So, all through my life I have had man paranormal experiences—some I refuse to speak of. However, this story is true, and I feel it is safe to be told.
This story takes place in California, in a normal house in a fairly rural area. Not like, out in the sticks, but not very urban either.
So about 2 1/2 years ago my family went camping over spring break. We do this all the time and, living in Texas, we have a plethora of different places to camp. We usually alternate from “deserty” to “foresty” depending on the break. This was a desert trip, which meant that my dad could choose the location. He chose this nature reserve called “Black Gap” on the Texas-Mexico border.
When i was about 10 or 11 i lived in this one house that had been around for maybe 70 years before we moved in. We had heard ghost stories of an old man that had died in the house earlier but we didn’t believe them. About a month after living there, my mom started talking about smelling weird, old men cologne at certain points on the house. I never smelt it until one night.
So, about four years ago I lived in an old, family owned house located in a small, rural, southern community. My family and I moved in when I was about six years old and at first it was everything we had ever wanted. My sister and I shared the back bedroom that my parents had painted pink and my older brother got the bedroom across from ours.
My cousin and his girlfriend told us this story.
So they moved into an older house recently. It’s my cousin, his girlfriend, his girlfriend’s mom, stepdad, and infant brother. My cousin works weird hours, so after working really late he woke up the next day some time in the afternoon to a baby crying.
This happened around two weeks ago, where I had found out that there was a ghost tour in the town over from me. The town had always been known for being quite haunted, especially because it was the first town built in the colony that then branched out into the three other major towns.