This is a little long, but bear with me... This happened in 1976. My now ex-husband and I had been living as cheaply as we could since we had married 3 years previously, and had finally saved up the money for a house of our own. We were living in a trailer house we had put on a lot next to his Grandmother's house. Another house had been there previously, and we were surrounded by older homes. No tragedies had ever occurred there that I knew of. The manifestations began with the sound of boots. We had a concrete drive leading past the side of the trailer into a carport attached to the trailer house. Saving our money meant no air conditioner so the windows were open most of the year in safe little Skidmore in hot South Texas. Then after about 2 years of living in this spot, while sitting in my living room, I would hear boots walking up the drive to the back door steps under the car port. The boots were (I imagined) worn by a man, walking in a hurry. They would march up the drive, and then I would hear the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds as the boots mounted the 3 steps at the back door. From my living room windows, I could clearly see if a person was walking up the drive. These steps were very individual and I came to recognize the gait. I learned never to jump up to go to the back door unless I heard the dog bark or a car door slam first. I believed this entity to be male, I suppose because of the boots. Other people also heard this. A good friend of mine heard this on several occasions, as did my husband's uncle. Each time (he or she was seated on the couch with his/her back to the window) asked why I didn't go to the door? So you see that this was a common experience. I wasn't afraid at this point as the boots were outside. I laughingly referred to my ghost. I asked my husband's grandmother if she knew of anything that could shed light on this phenomenon, but she did not, even though she had lived in the house next door for over 50 years. Then something odd happened inside the house. I had a few bits of jewelry I was very fond of. I kept them all in a standing jewelry case (like a miniature amoire on little legs) in the bedroom. I might also mention that I am a meticulous house keeper, and cleaned at least weekly, very thoroughly. The teen-aged girl next door sometimes asked to use the phone and I would let her. Then two of my rings went missing. I immediately suspected her and vowed never to let her in the house again. Then, after several weeks, I was cleaning, and moved the jewelry case, which I did at least weekly. There were the two rings under it! I have wondered if she did take them and put them back, but now I have to be open the possibility that my ghost was coming inside the house to play pranks. Then I had this strange experience. One night, in a state of sleep paralysis, I came awake. My mind was completely alert, but trapped in my body, which felt like a big log. But more remarkable than that was the fact that there was an entity like a ball of energy (sorry, words begin to fail me here) in my room. It was like George Bush's "thousand points of light". Little lights winking on and off all over. I experienced this entity as female, extremely good humored, and just plain good. I had no fear whatsoever. I was in a state of great wonder. I wanted to speak to the entity to ask "Who are you?" but could not command my body. I have later come to believe that this was a good spirit or my Guardian Angel who was there to protect me from the "bad" spirit which was getting stronger. Here come's the final chapter: Not long after this I was asleep. My husband had to be at work in Corpus Christi by 6:30 in the morning, which was an hour's drive away. I didn't have to get up until 7. So I would make his lunch the night before and leave it in the fridge. This particular morning, I woke up to the sound of heavy boots slamming about the kitchen, going frantically back and forth, back and forth. My first thought was that he had forgot his lunch and had hurried back for it. I was also a little p-o'ed because of the kitchen floor. Remember, I'm the good housekeeper. I kept that linoleum waxed to a fare-the-well, and I knew that it was being scarred up by his boots and there would be little clods of dirt everywhere. Also, I felt my cat leap on the bed. It sniffed my back and then curled up against my legs (my back was to hall that led directly to kitchen so the cat was between me and the kitchen area). But then I looked at the clock. It was almost 6:30! He would never have come back for his lunch so late but would have bought some that day in town. Then I heard the boots hit the loose board at the edge of the linoleum where the carpeted hallway began that led to my bedroom! With that creak, my heart begin to hammer so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I didn't even think of the ghost. I thought this was a real person in my house, coming for me. I lay there frozen in fear, thinking that the best thing to do was for me to pretend to be asleep. The boots RAN down the hall toward me. The trailer vibrated with every step. I just knew that whoever it was was going to leap on top of me. Just as the boots got to my bedroom, though, they exited through the back door (down the same back steps on the carport they always came up to) and slammed the door so hard the entire trailer shook, even though it was a big trailer and tied down. I sat bolt-upright in bed, hardly able to catch my breath from fear. There was no cat in my room. In fact, it was outside, I later found out. And when I ran to the window I couldn't see anyone. This was a very small town, population 400. Someone running around loose would have been noted, and I would have been asked about it, believe me. Even though our new house was 3 months to completion, and the trailer had not yet been sold, I moved out within 3 days to live with my mother-in-law. My explanation for some of this is as follows...(not to say it is correct, but this is only what I think)... I believe that my Guardian Angel appeared to me (only experience I've ever had like that) to let me know that I was protected. The "bad" spirit was getting stronger, the boots making more frequent appearances. To the best of my knowledge, "she" came after the incident with the rings. I think the morning of the "boots in the kitchen" incident, that it was her again in the form of a cat, lying in a state of protection and comfort between me and the thing that was intruding in my house. Please let me state that at this time in my life that I had never done drugs of any kind and did not dabble in the occult. I have run into 1 or 2 other ghosts in my lifetime but nothing ever to this extent. I don't know what would have happened if I had remained in the trailer, but I don't think it would have been good Thanks for reading my very long story. Hope it was worth it! CHURCH LADY GHOST This is not really a story, just a sighting. But interesting all the same. When my fiance was either 4 or 5 years old, (about 37years ago) he was attending a church function at St. Paul's Lutheran Church in Karnes City, Texas. He was playing around outside with 2 of his cousins who were slightly younger than he was. A new church had been built by the old church, the old church being a wooden structure, then only used for storage. He said the 3 of them knew they weren't supposed to go into the old church, but the adults weren't watching, so they went inside, maybe to play hide-n-seek. They went into a room where clothing donated for distribution was being stored. The clothing was piled on 3 or 4 tables. The first thing they noticed was that the clothes on one table were shaking violently. The windows were not open, and there were no fans. Only the clothes on this one table were shaking. And there was a lady sorting through the clothes. She was transparent. But my fiance could see that she was a grandmotherly-looking sort of lady, with her hair in a bun, and wearing a high- necked dress. She paid no attention to the three little boys. This scared all three of them silly! They ran out immediately and tried to tell the adults about it. But the adults all said that no one was in the building and they weren't supposed to be in there, either.

Submitted From: Texas, USA

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