The Dead Can't Hurt Me

As if it's going to look at me and it stood. Like it was slouching over and then it stood up. I remember I closed my eyes. And when I closed my eyes, I didn't want to open them for the life of me. After spending a lot of time at her grandma's house across the street from a cemetery, she became somewhat familiar with the paranormal. Then her family started experiencing it. And everything changed. My name is Edwin. And here is Biantha's true scary story. My grandmother used to babysit us when my mom worked. Unfortunately, my grandmother's home was in front of a cemetery. My grandmother's home was very family-oriented. It was an older house, so it looped. Each room connected within each other. So the living room had two doorways that would go into the hallway. The hallway would go into the next room. The next room would go to my grandmother's room in the very back. and another doorway would loop back to the living room kitchen area. I say that in mind because the most prominent thing happened when I was staying overnight with my grandmother. My uncle was around maybe 13 at the time. We were sitting in the living room and my grandmother's living room and kitchen area did not have a door. It only had half of a wall. So where you were sitting in the living room on the couch, if you scooted over enough to look and lean into the left side, you can see into the kitchen. You would be able to see the stove. It was a gas stove. And I remember my grandfather had fell asleep on the couch and he was dead asleep. Me and my uncle were talking and all of a sudden all we hear is the ticking and then just the sound of the flame. We both look at each other as much as I didn't want to. I leaned over to look into the kitchen and all four burners are, it looks like they were on full blast. My uncle proceeded to get up and wake up his dad. My grandfather gets up half asleep, just walks over into the kitchen and just turns them off. Like he didn't, it didn't faze him, nothing. I remember I looked at my uncle and I'm like, me as a little kid, I'm thinking to myself, what is going on? Like, how is that possible? How are you guys okay with it? I never really liked to be alone in a house. My grandmother worked a lot as well, so my grandfather was left to watch us. Another instance in my grandmother's home was when the shower turned on, like full blast. Nobody was in there. I go and tell him that the shower's on, nobody's in there. My grandfather, again, just with no hesitation, just turned it off. I think at that point, if I was to really ask my grandmother the things that they had seen in that home, they were just not fazed by it. And typical Mexican older grandparents, my grandmother would always tell me in Spanish, nothing in the dead could hurt me, only the living could hurt me. So I guess that's the mentality she grew up with. We would hear barking and noises in the dead of night when I would sleep over, and she would walk out of her back door that was in her room. In her bedroom, it was a weird setup. The back door to the yard was in her room, and when she would hear things in the dead of night, she would just, like nothing, 2 or 3 in the morning, get up and with the flashlight, asking in Spanish, Who's here?¿ Quién anda ahí? What really made it really clear that my grandmother's home was haunted by something or several things was one day after school, myself, my brother and my uncle were playing soccer in the backyard. My grandmother had a chain leak fence. You could jump the fence and there was an alleyway that just for a one car passageway and a back entrance to the cemetery. I remember we were playing soccer. My uncle kicked the ball too hard and it flew over the fence and it rolled into the back entrance of the cemetery. The cemetery itself has a chain link fence, but lining the fence was trees. Until this day, there's still trees. I remember there was a lot of leaves in the edging of the fence line and the tree line. my brother and I jumped over, we're kicking the leaves around being kids. And I remember when we got to the soccer ball, mind you, the actual gravestones and the plots were about maybe 50, 60 yards up ahead. And as we're kicking these leaves around and getting to the soccer ball, we see a stone it looks like a rock at first i remember we leaned over we brushed we started kicking the leaves off and stuff and it turned out to be a headstone but the ones that lay in the ground i remember to myself even as being as young as as i was remembering that's not right that this headstone is covered in dirt and grass practically growing over it so we My brother and I brushed it off. I don't recall the name on it, but what made it messed up to me was that I'm assuming the cemetery sold off some of the portion of their land to developers to build these homes. And that's why my grandmother's home was so active. It was just confirmation that everything that was happening in my grandmother's home was somehow connected with the fact that this tombstone that was far away from the rest, which obviously looked like it's not supposed to be there. This neighborhood could possibly well be on cemetery burial plots. Being intrigued with ghosts and paranormal, it was just an eye-opener for me when I was little. But unfortunately, we had to move, I would say, about an hour and a half away from my grandmother just to get a better upbringing my parents wanted for us. So we ended up moving to Collin County in Texas. Back when we moved there, I was starting 7th, 8th grade. We bought a home, but unfortunately, my mom and my dad still had to commute back to Dallas area for their work. It was still an upcoming town, a small town in Texas. There was literally just a one-way-in, one-way-out kind of entrance to the town. Starting on Fridays, my mom and my dad had a side cleaning business that they would do after they went to work. This Friday came, my mom called me after school and told me, I'm going to need you to stay awake because obviously we've got to go clean and I need you to open the door for us. Being the oldest of three, I'm the only girl and I have two younger brothers. Obviously, I had responsibilities of babysitting them and watching them. I remember telling my mom, okay, sure thing. I was 14, I was going to be awake. If you were standing inside of my parents' bedroom with the door open, you can literally see up the stairway and you would be able to see both my door and my brother's door, which they shared a room. Back then, I don't know what came in my mom's head to want the whole bottom level painted brown. So... When it turned dark, it was pitch black. You couldn't see anything. