So as promised I am writing about my reunion with mommy ego! This happened about 2 years ago in 2006, I was living with my grandparents while working and going to college. I was 20 years old at the time. My aunt and her family were staying with my grandparents too, they had just moved back to Austin from new york and needed a place to stay so they could get back on their feet and get settled in. My cousin mike was back, and we were up late one night reminiscing the good ol days and what not... Somehow we got on the topic of spirits and hauntings, and we both came up with the bright idea to drive to his old neighborhood and check out the old house.
At the time it seemed like a good idea, it was 2am and we were bored, we only lived about 3 miles from his old neighborhood so we saw it as something fun to do to kill our boredom. Besides, we both wanted to confirm that it wasn't just childhood nonsense we cooked up as kids, perception of things when you are young can be different if you look at them when you are older so this was an adventure for us.
First stop was the house itself. It was uninhabited to say the least, the sight of it gave us both the heebie jeebies. It had a for sale sign in the front yard which was funny because we both knew why it was for sale. It didn't take us long to hatch the idea of going back inside, it took a bit longer to work up the courage to break into a place that we both knew didn't want us inside. The gardens around the house were over grown in weeds, the neighborhood was dimly lit and not too many people drive around at 2am so it was relatively safe enough to sneak in. The window in the front yard that lead to mikes old bedroom was unlocked, we crawled through and all the images of past experiences rushed into my mind, a thought went through my mind, I was thinking that must have been my welcome back message.
It was quiet inside, the carpet was new, fresh paint, new doors, the tile in the kitchen was the same, it was very very creepy. We turned on the hallway light and the kitchen light, but we didn't want to make the house look too bright from the inside since we had broken in and all... After we had looked around the kitchen and dining room we got to the living room, this is where things went sour. We get the bright idea of opening the door to the garage and seeing if we can look up into the attic to overcome our fear of the place. Bad Idea! I unlocked the door and right after the pop the deadbolt made the door flung open, I jumped back what seemed to be 10 feet, my heart pounding, hair standing up and getting ready to run like hell through a wall or something. Mike just stood there, frozen, staring into the darkness of the garage. I noticed that every cabinet in the kitchen was wide open, the drawers were pulled all the way open, the bathroom and bedroom doors, even the front and back door were all open... Mike was just standing there, and I couldn't help but think that this was a bad bad idea.
I walked up slowly to mike and said dude let's go, he didn't say a word, he just raised his hand and pointed into the garage, frozen, dumbstruck, I don't know what was going on with him but I was scared. When I looked into the garage, what I saw shocked me to the core. About where the opening to the old attic was, a figure swung down in the blackness, my heart dropped into my stomach and I felt like I was going to faint. The figure stood up, about 5 feet tall with a hunched over look, turned and faced us in an instant, then rushed through us with an amazing force that knocked us both on our asses. She ran through both of us, I felt her pass through my body, it was a horrible cold evil feeling that makes me sick just thinking about it. She ran through the living room, hung a left and went straight out the front door. At this point lights are flashing on and off, all the doors are slamming, the water is running, we heard the very familiar thumping in the walls and we high tailed it back to the car and drove away short of breath totally freaked out. We were yelling the whole time "did you see it? Did you see it? She's freaking real!"
We couldn't believe it, we drove around for a while until our nerves had calmed down a little, we then decided to look for her. First stop, the old bridge. When we got there, the smell of the bat turd hadn't changed a bit. We walked down the hill to look down into the creek, and as we were heading down I stepped on something. I looked down to see what it was, and scattered all over the hill side were these tiny makeshift crosses that had been made with twine and 2 twigs about the thickness of my pinky finger. They were everywhere, and the ends of the twigs were all burned. The 2 twigs in each cross had been fastened together with this twine in a figure eight fashion where you just constantly criss cross it over and over until it doesn't come unraveled. This was baffling because we couldn't think of any reason for this. I picked one up and took it back to the car with me, I wanted to save it for later to look at when my heart and mind aren't racing with anxiety.
When I put my key in the ignition mike shouted "there she is!" I looked up to see, and no doubt about it, there she was hobbling up the hill opposite of the hillside we were on. When she got to the road she turned and looked at us, we didn't move, we stared right back at her awestruck. She had a strange cloak on, it was like a wool jacket with a hood but the hood wasn't on her head, her hair was a dark gray and it was up in a bun, she had young face but it had a dark twist to it. Maybe it was the look in her eyes that made my stomach wrench when I looked at her.
She stood there for a while, then she faded out into the darkness. Excited and scared at the same time we drove over to where she was standing, when we got out of the car we could hear a voice coming from down in the creek below, it was a woman's voice and it was wailing loudly in a sorrow filled tone, if that makes any sense. It made me think of the sound a woman might make if she had a loved one taken from her, there was scorn and sorrow all at the same time in this cry. The voice was moving up the creek, away from us, which intersects slightly with another road on its way closer to the old house, so we jumped in the car and drove to the culdesac, we cracked the windows and could still hear the wailing, we got out and walked to the tree line where the creek was. The crying stopped for a moment, everything fell quiet, deathly quiet, we turned around to head back to the car and just as we did there she was, between us and the car, standing there, fists clenched giving us the single most hateful look I have ever seen in my life. I didn't know what to do so I started to back away. After the first step I made she let out a scream and flung her arm at my face, missing me by inches, mike however wasn't so fortunate, she had clawed his face and he was bleeding, I grabbed him, bolted to the car, we got in and drove away completely shaken.
There were 4 deep scratches in mikes face, going from his neck just below his right ear, across his cheek and to his nose/mouth area, he said they didn't hurt except for when it happened, he described it as what it must feel like to tear a persons skin like you would tear a sheet of paper, he said her hand felt like they were made of ice and that afterwards his whole body went numb for a second.
Our once exciting adventure had turned into a living nightmare. The next day when I remembered that I kept one of the little crosses in my car, I went to go grab it but there was no cross there, instead rattle snake laid dead draped over the center console where I had left it. I threw the snake in the trash, completely baffled. Needless to say we decided not to pay mommy ego anymore unexpected visits. We are not welcome there. It still doesn't make sense to me.
How did she unlock all the doors in the house? Why was mikes old bedroom window left unlocked. What was with the crosses and the occurrence of snakes? Why is this woman so angry? I am really shaken up just writing about it, even though I'm several states away now, I feel like she knows when I tell her story and I can't help but get the chills when I do. I still don't know where Mike got the name Mommy Ego from. I am going home on leave in may and I might actually take some pictures of the place... IN THE DAY! Mike is about to go to boot camp in July... Maybe one last reunion with this angry spirit before he goes? I'm not sure its a good idea but this time I would definitely go for the sake of getting it on camera.
Thanks for your enthusiasm about this story, and as always I love feedback. Sorry its so long and poorly structured paragraph wise. I'm not much of a writer.