More ghost stories

The final installment of the ghost stories I was told growing up.  Once again, these are true according to my mother.  She claims these happened to her and her family growing up and as children everything she told us was taken for fact.  You can find the other stories here and here.

Don't go outside

One of the many migrant moves that took my grandparents around the midwest landed them in a mobile home.  This mobile home was near a storm ditch, steep slope and deep.

One night my grandparents decided to go out and leave the kids without a babysitter.  They left my 9 aunts and uncles to care for themselves.  The only instructions they left were "Don't go outside."

As usually happens when there are lots of unsupervised children they became a little rambunctious.  Things got out of hand and they were soon outside wrestling and rolling down the steep embankment of the storm ditch.

After many times of rolling down the ditch my mom looked up and saw something on the roof of their home laughing and jumping.  Mom screamed and everyone ran in the house.

While in the house the creature on the roof tormented them for a long period of time.  The roof and walls trembled and shook under the weight of this thing.  Lights flickered throughout the entire ordeal.

Terrified my aunts and uncles screamed and cried.  The tormenting continued long into the night until my grandparents came home to find the terrified kids crying.

Ghost Bride

Traveling to another location brought my family to an old two story house with an attic.  It was large and spacious, especially for a family of 11.  The landlord gave them one rule, don't go to the attic.

As seemed to always happen my aunts and uncles were having a lot of fun one night and while my grandparents weren't paying attention my uncle dared my mom to open the door.  They were bored and wanted to explore.

Initially my mom refused claiming that was their only rule.  My uncle was very persuasive and eventually convinced my mom to open the door.

As soon as the door opened a crack a loud scream was heard throughout the house.  A gust of wind forced the door open and my mom saw a misty figure of a woman dressed in a wedding gown.

This figure disappeared and screaming could be heard throughout the house.  Doors opened and shut by themselves, lights flickered on and off in every room throughout the house.

The family could only take it so long before they were forced to go outside and wait for the landlord to arrive.  My grandparents demanded an explanation.  It was then that they were told of the bride.  She was dressed in her gown coming down the stairs when she tripped and fell down the rest, breaking her neck and dying.

Baby in the well

Baby in the Well

My grandparents were in a new state looking for a new house to stay while they worked.  They were to meet their new landlords on a piece of property.  This property had a well and after an afternoon of running around my mom and her brothers were thirsty.

They went to the well and started to pull the bucket up.  As they pulled on the rope they started to hear a baby crying.  They were the only ones on the property and no babies were around.  The more they pulled on the rope the louder the crying became.

They finally looked in the well and saw a baby, crying and screaming.  It began reaching out to grab them.  They screamed let go of the rope, dropping the baby back into the well, water splashing everywhere.

The landlord finally arrived to find a bunch of wet, scared kids.  They told the story of what happened.  He explained several years ago a new mother was trying to get water out of the well and the baby slipped out of her hands and drowned in the well.

Little Witch at School

My mom was bullied in school on a regular basis.  One day she was tormented on the playground to the point where she started sobbing and ran away to the bathroom.  The bathroom, according to her, was never used because everyone claimed it was haunted.  She was so upset she didn't care that she ran into the haunted bathroom, she just wanted to get away from everybody.  While she sat sobbing on the toilet she heard a cackle and saw a miniature witch flying around her.

House in the Woods

Most people grew up getting bedtime stories.  These bedtime stories are usually fun, heartwarming stories to help the child feel good before bed.  I didn't get those growing up.  If I got a story they were usually scary stories (maybe that's why I enjoy watching horror movies).  Over the next several posts I'm going to do my best to tell those stories so they don't get lost in time.

First I need to explain some things about my mother's background.  She is the second oldest of eight kids.  Her parents were migrant workers by trade and would travel where the work was.  Sometimes their "houses" were a little run down, in many instances barely livable.

Add this to the fact that us Mexicans are very superstitious, my mother had a lot of very creepy stories for us growing up.  She claims these are true stories and that they happened to her over the course of her childhood in various locations throughout the US, mostly in the south and midwest.

House in the Woods

As migrant workers my grandparents were sometimes given free places to stay to help offset some of the expenses.  One particular house they stayed at was a one bedroom shack in the middle of the woods. This shack, from the descriptions given to me, was essentially boards held together with some form of roofing.  There was no insulation, just a frame and a roof protecting them.  There were many holes in the walls and you could easily peer outside from the room.  The eight children stayed in the room while the adults stayed in the other room.

One particular night my grandparents had some guests over so they sent my mom and her siblings to the room a little early.  The children entertained themselves talking, joking and having a grand old time.  During all the fun and commotion my mom felt someone was watching them.  She looked around the room to find an eye peering through one of the holes in the wall.  She screamed, everyone turned and saw an eye looking at them.

At this point all the children began screaming in terror.  Their dad, my grandpa, became extremely pissed off at them.  He came storming into the room and started yelling at them.  When they explained what they saw my grandpa grabbed a gun and ran outside the house to look for the peeping tom.  The guests there also helped him search.  

After looking around the house and surrounding woods, they found nothing.  No footprints leading towards the house or away from the house.  The only thing they found were two hoof prints in the moist ground where the children had seen the eye.

To this day my mom firmly believes the devil was watching them that night.

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