December 21st, 2008
Ok, Salutations and Greetings to all. First of all I want to wish everyone a Very Merry Christmas. This will probably be my last post to this blog for the year 2008, so a Happy and Prosperous New Year to one and all, hopefully that includes ME. 
Don’t fret though, I am almost finished wrapping up all the back-end tedious stuff to this web-site. And my plan is to post a story a day in 2009. So visit often and get your daily dose. I was actually going to wait until Jan. 1 to write even this, but I got the itch so……….
Since paranormal shows seem to be the trend these days(Ghost Hunters, Ghost Hunters International, Ghost Adventures, Paranormal Stories, A Haunting, Scariest Places on Earth, and all the other shows we know and LOVE). I have decided to add a TRUE Ghost story of my own. Here goes.
One night in about 1990, I was leaving a friend’s house in Canutillo, NM., completely sober mind you, at about 1am. I was going to stay at my Mom’s house in El Paso,TX. because I was borrowing her car (a Nissan Sentra) and she needed it the next morning. Now my friend lived in an area outside of Canutillo where there were only 4 houses on his road, and besides those four there were no houses for a couple of miles. I had just left his particular road and was traveling, at about 55mph, down a road that was about 2 miles long, no houses, no street lights, only Pecan trees as far as the eyes could see on both sides of the road. So this road was pretty SCARY in its own right, without any craziness. But wait ’til ya hear what happened next.
As I was speeding along, as I always did at the age of 18. I saw a pretty weird site about 1/4 mile ahead. It looked like a person walking about 7 or 8 dogs, all on leashes. The dogs looked like German Shepherds, or maybe Huskies. As I got closer I noticed that one of the dogs was in the middle of the street, so I did what anybody would do and tried to flash my brights as a warning that I was coming. Well in that Sentra the way to turn on the brights was on the same lever on the left of the steering wheel that also had a turny-knob on the end that turned the headlights off/on. So you guesed it, as I was trying to FLASH I accidentally turned my headlights OFF. I kinda freaked out, but managed to get the lights back on, just in time to see myself hit the dogs at about 55mph.
I, of course, immediately slammed on my breaks and skidded to a stop. All I could think about was the person holding the leash. I was like, “What have I done?”. Now it took me probably a good 200 feet to come to a complete stop, and I was really afraid that I had dragged this poor person the whole way. When I finally did come to a complete stop, I threw the car in reverse so I could help, assess the situation, and assume fault. As I put the car in reverse, I looked back before backing up, using my reverse lights to make sure I didn’t back over anything. As soon as my reverse lights came on, to my horror I saw the person. It was gruesome, and gives me chills to even write about it, but he/she was wearing a long black hooded robe, and had a hideous white,white, white face. He/she had both palms down on the trunk of my car, and an evil look on his/her pale white face. Now, I am not scared of much, but I felt sheer terror. I threw the car in first and tore outta there. The only thing racing faster than the car was my heart. It was the longest, fastest drive to my mom’s that I had ever experienced.
In retrospect, I realize that at that time I really thought that I had just stared DEATH in the face. This thing really looked like my idea of The Grim Reaper. As the sleepless night went by, and morning came. I had spent the whole night trying to logically explain to myself what had happened. The next day, as soon as I thought my friend was awake, I called him. I didn’t want to say too much right off the bat, so I fished round. I asked him if any of his neighbors had mentioned anything about any of their dogs. He said that none of his neighbors had a dog, except for maybe a little Yorkie a couple of houses down. He, of course, asked me why I was asking. After I related the whole story to him, he said, (and this is the kicker) ” Dude, I’m not trying to freak you out, but the same thing happened to my dad last week.” No explanation, no joke. It was just one of those unexplainable mysteries that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Got a similar story? I’d love to hear it. Just throw it in the comment box. CHEERS
March 6th, 2009 at 7:07 am
No comments? Strange. I’m sure there are people who have experiences out there, but talking about them is too freaky.
I live with my husband of 34 years, and 2 granddaughters, 13 and 14. Long before they were thought of, when my children lived at home, there was a night that I was walking down the hallway past the kitchen doorway, there could have been 2 doors put there, but there was none, just an open space. The kitchen was dark, but I saw my daughter, who was 9 at that time, walk from the kitchen table to the refrigerator. This had to be about 2 seconds, I was still walking to the living room, thinking ‘what’s Audrey doing in the dark kitchen?’. There in the living room my 9 year old daughter sit on the couch, and everyone else was accounted for.
