Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (13 page)

Are You Worthy? 

Fort Worth, Texas

In 2007, I moved in with my husband to be. The house belonged to his grandparents who bought it brand new in 1961. They passed away in 1993 (grandpa) and 1996 (grandma).

One night, we had just laid down to go to sleep. About 5 minutes after doing so, the bedroom lamp on my side turned on by itself. The lamp has 3 settings: low, medium and high. The lamp had turned on to high. Anyway, we both looked at each other and just shrugged. I leaned over and turned it off. Not even a minute passed by and it turned on again on the highest setting. I looked at my fiancé and he was just as dumbfounded as I was. I turned it off again and guess what? It turned on a 3rd time, on the highest setting.

My fiancé suggested I unscrew the light bulb, so I did. I told him if the lamp turns on again with the bulb unscrewed, I was leaving and not coming back!

It didn't turn on again that night, but it has a few times since then. With the bulb screwed in of course.

About a week later, my fiancé was at work (he worked the night shift). I went to bed and was awakened by someone leaning on the mattress on my side of the bed. It was as if someone was either sitting on the edge or leaning in to look at me while I was asleep. There was no one there and I was the only one home. Anyway, I felt the mattress slowly "go back" as if someone got up from sitting on it.

The next night, the fiancé was at work and I had gone to bed. This time, I fell asleep with the lamp on low because the house was freaking me out! I woke up to something or someone shaking my leg as if they were trying to wake me up. Again, no one there.

Along with those experiences, I've heard footsteps and things come up missing when I know I set it somewhere and it's gone. I come back 5 minutes later and it's there.

This next experience happened to my 8 year old stepson. We got up one morning and he was asleep in the recliner in the living room. We had put him in his own bed the night before. I asked him if he had trouble sleeping and that was why he was in the recliner and his response chilled me. "No”, he said, “Someone carried me in here."

Come to find out, my husband's grandmother died in our house in that very same recliner. Why he kept it, I have no idea but it's gone now! I truly believe she was making sure I was worthy of her house and her grandson. I'm guessing I passed the test! Thanks for reading my story.

Shadow Man

San Antonio, Texas

A few months ago I moved into a large house down the street from where I lived before. Someone (perhaps a neighbor, but I never saw him again), walked past me in the street and said, "I wouldn't be living there if I were you."

I just looked at him like he was crazy (mainly because I thought he was), and just ignored him. Shortly after getting moved in, though, as I went to bed (after going through the house and turning off all the lights), I heard this weird noise downstairs. I went to check out what it was making the noise. I got to the kitchen and as I turned around something just appeared in the corner of the room. The best way to describe it is it was like this big black shadow, but it was standing. It was at least 7 feet tall, and just staring at me.

I couldn't move, and it was coming closer and closer. I was frozen with fear, but before it touched me, it just disappeared. This has happened several times since.

I haven't lived here long, but I am afraid of what is still coming.

Fishers of Men

Rockwall, Texas

I'm not sure what they were. Ghosts? Angels? I don't know. I just know they weren't human.

This happened one summer at an older brother's house in Rockwall, Texas, when I was around 14 years old. My brother had a house on a small lake, and I frequently enjoyed taking his boat out fishing.

It was broad daylight, at around 10am. I had just gotten into the boat, which was just a small aluminum boat large enough for three or four people. The boat was still out of the water. I hadn't put it in the water yet, because I had just discovered a couple of porn magazines under one of the seats. I was sitting there thumbing through the pages looking at the pictures.

I felt pretty safe from being caught because my brother's yard, like all the other yards around the lake, was very long and wide open. There was no way for anyone to get close enough to see what I was reading without me seeing them first. I would have quickly noticed anyone within a hundred yards of me. At least... that's what I thought.

I’d been in the boat for only a moment, and every few seconds I had been nervously looking around to see if anyone was nearby. Suddenly I glanced up and from out of nowhere there were two men standing right next to me at the edge of the boat! They were neatly dressed in very modern, dark suits. The simply appeared out of nowhere.

I sheepishly tucked the magazine down under the seat again, knowing they had already gotten full view of what I had been reading. They were THAT close.

I was simply in awe that these two mysterious men could suddenly just be right there without me seeing them walk up. I mean, they simply weren't there a second ago, and then suddenly there they were!

One of the men spoke to me. He asked me point-blank, "What are you doing?"

What could I say, except the obvious: what they already knew from observation. I tried to make it sound as innocent as possible without lying. I told them I was just thumbing through one of my brother's magazines.

