by Unknown
My mom and I were pretty scared, so I got up and went to see what it was because she wouldn't. When I got to the back door, no one was there. So I just closed it.
After that I was on the computer, and I heard my cabinet doors open, but I ignored it. Then I heard the dishes being put away. I went to the kitchen to see who it was and all of the dishes were in the same place.
I thought that was pretty freaky, so I told my mom about it, and she said that it was probably my imagination.
After that I went to bed, and woke up at around 3 A.M. and heard someone talking to me. The voice said, "It's your grandma." I looked around and there was no one there. So now I knew that it's my grandma, and I shouldn't be scared.
From that day on I have seen and heard someone walking around in my house, and I'm pretty sure it's my grandma watching over me making sure everything is all right.
Father watching over me
Royse City, Texas
My father and I have had a rocky relationship throughout my childhood, up to adulthood. But, when I turned 25 he came back into my life.
To make a long story short, he came home to Texas to live with my grandma in a hospice to pretty much die at home. They had tried everything, but told us he just needed to be in a comatose state.
The first ghost sighting I had with him was when I left him on the day he passed away. I was at home and was all alone in my room watching TV. I was under the covers and I could feel someone sitting on my blanket. I looked up to see a white mist. I wasn't sure who it was at first. I sat up and put my glasses on and it was my father.
At first I was like, you can't be here. You are supposed to be at grandmas in bed! He just looked at me and leaned down, and it was like he was hugging me. It got cold for like three second and then he disappeared!
Then around midnight my grandma called me to tell me that he had passed away. I said, "I know grams -- I saw him!" She was blown away because she had told me the same story of what happened to her and our stories matched!
Now other things have happened since then, because it's only been a year and I'm still grieving. But, things happen that I can't explain.
I had a friend named Tim who died in combat over in Iraq and I was tore up about that. So, between him and my father, I think they are both watching Over me.
There will be nights when I'll have the remote on my bed far away from me and my TV will turn off and then on again. And I'll have fun -- Ill say, "dad or Tim, if that is you, can you turn on the TV again?" -- and the TV will turn on!
One night I was taking a bath and the lights flickered. There was no bad weather, but the lights flickered and then went off. Now, that freaked me out because I'm afraid of the dark!
Another incident was when I was driving in my car to go shopping and the song I played at my father's funeral was on the radio. On certain occasions it would come on, but only when by myself.
Also, it would be late at night and I would get up to get something to drink and I would see a bright ball of light just zoom past me. One night after the bright ball zoomed past I saw a black figure standing by my pantry door and just casually walk around the corner down the hall and disappear. Now we have a new home only 5 years old, but I heard spirits can follow you and find you wherever u go. But, I don't know.
I have other stories but that is usually what happens on a normal basis. Oh, and one last thing... I'll be laying in bed -- and this is every night -- I will get the feeling that I'm being watched over! But, I don't get scared because I think and hope it's my dad. I saved his ashes in a little sealed wooden box on my nightstand with the angel that points straight to me and watches over me! That angel has moved from on top of his ashes box to the night stand besides my bed and it would face toward me!
Lower Lake Lane
Magnolia, Texas
This all occurs in a house in Magnolia, Texas. I believe the house had two ghosts; there was a child ghost, and an older male ghost.
My younger sister and I shared a room that had a vanity and mirrored backsplash with which you could see down the hallway into another bedroom. (This used to be the master bedroom before my parents built onto the house.) We both had seen at separate times the light being turned off and on in the bedroom at the end of the hall. We also would play with our toys and be looking for a particular part of a set and could not find it. Moments later the item we were looking for would simply be sitting in the middle of our toys with all other toys moved in a circle around it.
Both things my sister and I did not discuss until we were older. When we were younger, we tried to dismiss them as imagination.
These occurrences seem trivial, until one day when I was talking to my mom about it (I was older then of course), she explained to me that she experienced something bizarre in the same room. Before they built onto the house, when it was my parents room, she was in bed and heard the door open then close and the pressure of someone getting into bed. When she reached over to touch my step-dad there was no one in bed with her. I would say it was her imagination, but my step-dad on a separate occasion felt someone sitting at the foot of the bed. Thinking it was my mom, he asked a questions only to discover that he was alone. This all came to light at different times and we had never shared with one another what happened until many years later.
These are just a few experiences with separate people in my family regarding one room in the house. I was young experiencing these things, and talking with my mom and now late grandmother these things run in my family. Apparently, the people in my family are attune to the paranormal.
Ghost Under the Altar
Dallas, Texas
Priests and preachers don't believe in ghosts. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, and all that. Asleep until the end times and the resurrection. I have never had to really think of ghosts. There is some thought that they are evil spirits and demons, and not the dead. But it didn't matter to me. I am among the living, saving their souls for when they die. Who cares about ghosts and what they are?
