Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Submitted to us by Martha Herrera

When I was nine years old, we lived on a farm in Garland, Texas. We lived about three miles from anyone else. At night it would get really dark and you could hear strange sounds. I wasn’t really scared living there.

My sister and I had a really bad habit of playing cards late at night. My father always told us not to play cards at night, because it was bad. He said, that the devil would roam the earth, looking for lost souls. My father really believes in good and evil.

Our house had huge windows, and we didn’t have curtains on them. The house also stood on stilts about three feet off the ground because of water floods.

So one night, my sister and I were playing cards. I was facing the window when I saw a tall man standing in front of it, he was so close to the window, I couldn’t see his face. He was wearing a long black jacket and a Zorro like hat. This man, or thing, also went around my house in seconds and was at the window again. He just stood there. I couldn’t move or say anything.

Even to this day, I can’t forget it, and I don’t play cards at night either. Even our dogs were quiet. Yet, I wanted to see its face. I knew that it couldn’t be a man, because if it was a man he would have had to have been at least eight feet tall. Also, there is no man that can run around the house in two or three seconds.

I told my dad, about it,and he said it was the devil, and that, my friend, was enough for me to stop playing cards late at night.