Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (32 page)

Ghost House

Buda, Texas

I lived in California until I had to move with my family when we couldn't afford our house anymore. We moved to Texas. The new house was old, and very big. I wanted to cry, I hated that house so much. Especially one particular night.

That night, while I was sleeping, I woke up to hearing a baby crying. Unfortunately, we don't have a baby. I got up, half asleep, and ran to tell my parents. They got up and went into the empty room where I heard the crying. They didn't see or hear anything. I went back to bed, scared and shocked.

Then the crying started again. I didn't move. For what felt like an hour the crying didn't stop! I was so tired, suddenly out of nowhere I said, "Shut up!" That was the worst thing I could have done. About 5 seconds later, I heard a woman sobbing. Then she screamed "No! Don't please!" then a shot fired.

I couldn't move. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. Then the baby started crying again. Another shot fired, then silence. I started to cry. I wanted to puke. Then, my door creaked open. I stopped breathing. A lump crawled across the room. It groaned. I screamed and I ran as fast as I could to get out of there.

I ran to my parents room and woke my mother and I told her I'm sleeping here. The next morning I went to my room and found nothing there. I went to the empty room and found nothing also.

I got on the computer and looked up info on the house. As it turns out, this house belonged to a man named Richard and his wife Anna. They had a baby named Richard, Jr. The husband killed both of them and then himself. The wife had managed to crawl out if the other room to the next room down. She died before she could reach the phone. That would have been my room.

Back and Forth...

Lockhart, Texas

Let me start off by saying that this story is 100% true. Nobody believes me when I tell this story, but I promise this is true.

Just about two months after my fifth birthday, my father died. On his birthday the very next year, the two light fixtures in my kitchen fell simultaneously at exactly midnight. This was only the beginning of my haunting.

Not much else happened until I was about eight and my step-dad moved in. Around this time I began to notice shadows moving when there was no light or people to cause them. When I told my mom she brushed it off as me not handling my step-dad moving in well.

It only got worse as the years went by when I began hearing voices, whispers, and footsteps in the dead of night.

The first time my mom left me alone at the house I heard footsteps going up and down the hall! I was all alone and at this time we had no pets.

That very night I woke up to go to the bathroom and as I was walking into the bathroom I heard a deep voice say, "You'd better not." I spun around and saw nothing. I turned on the bathroom light and a shampoo bottle which had been in the tub fell to the floor as if from the ceiling! I ran back to my room terrified and I heard a woman's voice (which was not my mother's) shout, "What are you doing?!" I hid under my covers for the rest of the night.

Also on several occasions my sister's bedroom light would turn on at night when she was at friends' houses. One night when I was asleep I heard whispering in my room and the light turned on by itself. The scariest part of this is that I was watching the light switch turn on by itself.

The scariest of these events just happened about a year ago. For Christmas a few years ago my aunt gave me this amazing clock that would beep and light up when it sensed motion. It would also rock back and forth on its stand. I loved that clock, until about a year ago when the most terrifying experience of my life happened.

One thing you should know about the clock is that it is extremely sensitive and will often beep and light up when the house settles so it's not strange to hear it go off at random times.

Well one night about a year ago I was lying in bed, unable to sleep. I heard my clock go off by itself which I brushed off as the house settling which it did quite often. About a minute after it beeped the first time, it beeped a second time, and then a third. I turned over to face the desk on which the clock was lying and was horrified. The clock kept beeping over and over again as if someone was walking past it over an over again or waving their hand in front of it. I listened in horror as it beeped by itself at least 20 more times. *Beep beep* over and over again in a terrifying melody. Not only beeping, it was rocking back and forth on its stand! I just laid there hypnotized and frozen in fear. Suddenly after about two minutes, it just stopped. I buried my face in my pillow and cried out of fright.

The incidents at my house just keep getting scarier. Almost every night I hear whispering and footsteps outside of my door. I'll be happy when I finally move out in a few years and get away from this horrible place!

Thirsty Ghost

Corpus Christi, Texas

About ten years ago, my mother lived in a very old house that was kind of secluded. We were not sure of the exact age, but it was built before the turn of the century.

This house was two stories, and had a strange layout. On the upper level, there was what looked like a hidden door. One day my sister and I were exploring, and decided to look behind this small door. We found a narrow stairway that looked like it used to go down stairs, but had been closed up.