He then said they liked to fish, and asked me if I could tell them where the best locations were. I pointed down to the far end of the lake that was surrounded by a heavily wooded area and told them that's usually where I caught the most fish. I mentioned that it would be a long walk for them, and that it's better if they have a boat. He thanked me, and the two men glanced at each other. The moment they broke eye contact with me, I quickly glanced down to see how visible the magazine was that I had blindly tucked back under the seat. I didn't want to be obvious about it, though, so I didn't even get a full glance at the magazine before I looked right back up at the two men. Only, in that very instant they both simply vanished. Gone. No trace of them whatsoever, they simply vanished as quickly as they had appeared.

This was not a dream, nor was I on any type of drug or medication whatsoever. This really happened and I've never forgotten it and I'm still amazed by it.

Ghostly Children/Ghostly Prom

Sanger, Texas

This happened at my girlfriend's house in Sanger. The first part of the story happened to her and her family, and takes place when we were 13, and the second part involves me, when we were 17.

Part 1: Ghost Children
When Elaina first moved into the historic house of her mother's dreams, she was home alone, sitting in the living room. Her brother walked by and she didn't think anything of it. 15 minutes later, her mom comes home with her little brother, whom she had just picked up from school.

One night, Mrs. Wilson was making dinner and was squatting down to get a pan out of the drawer below the oven and saw a small boy out of her peripheral vision. She did a double take and the boy was gone.

The whole family hears whistling all of the time (even on windless days, so it's not the wind, and they've checked the A.C but it's not that either).

Part 2: Ghost Prom
On the night of the prom (we were then 17) I arrived a little early and Elaina wasn't done getting ready, so I waited at the foot of the stairs, and a girl (who wasn't Elaina) in a dress walked slowly down the stairs, planted a kiss on my cheek, and continued to walk around the corner (no sounds of windows or doors opening were heard). A few seconds later, Elaina walked down and I asked who else she had over. She said no one, so we checked the house, but didn't find a trace of the girl.

Late that night, I was asleep. I awoke to a burning sensation on my cheek where the ghost girl kissed me. I went to the bathroom, but my cheek looked fine. The prom ghost hasn't appeared since.

We did a bit of research on the house, and found out that a young boy died on the property. We checked house, school, county, and death records, but couldn't find anything on the ghostly prom girl.

Harry

Quinlan, Texas

A friend and I moved in together to help each other since we were both single parents. She had a son, 12, and I had two sons, 11 and 13, and two daughters, 8 and 7.

The house we rented was a five-bedroom right on a lake. We were shocked at the rent only being $250 a month, but we thought it was because my friend worked with the lady who owned the house.

She told us that she, her two sons, and her now-dead husband had built the house. Shortly after finishing it, Harry died of cancer.

She laughed and said, "I hope you're not afraid of ghosts. Harry is still here."

Both my friend and I had dealt with ghosts before, and I joke about having my mom and dad both with me all the time even though they both are dead. But, that is another story!

While moving in, several strange things happened. The first weekend we were there, kids being kids, Verne and I had problems getting the kids to settle down for bed. They all five kept running up and down the stairs. After three or four attempts to put them down, I heard a lot of noise coming from the back yard. I started downstairs to check it out.

Just as I stepped on the last step, I realized it was broad daylight at midnight. I looked out the window in front of me and could see the lake in our back yard. A man in a Panama hat, tan pants and a bright blue shirt was standing looking out over the lake, waving to some people in a sailboat.

I shook my head and it was dark again. I returned to bed in shock. Only minutes after getting cozy the kids started down the stairs again. I heard dishes rattle and a dish break, kids scream, then rapid movement back up the stairs.

I jumped up and opened my door. I went into the girls' room to find nobody there. In the next bedroom I found all five kids piled up in one bed. They told me two plates and two forks flew past them at the bottom of the stairs and hit the wall, then two forks stuck in the floor of the last step. Then there was light outside like it was noon and a man was standing in the back yard pointing at the house.

By this time Verne was up and laughing at them. It was only Harry, she told them with a wink at me. We all went downstairs to check it out. Nothing was broken, no forks in the floor, everything was just as we left it. We sent the kids back to bed and Verne and I sat down at the table for a smoke. I told her what I saw and heard. She told me she had seen the same thing the morning before when she was leaving for work at 4 a.m. I did not tell her what this man looked like, she told me!

We lived in that house for three years and do I have lots of tales from it. One couple moved in after we moved out but only lived there three weeks. They said there was something in that house that was not alive. The house stood empty for over a year, then was sold and still nobody has lived in it.

The new owner tore it down. He said after it started falling apart strange things started happening. I will never forget Harry.