Speaker 1: Welcome to true scary stories. A family moves into a
beautiful home in San Antonio, but what they thought was
a fresh start quickly turned into a nightmare. Don't listen alone.
My name is Edwin and here is Veronica. That's true
scary story.
Speaker 2: This dates back to August of twenty eighteen. My parents
had decided to move from Round Rock, which is north
of Boston. This happened to be a perfect timing for
my younger sister and I because I was transferring out
of community college to a university in San Antonio while
she was graduating high school and going to go to
a college in San Antonio as well. It was a
beautiful house. It was a two story house, all brick
in a gated community, which was like super fancy to us.
About six months into living there, thanks really started to
pick up instantly. When you walk in it had like
a eerie feeling to it. The first instance is I
was in my restroom. You could see the hallway and
it was a pretty long hallway connected all three rooms.
I saw my sister walk out and I say something
along the lines like hey, like what are you doing. Earlier,
my parents said they were going to go grocery shopping,
and I thought she was going with them, but she
didn't reply back to me. I started saying, like, what
are you doing? But I couldn't see her. So then
I started looking all around the house. And when I
went outside to go check if like the car was gone,
and I saw it was. I was home alone, which
just really freaked me out. So I kind of brushed
off a little bit, thinking, Okay, maybe I'm just seeing
things tricking my mind. A few months passed by again,
so now March or twenty nineteen, it just became super bad. Actually,
my mom got really sick, which prevented her from working,
so she had to stay home full time. My room
happened to be like right above my parents' room, and
so my mom was in her room a lot, and
she would tell me sometimes like or text me at
least and be like, hey, are you home. I'd be like, no,
my class or doing something, and she would tell me
like she would hear footsteps in my room, sound like
someone was walking around, and she didn't think too much
about it. She just thought maybe, yeah, like I'm just
so bored, I'm starting to hear things. And because of that,
my dad got my mom a small puppy. He was
a month old. At that age, he was already starting
to bark at the bottom of the stairs. He was
terrified to go up the stairs. Actually, he will only
go upstairs if one of us were with him. Already,
that was giving me a sign like, is something really
here in this house. The attic was right above our room.
Oddly enough, it was like in this hallway there was
an entrance to the attic, and shortly after that, my
sister starts to smell something super bad and my dad
goes checks it out. He comes back down and it's
a dead rat. But also he finds this box. And
in that box was like a week weird book of
some sort, which had like carvings into it. You could
tell there were blood marks on it. You could tell
there were maybe a piece of bone in there as well.
My mom's kind of superstitious and shows she was already like,
do not open that, do not touch it, just go
ahead and burn it. But my dad doesn't believe in
any of this, so he said, no, I'm going to
open it. He opens the book and everything was in
Latin writing and images and just stuff you see kind
of in a witch book. And so it freaked me
out and my sister and my dad was like, okay,
mom is right, let's burn it. So we go in
the backyard and my dad just starts a fire and
throws that whole box in there. It almost looked like
the flames were starting to turn blue, like it wasn't
from this world. Almost after he did that, it kind
of made the spirits mad of it. More time passes.
One night, I was in my room and I could
hear what I thought was my sister calling my name,
and I said, hey, like, what's up? And she didn't
say anything back. I go downstairs because I was like, okay,
I heard her literally say my name and not just
my name. I have a family nickname and it's only
she calls me that. And so I go downstairs. I'm
probably getting a snack and she comes to the front
door and I said, hey, like, Lawrence, didn't you just
call my name? She goes, no, I was outside the
whole time, and that just freaked me out even more.
That's when I really told her what was going on,
because not only did I hear my name, but I
saw her months before. So I tell her what was happening,
and she just kind of looks at me blankly, and
I'm thinking to myself, Okay, I'm really going crazy. Well,
my parents overhear us in the kitchen talking about this,
and that's when my dad says, oh, we've been hearing
things too. They start to tell me that downstairs, when
they go to bed, they always close the door, but
they kind of stay up a little bit and watch TV.
Say they've been hearing like footsteps in the kitchen and
they assumed it was us. Well, one night they got
scared because they had the door closed and they hear
big footsteps like outside their door and it's like a
small mini hall that you kind of have to turn
into to get to their room. They thought it was
one of us, and so they start calling out our names.
We didn't see anything back, but they could hear it breathing. Well,
he got up, opened the door, nothing, and they scared
both my mom and my dad. While all this was
going on, we were all just kind of keeping this
inside with each other because I think none of us
wanted to believe something was going on. So to hear
them my mom and my dad and my sister that
we often hearing or seeing something, it was just spooky.
My parents ended up reaching out to the previous owners
of the house because technically my parents were renting out
the house and the owners for whatever reason, didn't want
to live there anymore. Well, my parents just reached down.
We're like, hey, like this stuff has been going on.
Have stuff like this been happening to you all when
y'all lived here? And they said, oh, no, nothing like
that happened. But I think you should know this. The
man had his mother living with them, and she happened
to die in that house, in the room that I
was sleeping in. When I find out this information, I
think I turned cold. It just confirmed all the things
that were happening around in that house to me, especially
more towards me, because I feel like I was hearing
the most and seeing the most things compared to my family.
They also admitted that it was just her upstairs most
of the time, so they didn't know what she was
up to, but they were here late at night walking
around talking, and they assumed that she was on the phone.
One night, my sister said she was in her room
and she heard what sounded like me going through my
stuff in my room. Like I said, we shared a
wall together, for our rooms. So if I was going
through my drawers or even turning on the TV, she
could hear it, and she kind of just says like, hey,
starts talking to me, but I never say anything back.
