Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (26 page)

Something in the House: The Little Girl

Seadrift, Texas

There have been times when you feel like someone's in the house, but you dismiss as, "I'm just scaring myself, no one is here." Sometimes that is not the case.

I grew up in an old two-story Victorian style house. My brother David seemed to have extreme things happen to him there. (See that story, "Something in the House". As well as has the rest of my family.

My story isn't as intense as his, but still unexplainable. I was around 14-15 when this happened to me.

I was sleeping down stairs; the room I was in was the living room that was separated by the hallway with two glass French doors. At night I would shut the big wooden front door, as well as any doors in the hall way and turn on all the lights. I developed this habit when we started hearing strange noises in the house.

I had laid on the couch watching movies in hope that I would eventually fall asleep. My dad was asleep upstairs and had been asleep for several hours. As I started to drift off to sleep I heard what sounded like someone walking around upstairs with dress shoes on. They were just walking back and forth. When I looked at the clock it showed 12 o'clock.

"What is dad doing walking around upstairs with dress shoes on this late?" I wondered. The reason I thought this was because dress shoes make a particular sound on hard wood floors. The sound continued for another minute or two, then just stopped.

I stared into the hallway until my nerves settled a bit. I couldn't sleep after that. I couldn't convince myself it was just my dad. So I searched for a different movie that would bore me to sleep. Thirty minutes later I started to feel more at ease and relaxed enough to close my eyes.

Then the noise started again, but this time on the stairs. The steps were quickened and it sounded like some running up and down the stairs. The problem was is that the end of the stairs is so close to the French doors that led to the room I was sleeping in. I shot my head up expecting my dad to be going into the bathroom. However there was no one!

I sat up and told myself that I had to check to make sure! I was almost too freaked out to check, so I convinced myself dad was in the bathroom. As I knocked on the wooden bathroom door I was hoping to hear "yeah?" from my dad. When I opened the bathroom door it was dark with no one in there. I frantically rechecked all the doors in the hallway, making sure each one was properly shut.

I finally was able to go back to the couch, once I felt that everything was secure. I stayed up for another two hours. I knew that I had to find a way to go to sleep, so I laid down, covered myself with the covers and pushed my face into the crease of the couch. I slowly started to close my eyes when what sounded like a ton of books was slammed beside my head!

I shot my head up expected someone or something to be inches away from my head. No one was there, no books, nothing was out of place. My heart raced, someone doesn't want me to sleep. So I didn't. I stayed up until the light outside gradually got brighter. I didn't want to find out what would happen next if I chose to ignore the thing creating all the sounds.

I told my mom the next day what happened and she said it was probably "that little girl". Apparently she always wanted to play with my brother and I when we were little kids. I later found out that she died in our house and was kept in the closet underneath the stairs. My mom has said that she has seen her. She wore a dirty white dress and looked like she had been neglected. I guess all she wanted was someone to pay attention to her.

Cemetery Incident

Houston, Texas

I lived in a small town a little south of Houston. The city was built in the area of an old Indian burial ground, so a lot of places were known to be haunted.

When I was in high school, my friends and I bought a glow in the dark Ouija board and decided to play with it one night.

I knew of an old cemetery that not a lot of people knew about. It was on a hill by a creek and to get there you had to take back roads. We thought this would be a good place to play. One of my friends had the sixth sense and was on the Montel show for it, so she came along.

We played on top of the hood of my car right along the edge of the cemetery. We picked up a spirit of a four-year-old boy but he only gave us his initials. He said that he was buried alive and that's how he died.

Just then the wind picked up and we heard crackling and whistling as if someone was behind us in the forest. The street we were on was dividing the cemetery from the forest. We asked the boy if he was making the noise and he said yes. We then asked if he was going to hurt us and he said yes. At this point we stopped playing and threw everything in the car and got out of there.

We were all scared. On the way back home we were driving, still scared, when all of a sudden we heard a big crash from inside the car. I asked, "What the heck was that?" and my friend said the pointer from the game just flew across the car and hit the door! If you heard the crash you would know that that piece had to have had a lot of force behind it.

So we stopped and decided to talk to the boy so he would leave us alone. We asked it what he wanted us to do and he started to spell D-I and then we all took our hands off cause we knew he was spelling die. We then prayed to lift his spirit up and dismissed the spirit then we threw the game in the dumpster.

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.