Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (36 page)

Something in the House

Seadrift, Texas

I grew up in a two-story Victorian-style home. The house is roughly 150 years old and ever since I can remember there have been weird things happening in the house.

This is my brother's story of his first-hand experience with the "thing" in his room. My brother is one year older than me, and was diagnosed with autism as a kid.

This happened around four years ago. My mom and dad separated and my dad kept the house. My brother, on occasion, would stay at his house. One night my brother had stayed up pretty late (around 2:00-ish), messing with his computer. He normally stays up this late. When he was getting ready for bed and laid down he heard what sounded like breathing, around the area where the closet is.

I need to add in here that the house was in major need of remodeling. The closet in my brother's room had a huge hole in the sheet rock and it led to an unfinished bathroom. Everything collected dust and spider webs in that bathroom, and as kids we weren't allowed in there. The floor was rotten in some places. But back to the story.

The breathing scared him. His first reaction was to cover himself with the thin sheet he had on the bed. He described the breathing as "heavy, like someone with a bad cold." He told me that he pulled the blanket hard over his head, thinking that maybe that would somehow protect him. He listened to the breathing move closer to the bed. Then he saw the outline of a tall, thin figure. The closer the thing got to the bed, the faster and louder the breathing became.

My brother was terrified, he held on to the sheet for dear life. That must have alerted the thing because within a second a long, bony hand became more visible to my brother. He said it happened in slow motion, like how you can watch an accident and it seems like eternity. He describe these abnormally long, bony fingers reach for his head! The thing was trying to reach under the sheet to get his head! The hand was jerking wildly trying to get underneath the thin sheet.

My brother was trying frantically to guard himself, while sobbing! He didn't want to die. With all is might he tried, but it wasn't enough. It got its hand underneath! He passed out right when the thing reached the back of his neck! He told me about it, along with the rest of my family the next day. He says he didn't know what happened after that.

Unfortunately, for months after that he wasn't able to sleep at night. He slept during the day and stayed awake all night. It even got to the point where he slept in the car. My brother was 21 or 22 when that happened. He has never been the type to get scared over every little noise. Something happened to him that night and all of us (my entire family) are afraid of it. Sorry for the long story, I just want to know if anyone else has experienced something like that.

Don't Let It Get You

La Port, Texas

Well this story happened to me when I was visiting my grandma and family in Robstown, Texas which is on the out skirts of Corpus.

So here is my story. We were having a BBQ and I was asked to go down the street to my aunt's house to get the paper plates and silver wear and stuff. All I had to walk is down the street, and four houses later I'm at my aunts.

I unlocked the door and proceeded inside her home and as I was in the kitchen I heard the front door slam and lock. I froze where I stood and then I heard the ugliest growl and gurgling voice say, "Don't bother running 'cause I'm hungry and you're gonna die tonight."

After I heard that I wanted to scream and cry and run out the house but what ever it was, was in the living room so I ran straight to my aunt's room and hid on top of her bed under the covers.

Please don't judge, I was freaking out hard and at the time it sounded like a good idea. The blanket on her bed was huge and fluffy and would allow me to hide well.

As I hid on the bed I heard the door to her room open slowly and could hear something or someone walking around the room and then it left.

I knew I had to make a run for it. I got out of bed slowly and as quiet as I could, but the thing heard me and I could hear it running back towards the room I was in.

I had no other choice so I ran into her small closet and hid there. As I sat on the floor holding the door knob for dear life I could see it entering the room. I kept saying, "Please leave, please leave, please leave," but of course it stopped in front of the closet door. My heart was pounding and I thought I was going to loose it. It grabbed the door and I played tug of war for my life but I guess it thought the door was locked cause it stopped and ran out of the room.

So as I sat there I was thinking, "Why hasn't anyone come to find me?" It doesn't take very long to get the stuff for the BBQ. I decided I couldn't wait any longer because what if they come and it's too late and I'm already dead? All kinds of crazy stuff was going through my head, and I just snapped and decided to make a run for it. If it got me, I'd fight, and if I died, at least I died fighting.

So I said forget it and dashed out of the closet, ran out of the room and through the kitchen. I could see the door and I could hear little footsteps chasing after me not like an adult's footsteps but more like a child and I really wanted to turn my head around to see what it was that was chasing me but I knew I had to get out. I pushed against the front door, unlocked it and ran out! I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes and the excitement of being free and feeling safe overcame me and I thought I was in a safe zone cause I was two houses away from the BBQ. I could see and hear my family and music and people talking. I stopped running and turned and looked at my aunt's house and there on the front porch with the door open wide and the living room lights shining bright I saw as clear as day what wanted to kill me.

It was a small troll looking thing with greasy, dangling long hair and yellow eyes and its face was so ugly and oddly shaped. The most prevalent thing I remembered was its teeth, because it was smiling at me. I saw the top and bottom rows of nasty sharp teeth. Its body was almost deformed looking. As I turned to start running again I heard it say, "You will be back and I'll get you one way or another."

As I stepped into my grandma's home I ran straight up to the room I was staying in. My husband came in shortly after and I broke down crying telling him everything and he said something that shocked me. He said that he had seen it too, but earlier that day. It was staring through the window when we drove by her house when we went to the store, but he didn't think too much of it because he thought it was the sun playing tricks on his eyes.

My Dead Son

Austin, Texas

My wife and I had three boys and two girls. My oldest is 16, then two 13 year-olds, one 10, and the youngest 8. We just moved into a new house because our 10 year old was very sick, and he needed to be closer to the hospital.

A month after we moved in our young 10 year old passed away (he had cancer). My family was in tears for months.

A year after he passed, I was walking by all of my kids' rooms to make sure they were asleep. I walked by Brendan's room (he was the son that had passed), and I looked inside, pretending he was still in there sleeping. A light turned on and I heard Brendan calling for me. All he said was, "Daddy, where are you?" Not believing this, I assumed it was my 8 year old calling me from down the hall, so I walked over but he was fast asleep.

"Strange," I whispered to myself and walked past Brendan's room, but the light was off. I took it as my mind playing tricks on me and went to bed.

Next week, same day, same time, I was walking up the stairs when I saw Brendan standing there with his arms out as if he wanted a hug. I cried and said, "Come here, give Dad a hug." He didn't move. I put my arms down and walked up to where he was, but by the time I got there he disappeared.

I told my wife and she told me that I was still upset and didn't want to accept that Brendan was gone.

I fell asleep, and that night my bedroom door opened and I heard footsteps coming down into my room. I sat up but nothing was there.

Two years went by from this happening, so I finally convinced my wife that we should move because this house had too many bad memories.

So we all got packed up and we put all the boxes in the moving truck. My family took the car so we didn't have to sit in a moving truck, and as I looked outside the car window to say goodbye to our house, I saw Brendan in the window, hands on the glass, and he had tears rolling down his cheeks.

I blew a kiss and we drove away.

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