real, very strange, and has stayed with him ever since.

He also noted that there was no known history of haunting in the house. It was relatively new, built in the late 1980s or early 1990s, and only one other family had lived there before, who they didn’t know. His parents once mentioned that a young daughter had previously occupied his room, but aside from that, nothing else unusual or paranormal ever occurred in the house.

Although PR believes it’s unlikely that his dad or the guest could have knocked, it’s still possible. Another explanation could be that a combination of ordinary noises woke him, and his half-asleep brain filled in the sound of his father’s voice. It may have been a mix of both.

The story reflects common elements found in ghost narratives, particularly the motif of poltergeist activity. A “noisy ghost” associated with domestic spaces. It also involves a child, which is significant, as children are often portrayed as more sensitive or connected to the spirit world. Additionally, the timing is notable: the December holiday season, when routines are disrupted, traditions are heightened, and households feel different than usual. Early Saturday morning, a time typically reserved for uninterrupted rest, adds to the sense of disorientation.

All of these factors could have placed PR in an unusual mental state, where strange occurrences felt more believable, or where his mind was more likely to interpret ambiguous stimuli as something extraordinary.