Do you believe . . . in ghosts? Here's a spooky story from personal experience...

[TessaNoel]

This is a spooky story from my own personal experience.

When we initially moved to San Antonio, we lived in a duplex townhouse in Southeast San Antonio in an area called "Fratt".  My hubby contracted for the Air Force and would often have to travel to one of the port mortuaries (either at Dover, Delaware or Travis AFB out of Sacramento, California).  Mason was only about 3 years old at the time that this happened. 

When hubby traveled, I would put Mason in my bed at night and I would lock us in my bedroom upstairs.  I had several items by the bed such as a bat, a hammer, and a screwdriver, just in case I needed a weapon.  I would read until I could not keep my eyes open any longer and would fall asleep from sheer exhaustion.  This particular night I fell asleep and woke up suddenly about 2 in the morning when I heard something downstairs.  I can't tell you how long I lay in the bed listening before I finally got the courage to get up and open the bedroom door.

The small hallway was as dark as it could be and I gingerly stuck my hand out in the  hall, felt around for the lightswitch, and turned the light on.  Mason was just a toddler so I had one of those tall childgates set up at the top of the stairs.  I tried peering down the stairs but couldn't see anything because it was dark as a tomb down there.  All the while I was listening (my ears had probably grown to the size of small sattelite dishes).  I finally decided that I would have to crawl over that child gate and creep downstairs.  Wouldn't you know it but the light switch to turn on those downstairs lights was at the bottom of the staircase.

I crept down the stairs . . . slowly . . . one by one . . . listening between each step I took.  After what seemed like an eternity, I made it to the bottom and flipped that light switch.  Glorious, wonderful light flooded the room . . . and to my horror, the Mammy Vacuum Cleaner Cover was all askew . . . like someone had run by her and grabbed her causing her to be twisted on the vacuum.  The couch and love seat had been against the two outer walls when I went to bed that evening.  Both couch and loveseat were strategically placed with a window behind each of them.  One panel of the curtains (for each window) was draped across the ends of the furniture and one corner of both pieces was pulled away from the wall/window, as if someone had thrown the curtain back and was trying to get out the window.

Talk about terrified, or rather TERRIFIED, at that point.  My heart was racing and I know that I was on the verge of hyperventilating.  I checked all the doors, the sliding glass door and all the windows.  The stick was still in the track for the sliding glass door.  Every window and every door was locked.  I knew they were locked before I even checked them.  You see, I am OCD and I had checked them several times before going to bed. 

I'll have to tell you that it gives me the eebie-jeebies just sitting here relating this story and it causes the hair on my arms and the back of my neck to stick up.

I have no idea what was downstairs that night (and I really don't want to know) but I will tell you that my neighbors that lived in the other half of that townhouse duplex always had weird things happening on their side.  Even when the one neighbor moved out and another moved in, strange things happened.  I never told the 2nd set of neighbors what the 1st set had related to me UNTIL the 2nd set started telling me about all the strange happenings, like their Camcorder would just suddenly turn on . . . all by itself (this happened one day when I went to check on their cat while they were gone out of town - it didn't take me long to beat a hasty retreat)!  Or, their cat would suddenly stop, look at something (that wasn't there) and then take off like the Devil himself was after him.  Lights would come on by themselves and there would be lots of strange noises. 

[ledwards484]

Oct. 21, 2008 at 4:05 PM

That's creepy!!!  I believe in ghosts.  My mother has had several experiences over the years, and my grandmother did, too.  I do believe I saw my grandfather one night when I was about 6 or 7.  He had just passed away, and I woke up during the night, and I swear I saw him standing in the doorway.  I don't think I ever told my parents, but I like to think he was watching over my sister and me while we slept. 

[older]

Oct. 21, 2008 at 4:18 PM

I BELEIVE!!! MY DAUGHTER WHO IS NOW 31 LIVES IN THE HOUSE SHE WAS BORN IN AND THE LAST PLACE HER GRANDFATHER LIVED BEFORE HE DIED 23 YEARS AGO.  SHE SWEARS THAT HIS SPIRIT STILL LIVES THERE, ALL KINDS OF WEIRD THINGS HAVE HAPPENED TO HER THERE, FROM, LIGHTS SWITCHING TO AURAS IN ALL THE PHOTOS SHE TAKES INSIDE THE HOUSE.  ONCE SHE TOOK A PICTURE OF THE TV SCREEN BECAUSE ONE OF HER DOGS WAS JUST STARING AT IT AND BARKING, AND WHAT CAME OUT IN THE PHOTO WAS A PROFILE OF A MAN WITH THE LIKENESS OF HER GRANFATHER.  SHE DOESN'T FEEL THREATEN BY ANY OF IT, YES, I DEFENITELY BELEIVE!

[TessaNoel]

Oct. 21, 2008 at 5:22 PM

I believe, too!  This is just one of the spooky things that has happened.

(Original Poster)