While living in Dallas, TX. Back in 1971, my third to the oldest sister met a guy from a small town in East Texas. He had served in the military, but I don't remember which branch. They started dating and she brought him home to meet the rest of us back in West Texas. Our family just had to meet this guy because we wanted what was best for her and her young son.
When they arrived, we could sense that there was something wrong with this guy. He wore black shades all the time and he looked really mean and violent. He had this thick black goatee beard and wouldn't talk much and certainly didn't like for his photo to be taken. He would sit in the chair and just stare straight ahead and sometimes would be sitting there just wringing his hands and grinding his teeth, as if he was wringing wet clothes out. It was just a weird thing to watch him. He would completely zone out and his eyes would be transfixed on nothing. He didn't realize he was being watched at times, or maybe he did and just didn't care. I was 8 years old at the time, but I tell you I remember him very well. This guy just looked like he was a part of something that just wasn't right! He looked like a deep, dark, evil, person. I remember one of my family members saying that they got bad vibes being around him.
My sister married him in 1971 in a very nice ceremony. My family tried to be happy for her and support her choice, but it was soon hell to tell the captain if you know what I mean. He started beating her up and I mean brutally beating her and even did something's to my nephew as well. She continued to stay with him and time rocked on.
It was the year of 1973 and would prove to be a year to remember in more ways than one! I had just turned 10 years old on June 4th and Marvin Gaye's song "Let's Get It On" was released on June 15, 1973 and was tearing up the chart. This song was a true hit and Marvin Gaye was a man on fire! Every time you turned on the radio this song was playing. Later you will see the relevance of this song to the story.
One day one of my aunts was driving through South Dallas and saw him standing on a corner at a store. While driving past him, she noticed how he was dressed and she couldn't believe her eyes, because now he was sporting a shaved head with his thick goatee. Even though he had on those dark shades, she knew there was no doubt about it...That was him. She drove on to her destination and called my sister and told her that she saw him and he was dressed in a dashiki and those thick high heel shoes that the men wore back then and was even sporting a shaved head. She even told my sister where she saw him and what he was doing. My sister couldn't believe it because first of all, he was suppose to have been at work and second, she had just seen him that morning before she left going to work and his head wasn't shaved and she sure didn't know him to own any clothing like that.
That evening when he came in, he was dressed exactly as my aunt had described shaved head and all. My sister asked him about his clothing and his head and the fact that he had been behaving so strangely. This man was already strange, so to be behaving even stranger than before, one could only imagine. He didn't want to talk about it and they got into a fight. That was his way of not having to answer any questions because he thought he was the big shot man of the house and the woman was lower than he was. The next day, he went to her job and jumped on her and took her paycheck and dragged her out of her work place still beating on her. Her boss called the police, but when they arrived at her job, he had already taken her and left. He was beating her all the way home to their apartment. He got out of the car and went to her side, opened the door and dragged her out and was still hitting her, but fate stepped in and in their apartments two men were fighting one another and both left to go into their apartments to get their guns. One of the men that was in this altercation was bald so when my brother in law came around the corner dragging my sister, the other guy started shooting and shot him and my brother in law, pushed my sister out of the way and yelled out run, "they're after me." She turned and started running and ran into the iron stairwell and gashed her head open. My brother in law was shot dead outside those apartments by the man that mistook him for the other guy he was fighting. I tell you, God has a way of moving mountains!
My mother was at work when she received the call and left and went home so she would be there to break the news to the rest of us and also get ready so she could go be with our sister who was in the hospital. I still remember it, like it was yesterday pulling up in the front our house with one of my sisters as we were singing the song that was playing on the radio at the time, which was Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it On. It was a #1 hit at that time and was played on the radio over and over and will always and forever remind me of that day.
My mother went to Dallas to be with my sister and be with her as she went down to his home town to the funeral. He was only 24 years old at that time.
When the funeral was over my sister moved out of her apartment and in with my second to the oldest sister and her husband and family for a while. My brother in law did not rest in peace. Every night he would start from the back door of our house and you could hear the screen door open and close with a huge bang and the wooden door opening and then close. Then those heavy foot steps of those thick, high heeled shoes from the 70's would start walking from the back area. It would stop at the back bedroom and walk on through the kitchen to the front bedroom and stop in front of the bedroom which did not have a door to it, which is the one I slept in. It would then turn around and go back the way it came and stop at the last bedroom again and then leave out the back door. This went on for the longest time. We told our sister about him looking for her and she would be so afraid to visit our home because she thought he would find her and follow her back to where she was living.
After his death, we found out that my brother in law was involved in organized crime, drugs and some other illegal activity.
One of my sisters that's right before me had a boyfriend whom she told of the haunting and he didn't believe her, so one night my mother was at work, working over night and my stepfather wasn't there, so my sister had her boyfriend over and night came and it was about 12 am and it started. The back screen sounded like it opened, then the wooden door and by this time, her boyfriend got out of bed and was going to be this brave bad hard guy that you can't scare, so he went around the corner just as it sounded like the door closed and the walking started just as it always did at the back bedroom stopping just at the door, never going in as though he was just looking in, scanning the room t see if she was there, but my sister's boyfriend had walked to the bedroom door and the walking walked right up on him and stood there as if face to face with him. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel the energy and knew someone was there. The entity just turned and walked on through the kitchen and to the other rooms as it always did. My sister's boyfriend turned, ran and got dressed and out the back door he ran. He never did try to spend the night over at our house again.
This happened about four years later. One night while lying in my bed, I heard the foot steps begin as usual. They never would start at the very same time each night, it would vary, but he would be there, that's for sure. I was asleep and the foot steps stopped at my door to my room. My room did not have a door to it and I am thinking while sweating under the cover that he's standing there too long, why is he still standing there and haven't moved yet? He walks on into the room, but I didn't hear him, but suddenly felt my bed covers sliding off of me and my night gown sliding up. I reached down and pulled my gown down and pulled my covers up on me. The covers slid down off of me again and my gown slid up and this time, I could feel some hands on my legs feeling on me, so I jumped up out of my bed, turned on the light and started cursing him and my mother heard me and ran in the room and I told her what happened and I was frantic and she prayed with me and told me to never curse at them. She said to pray and ask them what in the name of the Lord do you want. That incident made me feel as though there is no limit to what ghosts, spirits or whatever we call them can do to people. I prayed and prayed after that and did not get an ounce of sleep that night.
My third sister, who was married to this evil man eventually moved into her own apartment, went back to school and became a RN and years later had another son, but sadly she suffered a massive stroke in 2001 and passed away at the age of 49. We love her and miss her so much!