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face if you wanted to. I was laying in my mom's bed watching TV and I was laying on my side and I remember I had my mom's door open so I could... make sure my brothers weren't taking food or drinks upstairs being it was a new home and my mom didn't want them having accidents with food and drinks upstairs i was facing the tv and i've always grown up not being scared of the dark so the only light i had was the glare of the tv I was watching Nick at night at that, and I had one of my cats laying next to me on the bed. In the corner of my eye, I can see... see a slight movement and I look over and take a second to look at it and I didn't see anything at first so I continued watching TV and Again, I see something slowly moving in the doorway near the stairs. When my eyes actually focus, I remember my heart dropping because I then see, and I'll never forget this, it was a figure. of a tall man it was this man had to at least be six seven feet tall and i can see that it was a man because it was a pitch but it was it's hard to explain it was darker than the dark that was already there but it was a solid black but it had a like a grayish white outline to where you can see that it was a figure of a person it had a fedora hat it had its right hand on the banister and his right foot up the second step as if he's trying to creep up the stairs And I don't know if this thing knew that I seen it or it felt that I seen it. This thing turns its head as if it's going to look at me and it stood like it was slouching over and then it stood up. I remember I closed my eyes and when I closed my eyes, I didn't want to open them for the life of me. It felt like eternity, opening my eyes as if I, for the life of me, didn't want to. I finally got the courage to open them and this thing was gone. I stood up on my mother's bed. The light switch was right by her door. And I remember I stood up on her bed and I reached as far as I could and I flipped the light on. I'm still trying to process what I just saw. I looked over to my right and I had a female cat her name was Oreo and she was you could tell when a cat is scared when her tail was puffy she was kind of going in circles I don't know what she was doing I wanted to be with my brothers but obviously my brothers were upstairs in their room I said a little prayer real quick and I I jumped every second, third step just to get up the stairs. I flung their door open and they were playing video games and I flung it open and I remember they were looking at me like, what are you doing? And I just started crying. I like bawled my eyes out and I obviously told my little brothers. I think it was around two, almost turning three in the morning when my parents finally got home and they were knocking on the door my brother opening the door and we had a sectional we had all the lights on downstairs we're sitting in the middle of the sectional and my mom and dad come in and they're like what did you do because we had all the lights on i guess we just look guilty I remember my little brother saying, Bianca saw something. My mom turned to me and she said, what did you see? And as soon as what did you see came out of my mother's mouth, I started bawling. I couldn't, it took me forever. I couldn't stop crying to finally get what I saw out. And to this day, every time I tell that story to people, when I was talking about ghosts, paranormal my family's when we're talking about scary stuff and as of right now as I'm saying it I get goosebumps I've been intrigued by ghost paranormal I've never really witnessed it besides the little things growing up in my grandmother's home and that was like dead set like boom there it is it's real like these things do happen Because I'm very open to the fact that there is an afterlife, I'm more susceptible to, I would say, things trying to get my attention, I would say, that's just passing along. And I just so happen to see that. I was 14, 15 at that time. I didn't know that was a thing until my early 20s when my little brother died. came to me and he's like, hey B, do you know there's other people around the world that has seen this figure with the fedora hat called the Hat Man? I immediately went on my phone, I looked it up, and sure enough, I seen this documentary that they had running, people around the world just telling their stories on how they saw what they call the quote unquote, the hat man. Shortly after me seeing that, the hat man, slowly but surely, people in my family started seeing things in that home. I was in my room. I'm assuming I was watching TV. My mom came in and she was talking to me about something. Shortly after, my mother and my brother were sitting on my bed and I closed my door. I was sitting in front of my door. Indian style, and we're talking, laughing, having a conversation. I'm telling them a story. I was in high school at this time already. I had a Hawaiian lei, like the flower lei necklaces hanging on my doorknob. I was about maybe two feet from my door, from my actual door. So I wasn't leaning on it. I was literally in the middle of the door in my bed, just talking to him, having a conversation. And as I'm talking to my mom and my brother, I just see their face change. It went from being happy to their eyes wide open, and they're just concerned, like a concerned look on their face. And I'm like, what's wrong? My brother and my mom, looked at each other and my mom tells my brother you saw that right my