This story was sent in by a woman in Deep South Texas claiming to have seen a phantom lady in white. Check it out…
“The following is a story my mother and father have told to us several times. This happened in the Summer of 1974 in San Juan, Texas.
My parents were teenagers at the time and my mother was pregnant with my older sister. They lived with my grandparents in a tiny house which was rented from Don Octavio on 1st street. The house was a one bedroom shack, so my parents would sleep on the kitchen floor. One hot summer night, my parents had been arguing before bed, and went to sleep angry at each other.
The entrance door of the house was in the kitchen where they slept and they were accustomed to leaving the main door open with the screen door shut so they could get some kind of breeze through the house. My mother was falling asleep when suddenly a gust of wind blew the screen door wide open! She opened her eyes and tried to get up to shut the screen door, but couldn’t! She couldn’t move or talk, like if she was paralyzed!
In September of 2017 we received a story on our True Horror Stories of Texas Facebook group page from a Forth Worth, TX woman. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1434190123549921/
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“I have a real problem. When I was little I did witchcraft and played with voodoo dolls. My parents didn’t pay any attention. I didn’t believe in God and thought I was a witch. I live in the house I grew up and now I believe in Jesus and things are going haywire. I was even scratched last night. I hear footsteps my name called all kinds of things.”
We responded, “Scratches are often associated with demonic haunting or attempted possessions. This might not be true in your case, but it is an interesting theory.”
She replied, “No it’s true already I’m aware of it. They want me. I just got off the phone with my friend on speaker and she said that she heard a man’s voice talking in the background and there’s no one here but me.”- Juliet
We have tried to follow up with her, but she hasn’t responded. We hope she’s alright. Here are the pictures she sent in. Have any of you ever experienced anything like this?
This happened while working at PD Glycol in Beaumont Texas. Behind the massive Mobil Oil Refinery one night at around 2am a friend and I were heading back to the maintenance shop while on unit start-up coverage. While driving back to the shop, making a curve I spotted something walking on all fours by a holding tank.
It was stealthy like a panther only heavier. I turned the truck to the left to put the lights on it and asked my friend Marcus Montes what is that? We stopped and got out to look at this dark furred, 200+ pound creature with a face like a barn owl. When it turned to look at us we could see black fur that came up to its face like a chimpanzee. After crossing some cribbing it stood and turned around to look at us, went back down on all fours and disappeared into the darkness around the tank. I asked “What was that?” and Marcus didn’t know.
Has anyone had a paranormal experience on the deserted highway between Raymondville and Port Mansfield?
This story goes back to the year 2000. My best friend and I went to go fishing on that Port Mansfield Pier. Being that it’s a no charge entrance, we decided to pay it a visit. So at 5:00pm we were on our way through that deserted highway 186. Since it was still daylight, everything was normal. We fished the whole afternoon, enjoying a different atmosphere and a nice view, inhaling the fresh breeze of the sea.
Nightfall came around and we continued fishing through the night. 3:00am came around and we decided to call it a night and packed our fishing gear in the trunk of the car. So off we went back home. By 4:00am, driving through that lonely road, we came that bend on the road on Highway 186. We were doing like 80 miles per hour, trying to get home to McAllen to avoid the early morning traffic on Highway 281. So out of the corner of my friend’s Guillermo’s eye, a big silhouette popped out of the woods on the side of the road like 10 feet ahead of us.
One summer day many years ago in a small town named Santa Maria, a group of us boys, 5 in total including myself, were glad to be out of school. We were so bored of watching T.V. so we decided that we wanted to go for a swim out in the nearby canal.
We all got ready and were on our way. As we were on our way we had to walk past a forest-like land. All of a sudden, my friend Moose heard something calling him saying “hey”, but we simply ignored it and kept on our way. Note that four of us were 13 years of age while the 5th kid, Moose’s brother, was 6 years old. We settled on the street next to the canal while the forest-like land was still behind us -giving us shade- next to the road of the canal.
Anybody live in Mission? And remember the Crosses appearing in different houses in the 90’s??? If I had to remember correctly I would say it was around 1997
There was two houses in Mission, I don’t remember one of them but one house which is still there is around on Mayberry street near 1st street and old 83. I don’t want to give the address of the house because that is a privacy issue but it is a house near the new church that was built around 2008?
There was this man from a small town in South Texas, he was a man of God and also a truck driver. One day he took off to Ohio on a load. As the small town southern man was on his way he stopped at a gas station 20 miles out of Cleveland. He was feeling a little under the weather that night due to in being below 50 degrees.
As he got off he started coughing and some short man came up to him asking if he was okay. The man replied to him saying it was a simple cold. As they kept talking, the small town southern man started feeling worse. The short man offered the sick man money to go home with his family, but he simply said he wasn’t going to take money from a stranger.
We grew up in Silver Spring, MD and lived in an apartment complex on the sixth floor. I was 14 years old at the time and my older brother (three years older) asked me if I wanted to go riding with him. We went down to the lobby floor and saw two girls (sisters) that lived on that floor. They asked where we were going and wanted to come along.
As we drove around for hours, we ended up on a one lane dirt road, keep in mind that we lived in the city and this was around 1976. I told my brother that I had to pee, and he said we will go up a little further up the dirt road and let me out and he would make a u-turn and pick me up after I finished peeing. As I am using the bathroom I can hear the sisters screaming from the car, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I turned around to see what was happening and I froze.
In the summer of 1965, I went down the San Pedro Creek by the S. Flores bridge area looking for anything washed up after a heavy rainfall the night before. I usually went with my brothers but they were not around. Our bird dog Spotty followed me, about thirty minutes looking around, I heard Spotty barking and whimper. I walked up to him and stopped when I noticed a figure laying in the grass and weeds.
Well my story isn’t a horror story but I had to tell it. Not sure if anyone saw it that night when I did But here I go.
It was a beautiful night in Port Lavaca, TX. I was up with my brothers running around the living room of my grandma’s house I stopped to rest and put out my face against the screen window to get some fresh air that was blowing. I looked up at the stars that night it was so amazing when I noticed something moving. I figured it was a shooting star but it wasn’t, it seemed to be coming down and closer. When it finally passed by the window I was amazed at what I was seeing.