Maybe five minutes past and she hears more noise coming
from my room again, so she really gets up and
sees that my door is closed and was like, hey, like,
I'm coming in to check on you. When she opens
the door, she sees one of my drawers pull open
right when she opens the door, but when she sees
the doraworer pull open, she realizes no one's in my room.
There was only one instance where we all saw something
at the same time. October of twenty nineteen. Kid you not.
It was Halloween night. We just got done trick or treating,
and the front door actually was this glass type front
door where you could kind of see through it. So
we had the front porch light on because we had
just got done trick or treating. My mom's in the
living room. My dad was actually out that night, so
he wasn't home, but my sister and I were in
the dining table, and if you leaned backwards from your
chair in the dining table, you could see towards the
front door. We hear the doorbell go off, and of
course in the two story house, that doorbell ring echoes everywhere.
I like lean back towards my chair from the dining
table when I see this tall figure. It's Halloween nights,
so of course costumes, and I was thinking to myself,
maybe some teenagers are at the door, or a teenager,
because I could tell it was one person, so I
grabbed the candy bowl. They ring the doorbell again. At
this point, my mom and my sister behind me kind
of telling me to be careful because it was late,
but also like yeah, just get the candy out. As
soon as I opened the door, nothing, the shadow's gone.
No one's at the front door. That freaked my mom
out the most because she's always just heard footsteps and
heard things, but she never actually saw anything. So when
she saw the no one showed up at the door.
After we saw a shadow, we could tell someone was
at the front door. That just freak her out even more.
I'm in my room one night, I go to bell
like normal, but except this time, my mom's dog he
decides to sleep with me, and he never sleeps with me,
but he decided to go to bed, and I always
sleep with my door open, but in the hallway, since
it was such a long hallway, we had a night light,
so I lit up the whole hallway. I could see
like if someone was walking in the hallway due to
like the shadows and the passing of the night light.
Burn bed. I'm dead asleep, and all of a sudden,
I hear our dog start to growl. I've never heard
him growl before, but he starts to growl. It wakes
me up, and I look over at him, like what
is he growling at? And I see that his head
is towards my door. So I look to my right
and I see in the corner of my eye there
are these long fingers with like razor sharp nails. I
could see it through the shadow, and as it moves
his fingers, it starts to crackle like it just starts
to make like bones popping noise. I realized its fingers
and its whole hand is starting to cover the light switch,
which is the only light switch I have to put
the light on. I didn't have a lamp in that room.
I just freaked out. I didn't know what to do.
Like instantly, I'm just thinking to myself, whatever this is,
this demon, this monster, like it literally wants me in
the dark. It's covering the light switch I just got up,
and I decide I'm gonna touch it, like I'm gonna
touch it because I need it. Turned this sly switch
on and I did, and when I touched it, it
felt scaly and very hard, and it kind of scratched
me a bit. Light switch goes on. I'm hysterical. My
mom's dog runs out of my room, barking, going down
the stairs. I'm streaming towards my sister and I'm waking
her up, like please, like wake up. You need to
hear what I'm what I'm about to say next, because
I'm not lying. She's listening to me. She's telling me
to calm down, like everything's okay, You're okay. I could
tell she didn't believe me fully, but when I showed
her the cut on my finger, I think that's when
she kind of realized, Okay, yeah, you're probably right. My
parents come upstairs, they're like, what's going on. I tell
them the same story, and I think they really believed
me because I was just so hysterical that I was
not going to sleep in that room for the rest
of the night. When I finally slept in that room,
If anything, it just made it worse for me because
I was having constant nightmares and terrors. Every night. I
will wake up screaming of like doing evil things to
my family, which I've never had experienced that before. To
this day. That really still shakes me to my core truly,
because I have had previous experiences in the past. I
am the most sensitive in my family to hear, see,
feel things, but I've never actually had anything touch me
or me touch it. That was like the pushing factor
for me to get out of the house. I had
a feeling this entity was just going to continue to
tak me and play with me because it knew I
was the one that could since see and hear them
the most out of the rest of my family. So
I moved out after that. My parents and my sister
both say like they haven't heard much or seen anything
after that. I was so scared that this entity followed me,
really because I touched it, so I didn't know what
was going to happen. Thankfully, I have not seen or
heard anything since, but I definitely do get nightmares about it.
Still me back in that room, me just being so
still shaken to my core, feeling I can't move. January
twenty twenty, my family decides to move out, and on
the last day, my mom she usually likes to take
video recordings of the house empty, just like for her
records and just to be like, oh, this was a
fun memory. So my dad takes the video instead. He's
taken the video around the house. He's going upstairs and
he hits my room and he says, as soon as
he hits my room, the phone goes dead. It was
fully charged, it was working properly, and it just died
all of a sudden. And when it died, at the
same time, he heard my mom call his name. He
goes out, goes downstairs, doesn't see her, doesn't even see
my sister. So he calls them and he realizes he's
home alone as well because they're gone. He gathered whatever
he had left and took out the house. He waited outside.
He did not want to wait inside the house anymore
because that just freaked him out more. That was the
last of it. We don't know what happened. Who moved
in after us. We told the couple that whoever they
rent the house to next to, like, please advise someone
did pass away, because things did happen. That was a
spooky house I've ever lived in, and I'll definitely remember it.
I definitely do sleep with the nightlights on. I do
believe now that I am a stronger spiritual person. I
do pray more. Got more into charge after that, which
helps me in my belief system. But I definitely get
more hesitant when I do sense something because I don't
know if it's that same thing that's following me or
if it's something new completely, And I hope that I
never experience anything like that again.
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