Volume 3: Ghost Stories from Texas (Joe Kwon's True Ghost Stories from Around the World) (35 page)

My Doll Shirley

Houston, Texas

When I was a little girl my mother gave me a doll and I named her Shirley. Everything is so clear although it was many years ago.

It was my birthday and we were getting ready to open presents when my mother looked over at my father and nodded. They went to the pantry and pulled out a large box. It was wrapped in white paper and a pink bow. It was about 3 feet tall.

When I opened it there was a doll. She had blue eyes and long, curly blonde hair. She was wearing a blue dress with a white apron. I thanked my mother I went to play with her outside. That is when things went wrong.

I set her on the swing beside me and ran to go get my mother for a photo. When I ran back outside, my mother following, Shirley was at the top of the slide. Confused, I set her back on the swing and acted like everything was normal.

That same night I was laying in bed with Shirley clutched in my arms. I rolled over to drink some water from the glass on my bedside table. When I rolled back over, she was standing at the end of my bed. I didn't even see or feel her move.

I decided to sleep in the guest room that night. Next week my Aunt and her little girl were coming to visit. We were all laughing and talking in the main room. Where I was sitting, I was facing the door. I saw Shirley peer around the corner. I suddenly got worried because my aunts daughter, Faith, was asleep in the main hall. I excused myself and ran to go get her. I saw Shirley sitting across from her, smiling evilly.

As soon as I brought Faith to my aunt, I snatched up the doll. We had a fire going in the front yard and I got an idea.

I ran to the front yard and tossed her in the fire. First her hair caught flame, then her dress, then her. My mother had been watching and asked me what my deal was. I told her the things that happened and she called my father out, sending me inside.

Curious, I watched from the door. It was very distant but I heard my mother say this one thing very clearly, "I told you we shouldn't have gotten that haunted doll from the dead Man’s shop!"

Noises, Voices, Sightings, and Phone Calls

San Antonio, Texas

So we all either believe in ghosts or don't and like to fool with others who do. I did not believe in ghosts until my until one dreadful day.

It was sunny and close to Christmas. Christmas Eve, actually. And I was sitting in my living room watching TV while waiting for the UPS guy to come with my package. My dog was sleeping in my lap and he suddenly jumped up and started barking at the wall.

I walked over to him and said "Sammy, what's wrong?" Even though I knew he could not respond. I looked around and saw nothing. So I picked him up and took him back to the couch with me.

We sat there for about 30 minutes when I got a phone call. I was 13 at the time , so I rarely called anyone or received calls. So this was weird. I picked up my cell phone and looked at the caller ID. It said 'UNKNOWN'. I answered the call just in case it was one of my friends trying to pull
a prank on me.

When I answered all I heard was static. Then silence. Then static again. Then I heard a weird, scratchy, male voice on the phone. He sounded distant. Then I heard a high female voice with him. The conversation went like this:
"Oh God no!! Please don't kill me!!"

"Too late woman! You crossed the line! I told you to leave me alone!"

"I'm sorry! I'll go! I'll never come back! Just please don't kill me!"

Then I heard something that sounded like two knives against each other. I heard the woman scream and heels scratching against wood, like she was trying to run away which I imagine she was. Then, as if I hadn't heard enough, there was a gunshot and another scream, which turned into a moan, then a gurgle, then silence. I was about to hang up when I heard the man again.

Except he was closer. Like he was actually holding and talking into the phone. What I heard next chilled me to my very core. He said "Hey there. You like the show? Guess what. You get an encore. You're next." Then the line cut off.

I pressed the end button with a shaking hand. I sat there and tried to shake it off. Easier said than done. I eventually got over it.

After a couple of hours of TV and music I started to hear some strange noises throughout the house.

First I heard scratching and it was not my dog. Second I heard heavy footsteps coming from the second floor. Third I heard banging. Like someone was trying desperately to escape from a room. We do not own a basement but we do have an attic.

Everything was coming from the small door we have in the back of the closet that leads to the attic. I have always been afraid of that door. I never had a good feeling when it came to that door.

I slowly approached it and then I got a cold feeling. Like something went through me. The temperature suddenly dropped and I could see my breath. Then I heard a voice just above a whisper. It called me by name. Once, twice, three times. Then it told me to go away and leave it alone.

