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The Baby, The Large Lady, And The Bad Feeling

 

Not sure how to start... I am a lady in her fifties with no supernatural/paranormal talents. I have been reading stories on this site for a couple years, so I thought it might be time for me to do my part and put my story out there for others to think and wonder about. I haven't done it sooner because the length, but here goes.

My husband and I moved to El Paso, Texas in fall of 1998, along with our two year old daughter and three year old son. We first moved into a rental home. I only mention it because of the bad vibes there. The previous owners were drug cartel members who kept Rottweilers and were hauled off by men in black suits according to the neighbors. The house had broken doorframes on the front door and master bedroom, and other damage throughout that someone searching would do so we have no reason to doubt the neighbors.

The front bedroom was the smallest, and had the worst vibes. Our daughter never slept there a night if she could avoid it. She just waited until we were asleep and crawled in with us. We stayed there only six months, but other than general creepiness and ugly feelings nothing happened there.

We moved to our present home in spring of 1999. It was built in the 1920's, is a two story stone house with three bedrooms upstairs, living room, dining room, kitchen on the main floor, and a full basement. It is on a large corner lot with an unusual amount of trees and shrubs for the desert, and others have told me they think it is spooky.

The first odd thing we noticed was a large black and white photo of a baby boy, maybe 12 to 18 months old, blown up to almost poster size, hung in the smallest upstairs bedroom. It is so large it is blurry. You cannot help but think they would have taken a better picture if the child were alive. It is expensively framed and looks to be from the early 60's or even 50's. Couldn't leave that there - kind of afraid to throw it out - so I ended up putting behind the headboard of the bed in the master and kept unpacking.

Being the smallest bedroom, the picture room fell to the smallest child, but this was never a problem. From the very first night on, the daughter slept in her own bed and didn't bother us unless she had a bad dream or tummyache or some-such. We chalked it up to the bad vibes in the rental being gone, but we were very surprised at the sudden change.

My husband and I did not sleep so soundly. Three times in the first two months we went to bed only to hear a huge crash downstairs as soon as our heads hit the pillow. It sounded like a cement block crashing through the front window onto the hardwood floor. We would rush downstairs and find - nothing. No broken glass, no large object, nothing at all. We rationalized things like maybe all those VCR tapes the kids had out had fallen from an end table, but I really thought they were on the floor anyway and there wasn't something to blame it on the second or third time. Seems like something that sounds like breaking glass and a boulder crashing onto bare wood would be pretty easy to spot anyway. We chalked it up to 'something' or 'that was weird'.

About two months after we moved in, the hubby and I finally moved the last three or four large furniture objects to the floors they needed to be on and we were exhausted. When my head hit the pillow and I heard that crash I still sat up, but Hubby didn't. I looked at him and said "I'm not going." He grunted affirmative, and we went to sleep. We never heard another one of those crashes again. However, I would never stay down on the main floor at night alone. I had a creepy uncomfortable, unsafe feeling, only at night. I assumed I was wimpy and just went upstairs to read or something early if Hubby was away on business.

About a year later, I woke up one night to a child's voice softly calling "mamama, mamama" from outside the master bedroom. My son used to give mama an extra ma so I assumed it was one of the kids, probably him. I dragged myself up and out into the hall (more of a large landing) between the bedrooms. I was facing the bathroom, which had a kid's bedroom to either side and stairs to my right. I paused for the next "mamama" to figure which way to go. It came from the stairs. I stopped dead and listened, straining to wake up as fast as possible, wondering what the little bugger was up and roaming around for. It came from further, like the downstairs hall. Then the kitchen, and finally it sounded like it was in the back yard (I did not hear a door). We have an open window downstairs because we had an evaporative cooler at that time, not central air. That is how I knew it was the back yard.

I was just standing in the hall in shock, until I shook it off and took a couple of steps into the boy's room - he was sound asleep, ran a couple steps back to the girls room - SHE was sound asleep, and then I hauled back to my own bed and smashed up against Hubby with my eyes bugged out and hid up under the covers. I did not tell him what happened. I was too shocked. I DID NOT like it that the ghost used mamama like my kids. To me it meant it was watching us.

About a year after that (it was probably around 2001 or 2002), we were at my mother-in-law's house sitting around on the front porch one night and some of the family started telling ghost stories. Supposed to be true ones. So I got brave and told my mamama story; this was the first time I had ever told a soul. To my surprise, my husband said that he had SEEN the baby. He said that since we had moved to the house there were nights when he would wake up and see a baby at the foot of the bed watching. He has bad eyesight and without his glasses he assumed it was our daughter, so he would tell her to come up into the bed, but she would turn and go back to her own room. He had recently realized that this baby may have been the same size as the daughter when we first moved in, but now she was much taller - kids grow three or four inches a year at that age. Our son was always much larger than that, so Hubby had recently concluded that this was not our kid that he was seeing! Our daughter said it wasn't her, she always climbed in bed if she came over to us. I believer her, though she was only three.

