Hi, Cam, I hope this finds you well. Your video the other
day about the ghost in the kitchen reminded me of the first ghost story I
ever heard, told to me by my mama when I was a little kid.
She said it happened when her and my papa recording sometime prior to nineteen
thirty three, they were riding around in her friend's car and they stopped at
Montgomery Baptist Church, which is a church out in the country in south west
Lincoln County, Mississippi. The reason they had given for stopping was to switch
places in the car, but they all hopped back in and drove off and
left Mama standing on the west side of the church watching them drive off in
the distance. After a few minutes, an older lady emerged from the woods
and asked her if she was okay. Mama said that she told the lady
that she was fine and they were just acting fools and that they would be
back directly. Not long after that, she heard the car and turned to
see them coming back for her, and when she turned back around, the
old woman was gone. She called for her and got no answer. When
Papa and their friends pulled back up, she told them about it, and
they looked for the woman, and they knocked on the church door, thinking
she might have went inside, but she was nowhere to be found. They
asked Mama what the lady looked like, and she said the lady was thin
and tall and had a black dress on with a white bonnet. My Papa
and his brothers were the grave diggers for the cemetery across the road, and
he said a lady fitting that description was buried there last week. I forget
the woman's name, but Mama later saw a picture of her, and sure
enough, it was that woman who came up to her that day. In
Mama's final years, she told us that she saw people in her yard and
that a little boy was among them and told her that he needed a hat.
She would sometimes leave one of Paupa's hats on the porch table for him.
Once I went by there late at night and I saw Mama sitting on
the porch with a light on. Now, I walked back over and stayed
out of sight and made my way to the north corner of her house,
where I could see her in what she was doing. She was sitting there
talking to someone that I couldn't see. Just the same as she would sit
there and talk to me. And since then, I've worked with other dementia
patients, and I honestly believe that our loved ones come back for us to
lessen our fear about passing on. I know everyone says that their stories are
true. I believe some of these stories are true because I have one of
my own to tell you about Bigfoot and an encounter that I had. I
was five years old when this story took place. Yes, I can remember
things from that age because it still haunts me to this day. At the
time, I had never heard of Bigfoot and I didn't know anything about them.
My family and I were living with my grandparents in their house in Porter,
Texas, which is about thirty miles north of Houston. This happened in
nineteen sixty seven and there was a population of maybe a little over three hundred
people. We had no TV at my grandparents at this time. All we
had was a radio, so most of the time we were outside playing.
One night, we were all sitting in the living room listening to my Papa
play as harmonica and I had to go to the bathroom. Well, I
went in and did my business and as I was about to leave the restroom,
I heard a noise at the window, which was to my left.
I had to look up to see the window because it was taller than I
was. When I looked up, I saw a giant harry face looking back
at me through the window. Well. I screamed as loud as I could,
and everyone came running to see what had happened. I told them that
there was someone looking at me in the window, and my papa and my
father my older brother, grabbed their guns and ran out back to see whoever
was outside. They came back after a little while later and said that they
didn't find anyone out there, and I told them that there was someone there,
but no one believed me. The next morning, they took me outside
and they said there was no way anyone could have been looking through the window
because it was too high for anyone to look in unless they were standing on
something to see, and there was nothing around for anyone to stand on.
There were no footprints either. It was built three house blocks high off the
ground, which is pretty high, and the window for the bathroom was another
six feet higher than that from the house blocks. I know what I saw
that night, and it took me a long time before I could go in
that bathroom by myself again. I remember the face that I saw that night.
The window was like a medium sized window, and the face covered almost
the whole frame. Its face was hairy, but not all of it was
covered in hair. You could see around its eyes and its forehead, and
its nose was big, and it was kind of fat, but not like
a gorilla. The hair that I saw looked dirty and matted, and its
skin was dark, but I'm not sure how dark it was because it was
nighttime. Then in nineteen seventy six, my Papa passed away. He passed
away in that same bathroom that I had seen the face in the window.
Everyone thought that he had had a heart attack. A couple of days later,
I overheard my grandmother telling my mother that the corner said that he did
not die of a heart attack, and that his heart was fine, and
he said that he had been scared to death. So I knew that Bigfoot
had come back to the house. And I am now sixty years old.
I do not tell any one my story because I was made fun of as a teenager