Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (12 page)

Jorgie's Guardian Angel

McAllen, Texas 

One day I went to my cousin Erica's house and was talking about paranormal shows on TV. Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures, etc. And my cousin Erica said, "Jorgie (her 4 year old son) saw a ghost." I said, "Really, no fair. What happened?"

To give you a heads up, I barely see my cousins at all, so she didn't tell me this until like three weeks later.

This is how Erica explained it to me:

Three weeks ago, Jorgie's paternal grandpa died. When Jorgie was at his house with his dad, Jorgie's dad said Grandpa wasn't eating, and was sleeping a lot lately. And on that day, he wasn't moving at all.

It looked like he was sleeping, but he slept all day. They wanted to take him to the doctors to see what was wrong. But, when they moved him he didn't wake up. They called 911, and the ambulance came, took him to the hospital and later on they pronounced him dead. He and Jorgie were so close.

Erica was on the computer, and Jorgie was in the living room getting ready for school. Out of nowhere, he just jumped up and gasped. Erica asked him, "Que paso, Jorgie (what happened?)"

He said, "Yo miro welo (I saw grandpa)!" My cousin said, "Tell him you love him, Jorgie."

"Te quiero welo," he said. Then Erica heard Jorgie making a conversation about school with his grandpa. Afterwards she asked him, "What did he tell you, Jorgie?"

"That he loves me and that I have a good day at school."

And my cousin Erica then told him his grandpa is his guardian angel.

Used Cars

Tyler, Texas

I heard this story from my cousin. It is true and will make you think twice before buying a used car.

Basically, my cousin had a friend who had a boyfriend. They all lived outside of Tyler, Texas, where the landscape is a little hill country, with rolling hills, trees, and winding roads.

The boyfriend of my cousin's friend had an old used truck, and he would take his girlfriend for rides and such. One day, the girl felt something and looked down at her leg where she saw a hand that quickly moved.

Confused, she asked her boyfriend if he had just touched her leg and he said "no". This was creepy enough for her. The boyfriend didn't really understand until one day he was looking in his rear view mirror and saw someone else's eyes looking back at him!

This was bad enough, but as the strange happenings progressed, he would feel something taking control of his steering wheel, like other hands at times. He would lose control of the old truck because something else was trying to steer, perhaps even wreck him on the winding, tree lined country roads.

Needless to say, he got rid of the truck. Now, doesn't this make you want to do a little vehicular history research before buying a car with a past?

Let Me Go

Midland, Texas

Since this happened I have asked my friends and coworkers if anything similar has happened to them. Unfortunately, some have an explanation more terrifying then the one prior to it.

When I moved out of my mother's house I lived with my boyfriend. My mom worked really early in the morning and I had a younger sister, about 5, that I would have to awaken and take to day care for the day. Every morning at 4am I would drive to my mom's house while she got ready, and sleep on the couch until it was 7am and got my little sister ready for day care. One morning my mom had left at about 4:30. I had settled in on the couch and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke, startled by something. Something that hadn't made a sound, something that hadn't moved at all, but something was there. It was just a presence that I instinctively knew was there.

It's normally cool in my mom's house. If it wasn't, I had already turned on the air conditioner to make it so. But now, the air was thick and warm... constricting. I tried to ignore it. Yet, every time I closed my eyes again, I felt like whatever it was, it was moving closer to my side.

My mind whirled with what it could be. It was hard to concentrate with the air this way, and now there seemed to be a fog about my head like I couldn't focus.

I summoned up my courage and pulled my arms up to the sides to lift myself up and look around. Nothing happened. My arms kept to the sides of my body, and my back remained flat on the couch. I couldn't move!

Panic swept through me quickly and my breathing became short and heavy. But, not because I couldn't move... there was a pressure on my chest. It was light at first, but becoming heavier and heavier. I couldn't see anything holding me down, but I could feel it. I felt it was a woman, old and withered. Ancient. Angry. She was hideous. And I couldn't see her. She was just there.

I opened my mouth to scream or call out. Something to break this unearthly silence, while the hag tried to strangle me, or whatever she was trying to accomplish. No sound. My mouth was moving, but no sound. My vision was blurring and fading and darkening and I guess I passed out. I awoke again gasping and sat straight up on the couch. I sat straight up! I could move!

I searched the living room. Nothing. I shivered. I was drenched and the air in the room was cool again. I got up to turn off the air conditioner. My muscles ached and my chest hurt. I held myself, I couldn't help it I was scared. It had to have been just a dream.