My mother-in-law kindly sent me home with a Gatorade bottle full of holy water (Hispanic Catholics are prepared for the supernatural) and the next day I went around the house and blessed everything. Doors, windows, closets, open spaces, EVERYTHING. I prayed especially long in my daughter's bedroom where we found the photo. I talked to the baby and told it to call its mom, dad, or grandparents, and I talked to God and asked him to send loved ones to get the baby, or angels if need be.

We never saw or heard the baby again. Seeing as I had only heard it once, and that was at least a year before, you could say that nothing happened, except that I immediately noticed that I wasn't afraid to be alone on the main floor at night anymore. Now I was terrified of the first corner of the stairs.

Our stairs had three triangle steps creating a 90 degree curve at the very bottom. At night I was terrified to turn my back at that corner and go upstairs. I would run like mad up that first flight after I turned the corner (remember I was 40ish at the time - this was just silly). The corner itself didn't scare me, it was just having my back to it. I ended up getting the holy water back out (Gatorade is a pretty big bottle - I still had a lot) and blessing that corner and putting a religious statue and a decorative plate showing the life of Christ nearby and blessing those just to be safe. The fear was much less but iffy for a while, then it faded completely away like it just left or slowly wore away.

About six months or so after that the weirdest thing of all happened. We had left the kids at one of the sister-in-law's for a sleepover with the cousins, so we were alone in the house that night. I woke up and it was morning. Sun was up and bright. Hubby was not in bed, so I thought that maybe he went to sleep downstairs. It was May and pretty warm already (can get up into the 90's or even higher in the desert in May) and we didn't have the cooler working yet.

I wasn't worried until I got out of the bathroom, then I suddenly had the most horrible feeling that Hubby was downstairs dead on the floor and that I should go check on him immediately. I didn't; I shook it off and climbed back on the bed and lay down. Well it shook. Like shake-a-shake-a-shake. I sat up, and it did it again. Shake-a-shake-a-shake, I looked at the ceiling fan to see if it was an earthquake, and at everything in the room to see if anything was swaying like an earthquake and nothing was moving, but the bed shook again, shake-a-shake-a-shake. I leaned off around the bed to see if anyone was doing it and hiding, and nothing (Hubby wouldn't fit under it, trust me). Then I heard Hubby cough downstairs. Immediately the shaking stopped and the horrible 'Hubby is dead' feeling left. I went back to sleep, believe it or not. When you have your first night without the kids since they were born you do that.

I went downstairs an hour or two later and was making coffee in the kitchen when Hubby called me from the living room. He wanted to know why I had come downstairs earlier and gone out to the back yard. He had heard me come down the stairs and even heard the back door open and close.

We have a theory about this - that Hubby may have really been having trouble breathing. He has sleep apnea, and can stop breathing for long periods of time. Maybe the ghost was genuinely concerned.

Notice that the mamama voice went down the stairs and out to the backyard and now the bed shaker did the same thing.

That was the last really unexplainable thing that has happened in the house, and it was over 10 years ago. Recently we did some painting/fixing up in the kitchen that may have triggered a dream visit this past summer, 2015.

I was taking a nap, and in the dream I was in the living room when I heard a key in the front door lock, and the door opened. A very tall (around six foot?) lady came in, a little heavy but not terribly overweight. Her clothes reminded me of how my mother dressed in 60's, even the hair was a variation of what we kids called 'helmet head', popular with ladies back then. I did not know her. I would guess her age to be thirtyish. I was shocked and ran screaming up to her, telling her to get out of my house. She completely ignored me, gazing around over my head (I am not much over five foot). She looked around slowly and walked through the house, not in any rush. I ran circles around her like a mad hen, threatening her to get out. I felt strongly that inside she was empty, hollow, devastated, in an emotional dead space past pain and grief.

It didn't really register with me because I was focused on getting her out of my house, but I felt it. She walked through the house to the back door and went outside to the yard. In the dream I was trying to wake up because I was so upset, but no luck. I found a cell phone in the kitchen, and I called the cops, all the while looking out the window at the woman, who was just standing in the yard. A cop came and I showed him out back. He got her attention and spoke to her. He wasn't threatening her at all, just talking, but she looked at him, pulled out a pistol and shot him dead! I was still watching from the kitchen window, shrieking hysterically to police on the phone. Another cop was coming over the back wall when I woke up.

