LINDSEY'S GHOSTS PART 2
(Continued from Iowa page)
(Lindsey)
In an apartment I moved into when I first came down here, I seemed something that smelled like, body waste, literally. It was almost overwhelming and it came almost primarily from my room. I went into an extremely bad mood and hated just about everything. Then it went a way and I was fine. It was the only time the smell had ever generated in the area.
In the same apartment, I saw a boy with no face sitting on the radio. It was about midnight and I was too tired to worry much about him. I told him not to break it and I lay down on my bed. I remember he had clothing on that looked like stuff my grandpa wore when he was young and he looked about my age. He was wear khaki pants, and that was the most dominant feature about him. That and that he FELT like he was my age. I could tell for sure though.
A few days later, my mom was outside with our soon to be house-mate, and I decided to dance around the apartment while they weren't in it. I jumped once and almost lost my footing so I had to stop and stand still for a minute. When I knew my balance was just fine, I heard the same noise my feet made when they bounced onto the carpet behind me. I turned and saw a flash of khaki fly down the hall and into my room. Naturally, I ran and joined my mom and our soon-to-be room-mate outside.
I had to watch our soon to be roommate's animals one weekend a week later while she was at her mother's for a family party. I accidentally broke the lock (I don't know how but I had to get someone to come fix it) and my Mom was at work. I stayed up at her apartment on the second floor (mine was on the first floor) and called a maintenance (sp) man on the emergency line. I sincerely hoped he would come that night, because I had no intention of falling asleep with door unlocked in a nearly empty apartment that wasn't my own. I waited in the dim light of the living room ceiling fan with the TV off and the animals asleep (a cat and a ferret). I was perfectly happy, except for the fact that the apartment was a little chilly. It was just the temperature our soon-to-be room-mate likes to keep her area. I didn't turn on the TV because I was scared I'd break it or some how mess it up and get in more trouble. So I went back down stairs (quickly) and grabbed my book. I came back up, skipping stairs as I went and went into the apartment. The living room light was off and the ferret was running around in her cage, wide awake. The cat was no where in sight. I figured I must've turned the light off absent-mindedly and woke Willow (the ferret) up when I shut the door. I flicked the light back on and sat down on the couch. I read for nearly a half hour when I heard Willow making weird noises. I went to her and played with her until I heard something thump against the window. I shut Willows cage door and went to check it out. The closer I got to the noise though, the softer it got. So I stopped in the middle of the living room and looked around. I saw that the bathroom light was on and I watched it go off again a split second later. I was in shock. I stepped closer to the door and noticed (out of the corner of my eye) that the curtain was rippling. When I looked at it straight on, it stopped. I heard the thumping on the window again, I ignored it. I pretended it never happened and sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. The repair man came a few hours later. I didn't think about it until the next day when the soon-to-be room-mate came home.
We (room-mate, mom and me) got a house. It is in a completely different area then the apartment, which made it completely beautiful to me. We went over one night with my mom's boyfriend, so we could start painting and getting the house ready for us to live in. I went right to work and started painting one of the walls in my room. Our room-mate; Stephanie found something in the garage and called for everyone to come over and look to see what she found. I ignored that and kept painting. It sounded like something good, and unless it was an animal in the garage, I didn't really want to see it. I continued to paint even after they were all in the garage. I heard running behind me so I turned and saw a flash of khaki go across the door way to my room. I wait for every one to come in and checking to see what they were wearing. No one was wearing khaki.
At the high school I go to (just started this year, I'm in 10th grade) I was in the cafeteria and looked up at the sky lights,... it was a REALLY cloudy day and I looked up and saw a flash of yellowish-gold light float a little above the other students head the speed off else where. I don't know what it was or where it went.
I looked through the window of the door leading to the dance room entry way, I saw a girl with black hair, wearing all blue except for some white sneakers behind the second door that lead into the dance room. She looked depressed because she had her head down and she was very relaxed and slumped against the door. I opened the door, which takes seconds to open and went in, and there was no trace of her. I went into the dance room for class just the same. She wasn't even in the dance classroom.
