Mad Haunting

From: Javier Garcia (Meteocal@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Teocaltiche, Jalisco, Mexico
Source: Form Submission

My family moved to that house when I was three years old and were able to handle the haunting for about ten years. This entire block of houses were built in a cemetery were indians were buried and was poorly lit. So as you can imagine, the house was old and dilapidated. Since at the time electricity was a luxury, we lit our house only with candles. The street where the house was located had no street lights so you can only imagine how dark the night would be when we went to sleep.

Shortly after we moved there, my siblings, nine at the time, begun to notice that the night was filled with strange sounds and apparitions. For the first few years my older sisters begun to hear steps in the middle of the patio, and at times, from one room that was empty,noises of a lamenting woman, followed by what seemed an old lady walking with a stick. I remember in the mornings my sisters would tell my dad about what they had heard the previous night and my dad would always blame the cats. Since I was still a child, I would sleep in between my parents and never had to worry about anything. But I do remember that my dad would patrol the house with his flash light several times during the night. Still I had very little comprehension of what was happening.

When I turned ten years old, my mother gave birth to my eleventh sibling. Which meant that I would have to go and share a room with my brother, who at the time was sharing a room with my sisters because he was too afraid of sleeping by himself in his own room. By the time my sister Beky was born, most of my older sisters and brothers had gotten married or left for the USA. There were only my parents and Beky who slept in one room. My two older sisters who slept in the adjacent room and me and my brother who slept in the room that connected with my sister's room. The house was in the form of an "L" By now I had heard all kinds of stories not only from my siblings but also from my mother. My father still continue to blamed the cats. But my father's reluctance to believe would change with what was about to happen directly to me and my brother, which would eventually involve the entire family.

One night my brother and I decided to record the noises. We bought a tape that would last about six hours in both sides and placed the boom box by the door in front of a crack that measured bout 6X2 inches. And yes we had electricity by now. the following morning we played to tape. To our surprise, the tape would reveal some disturbing sounds that even caused our neighbor to get sick. The tape showed that sometime in the middle of the night, after the barking of our dog the door of the empty room was shut closed with a tremendous force, ( I am getting chills as I remember), soon after came the sound of a stick on the floor, followed with what seemed to be the sound of a foot being dragged. This went on for about ten minutes, each time getting closer to the door where my brother and I were sleeping and recording what we later regretted with all our strength. The tape was so disturbing that we had the entire neighborhood knocking our house to hear it. The tape went around the town until It got lost. This was an experience that we would later regret having done, because soon after the tape, the haunting became more fierce and personal.

The final experience would cause our relocation. My father started to think that if we staid there any longer, someone might get hurt. Sure enough, soon after we recorded the occurrences, my brother and I were involved in something that we still talk about twenty years later. Each time we remember we thank God that we locked the door right after we enter the room, which would become the witness of what attacked us that dark, cold, night. I was watching TV in my parents room waiting for my brother. It was about midnight and I was more afraid than usual. I usually never waited for him but something told me to wait for him. Around 1 in the morning my brother finally came and we went to our room. My mother asked us to turn off the patio's light. The switch was located inside my parents room. I remember wanting to ask her to do it after we entered our room because we had to cross that patio to go to our room. That meant that we would have to cross it in the dark. And so we did, but as we were approaching the room I felt a presence in the empty room behind us , and I think my brother did to because he begun to walk faster an faster as we approached our room.

Eventually we found ourselves running across the patio towards our room. When we got there we locked the door immediately and we both looked at each other. Like trying to share what we had just felt. While we were looking at each other something from the out side pushed the door with a tremendous force. Every single crack in the door made a loud squeek. I could tell that this was something other that a human because of the feeling in the air during and before the incident. My brother yelled towards the door, saying that we had a gun. Of course we didn't. After he threatened whatever or whoever was outside, a very scary sound of a hand scratched the door from the very top to the very bottom, while the cracks in the door continued to squeak. By then, we started to scream hysterically and as loud as we could and ran to the very last corner of the room where we continued to scream until our parents came to our aid seconds after we begun to scream. We heard the voice of our dad and mom asking us to come out and we did. We saw that my dad was carrying a bat and my sisters and mother were looking at the floor where all the clothes that were air drying hanging from ropes were all on the floor along with the ropes that had ben snapped of from end to end. We noticed that the ropes were pulled with such force that both ends were snapped of the walls.

We all moved out of that house immediately. That house continued to be inhabited for about ten years after until it was destroyed and a new beautiful residence was built in its place. Whatever was in that house was mean. And only God knows what would have happened if we had staid there any longer. When I share this with others, I get a feeling that they think I am lying. Well I wish I were, but I am not. As a result my brother and I are obsessed and afraid of the dark.