I almost never dream, and my nightmares are either dinosaur attacks or being naked in public. I can't but help thinking this was a message. This is my house (I have a key). I choose to ignore you (I treat you like a ghost). I want to be left alone (killed the cop).

That is our haunting; I am pretty sure the dream is part of it. Not the scariest ghost story, but that is because it happened over several years' time. If it all happened in a week or a month we may well have moved. Hubby has not had any additional experiences. My kids are 19 and 21 years old now and neither ever had an experience.

Most importantly, the house is too big for us now. What do I do with that giant baby portrait if we sell the house? I moved it to the back of a closet in the basement a few years ago, but I still have it. I really want to throw it out, but the other family members think that would be asking for trouble.

Thanks for reading, I would love your opinion!

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Macknorton (5 stories) (533 posts)
 
7 months ago (2017-05-22)
Nothing to be embarrassed about in your narration as far I can see - in fact I re-read your story after your post and thoroughly enjoyed it all over again! Thanks for coming back! 😊

Regards

Mack
RedRaven5 (1 stories) (2 posts)
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7 months ago (2017-05-22)
I would like to apologize for never answering these very thoughtful and helpful responses. After I submitted this I was stricken with such a fit of embarrassment that I didn't log in or even look at the site for 6 months.

I am not normally so shy as that, but ghost stories are so very personal that even though I know this is a safe place to talk about them, I felt extremely exposed.

I am really very sorry, I know it was rude of me.

I still have the little boy's picture, and everything in the house has remained quiet this past year. For disposing of the picture, I like the funeral idea the best; I never would have thought of that myself. Thank you ladydarke.

Macknorton, if you are still interested, I am pretty sure the dinosaur dreams are about fighting an impossibly strong foe - feelings of inadequacy, that sort of thing.

Thank you, and my apologies again.
Clarence (1 stories) (23 posts)
 
2 years ago (2016-04-18)
I had an intense feeling of dread come over me as I was reading the part about your dream. Maybe I'm an empath or it was just well written. Either way, thanks for sharing. The entire thing was quite an intriguing read.
Neha31 (1 stories) (5 posts)
 
2 years ago (2016-04-05)
Hello RedRaven51,
I have a suggestion for you to get rid of the baby portrait. There usually are collectors that gather paranormal stuff for maybe research purposes. Why not use the internet to find such a person and give away the baby photo? That way you would neither have to sell it nor have to deal with throwing it away...
chapulin1234 (guest)
 
2 years ago (2016-03-28)
RedRaven5,

Interesting story, as per the dream, perhaps was a Deja-vu from the past, I don't think she was treating you, especially since you have been living there for years now, if anything perhaps she didn't like the change in the kitchen, 😳,
All the best.
Macknorton (5 stories) (533 posts)
 
2 years ago (2016-03-25)
Hi Redraven5. Thanks for posting your experiences. Like others here, I thoroughly enjoyed the read.
I can't really add anything new that people haven't already theorised about, other than I found your comment about your dreams are often " dinosaur attacks or being naked in public" intriguing. I have lots of very vivid and random dreams but never about dinosaurs!
Do you mind if I ask your opinions on what those dreams represent?

Cheers
Mack
AugustaM (2 stories) (429 posts)
 
2 years ago (2016-03-25)
Wow what a story! Very well written and quite eerie enough to give me chills!

I can identify with a lot of the feelings you related - anxiety over turning your back on the stairs or staying downstairs alone at night etc...

I agree with previous commentors that it seems like the tall woman is the child's mother. I am just aching to know what happened in that house! Have you considered going to the library and checking old local newspapers for the 60s? Tax and property records could give you names to research.

Something had to have happened... And I agree with the others that the stairs and back yard have to be significant. I get the feeling that every experience you've had is a part of the puzzle and the way it comes together in my head, it starts to look like an abduction. The way I see it, the tall woman (from the dream) or perhaps she was away and the person who was supposed to be looking after the child (in the dream, you saw her coming into the house devastated and looking around the house) was upstairs likely in bed when it happened probably asleep... It was the 60s, maybe drugs were involved making them quite asleep indeed (recall the morning when you were so luxuriously able to sleep in and the bed started shaking and you felt like something was wrong downstairs). I think an intruder came in through the back door, perhaps they paused for a time listening for movement at that first bend in the stairs (where you felt uneasy, the spot that made you want to go rushing upstairs), went up, took the child from their bedroom (the small one where you found the picture), and left the same way they came in... Maybe the child called for its mother as it was taken and, sleeping, she thought it was just part of her dream. I just get the feeling that it wasn't the mother at home when all this happened but a babysitter - and that she was in the upstairs master bedroom doing something irresponsible like making out with a boyfriend, smoking weed or taking a nap when it happened. I think when she finally went to check the baby, it was long gone and she called the police. The police contacted the mother and the mother came home feeling hollow and devastated. Perhaps the police got nowhere with the investigation and the ensuing feelings of anger, grief and frustration led to the manifestation of the final scene in your dream where she shot the police officer - maybe she actually did it or maybe just dreamed of doing it over and over out of desperation and anger at getting no answers.