brother goes yeah and i said saw what and she's b you're talking and we literally just seen the lay necklace Like as if somebody lifted it with their hand, their fingers and they let it go. And as they're telling me this, I turn around and the motion of the lathe necklace is barely stopping. It's motion of swinging. I checked to make sure my hair isn't caught on it. Nothing. I was too far away from it. And my mom is just like, I can't believe, like, what is it? And I'm like, I have no idea. My dad, he's a very quiet person. He'll listen to people's stories. He doesn't judge. I want to say he does believe in the paranormal, but he's never really experienced anything up until that point. So again, my mother was napping. My dad was watching TV on the couch. My brothers were in their room and I was in mine. Being a teenager, I had my door closed. My brothers had their door closed playing games, I'm assuming. My dad's a pretty heavy set guy. So we would be able to distinguish when he was coming up the stairs. And I remember I could hear him coming up the steps. And it was around maybe five or six in the evening that day. I could hear him coming and I was just waiting for him to open my door to hear what's going on. He swings the door open really fast and he's just staring at me. And I'm staring at him and he doesn't say anything, but he's just looking at me with this intense look. And I'm like, what's wrong? He doesn't say anything. He just continues staring at me intensely. And he turns around without a word and he goes downstairs like fast. With a confused look, I just jump off my bed and I... go to the top of the stairway and you can look directly down to the living room to see who's downstairs he swung his door open and my mom he goes to my mother which she's asleep and he gets really close to her and he nudges her and he's like wake up my mom was a really light sleeper and she worries a lot so as soon as he did that she's like what what's wrong And he does the same thing. He stares at my mother. He doesn't say anything. He just stares at her. And my mom's like, what's wrong? What's wrong? Again, he leaves my mom where she's at, confused. And he goes to the living room. And he's standing there. My mom jumps up. And she's looking at me. She's like, what's going on? I was like, I have no idea. And I'm still standing there. now at the middle of the stairway stairs looking down and my mom's like what is it Gordo what's wrong and my dad's like one of you was crying who was it and we're like we look at my mom looks at me and we're like nobody's crying and he's like I heard a woman weeping like crying her eyes out my mom's like no you didn't I'm asleep you just seen that I was asleep B doesn't look like she was crying nobody's crying my dad just stayed dumbfounded he didn't know How to process it, I'm assuming, because he stood there for a good five minutes trying to figure out why he heard what he heard, and he said it came within the house. He even went as far as going outside, and he said there was nobody outside. I don't know how many months after, my brothers would bring friends home to hang out. My middle brother had a friend over and they were playing video games and they went downstairs to get something to eat. I shortly got home and we're talking amongst each other. My brother goes, I'm going to go to the bathroom. So he runs upstairs. Our bathroom layout was, there was the entrance of the bathroom, the sink area, and then you could close the door to use the bathroom. He comes down a few minutes later and he looks upset. He's like, I told you guys to stop messing with me while I'm using the bathroom. And we're like, nobody was upstairs. And he's like, no, I heard somebody come in and jiggle the door, the doorknob. We're like, nobody went upstairs. He didn't know how to process it. He just stayed like looking. Okay. I don't think he really believed us, but... Nobody went messing with him, especially if someone's going to go to the bathroom. We knew we're not to play around. To this day, I experience things here and there, and I don't know how to explain it. Bianca, thank you so much for sharing your experiences here at True Scary Story. This is beyond creepy to me, thinking that the phenomenon that we know as the hat man happened to you. Because it's one of those things that you hear from all over the place. It just spans different cultures, different countries. An encounter with it really makes you wonder, what could this thing have been? Now, I've heard of other experiences of people that have lived near cemeteries. I'm actually interested to know if anybody else out here listening has experienced anything like this. Because in the one experience that they sent in, those are the early, early, early days of this podcast. It was just like a written thing where I was like, hey, do you want to tell it? And they're like, no, I just wanted to tell you because there's not much more to it. But basically, they had moved into a house and the microwave would go off whenever this guy's twin daughters would start crying. And it was like this. entity that didn't like either responded to the cry somehow or just didn't like it but like the babies would start crying and then the microwave would be then they found out that they weren't that far away from a cemetery which to me I don't know it seems like an important detail about moving into a house but I'm interested to know have you ever lived near a cemetery near a funeral home near a hospital and experience any kind of things like these please send them in you can find me over at truescarystory.com Just fill out the form. If it's a good match for the podcast, we will set up a time to have a call and get it here on the show. This episode was edited and sound designed by me, Edwin Covarrubias, with additional production and scheduling by the Scary FM team. If you have any ideas, questions, comments, you know where to find me. All my info is in the description of this episode. As always, thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary, everyone. See you soon.