Ghosts Stories

Double STRANGE VISITOR

by Peter as told to Selinda

I had been transferred to another town. The company had relocated

me into a nice brick house not far from my workplace. I was excited to embark on this new chapter in my life. But it wasn't long before I realized there was something wrong with my home. I was still living out of boxes and I had only the essentials available to me. My days were long and by the time I got home, I was completely exhausted. I'd often eat, shower and fall asleep on the coach. One night, I had a strange dream. Someone was watching me sleep. He leaned over me as I slept. He had a scowl on his face. I couldn't make out the features but it looked like an older gentleman and he was angry. I quickly dismissed the strange dream. On the third night, the temperature in my room had dropped. I awoke shivering. Had a cold front come in during the night? I coughed and the smoky vapor emitted from my breath startled me.

Something was wrong. First of all it was icy cold in the room. More importantly, I felt as if someone was watching me.

Had someone broken in? I sat up. From the corner of the tiny bar in the den, a grey mist was slowly making its way across the room. I wiped my eyes making sure I wasn't imagining things. By now I was wide awake. The foggy mass seemed to move with a purpose. I was immobile and the thick mist drifted towards the front door. I eventually got up to investigate. I followed its movement and opened the front door of my house. There was no one there. But that wasn't what surprised me the most. Outside, the air was warm and still. It was only cold inside my house. I checked the thermostat. The air conditioner wasn't even on! I couldn't explain the chill in the room.

As the weeks passed, I settled into the house and eventually got myself a bed and moved into the bedroom. One night, I heard footsteps. There was a rustling sound coming from the living room. Rats? The sound stopped and I made a mental note to call an exterminator the next day. I got up to get some water from the kitchen. As I left my bedroom, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. As I walked into the narrow hallway, I stopped in my tracks. Something was standing at the end of the hallway. It was a dark figure. My heart started to pound. Then the figure quickly moved away from the entrance. my hand scrambled to turn on the light. I walked into the living room expecting to catch the intruder. There was no one. I looked everywhere. I didn't have much furniture and there weren't too many places he could hide. The fact is there was no one in the house. What was going on in my home? I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. I know I saw a dark figure of a man.

I didn't know who to ask or what to do about this strange happening. Eventually things settled down and I forgot about it. Several months later, I was sleeping in my bedroom. I started to have the strange dream again. There was someone watching me and my heart started to pound in panic. It startled me so much, I awoke. I glanced to the right of my bedroom. Coming out from the dresser mirror was the dark figure of a man. It was pitch black, darker than the night. He stood at the foot of my bed. I couldn't make out eyes or any facial features at all. But I knew he was staring at me. I was lying in bed completely paralyzed. He started to walk toward me. I was so shocked, I couldn't even open my mouth to speak. My mind raced and I started to think of the Lords prayer. Suddenly and unexpectedly a blue light from the bathroom window came on. The alley is behind my bedroom and bathroom. I don't know if it was a car driving by or what had caused the blue light to come on. But as soon as the light entered from the window, the dark figure turned away from the light and walked right through the closed bedroom door and out of my room. What had I just seen?

It wasn't long before I moved out for good. I was never a believer in the paranormal and I thought ghosts were simply a figment of someone's overactive imagination. I no longer scoff at people who claim to see ghosts. I never did find out who or what was haunting that house. But I wasn't going to stay and find out. Whatever it was, I'm sure is still there at that house.

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Something in the Dark

by Amber Morrison

( as told to SELINDA )

It all started when I was 12 years old. I wasn't aware of the strange happenings right away but I remember when my parents moved my sister, brother and I into my grandparents old house, the hauntings began. Due to hardship and a series of unfortunate events at the time, we suddenly found ourselves homeless. Thankfully, my grandparents took us in. At first, the sudden move seemed like an adventure. The house sat on a sprawling 5 acres of land. But deep inside myself, I knew there was something not right about my grandparents house. It wasn't anything you could put your finger on. The best way to describe It is "a feeling of dread." I tried to dismiss it to the strangeness and uneasiness of my new surroundings. After all, this was an old house. But eventually the feeling of dread and the thickness in the air became abundant.

As time went by, our mother started to act strange. She had always been a loving mother to us and had a wonderful sense of humor and would often joke with us. In the months since our move, she began to change. She would unexpectedly fly off the handle over nothing. It was like she was so angry all the time. Instead of her usual loving self, she was always drained, sick or angry. One time she went to visit my older sister in South Carolina. She stayed with her for a few months. As soon as she was away from the old house, she was back to normal. She was herself again. It was as if something in the house would influence her personality or possess her.

