It was after moving to her family's home in a small town back in two
thousand and two or two thousand and three, when our storyteller started discovering that
those in her family had paranormal experiences. They had gotten used to them growing
up, and now it was going to be her turn. My name is
Edwin, and here is Tricia true scary story. Me and my mom and
my two older sisters. I'm the youngest out of three girls. We moved
to South Texas, tiny itty bitty town that back then was mostly populated by
just my family. My family, it's a huge family. I got five
ann and six uncles, so of course all of them stayed there. And
the town is so small that it used to be called dirt town and dogtown
just simply because that's mostly what populated it. So me and my sisters and
my mom we moved down there to stay with my grandpa for a short period
of time. I believe my family, my mom and dad were going through
marital issues, so it was just like a little short separation. And I'd
always heard stories from my mom about when she was growing up in that house,
my grandpa's house, Just little things like she would say that she would
wake up in the middle of the night and something was tugging at her blankets,
and it just became a norm for everybody in the house. My grandpa
built it. We know. He was between ninety nine and one hundred and
one when he passed, so it's fairly old. I'd heard stories from mostly
my aunts and my mother about you know, seeing things, especially seeing children
and animals like dogs and birds occasionally that were in the house but no one
else could see them, or someone else could see them, but the other
siblings couldn't. We had been there maybe a couple weeks, and I'm always
on edge every time we go there, and we always went during the summers,
so this was new living there. And the house is set up weird.
As soon as you walk into the house, my grandpa's bed is right
there by that front door, and you walk straight down into a kitchen,
and the kitchen is like the main living here is the biggest room in the
house. If you go straight there's a living room, small living room.
To the right of that living room is two more rooms. It's like a
giant you and I was staying. Me and my mother were sleeping in back
right room closer to the end of the house, to the back of the
house, and every night I would always wake her up to go to the
bathroom because I was too scared to walk along. There was one instance,
and like I said, it was a couple weeks maybe after we had moved
in that I was just like, you know what, I'm going to be
strong, I'm going to be tough. I'm in third grade now. And
so I said that I was going to get up and go to the bathroom
by myself and gets up in a drink and snack on. And so I
didn't want to wake up my sisters because they were sleeping in the room next
to me. So instead of using their door to go into the kitchen then
into the bathroom, I walked through the living room, through the corridor and
into the bathroom. So during that whole period, of course, I'm a
little sketched out. It's dark, it's I'm a little scared. I get
into the bathroom and I remember that I forgot to brush my teeth before I
went to bed, and Mom usually checked all the toothbrushes before we went to
bed, and I was like, oh, in my childlike mine, I'm
thinking I need to brush my teeth or she's going to get up in the
middle of the night and check my toothbrush, which I know now is just
ridiculous. So as I'm brushing my teeth, it's one of those mirrors right
above the sink that has like medicine cabinets, so you can open the mirror
and there's just a nightlight on. Because Grandpa is asleep right next to the
bathroom, I didn't want to turn the bathroom light completely on, and I
left the door open because I was scared. So it's just a nightlight and
I'm brushing my teeth and I look up into the mirror and I could have
swore I've seen something behind me, and it looked about my hive. Now
the bathroom is the sink is like it was really low, so that the
mirror was also pretty low, and it was something maybe about my hives,
maybe a little bit taller. I just could not make out what it was
for the life of me, but I stood there for a couple seconds and
I just stared at it because of course I'm thinking, oh, this is
one of my sisters. But then I realized that I'm six years younger than
my middle sibling, so there's no way. The high difference would just been
too much, and she's already tall and I'm very short. Of course,
at that moment, once it set in that and it seems like it took
forever for me, but I'm sure in the moment it was just a few
seconds that I realized that was no one that I knew. I am the
smallest person here and panics. Luckily, my mom heard me. She got
up and checked on me and walked me back to the bedroom. That was
my very first experience there in the home. My thea came over the next
day, I believe, and she was asking how I was like in school,
and just normal conversation, and I told her about what had happened in
the bathroom, and she told me me, I don't worry about it.
