Ghost story of my childhood :
At the age of 4, my sister was 8, we were witnesses of strange phenomena in the heart of our house in Sai Gon ... Here:
In our little game and studies room (I know, we should not mix the two ;-)), we both had the same vision : The ghost of a child who, threatening, appeared from time to time, putting us into awful fears. It was chasing us and disappeared suddenly when it was about to touch us physically, not hurting us.
One day, however, my sister was sitting at her desk, which was settled in front of a large steel top compartment backed against the wall. She did her homework when the cook called her to have dinner. As soon as she left her seat, the whole heavy steel compartment crashed onto the writing table, as if pushed from behind. Everything was smashed! My sister was safe and sound but in tears of fear.
We told our mother about this, but of course she put it on the account of the fertile infantile imagination. Until that special day where…. Mom offered me a doll.
All proud, I wanted her to take me in picture with my toy. The photography was taken in our play room, where we were alone, mom and me. When the photo was developed, what a surprise!
Look well into the mirror: What do you see? Yes ... the ghost of the little girl, holding the same doll as mine but in a different position. Since this photo, mom believed us and moved our play area to another room in the house ... the old room were then used as a guest room ..
Strange, is’nt it?
Of course, this photography is original, no trick nor cheat in anyway. It is taken on 1967 in Viet Nam.