by Unknown
Never doing that again.
Oh, That's Just My Dead Sister
Wichita Falls, Texas
My Nana used to have a sister but she died from pneumonia when she was only 3 years old. My family (especially my Nana) believes she comes out and warns us when something bad is about to happen. I didn't believe this was true until it actually happened to me.
One night my Nana, my mom, my aunt Sandy, and my aunt Suzan were playing poker in our dining room. I was in the living room just across from the dining room watching television, and I see a girl who looked kind of like my youngest sister come in the room. She was wearing a white nightgown, but looked too young to be Rae (my littlest sister) so I figured it was one of her friends.
I asked her what was wrong and she walked out of the room into the den, which was at the back of the house. I noticed our sliding glass door was opened so I went outside expecting to find my dog, but he wasn't there. I wandered around the backyard for a bit until I noticed our gate was open. Quickly I ran into the house to find my dog. He wasn't there. I ran back outside to find the girl standing right next to my dog (who had run out the gate). I thanked the girl and picked up the dog, but when I turned around to ask her who she was, no one was there.
Puzzled, I went back inside and told my Nana what had happened; she asked me if she was young and blonde. I responded yes. She smiled and said, "That's my dead sister! She died when I was seven."
I have always been interested in the paranormal, and believe that I am psychic, but I never thought your own family could warn you if anything bad happened. Believe me or not I truly believe my Nana's dead sister is my family's guardian angel.
Black Magic
College Station, Texas
My grandma never liked my mother, not even after she married my father. There was always a weird feeling that my grandma gave off around my mother.
I was born a year after my parents got married and was a quiet well behaved child- well at least until my dad came back from a trip from India (my grandma lives there). He came back with a black kar (rope-like thing that could be both good and bad). Within a day I was throwing tantrums and screaming. Soon enough I lost it somewhere and I was back to normal.
Within a year my grandma sent one again (this time for everyone) and there was a repeat of the family destruction. The next few times they were sent, none of us wore them and every thing went back to normal.
The next year, my dad invited my grandparents to stay with our family for a year. They accepted. Two months after their arrival, my mom and I were in a car crash. It was bad and we were lucky that we survived. My grandma came to visit us in the hospital with flowers. I remember that exact day. She smiled and told me I was going to be okay. Then she turned and grinned at my mom and walked up to her, put her hand on my mom’s head and started to whisper. It didn't sound like a prayer. It was odd and in a different tone.
There were no more car accidents after that, but our family relationship went downhill. My dad would blame my mom for the accident. My mom would blame my grandparents. My dad knew, but was in denial. My parents fought so much that it sometimes got violent. I prayed for them.
The next target was our new home. This was our first house. It was small but perfect for our family. These were the good days for our family since we bonded. Then our dogs started running out into the backyard, barking. It was as if they were chasing something out of the house. One dog would not enter the bedroom in fear. The other one would bark and get aggressive.
We kept dolls on the top of the fireplace. Their heads would always turn. This may have been because of the vibrations or any other natural cause, but it still freaked us out.
The final step was when one day I brought in the newspaper to give to my dad. He took it and opened it. On it there was a huge splash of red. It was not ink. In Indian black magic, lemons, sindoor (red stuff), and blood are all used. This freaked my mom out.
She did a puja (kind of like how the priest bless the house) -a religious prayer to get rid of spirits. It seemed to work since we even got a candle footprint in our driveway. It was stepping out of the house. It wasn't normal-sized. It was small. Again, everything was normal.
My grandma kept sending religious items to us, but we always threw them away. This was done mostly without my dad's knowledge.
Everything was normal until a few months ago. I kept on seeing things. Not ghosts or dead people, but movements in the corner of my eyes. I get weird scary feelings at random times. At times I can't wake up from sleep. They are not nightmares, but I feel frozen.
I do not know what I will do. I talked to my mom. She will get professional help for us (me) as soon as she figures out who to go to.
Child In The Hallway Bathroom
Houston, Texas
When I was a child, my father had a house by a lake, which we would go visit every summer. I loved it, but there was something that bothered me about it. It had a dark hallway that led to the bathroom. As a little girl, every time I would pass by there to go use it I would feel like something was watching me, and not something good.
One day as I was walking down I felt a blast of hot air that smelled of death and sorrow. I can't explain how I know but I just know. Then I continued walking, but afraid out of my wits. Just as I was about to put my hand on the doorknob of the bathroom door, I felt a hand push me back and at that moment I heard something that chilled me. It was the scream of a child but unworldly. I had enough. That moment I turned and ran for my life. I caught a glimpse of what was in the bathroom and to this day it still scares me. It was a young girl about 6 or 7. She had scars all over her body. She was naked and bleeding but her eyes were what almost stopped me. They were black and full of sadness and despair, but at the same time with a cold calculating look that seemed too smart for a little girl.
