My story began in the small country town that I was born and raised in out in West Texas. I will not give the name of the town, because the home that these things happened in is still there, although vacant and has been for a few years now the house still haunts me in my dreams. I was raised in a Christian family and attended church services every Sunday. Back then in the 1960's and 70's we just didn't talk about the paranormal like it is talked about now. I am so happy we have paranormal shows, investigators and researchers working to prove to skeptics that these things do indeed exist.
I was about 6 years old when I experienced my first paranormal incident. I am 46 now with two grown sons, who I have shared my stories with. I am the 7th child of 9 children. There were 7 girls and two boys.
Our house was built weird and was the same house that my stepfather used to live in with his first wife. His first wife developed cancer and passed away in the hospital. After all of these years of my researching, I can honestly say beyond a shadow of a doubt that ONE of the many spirits that were always seen in this house was her. When you walked in through the front door, there was the living room and from the living room there straight ahead was a door leading to another bedroom. If you turned to the left and walked out of the living room there was another bedroom which was my mother's and stepfather's bedroom and to the right of their room was a room which we used just to store items and it didn't have a door to it, it just had a blanket hanging up to it. When you walked out of our Mother's bedroom there was the kitchen and keeping straight led you to the back door to the left and in the hall way and an area we would store things in and our bathroom was the very last door on the right. Just before you get to the bathroom and the little area we'd store stuff was another bedroom to the right of the hall which was always freezing cold no matter what season it was. It was a very spooky room and house. Our house was not insulated so it was very cold in the winter and hot in the summer.
My mother and I were in the kitchen one morning and she was combing my hair getting me ready for school and it was during the spring, I remember that part because I was so happy to be smelling the flowers, hearing the birds singing and we had our front door open, but the wooden screen was locked. I happened to look up and saw a jet black shadow man walk through our living room and into the bedroom that faced the living room. Being so young, it did not frighten me, and when my mother finished my hair, I walked into the room and looked around and there was no one in there.
I remember telling my mother and she told me not to worry about it that we were protected and nothing would harm us. I didn't like the fact that I had to go to school that day after seeing that and my mother would be there by herself.
My step father who was the father of my youngest brother who was born after me and my baby sister would always frighten us with his ghost stories. He would tell us stories about years ago when this man was murdered by the husband of a woman he was fooling around with and at night you could see this man's spirit come back in the form of a bright light and the light would slowly move toward the back door to this woman's house and take the form of a small dog and walk right in to her home. This would scare us so much. He would always tell us that when he died, he was going to come back and haunt us. He would always ask us if we wanted him to show us how to really see a ghost. We would say no of course.
Night time was very scary in that house. We would hear whispering in the house and all kinds of noises. Our mother bought us some bunk beds made out of cast iron and these beds would move and shake on their own. I'm talking about when no one was in the room, you could hear these beds moving as if someone was in them or standing there shaking them. When you walked to the room the shaking and noise would stop. I would be so scared at night that I would make sure my cover was tucked in and my feet were not out for no reason, my hands were under the cover holding the cover tightly under me and my back was up against the wall in my bed. I would put my head under the cover and have just a small hole to breathe out of. I can remember being so frightened of the noises in the house that instead of me getting up to go to the bathroom, I would wet the bed. The fear was that intense. Sometimes at night, we could feel someone standing over the top of us, just staring down at us, or walk up to the bed and bump the bed as to really get our attention. If you were in the living room and had to go to the bathroom, you would see black forms peeking out of the last bedroom or walk out of that bedroom and go into the bathroom right in front of you. We would not only be frightened but ashamed to invite our friends over to our house, because when we did, they would leave scared to death. You were always watched no matter what room you were in. There was a picture of my mother's great, grandmother hanging on the wall in the living room and her eyes would follow you all over the room. I still have dreams about that picture to this day. It was so scary.
My mother and stepfather would get into arguments in the house and start fighting and that would just make the activity worse. I can remember one day I was taking a bath and was the only one in the bathroom and I had placed the shampoo on the toilet seat on top of my folded towel that I was going to dry off with and while bathing, I started getting an eerie feeling that someone was in the bathroom with me watching me bathe. I was in my teens by now and I was just thinking to myself, let me hurry and take a bath and get this soap out of my hair and get out of this tub because I am so frightened. I went under the water and washed the soap out of my hair and reached over and got the conditioner and put a little in my hand and went under the water again to rinse the conditioner out as fast as I could and I got a small bucket that was by the bath tub and filled it with warm water and poured it over my head and finished getting the conditioner and any leftover shampoo out of my hair because we didn't have a shower only a bathtub. Before I knew anything the shampoo and conditioner flew off the toilet seat and across the floor and remember, they were both sitting on a folded towel. They were not standing up, they were both laying flat on the towel and there is no way in hell something can fall off of a folded towel and fly across the room on the floor the way they did. Needless to say, I got out of that tub, grabbed by towel and ran out of that bathroom. There was another time, my niece who is now in her 40's was spending the summer with us and she was taking a bath and all of a sudden the light bulb just burst and glass went all over the bathroom and into the bathtub with her. She was so frightened; she jumped out of that bathtub and ran out of there naked. She was about 12 or 13 at that time. We all experienced things in that house.
This is the first of many stories I have to tell about my childhood and growing up in a haunted house. I have more to post and will do so another day. Thank you.