Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Mr. Coffee was an older gentleman who, in the prime of his life was a train engineer, who loved his favorite chair and a good cup of coffee. Yet we knew nothing about him at first.

It all started in the early 1980′s.  My father and mother divorced and my father moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico. I spent a lot of my elementary vacation time in NM with him. At first he was in a small apartment for a few years, then found a home that was more suitable to raising kids in.  That’s when it started…

We were moving into our new house, an older home in a not so desirable part of Town.  This was a three bedroom house, 1 1/2 bathrooms and nearly an acre of backyard. Great for dogs and kids.

Since it was just me and my dad, we used the front bedroom, sleeping on the fold out couch. The rest of the house was still in shambles, since we were slacking off on unpacking everything.  One night, we were up

watching late night TV, Johnny Carson or someone similar, ant eating Oreo cookies and milk.  When my dad called my attention to the hair on his forearm, there was no breeze in the house, all windows were locked.  But the hair on his right forearm, in a patch about 3 inches square, was moving up and down, repeatedly.  This lasted for about 5 minutes.  Then it stared on his left leg, in roughly the same sized area, and the same 5 minutes or so.

My dad and I have always been into oddities of the world, whether spiritual or physical, we always had an open mind to anything.  Someone had even told us once that we were ‘sensitive’s. So we weren’t really surprised or frightened about what we experienced over the next 10 years or so.

The following night, again up late watching TV, we heard the floor creaking near the floor heating vent, which was about 4 feet from the bedroom door. I took a bit of weight to make the floor creak like that. So we kept watch in that direction.  A few moments later, a white-ish shadow appeared in the doorway.  This shadow was obviously of a tall man (whose face was not visible), wearing a train engineer’s denim coat and a matching engineer’s cap (details clearly visible), just standing at the threshold of the bedroom door.  My dad, being always the ‘smart-**s’, invited him in for TV and ice cream.  The shadow stood there for nearly a minute more, and faded into darkness.

Two nights later, the hair on my dad’s leg started it’s little ‘dance’ again.  My dad then decide to get up for more milk, when he noticed footprints, of large boots, in the carpet leading from the doorway to the side of the bed. 

The strange thing about these footprints is that, unlike regular prints in carpet where the print is flat and the surrounding carpet is fluffy, these prints were fluffy while the rest of the carpet was flat. Again my invited him for TV and milk, no response, the footprints then faded.  We then started seeing the white shadow moving from the kitchen to the living room, back and forth nearly all night.

At his time, we spoke with our neighbors asking about the people that lived here before.  They to ld us that the Baca’s lived here for many years.  That Mrs. Coffee was a housewife and that Mr. Coffee was a retired train engineer.  He loved to drink coffee and sit in his favorite chair in the corner of the living room, look out the 2 windows and watch the neighborhood children playing outside.  That is until he went outside one day to check the mail and had a heart attack.  He was brought into the house and he died a few hours shortly there after.

About a week after these incidents the air conditioner (which you needed to turn on three switches to start)and the TV started to turn on by themselves during the middle of the night.  Channels that worked perfectly, normally, were all static.  And the volume would turn to full blast.  Was kind of annoying, we asked Mr. Coffee if he could play with the TV during the day when we weren’t trying to sleep, and it stopped…for a while.

My dad’s girlfriend and her 2 sons moved in. By now the front room was my room, the second room was for my ‘step-brothers’ and the master bedroom was in the back of the house. On weekends we would ‘camp-out’ in my room. Then the TV started again, turning on by itself, then the volume would go up all the way. We would turn it off, and it would happen again, this happened over and over until we pulled the plug. We got into the habit of unplugging the TV when we would go to bed.  Then a few weeks later he started turning the TV on while it was unplugged. Really creepy.

At about this time, 1988, we were ok with Mr. Coffee.  He started making coffee in the coffee maker and leaving half empty cups of coffee all around the house.  We would leave for the day and usually find about 5 or 6 coffee cups around the house, all half empty.  He never did anything malicious… until my grandmother passed away in 1989.

After my grandmother passed away, I would see her all the time sitting at the edge of my bed (with my cat, that passed away in 1980), at all times of the day.  It was then that Mr. Coffee started throwing dishes across the kitchen.  It was then that the coffee maker was thrown from the kitchen onto the living room wall, spraying coffee and glass everywhere.  The ghost of my grandma wouldn’t let Mr. Coffee into my room, like he would have liked.  I always felt that he would just come it to see what I was up to then walk out.  She would block him at the door. I don’t think he liked that one bit. We would be woken up in the middle of the night to dishes being pulled out of the cabinets and crashing onto the floor. I can’t remember hw many times we had to replace dishes. Funny thing though, he never broke the coffee cups.

Eventually we had to have the house cleansed.  I told my grandmother ‘good-bye’ and that I loved her.  The spiritualist blessed every corner of the house.  Both my grandmother and Mr. Coffee were gone. We eventually outgrew that house, and moved out. We actually had a hard time selling the house, people kept getting a ‘feeling’ there. We finally sold it for $1. My dad has the check framed up on his mantle.

Since we left, no one has been able to live there for more than six months at a time.  The many times over her years that I have gone by, there have been many strange things going on:

1.) The wood floor warped so badly that the warps wee about two feet high in some places
2.) Neighbors say the lights are always flicking on and off when they know no one is there
3.) I once observed black ooze running down the walls and heard growling sounds.

As of last week, no one is living in the house, again.

Written by Anna Navarrette, Copyright 2009

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