Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (31 page)

The Girl in my Hallway

Houston, Texas

It was Christmas day. As a matter of fact, around 3a.m. As most kids do, I was sneaking out of my room to look under the tree, in hopes that Santa Clause had brought me what I wanted that year. My house had a completely straight hallway that led into the living room. My room was at the very end of the hallway.

I carefully and as quietly as I could, walked out of my room. From right outside my bedroom door I could see someone run from our Christmas tree into the kitchen which was right off the living room. I specifically remember seeing brown hair whip around the corner so I was sure it was a girl.

At the time, I figured it was my little sister who was also checking her presents, and thought it was our parents, so she ran and hid. That was, until something else happened.

It was about two years until I had another sighting. It was about the same time (3 a.m.). I was extremely sick with the flu and couldn't go to sleep whatsoever, so I was wide awake. I left my room and went down the hallway toward the bathroom, being quiet hoping not to wake anyone up.

There was a small laundry chute that had once led into the laundry room, but after remodeling our house it now just led into a wall. I was about two feet from the chute when, as nonchalantly as anything...

A girl glided through my wall and halted right in front of where I was standing. She cocked her head in an inhuman position and looked at me.

I could tell her eyes were staring into mine, but it was as if she was looking right through me. I was petrified.

I tried to scream but it was like the saying says, "cat got your tongue?" Then as if I wasn't even there, she proceeded into the laundry chute, floating directly through the wall.

I was traumatized after that occurrence, so I convinced my parents to get a priest to come and perform an exorcism on our house. The priest came and did the routine. I was hiding in my room, half expecting an explosion of some sort. But nothing happened. My parents as well as the priest were convinced I had had a dream or pulled a prank, but I knew.

That night I was awoke by distraught noises. A girl's scream for sure. It was like the sound of a cat being stretched and pulled causing it to wail and hiss altogether. I've never since heard a sound so horrifying.

The noise was followed by a barrage of flying objects and crashes which never resulted in broken objects. My door creaked open. I sunk into my bed. I began to cry hysterically and curled up into a ball.

When the hallway was fully visible, a pair of red, demonic-like eyes seemed to float into my room. It drifted into the far wall and disappeared.

That was about a month ago. Ever since then I have had strange experiences with the paranormal. Just yesterday I opened my closet door and saw a little girl hanging from the clothes rack, with her eyes gouged out. I'm completely terrified, I'm not sure what to do. As far as I know, no one else in our house has seen these apparitions. I can't sleep at night and nobody will believe me.

The ghost has yet to pose a threat but I'm finding it very difficult to live in this house.

The Bloody Little Boy

Wimberly, Texas

If you've read my story "Back and Forth..." you know about the horrible things that go on at my house. This event, however, takes place at my friend Frank's house.

It was late May and Frank was throwing a big party to celebrate the end of the school year at his house in Wimberly. Everybody was having a great time at the party enjoying the beginning of summer. At about 11:30 p.m., Frank sent everybody home except me and a few of his closest friends. We were up until 3:00 when we passed out. Everybody was asleep in the living room except me and frank who fell asleep while we were talking in his room.

I'm not sure what time I woke up but I'm guessing it was around 4:30. I looked around the room trying to remember where I was. In the midst of the darkness there was a bright white light. It was blindingly bright. When my eyes finally adjusted I was able to see that the light was coming from Frank's dresser. I leaned forward to get a better look at whatever was causing the light. I will never forget what I saw.

The light was coming from a picture frame. In the frame was the photo of a young boy with ink black hair. What surprised me most about this picture was his skin. It was an amazingly pale shade of white. I would say he was albino but that was impossible considering the color of his hair. Then I looked at his eyes. They were completely black! The photo was beginning to scare me. That's when I noticed his mouth. It was wide open like he was screaming and his teeth...they were covered in blood!

By then I was so scared that I laid back down on the floor and closed my eyes, refusing to open them until morning came. As soon as the sun came up, I woke up Frank.

"Frank, what is wrong with you?! You sick freak!" I screamed at him.

"What are you talking about?" he yawned back at me.

"Why do you have a horrible picture of a bloody albino boy on your dresser?" I asked.

"What?" He looked at me like I was a lunatic.

At this point my friend Alex walked in. "What are you yelling about?" he asked.

"Frank has a disgusting picture of a bloody albino boy on his dresser! Look!" I pointed to the picture frame and was shocked. The frame now contained a picture of Frank's dog.

Nobody believed my story about the changing photo. They all told me it was just a dream. As the day went on and rational thinking set in I began to believe them. By the time I got home I was laughing at myself for being so stupid.