Every evening at 9:30 it is my habit to go to the church and pray at the altar. I have done this for the two years I have been in charge of this congregation. It is my duty.
But for almost a week now I have not gone. Because there is a ghost under the altar.
The ghost mimics me. Has anyone ever heard of such a thing? I usually pray out loud. But, kneeling there at the altar a week ago, I said, "Our Father, who art in heaven..." and a voice from under the altar repeated the words after me. Like an echo. A man's voice, an old man, with a quavering voice.
I jumped up from my knees and looked around me in surprise. I thought one of my parishioners had come in to pray too. But no one was there. I settled down after a bit and resumed praying. But the voice started right back in again, copying me.
I shouted at him to leave. I commanded him to leave. And, as best an old man's quivering voice could do so, he copied everything I said, even trying to shout with my same tone of voice.
I left in desperation. I returned the following night, hoping it was gone. But no such luck. I was afraid last Sunday that the service would be ruined, and when I stood to speak I hesitated for an echo. But fortunately, he was totally silent.
I do not know yet if I have to be alone for him to copy me, or if it is the evening time that brings him out. But Monday evening I was back to say my prayers and he was back too, copying me, mimicking me.
My plan is to continue my evening prayers, but to pray silently. I do not know what the reaction will be, if any. But this is odd, and strange, and very scary.
I hesitate to tell any of my congregation, or my superiors in the church...
My Dead Grandpa
Saginaw, Texas
A week after my grandpa had passed away, my grandmother gave my mother my grandfather's watch.
Mom let me see it and made the comment that it didn't work, but when I looked at it, it began working just fine. At that moment for some reason I looked behind me, and there he was... right there smiling at
me for just a moment. I was so happy to see him.
About two months later the watch stopped working. I took it as a sign that he was sorry that he had to go.
The Farmhouse
Lubbock, Texas
In 2000, my mom told me a story that literally made the hairs on my neck and head stand up on end, and totally freaked me out. It's a little long, but here goes…
My mom was talking to a friend one night, and the conversation turned to the friend sharing how she experienced some paranormal activity in the house she lived in as a young girl. The house was an old farmhouse. When her parents bought it, it needed a lot of work done to it. The linoleum in the kitchen was coming up in certain parts of the floor (kind of like a bubbles) so if you stepped on it, it would make a sticking sound. You always knew when someone was walking in the kitchen. Besides that, the house had an old wood floor. Anyway, whenever she would hear walking or the linoleum "stick", she'd get up reluctantly to investigate but no one was there. Her parents would be sound asleep and she had no siblings.
She would also hear the toilet flush by itself numerous times at night and sometimes even during the day. No one was in there. The house only had one bathroom and it was right by her bedroom. She could literally see if someone went in or came out.
One day, her dad was tearing up the wood floor in the bathroom because it was rotting out. When they pulled it up, they saw the dirt floor that was under the house.
That's not all they saw either. In the dirt floor, they could see the burnt outline of a human body.
This is not the part that freaked me out… this is:
Once the friend said this, my mom immediately asked where this house was located. When she told her, my mom nearly passed out.
You see, we lived in that house. My grandfather owned it and had sold it to the friend's parents in 1986. In 1984, my step dad was killed by accidental electrocution while replacing water pipes under the house... directly underneath the bathroom.
Mysterious Figure
San Angelo, Texas
These events occurred after my grandfather died, about ten years ago. My grandfather died in our house, just to add a little more back story.
I was asleep in the bed with my grandma and I woke up because I heard this loud talking and very clear words, not muffled. I didn't think anything of it and I went back to sleep.
I was awoken again by the same talking. The voice sounded like a woman talking on the phone. I kept hearing the voice, so I reached my arm over to feel if my grandma was there. I didn't feel her, so I reached all the way until my hand fell off the bed. She wasn't there. So I thought it was her on the phone, and I looked out my bedroom door and I saw this abnormally tall figure, about 7 or 8 feet tall.
I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me but it wasn't, so I got out of bed and started walking into the living room, still hearing the voice. I got to the living room and there was nothing there: no voice, no figure, nothing. So I called out for my grandma. She didn't answer, so I called her name again. She answered... from the bedroom. I walked in there and she was sleeping in the bed.
I asked her where she was a minute ago. She said she was sleeping. Then I told her I felt for her, and she said that I didn't because she would have felt it. Now people, my grandma was NOT in the bed. I would have felt her. She wasn't there.
I still to this day don't know what it was. My grandma said I was dreaming or sleepwalking, but I know I wasn't. There was something there, I know it in my gut.
To add, we had used a Ouija board in the house after my grandfather died. I don't know what the figure was, but I have my ideas. What Do You Think?
