Mesquite Stories

From: Dawn (thelightsareon@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Dallas, Tx.
Source: Form Submission

Ok, this is the first time I have ever done this and I'm not much of a story teller, but I'll try so please bear with me. This is a long story (and may need to be split up into several stories, but I will title them Mesquite Stories 1,2 and so on. As I said, it is a long story as it spans the 40 year period of my life.

My story takes place in Mesquite, Texas, which is a suburb of Dallas, and actually begins in 1971 when my mother married my stepdad and we moved into his house. When they got married, we, my mother, myself, 2 sisters and brother (my mother had 4 children and he had 2) moved into his 2 bedroom mobile home in the older part of Mesquite (not the type where the children run around naked and the women check their mail in their robes and curlers). Lol. Since his sons had the smaller bedroom, the 4 of us kids had to sleep on roll-away beds in the living room, but later they built on some extra bedroom to accomodate the large family. To protect them I will change their names and hope if they ever read this they wont kill me! Lol! OK, now to the story.

For the first few years nothing ever really happened, or perhaps we didnt notice it as we were pretty social people. Anyway, the entity, or whatever it was, seemed to focus on my youngest sister who was about 5 or 6 at the time, who I'll call Cassie. Strange things only happened when she was asleep. She would start talking in a mans deep voice, threatening my middle sister Lou (Im the oldest). The voice frightened us as we knew there was no way her squeeky little voice could go that deep.

There was one night when my middle sister, who I'll call Lou (she was about 9 or 10) had a friend over for the night. Lou and her friend were in her bedroom with the door closed, playing music and eating cheese which they were cutting with a small paring knife. Everyone else in the house was asleep when Cassie came barging into Lou's room with her eyes closed. She reached for the knife which Lou was holding and when she jerked back, Cassie, in that deep voice, said "give me the knife, I want to kill you."

Being a little smarter than that, Lou would not give it to her so Cassie stormed out and sounds of kitchen drawers could be heard opening and slamming. Worried, Lou locked her door and the next morning when she came out, Cassie didnt remember anything and was indignant when we suggested she might be possessed. Lou also told my mother what had happened, but of course she didnt believe either.

The next incident is hard to put into words, but Ill try to make it understandable. I was sleeping in Cassies bed as she had fallen asleep on the floor. Ok, I guess a description of the house is needed for this part. Picture a long mobile home with 2 extra rooms built onto about half of one side of it, adjoining to the main house by one door off of the sons bedroom. Anyway, Cassie had moved into the sons bedroom as they had both moved out (my step brothers) and my younger brother, whom Ill call Jr. was in the front part while Lou was at the back bedroom.

Anyway, I had just laid down in Cassies bed and as I said before, she was asleep in the floor next to me. My brother Jr was in his bed and Lou was in her room. We heard a noise from outside so we automat ically jumped up when Cassie jumped up and looked in the direction as well. I got freaked out because I could see through the wall and was looking directly at our dog who was outside. At the same time Jr had heard a noise from my sisters room and looked in time to see her get out of bed, put on her robe, OPEN THE DOOR and walk out on her way to the restroom. Needless to say, Jr. freaked as well as he then realized he had looked through her door to see her. Cassie laid back down to sleep and everything was back to normal. We told my mother about it, but being the 'I dont believe if I cant see" kind of person, she didnt believe us.

One day my best friend Melissa and I decided to go "cruising" in her mothers car (she had permission). Anyway, Lou begged to go with us and since we werent going to do anything special we both allowed our little sisters to go.

We went to Mercury Road (an old road that was seldom travelled anymore. There was one place where a couple and their 7 children supposedly burned when their house caught fire. The only evidence that a house once stood there was a chimney and a really old shed that was about 50 feet from the rubble. We decided to go out there and mess around. As soon as we got there, the younger girls jumped out of the car and ran around trying to see what would happen. They walked toward the small shed and as soon as they entered the door slammed shut. Melissa and I were still in the car but we heard the bang and a mans hysterical laugh and looked up in time to see them run screaming toward us. The shed door was banging open and closed and the laughter sounded so eerie it sent chills up my spine. I opened the back door to let the girls in while Melissa started the car and we got the h$## out of there.