One night my sister and I were laying on our bed in the dark. It was very late and everyone in the house was asleep. My mom had gone to stay with my older sister for a few weeks. We whispered and confided our worries, our dreams, and our fears to one another. "Mom is so different in this house." I told her. "I know!" she murmmured. "She has changed......it's like she's another person." We snuggled in bed and found refuge and comfort in each other's arms.

Across the room a creak interrupted our conversation. The bedroom door gradually opened. A dark figure was standing in the doorway. "Who is it?" I stammered. There was no answer. I couldn't make out any distinct features except for one, a set of menacing red eyes.

They pierced through the darkness. My sister and I stared in disbelief at the entrance. Then, we heard it........ a very low creepy laugh. My heart started to pound. Then without warning, the dark figure disappeared. My sister and I stared for what seemed several seconds. Finally, I got up. We assumed it was our brother trying to mess with us. We rushed to the doorway. There was nothing there. Our brother slept at the far end of the house. I knew he couldn't have gone down the hallway without us hearing him. I tiptoed to my brother's room as quickly as I could. He was sound asleep. Later in our room we tried to convince ourselves our eyes were playing tricks on us. Secretly we knew that we both had seen something we couldn't explain. Eventually we fell sleep. After several minutes, I felt something sitting on my feet. The pressure woke me up. When I tried to move my feet, I couldn't. I cried out and startled my sister awake. She screamed and the sensation stopped. "There was something dark sitting on your bed watching you!"

I do not know what was sitting on my bed that night. I never did find out. I do know it was evil. There were many paranormal events over the years in that house. I am now grown with children of my own. My parents later moved into a house they built on my grandparents land. The hauntings continued.

- To Be Continued -

DEMON

by Selinda

It was late Autumn and the trees that dotted our old neighborhood

had started to change into their red and gold coats. My children were looking forward to dressing up in their spiderman and princess costumes for Halloween. But it wasn't for another week. As for me, I was busy trying to do repairs around the house. The lights were always going out. I thought it was just electrical wiring and the house was very old. I lived alone with my two small children and I didn't want to frighten them, or maybe I didn't want to scare myself. They were so young and innocent. Thank goodness they were oblivious to the creepy sounds and strange happenings of the house.

My children were very creative when they played. They often made up games to entertain themselves. But recently I noticed they had started to set a third place at the kitchen table. "Who is sitting here?" I'd ask. They would just giggle. When they played they would divide their toys into three equal parts. "Who is coming over?" I'd ask. "No one" they looked at me puzzled. I thought they were just acting like normal kids. I didn't think too much about it. The yellow brick house with its cracked foundation and creepy sounds was home. Besides I didn't want to move again. I had invested all my money into this house and I liked the fact that it was close to my workplace.

One night, it was unusually windy outside. My children had gone to bed and I walked in their room to kiss them goodnight. Karen slept soundly on the top bunk bed and my youngest, Jimmy was already asleep in the bottom bunk bed. I covered them in their blankets anticipating a chilly night. I could already feel the chill in the room. "This house," I whispered and shook my head. "It's always cold in here."

I retired to my room. It wasn't long before I fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed of a huge rock wall. Like an aerial camera zooming out, the pillory in the center of town was revealed. A woman's head stuck out encumbered by the long bolt or wooden bar that also held her arms. The time period looked like Colonial America. Or was I in Salem at the time of the infamous witch trials of 1692? I felt the shame and the discomfort of being held for public viewing. Then I realized, the woman in the pillory was me!

The next thing I remembered was a little girl with reddish brown hair dressed in a long dark dress with a top white collar at the end of a long hallway. She wore a little white cap tied under her neck. I tried walking to her. Her face looked sad and abandoned. I recognized her immediately as my daughter. But she wasn't my daughter Karen from this lifetime. I just knew she was mine. She extended her arms to me. The harder I tried to reach her, the longer the hall got. I was desperately running down this long never ending hallway. She was standing at the end with open arms. I couldn't reach her.

Then from out of nowhere, a sinister low menacing evil voice whispered in my ear, "She's mine." My heart started to pound hard. Paralyzed with fear I couldn't move. I knew instantly that this was demonic.

By now, I knew I was in my room and conscious. But I couldn't open my eyes and I was completely immobile. It laughed in my ear. Then the voice started to say obscenities. I started to pray the "Our Father." I said it over and over and louder and louder until the voice started to fade. But before it left, it threatened me again.

"She's mine.........They're mine."

