Some of my earliest memories involve me listening to my family tell their encounters with the paranormal. From the age of 5 or 6, I remember not really being afraid of such things. One of the first movies I watched was actually 'The Exorcist' and I remember loving it.
Ever since then, my love for the paranormal has grown into what I actually could call an obsession.
I was born in Monterrey, Mexico. As many people know, Mexico is no stranger to folklore and tales from things unknown. I grew up hearing people talk about witches and women crying for their lost children. But none of that ever registered as scary in my brain. They were just stories people told. At least that's what I always thought.
Slowly, I started realizing weird things would happen in our house. For example, I remember my mother being in the laundry room while I watched t.v sitting in a sofa. The laundry room had a window that looked out directly into the living room so she could keep an eye on us. One night, as I was sitting watching a TV show about ghosts (shocker!) I remember seeing my mom do a double take out of the corner of my eye. It was really fucking weird. She waited a few seconds then came back into the living room and asked me if I had gotten up to use the restroom. I looked at her really confused and said "No. I've been here the whole time." The look of confusion on my mom's face made me question her, but she shrugged it off and walked away to continue the laundry.
Later that night, as she was putting me to bed, she asked me once again. "Are you sure that you didn't get up and walk to the bathroom?" It was dark, and I remember I got a little scared because she was acting super weird. "Yeah, I'm sure. Why do you keep asking me that?" I replied. She quickly responded and said "No.. no reason. I just thought I saw you walk into the bathroom. Must have just been my eyes." My heart started to beat a little bit faster and I think I was more afraid of how she was acting and not of what she might have seen. Regardless, that night I asked her to stay and sleep in the room with me.
A short time later, my mother saw something in the middle of the night. Now, keep in mind that I didn't hear about this until years later. I'm talking almost a decade. We had already moved to the U.S and I was obviously much older so the story stuck with me.
My mom says that she had woken up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. We only had a single bathroom in our house so she had to walk out into the hallway in the dark. This was in 96 or 97 so there were no smart phones available for lighting.
Our house had a strange layout since it was quite small so the bathroom faced directly into the entrance of the kitchen. When she finally reached the bathroom, she sat down but left the door open since no one was awake. She said that as she was using the bathroom, she saw a small silhouette of a kid materialize in the kitchen and it walked ever so slowly into the living room. The weirdest thing she describes is the way that it looked. She describes it as it being "filled with TV static". She told me that as soon as she saw it walking closer and she realized that she was not asleep but she was in fact, most definitely seeing something, her blood ran cold and she rushed out of the bathroom and into the room. She kept that story from me for years and when she finally told me, I've got to admit that I was glad we didn't live in that house anymore.
From then on, I always asked her if she had any more stories to share and I would also hang around the adults when the subject came up. I have so many stories to tell. Some are from family and others are things that I experienced myself. I'm excited to share them all with you and hopefully, some of you guys will be encouraged to share some of your own.
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