But why did I ache? I went to the bathroom to examine myself. Paler than normal, and dark circles worse than ever. I would chalk it up to a dream, if it hadn't been so vivid, if my surroundings weren't so precise, and if not for that long scratch from just beneath my left breast extending down my side.

My House In Waco

Waco, Texas

I moved into this house in August of 2009. This was my sophomore year at Baylor University and I had two other roommates. This house was not the first house to be built on the site it was at, you could tell by the location of the front walkway and the way the driveway went off past the house into the yard.

The first time I went into the back bedroom, I started talking to no one at all. Last I checked I wasn't schizophrenic so I felt it odd that I would be compelled to speak to air. I hurriedly decided to pick another room. My roommate who stayed in that room could find no explanation as to why his posters wouldn't stay on his walls. After a couple of weeks, none of us could figure out why his door would always crack open an inch or two, even when we placed chairs against it.

Our fears were usually forgotten after a beer or six, so when my girlfriend woke me screaming the most horrifying scream I'd ever heard, all past occurrences sprang to mind. She had been sleeping next to me when she woke to feel hands around her throat. She opened her eyes to see "the most hateful and evil eyes she had ever seen".

I cannot describe her fear any other way as to say that I couldn't move or speak when she started screaming. I was literally scared stiff. Gradually she calmed down enough to sleep there again. Two weeks later in the same situation (same girl), I woke to see a hand waving in front of my face, in between her face and mine. I sat up so fast it woke her and she got scared at the rate my heart was beating.

I tried to focus my eyes but there was nothing there when I did. I won't go into detail as to the many times my cat came running out of that back room with her hair all frizzed up. Cats can be said to be insane as it is so that isn't much proof.

But, the time I came home and found my girlfriend huddled in a corner with her head on her knees, crying, I do feel is admissible. She could only say that she was too afraid to do anything else, and she didn't know what was wrong with my house.

My roommates both moved out 3 months before the lease was up. I stayed for lack of the funds to move out. But back to the door that wouldn't stay closed, we literally shoved a chair under the doorknob only to find that as soon as we weren't looking, it had opened again.

This story is true and I hope my experiences help some one realize what is happening in their house too.

Darkness in the Hallway

Amarillo, Texas

I was just a kid, maybe seven or eight years old when this experience happened.

I grew up in Amarillo, Texas, loving scary movies and sharing frightening tales with friends and family; and believing that ghosts and goblins existed, but never having experienced anything supernatural, except for this one and only time. I am grateful for that.

On this specific Friday evening, my family and I spent time watching a marathon of scary movies like we usually did every Friday night. Typically, I was allowed to stay awake into the wee hours of the morning during this "family" time, but for some reason, on this particular evening, I fell asleep amid the marathon.

Then, strangely enough, I awoke in the middle of the night on the living room couch with a pillow under my head and a blanket over my body. Apparently, my parents put me there when everyone went off to sleep. The couch was placed against the wall that was aligned straight with the hallway; and the hallway light was always kept on during the night.

As I lifted my head up from the couch, slightly confused as to where I was and still disoriented, I turned to look in the hallway and saw a pitch black figure standing there, as still as a statue. The figure was eerily tall, almost as tall as the 10-foot ceiling, and extremely thin, similar to a silhouette of a shadow.

  I instantly freaked out, my heart started to rapidly palpitate a million miles a minute, my body got shivers from the top of my head to the tip of my toes, and I was on the verge of freezing up from the fear.

I rubbed my eyes, hoping that the scary movies I've watched earlier in the night might have been the reason I saw the figure, but when I reopened my eyes, the scary figure was still there, exactly the same as before; it didn't even move an inch. I knew the figure was real!

I instantly pulled the blanket back over my head and cowered in fear as beads of sweat peppered my body. I briefly contemplated yelling for help, but once I did, I thought the demonic figure might disappear and when my family came out to get me, they might have thought I insane; so instead, I tried to save myself the potential embarrassment, and laid on the couch in silence, barely able to move except for the light trembling I was experiencing from the sheer fear of the darkness in the hallway.

For the rest of the night, I kept the blanket over my body and tried to listen to my heartbeat to calm myself. This technique worked because eventually, I drifted off to sleep, only to awaken to the silence of my house and the sunlight streaming in through the living room windows. The black figure was gone.

I spent some time asking each one of my four sisters and my parents if perhaps, they spent some time in the hallway last night, but they all said no, looking at me like I was off, and some even explaining it was probably just my imagination.

The "demonic" black figure never reappeared, and though I was only left with the possibilities of why it was there, I choose not to question it too much, preferring the ending to be like this.