Oh my God, my children! I woke myself up reciting the Lord's Prayer aloud. Trickles of sweat lined my forehead and hair. I sat up and raced to my children's room. They looked like little angels asleep. They were so still. I stared at my daughter. I stared at my son. Thank God they were breathing. I have never felt so threatened in all my life. I realized my chldren were at risk with this thing that seemed to be living in my house. Who had my children been playing with?

HOTEL GHOST

June 16th, 2011

We were set for a lazy day at Galveston beach. My husband and I plopped down on some lounge chairs under a huge umbrella and planted our bare feet in the sand. It wasn't long before a man wearing a t-shirt with the words BEACH BUM written on it came to charge for the rental. He overheard us talking about the GHOST TOURS OF GALVESTON ISLAND.

"Did you go on the ghost tour? he asked. "I've never been. How was it?" We explained to him that we had gone on the tour the night before and had experienced some strange things. "I just hope my camera captured something," I said. I praised our tour guide "Grace" who was entertaining and took us to the sight of some real ghost stories. He was curious and I elaborated, "the tour starts at the Moody Railroad Station and includes various historic buildings on THE STRAND. The ghost tour culminates at the Tremont Hotel." The young man suddenly turned ashen.

"Did you say the Tremont hotel? I use to work there. We had a lot of paranormal activity at the hotel. I can tell you from personal experience, it's definitely haunted! In the lobby there are three pictures hanging on the wall. Everyday we had to straighten them. You would set them right side up, go about your business and in minutes they would go back to being tilted. I mean if it was one picture, you could logically dismiss it. But all three? Not a day would pass by that you wouldn't have to straighten them up and then they would go back to being tilted on their right side. It was creepy."

He asked us if we remembered seeing the enormous palm tree in the middle of the lobby. " Yes, it's huge and impressive.......almost touches the ceiling." Then he described several occasions in which certain guests got unexpectedly brushed by a falling palm leaf. " It happened several times. No one is ever hurt. But a palm leaf falling from a high altitude would always startle the chosen guest. Management would do their best to appease them. I tell you, it was as if a ghost was taunting us at the hotel!"

Then I relayed our experience the night of the ghost tour. Grace, our tour guide had just told a ghost tale about "the salesman" from the late 1800's who is said to haunt the Tremont as well as the building next door where he is believed to have been murdered. She explained that the elevator on the righthand side seemed to have a mind of its own. Many guests have reported ghostly activity. She did not press the elevator button but instead waited until it opened of its own accord. As soon as the elevator doors opened and remained opened for several seconds, everyone quickly started flashing their cameras in hopes of capturing something paranormal. I was at the back and just as I made my way toward the front, the elevator started to close.

"Oh no" I said aloud in disappointment. I knew I had gotten there too late to take a photograph. Just then, the elevator with its doors halfway closed, unexpectedly stopped and reopened.

No one had pressed the elevator button, at least no one we could see. Everyone at the tour gasped. I flashed my camera. I had one picture left. Later when I developed my film, to my surprise a strange tormented face appeared in the lower right hand corner of the elevator. This was not a reflection and the elevator was empty when I took the photograph!

HAUNTED CAR

by Rudy Reyna

It was many years ago when I was still a teenager living on Murray street in

San Antonio. It was 1944 and my three older brothers were in the service stationed in Europe. Not too many teenagers had cars back then. Everyone pretty much walked where they needed to go. But I was use to doing a lot of walking. If I ever needed to go into town, I'd simply take the bus. I had been doing odd jobs around town and worked for my father at the tailor shop after school. Finally, I was making a little bit of money and started to save for a car. My motivation? I wanted to start dating and able to take girls to school dances. Borrowing my dad's car was not an option especially since he needed it for work. Then I remembered there was a used car lot on Commerce street not far from the "Malt House."

It was a crisp October night. It was very late and there were hardly any cars on Commerce street. I crossed the street and strolled to the car lot to see what they were selling. There weren't too many lights on the lot. Thankfully, there was a full moon. By the light of the moon, I'd peek inside a car to see the interior. The cars lined up at the front were usually the ones in better condition but also the most expensive.

Then from the distance on the back row I saw it, a shiny beauty. It was parked apart from the rest of the vehicles. "Hmmm, they probably just got this one," I thought to myself. I made a beeline and walked towards the car. The moonlight gave the car an alluring sheen. I admired the car from all angles and even kicked a tire or two. When I saw the price on the card sitting on the base of the windshield, I couldn't believe it. It wasn't expensive! Maybe my dream of owning my own car would come true. I could actually afford this one. I patted the hood as if it was already mine. By now it was around 2:30 in the morning. I knew I'd have to get home and sneak in so as not to wake up my mom or dad. I thought I'd give it one last look.

