Hello friends. Welcome back to the spiritual section
And this is episode 2
my name is Duc Duy
And today I will continue to tell you the spiritual stories my friends have sent in the past time
In the past week, after I posted the first video
I would also like to thank you for supporting me.
You have also contributed comments and sent to me.
thank you very much
Some of you ask me why the sound is so small.
Because of that video I filmed in Da Lat city at a hotel so I was a bit shaken.
Do you guys understand the reason?
The second reason is because of this microphone.
This is a genuine Chinese microphone
I ordered on Lazada and was delivered from China so the sound quality was not good.
ok
In this video, I will improve the sound quality.
Some others asked why in the first video, the third story was so short.
I have already explained it,
how you send the story, I will tell it like that.
I didn't add any details.
you see the video if you find it good
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You have the spiritual stories that you have experienced
or heard friends and relatives tell
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And now we start the story of this video this time.
The first story is Thuy Duong's.
This story doesn't have a name, so I would like to name this story: Strange things at preschool.
While telling stories, sometimes I will turn to the side.
Because I have to read your email on my laptop
So sometimes I won't be able to look at the camera
Please sympathize with me.
Now we start the story of Thuy Duong
Strange things at preschool
Hi everyone, I am Duong
I am currently living and working in Ben Tre province.
Speaking of spirituality, it certainly does not make us curious and there is little fear.
But most of the stories written about it,
the films made about it are somewhat fictional to increase attraction.
What about real life?
Do you believe that ghosts are real?
You're watching this video, how many have you ever met?
Particularly, I believe in the existence of the spirit world,
they are invisible in our lives.
They are also conscious and thinking, only that they are no longer physically and have not been transcended.
I am not persuading you to believe my words
with scientific explanations or religious views
. I simply want to share with you the real stories I have experienced
and want to exchange with you thoughts and judgments about the mysteries between everyday life through the spiritual section on channel youtube of my friend.
He also believes in spirituality and wants to understand more about it.
Before I start my story,
I would also like to say that I am very shy
so maybe my story is not terrifying
but it is really nothing to be afraid of.
It's just a shy child like me telling me it's a courage.
The story was also four years ago,
from the day I graduated from the Early Childhood Education course
and started work at a kindergarten near the city center
(I would not say the school name)
Before the school was built, its predecessor was a lotus pond.
. Most people when they hear about the lotus pond,
more or less on their faces are a little shy or light-headed.
Only I am indifferent to say
"How are you, lotus pond, how beautiful the lotus is."
One sister said, "This child is innocent poetry, speaks of lotus pond that she only knows lotus."
I heard that started curious and learn.
In the end, the problem was released
but I did not express as they were but worse,
the face was pale
and my hands feet were cold.
They told that the place or places with large lotus ponds
often had deaths that were not simply an accident,
but those who unfortunately fell there could hardly stand up.
Since then, people who have heard of this place
cannot avoid being blunt.
Going back to my story,
seeing that I'm scared, some colleagues can't help laughing.
Who lives more than 20 years old and then is so cowardly
Honestly, my blood pressure was like a freehand
so I don't know what shame is.
A few days after I started working,
I started to get to know everyone in the school,
partly because I wanted to get along to create a happy atmosphere,
in part I also wanted to hear something strange about the lotus pond area that everyone still afraid.
But I don't hear them mention much,
Is it nothing good because they do not dare to mention?
However
if they mention it, I don't have the courage to listen
think so I don't ask anymore.
Once, because baby''s parents picked her up late,
I stayed with her and waited for her parents to pick her up
I could have sent the baby to the security room
but because the baby was too young,
I was worried that she was unfamiliar with the stranger crying.
after her parents picked her up, it was almost 6 pm,
when the sky was dark
I found it seems that there is only one in my school, and naturally it is scary.
Being busy arranging for a few moments
I heard a cough coming from the school gate
when my legs began to freeze
trying to reassure myself that it was not,
someone must pass by
when I could not go, I could go home at night.
Then I also took the motorbike to the gate,
looked over, saw the security guard sitting in the room,
the two legs at that time were thawed, happy.
I asked him: "did you cough earlier?"
"Yes, I haven't been sick for a few days now"
"Oh my god, I'm so scared, I thought ..."
"Do you think people know how to fly?"
And then he laughed.
His laughing voice made me light,
I sat down to talk to him
because most of them were familiar,
and each of them was less likely to work together.