OK, fast forward a couple of years, a lot of things happened but nothing REALLY weird. Doors would jerk open or slam shut, lights would flicker, things would disappear, but there were kids in the house, so we got blamed.

One night, Cassie and Jr were sharing a room at the ti me, though I cant remember why. Anyway, I didnt see this but from the look on his face and the experiences we had shared I believed him. They were sleeping on bunkbeds, Cassie on top and Jr on bottom. He said he got up to go to the restroom one night and since he knew his way around he didnt bother turning on the lights. On his way back he noticed a greenish blue light emanating from his room. As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw Cassie hovering about 6 inches above her bed and this light was all around her. Scared, almost to the point of screaming, he ran to Lou's room and tried for a long time to wake her so she could see, but she would not budge. So he crawled in bed with her and stayed there, awake, the rest of the night. Of course when he told my mother, she laughed and chalked it up to dreams or over active imagination.

Fast forward a few more years with nothing but lights flickering, doors opening and slamming shut and only minor occurances. Isnt it strange how things seem to happen in spurts? I was married, had a 2 year old daughter and had rented a mobile home on the same street as my mother. My brother and sisters spent a lot of time at my house.

One day Lou and Cassie were there with me and my daughter. We were in my bedroom as the central a/c had gone out and the window unit was in my room. I had been living there for about a month with no strange phenomenon (sp?) and was happy to be away from it. This day, though, would change that! Cassie, now around 10 or 11 was being silly and doing "commercials" for our amusement. She would do commercials, word for word, with silly voices she had for each one.

She was in the middle of "I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Weiner" when both her feet flew out from under her and she fell in S-L-O-W motion. At the same time, my daughters doll, which was laying on my dresser, picked up one arm and one leg and turned over on its side. Lou and I both saw it and we froze. Ok, trying to be rational I decided it must have been the vibrations from Cassie hitting the floo r, although we still dont know what tripped her or made her fall in slow motion. As soon as Cassie stood up, the doll turned back onto its back and remained still.

Cassie was complaining of dizziness and said she felt like she had been falling forever. As one, Lou and I both jumped up, I grabbed my daughter and left that house. We went to stay at my mothers until my husband got home. We told him what had happened and though I dont think he believed us, he went along with it. He walked me home and stood guard while I tore the head, legs and arms from that doll and put it in a trashbag. The next morning we BOTH took it out and watched the garbage man put it in his truck.

The next night it was back sitting on my bed. I freaked, but since my husband was there I put on a brave front and started tearing the doll apart again. This time I placed each piece in different boxes that we had stacked on top of one another on my daughters bedroom closet. Then I closed and locked the door thinking there was no way it could get out. Wrong. The next day it was back. Needless to say, we packed up everything and moved to California.

Several years passed with nothing strange happening. When we came back to Texas, however, it started again. My husband got a job as truck driver so I had to spend a couple of months with my mother. About 2 weeks later my cousin died and came back to say goodbye. Though the thought is comforting now, at the time it terrified Lou and I, who both saw her, but of course my mother still wouldnt believe us. I was grown and would like to think I had matured but my mother flat refused to believe us.

I guess it was a couple of weeks later Lou and I were talking about how Cassie used to talk in a mans voice and each had thought it was a dream or imagination but we both remembered it so we knew we werent crazy. But nothing had happened in a long time so we wondered.

Anyway, one day my husband was home (at my mothers) and there were a lot of people there. At least 10 or 12 people, but once again my mother wasnt the re. Cassie decides to do "commercials" but this time she was sitting on the arm of the couch. As soon as she got to the same part in the song as last time, she fell backward off the couch, in S-L-O-W motion. Everyone saw this and just froze. We had told our story but I guess no one had really believed us, till now!!! Anyway, without a word, Cassie got up from the floor and walked over to the other couch, laid down and began masturbating. In front of everybody! We were all too stunned to do anything for several seconds but finally I went over and told her to stop it, and she threw her hands up in the air and denied doing anything like that. I know I didnt imagine it, we ALL saw it.

