When I was about 12, while at my grandparents’ house, I was in my room late one night. I was up watching t.v. when I heard a knock at the front door. I muted the t.v. to hear when another knock came.

Now, my grandparents’ bedroom was in the back of the house. To get to the front door from there you had to come up a few steps, through the kitchen and into the living room. In the kitchen sat their stove, as stoves do, which made a rattling noise with each step you took. The noise was loud enough, and the kitchen was close enough so I could hear.

So with the t.v. muted I could hear after the second set of knocks the rattling of someone coming through the kitchen to answer the door, then the front door opening.

I figured one of my grandparents’ answered, so I went back to the show and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and upon seeing my grandma in the kitchen asked who was at the door last night. She had no idea; she didn’t answer it. I asked my grandpa; he too had no idea. I explained to them what I heard. My grandpa’s response to it all was: “Well, guess the ghost had company over.”

It was 1998 in Mazatlan, Mexico, and my grandpa and my dad decided to go for a walk around the village. There was not a lot of light until they were three blocks from where they were walking; the light they needed was in front of a bar. On the way, they got a little terrified. But they thought they were cool guys and nothing was going to happen.

They passed by an abandoned house and its door just shut. But my grandpa said that it was just the wind. As they were walking by these houses, my grandpa got tired because he was a little old, so he and his friend sat down in front of another abandoned house.

They heard a little voice calling their names. But they both ignored it. But it called their names again, so they went inside the house to see what was happening. When they both passed through the door, the door shut behind them.

They started to look around, but my dad went upstairs and checked it out. He opened the closet and he saw some squiggly letters which read BEWARE OF US. He closed the closet and it opened the door to the room, but he saw our dead family members, like my grandma and my dog and cat. My Dad opened the closet of the room and saw deadly weapons and other things. He got scared and ran back down to my grandpa.

My dad said, “Come and see what’s upstairs.” (but of course in spanish). They both went up and first he showed him the closet and then the room, but in the room the bodies were not there anymore. My dad got scared and went to a non-deadly room and sat down and started crying.

As they were sitting, they heard the front door open and ran out. They learned a lesson not to walk around at night through a ghost town.

—Christian C.

My Grandpa was a nice and fun guy. But he died of cancer. His death devastated the family. He died a couple of days before his birthday. So every year, we celebrate his birthday and then say a rosary for his death date. I wish I could have known him for longer. My mom was so depressed, she wouldn’t come out of her room for weeks.

His birthday was coming up and we decided to have a party in Mexico with all of my cousins at my grandfather’s house. We had to convince my mom to go. She said if she went she would get more depressed. But we got her to come. 

My Grandpa loved Mexico. He had fish tacos and coke almost every day. He gave up beer for coke. We got to Mexico and we got to say hi to my Grandpa’s house and my mom started crying. Then she stopped and it seemed like she felt rejuvenated. My Grandpa was very protective of my mom; she was Grandpa’s only daughter.

We were about to eat when we heard some noises.  There was a cold, crisp chill in the air and the horses were going wild. The dogs barked and then we saw a glass bottle of coke lift and was thrown at my cousin.

 My Grandpa never liked my cousin because she thought she was better than others. IT hit her in the face and when she got up off the floor, her eye was purple. People were terrified but we laughed. Grandpa was there.

—Joshua R.

There’s this high school in the middle of downtown oklahoma city, called Page Woodson. It was one of the first de-segregated high schools in the state. It closed down in 1994 due to a fire & asbestos. Now it’s abandoned & supposedly haunted.

“Yeah right,” is what I thought when my best friends were telling me about it.

The first time we went there wasn’t much that happened. We heard banging & other creepy noises. It’s an old building… we were bound to hear stuff like that.  

I wanted to go during the day, because I said that there could maybe be a lot of repetitive hauntings (like during school hours). Well, we went during broad daylight. I had my evp player running throughout the entire time. 

1) We asked questions in the gym. We got lots of tapping/knocking. possible response? Maybe. But that could be the wind. 

2) In the library, there was a HUGE poster board type thing, my friend flipped it over & it was pretty loud… something shushed her. She looked at me & asked me why I shushed her. I was like, “What are you talking about?” because I didn’t hear it. We played back the recording & you can hear it pretty clearly. 

3) We stepped back into the hallway from the library & the closet classroom on the right’s door was closed. My friend tried to open it, but it was stuck. She had to put her foot up on the wall & yank really hard, so it dragged across the floor, causing a really loud ruckus. Well, we started to walk off because the floor is sort of caving in in that particular room. I was maybe 10 ft. from the door, she was about 3. Our two friends were between us. & we heard scraping… we turned around & watched as the door slammed shut. She had to PRY it open… how would it close so loudly & rapidly by wind? Plus it wasn’t even windy. There’s no explanation for that one. After that, we were scared. We started talking about how she had to yank it open & then she shushed us. We were like, “What?” & she said, “I hear whistling.” We all stopped to listen & sure enough… there was clear, but quiet, breathy whistling. After that we heard two men talking back & forth. It wasn’t clear enough to make our their words but it sounded like it was in the auditorium. I said, “Oh my god. We’re about to get caught by the police! Or the owner… somebody is here.” So we took off & hid in the library because I seriously was waiting for someone to turn ino the hallway from one of the classrooms. It was dead silent for about 5 minutes. Nobody came. Nothing. & we left after that. 

We listened back to the recording & you hear us talking about the pool. At this point we didn’t know where it was. & you hear VERY clear, very rapid footsteps run past us. Which our footsteps are loud because we were walking through glass. These were clear. Just normal running footsteps. Then you hear my friend open the door, Then it closes. Then you hear us freaking out, the breathy whistling & then you can’t hear the men talking, which blows my mind because it was clearer than the whistling & then you hear a door close. & it wasn’t just like, “Bam, door is closed.” It was slow & creaky like, “eeeeeek.” unexplainable things have happened to us at night as well, but this is by far my favorite & scariest time.

A long time ago in Mexico, my grandpa was sent to the forest to collect wood to make fire. He was sent out late at night because his parents needed to cook. He went deep into the foggy forest and his parents told him to be careful because mysterious things happen to people there.

When he was on his way, he saw a mysterious-looking creature. He thought at first it was just a man also collecting wood, but he noticed something strange. He saw that the man had hooves instead of feet. He tried to run away but when he blinked the creature was standing right in front of him. Then the creature took off his jacket that he was wearing and his whole body was glowing red with flames. My grandpa fainted when he saw him. 

He woke up the next morning with strange marks on his body. The marks looked like scars—symbols from ancient times. When he went back to town he saw that his friend had the same costume as the creature. Then his friend told him he had pranked him because they made a bet that he couldn’t scare him.

He won the bet.

After that, my grandpa didn’t like going to the woods alone, he was so traumatized.

—Alejandro M.