Asking out,
that he has worked here since the school was founded
it has been nearly ten years.
I asked him about the lotus pond the day before,
Oh my god, naturally ask what to do, but also ask at this time.
Missed it and knew how to stop listening.
He said,
, "Actually, you are not the first person to be curious about this
that evil ghost story
we are decent and not afraid.
I used to live at night at school, sometimes I heard the sound of footsteps chattering out of nowhere,
but at that time it was midnight, who do you think is free?
In my mind, I only thought about the hidden people,
but what to do.
Honestly, I'm not afraid,
but they just can't rest.
I asked him if he told this story to anyone,
he said no
partly because people would not believe it,
partly because he didn't want to make people worry when he went to work, so he didn't.
He also said it might be frustrating, so he had to say
"everyone let me rest, I can do it tomorrow, if I can hear it, please"
I don't know if they heard it and then didn't bother me anymore, but once again.
At that time, they could only be begged.
Listening to me, I can't hide the fear on my face.
Looks like he realized that, so he said
"are you afraid? It's nothing,
really. You are normal and go to work
Remember, we are so kind, we don't have to fear anything.
Now ghosts live a few times more terrifying.
Go home and let your parents look ".
I left him and left, thinking about what he said.
Perhaps I should know how to control my fear,
moreover, as him say, they will do no harm to anyone.
Talk about your work.
The class I was assigned after being accepted to work was a relatively small class
the kids were very cute
This is the only class that lacks a teacher
so I was assigned immediately.
I find it strange to ask the teacher to do the same thing:
"my class is a small class, requires a lot of care, so why is it that you and my nanny, so the other classes have two teachers?"
She said
"It was just a month ago when I was missing, my class had two teachers before."
I don't ask anymore because of a very simple thought:
changing recognition is normal for any workplace.
In the days that followed
I heard the girls talk about me and the previous teacher of that class.
Something like:
I see you look like that girl
I see her fat, the other girl is thin
Yes, she is tall, she has long hair like that.
Recognizing when I looked over your class that your figure was I was startled
I was so dumb,
why did I keep comparing myself to that teacher all the time
like or not it was worth discussing like that?
After that, I asked the girls if they could see a picture of that teacher
and received a uniform result that they had deleted her image
no one dared to put it in the phone
I reappear curiosity
and accidentally cause my blood pressure to fall freely when I know the cause.
That teacher didn't have to quit her job as I thought,
, but she was murdered.
Then they told me more
asked for permission for the deceased's private reason
, so I didn't mention it here.
From the day she died,
everything was still no different.
When she was alive she was also peaceful with people.
After that, nothing really happened.
I started to get used to the working environment
and psychology is not as fearful as before.
Until one afternoon
on the day I watch the kids sleep.
The night before because I stayed up late at the lesson,
I got tired during the afternoon, Thank you Thuy Duong. Thank you for listening to the first story.
and my eyes were limp and dazed
Afraid to sleep, forget what the kids have, but don't find it in time
While I was half-dreamed
I lost a white shirt, neat long hair, but my face was not very clear.
She told me to "take a short nap, I watch the kids"
subconsciously at that time,
I thought that my colleague could feel tired and wanted to help.
(My school teacher uniform is all white)
As soon as I was about to sleep, I suddenly remembered
doing something that someone of my age could say like that,
Sitting up and looking back and forth, no one was seen.
he class is opening the air-conditioner and sweat persists on the forehead.
Asking her to teach, no one has been in class at all, and no one has said anything.
I told her,
she said that a few days after her death,
there were butterflies flying into the classroom a little bit and then walking around recently.
Recently, she don't see it anymore.
Today may be because of missing the kids but visiting.
When I heard that, my face seemed to have lost all blood and turned pale.
Try to look over to see if there are any butterflies.
. At that time, I was sure I was really faint.
The next day, she saw a general instructor bring fruit into the classroom,
then went to the hall after burning three incense sticks and saying something.
From that day on, I could no longer see that person
but still could not forget that afternoon.
I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for a few days,
but I didn't know what I was after.
Obviously she does not harm or true kidding
I still remember that soft voice,
though didn't see her face,
but she was probably pretty like everyone described
A teacher who has a beautiful voice and a gentle voice must be very loved by her students.
I feel sorry for her at the end of her life at a young age.