It's just there's things in this house that we grew up with that have always
been here, and there's nothing that's going to hurt you. Even though that
felt good to hear that it wasn't going to hurt me, it was still
terrifying to know that someone else knew that there was something in the house.
And I asked her what it was, why was it there? Where did
it come from and she told me that, and this is stories from the
town, but that Grandpa had built the house over an old, disintegrated cemetery
that didn't have headstones anymore, but when he bought the land, he knew
it was there because of course it comes with the paperwork and stuff like that
from the city, and that it was during like a black plague kind of
thing that was going rampant in that area at that point in time, and
so of course there would have been children. But she also said that there
was one woman there that still had relatives in the town that was considered to
be a witch, that everyone was afraid of her and stuff of that sort,
and that she was supposedly buried there as well. So whenever she told
me that, of course my mind just ran and I asked my mom about
it later that night, and she told me that she had never planned on
telling me those things because she didn't want me to be scared of that house.
She wanted me to know that if you hear something, you're not crazy,
Tricia, You're not. But there's nothing add here. So she just
wanted to completely omit the witch part, which I understand completely because I would
do that for my own children. After that, I had a little bit
better understanding of what was in the house, what was going on in the
house. So these strange noises that I would hear, of course they startled
me, but I was still able to live peacefully until maybe a month or
two in. I've finally gotten settled. I have a routine with school and
after school curriculums, and everything seems to be going normal. I'm coexisting with
all these weird things, these shadow things that you think everyone sees in the
corner of their eye, But when you're in a situation like that, you
know that when you look it possibly will still be there. One night,
I'm sleeping in my bed with my mom and I have to go to the
bathroom again, and instead of waking her up, I tried to be brave
yet again. I'm looking out into the living room, which is to my
right, and I can see straight through the doorway. There's no doors to
the bedrooms at all, and I can see what looks like just a black
mass standing there. And I'm thinking to myself, all right, Tricia,
you're either one still path asleep, or two it's your thea or it's your
siblings or your mom. So the first thing I do is I check and
I see my mom. It's still I'm feeling for her in the dark,
and I feel her. She's there, it's not her, and I'm just
at this point, I'm fixated on it. I'm too scared to get up
to see if it's my siblings, to see if it's my aunt. I
know it's not my grandpa because it's not that tall. And as I'm looking
at it, I can see it getting taller, like it's moving fullard and
at that point, there's just there is no moving, there is no screaming.
In moments like that, you like to think that you're gonna you're terrified,
you're gonna scream for help or try and wake someone up, but you
don't really know how you're gonna react until you're in that moment. And my
reaction was to freeze. I didn't know what else to do. And as
I'm just staring at it, all I can make out is a black silhouette
and it's just getting taller and taller. And what I noticed is it's not
just getting taller and staying in the same place, it's getting closer until it's
in the doorway and these rooms are any bitty. They're not big at all.
It was a full sized bed and there was very minimal room. There
was enough room for a night stand next to the bed, and that's it.
There was no closet, no dress, no room for it. So
if I was to crawl over my mother and sit on the edge of the
bed, I would beat maybe two feet from the doorway where whatever its standing.
And when it stopped moving and it stopped growing, I could see what
looked like In my mind as an adult, I picture it as a robe
maybe something like that, because it looked like it was billowing, like it
was moving in wind. It makes sense to think that now there was a
giant AC unit right there in the living room, and if anything was there,
like physically there, then yeah, the air from the AC unit would
be blowing it. But in that moment, all I could see was this
black figure and it looked like a cloak or, like I said, some
kind of robe, just swaying around its legs. I just, at some
point my body finally decided that I'd had enough of just standing there or sitting
there wondering what this was, and I screamed and woke up my mom.
