My mother told me these stories,
she said there true. My
aunts verified that they are true, when I asked them
about it.
#1 (1940's)
When my mom was about 15
years old, they lived on a ranch
out in Biola, California
where my grandpa was a ranch
hand. My grandma used to feed just
about everybody who lived closeby, mostly on the
weekends when she'd make big pots of meats,
tortillas etc.
On this night, my mom said it
was about 1:00AM. All the neighbors had returned to
their homes. Mom and her sisters had
to use the outhouse which
was a little ways from the
main house. She said the moon was out
just enough to light the way, It was a little
windy too. When they were half
way to the outhouse, they looked up and saw
someone walking towards them down
the path that lead from the road. Thinking it was
their neighbor who had left something at
their house that night, my mom
and her sisters stopped to wait for him. They
even waved to him. Mom said the figure was
wearing a longcoat, with the lapels up and gloves,
and a big black hat with a wide brim so that they
couldn't see his face. They stood there chitchatting,
wishing he would hurry up. It was cold.
When the man got closer, they turned to say
hello, and got a good look at him for the first time.
They still could not see a face but when
they looked down at his feet, there
were none. The leaves were just swirling around
where his feet were supposed to be.
They screamed and ran home as
fast as they could with the figure following.
My grandpa checked and found
nothing. My grandma said the rosary
that night. My mom said they still don't know who or
what that was but will never forget it.
#2 Different House...(1940's)
My grandfather liked his beer and used to drink a
lot of it from what I hear. My grandma used to make
homemade beer to try and keep him home. Even the
cops knew him and instead of putting him in jail they
would just bring him home.
"Mrs. Juarez, we have Ireno
again".
There were also times that my
grandfather would drive himself
home. During the year that he lived in this house, my
grandfather said he would be driving home and
about a block from his house he would see fire engulfing
the house. He would get sober real fast and
drive home faster. He said once he got to the
house, the flames would move to the backyard and when he
would run to the back yard, the fire would disappear
into thin air. My grandfather would come into
the house chalk white and scared. My mom said that finally
my grandfather couldn't take anymore and they
moved away. He thought it was an omen of some kind. Nobody
else could see the fire. They just thought he was
drunk.
A year after they moved, they
heard that the new owners
were digging in the back yard for a
well or something and they found 2 little kegs full
of old coins which would have been worth a mint in
those days. To this day my mom
believes that the ghost fire was trying
to tell my grandfather to dig in the back yard, Instead
they moved. I believe my grandfather had ESP
etc. because my mom has a lot of these tales.
