When I was a small child, I heard my Grandmother
telling my Mother stories of someone knocking at night. She lived in the
garage apartment at my Mother's house. I'll raise my right hand and still
get goose bumps when I think of what I saw one night. My sister and I shared
a bedroom, we slept in twin beds pushed together. The way our room was, the
door jam caught the kitchen light over the stove that my Mother left on at
One night, I woke up to find a young girl, my age, swinging out of the room
holding on to the door jam. Her hair was brown, bouncy, big curls,
long..just a dark silhouette. However, I thought it was my sister. I got up
to find where she was going only to have my sister call to me from her bed
asking "ME" where "I" was going.
Another night, I was awakened by something outside the window. This was a
man's hand waving back and forth. I am not kidding you, as I write this, the
chills go down my spine. I grabbed my sister and ran to my parent's room.
Daddy got up, got his gun, and went outside. There was nothing there. No
bushes, no branches, nothing in front of my window.
From then on, I slept with my head under the covers for fear I would see
something else. I literally prayed every night relentlessly that I would not
see anything else. It terrified me.
Soon enough, my Grandmother moved a mobile home next door. The knocking
continued. My Grandmother constantly complained of strange happenings in her
home. We listened, we just didn't say anything. My Grandmother was
hospitalized and my sister (11 years old) wanted to clean her home before
she came home. My sister was very thoughtful like that, very mild, very
sweet, caring young child. While cleaning her home, she walked by the first
bedroom and saw my Grandmother's ex-husband standing there. Just like a real
person. He was wearing his plaid shirts and knit/twill pants he always wore.
He was smiling and motioning with his finger to come to him. She ran out of
the house, not screaming, nothing would come out. She got to Mom's porch and
we had to give her a paper bag to breathe into. Never did it ever occur to
anyone that he would be there.
My Grandmother eventually got an apartment but sold her mobile home to my
brother. It was left on the property and the events didn't stop. My brother
worked late nights and I often stayed with his wife because this mobile home
truly made you have butterflies in your stomach. His wife and I returned
home one night to find the TV on an off channel. We didn't leave the TV on,
but we dismissed it because we had to go to the restroom in a hurry. She
went first, I waited outside the door. It was then that the shadow started
coming down the hall. I screamed as loud as I could scream and pounded on
the bathroom door as hard as I could. My brother's wife flew out of the
bathroom and we broke the back door to get OUT of the house. There weren't
even any steps, we just jumped into the mud and ran.
Eventually, my brother's wife's infidelity caught up with her and she had a
boyfriend on the side. Believe me, these details are relevant, just keep
reading. She eventually moved out... the mobile home was moved, much to
everyone's relief, but nothing stopped. In the meantime, my brother's wife's
boyfriend was dumped. HE didn't stop. She moved in with her mother and her
aunt 10 miles away. They were at a club in Dallas, on their way home, while
he waited in the shadows down the road. As they passed by, he drove his
truck out of the side road and started chasing them 2 miles from home. He
shot into the car several times until she pulled over.
Her boyfriend/ex-boyfriend had a trigger finger that wouldn't bend. He sawed
it off with a chainsaw and it was put back on years earlier. The sawn off 12
gauge shotgun had a string attached to it and you had to reload it each time
using this string to somehow make it work. They all got out of the car. My
brother's wife, her mother, and her aunt. Her mother pleaded for her life
and he raised the gun and shot her point blank in the chest. (This story was
in the Dallas Morning News email me and I'll tell you where to find it. I
also have the video tape of my brother's wife on the news) He turned to her
aunt, but her aunt turned away and he shot her in the shoulder. He kidnapped
my brother's wife and drove to a church parking lot at 3 AM *EDIT EDIT EDIT
EDIT* He then drove to a convenient store for gas, this is where my
brother's wife got away.
Back at her mother's home, he had already tried to burn it but only the
kitchen burned before it put itself out. My brother had that trailer moved
to this location. The exact spot, next to my mother's, where my
Grandmother's had previously been. My brother is 6'3" 210, while working
late in the house one night, he was frightened by something he won't even
talk about. I heard the pounding of his feet when he flew out the door and
ran to my mother's house. In the next few days, my mother and I were backing
out when we saw someone standing in the window of the first room. It was her
mother, in her jeans, red hair, and glasses. Just standing in the window
with the curtain pulled back, looking outside.
The trailer didn't stay long, it was soon moved. Here is where I come in.
"I" bought a mobile home.... and guess where I put it. Yep, right in the
same place. This is where it gets even more difficult for me to tell. I
bought a digital camera and I swear, I thought it was broken. At the time, I
paid $400 for this camera. These orb looking things kept showing up. I
looked them up and found them to be spirits of some kind. We did experiments
with glares and soon learned to live with the spots that frequented our
photos. We've even played around with some of them and asked them to sit in
our hands... and they complied.
There are those who are sensitive to these things. In particular, a friend
of ours from Hawaii. We never told her about our house until she came over a
few times. She felt truly uncomfortable walking down the hall that has come
to be known as the "haunted hall" (where the first bedroom of both previous
homes was located). She is in her 30's and sometimes has to have someone
walk her down the hall. I am in my 30's and I don't visit that part of the
house at night. When my son was younger, his sister had croup. I sat up with
her for two nights so I could make sure she was breathing ok. The first
night my daughter slept back in that room, my son came to me at 3 AM and
told me there was a light up butterfly in his room. I was so sleepy that I
just let it go and motioned him into my bed to sleep. The next morning, he
told me again (4 years old, my daughter was 2 years old) about the light up
butterfly in his room. He said she was very bright and when she saw him
looking at her, she slipped away into the ceiling. Again, the goosebumps
crawl up my legs.
On my grandmother's birthday, 3 days before Halloween, things start stirring
up in my home. This is where the auction comes in. Win this auction and you
get to sleep in the haunted hall on my Grandmother's birthday and up to 7
days as it nears. Her birthday is October 28th. Bring your camera, bring
your ghost hunting tools, and you get to keep your footage as long as I get
a copy. This auction is also for a BOX for you to store your footage in. You
keep the rights to the footage you capture.
Back to our friend from Hawaii.... she has seen the little girl, who is
still here playing among my children, albeit, they could not see her. She
also saw the man that my mother sees and his wife, I assume standing in my
yard. I learned to sleep with my door closed in the night at my mother's
house. My mother slept with her door open. One night she awoke to find a man
standing in her doorway, his face hidden, he was turned to his side. She
looked at the clock, looked back at the door, ( goosebumps creeping up my
leg again ) and he raised his arm and pointed at her. She knew he was there,
she turned her back, and made herself go back to sleep. He was also seen
again entering the den at my mother's house while my Dad was up leaving for
work around 2:30 AM. He didn't say anything then, but when he got home, he
wanted to know who he was. When he described what he saw, everyone knew it
was the man mother had seen. The woman wears black dress pants, white dress
shirt, she has shoulder length blonde hair, and stands at the end of my
mother's bed with her hands crossed. It's been years since they've shown
themselves to my mother, but our friend from Hawaii described them. She had
no previous knowledge.
I could sit here and write and write about the things that have happened
here and at my mother's home. It's scary to say the least. I won't even walk
to the kitchen at night to get something to drink without someone going with
Please find out who these people are! Win this STORAGE CARDBOARD BOX to
store your footage in! It's been long enough, they'be been here for 30 years
or longer and it just gets more intense.
In the Bible, it says there are no ghosts. My mother tells me this all the
time, but she can't explain what she saw. She just shakes her head.