“This incident occurred in August of 2016 in Palacios, TX, a tiny seaside town located on the Gulf Coast about 90 minutes south of Houston.
J, a 56-year-old man, was sitting in a chair in front of his home at about 5:30 am having a cigarette and a cup of coffee. J is a level headed person, doesn’t spook easily and doesn’t buy into any of the paranormal hype that’s so popular today. He feels there is an explanation for everything. Or, at least he did.
After a few minutes he began to feel uneasy, but couldn’t figure out why because there was nothing about the morning to feel uneasy about. It finally dawned on him that he felt like he was being watched. He glanced around but there was nobody there, and then he saw it. Hanging on the light pole across the street was what could only be described as a Thing.
“When I was between 15-17 (1996-1998) years old, and living in The Colony, TX (about 20 minutes from downtown Dallas, and still small towns back then), a group of friends and I decided it would be a great idea to go to Zion Cemetery in Frisco, TX.
It was one of the last weekends before school let out for summer, and some of us were moving away, or wouldn’t have time to hang out in the summer.
There have been reports all over the world when it comes to evil black dogs terrifying people. Many cultures have their own version or explanation about what they might be. Some theories claim that witnessing these dogs could be a harbinger for death. Check out this East Texas encounter.
“Some friends of mine were playing hide n go seek out on her property in Bailey Texas, me and her were hiding together a little behind her house out in the field behind some old wood and tin. I will never forget when she grabbed my hand and whispered almost screeching from fear there was a big black dog dog 10 feet behind us (she had no big dogs) they had issues with strays, but never a black one of this size apparently.
“Mysterious ghost lights haunt this isolated road in the heart of the Big Thicket. A unique part of Hardin County is also one of its most mysterious, fascinating and out-if-way places: The Ghost Road.
The Ghost Road is situated in the heart of the Big Thicket. It begins at a bend on Farm-to-Market Road 787 that is 1.7 miles north of the intersection of FM 787-770, near Saratoga.
Trees growing on both sides offer a natural canopy as drivers travel down the long dirt road. Its original name is the Bragg Road, named after the town that was in that area at one time. The name Ghost Road was attached in this century after a number of tales that center around a ghostly light that is said to be seen on certain occasions at night. Continue reading Bragg Road – The Ghost Road of Hardin County, TX→
There is a an old legend in East Texas about an alleged woman in white stalking the streets of Port Neches, TX. How many of you out there have seen her?
Check out this story by Cari
“I was told this story by a friend of mine and her mother when I was about eight years old. My family was somewhat new to town and my friend asked if I knew the story of “Sara Jane Road”.
As the story goes, the old highway here in Southeast Texas which is called Sara Jane Road by local residents, is haunted by the ghost of Sara Jane and her baby. Legend has it that in Civil War times Sara Jane’s husband was fighting in the war and it was just herself and her newborn that lived in a house out in the woods on this highway along the Neches River. Continue reading The Legend of Sarah Jane Road in Port Neches, Texas→
There are regular reports of the Animal Industries building at Texas A&M in College Station, TX, being haunted. According to students and staff, the restless spirit of Roy Simms can be seen throughout the building.
“The basement used to serve as a slaughter house to teach students how to butcher meat. One day, one of the instructors was down there alone when he cut himself severely. His blade slipped and he severed his femoral artery and bled to death before help could arrive. Some stories say he dragged himself across the floor toward the elevator before he died, leaving a long blood trail behind him.Students claim to see apparitions and sometimes find unexplained dark stains on the floors of the building.”
Marshall, Texas is littered with reports about the paranormal and supernatural.
Check out what Becky had to say about Marshall, TX.
“If you want to scare someone, you take them down Stagecoach Road. At night you stop the car, roll down the windows, and turn off the lights. The very last time I was there, we did this. We then felt the back end of the truck go down, like something was stepping on the back bumper.
Mrs. Delburt Gregg of Greggton, Texas, told of her encounter with a shapeshifting creature in the 1960 issue of Fate. The other surveyed sightings below are of creature that looked like man-wolves but no one have seen one becoming another. Mrs. Gregg have not seen a man turned into a wolf but she has actually came closer then anyone else in telling a tale that sounds like a chapter from a werewolf novel than a real life experience.
Mrs. Gregg said that one night in 1958 when her husband was on a business trip, she moved her bed close to a screen window hoping to catch some cool breeze from a thunderstorm brewing on the south western horizon. She heard a scratching sound from the window shortly after she fell asleep. In a flash of a lightning, she saw a huge, shaggy, wolf-like creature clawing at the screen and staring at her with baleful, glowing, slitted eyes. She saw its bared white fangs.
A man travelling through Texas recounts the time he saw a horrifying creature on the road.
“Okay, I have a story about a Skinwalker, a Sin-Eater, and a story about both together at the same time. I’ll start with the Skinwalker and maybe do the other two later on.
It was 1995, I had just graduated High School, an old friend who I haven’t talked to in 7 years now and I were hanging out and I said, “Let’s go to New Orleans.” And we did. We had $140 between us and back then that was more than enough. We made it New Orleans, almost died from culture shock, and turned around and headed to Magnolia, MS to get some sleep. We stayed at Magnolia Inn, it was a shit hole, but it was nice and cool. It was May or June, in south MS; cool was the only adjective that mattered. We stayed up that night playing poker, drinking Gordon’s vodka, and talking about who knows what. Probably girls, college, and college girls. At some point I said, “Ever been to Texas?” “Nope.” “Pack your bag and let’s roll.” We had a road atlas; Marshall, TX was right across the border from Shreveport.