This is my story, do you have any thoughts?
n fact, I feel that they are just because of their attachment to things
they are familiar with or for some reason that their existence does not intentionally affect people like us.
Do not have a bad look about them.
If you have a story of your own that has gone through or heard of a reliable person, please send it and share it.
Not for the sake of curiosity, but we may have a lot of new look, different thoughts.
Wish everyone health and lots of fun.
Thank you Thuy Duong. Thank you for listening to the first story.
The second story is from Ms. Thanh Thuy.
I thought she called Ms because
in the story of the past years
I think she was old so I called Ms reasonable.
Her story has no name,
so I would also like to name this story:
My father.
invite you to follow the story.
Dear friends, today I want to tell you a story and this is a true story
and the main character in this story is me.
It has imprinted in my memories for 44 years that I never forget
After hearing the story, I really want you to give me an idea of
what kind of phenomenon it is.
Until now I have not explained it.
I am the youngest daughter in the family
so everyone loves me and especially my father.
Me too
all day wrapped around tangerine
I remember that I was 8 years old and I was in third grade.
One day I was very sick.
I heard my father tell my mother:
''she has a very high fever,''
That night, Dad let me take medicine and take care of me until I slept.
At that time I didn't know if I slept or not
but I saw my father coming out of the room and drinking tea
After a while I saw a man come in.
He wore a horrid white "Ba ba" clothing and his face was a green
He approached my father and said he was a ghost
came here to take me.
Hearing that, I ran out shouting:
''Don't, don't daddy, he's a ghost, I don't go, I'm not going anywhere! ''
But my father didn't say anything
and let the man take me away.
I just walked and cried
and thought why my father let him arrest me.
I just followed him, going forever.
I saw the sky light up
and before my eyes was a thick forest of trees that had no path.
The man also disappeared and I shouted loudly: ''Daddy! -''.
Startled awake
I saw my father hugging me in his arms
The story hasn't stopped there yet.
The next morning
my father told everyone that
after giving me medicine and seeing that I was sleeping
he went out to sit and have tea.
After a while,
he saw me going out
but he saw that my eyes were closed
my mouth was like saying something that my father did not hear well.
At that time my father did not dare to call me up
and watched what I did.
Dad told me to come near his tea table
and I reached out my hand like I was holding my hand.
Then I just went out.
My father recounted me for 30 seconds when I suddenly gasped and fell to the ground
My father carried me and my house and tried to wake me up but after a while I regained consciousness.
Time passed but that dream I could not forget.
It wasn't until I was 12 years old
that my father was very sick
I remember it was 1976,
at that time, the doctor didn't have it
nor did the medicine.
Whoever gave the medicine, my father took the medicine.
The amulet teacher, the dharma teacher is enough,
but my father's illness is getting worse.
I love my father very much.
Every day after returning from school,
I sat next to him and gave him a fan.
At that time, my family had a Frankincense wooden fan.
Each time the fan, the scent was very pleasant
so my father slept very well.
One day when he was sleeping, he suddenly shouted:
"No, no, I don't go anywhere, my baby is very small."
I thought he was dreaming, so I called him up.
My father said there was a man pulling him away but he didn't go
A few days later,
I dreamed again about the man the other day
also the white clothes and the green face
He said he came to make me a funeral
. I was very scared and cried a lot when I woke up
The next morning, the saddest day in my life came.
My father passed away forever.
You probably understand what it is like to lose a loved one, right?
I love you very much and cry a lot.
Every night I still look forward to seeing three times in my dream but I still can't see it.
At the age of 36
I was living and working in Ho Chi Minh City
One day after I got home from work
I was very tired and went to bed early.
. In the dream
I saw someone
put his hand on my forehead
I opened my eyes and saw that it was my father.
I thought in my mind that my father had died long ago.
I took my hand and took my hand and called '' Daddy '
but my father disappeared when I woke up
I was both afraid and happy
because I thought
many years my father has always been with me and blessed me.
It was the only time I had seen him since my father's death.
Now I recall that I missed and loved my father very much.
After listening to my story, if someone can explain it, please let me know.
Wish you all good health
Thank you,Ms Thuy, thank you for listening to the second story.
Thank you for accompanying me in the second part of the spiritual section.
If you see the video if you find it good, remember to like and subscribe to your YouTube channel so that I have more motivation to do the next video.
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Wish you all good health. bye and see you again in the next video.
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