I was at home, getting in the water ready so I could shower when I felt a cold draft run up my legs and my back. The cold air swooped over my stomach and chest and I was in a very warm bathroom. My skin below shirt collar line was freezing. It felt like I just dipped myself in fresh snow. The feeling went a way, and I felt weary about showering. But I eventually did, but the feeling came back every once and awhile, sometimes it would go higher, sometimes it would go lower. I didn't take a very long shower. I just did the basics and I was out of there.
In bed one night, I lay down to sleep and I couldn't. I had too much on my mind. But all that went away when I felt fingers tingling up my left leg. I didn't move. I felt paralyzed. I felt it stop just above my knee and I yelled for my mom. She came in and checked the bed thoroughly for bugs. I never moved once. She put the covers back and assured me that nothing was there and left. I felt the finger on my foot again and I turned over. Hoping it would stop. It didn't. Instead it went up further until it reached mid-thigh and stayed there. Then I felt the same feeling on my right leg, the same one that was current on my left. It went up until it was a bit higher then my left legs. Then they both went down slowly at the same time. I was so scared. I couldn't scream, yell, cry or move…nothing. When they were at my ankles I finally started to say stuff like," go away" and "stop". It faded away and I feel asleep when my mom came in with my puppy and left us to sleep.
A VISIT FROM MY BROTHER-IN-LAW
(Mary)
My husband's brother was 16 years old when died in a bad wreck. He lived next door to my mother at the time of his death. About a year after his death, my husband and I started dating. We had been dating about a month. I was enrolled in the Police Academy at the time. Well one month, I was late. I was scheduled to go to the doctor the next day to see if I was possibly pregnant when this event happened to me. I was taking a bath and at the very moment I was thinking "I hope I'm not pregnant", I laid back in the water and suddenly felt this cold gust of air blow and I felt as if someone had lifted my head out of the water. Needless to say I quickly jumped up. I was looking all around trying to figure out what had just happened. I was in a bedroom bathroom with the door open looking into the bedroom. I was trying to convince myself that it was nothing and it didn't happen. I thought to myself that I must be going crazy or something. All of a sudden my touch lamp in my bedroom went crazy turning on and getting brighter and turning off again and back on, as if someone was touching it. I jumped out of the water and started calling to my mother to come right away. The lamp was still going crazy when my mother came in. My dad thought maybe something might have touched the lamp so, he tested out some of his theories…which didn't work….the lamp didn't come on unless someone touched it. The Irony of it all is that, I did go to the doctor the next day and I was pregnant. We ended up naming our son after my husband's brother, who had passed away. I think it was my brother-in-law, just giving me a heads up, of what I was going to find out the next day.
THE ANGEL OF DEATH
(Mary)
When I was 13 years old, I spent the night over at my best friend's house. We were lying in separate twin beds. Her bed was facing the bedroom door and the one I was in was facing a closet with folding double doors. We were laying there just listening to music and talking. I could tell that my friend was getting sleepy, because she was mumbling when she talked. So, I decided to let her go to sleep. I was laying down listening to the music (the lights were already out), when I was looking at the closet (the doors were open), all of a sudden I saw it (the angel of death). It was sort of hovering over the floor. It was a tall figure with black cloak on. Where the face was suppose to be, there was only darkness. I froze. All I could think to do is cover up my head and start praying. I prayed to God that what every that was, to not let it be there, when I moved the covers from my head. I got up enough courage and uncovered my head. It was gone. I thanked God...I was at peace after that and went to sleep. I believe this messenger came to me as a warning of what was in store for my friend and me the next day. We were going to take a day trip to my friend's grandparents' house. It was pretty far away. After being there for a while, we started to get bored. Her grandparents had this big ranch about a hundred acres, but there was nothing for two teenage girls to do. We asked her dad if we could borrow the car to go down the old dirt roads (he sometimes let us drive it). He said yes. My friend was driving and I was in the passenger seat. We were listening to music and talking. We decided to see how fast the car would go. We were going 85 mph down these dirt roads, when we hit a sand bed and my friend lost control of the vehicle. We hit a tree head on (going 85 mph). We were about 2 miles away from her Grandparent's ranch house and in the middle of no were. The motor of the car was pushed inside of the car and was on top of my friend's foot. My door was broken and I could not get it open. All I could think to do was climb over to the back seat and try to get my friend out. I had four broken ribs and could hardly breathe. All I could think to do is get out of the car, which was now on fire. I started yelling as loud as I could for help. Her grandfather came up on the wreck at that same time. He got my friend out of the vehicle and we drove back to the house to call the ambulance. Her parents decided to meet the paramedics half way, so we left to go to the hospital (we were pretty bad off). By the time we got back to where the vehicle was it was burnt to a crisp after exploding. We both made it to the hospital. I came out of the wreck with four broken ribs, a broken nose, bruises across my stomach and chest, and my face looked like Freddy Kruger had gotten a hold of it. My friend had a crushed foot, a broken jaw, a broken hip bone and concussion. A lot of people said that we had angels watching us that day.