New House, New Ghost?
Arlington, Texas
My husband and I purchased our first home in June 2009. The owners of the house had to sell due to her husband passing away and she could not afford the mortgage payment by herself with 2 kids. I am not sure how or where the husband passed away. All I know is he passed away due to an illness.
This story is not a past story, but is a story in the making.
We moved out of an apartment for which we lived in for 5 years. We got settled in our new home the end of June 2009. Everything was great, we were enjoying our new home and were proud to be home owners.
About a month after we moved in, weird things started happening. One night I was lying in bed reading a book waiting for my husband to get home from a friends house. As I was in my own little world of my book, I hear a loud bang on the ceiling that really startled me! After living in an apartment for 5 years I didn't really think much more of it as I was used to the noise of neighbors above us. Then a few minutes went by and I got to thinking of the noise I heard. I reminded myself, “Wait a minute! We aren’t in an apartment anymore! The noise came from my attic!”
I was so freaked out I did not want to get out of my bed! I called my husband to find out when he was going to be home and told him what had happened. He came home just shortly after the call and went into the attic to see what it could have been. He did not find anyone or anything. He does not believe in ghosts, so he didn't think much more of it.
A few months go by and we are sitting in the living watching TV and just talking about our day. I was sitting closer to the TV in the recliner and my husband was sitting on the couch. All of a sudden the TV turns off. I jump up and run over to sit by him. There was no power trip, all lights were on. He turned the TV right back on and everything was fine.
A few months later we are sitting at the dining room table eating dinner. All of a sudden the trash can turns completely sideways. My husband, not being a believer, thinks of several different odd reasons why the trash can would just turn sideways. He thinks it could have been a mouse. We do not have mice in our house. Even if it were a mouse, it would have bumped it, not turned it completely sideways!
We have lived in this house for a year and 4 months. Since then we have had several things happen such as me being in the bathroom in the morning getting ready for work and hear my husbands Harley fire up in the garage and shut off. Me being the only one home, I am thinking maybe my husband came back home to get his bike to ride to work since it was a nice morning. I go to the garage and nobody is there and the garage door is still shut! Or at night we would be sleeping at and hear such a loud bang for what we think was at the front door that it awakes us from our our sleep and my husband goes to check and nobody is there.
I believe that it could be the owner that passed away. Maybe he doesn't like loud noise like the TV or he was used to his house not having a trash can in the spot we had it and had accidentally ran into it. I am not sure, but it still freaks me out every time something happens. I am afraid of the dark and always have been so having things like this happen scares me every time. It of course doesn't bother my husband because he is not a believer.
Ghost Hound
Waco, Texas
This story happened to my mom a few years ago.
I was at a family reunion with my parents. We were all at a camp. It was beautiful there. One night, I was asleep and my mom wanted to take some pictures at a city near the camp.
She drove by herself there and stopped by an abandoned looking street. While she was taking a picture of a building, she felt a prickling feeling. She looked around and saw something white appear around the corner.
She was freaked out because it didn't make any sound when it moved. When it came closer, she realized it was a white dog. She stood up and was as still as a statue. The dog came up to her and they looked at each other. The dog was as still as she was, and had blue human eyes and a blue leather collar.
After looking at her, it lowered its head and walked away still not making any sound.
When my mom got back to the camp, she talked to these three other ladies that camped there. She told them what happened, and they said that the man that owns those buildings had a dog that died years ago. That might have been the same dog.
Every time I look back at this story that my mom shared wi
th me, I wonder if the dog was asking her where his master was or if he was just on a moonlit stroll.
Borderland Street
El Paso, Texas
My mom and I moved into my new grandparent's house after she married my dad when I was six. My mother was the bravest woman you could ever meet, and was convinced that one should only be afraid of the living, not the dead. Boy was she wrong. This is the first of many stories I will post, because we encountered many scary things in that house.
From the very start, my mother was not happy with the whole situation of living with the in-laws. She would stay up late at night thinking it was a big mistake. One summer night, at around two in the morning, my mom woke up very depressed and decided to go outside for some fresh air. She was out there for less than 5 minutes when she heard mumbling coming from the right side of the neighborhood and down the street.
Curious of what she heard, she decided to stay and see what was coming. Walking and humming, passed at least 50 hooded individuals holding candles. Some sounded as if they were weeping, while others sounded as of they were praying. My mom felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up for a second, but then convinced herself that maybe this was just a religious neighborhood. She decided to go back inside before these hooded individuals asked her to join them. Later that morning, my mom commented on how weird this neighborhood was. Why would anyone pray like that in the middle of the night?
My grandma and dad turned to look at her with a freaked-out look on their faces, but then told her she was crazy. She knew they were hiding something. Unfortunately, this was the first of many things we experienced.
