Schwartz House

I haven't written to this site in awhile but it's slow at work so here we go. When my father was a small child in Ft Worth, TX his family lived on the "North-side" area of town, which was at the time a middle class area with a high Hispanic population. My dad was a typical kid of his times and played outdoors from morning until night. My family has a tendency to have experiences with the paranormal and most of the family stories started at the "Schwartz house" my father lived in from the time he was small until my Grandparents sold it in the early 1990's.

My grandparents raised a large Hispanic family, five children; and both worked. My aunts and uncles would be at home alone without adults a lot of the time, mostly causing trouble. I've always been told stories about the "Schwartz House" from most of my Aunt's and Uncles because the entire family experienced the weirdness. My Father in particular is adamant about a story that happened when he was approx six or seven years old.

It had been late in the evening and the family was getting ready for the next day and heading to bed. My father had a little league baseball game the next day and he had forgotten his cleats in the living-room area of the house, which had already been darkened. My grandmother was in the kitchen area of the house doing the dishes. This was the late 1950's early 1960's and dishwashers were not in the picture of affordability yet.

My father walked into the living-room of the house and he swears to this day that he saw a beautiful pair of female hands and forearms glowing in the darkness. The hands gestured as if opening a book and then faded into the darkness. My dad being freaked out like you read about ran like a mad man to his mother in the kitchen. My grandmother who was and is a tough old bird, despite being less than five feet tall, walked into the living-room and checked things out for her baby and told him there was nothing there.

Dad says that the hands were the most beautiful hands he had ever seen. He remembers the nails being perfectly shaped and the skin being almost luminescent and pale. He never saw the hands again but he did experience other things at that house during his childhood.

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