Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (6 page)

Ghost Hound

Waco, Texas

This story happened to my mom a few years ago.

I was at a family reunion with my parents. We were all at a camp. It was beautiful there. One night, I was asleep and my mom wanted to take some pictures at a city near the camp.

She drove by herself there and stopped by an abandoned looking street. While she was taking a picture of a building, she felt a prickling feeling. She looked around and saw something white appear around the corner.

She was freaked out because it didn't make any sound when it moved. When it came closer, she realized it was a white dog. She stood up and was as still as a statue. The dog came up to her and they looked at each other. The dog was as still as she was, and had blue human eyes and a blue leather collar.

After looking at her, it lowered its head and walked away still not making any sound.

When my mom got back to the camp, she talked to these three other ladies that camped there. She told them what happened, and they said that the man that owns those buildings had a dog that died years ago. That might have been the same dog.

Every time I look back at this story that my mom shared with me, I wonder if the dog was asking her where his master was or if he was just on a moonlit stroll.

Borderland Street

El Paso, Texas

My mom and I moved into my new grandparent's house after she married my dad when I was six. My mother was the bravest woman you could ever meet, and was convinced that one should only be afraid of the living, not the dead. Boy was she wrong. This is the first of many stories I will post, because we encountered many scary things in that house.

From the very start, my mother was not happy with the whole situation of living with the in-laws. She would stay up late at night thinking it was a big mistake. One summer night, at around two in the morning, my mom woke up very depressed and decided to go outside for some fresh air. She was out there for less than 5 minutes when she heard mumbling coming from the right side of the neighborhood and down the street.

Curious of what she heard, she decided to stay and see what was coming. Walking and humming, passed at least 50 hooded individuals holding candles. Some sounded as if they were weeping, while others sounded as of they were praying. My mom felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up for a second, but then convinced herself that maybe this was just a religious neighborhood. She decided to go back inside before these hooded individuals asked her to join them. Later that morning, my mom commented on how weird this neighborhood was. Why would anyone pray like that in the middle of the night?

My grandma and dad turned to look at her with a freaked-out look on their faces, but then told her she was crazy. She knew they were hiding something. Unfortunately, this was the first of many things we experienced.

Borderland Street 2

El Paso, Texas

This is a continuation of my first story, involving not only my grandparent's house, but also the freaky neighborhood I lived in while growing up.

Things were always unusual at the house. The sound of chains being dragged on the roof, of invisible coins being thrown to the ground in the next room, and of people talking in the house when home alone.
The next big incident happened to my mom after she had given birth to my brother. Our little family lived in a room at the very back of the house. My mom used to wake up in the middle of the night to get my brother a bottle. One night, she did her usual routine: went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle from the fridge and warmed it.

As she was walking back to our room, she saw the profile of a man standing in the dark in the middle of our living room. She initially thought it was my grandpa, but it was three o'clock in the morning. She felt chills and decided to pretend she didn't see it. She started to walk away when she noticed the thing dematerialized and fall to the ground. She freaked out and decided to again pretend she didn't see it, and continued walking to the room.

Then she heard the thing dragging slowly behind her. She thought it was her imagination, so she stopped, and the thing paused as well. She got extremely frightened and started to run, with that thing dragging at her heels. Thankfully, she left the door open and ran in, closing the door. At the same time the thing crashed against it. She locked the door and a second later the door knob started to wiggle. Needless to say, she had a very hard time going to sleep that night, and every night thereafter.

Again, this is only one of the many events that happened in this house. I will try to write about a different event at least once a week. Till next time!

Borderland Street 3

El Paso, Texas

When you are a kid, you depend on your parents to help you feel safe. What if you experience something and no one wants to believe you?

We disregard much of the paranormal things children say by telling ourselves that it's just imaginary, but what if you know that what the child says might be true? How do you give the child that sense of security again? Do you lie or tell the truth?

I had just turned six when we moved into the house. This happened more than twenty years ago, yet I still remember it like it was yesterday. I went to bed one night with both my parents in the room. It had probably been a month after we moved in. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone screaming at the other end of the house. I figured it was one of my aunts or even grandma, so I was more concerned than afraid. I tried to wake my mom up, but she just told me to go back to sleep.

A couple of minutes later, that one screaming person seemed to have been joined by five more, then ten, then God knows how many more. The sound was loud enough that it should have woken my parents up, but it didn't. I tried waking my mom up again, but she told me I was just dreaming, and to go back to sleep.

As time passed, the screaming got closer and closer to where it was practically outside our room. I looked over at my parents and they were sound asleep. How could anyone sleep through that? All of a sudden, the screams were all around me, yet there were only three people in the room. I was too afraid to move, let alone jump into my parent's bed. All I was able to do was wrap the covers around my head and try to cover my ears. I must have passed out because I woke up the next morning. The only concrete reminder of what happened the night before were the painful scratches on my ears from when I was trying to mute the sound.

I tried to tell my parents what had happened, but they just told me it was a dream and that I needed to learn to distinguish reality from fantasy. I felt all alone. I knew what I had heard; yet no one believed me. I have spoken to my mom about it, now as a grown up, and she apologized for not paying attention to me. She had kept her experiences a secret from me to try to protect me. I learned I wasn't crazy the longer we lived there.

Borderland Street 4

El Paso, Texas

My grandmother on my mom's side and I had a very strong bond. She took care of me before my mom married my dad and took me to Mexico for a year when my mom couldn't afford any babysitters. After my mom got married, my grandma spent a couple of nights at our new house. She wasn't a very superstitious woman, but even she felt the strong entities that lived there. They actually scared her away.

We were extremely heartbroken when she fell ill with pneumonia that was worsened by her diabetes. My mom knew she was in critical condition, so she spent most of my grandma's last days with her. I, unfortunately didn't get to say my goodbyes, but I accompanied my mom to the hospital in hopes that someone took pity on the eight year old with the dying grandma.

My dad usually stayed home and took care of my new baby brother. One night, my dad was putting my brother in his crib, when he noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye. He says the trash can that stood in one of the corners of our little room started to shake, elevated at least three feet in the air and then fell back down to the floor. He was a little freaked, and he saw it as a bad omen. He decided not to tell my mom because he figured she was dealing with enough already.

Early the next morning, we received one of the worst calls anyone can ever receive. My grandmother passed away. Her health deteriorated through the night and the illness got the best of her. We were completely crushed. My dad let us mourn her death for a couple of days before he mentioned the incident.

My mom took it as my grandma's way of saying goodbye. Unfortunately, my mom felt there was still no closure. She became obsessed with the death until my grandmother found a way to communicate yet again...