This is more of a compilation of stories that were told to me by my mom and dad. When they first got married and were waiting for their house to finish being built, they moved into a tiny house right next door to my grandmother's house. My grandma's house already had a reputation for being haunted (as you've read in my previous posts) but its activity was nothing compared to this tiny house.
Mexico can have pretty harsh winters, and one night, seeing that there was really nothing else to do, my parents decided to watch a scary movie after dinner. If I remember correctly, the movie was Hasta El Viento Tiene Miedo (even the wind is afraid) so the spooky vibes were front and center. Having already done the dishes, they felt they could finally relax and headed towards their bedroom to watch their movie. Unfortunately for them, they would soon be interrupted in the strangest way. Not too long into the film, they heard what my mom could only describe as an "explosion" in the kitchen. Both her and my dad were startled and jumped out of bed quickly to investigate the situation. At first, they couldn't really tell what had happened, but they soon realized that one of the dinner plates was broken. Out of all of the plates on the dish rack, the plate in the very center had exploded into tiny little pieces. Strangely, all of the surrounding plates were completely untouched.
My parents were confused, and unsurprisingly freaked out but they decided to clean up the mess and head back to finish watching their movie. The rest of the night was normal.
On a separate occasion, while my mother was alone at the house, she saw the shadow of a man wearing a hat. This was a very short time after her father had passed away so she wasn't too afraid and figured it may have been him. This happened on several occasions and it almost became a regular thing. One afternoon though, as my mom passed the room where the shadow usually appeared, someone caressed the back of her head. She said she clearly felt a hand slowly caressing her curly hair as she passed by but when she turned around, there was nobody there. This freaked her out a little but it was an isolated incident.
Perhaps the scariest of the stories was about the time that my mom was so terrified to stay in the house alone, that she ran next door to stay with my grandma. When my older brother was a baby, she had put him down for his nap in the room where the shadow usually appeared. She was in the kitchen and she heard some rustling in the room so she ran in to investigate. When she walked in, she was shocked to see a dust devil spinning wildly in the middle of the room. With absolutely no way for it to have entered the house, my mom was super confused and scared. In the middle of it all, the dust devil knocked down a mirror that was in the bedroom and it shattered around my brother. It missed him entirely. A few days later, while she was folding laundry in that same room, she noticed a rocking chair slowly start to rock on its own. At first, she tried to tell herself that she may have bumped it somehow so she went to stop it and continued folding laundry. A few minutes later, she turned around to find that the rocking chair was rocking again. She was a little more disturbed this time but she again, stopped it and continued folding. Not long after, as she turned to put away the clothes, she noticed the rocking chair rocking violently to the point that there was no way she could explain it away. She quickly grabbed my brother and left the house immediately. She refused to stay there alone and they moved shortly after.
Years after, when I was about 6, all of my cousins and I were playing in my grandma's house. Her house is set up rather strangely. It is a 2 story house but you have to walk outside into her garden and take the stairs out there to reach the 2nd floor. The staircase acted as a fence for her house and the house next door could easily be seen from the upstairs terrace. One day while we were out playing, one of my cousins started laughing uncontrollably. We all asked her what she was laughing about and she turned to us and said "the guy is about to trip Belen" (the tenant at the time). We all looked around but we could not see anyone. A few minutes later, we see Belen trip and hurt herself pretty badly. My cousin then burst into laughter and then said "he tripped her! He put his leg in front of her and he tripped her!" The woman was so terrified that she actually had a priest come bless her home.
As far as we know, the hauntings continue in that home. Someone had mentioned that while they were doing a renovation years back, they had actually found some human remains but I can't be certain on that since I don't live nearby. Whatever the case, I hope that whatever spirits reside within the home are able to find peace.
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