Later that night I was brushing my teeth getting ready for bed. I opened the medicine cabinet to put the toothpaste away and when I closed it and looked into the mirror, in true cliché fashion, I saw the bloody little boy standing behind me. I nearly chucked on my toothbrush. I stared in the mirror for what seemed like an eternity. Then he spoke to me.

"I found you" he said to me. His voice was indescribable. Every word sent chills down my spine. As he said the last word I finally found the strength to spin around. Of course when I did he was no longer there. A feeling if dread and nausea overwhelmed me. After throwing up, I went to my bed and laid down still trying to understand what just happened. I still don't believe it.

The image of that boy will always haunt me and I feel sick every time I think about him. I've been debating over the past few months on whether or not to post this and finally decided to. I hope you've enjoyed my story.

The Wal-Mart Ghost

Spring, Texas

I went to our local Wal-Mart located on Louetta and I45N in Spring, Texas, to do my weekly shopping. I went to the aisle which has facial tissue, and saw a lot of boxes off the shelf and on the floor. I would say approximately 100 boxes.

I thought to myself, some little kid wiped off the shelves while shopping with their mother. I approached the shelf to reach and get two boxes of tissues when I felt something hit my right leg. I thought the stockers didn't stock the shelves correctly and they were falling off the shelf.

I left that aisle and told Julia, my exchange student from Germany, to wait by the children's department so I could run down the other aisle for laundry soap, bleach, and fabric softener.

As I was coming out of that aisle I could hear something falling on the floor. I looked and it was the tissue aisle again; however it wasn't children pushing them off... I saw an arm which looked like it was coming from behind the shelf make one hard push and lots of boxes of tissues came off the shelf.

Another box began to spin in circles for about 20 seconds, several other boxes were flying off the shelf too. I stood in awe.

Another customer was about 5 feet behind me, and he saw the same thing. I asked him are you seeing what I am seeing? An older lady came out from the infant department and was looking that way, and all three of us stood and looked in amazement.

I called for Julia to see what I was seeing, but by the time she reached it stopped. I told her about it and about the arm, and I looked in the aisle next to it thinking there has to be a reasonable explanation, like someone reached through the other side and pushed them off.

What I saw was a metal backing to the shelf which proved to me that no one could put their hand through from the other side. I told the checkout girl who said that's scary.

When I got home I told my husband, and he told me I should call Wal-Mart and report it. I called and spoke with the assistant manager Jim and told him I was hoping he didn't think I was crazy. He told me they were wondering what happened in that aisle. I asked if they had cameras, he said yes. I asked him if he could view that aisle, he said yes and I asked if I could call to find out the results. He told me to call the next evening. When I did, he said the home office had taken the tape and told him not to talk further about it. He couldn't tell me what was on the tape.

Demon With My Face

Abilene, Texas

My story begins two years back on a chilly December night. I was hosting my annual "Cookies and Caroling" party, and the party was finally dwindling down to an end. Early parents were arriving, and only five guests were left along with my cousin, Hilda.

We were all gathered in my room telling ghost stories with all the lights out, and only a flashlight to illuminate our faces. If you live in Texas as I do, you know it never gets below zero most the time and you only need a light jacket to go outside in the winter... it was one of those nights. Bailey and Kyleigh, two of my very close friends, were getting quite restless after a few stories and were ready to do something else.

Bailey announced she was going outside. I reminded her as she walked out not to forget her jacket. Kyleigh and Hilda tagged along, grabbing their jackets as well.

Kristian and Brooke, two of my best friends in the whole world, and myself were still sprawled on the bed, Kristian holding the flashlight and a book in my lap.

About five minutes later I heard screaming, a door slamming, and my mom saying, "Quiet down!"

Bailey, Kyleigh, and Hilda pushed through my doorway gasping. Then they saw me and their mouths dropped open really, really wide.

"But you, you, you.. were outside, but you're not and..." they all stammered.

"Tell me the story," was all I had to say, and they started to spill. This is what they said:

They were walking outside when they swear they saw me in the corner of my yard (I had a big yard so it was hard to see from one corner to the other when it's dark). They said it was crouching and "my" long hair was covering "my" face.

Bailey asked, "You okay, Maddy?" Of course it didn't answer. Then they all started calling out my name.

When it didn't answer again, Kyleigh said, "That's not Maddy." Then they ran in.

I know this story is true, because later after everyone was gone, Kristian, Brooke, and I went back outside and sat on the swing set. After only a few minutes we heard footsteps. We turned around and there this thing was, smiling. Yes it did look like me, only with black skin and bright red eyes. We, too, screamed and ran for our lives into my house.