I'll probably never know what happened there but I do know this that thing, whatever it was, was real and evil. I could feel it.
2:10 AM
Lake Jackson, Texas
I have been reading these ghost stories a lot lately and a lot of them I can blatantly tell they are demons attacking people. Being a strong Christian and very firm in my faith I have been reading the stories and thinking I could deal with such a situation.
Well for about three weeks I have been waking up at 2:10 AM exactly. Not exactly scary, but just kinda weird and annoying. Well last night I went to bed knowing well I was most likely going to wake up at 2:10 and was ready just to suck it up and go back to bed.
Last night was different. I woke up with my TV blaring sound. I thought rationally. I must have laid on the remote, turning the volume up all the way. I lay listening to the loud TV while an infomercial was yelling at me about fitness. Then suddenly the woman's voice on the infomercial began gargling. I thought it was just the speakers messing up. Then the voice began getting lower and lower, until I could only describe it as demonic speaking, something I didn't understand. Freaked at this I panicked and jumped out of the bed. The TV was on with the infomercial, but the demonic voice was coming from something else.
I gathered myself. I began praying and yelling at the demon, "In Jesus' name you have no power over me! And in Jesus' name you are banished from this house!" and as soon as I said this everything had stopped. My TV was muted. Everything was quiet.
The next morning I asked my mom why she didn't check on me and she said she heard nothing. I know I was fully awake because I went and got some orange juice. Now I know I can take on anything that may attack me in the night.
Madonna
Spring, Texas
I've had many experiences in my lifetime that can only be described as strange to say the least. Most of them happened when I was younger.
My grandmother raised me, and I think many of my experiences were due to the weird items she collected in her travels as a colonel's wife.
Growing up with these things seemed normal at the time, but in hindsight there was nothing normal about them.
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here was a huge wrought-iron clock with roman numerals running backwards... at the bottom of this clock was an ugly gargoyle with outstretched wings and fangs.
There was a shelf with another horrid creature posed underneath the flat part of the shelf with its legs drawn up and wings outstretched, a small statue of a woman holding (what I thought) were blue eggs... no they are her eyes... you get the picture. Strange stuff.
This story revolves around one of the items that most would consider mild compared to the rest. It was a print of the Madonna and child inside an ornate gold frame and matted (I guess) with an oval mat.
My grandmother hung this print in my bedroom and from the day it was hung there I experienced scary stuff! I heard echoing voices that I couldn't make out, but they sounded like a group of people arguing in an empty metal barrel. And I thought Mary and the Christ child were watching me, so I would put my pajamas on out of their sight.
I also became very sick several times but my grandmother was of a faith that did not believe in going to doctors. Instead, if someone is very sick, a church practitioner will visit and pray... I awoke to the 93rd Psalm more times than I care to remember.
Eventually I convinced my grandmother to remove the print from my room and she hung it in hers.
I found this out much later: my step grandfather and my grandmother on separate occasions awoke to see a demonic face within the oval mat! My step grandfather insisted it be removed from their room!
It now hangs in the home of my step mom (my dad passed away several years ago). No one has experienced anything abnormal since its been hung there.
The Haunted Doll
Livingston, Texas
Hi! I'm Shannon. I'm 30 years old, and I want to tell you a story. When I was about the age of 9, my Aunt passed away. She left behind her six-year-old daughter, my cousin Sarah, for my grandparents to raise.
My grandparents lived (well my grandma still does) in a two-story house. The second story, many years ago, used to be a garage apartment. My grandparents bought it and made it into a two-story house. Ok that's a little background info to help you follow me better.
So, about a year after my Aunt's death, me, cousin Sarah, my mom, my grandma and grandpa, and my great grandma decided to leave early one summer morning and go to Galveston, Texas, to spend the day at the beach.
We were gone all day, not returning home until after dark. Now, my Aunt who passed on had a doll that my grandma had given her when she was a child. This doll, if you put it up to baby pictures of my aunt, looks freakishly like her. And my grandma used to make their clothes and would dress my aunt and the doll alike. Sarah was given this doll after her mother died and by this point the doll was like 25 years old or so and its head wouldn't even stay up. It just flopped over.
Ok, so back to my story. The doll was upstairs in Sarah's room, and my grandma had set it up in a little metal kids' chair and placed it in front of the window at the corner of the bunk beds.
So, no one had been home all day, and Sarah and I were the first to run upstairs to shower off because we had sand all over us. We jumped in the shower together, both being kids and girls, and washed off. We got out of the shower, grabbed towels to wrap around ourselves, and headed into Sarah's room to dry off and get dressed. We were chatting away about our day at the beach when, in the middle of throwing on pajamas, we both froze!
We looked at each other, chills running through both of us, and then turned to look back at the doll.
