In 1996 my brother Chris and I rented out an old ranch house dating back to the 1800s out in Adkins Texas. Just outside of San Antonio. It sat on about 17 acres with a graveyard dating back to the civil war, Mount olive cemetery to be exact. We would hear stories from people in town about the place but we never really gave it too much thought. Yeah there was the occasional thing out of place for no right reasons but not enough to set off alarms. But that would all change on this one Particular night.
We had not long turned to our rooms for the night when I was awakened by a friend of ours that stayed the night. Mike, Mike, get up quick... (In a desperate whisper) and bring your gun. I got up, reached under my bed and grabbed the nearest riffle to me. Then walked nervously to the front room and met up with Chris and our friend. Chris had already been looking out the window when I walked into the room. I will never ever forget the look on his face as he turned towards me and whispered "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT"?
I leaned over to the old single pane window looked out and all was bathed in the brightest moonlight I had ever seen. And there it was someone or something passing in between all of our trucks almost gliding... Hell it was gliding. It was the figure of a man, a man from a long time ago he had on overalls and a large brimmed hat. But you could not make out his face, just a black void. Then something else dawned on us, the thing had no feet... Noo feet. It just floated there looking into the vehicles. Then stood there gazing at us as hard as anyone could gaze without a Face. Now the time came for us to bring reality or whatever on this thing... Chris looked at me and said, "on three we go" 1...2... THREE! Out the door we rushed half scared shooting in the direction of this thing...BOOM! POW! POW!...BOOM! The thing was now gliding swiftly towards the bottleneck driveway Which was a half a mile long with open field on either side of it... We grabbed the keys to one of the trucks and ripped it up the long driveway spotlighting all over and the thing just vanished,, you don't understand,, there was nowhere for it to go. Absolutely nowhere! But up or down.
Well after 30 minutes of searching flat ground we headed back up to the house no one saying a word for quite some time. I was thinking to myself did this just happen? But reality hit hard when Chris shook his head once again flicking his cigarette And said WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?...
This is a true story, very true. The house unfortunately burned down not long after that. We still to this day get a chill talking about that night and feel lucky I guess to experience something like that in our lifetime...
The house was on rakowitz rd. And mount olive cemetery is right behind the place, and strange things are said to go on there to this day... Do the research, maybe you will see for yourself. Thanks for listening, and goodnight.