Not long after this, maybe a few weeks later, my 15 year old daughter said “Audrey, what are you doing going into my bedroom?”. Audrey called from the other end of the house, “I’m in here on the computer,” which was in a bedroom off the living room in the front of the house. So, who did she see going into her bedroom? This little girl we both saw looked so much like Audrey!
Another time, the kids and I came home from town, and I only had a key to the back door. Several of the kids went back there to come to the front so I wouldn’t have to carry the groceries through the muddy back yard. Both my 15 year old and 13 year old son saw this little girl walk in front of their almost 17 year old sister, though the 17 year old didn’t see her. Audrey was out front with me, so it wasn’t her.
A couple of years later, my 15 year old (by then 17) needed to go into town and was going to stop by where her older sister was living. Later she told me that she felt the little girl was in the back seat of the car, though my daughter was the only one physically in the car. When she came home, the car was empty except for my daughter, no feeling of the passenger.
Oh, I didn’t mention the times this same daughter had found pieces of her hair missing. She always shut and locked her door at night, because she felt safer. Strange, that scares me to be locked in my room. Anyway, three different times hair had been cut, part of her bangs, some right at the top (the small ends stuck up), and at the back of her head. Nowhere was hair found on her bed, floor, or anywhere else. She had a pair of scissors in a certain drawer in her dresser, and each time her hair had been cut, the scissors couldn’t be found, until she was cleaning her room! She is a neat-freak, so she would never have left the scissors anywhere except in that drawer!
So, after that ride into town, the older daughter had some unexplained things happen…the oven being turned on to the lowest setting, but she had never used that oven…the back door opened just a little, but the dead bolt had been put in place, and the strange thing is, the dead bolt was still in position as if it was in the door jam. Just little things like that. After my daughter moved out of the house, people moved in and out so fast, it was like a revolving door!
The little girl wasn’t the only one in our home. There were two men, we never saw them, we felt them. Strange sounds, a feeling that someone is standing behind you, you know how it is. One time I felt really bugged by a presence, so I vocally told him that he was to leave my house, that there was an empty house down the road he was welcome to inhabit. He left! Two weeks later, to the day, I had to get up to go to the little room in the middle of the night, and at the end of the hallway between the kids’ rooms, I felt an anger, as if I could reach out and touch it. He was back! He was angry. I quickly got back to my room, covered up and snuggled up next to my husband, who, by the way, never feels or sees anything!
We had to tear the old house down almost 4 years ago because it was literally falling in around us. All these years we nicknamed the one that has been here the most “Bob”. Well, Bob didn’t like the idea of losing the house. He didn’t do anything, just a feeling I had throughout the whole house. My granddaughters were 10 and 11, all my children had left home, so my husband moved the three of us girls in town until the house was finished. He and 3 of our children knocked down the house and burned what they could. We have Mennonites in our area, so we got them to build the house. I highly recommend them! Our house was, from foundation to finishing touch, finished in 6 weeks! It is beautiful. We didn’t want fancy anything, but it is wonderful.
And Bob seems to be at home here. Yes, he is still around. The other man? No idea what happened to him.
One time not too many months ago, a few of the kids and I were talking about “them”, and one of the granddaughters asked me what we called the other one. For some reason, the name “Dan” came out of my mouth. I didn’t even know it was in my thoughts! Our middle daughter has done some research on the property since then, and found out that sometime in the late 1800s to early 1900s, two men had a house not a whole lot more than a lean-to built on our property north of our house, and a young girl about 9 or 10 lived with them. I can’t remember what she said the one’s name was, but the other was Daniel. They were brothers, but don’t know the relationship of the little girl.
They live among us! As long as Bob doesn’t bother me, he’s welcome to stay. There have been other things happen, like when the microwave was turning on and off and flashing “FOOD”, which was not something it was supposed to be able to do, but that’s a total other story! Yes, sometimes when I’m by myself at night, I get a little freaked out. But, I have a lab who lets me know if something isn’t right, she’s a good watch dog.
Happy haunting!
March 18th, 2009 at 12:59 am
To be honest with ya. I hadn’t had one comment that wasn’t SPAM hit my in-box in forever and had pretty much given up on this site. Then all of a sudden I actually start getting comments. As you can imagine, life gets a little hectic sometimes (Good Name Gone). I am so glad I checked today. I enjoyed reading your comment and I have very short story that you just reminded me of. Just something eerie that happened to me once. I gotta remember “TOAST” Okay, got it. NExt story TOAST!
May 2nd, 2010 at 12:36 pm
Quality post,I look forward to many more post from you.