Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (24 page)

Ghost in the Oven

Corpus Christi, Texas 

Our family, all ten of us, went to Corpus Christi, Texas for a weekend and rented a room in a new-looking hotel.

We hadn't planned to get a room since it's more expensive to rent on the spur if the moment. But, we didn't want to do eight total hours driving to go home and come back. We started checking rates along the route. Prices were pretty much equal. We chose this fabulous suite that had room enough for all of us.

It had a separate bedroom with a king bed for me and hubby, a queen bed in main room for daughter and her hubby, and for kids. It had a kitchenette complete with a mini dishwasher, fridge, and microwave, even a full sized stove. Both rooms had their own television.

This suite was so nice, so I decided to take pictures. I'll include one so you can judge for yourself or tell me what you see. It was just weird.

Later on that night, we ordered pizzas and then my ten-year-old granddaughter and I went out to the pool and sat in the hot tub. It was heavenly and relaxing to stare up at the beautiful night sky. A million stars overhead, even with the ambient lighting you could still see the stars. A cool sea breeze wafting over us made it perfect.

We got up bright and early the next morning, ate a delicious continental breakfast with so much food that it made the cost of the room worth it. We then checked out and went back to the beach for a second day of sun and fun.

During that previous night, however things weren't so fun. Strange noises kept waking me up.

At first I thought it was the grandkids, but they were all sleeping, as was my daughter. I kept hearing strange popping sounds all night. Finally I gave up trying to sleep and decided to watch television, but it kept changing channels. I figured maybe someone in the room above us was changing their channels and their remote was messing with our television. I finally gave up, switched it off and lay back down on the luxurious cotton sheets and fluffy comforter.

One thing I can say for sure is that hotel chain, they had the best quality bedding of any hotel I've ever been in. Just wish the other stuff wouldn't have happened,

When we got home I downloaded all the pictures and was surprised to see what looked like a face in the oven door.

You just never know who or what is sharing the room with you, do you?

House of Horrors

Denton, Texas 

My uncle lived in a house in Denton some 26 years ago with his good friend. The house was at the corner of Ponder and Scripture streets. Odd? When they began to fix the house up, things started happening. One day they heard all sorts of banging and crashing in the shed out back. When they got out there, nothing was awry, except that all the paint cans were tossed onto the floor while not even dust was disturbed.

Faucets would turn on full blast, lights would switch on and off where you could see the switch flipping up and down, radios and TVs would come on.

One day they came home and the dog was inside shaking uncontrollably. The dog hated to be in the house, but refused to go out back. Just then every window flew open, mind you they had all been stuck shut from paint and nails. A huge, loud wind howled through the house. When it settled down, they went out back and found a perfect rectangle sized grave for the dog. But the missing dirt was nowhere to be found.

Years later when he married and my aunt moved in, the terrifying things continued. They would hear a loud thud and find the keys on the other side of the room from the hook they were hanging on. One day they heard commotion outside and peeked out the window. Some kids were pointing, scared and talking and then took off.

When they went outside, a blood-like substance was dripping from all of the eaves.

The final straw happened one night when my uncle was watching TV in the dark living room. He heard footsteps approach him and then something blew the foulest breath in his face. Not knowing what else to do, he rebuked the spirit in Jesus’ name and demanded it to leave. My cousin, who I am close to, was a baby at the time, and my aunt and uncle thought the house was too unsafe, so they moved.

My cousin and I are in our mid to late twenties now and her dad still hates to talk about that house. These were the only stories he would share with us. I often wonder who else has lived there since and what they may have experienced.

Mommy

Keller, Texas 

My mom killed herself a year ago with a gun. I was sad and I wanted to talk to her again until one night. My mom killed herself in the house we lived in, and one night I was laying in my bed when the light of my digital clock went off. I sat up. Then, my bedroom light turned on for a second and turned off. I heard breathing beside me. I was too scared to move.

The lights turned back on again and at the same time I heard a gun go off. I turned my head to the side. My mom was lying next to me with a bullet hole in her head, and a gun in her hand.

I screamed, and then she said, "What's wrong?"

The lights turned back off again and then turned on. When they did, I was alone in my room as if nothing ever happened.

Baptize me, PLEASE

Austin, Texas

I use to not believe in ghosts, until I stayed at my grandma's house to work on my memory book. In the memory book, I included a picture of my family tree. When we came to my great grandma Frieda, who died of tuberculosis in 1941, my grandma told me a story of an encounter my Aunt Diane had with her.

My Aunt Diane kept seeing a woman in the middle of the night, standing at the foot of her bed, looking right at her. The woman's mouth was moving, but she wasn't making any sound. This went on several times a month for years. Aunt Diane was terrified, but there was nothing to be done except to pull up the covers and shake in fear. She saw doctors, she even saw a psychiatrist, but nothing helped. Nothing stopped the visits.

Then one day Aunt Diane was going through an old family album. She suddenly nearly fainted, and had to lie back on the couch for several minutes. She had recognized the woman from her midnight visits. It was Great Grandma.

When my great-grandma died in 1941, she was unbaptized. In my religion we can go and get baptized for the dead. So she went to the temple and was baptized for her, and never saw her grandma again.

When Great Grandma was mouthing silent words, standing in that dark bedroom over a period of years, she wanted to be baptized. I wonder why? What was there out there, after death, that caused her to spend years seeking baptism?

Little Girl in the Hallway

Houston, Texas

It started right after we bought our home seven years ago. One night, while completely alone in the house, I was in bed watching television. I felt someone watching me, and when I turned my head to the right there stood a little girl of about twelve. She just stood there looking at me. When I got up, she disappeared.

Weeks later, a friend was over at my house around 10:30 at night. My husband was asleep in the bedroom. My friend and I were sitting in the living room, when all of a sudden she looked over and said, "hi". I explained that my husband was asleep, and my friend said she thought she saw someone looking through the living room door. A few minutes later she called out again, because she again thought she saw my husband.

We always see people wandering through my hallway, and they only go one direction. It is very scary.

Voice in My Room

Houston, Texas

One morning at about 8:30, when I was 12 years old, I was lying on the top bunk in my bedroom. My sister had left the bottom bunk and was out in the living room with the rest of my family.

I heard a rustling sound from the floor, and thought it was one of my cats playing with something down there.

I said, "Is that you, kitty?" Obviously I wasn’t expecting an answer back.

But immediately in reply, I heard the voice of an old woman say, "No, it's me, Honey." I freaked and looked down to see that nobody was in my room.

I have heard voices in the house since then, but that was the most obvious and frightening.