I peered inside the driver's side of the window. For some strange reason, there seemed to be a dark shadow in the front seat. Was someone inside? I looked closer at the front seat. There was no one. I could see the front seats and the dashboard. It looked like it was in mint condition. I cupped my hands on the window to get a better look. Gradually the outline of a man began to appear right before me. Staring back at me at close range were a pair of eyes! I fell back almost hitting the ground, I was so startled. This was not my reflection. I finally mustered the courage and approached the car once again. I cupped my hands and looked inside. There was nothing inside. I got a real creepy feeling. What had I just seen? The next day, I went to the lot. The car was gone. I later found out that a few years before, a man had been murdered and his body was found in that same car. Had I seen his ghost? That was many years ago when I had that awful experience. But the image of what saw that night stayed with me for many years. I never forgot it.

DEMON

by Selinda

It was late Autumn and the trees that dotted our old neighborhood

"She's mine.........They're mine."

HOTEL GHOST

June 16th, 2011

"Oh no" I said aloud in disappointment. I knew I had gotten there too late to take a photograph. Just then, the elevator with its doors halfway closed, unexpectedly stopped and reopened.

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Something in the Dark

part II

by Amber Morrison

(as told to SELINDA)

At 17 I had moved out of my parents house and was on my own. The strange and creepy paranormal experiences my sister and I had endured as children in that house were in my past, and I suppressed them until they were almost forgotten. A few years later, I was married and the mother of two small children. My parents bulit a small home on their property. It was next door to their house, but with enough distance that we had our own place and privacy. There were plenty of acres with lots of trees on the land. It seemed like an idyllic place to raise children and lots of space for my beautiful labrador. We moved in. My husband started working late at night and I was often left alone with my kids. Thankfully my dog kept me company.

One night, I heard wimpering outside my door. "Come on girl.....come inside." I opened the door and called her to my bedside. She sat motionless outside my room. "What's the matter?" I noticed she never entered my room by herself. I called and finally had to pull her in. She layed on my bed as I stroked her soft fur. Something captured her attention. She stared at my closet. I shut the bedroom door and plopped on the bed. She continued to gaze at the closet door. "What's the matter girl?"

Then I heard it....a noise coming from outside my room. The door slowly creaked and slowly started to open. My husband walked in. "Oh it's you," I sighed with relief. "What's she looking at?" my husband asked with curiosity. "I don't know she's been staring at that corner for an hour." We finally settled for bed and we were beginning to doze off when she got restless and started to wimper. "I' need to get some sleep," my husband complained under his breath. He got up and put her outside.

Sometime during the night, I awoke from a stinging pain on my right leg. Something had scratched me. At first I thought it was my lab. Then I remembered, she wasn't in the room. I got up and in the bathroom saw two red lines running down my thigh. "What?" I couldn't explain the scratches. I turned off the light and went back to bed. It was late and I forced myself back to sleep. Later that night I felt a deep, heavy pressure on my chest. I couldn't breathe. I started to gasp for air. It felt as if I was being suffocated. When I opened my eyes, I couldn't move. My body was paralyzed. Someone or something was holding me in place. Then I heard it.......the sinister low creepy laugh, one I was all too familiar with from my childhood from the house right next door.

ha ha ha ha ha ha aaa................followed by heavy breathing on my face.

I could only move my hand that was right by my husband and I started hitting him until he finally woke up. He sat up startled. I was finally able to breathe. What ever it was, released me from his grip. I coughed and coughed and eventually caught my breath. My husband was catatonic. He stared at the corner of the room. I turned in the direction he was looking. We sat frozen in disbelief.

There, next to the closet in the corner of our bedroom was an ominous figure. Through the darkness of the room, we could see it, blacker than the night. But what was it? His red eyes pierced right at us.

Then I remembered and I knew. It was the same menacing dark evil figure that frightened my sister and I as kids. It stared at me and tore the stillness of the night with a low gutteral evil laugh................... as if to say "welcome back."

THE EDGE OF DESPAIR

as told to Selinda

My grandmother Natalia Lizardi was born in Spain in 1901 and later moved to the States.

The following is a true account of what happened to her when she was 16 years old.

