Scary Ghost Stories

Psychic Experiences

I have encounteredsome strange things in the hills of Central Texas since movingthere. But first, let me tell a little about some encounters Ihad with the paranormal, which accelerated latent psychicabilities I had buried in my subconscious.

When I was 18 years old, I was living in Buffalo, New York. Theyear was 1974 and I had a job in the steel plant. I was on my waydown the hall to get in my car and go to work when I thought Ihad heard a woman's voice call my name from directly behind me.It was around 5:30am and no one was awake but me. The voicesounded to be of a woman in her mid 30's, not at all unpleasant,but the knowledge that I was hearing the voice, when there was noone there to produce it scared me a little. I went into mysister's room to find her asleep as well as my mother and father.I went ahead to work and forgot about it. About a year later Imoved away from Buffalo and ended up in Seattle where my brotherwas playing in a rock band called "Rail".

I was living in the South side in an area called Ranier Beach andmy brother was in an area east of the lake called Bellevue andeven though we were separated by that body of water, we bothexperienced similar things. We both would wake up around 4am tofind that we were immobile, unable to move even our eyelids. Atthe same time, we both heard women's voices. In my case, I heardthe sound of two women chanting in a strange language that Icouldn't understand. My brother told me that he could hear agroup of people in the next room clapping in unison, then itstopped and he heard a woman's voice saying, "Everythingyou've ever learned in your whole life, is wrong." Both ofus couldn't understand what this was all about.

Why were we being contacted? A couple of years before that mysister and I had shared a similar dream experience. In the dream,we were in a clear river where a man looking like a life guardwas instructing us on how to breathe the water like air. In herdream, my sister fought the man but in my dream, I was told thatthis was the only way we could survive. I did as instructed andin the dream felt the sensation of my soul loosening itself frommy body and floating out of the water. I later re-entered my bodyand swam to the surface feeling like a new person. I might alsoadd that our family is very psychic. It is rumored that our great-greatgrandfather's uncle was a Kickapoo medicine man. These sorts ofthings were unusual but we had a basis for understanding it. Eversince these occurences though, I have felt my psychic awarenessheightened. Maybe sharpened due to being "pushed through thedoor" by unexplainable events.

Anyway, I ended up in Houston and then in Central Texas. I hadbeen living in the Hill Country of Central Texas just outside ofAustin. The immediate area I was living in at the time was calledWill Barger Creek. Will Barger was a settler who had lived in thearea during the time of the struggle for Texas Independence. Hehad allegedly been scalped by my ancestors, the Kickapoo, andlived to talk about it. I had to move from this 6 acre piece ofland to a 3 acre piece of land a few miles south of there. Theplace I left was surrounded by deep woods with an open meadownear the house. This house was a place where musicians and peoplewith a metaphysical background used to meet to have all nightmusical jam sessions as well as story telling and the sharing ofmystical experiences. It is a place with many memories as well asan energy that can only be described as spiritual. In the timebefore I left that piece of land, it had rained quite a bit. Thatwas the spring of this year, 1997. I had to park on the main roadand slog through the mud down a road to the house which was inthe middle of the 6 acres. One night, just before dusk, I had togo back to my truck, a 64 Chevy, and so I started down the dirtroad.

It was just that time of night when you're right between day andnight. The air was charged with electricity. I looked ahead andthought I saw something. It looked like a dark hooded figurestanding in the middle of the road. When I approached, the figureturned and walked into the woods. As I came near to the spot, myblood ran cold and I could feel the "presence" that hadpassed through. I had to pass the spot on my way back and couldfeel the same chill down my spine when I approached that place inthe woods. I left shortly thereafter and moved to a new place on3 acres of even deeper woods. There is an old barn there. It hadbeen moved from the spot where the converted trailer house whereI live now stands. There's a dirt road that approaches my housethrough the woods, passes my front door and then meanders intothe woods out of sight.