So I went back downstairs and sat down with my dog. He sat there next to me growling non-stop for two hours. I have been scared ever since.

From 3-6 every day I hear the same noises and my dog still growls. I am now a full believer.

This is a completely and utterly true story.

Back From Iraq

Censored, Texas

I am a 21 year old female and live in a small town in Texas. My fiancé was in the Army and had been for three years. He was on his last tour in Iraq and every chance he had he would call.

One day he called and said he couldn't talk long but wanted to tell me he loved me and always would. Not three hours later I got the heartbreaking call. He had been killed in a mission yesterday, his friend told me. I wondered how this could be when I talked to him just a few hours ago.

For the next couple of months I stayed at home miserable and when I finally decided to get out of the house while driving in my car the radio turned off in the middle of one of my favorite songs which he would always do just to irritate me, only this time it just relieved me it made me realize even though I couldn't see him he was still with me.
jIt still happens to this day, almost two years later, and every time it brings a smile to my face. And if I change the background on my phone it somehow always changes back to a picture of me and him. I just laugh and tell him he is stubborn.

As for the call I know it happened no matter who believes me. I know he was calling to say his last goodbye and to make sure I knew he loved me.

The Girl In Red

Bridgeport, Texas

It was my friend Kelsie's birthday. We were all sitting, laughing and messing around.

All of the sudden we heard this high pitch scream coming from the forest from our left. At first we thought it was her family messing with us because her dad loves to play jokes on us so we ignored it.

After an hour, my friend Duiwn got up super fast and ran to the house screaming! We chased after him and asked him what was wrong. He told us that he was drinking his Dr. Pepper and he heard this girl say his name. (I don't know how to even say his name so I call him dippy) So we looked at each other and laughed at him.

We decided to stay inside because the mosquitoes were biting badly. So, we started playing hide and seek and I felt someone push me in the back. I turned around and saw this girl in red run around the corner of the living room to the basement. It then dawned on me that no one was wearing red. Being curious, I followed her. As I came around the corner Kelsie was opening the basement door.

I asked her if she saw a girl in red. With a puzzled face, she said no and ran down the stairs, I followed. As we got to the bottom, we both heard a small bang behind us. We turned around and saw a shadow go to our right to the back corner of the basement behind the junk she has down there.

As we went over to look to see if it was one of our friends; we saw her. She was crouched down looking at us. The girl in red said, “Shh, we have to hide.” Then she vanished. We both ran out screaming our butts off!

To this day we still don't know who she is, but it was scary!

Death Walk

Monahans, Texas

This sighting happened one afternoon during the summer of 1980 when I was ten years old. I was alone at home working on my bicycle in the garage. My Dad would be home from work any minute so he was the next person I expected to see.

I caught a movement in the corner of my eye as I was looking down at the broken chain on my bike, and I immediately looked up. It was my Dad walking past the entrance to the garage. He was wearing his usual work attire consisting of blue jeans and a western-style shirt.

I greeted him excitedly with, "Hi, Dad!"

To my surprise and bewilderment, he did not respond. In fact, the expression on his face was blank, as if he were completely oblivious to anything going on around him.

His expression was utterly and completely drained of any sign of awareness of what was going on. He looked straight ahead and continued walking.

I was five feet from him and had no doubt that he heard me, so I was very puzzled at his lack of reaction. I stepped out of the garage to follow him. As soon as I stepped out of the garage he vanished.

Confused more than ever, I began frantically searching for him (as if there were somewhere to hide--which there wasn't). I was in denial and shock that something like this could really happen. While I stood there in bewilderment, my Dad arrived in his truck and I asked him if he had just been there. He could see I was upset and he told me that he had not been there and that, since the person vanished in front of me, it must have been a ghost.

The next summer I found a hammer buried in the dirt a few feet from where the ghost disappeared. The name carved on the wooden handle of the hammer was 'PAW'. I asked my Dad who P.A.W. was, thinking these were initials for someone's name. My Dad then told me about my great-grandfather that everyone called Paw. Dad said the hammer must have belonged to him and must be very old because Paw died back in the 50's.

Paw was quite deaf and sometimes very confused in his old age. He was killed tragically one afternoon while walking into town. He was hit from behind by a train on the tracks that run across the end of our property... directly in line with where I saw the ghost heading.