Fast forward a few more years, My husband and I are divorced and I am living with another man whom Ill call Lee. I realized too late that he was not the type to work, but once in the relationship I was too afraid to leave him. He drank a lot of was abusive.

At this time we were living in a rundown motel with kitchenette. Lou was staying with us as she could not get along with my stepfather. This "room" was more like an apartment as it had a living room, 1 bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, in that order as you came in the door. There was 2 doors in the living room, both leading to the same place, my bedroom. Since there wasnt an overhead light in there, I had bought an old lamp to sit on the end table.

One night, it was Lous birthday, we had a couple of her friends over and were taking pictures. On every photo, regardless of how her head was pointing, Lou had a halo over her head. Most pictures were group photos, but the halo was very unmistakably over her head. WEIRD! I had an instamatic camera, the kind that produced the photo and spits it out immediately so we noticed it right away. We tried turning off the lamp, all the lights and still, it was there!

At night she would call me and when I would run in there (she slept on the floor in the living room) she said she could hear a lady singing in her ear. I laid down and at first could not hear anything, but then I did and it was such a beautiful, sad song. This was definitely not a radio somewhere in the building. As soon as you sat up, the sound was gone.

One night we were sitting around talking about ghosts and such when my boyfriend suggested we go to the Lancaster cemetary. He claimed that there is a statue there that comes to life at midnight if a man kisses her. Thinking it would be exciting, we climbed in the car and went (Lou's boyfriend went with us). We got there about 10 minutes early and sat in the car talking about how spooky it was.

At midnight Lou and I watched as the men climbed up onto the statue (she stood on a pedestal about 5 feet off the gro und). At exactly midnight both guys kissed her and then we heard them scream and fall all over each other trying to climb down. Thinking they were joking, we laughed at their antics, until we saw their faces. They were terrified and needless to say, we followed as they ran to the car.

As soon as we jumped in, the car was rolling and then I realized Lou wasnt with us. I yelled "stop!" and we all nearly jumped out of our skin when Lou started banging on the door and yelling "let me in!!!" I opened the door and she jumped in, crying. She said she had seen the statue moving. I was freaked out over the whole situation but didnt believe the statue had really come to life (I hadnt seen her move) but my boyfriend showed me where his shirt was torn. When I still didnt believe, he promised to bring me back during the day to prove it. Sure enough, there was a piece of the shirt he had word clutched in the statues hand.

I have been back there several times and whenever she is holding anything, it is always different. I dont know what happens to the ,aterial when she grabs someone else though.

Fast forward a few more years. My "boyfriend" was finally out of my life, I heard he went to prison. Anyway, I was remarried. My then husband and I rented an apartment and everything was wonderful for the first year. One night we were arguing and it was almost like he became possessed. He got violent and then tried to rape me. Being the stubborn woman I am, I was trying to fight him off. All of a sudden the phone started ringing so I managed to get away and ran to answer it. As soon as I picked it up, I started crying, then my husband did too. We suddenly realized that we didnt have the phone turned on yet. I even grabbed the cord and brought it up to show him, it was not plugged into the wall. He apologized for his behavior and swears he doesnt know what made him do that, but I know God or an angel was protecting me that night. We talked about everything and straightened everything out. As soon as we got back into bed, the rocking chair in our room began rocking. I thanked "whatever was there" and the chair stopped suddenly and everything was back to normal.

Ok, fast forward a few more years, to the present. There are a lot more things I could tell you, but I dont want to bore you, besides, Im worried about the length of my story.

About 12 years ago my sister Lou and I were living together, splitting the rent in order to make ends meet as money was tight. One night she rented some movies and my oldest daughter begged me to let her stay up to watch them with us. Since it was a week night I told her no but promised she could watch them the next day after school. A little while later I heard a noise coming from one of the bedrooms and got up to go check on the girls.

As soon as I rounded the corner I saw the figure of a person, it was blacker than the darkness in my oldest daughters bedroom. Thinking it was her sneaking up to watch the movies I got mad and told her to ger back in bed. Then proceeded to go in there to get onto her.. I knew when the "figure" saw me and watched it run to the other side of the room. Still thinking it was my daughter I listened for the rattling noise her bed makes. She slept in one of those old day beds made of brass. You couldnt touch that bed without hearing those sounds.

