Footsteps

From: Angellica (lacrazyclown2@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Guanajuato, MX
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Apr 15 11:12:46 2009

This year in May, my family and I went on a vacation to visit my father's family in mexico. We went for the annually Cinco De Mayo festival held in the small ranch my father grew up in. Being mexican american myself I knew all about the ghosts and superstitions my family has. But, on this trip I learned this the hard way.

My aunt had told me about the strange occurances that have happened in the house. She had seen a face around the corner of the wall. That one night she went to the kitchen to get water and heard something calling her name from the bathroom and after she looked a pair of bright red eyes shone through the darkness of the bathroom. I of course was skeptical but intrigued. My brother was also scared he had an expierence of his own on this trip.

We were at my uncles house for the first week, and I had the only seperate room my little girl cousins room. Every night I would wake up all of a sudden and her tiny little footsteps running all around my bed when I would sit up they would stop. I nearly ran out of that room. I stayed with my brothers that night and for the rest of that trip.

The next morning I told my aunt about what had happened the night before. She smiled and said it was the ghost of a little girl. She had heard her only once before a few years back. She had heard her crying and saw a shadow in the corner of the room I was then sleeping in. When she asked what was wrong she faded away. I knew the ghost wasn't malicious but I rather not open up doors that need to stay shut.

As for my brothers ghostly encounter, we had gone to the Cinco De Mayo festival and my other little brothers had wanted to come home and sleep. So we walked home with my cousin's husband. The oldest brother stayed behind. The next morning we all woke up and had some breakfast. My brother had walked back home around midnight by himself.

He didn't seem anxious or anything so I left it alone. I walked to the store to get a soda and I saw a bright yellow cross on the edge of the sidewalk a big tree behind the little cross shading it from the sun it seemed like. I went back home and my brother was present when I asked what was the little cross for. My aunt responded that a little boy had fallen from the bed of a truck and got run over at the same time he died on that sidewalk.

I looked at my brother his face was drained and white. He got up and walked away. Later that day he looked so anxious....and almost scared. I asked him what was wrong, he told me his story. He said he was walking back from the festival by himself. He was a little ways way from the house and he came onto a street light and he took a break. He looked accross the street and he said there was the tree and the light was shining on it and he said he saw a little boy standing there. The shadows covered his face but the body still visable. The little boy waved at my brother and my brother waved back and went on his way.

He looked at me and said that tree was were the bright yellow cross was. Where the little boy had died. We both shivered and never mentioned it again.

If anyone else has had this type of expierence be sure to contact me I love this site. Sorry for it being so long but thank you for reading.