Ghost Stories

Apache Hill

I was thirteen atthe time of this story, and I and my family lived pleasonton tx.My father at this time was a government trapper and worked overnear Junction Tx. which is quite a drive from where lived at thetime of this story. Any way to contiue with this accounthopefully without putting anyone asleep,I,ll tell you whathappened.

My father at first would come home on weekends looking tired andupset but would not tell anyone what the problem was for aboutthe first couple of months; then one day I guess he could hold itin no longer. He took my mother aside and told her what was goingon; of course we(myself and my brother ) did not know what wasgoing on till a couple of years after we had our own experience.

Now to get the story right I have to start with me and mybrothers experience first.

My mother and Father had to go back to Pleasanton Tx. to get therest of our furniture and bring it to Llano Tx. where we weregoing to live. So mom and dad left my brother and myself there atthe trappers cabin till they they got back in a couple hoursunfortunatly there problems and they didn,t get back till alittle after midnight.

It nearly midnight when I happen to look out the kitchen windowand saw a very bright light go past it and then I heard voicesoutside clear as a bell, yet I remembered later that Icould notunderstand a word that was being said; and my brother whom Ithought was asleep on the bed, was faking being asleep because hewas scared, so was I; so upon hearing the voices I went outsideto investigate and to my disturbance there was no one there, andthat should have been impossible being that the area around thecabin was quite open and no places to hide.

See this scared me a great deal since I knew I heard thosevoices, and to find out later so did my brother.

My mom and dad came home about forty five minutes later, and Irelated everything to them; my mother told me that I wasimagining it and that should go on to bed.

A coulpe years later my father told me that it was not myimagination ,that it really did happen and the reason why he knewit did he said was because, for the two months that he stayedthere by himself, the same thing happened every single night. Hesaid at first they scared him, but later the just irritatedhim,because they would get so loud some times; until he wouldyell for them to shut up; and they would, for a little while.

You see several years ago my father was reading a true westernmagazine when he came upon a story about the hill where thatcabin was biult.

An ex- calvery captain and some other ex-troops and some ranchowners gathered a group together and ,went after small band ofApache indians whom had stolen several cattle.

They caught up with them and a fight insued, casualties wereretained on both sides, almost all the Apaches were killed; and Ifeel it is they that haunt the to this day.