"There is a ghost in this house."
That was what my maid told me one year ago, after my family coming back from our Europe trip.
"Why do you think that?" I asked.
"Because I was the only one staying here," she said, "and every night there were footsteps running upstairs. When I went to check, I heard footsteps downstairs, and they kept repeating for nights. When I went in your room I even saw a shadow of a girl for a second and it just disappeared right after."
I know my maid well, and of all the traits that she has, she is definitely not a liar.
A lot of Vietnamese people believe in the existence of ghosts, and they believe that ghosts are the souls of people who died with regrets. Virgin girls are usually the strongest and scariest ghosts. My friend told me a story about a girl in her school, who went on a trip with her boyfriend. They got into an accident, and the guy got thrown away from the bike to the other side of the street, yet he only had scratches. But the girl, who was pressed under the bike, died instantly. In Vietnamese tradition, people burn incense to see off dead. When her boyfriend tried to burn his incense, it wouldn't burn. An old wise man behind him whispered to him, that the girl hadn't forgiven him yet since he took her away from home but didn't bring her back. He cried and said sorry on her grave, and then he could burn his incense.
An experiment by Doctor Duncan MacDougall (an early 20th century physician) called "Mass of the Soul" proved that the human soul was 21 grams. The experiment was carried out using six patients who were near dead, and Duncan measured the mass of the patient before and after dead, and there was an average of 21 gram loss after the dead of six patients. His result was considered meaningless and never had been reproduced, yet there was a movie in 2003 called "21 grams" which was related to this experiment.
Asian people tend to believe in ghosts more than American and European people do. It might be due to the fact that, as a Vietnamese myself, we live more based on the spiritual side of life, then the realistic side. We believe that the people who passed away are still watching us and helping us going through our lives. The popularity of psychics also makes it easily for us to believe in this non-scientific existence. There are a lot of famous psychics in Vietnam, for example, Phan Thi Bich Hang, one of the psychics who are currently famous for finding the lost soldier bodies in the war. She has found out more than 4,000 bodies lost during the war, and they were also identified as the people she said they were. However, there were a lot of bad rumors about her in 2010 so she stopped doing her psychic work and returned to business. She said that it wouldn't stop her from doing the good work for the future, but back then it was her only choice to get out of stress.
I live in Ho Chi Minh City, where the war was at its bloodiest. I've heard stories about headless ghosts since I was 7, and people wandering on the rivers since I was 9. People find psychics to check the houses they were going to buy before they actually buy it, and my mom does it too. Apparently she got a bad psychic, because even though he said our house was safe, my maid saw a ghost in there. Personally, I do believe in the existence of ghost, because I myself had somewhat experienced paranormal activities before in my life. When I was 11, I usually slept alone on the third floor, the top floor of the house, because there was only one bedroom there and I could get the whole floor for myself. One night, I woke up and heard someone walking outside. I opened the door, and saw the balcony door opened. There was a white shadow passing through the windows. I thought it was my grandpa because he usually walked on the balcony to relax himself, so I came downstairs and checked. His light was off, and it was 2 A.M, so I was confused. I came back up, and saw the door closed, and I was sure that nobody went up stairs because my grandpa's room was right next to the stairs, and my room was the only bedroom on the third floor. After that, I decided to stick to my bedroom on the second floor every night.