The funny thing about all of this is I don't remember putting my seat belt on or taking it off, yet I had seat belt bruise across my stomach and chest. My mother ended up moving us. My friend and I kept in touch by writing to each other, but eventually lost contact with each other. After I was grown, I decided to find her number and call her. We talked a long time. She told me "You know what I saw that night before the wreck?" She went on to describe the exact same thing that I saw that night….the angel of death. I think that our angels were watching over us. I think the angel of death was there to warn us about what was going to happen and when I prayed to God (he sent his angels). This was an experience I will never forget….and will never sleep by a closet with an open door again!
THE UNMARKED GRAVES
IN GRANDMA'S YARD
(Michelle)
My grandma owns a home in a little community called BlueTown, near La Feria. During the time of the Mexican-American War there were some skirmishes around that place and of course a lot of the people died. In my grandma's back yard there is a stump of a big, old Mesquite tree that was used to hang the dead. They were executed and their bodies left to rot. When the war ended, they took down the skeletons and rotting bodies and buried them all over the area of my grandma's yard. My uncles were digging up some banana trees on the sides of the house when they found a human skeleton. They took out the bones (intended on keeping them) and began to dig deeper. They believed in the legend about my grandma's uncle burying money under a dead body, during the war. But my grandma got scared and commanded them to rebury the bones. So they did. Then that very night, my mom; still young, was in her room brushing her hair in the mirror and directly behind her was a window. When she looked past here reflection, she said she saw a horrible, pale face PRESSED against the window pane. She said its eyes were red and it gave her an ugly stare of anger. She screamed and ran out of the room. My uncles came in to inspect the room. They found no one. So they went outside to inspect the window and found that the place where they found the body was right below her window. It is still there to this day. The most eerie part of the house is my mom's old room and the bathroom hallway. Years later after my mom had married; my dad was sitting outside in the porch. When my mom looked out the glass door, she saw a man dressed in old fashioned black clothing, talking to my dad. She blinked once and the man was gone. She went outside and asked him who he was talking to. My dad gave her a weird look and said no one was around.
LEGEND OF THE LITTLE BLUE HOUSE
(Michelle)
My uncle lived in Rio Hondo, in the middle of no where. On his land he had two houses, a trailer and behind that was one a small blue house. Behind the small blue house was a field, tall grasses and forest of thorn trees. One time when my cousins and all still lived there, the eldest of my uncles family; Jr. and my two other cousins, went walking back there for the heck of it. Later they stumbled upon the charred remains of a small house. They snooped around for a bit more and Jr. found what appeared to be human bones. Like his weird uncles before him, he wanted to keep the skull. Thankfully he didn't. Come to find out; there is a legend about this home and the remains my uncles stumbled upon. As legend has it; supposedly, a women lived there with drunken, abusive husband. One night he came home more drunk than usual, and she must have upset him because he started chasing her saying he was going kill her. She ran out of the house to a neighbor's, frantically banging on the doors for help. No one answered, too scared to open the door for the poor woman. Eventually, her husband caught up to her and killed her. As the story goes, he dragged her back to the house where he cut up her body and then burned down the house with himself and the remains of his wife's body in it, so the police couldn't find them. In the middle of the night my cousin, Cindy; woke to go to the bathroom. She was walking back to the trailer where my uncle was sleeping. She was far enough from the blue house to see the top of the roof. She said that she suddenly felt an odd presence staring at her. As she looked up, she saw a lady in a white gown glaring at her with an evil look, crouching on the roof of the blue house. She was so upset, she ran inside the house had trouble falling back to sleep.