The morning had elapsed into early afternoon. My four younger sisters were happy and talking all at once because we were going into town. Our house was close to the woods, not far from the beautiful but treacherous cliffs of Spain. As children, my parents had forbidden us to play close to the cliffs as they were very dangerous and several people over the years had fallen to their deaths. Our cozy home was less than couple of miles outside the nearest "Pueblo." It was a good walking distance for my family. But going into town meant going to market and possibly buying new shoes. My sisters could hardly contain themselves. My baby sister Theresa pulled my hand and tried to coax me to go with them. She didn't understand why I wanted to stay home. I offered to stay behind and finish the house chores. My parents reluctantly agreed. I secretly looked forward to having the house to myself. The bustle and excited chatter from my sisters faded as everyone left. The house was silent.

As soon as they were out of earshot, I ran upstairs to write in my diary. Writing stories and poems was my favorite pastime. As a 16 year old girl who shared a room with two of my sisters, moments of privacy were scarce and precious. Rays of orange sunlight shone from the window.

By late afternoon I was deep in thought, when in the distance I could hear faint music. It was low at first and gradually seemed to get closer. I sat still. Then I heard my name. Someone was calling me. "Natalia.... come." I didn't recognize the voice but it was coming from the woods.

I looked outside the window. I could hear strange music and my name, "Natalia, Natalia come here." The music and the strange voice seemed to put me in a trancelike stupor. I remember taking slow and deliberate steps down the stairs and out the door. "Natalia." The voice beckoned me and I walked deeper and deeper into the woods. A fierce wind had blown in from the ocean. It picked up and swayed the tree branches back and forth in my path. Above, the sky grew dark. It looked more like night fall. I knew I shouldn't be out at this time. My parents would be returning soon. Still, the voice kept calling my name. It seemed to have a hold on me. Dark clouds had rolled in and I kept walking toward the voice, until suddenly I found myself past the woods and at the edge of the cliffs. I stopped. The forbidden cliffs! I remembered my parents warning. Standing a few feet away from me was the outline of a tall dark shadow. He was inches from the edge of the cliffs facing me. Behind him, was the horizon and several hundred feet below were the rocks and the angry sea. I could hear the waves crashing violently. I knew it was early evening. But it looked like night had unexpectedly descended. Any remnants of sunlight had completely vanished. "Who are you?" I managed to utter.

He did not answer me. There was a pit in my stomach. I could not make out any features from the dark shadow. He raised an arm motioning me to come closer. I was gripped with fear. And yet, I couldn't scream, or move a muscle. I reached for my gold medallion hanging from my neck. My finger felt the imprint of Jesus Christ carved delicately in my precious heirloom that had been passed down from my grandmother. She had given it to my mother and on my 15th birthday and as the oldest daughter, my mother had given it to me. Frozen and paralyzed, I tried to recognize some facial features of this dark figure. But the oncoming storm had rendered an almost pitch black night. Only his eyes were a fiery red. I kept staring. He stretched out his hand. He knew my name and his low voice called me to him. "Come closer," he said in a low voice. I thought my heart was going to come out of my chest, it beat so hard.

Just then, lightning lit up the sky followed by a loud thunder. It seemed to wake me from my trance. Lightning struck again for a few seconds. This time I got a good look at the mysterious figure. Jutting out of his head were horns and his facial features resembled that of a goat. His body appeared to have fur and his legs were strange and deformed. The legs and feet looked as if they were from an animal. I was in shock. This was not a man. My legs gave out and I fell weak to the ground on my knees . I closed my eyes tight and placed the medallion in my mouth clenching it hard with my teeth. I began to pray. I prayed and prayed. I prayed the "Our Father" over and over without letting go of my mediallion. After what felt like a long time, the wind subsided and the dark clouds seemed to pass. Suddenly there was light in the sky again. I was still on my knees and somehow gathered the courage to slowly open my eyes. I looked at the edge of the cliffs. The dark menacing figure was gone. It was dusk in the horizon. I quickly recovered and ran desperately through the dark woods all the way home. Once in the front room, I ran to my father's arms. The tears were still streaming from my face as I recounted what had happened to me. To my dismay, no one believed me. My sisters made fun of me, and my mother said I was being dramatic. Everyone thought I had made up the story. I pulled out my medallion and told them how I had bitten it several times with my teeth and prayed fervently for God's help. Everyone suddenly stopped talking and stared. My mom slowly approached and held the medallion in her hands. Around it, were the many teeth marks I had permanently left on the medallion.

It has been many years since my grandmother's terrifying experience. I know the story to be true because I now have her gold medallion and it still has evidence of her teeth marks when she clenched it in fear before the dark and sinister figure.