For a moment we couldn't move. There was her mother's creepy doll sitting on the top bunk next to the window, with its feet dangling off the side.
No one had been in that house all day and us two were the first to go upstairs after returning that evening. We both turned and ran down the stairs! No one believed us then, and to this day they still don't.
They always just laugh. But that doll has creeped me out for years.
Man in the Hall
Peaster, Texas
My husband has told this story several times. He is
the oldest of four boys. While living with his parents as a child, about 9 or 10 years old, he awoke suddenly one night. He sat straight up in bed. He called to all three brothers (they all slept in the same room in bunk beds), but no one answered. As he lay back down, a man in his thirties, wearing a plaid shirt and puffed vest, walked toward him smiling. What is strange is that he could see him because the closet light was on.
Now, if you know my father in law, he always says the
furniture doesn't need light. So the boys always turned off all of the lights. He says the man had a huge grin on his face. He never spoke, just smiled, walked up to the bed, turned and walked through the window to the outside.
A few nights later, the same thing happened. He woke up suddenly out of a dead sleep, the closet light was on, and he could see this man smiling at him. The only difference was that now he had brown hair rather than blonde. He walked to him, grinning, turned, and walked down the dark hallway.
My (now) husband jumped out of bed and shook the three other boys to no avail. No one would come to. Terrified, he weighed the decision whether or not to cross the dark hallway to his parents' room. No one would wake up. He made himself go back to sleep, only telling his family the next morning.
His parents mentioned that the animals had been acting very strangely in the previous days. A few days later, his dad found something and asked the boys where it came from.
"It's a good luck token from our friend down the road," the boys replied.
Their dad said to them, “This has a satanic symbol on it, and we will not have this in our home, get rid of it! Now I know why things have been weird lately."
Upon hearing this, the boys tried to return the thing, but of course hearing the story, the boy didn't want it back. They tossed it out into some pastureland behind their property. A few weeks later the pasture mysteriously caught fire, leaving behind only charred grass.
iPod
Oglesby, Texas
It was basketball season, and I was taking shot charts and listening to my iPod. After the game ended I went home.
As I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep, I remembered that I left my iPod in the bleachers at school. But to make absolutely sure, I tore the whole house apart looking for it.
I never found it, but I had a feeling that everything was going to be okay, so I feel asleep.
When I woke up in the morning and got ready, there was just something telling me that everything was okay. I believed the feeling, and went to school.
The first place I went to was the office and asked if anyone had found an iPod. She said no. So I went to the janitors. Same answer.
So when it was time for first period, I was crying and freaking out. My iPod had information on it that could be used in identity theft.
By this point it was all over school. By the end of the day, when the last bell rang, I went and looked in my mom's car, under the seats and everything. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I lost all hope and started setting money aside so I could buy a new one. So just to look one more time, I looked in my living room in every nook and cranny, and nothing.
So I turned on the TV and me and my mom where watching some show, when she said she was going to take a shower and went up stairs. Suddenly feeling really tired, I laid my head down for maybe 5 seconds when something just told me to look up. And there was my iPod laying neatly at the end of the atimund. And I knew I didn't overlook it, because I had turned it over a couple of minutes ago. And I hadn't moved anything or got up since I had flipped it over.
I just knew it had been stolen and that some force beyond this world had brought it back to me. My friends believed me but my teachers thought I was crazy and just made up this whole thing to get attention.
There have been several incidents since then of me losing something and then I'll look again where I just looked, and there it will be.
Blood On The Wall
Dayton, Texas
Mom and I were painting our hallway about six months back. Since our house has had previous stories with it and several experiences we have actually had, I told mom jokingly that since we are doing remodeling we may stir up the spirits. She laughed and said maybe. For awhile we haven't had much happen in our house, I guessed the spirits had gone away.
To get to the story. We were painting over old brown wood paneling. As we were painting there was this blood red color that started seeping through . It was the weirdest thing, and it was in two different spots.
Every time we would paint over it, it would keep bleeding through. It was so strange! It finally went away after we grabbed a crucifix.
Bloody Mary
Houston, Texas
A couple years ago at a day camp, me and my friends were talking about that Bloody Mary game. If anyone doesn't know what that is, its a game that a lot of kids play to try and summon ghosts. You hold hands and chant "Bloody Mary" in front of a mirror in the dark.
Anyway we were talking about it some of us were like, "let's go do it!"
And so we went into the bathroom, which is a really large bathroom, and we turned the lights off. These are by the door and the sink. Then we stood by the back wall. We were about like 20 to 25 feet away from the door, and there were three of us.
I stood in the middle and we all held hands and repeated "Bloody Mary" and all that.
The first time nothing happened to me, but my friend felt a hand on her shoulder and my other friend said it felt like a rat was in her shirt.
