In my first post, I wrote about 2 of the earliest memories that I had involving the paranormal. But rest assured that they are by no means the only stories that I have. In this post, I want to dive into a few different stories that I was told as a kid and some stories that I just happened to overhear when the adults thought I was busy playing. This is a compilation of sorts and they are by no means in any particular order.
One of the first stories that comes to mind is from my grandmother's house in Mexico. Both of my grandmother's houses were said to be haunted, but one of them had even more of a reason to be so as my grandpa passed away in the home in the early 90's. Now, I'm not entirely sure of how many spirits were actually supposed to be there. I recall hearing different tales of strange things that happened all throughout the house including the garden and the "guest house" in the back.
After my grandpa died, my grandma continued to live in the house with 2 of her children. My uncle and his wife moved into the tiny guest house in the back and my other aunt lived inside the main house. My uncle, who we will call Saul ('cause that's actually his name) once told my dad about some strange lights that he would see inside the house and even in the outdoor shower they built. The strange thing is that he said the lights seemed to have a mind of their own. He recalls trying to catch the orbs of light and that they would "swim" through his fingers and move around to avoid being captured. Almost as if they were made of some sort of liquid. One day, while he was in the shower, he started seeing the lights against the cinder-block. He at first thought that it may be light coming from outside through some cracks but as he put his hand in front of it, the light stayed underneath his hand and as he went to touch it, it moved. He then called his wife to make sure he wasn't going crazy and he was shocked that the light was still there and it continued to behave the same way when she tried to capture it. While it was strange, they weren't really afraid, they were more confused than anything. They kind of let it go and it wasn't really brought up after that.
That was until my other aunt mentioned what she had experienced...
My aunt who we'll call Sylvia (again, that's actually her name) lived inside of the main house with my grandma. She used to help my grandmother out and would water her plants and feed her tortoises out in the garden. It's important to note that the garden and the guest house were connected by a path. The garden wrapped around one side of the house and led to the back where the bathroom and the guest house were.
Anyway, one day while my aunt was filling up some buckets with water, she felt a tug on her shirt from behind her. She turned around and there was nobody there but she figured maybe somehow her shirt had gotten caught on a branch somewhere. She continued without incident. A few days later, while she was bent over picking up a bucket, she again felt something tug on her skirt. This time, she was nowhere near the plants and the tug was most definitely more aggressive than the first time. She turned around and was startled when she realized she was alone. This happened to her a few more times but she decided not to mention it to anyone to avoid scaring them.
One afternoon while they were all sitting around talking, the subject happened to come up. My uncle then brought up the lights he had seen and my aunt Sylvia mentioned what had been happening to her in the garden. When she finished telling her story, my uncle's wife became pale. Apparently, she had experienced the same thing and had also decided to keep it to herself. The only difference is that my uncle's wife claimed to have also heard a child's voice coming from the back of the garden (by where their house was) but she decided to tell herself it was probably some kids from next door playing in their yards. Though in the back of her mind, she doubted herself since she had experienced something before this that was absolutely, undeniably real to her.
The event that occurred is actually both terrifying and sad. My uncle's wife "E" had a hard time sleeping one night. She felt uneasy but couldn't explain why. When she finally was able to drift off to sleep, she was awakened to the feeling of ice cold hands holding onto both of her ankles. It jolted her awake and paralyzed her in fear. She looked around the room and couldn't see anything but she still felt the cold hands against her skin. She finally sat up and woke my uncle up to tell him what had just happened to her. She knew she had not been sleeping and she could in fact, still feel that her ankles were a different temperature than the rest of her legs. She was shaken up but my uncle talked her down and they went back to sleep.
Early the next morning, "E" received a call that her sister had drowned in a lake and they had just found her body. She was obviously devastated but she took comfort in the fact that her sister had come to say goodbye to her the night before. My uncle and her were sure that it couldn't have been anything other than that. They've stuck to that explanation to this day.
The last story is actually one from my dad. I'm including it here since it also happened in the guest house but it's a fairly short encounter. I believe this happened a short time after my grandpa (his dad) passed away. Again, this was in the early 90's. My dad had been staying over at my grandma's house to help her in whatever way he could. At the time, the guest house was actually empty except for a cot, a dresser and a few other things. One afternoon while my dad was taking a nap, he felt the cot moving. He looked up and didn't see anything and since he wasn't immediately scared, he went back to sleep. Later that night, he returned to the guest house and as he was winding down, he began to stare at the wall to tire himself enough to fall asleep. As he closed his eyes, he heard breathing behind him and he actually felt the cot behind him sink down as if someone had sat down. He quickly got up and turned around and when he didn't see anyone there, he decided to leave the guest house and sleep in the main house instead. My dad believes that it could have been my grandpa trying to let him know he was there. He had another experience later on that proved to him that my grandpa was around, but that will be for a different time.
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Thanks for reading! If you have any stories you'd like to share, you can email them to me at TheMacabreGarden@gmail.com I plan to start a podcast in the near future where I will read stories people send to me.
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