Ok, I've managed to really go on and on with this but... Once I started writing and the pieces started coming together, I just couldn't stop... I hope it was coherent enough to follow... Anyway, let us know if you do any research - all my musings and wild conjecture aside - it would be truly fascinating to learn what really happened!
ladydarke (100 posts)
+1
2 years ago (2016-03-24)
RedRaven5,

I forgot to mention about the picture frame when I recommended cremating the portrait. I don't think that you should burn it because 1) it's probably varnished or otherwise treated and you don't need to breath in chemicals and 2) I doubt you have the facility for melting glass anyway and it's not like that would scatter.

The cremation is just for the picture. As far as the frame is concerned... You know how Western culture once had and some Eastern cultures still do have a tradition where the family undresses, washes and otherwise prepares the body for funerary rites? I apologize if this is a morbid reference, but it seems the best one to make. I think you should remove the picture from the frame in much the same way, doing so with a bit of ceremony as well as care and respect. The important part is to make clear your intent through both words and actions: that this is a separation of the portrait from its dressing. Run water over the frame, which will remove any lingering energies. Then break it up.

Although the frame is expensive, I think you should break it and discard it the trash rather than find it a new home. At this point, it will have been stripped of relevance but even so you don't want to allow any temptation or possibility for any entities/energies to find their way back to the frame. Breaking it up closes that door. Mostly what happens is when you establish your clear intent of separating the frame, you strip it of any relevance and make it okay to chuck it in the regular trash.

Cheers
cosmogal926 (9 stories) (1223 posts)
+1
2 years ago (2016-03-23)
Hello RedRaven5, I really enjoyed reading your experiences I have to say they gave me enough of a chill to raise a couple of hairs on my arms. 😨 I agree with ladydarke and believe the woman was the child's mother and somehow the child passed away in the yard. Your dream gave me the impression that the woman is going to continue on this loop. I would say she is residual because as you explained she looked over you, around you and went about her business, the only time she showed interaction was with the cop in your dream. I believe the spirit of the child was intelligent and tried to communicate to both you and your husband. I'm glad the Gatorade bottle of Holy Water and prayers helped. LOL! I had to laugh at that because as my ghost hunting buddies know I bring holy water with me on our hunts and bless us before we enter. They make fun of me but... Hey my motto is No demons allowed. 😉 😆 Thank you for sharing this with us and take care.
ladydarke (100 posts)
+3
2 years ago (2016-03-23)
RedRaven5,

Thank you for sharing your experience. It has a highly intriguing read. You told it very well and you're an excellent writer.

I think you handled your spooky experiences effectively and it speaks well to the power of your intuition. I particularly commend you on calling guides and guardians to come gather the soul and help it on its way.

It's interesting that even the dream lady went out the door into the backyard, following the same pattern. Do you suppose she was the child's mother, hence the hollow, burned-out-on-grief, devastated feel you got from her? If the child's spirit had been there as well before your blessing, could it have been that what you dreamed was not only her ignoring you, but perhaps you intuitively picking up on the relation between spirits themselves? What I mean is that perhaps she had been unable to see or find the spirit of her son though they haunted the same house, because she had fixated on the portrait instead. Even in spirit, her child remained dead to her. Another interesting possibility is that the mother is still alive, and perhaps her astral self went wandering while she too was dreaming, and came to the place of her loss. Again, as you seem so intuitive, you picked up her presence and dreamed what you intuited.

One wonders if the child passed in the backyard. Is there a pool there or any evidence that there may have once been a pool, even an above-ground one? I imagine if you were aware of any history of the house regarding the death of a child, that would be a major point you would have included in your story.

Frankly, I'm astonished you managed to keep the baby portrait for so long! I imagine it niggled at you for all those years. If you'd like to get rid of it, I recommend holding a funeral for it, thus laying it finally and symbolically to rest. You might consider "cremating" the portrait. Burn it with a few words and dignified solemnity, then scatter the ashes. Although there seem to be ties with the back yard, I am inclined to feel you should not inter it there but break that chain and instead scatter the ashes into the wind someplace beautiful and freeing. The words that you spoke while blessing the house were lovely and powerful. Something similar would do just fine for this purpose. You might consider saying something for both mother and child.

Best of luck to you. Please do as your wonderful intuition guides you and trust yourself to know what is right.

Cheers.

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