East Texas Experience
It was late 1992. I was in my last year of college and
guy (we'll call him Bryan for privacy's sake) from a neighboring
university. We had agreed before going home to our families
I would drive up to see him over the Christmas/New Year break and
a few days with his family at his parent's home.
after Christmas but before New Year's I got in my little car and
the 5 hours out to east Texas.
His family lived in a wood frame older home. The kind that
little parlors and folding/sliding doors. Wood floors.
attic with large chimney and room to walk around in the
Anyway, the first day I was there, I didn't really pay much
attention to the house. Bryan showed me around his small
where he went to church as a kid and we went out to dinner and saw
I'd like to take a moment to note here that we did not drink any
alcohol, do any drugs or other type of mind altering substances
retell this story and people hear how late it was they just assume
SOMETHING must have happened to cause me to "imagine" this so I
this disclaimer each time I tell it) Just dinner and a
movie. We got back to his parent's house around
midnight. I remember that I sat up chatting with his mom for
about 30 minutes before I went to my "room." Their
didn't have extra guest rooms so I had been given a sitting room
had double doors on two sides of it. There was a couch, TV,
fireplace. I was supposed to sleep on the couch. The
doors - one set opened to a larger living room where my boyfriend
sleeping on a sleeper sofa and the other set of doors on the other
of the room opened into a dining area with table and chairs and
that was the kitchen.
So, I go into my room and close both sets of doors while I get
undressed and into my sleepwear. I flipped the light switch
got under the covers on the couch. I remember rolling
to face the back of the couch and snuggle down to get
warmer. I was WIDE AWAKE - clear headed. I had just
comfortable when I "felt" Bryan walk into the room. But it
complete silence. You know how sometimes you know someone
walked into a room even if your back is turned and they didn't
make a noise? Well, that is what I thought had
Bryan's bags were in the room I was sleeping in so I figured he
need his contact solution or something. But after a minute I
realized that I didn't hear him rummaging in his bags and I guess
must have thought it odd that he didn't say something like "oh,
my deoderant, mind if I turn on the light?" Just
but I could tell he was in the room.
Remember it was dark - I had turned off the light. But there
enough light coming through one of the windows for me to see
and contrasts in the room. I rolled over on the couch and
discovered "Bryan" standing over me RIGHT BESIDE THE COUCH.
seemed to have his arms and hands in a "praying position".
together, head bowed. In the dark, I remember it seemed like
was wearing a white t-shirt like my grandpa used to wear under his
shirt. Those real thin tank top type of tshirts. Some
people call them "wife beaters." Anyway, I am still
thinking this is Bryan, cause its dark and the man is about the
size so I say "What are you DOING?" cause I'm puzzled why
standing there like that beside me.
Well, Bryan answered me. FROM THE OTHER ROOM. He said,
"nothing, in bed reading" or something totally normal. I am
freaking out and my eyes are tearing up and my heart is pounding
because I do not know WHO is standing next to me in the
dark. And he is STILL standing there unmoving and I'm
terrified. So, I said - still thinking I must have
- "um, where are you?" and Bryan replied back, still from
other room, "I'm in bed, why?"
I am lying flat on my back trying to press into the sofa and
tears are running down my face and my heart is about to rip out of
chest because I know something isn't right. This man
here in the room and he is just standing there.
yell "get in here! now, please!" and at that point the man by the
who has remained still and unmoving and in prayer or meditation or
whatever this whole time - just starts to walk backwards. He
still praying or whatever as he goes backwards. As
opened the folding doors, the man walked backward and through the
furniture he sort of just vanished.
Bryan turned on the lights and came over to the couch and I had
sorts of questions for him. I was trying to discern if
had played on a joke on me, how it could have happened.
calm and puzzled. No grinning like a joke had been played
don't think he believed me. He told me believed that I
it and that he could tell I was scared. But he didn't really
believe it because he'd lived in that house a long time and never
that happen. I wanted to wake his parents up and
them what the history of the house was. Bryan said no way as
mom had just had a pacemaker put in and didn't want to scare
I also felt like he didn't want her to think I was loony.
Bryan's older brother later told me that the house had been built
the early 1900's and a doctor had practiced medicine there and
part of it to treat patients.
Who knows? Who did I see? Did it have to do with the
of the year? Christmas/New Year? Was it the old
one of his patients?
I stayed with Bryan's family three more nights and I made myself
in the same room but I clearly remember going to sleep and keeping
eyes firmly shut once the light went out and facing the back of
couch. I remember PRAYING that I wouldn't see anything
else. And honestly, I'm glad I didn't. I
probably would have cut my visit short.