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.
Today we were blown away by an awesome piece of artwork that was created for us by Delvis Cortez. Delvis is an artist in the Rio Grande Valley and a long time fan of THSOT. He does all types of work but specializes in horror type art.
The piece was done by hand on a large piece of canvas with acrylic paint. We stayed out of Delvis’ way and we couldn’t have been happier with the outcome. The art will be on display on our podcast shows where we breakdown and analyze the stories from around Texas.
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.