THE POSSESSED TOY
(Michelle)
My cousin Amos owned a small wrestling action figure…it was his favorite doll. One night my cousins and brother were messing around with it and annoying Amos. Jokingly, Amos said "It's gonna get you guys in the middle of the night if you don't stop!" But my relentless cousins and sibling did not listen. They were camping outside the house and Amos had fallen asleep with the doll next to him. My brother and older cousins were playing and joking around. They had built a camp fire for the fun of it. Then when they got a little quiet, some one; I don't know who, spotted the doll and it was moving!! It got up and started walking towards them. No matter how unbelievable it sounds it's true! It scared the hell out of them and they all jumped up screaming. Eventually someone kicked or grabbed it and threw it into the fire! They even swore while it was burning it made a whistling sound that almost sounded eerily like human screams. Amos woke up to find his doll burning in the fire. Needless to say, he was very upset and when they tried to explain to him what happened with the doll, he refused to believe them.
THE SHADOW
(Esly)
The paranormal activity really started in 2002. My uncle was the first to experience the strange events I'm about to share. It all began with him claiming that he felt something heavy on him at night and he had very difficult time breathing. He said he started praying and whatever was on top of him would slowly go away. We have a saying for this " Que se te carga el muerto". It means a spirit gets on top of you, when it wants something from you. Well when this usually happens in Mexico, the spirit usually wants you to find some money he buried when he was alive; but they say if you find the money and you keep it, somebody in your family dies. So you do get the money, but in exchange he takes somebody from your family. After a while it kept on happening to him every night. Once he actually asked the spirit what it wanted. He said he could barely hear little whispers, but couldn't understand what it was trying to say to him. After about two weeks my mom got tired of it so she got the house blessed. We thought it had worked because for about a week nothing happened to my uncle and everything calmed down. All of a sudden it started again…but his time it was worse. Now the spirit bothered everyone that stayed in the room with my uncle. That was not very good for me because I slept in that room with my uncle, a cousin and my brother. Everybody in that room had their own little experience, including me. What I heard really creeped me out. I heard little tapping noises on my window. It sounded like someone tapping on it with a coin or something. You might think it was someone in the backyard, but that's not possible because my dog is very mean at night and if you just open the door from the backyard he starts barking at you. My dog would have started barking before I heard the tapping noise, but it didn't. My brother also heard tapping noise but that was a day after. The thing that really got my brother scared was what my cousin saw. My cousin said he saw a black shadow sitting down right beside my brother when he was sleeping. He said that the shadow was just staring at my brother. If I were my brother I would be really scared too. That kept on happening for a long time. Then my cousin moved out in 2004 and one of my other cousins moved in. My cousin was around 26 years old at the time. He too began to hear tapping sounds on the window, but he was actually brave enough to check to see what the noise was. What he saw was really creepy. If I were him, I think I would have fainted. He said he saw a black man that looked young, but half of his face was all cut up. My cousin told us that he was right in front of the window. He said that the spirit was waving his arm telling my cousin to follow him. My cousin actually went outside and found the spirit by our fence in the backyard. He said the spirit then appeared to jump the fence and wave his arm again for my cousin to continue following him. My cousin got really scared and went back inside. My mom asked him if he thought it was a real person. He said he didn't think so because my dog would have surely attacked anyone who would have gotten in to the yard…but the dog was rather by the garage cowering in fear. Out of curiosity, we asked him why he would go outside if he saw a stranger with his face was all cut up. He told us that he thought the man may need help or something. My mom once again blessed the house, hoping to finally rid the ghost from our home. The activity didn't completely stop, but it did at least calmed down a little. You can still hear noises in the middle of the night and sometimes see a shadow either on the front porch or in the house.
