True Ghost Tales

I’ve had several encounters with ghosts but this story is from my teen years.

When I was 13 my parents bought a house at the end of Kagel Canyon. The house itself was originally one of the bunk houses for the mission nearby. Each room added was from a different area. Our neighbors were about a quarter of a mile away and were gardeners.

The house can actually be seen in the 1970′s movie Smokey and the Bandit.

I felt comfortable in the house but knew it was haunted. My sister married right after we moved there and left, and was glad, she felt very uncomfortable there. My parents left me alone for weekends a lot while they went off with friends or to go away for sometimes a week.

I can’t exactly remember when I first heard the baby crying. But I was alone and it didn’t scare me as much as make me sad that I couldn’t do anything. It was a pitiful crying as if the baby were in terrible pain, sometimes no more than whimpers.

I told my parents and immediately was teased. In fact my parents liked to tell people about “Roxy’s crying baby”. I stopped telling them about it because of the fact they liked to embarrass me with it.

Finally one night My sister had came over to get ready for a date and she had left my nephew with my grandma. The baby started crying and she went to go check on my nephew, and remembered that he was at my grandmas! She ran out of the house and to our neighbor’s house and refused to ever stay there by herself. My parents put it up to her drug use.

Then we went on vacation and some friends of my parents came to stay at our place because they had moved back and had no where to stay, so they agreed to watch the house while we were gone. My dad owned his own heavy equipment and they were parked at our home at the end of the canyon.

Well, Barb was in the house when the baby started crying. She said it scared her silly when she realized there really was a baby crying. Her husband found her outside the house when he got home.

We were due home in two days so he convinced her to spend her time getting their apartment ready so they could just leave when we got there. When we got home she immediately told my parents about the baby. My parents just looked at me and I told them I hadn’t said a thing to her beforehand.

My parents started to believe because Barb was a no nonsense type of woman. Finally someone had heard the baby!

My parents sold the house in the 1990′s but in the time I had moved, married and started having my own babies my parents never heard the baby, unless they just didn’t want to admit to it.

Sent in by Roxy, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com