It looks almost like a trail but is wider. It doesn't look likeyour typical farm dirt road. There doesn't seem to be any tiretracks on it. One day my mother was visiting from Houston whenshe said she noticed a man in a flannel shirt walking over to thehouse from the barn. I looked, but no one was there. I have twowolfdogs who normally would go nuts if someone approached thehouse. Later on, I would be working on my truck and would feelthat someone was standing near the telephone pole watching me.When I looked up, I saw what could best be described as somethingdissolving in the air in front of me. As if someone had beenthere and vaporized when I looked. I could definitely feel apresence. One day, inside the house itself, I could smellpatchouli oil. I hadn't used any patchouli and no one had been inthe house but me. I could also smell what I can only describe asthe scent of a woman. This was more of an astral scent, an odorthat can be felt as well as smelled. I decided to smudge thehouse and then went to walk my dogs down the country lane infront of the property.

It was night time. I was gone for about half an hour and starteddown the dirt road when I could swear I heard the sound of awoman's voice laughing derisively in the woods just behind myhouse. The sound gave me goosebumps. I could find no one thereand no sign of anyone having been there. I decided to do moreinvestigating that weekend. I went out to the barn at night tosee what I could "pick up". It was a clear night and inthe Hill Country you can see the stars and planets much easierand feel them much closer than you can in the cities. It is alsovery easy to see meteor showers from this area. I stood near thebarn, underneath a tree for awhile until I could see a mistfloating overhead. It circled the tree and floated off to theright side of my peripheral vision. When I turned and noticed themist, it disappeared by floating away out of sight. I tried toperceive what I could psychically and the year 1836 popped intomy head. I could also feel the presence of a man but he wasn'twearing flannel. I could feel the presence of buckskin. I couldalso perceive what could best be described as a "fold"in the time space continuum in the area near the top of the treenear the barn. I know this sounds amazing, but psychometristsknow how to perceive things like this which might be intangibleto others. Sometimes spiritual entities appear as a mist,sometimes they appear as an egg shape, discernible as a slightfilm or glow on the atmosphere floating around you. Sometimes apsychometrist can smell things and hear things like music comingthrough a veil. Often it can be difficult to decipher thedifference between imagination and perceived reality. Many timesit is easy to explain away what at first seems to be paranormalby thinking that maybe your imagination was playing tricks on you.Sometimes the things which seem to be most obvious at first canlater on be explained away by more practical considerations.

Maybe it's a self defense mechanism. Anyway, verification andproof can make you realize that maybe your mind wasn't playingtricks on you afterall. The people living around me all know eachother. They were friends during the early seventies when they allused to hang out on "The Drag" outside of theUniversity of Texas and sell jewelry etc. The land is all ownedby one family and everyone who lives there is either related or afriend. One day they were all over helping to fix the roof of thebarn when they informed me that the barn was over 100 years old,the dirt road was part of the Old Spanish Trail, and Will Bargerhad owned a store down the road. When I mentioned the year 1836,they told me that that was the year of Texas Independence. Peoplehad been living on that land long before that year though. Yes,they told me , Will Barger had indeed been scalped by theKickapoo, the Comanche were "ripping and snorting"through the area, as they put it and it was a time when the landwas being contested by the Mexicans, Kickapoo, Cherokee, Comancheand of course the Texans as well as other tribes that lived inthe area originally. When I brought another psychic friend to thebarn, she said she felt that someone had been trying to killsomeone there. I still live there and still occasionaly feel apresence in the area. I believe there's more than one. Maybe awoman, maybe more than one man, maybe from more than one timeperiod. Maybe the woman is the same spirit of a woman I firstheard call my name when I was 18 years old. My mother said thatthe man she saw was not dressed like, nor did he remind her of,somebody from the early 1800's. I'm not sure women wore patchoulioil in those days either. But I am sure about the year 1836 andthe feeling of someone dressed in skins. As I look out my kitchenwindow at the dirt road/trail that wanders to my front door andbeyond, I can imagine all of the horses, wagons and carriagescarrying the people who travelled on that road so long ago. I amgoing to continue to investigate, do research and see what else Ican report. Maybe I will have more to tell later.