A BIRTHDAY I'LL NEVER FORGET
(Christina)
For my 15th birthday, my mom said I could have a couple of friends over to stay the night. This was very exciting for me because of our financial situation at the time; we hadn't done anything to celebrate birthdays in my household for 3 years. Don't get me wrong we always said happy birthday to each other, we just couldn't afford gifts or cards or cakes. So to actually have a small slumber party was the best gift I could get! I don't like cake so my mom had a friend of hers that owned a bakery make up a layout of about 20 different types of pastries that were so beautiful that my two friends and I felt like we were the richest people in the neighborhood...at least for the night. We played music and danced. Acted silly, played dress up and makeover and all the great stuff teenage girls do. That part of the story is one of my fondest memories growing up. My best friends at the time were Melanie and Wendy. Anyways it was growing late and the three of us were getting tired. My mom had given us permission to sleep in the master bedroom since my grandfather no longer used it and because the second bedroom was at the very back of the house so my mom stayed there so she wouldn't be disturbed by all the teenage giggling. So we all piled up in the bed and said good night to each other. I was at the far left; Melanie was in the middle and Wendy on the right. Wendy was a little afraid of the dark so we left the main bathroom light on and the master bedroom door open so some of the light would shine in on her side of the bed. My side and the mini bath were in complete darkness. With her content enough to go to sleep, I took off my glasses, laying them on the left bedside table and turned off the lamp that was on the same table. We all got settled under the covers when I felt like something was staring holes though me. All the hair on my neck and arms stood on end. I described to you earlier on in this email just how blind I was without my glasses so what I thought I would find looking around the room searching for the source of this strange feeling was beyond me. But search I did and it didn't take long for me to pinpoint it either even in my blind state! What I saw, I couldn't believe my eyes because for a brief moment I saw perfectly clear. Every Detail in the room was laid out before my eyes. I could actually see as clearly with my glasses off as I did with them on! Then I located something that is just hard to really explain with words. It was a dark grayish mass of something floating in the top left corner of the mini bathroom. It was more like hovering because I could see it slightly moving up and down like it was trying to maintain its position. Out of habit I grabbed my glasses and the image hadn't changed. It was my eyes playing tricks on me. Then like you all of a sudden I was overcome with a mass of negative feelings. Extreme hatred, the desire to destroy, sadness, grief and something pure evil just washed over me. Terrified, but not able to look away, I asked Melanie if she was awake. When she answered that she was her voice cracked as if she was distressed. I knew the answer before I asked but needed to hear it any ways. I asked her if she saw what I saw. YES SHE DID! She described it right back to me exactly as I was seeing it and feeling it. The glob or orb or what ever it was about as big around as the cover of those oscillating stand up fans that you get at Wal-Mart. it appeared to be very dense and wobbled alot but held its place in the top corner of the bathroom. As we laid there scared out of our wits whispering about this thing Wendy snored loud and deep. Not wanting to scare her (since she was already scared of the dark) but needing to get out of the room as quickly as possible because the feelings we were getting from this thing was coming off more and more dangerous, Melanie elbowed Wendy awake. We both told her to get up and get out of the bed. Half asleep she did so and then happened to look into the mirror on top of the long dresser. Dazed she asked us what the thing was she saw in the mirror. Pointing to the top corner of the mirror closest to the door was the reflection of the glob/ orb / mass that Melanie and I had seen. Problem was that as described before there is a closet blocking the view of the bathroom from the mirror. However what we were seeing in the mirror was the glob in the bathroom and no closet to block the view. That was enough for Melanie and me. We each grabbed Wendy's hand as she stood there dumbfounded hollered "don't ask! Run" and dragged her out of there. We ran straight into my grandmother's old sick room and huddled in the floor around my grandmother's favorite rocking chair. Melanie and I were extremely close to my grandmother in life and so the first thing we did was beg for her spirit to come and protect us. Over and over again we begged her for her help. All of a sudden this serene warmth washed over all three of us like arms pulling us close. Wendy, not really understanding what was going on said she didn't know what just happened in the other room but she had never been more scared in her life. She then asked which one of us was humming a lullaby. Melanie and I both looked at each other and knew that my grandmother was letting us know that she was there protecting us and that it was ok to relax. The three of us soon fell into the deepest sleeps of our lives. Upon waking up we all felt refreshed and started discussing the events of the night. We finally got the courage to go back into the master bedroom. The glob was gone and once again the closet was blocking the view of the bathroom from the mirror. It was as if nothing had happened except that we all saw something that night.
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