Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

This story happened to me when I was in the nice town of Union de San Antonio, Jalisco, Mexico. I was visiting my grandparents for the summer vacation. At this time I was twelve years old and I had gone on an airplane from LAX to BJX in Leon where my aunt and uncle live. So on to the story.

My grandparents live in a two story house in the outskirts of town, near two lakes that are called the “Presas Cuatas” (which means twin lakes). These lakes are only about a block and a half distance. The thing is that my grandparents street is practically the border for this town where on the way to the lakes there’s just one other house. This town was part of a small battle during a war.

The “legend” as so many say, is that one very rich Indian, native to the land had been murdered by a solider. They say the solider had beheaded the Indian, and thrown his body into the one of the lakes that still exist. My experience was when I was 12 but It wasn’t just me. My great uncle which I had too sleep with that night because my aunt had come over for a visit came in late and drunk, extremely drunk. He wakes me up around 2 or 3 in the morning. He says barely, do you hear that? and I answer back saying, hear what? That!

As I finally wake up I hear a large boom sound repeatedly going on and on again just as if they were drums. Faint at first but then become loud. All of a sudden I realize my uncle is hearing it too. His drunkenness went away practically instantly and he became alert as much as I was.

We hear dogs barking on the roof tops and then there’s the sound of Cascabeles which are like shells the things that Indians wear on their feet when they do rituals as if they were being dragged across the rocky ground (the streets are made of a bunch of nice smooth rocks on dirt) and I hear like a lot of coins jingling going to the beat of the drum sound I was hearing.

My uncle is hearing the same things as me but he goes outside onto his balcony. He says there’s nothing there. Scared out of our minds we go to bed and practically hug each other to sleep (he was 18 at the time).

We wake up the next morning and at the breakfast table with my grandma, grandpa, uncle Gilberto (the one who I slept with) and Uncle Juan, Aunt Gloria, my aunt who is not scared of anything because in her house she has a ghost askss, did anybody hear the drums and what sounded like cascabeles? My uncle who was sitting next to me kicked my foot as if saying to speak. I suddenly explained what happened to me and my Uncle. My aunt says that she heard almost the same thing but she didn’t hear the sound of coins as me. My uncle Juan says he heard what sounded like something being dragged across the floor like metal. My grandpa and grandma didn’t hear anything that night. My grandpa has reported hearing it before but not that particular night.

After everybody finished my uncle said that when he was getting out of his car he felt like dogs were smelling him. He said he heard the jingle only when he moved as if they were following him. That is the reason he woke me up because he thought he was hallucinating. Many people of the street have reported hearing it all at different times but always related it with the drums and the sound of dragging.

Written by Luis Alberto Sanchez, Copyright 2009