Anyway, I stormed into her room and stopped dead in my tracks. My daughter was in bed fast asleep. I searched under her bed, in her closet, everywhere, but nothing. I immediately ran into my room to check on my youngest daughter who was then about a 1 1/2 years old. She seemed fine but I could still feel my heart beating in my throat! I went in and told Lou what had happened and she blamed it on the horror movies we were watching, but I KNOW what I saw. Nothing else ever happened there.

Fast forward another year. I got a job as an apartment manager in Richardson, Tx. Lou was still living with me as we both hoped to be able to save some money since I didnt have to pay rent or utilities. Though unmarried, we were both pregnate at this tim e, but I later miscarried mine when I fell down a flight of stairs.

Anyway, one night after the girls were asleep I went into my room to read for a little while. I know I wasnt asleep because I was sitting up in bed when I felt someone looking at me. I looked up at the door which was the only access to this room and saw a figure standing there. I wasnt black or gassy or green as a lot of the stories I have read here seem to be. This was in the shape of a man in a business suit and reminded me of, hmm, how do I explain? OK, you know when youre driving down a long highway in the summer and way up ahead of you it looks kind of shimmery? Thats what this looked like.

Anyway, he just stood there in my doorway, staring at me while I was staring at him. I did not feel threatened but was a bit unnerved to say the least. I began reciting the Lords prayer and saw him shake his head at me, turn around and walk away. I jumped up to follow him but he was gone. I asked Lou if she had seen anything, but she hadn't.

The next night the same scenario. I was in my room reading and had just turned off the light. I was straightening the covers when I heard a noise on the other side of the room. Jerking my head up, I tried to see in the darkness but couldnt see anything but a shadow.

All of a sudden I heard a noise that sounded like tiny feet running on wood and saw something solid moving across the desk I kept in my bedroom for personal use. Since the light was on the other side of the bed I yelled for Lou who came running. I never took my eyes off the dark object and when Lou turned on my light, I was staring at a Beetle Juice doll that belonged to my oldest daughter. How it got into my room and on my desk I have no idea, but there it was. As with the other doll, I threw it away, but this one did not come back!

One night a friend and his wife came to spend the night. In the middle of the night he heard someone talking and went to investigate. He told me my oldest daughter was sitting up on her bed, facing the closet, telling whoever or whatever she was talking to, to "go away, all you do is get me into trouble." When I asked her about it the next morning, she didn't know what I was talking about. I had been having a lot of trouble with her not cleaning her room, putting her dirty clothes all over the house, but assumed it was typical teenage rebellion. After that, I wondered but never saw anything out of the ordinary that pertained to her.

A couple of years later we moved into a bigger house as my niece and nephew were coming to live with me. It was myself, a friend, my brother and his girlfriend, my 2 girls(13 and 3) and my nephew (5) and my niece (2) who was just learning how to walk. This house was very old, Im not sure how old, but there were several little slave houses at the back of the property. The main house, where we lived was huge . It had 7 bedrooms, 2 living rooms, a parlor with a fireplace, utility room, a huge kitchen, a dining room and a formal dining room. But it only had one bathroom, go figure! It was a two story house with two smaller bedrooms upstairs, which my oldest daughter claimed as hers, one to sleep in, the other as a "play room".

Anyway, the first experience we had there was on our second night. About 1 am my oldest daughter came to my room crying. She said a snake was after her. Being afraid of snakes I let her sleep with me and had my brother check it out the next morning. He didnt find anything but my daughter still refused to sleep up there. She later told me the snake had disappeared right before her eyes.

The next night, also around 1 am I was awakened by the most horrible smell. It reminded me of really strong cigar smoke and that sickly sweet smell of a funeral home. I guess it would be death masked by flowers. Anyway, I tried to sit up to see what was causing the smell, but I couldnt move, except my head. It was so cold I could see my breath but never saw what was causing these things to happen. It felt as though someone were holding me down. Panicking, I fought the invisible restraints until finally they left and so did the smell. I sat up and ran to check on the kids, but they were sound asleep. Needless to say I was up for the rest of the night, too frightened to go back to sleep. We moved out 2 days later.