There was still a remaining portion of the stairway leading up, and we followed it. This was a very weak and unstable set of stairs, which only had eight or so steps. It lead to yet another door, which opened to a long, narrow compartment. This compartment went in a circular pattern around the attic space. There were about three small makeshift doors throughout the compartment. We had no idea what it was for. My mother suggested maybe it was for storage.

This house had always given me the creeps. I felt that something was wrong with it, and with the land on which it sat. The owner had bought the house, for what was owed in taxes, from the city. It had been vacant for some time, and he wanted to rent it out so that kids would quit partying out there.

My mother felt drawn to the house; she said it had a feeling of timelessness. I thought it was just an old, ugly house that needed to be torn down. My mother had made a lot of repairs, which were needed.

While cutting down the high grown weeds in back, my mother and brother found three mounds and what looked like remnants of old wooden crosses. At first, she thought nothing of it, as there were a lot of strange things about this land and the house.

One strange thing was the addition that was added on and never quite finished; it was as if someone built it just to take up space. There were no finishings, only the floor, ceiling, and walls, and no plugs or outlets. This was odd, because you could tell that it was a recent addition, and there were outlets throughout the rest of the house. I never could go into that room. Every time I tried, I couldn't breathe and I felt that something dark was in there. My brother made the room into his hangout room. No matter how much light was in there, it always seemed dark.

My brother suddenly quit going in there, and locked the door. He never said why, he just wouldn't go near there. That was about the time that things got active. There was always a feeling of unease there, along with the toilet that would flush by itself, the faucets that would run without being turned on, and the unidentifiable noises.

One day, my little sister came running inside screaming. After we got her to calm down, all she said was, "She's dead." My brother went to investigate what she was talking about, and outside, not too far from the house, he yelled and kicked something.

When we went outside, we found her cat had been decapitated. We thought that someone had done it to be hateful, but didn't know who would do such a thing.

Later that night, my sister heard a man talking outside her window. She couldn't make out what was said, and when we searched, no one was found.

Then everything seemed quiet for a while. Until one day, while my mother was doing dishes, she heard a little boy. She had heard his voice several times, but never saw him. He would always say, "Momma, I'm thirsty". At first, she thought it was my brother, and would tell him to get a drink. After realizing that no one was there, she finally came to ignore the voice.

On this day, she not only heard him, but also heard the voice of a woman. My mother looked out the kitchen door, and there they stood. A little black boy, and what we think was his mother. He was crying and asking his mother for a drink while she was trying to pull him away, saying to him to be quiet or the master would beat him again.

My mother was a woman who accepted the presence of spirits, so she was not too alarmed by this. She simply said that the boy could come in and have a drink. The woman said, “thank you ma'am,” and they disappeared. That is the only time she has seen them. After that encounter, the faucets quit coming on by themselves. There still was the presence that we can only describe as a hate-filled man.

Shortly after a horrible experience, my mother moved out. About a month after moving, the house fell in. It is not understood why.

I think it was probably vandals. But my mother believed otherwise. She also began to believe that those mounds in the back were graves. Possibly of the little boy and his mother.

When checking around about the property, we learned that the original owner had been a slave owner who had treated his slaves badly. He would force them to go without food or water for long periods of time. This led us to believe, although it is not documented, that the little boy and his mother died due to this man's cruelty. We never did find out who or what killed my sister's cat. I try never to drive down that road where the house stood. I always get an eerie feeling whenever I pass the property.

Three Bridges

Edgewood, Texas

There are so many stories of ghost encounters near or at the Three Bridges. My encounter is near it.
Me and my two friends decided to go walking and it was already pretty late. The reason we did, I don't know? Lucy is a chicken, she was so scared of walking at night. So being the nice guy I am, acted like I saw someone in the woods by the road and they took off running, but stopped about 200 yards ahead of me watching me. I was just standing still looking in the woods, then I jumped back (I was at the edge of the road so when I jumped back I jumped in the trees, and I ran to the edge and came out, deciding joke's over.) So I looked down the road and there were Lucy and Emily walking in the opposite direction. I ran up to them and they stopped and looked at me.

Their eyes, I don't know how to explain what they looked like, if that makes any sense, but what scared me the most was the smiles on their faces. It was not normal, they were demonic looking, and then I heard someone calling my name. I looked behind me to find Lucy and Emily looking in the woods and shouting my name. I looked back and no one was there with me.

To this day I don't know what I saw, but I have never played a trick like that again, and I still feel like I'm being watched every where I go.