Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (27 page)

Child In The Hallway Bathroom

Houston, Texas

When I was a child, my father had a house by a lake, which we would go visit every summer. I loved it, but there was something that bothered me about it. It had a dark hallway that led to the bathroom. As a little girl, every time I would pass by there to go use it I would feel like something was watching me, and not something good.

One day as I was walking down I felt a blast of hot air that smelled of death and sorrow. I can't explain how I know but I just know. Then I continued walking, but afraid out of my wits. Just as I was about to put my hand on the doorknob of the bathroom door, I felt a hand push me back and at that moment I heard something that chilled me. It was the scream of a child but unworldly. I had enough. That moment I turned and ran for my life. I caught a glimpse of what was in the bathroom and to this day it still scares me. It was a young girl about 6 or 7. She had scars all over her body. She was naked and bleeding but her eyes were what almost stopped me. They were black and full of sadness and despair, but at the same time with a cold calculating look that seemed too smart for a little girl.

I'll probably never know what happened there but I do know this that thing, whatever it was, was real and evil. I could feel it.

2:10 AM

Lake Jackson, Texas 

I have been reading these ghost stories a lot lately and a lot of them I can blatantly tell they are demons attacking people. Being a strong Christian and very firm in my faith I have been reading the stories and thinking I could deal with such a situation.

Well for about three weeks I have been waking up at 2:10 AM exactly. Not exactly scary, but just kinda weird and annoying. Well last night I went to bed knowing well I was most likely going to wake up at 2:10 and was ready just to suck it up and go back to bed.

Last night was different. I woke up with my TV blaring sound. I thought rationally. I must have laid on the remote, turning the volume up all the way. I lay listening to the loud TV while an infomercial was yelling at me about fitness. Then suddenly the woman's voice on the infomercial began gargling. I thought it was just the speakers messing up. Then the voice began getting lower and lower, until I could only describe it as demonic speaking, something I didn't understand. Freaked at this I panicked and jumped out of the bed. The TV was on with the infomercial, but the demonic voice was coming from something else.

I gathered myself. I began praying and yelling at the demon, "In Jesus' name you have no power over me! And in Jesus' name you are banished from this house!" and as soon as I said this everything had stopped. My TV was muted. Everything was quiet.

The next morning I asked my mom why she didn't check on me and she said she heard nothing. I know I was fully awake because I went and got some orange juice. Now I know I can take on anything that may attack me in the night.

Madonna

Spring, Texas

I've had many experiences in my lifetime that can only be described as strange to say the least. Most of them happened when I was younger.

My grandmother raised me, and I think many of my experiences were due to the weird items she collected in her travels as a colonel's wife.

Growing up with these things seemed normal at the time, but in hindsight there was nothing normal about them.

There was a huge wrought-iron clock with roman numerals running backwards... at the bottom of this clock was an ugly gargoyle with outstretched wings and fangs.

There was a shelf with another horrid creature posed underneath the flat part of the shelf with its legs drawn up and wings outstretched, a small statue of a woman holding (what I thought) were blue eggs... no they are her eyes... you get the picture. S
trange
stuff.

This story revolves around one of the items that most would consider mild compared to the rest. It was a print of the Madonna and child inside an ornate gold frame and matted (I guess) with an oval mat.

My grandmother hung this print in my bedroom and from the day it was hung there I experienced scary stuff! I heard echoing voices that I couldn't make out, but they sounded like a group of people arguing in an empty metal barrel. And I thought Mary and the Christ child were watching me, so I would put my pajamas on out of their sight.

I also became very sick several times but my grandmother was of a faith that did not believe in going to doctors. Instead, if someone is very sick, a church practitioner will visit and pray... I awoke to the 93rd Psalm more times than I care to remember.

Eventually I convinced my grandmother to remove the print from my room and she hung it in hers.

I found this out much later: my step grandfather and my grandmother on separate occasions awoke to see a demonic face within the oval mat! My step grandfather insisted it be removed from their room!

It now hangs in the home of my step mom (my dad passed away several years ago). No one has experienced anything abnormal since its been hung there.

The Haunted Doll

Livingston, Texas

Hi! I'm Shannon. I'm 30 years old, and I want to tell you a story. When I was about the age of 9, my Aunt passed away. She left behind her six-year-old daughter, my cousin Sarah, for my grandparents to raise.

My grandparents lived (well my grandma still does) in a two-story house. The second story, many years ago, used to be a garage apartment. My grandparents bought it and made it into a two-story house. Ok that's a little background info to help you follow me better.

So, about a year after my Aunt's death, me, cousin Sarah, my mom, my grandma and grandpa, and my great grandma decided to leave early one summer morning and go to Galveston, Texas, to spend the day at the beach.

We were gone all day, not returning home until after dark. Now, my Aunt who passed on had a doll that my grandma had given her when she was a child. This doll, if you put it up to baby pictures of my aunt, looks freakishly like her. And my grandma used to make their clothes and would dress my aunt and the doll alike. Sarah was given this doll after her mother died and by this point the doll was like 25 years old or so and its head wouldn't even stay up. It just flopped over.

Ok, so back to my story. The doll was upstairs in Sarah's room, and my grandma had set it up in a little metal kids' chair and placed it in front of the window at the corner of the bunk beds.

So, no one had been home all day, and Sarah and I were the first to run upstairs to shower off because we had sand all over us. We jumped in the shower together, both being kids and girls, and washed off. We got out of the shower, grabbed towels to wrap around ourselves, and headed into Sarah's room to dry off and get dressed. We were chatting away about our day at the beach when, in the middle of throwing on pajamas, we both froze!

We looked at each other, chills running through both of us, and then turned to look back at the doll.

For a moment we couldn't move. There was her mother's creepy doll sitting on the top bunk next to the window, with its feet dangling off the side.

No one had been in that house all day and us two were the first to go upstairs after returning that evening. We both turned and ran down the stairs! No one believed us then, and to this day they still don't.

They always just laugh. But that doll has creeped me out for years.

Man in the Hall

Peaster, Texas

My husband has told this story several times. He is
the oldest of four boys. While living with his parents as a child, about 9 or 10 years old, he awoke suddenly one night. He sat straight up in bed. He called to all three brothers (they all slept in the same room in bunk beds), but no one answered. As he lay back down, a man in his thirties, wearing a plaid shirt and puffed vest, walked toward him smiling. What is strange is that he could see him because the closet light was on.

Now, if you know my father in law, he always says the
furniture doesn't need light. So the boys always turned off all of the lights. He says the man had a huge grin on his face. He never spoke, just smiled, walked up to the bed, turned and walked through the window to the outside.

A few nights later, the same thing happened. He woke up suddenly out of a dead sleep, the closet light was on, and he could see this man smiling at him. The only difference was that now he had brown hair rather than blonde. He walked to him, grinning, turned, and walked down the dark hallway.
My (now) husband jumped out of bed and shook the three other boys to no avail. No one would come to. Terrified, he weighed the decision whether or not to cross the dark hallway to his parents' room. No one would wake up. He made himself go back to sleep, only telling his family the next morning.

His parents mentioned that the animals had been acting very strangely in the previous days. A few days later, his dad found something and asked the boys where it came from.

"It's a good luck token from our friend down the road," the boys replied.

Their dad said to them, “This has a satanic symbol on it, and we will not have this in our home, get rid of it! Now I know why things have been weird lately."

Upon hearing this, the boys tried to return the thing, but of course hearing the story, the boy didn't want it back. They tossed it out into some pastureland behind their property. A few weeks later the pasture mysteriously caught fire, leaving behind only charred grass.