OK, now fast forward about 10 more years. Things have been pretty quiet with the occassional "feeling" but nothing too strange. My oldest daughter in now married and my youngest daughter is 12. I am divorced AGAIN! They say 3's a charm but thats not true! Anyway, it is only myself and my youngest daughter here at this apartment and a lot of strange things have been happening. We have been here for about 8 months and until about a month ago, everything has been quiet. My youngest daughter who I will call Michelle has always been fascinated with the ghost stories in our family and has been disappointed that she has never experienced anything. I tried to tell her to be careful what she wished for but she wouldnt believe me. Now she does! :)

I noticed that my bathroom light bulb has to be replaced about every 5-7 days. That istn really spooky but I have read that that is a sign for paranormal phenomenon.

One night, I guess it must have been a Friday night, I was in my living room on my computer and Michelle was in her room on hers. Our computers are connected by a LAN cable so I have to be online in order for her to be able to chat or check her mail. She loves to go into a kids chat room, which I will not say the name. Anyway, we both have Yahoo Instant Messenger. Now for those of you who have it, you know that a name is always beside the message so people will know who is saying what. Right? Well one night we were online and all of a sudden she came in here and told me that someone was calling her a "B" and telling her to "get the F!@# out!" I asked her who said that and she said she didnt know as there was no name, just the window. My first thought was that a hacker had figured out how to do that, but why would anyone want to torment a child like that? Besides, Im not ever sure if th at can be done.

Since then lights have been turning off and on, my bedroom door and the bathroom door refuses to stay open and you can "feel" a presence in the house. There is also the constant feeling like you are being watched. My daughter wont even take her clothes off when changing, she slides the shirt over the one she is wearing, then puts her arms in and pulls the other one off from beneath. Nothing really threatening has happened except the one time with the instant messages but it is still uncomfortable.

Last night I was once again on my computer when all of a sudden I felt a cold breeze right next to me. It didnt pass me but stayed stationary by my left arm. I called Michelle in here but she could not feel it so I picked up a kleenex from my desk and held it by one corner. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers when she saw the other end dancing around like a wind was blowing it. The windows were closed, the a/c was not on. It was still in here except for the movement in that tissue!

One night, my daughter put a cross in my bedroom window (she sleeps with me now!) thinking it would keep evil away. Then when I went to bed I noticed it was upside down and freaked! Thankfully she did it, not knowing what that meant. She thought a cross was a cross regardless of its position. I put it back in place right side up and thankfully it is still there!

There are times when you can smell bread rising. I guess its the yeast that gives off that aroma, but it is unmistakable! I have always heard that spirits are stationary in a house or personal item, but I dont know that I believe that. Other times you can smell sulfer so strong that it makes you gag. I have seen and heard too many things to think almost every place I have ever lived was haunted so does that mean I am being followed by these... things?

My story may not be as scary as some I have read here, but when odd things happen all your life, it becomes less noticable.

One other thing! I and my siblings have always kept mother informed of our "strange happenings" and she has never believed. She is retired now and has moved to East Texas to live in the country. I went to spend the weekend with her a couple of weeks ago and after I left she told me that the tv in her bedroom turned itself off twice! She thought it was my nephew (she is raising him, Cassies oldest son) but then remembered he had gone to spend the night with a friend. Now shes not quite so certain we have been imagining this all these years.

The other night I was in bed asleep and my daughter was in her room, online. At 4 am the phone rang and I jumped up to answer it. Nobody was there so I laid down to go back to sleep, then my bed started vibrating. I yelled at my daughter to come turn on my light but not to come into the room. As soon as she turned on the light, sparks started flying from the fan sitting on my dresser. I jumped up to turn it off, then unplugged it. I believe that "someone or something" was protecting us that night. If I had been allowed to go back to sleep, our apartment would have burned up, possibly me included as I am a sound sleeper.

I have enjoyed this board and the many hours I have spent here, lurking and reading other peoples experiences. Thank you for listening to my story and if anything notewotry happens, I'll let you know. :) Bye for now.