Real Ghost Stories
A Haunting in Mexico
My stories begin from the time I was five or six, I believe. My very first encounter with the paranormal began when my mom, dad, brother and me were visiting some family in mexico and we were staying in this house we used to own down there. Now a little background on the town before I begin. Supposedly the entire town was a battle field type of location. Running through the town was a path that all the soldiers used to get to a certain location. Some people hear the sounds of what seems to be horses and men yelling giving orders and what not. My grandmother lives right next door to a house which she says contains all of that paranormal activity including hearing military men on horses and seeing them as well.
Back in that time there was a lot of deaths because of the battles that were carried out. Any person that was killed was buried right there and then wherever they were killed. So it is said that the entire town is like a cemetery because none of the bodies have ever been removed from the ground. Also at that time, there were many people who would burry any type of money or fortune that they may have had, for fear of it being confiscated. So many of the houses in the town have money underneath them.
In the house that we lived, there used to live a lady and her little son. Now we were told from the very beginning by the person who sold them the house that there was money buried there. Whether the money belonged to the lady we weren't really sure. But I know for a fact that this lady that lived there was the spirit I came in contact with as a child. I found all of this history out when I was sixteen so I had no knowledge of anything that may have gone on when I was young.
I remember we had just gotten to the house. It had been a while since we had visited and it had been the second day that we were in mexico. My parents were cleaning up the rooms we were going to be staying in and they decided that we would all stay in their room for the night. The next morning, it must have been about 7 am. I woke up to the sounds of footsteps in the room. Now I was awake but I kept my eyes closed, thinking it was my mom. The weird thing about all of this was that the footsteps seemed to be walking around the bed constantly. I finally sat up and I could still hear those footsteps but there was no body. I knew that the footsteps were circling the bed and I would follow them like I knew someone was there, I knew their exact location. Every now and then the footsteps would stop right on the side of the bed where I was, as if whatever it was was observing me. Then they would continue. I was younger at that time and for some reason I wasn't scared. I didn't feel like it was threatening in any way. But I did tell my dad the next morning. He thought it was someone on the roof trying to get in. I told him I was sure that it was coming from inside the room. I told him that I was following the footsteps but he just brushed it off.
Also when I was sixteen, it must have been three years before our last visit and my aunt was living in that house. She said that when they walked in, on the wall in the dining room, there were in big letters the name "LETI". Those letters seemed to have been carved into the wall somehow. She didn't think much of it until she started painting the room. She was painting over it when she said her paint brush flew out of her hand and hit the wall behind her.
It was then that this started to interest me, I asked one of my other aunts if she knew anything about the house and she told me about the lady and her son. And how they have been seen at my house.
I know this is long and I apologize but I felt that this was the beginning of all of the things I have experienced throughout my life.
If you believe me or not, that's really up to you but I ask that you have respect as I will do the same for you.
Any thoughts on this story are welcome.
Source : http://www.yourghoststories.com/
More Stories: http://blackboxmystery.blogspot.com/
Back in that time there was a lot of deaths because of the battles that were carried out. Any person that was killed was buried right there and then wherever they were killed. So it is said that the entire town is like a cemetery because none of the bodies have ever been removed from the ground. Also at that time, there were many people who would burry any type of money or fortune that they may have had, for fear of it being confiscated. So many of the houses in the town have money underneath them.
In the house that we lived, there used to live a lady and her little son. Now we were told from the very beginning by the person who sold them the house that there was money buried there. Whether the money belonged to the lady we weren't really sure. But I know for a fact that this lady that lived there was the spirit I came in contact with as a child. I found all of this history out when I was sixteen so I had no knowledge of anything that may have gone on when I was young.
I remember we had just gotten to the house. It had been a while since we had visited and it had been the second day that we were in mexico. My parents were cleaning up the rooms we were going to be staying in and they decided that we would all stay in their room for the night. The next morning, it must have been about 7 am. I woke up to the sounds of footsteps in the room. Now I was awake but I kept my eyes closed, thinking it was my mom. The weird thing about all of this was that the footsteps seemed to be walking around the bed constantly. I finally sat up and I could still hear those footsteps but there was no body. I knew that the footsteps were circling the bed and I would follow them like I knew someone was there, I knew their exact location. Every now and then the footsteps would stop right on the side of the bed where I was, as if whatever it was was observing me. Then they would continue. I was younger at that time and for some reason I wasn't scared. I didn't feel like it was threatening in any way. But I did tell my dad the next morning. He thought it was someone on the roof trying to get in. I told him I was sure that it was coming from inside the room. I told him that I was following the footsteps but he just brushed it off.
Also when I was sixteen, it must have been three years before our last visit and my aunt was living in that house. She said that when they walked in, on the wall in the dining room, there were in big letters the name "LETI". Those letters seemed to have been carved into the wall somehow. She didn't think much of it until she started painting the room. She was painting over it when she said her paint brush flew out of her hand and hit the wall behind her.
It was then that this started to interest me, I asked one of my other aunts if she knew anything about the house and she told me about the lady and her son. And how they have been seen at my house.
I know this is long and I apologize but I felt that this was the beginning of all of the things I have experienced throughout my life.
If you believe me or not, that's really up to you but I ask that you have respect as I will do the same for you.
Any thoughts on this story are welcome.
Source : http://www.yourghoststories.com/
More Stories: http://blackboxmystery.blogspot.com/
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