And of course she rushed to hern on the lights and we talked about it,
and there is really nothing that she could tell me other than you're okay,
I'm here, Let's pray. And so that's what we would do when
I would after that night. We would pray every single night. And she
said, this is what helped me as a child. I'd hear scratching under
my pillows and I'd start pray. My blankets would come off of me and
I'd start praying. So that's what we did. Trisha's mother did her best
to help the situation, but soon more stories of the members of her family
start rising to the surface, and more of that up. Now Me and
mom had been praying religiously, for lack of better words, not just at
night, but if I heard something, I'd go tell her and we would
pray. If I felt weird, I'd go tell her. We'd go pray.
Like I said, a couple nights maybe after that. My sister still
had a boyfriend. My oldest sister still had a boyfriend back in our home
stay because we were supposed to be going back, So she had a long
distance relationship and she would usually stay up late at night and she would wait
for him to call. So this night she's doing like she always sayes staying
up late waiting for him. She when we talked to her the next morning,
she was saying how she just felt so sick, like she not nauseous,
sick. But I don't know if everyone does this, but my family,
especially the women, do get these horrible gut feelings like dread or something
bad's going to happen. But we all do it. And that's what my
sister said that she felt it just something bad was not what's going to happen.
She did not feel right, but he was taking longer than normal to
call, and she started falling asleep in a rocking chair in her room that
is opposite of the house. And she said as she fell asleep, she
could hear a few things like rustling, and she was like, okay,
my thea is in the next room. She probably got up or she's messing
around in her room. She didn't think nothing of it. And she said,
all of a sudden, she felt like tapping on her arm. And
at this point she's falling into I would say rim sleep. She's about to
just be completely out until she feels pain, sharp pain, and she jolts
up and there's nothing there. Of course, nothing there. The next morning
we got up to go to school, and that's why she tells us what
happened, and she goes, Mom, look at this, and her arm
just looked like a grown man had grabbed her and manhandled her. Ruts as
were already deep like green and purple with yellow hues around like the fingerprints,
and you could see it like a palm. I know. I was never
touched, thankfully, but that was one of the scariest parts of being there.
It was shortly after that we left, like if my mom decided it's
time to go back, you had enough of all these things. And those
were just the big manifestations that we would see. And oh there was also
little things that we would hear, tapping scratching under a pillows, just like
Mom would hear it because she was a little girl. There was a couple
instances where I would wake up in the moment night and lean over and be
on the edge of the bed and just laying there, and I could looking
out close to the floor and it would look like what I can picture in
my mind to be a giant slug or something, just a mass crawling from
the foot of the bed around to the side of the bed, and that
happened multiple times. But of course as soon as I pulled that string on
my lamp, nothing was there. And that was a frequent happening. But
even those times, I think there may be one or two times that I
sat there and I let it get close, because at this point I've grown
it's a normalcy. Just it happens. These things have been happening. You
get used to it, and I let it get closer, and eventually it
stops on the rug. It always stops on the little rug right next to
me. If I was to roll off the bed, I would fall on
top of it, and it doesn't move further. It just stayed there.
Turn on the light, nothing. Those were those happenings were the biggest things
that I ever experienced there up until probably I was fourteen and we had moved.
We had already moved back home for our home state. Been there for
years, and at this point we're just visiting during the summer and I'm in
that same room where my sister got touched. That's my room now every time
we go, and there's a mirror on the closet door that I'm using to
do my makeup, and I could see straight down the hallway and it leads
into the little corridor that goes straight into the kitchen. I can see that
door perfectly, and I see a man and a cowboy hat and he's walking
from the living room into the kitchen. I was like, oh, my
goodness, my favorite Theo's here. I'm going to go run out there.
I hadn't seen him the whole time we were there. We were about to
leave. It was close to school time. Now I was so excited.
So I run out there and no one's there. No one's there. My
siblings are all gone to my cousin's house. My mom is taking a nap
in the living room on the couch, and my thea is in the room
next to me. And so I run in her room and like, yeah,
did you see Uncle Tao? And she goes, no, what are
you talking about. He ain't here. So I said, I just seen
a man that looked just like him, the same high cowboy hat he always
wears, and you could hear his boots and everything. And she told me
she was like, oh, she made a joke out of it. Next
time you see him roping. That's my cowboy. He lives here too.
I was like, are you serious, and she goes, yeah, I'm
very serious. I see him all the time. And after that, I
was like, you know what, I'm done with all this. I told
Mom I didn't want to come back anymore. Of course we did, but
luckily I never had another experience there After that, my grandpa passed away back
in I believe it was twenty fifteen or twenty sixteen, and after he passed,
me and my family came down for the Texas and it was a big
ordeal. My grandpa was very well known there. He's even in a book
for being one of the last living cowboys, and he was the last living
cowboy. So it was hundreds of pounds, hundreds of people in this tiny
little town that didn't have at one point in time more than fifty populations,
and it was amazing. It was sometime maybe a week after the funeral.
I had already come back home after the funeral. And this story is coming
from my uncle, who never really talked about these things. He didn't really
mention it, although we knew he believed it and he's seen the things.
He just didn't talk about it. There's a wheelchair, of course, in
the living room. During that time, my aunts and uncles, not all
of them, but quite a few of them are going through the house.
They're talking about affairs. You know, what they're going to do with this,
who's going to take this and that? And you know what you do
normally when your parent passes. And the wheelchair is just basically meandering in this
tiny living room by itself. Someone walks in. It was over here to
the left in the luvan room, by this couch. Now it's in the
right corner by the grandpa's rocking chair. At some point, my uncle,
I don't know how to explain it, other than he felt like they needed
to leave, that they just needed to leave, that they didn't need to
stay there any longer. They needed to go outside, and so they did.
They went outside. They're saying they're goodbyes. They're talking about meaning begin
to do what they need to do with the property. And at that point
in time, my uncle and one other uncle by marriage or standing by this
big they're trucks and they look at the house and they can see what looks
like One uncle says, it looked like a man. One said it looked
like a woman, but in reality they were a little bit of ways off.
They were on the road and they could just see it waving, but
it looked happy, and no one was scared of it. No one was
scared. That was something that they reiterated. We weren't scared, but we
knew it wasn't they said. We knew it wasn't Dad. We knew it
wasn't mom. We'd never seen Mom there before, we never felt her there,
But it wasn't either of them. He wasn't, So we all just
chalked it up to being whatever was in that house. The only time anyone
ever supposedly got hurt was my sister, so we assume that everything that was
there was friendly. So our conclusion to that was it was lonely because my
grandpa was gone for about a year maybe two when he was sick and the
house was empty, and whatever was there was just lonely, and that's what
they said. They said, it just looked sad to see us go.
No one felt fear, no one was scared of it. They almost felt
bad for it. And now one of my aunts owns the house. We
have family that if someone falls on hard times. We let a cousin,
an aunt, and uncle. The third cousin even go stay for a while.
It's still in the family. I haven't been back since my grandpa passed,
so I don't know if anything still happens in there. I do know
that the last uncle that I have that lived there did say that he would
see animals in the house, a lot dogs that they didn't have because they
didn't like dogs, or birds, a big thing with birds that they would
see, but you would see them, but you wouldn't hear them. And
if you got a bird in your house and it's flying and flapping, you
know you're going to hear it. And they didn't hear them, so they
didn't know what that was. That One of my uncles had said, the
one that was living there that seen the birds, that he thought it was
just my grandpa always told them about a story about a demon that he had
caught and set on fire in the house and it was in the form of
a giant bird, so they just chalked it up to maybe that's what that
was. But to right now, as far as I know, no one's
living in the home. One of my aunts goes and she checks up on
it, and she's renovating it, putting new floors, new rooms. So
when you go visits, she might stay at Grandpa's. But other than that,
the house pretty much stays well empty and we all feel for whatever is
there, because in reality, I don't think it was I still don't think
it was anything malicious, and whatever was there had been there for so long
before Grandpa built the house, and then all these people, this family moves
in and then they have those people there, and maybe they were kids.
They would scratch under the pillows or pool blankets to try and play. Who
knows. I don't know, I can speculate. But then everybody was just
gone, and where do they go? Have you discovered a family seat?
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