The Things That Followed Us

She was standing there in my bedroom. Her skin looked great, her hair looked wet, and her eyes look dark. The way she was staring at me was very intense, like she hated me. From childhood through adulthood. Becca recounts a lifetime of chilling experiences that defy logic and follow her across states and homes. My name is Edwin and here is Becca. It's true scary story. My name is Becca. I was born in Flint, Michigan. Once I started really telling my stories in the email, it's like the floog the it's open, and it's like all these memories just started popping out. The first story I want to tell will actually be my dad's. Him and my mom had actually had my sister when they were about seventeen years old and they were still living with my grandparents. The house that they were living at we actually called a greenhouse. Right above my sister's crib, he had this grim reaper poster and my mom she was yelling at him one day and told him that he better take it off and he better get rid of it. He ripped it off the wall and he kind of threaded into pieces was cutting it out. There was a little fire pit that they had outside. He threw it inside the fire pit and it was basically burnt. They left, went to the store, and whenever they came back hours later, they saw it right back on the wall where it was above my sister's crib. It looked like nothing was done to it, like it was perfectly like flat. It was in good condition. And all that Soon after, they actually moved out of that house and moved right next door next door i'll call one sixteen. That's the house that I grew up in. Before they moved into that house, it was renovated, so upstairs was actually a condo and downstairs was another one, so it was like two separate condos in one. So they renovated upstairs into the bedroom area instead, and the bottom was just the kitchen and living room area. It was me and my siblings, so my oldest I will call her Tea, the second born. The third born is my brother Josse, my baby brother, I'll call him Threne at that time, and we all kind of slept in the same bedroom, all four of us. I mean I was six, my sister was eight, my little brother was four at that time, and then my baby brother was two. Whenever we all slept together, we were all freaked out over the house anyways, because we all would see things or field things. It just never sat right with us. We could all hear stuff moving around at night upstairs. We would hear dishes falling in the middle of the night. You would hear walking at the top of the stairs. My sister, she would always call sleeping by the wall, and then right next to her was my brother Josse. Then it was me, and then it was my baby brother Threne. The first encounter that I can actually remember was when I was six. One night, I'm already sleeping my baby brother, like I said, he's sleeping at the end of the bed. I wake up and I remember looking over to my right. I see this lady hovering over him. It looks like she's floating, like she's wearing this white flowy dress Renaissance style to where it has the flowing sleeves for the arms, just flowy everywhere. I automatically was like, oh, my gosh, she's an angel. She's hovering over him, wearing white and she has like long blonde hair, but her hair was covering part of her face that I could see. Drina's just there and he's still giggling, and then all of a sudden, he stops. Everything just went dead, silent, all of a sudden, Like I just felt so scared, and I started slowly raising the blanket because I was like, well, if I do it fast, she's gonna catch me. She slowly started looking my way. She's not an angel, she's something else. And I just remember my blankets covering my face, and I could feel her right on top of me. You know when someone's standing so close to you, you can feel them right there through the blankets. I could actually feel her breathing so heavy on me. I remember like holding the blankets so tight. I did not want to let it go, Like I kind of even threw it behind my head so I can lock it in in a sense, but I could feel her. After a few minutes, it was gone. But even then I did not want to take my blankets off. And I was even so scared because I was like, I'm going to wake up and my brother's not even going to be there. But I'm too much of a chicken to even really do anything about it. Around that same time, anytime me and my sister would have a nightmare, we would have to run over to my parents room. We would have to exit our room and turn to the right, and their door is just a straight shot. On the right side of their door is actually our stairwell. You go down the stairs and you hit a wall, and then you had to make a left just to go down the other half of the stairs. When you're walking up and down the stairs, you actually don't know if anyone's even right there on the second half, because there's no way of looking around that corner. Sometimes we would kind of play around with each other and one would be up the stairs and the other one would be on the bottom half, and we would always try to scare each other. But none of us wanted to be out there at night. Anytime we had a nightmare, it was either just stay in the bed or go to the parents' room. Whenever we went to my parents' bedroom, I remember knocking on the door, and sometimes right by the wall on the right you would see a lady kind of just standing there. It wasn't the same lady that I saw floating over my brother. This one. She had brunette hair pinned up and she was wearing kind of this weird looking blueish type dress my sister. She would actually see the same lady standing there and she would have a son with her, and the sun never had any feat he was always floating standing next to the mom. I'm assuming, and you can hear big thuds just walking up the stairs. You hear it getting closer and closer, so you're like, oh my gosh, like what am I gonna do. There's several times where I actually just ran back to my room. I had a dog at that time. Her name was Makarena. It was daylight outside. I want to say I was the only one there with my grandmother. I remember sitting down on the couch and Makarena's right there next to me. From my peripherals, from the left, I see this little kid take off running and go all the way across the living room to the right. That's where the stairwell was. He would just run right up the stairs, and I remember even hearing little thuds. I remember looking right at Makarena. Her eyes would follow this kid like she's seen something too. So that was always validation for me, even at a young age. I was kind of like, okay, it's nothing evil, Like if she's not barking then we're good. My aunt actually brought a board into one sixteen, and I remember being there while they're playing it in the kitchen in the dining room, they asked like okay, like who's going to pass away or something like that, and I remember standing there, being like seven years old. The planchette had faced right towards me. The light had actually shut off. They tried to blame it on, like, oh, someone shut off the light to make it funny or whatever, but I remember everybody just screaming. And right after that, like my grandma actually walked through the door and literally everyone got in trouble. She made them take it outside and burn it in the fire pit, and I remember waking up the next morning and some of it wasn't even burned. There were still pieces that looked very put together. So they had to burn it, I want to say, like three times, and that includes them pouring gasoline over it and it wasn't burning. When I was in second grade, still lived in the same house. At that time, my parents had actually moved to Texas. They were going through some things and I think they kind of needed that time away to really figure things out. My dad went initially to find a job over there Michigan at that time, especially Flint, it wasn't a good area to really live in. My dad was really just trying to get us out of there. My mom she moved with him, so my aunt took over and she was actually caring for us at that time. Also, my grandparents had moved over there as well for work. They took my baby brother, so it was just my older sister, me and Josse. Around this time, I would always see a man standing at the corner of our bedroom. He would always stare at Josse, and I was very protective of him at that time. I would hug him while we were sleeping, or I would kind of hold his hand because I'm like, okay, like if you get taken away, I need to know when you do. And if you do, I couldn't really see features. I would see more of like a shadow outline. He just felt so wrong to me, and I always felt like he just had his eyes so focused on Jose and I was always scared of what he was going to do to him. We would be outside plane I remember looking up and the shadow he's on the second floor staring out of our bedroom window. Even then, when I would see him looking down. I would always see him staring at Jose. One time I was like, let me test it, and I kind of ran to the opposite side of where Hesset was. His focus just never left my brother. He just kept staring at him. We would have our cousins come over sometimes and they would want to like hide and seek in the dark, so literally we would shut all the lights off at the house at one sixteen. Everybody's hiding everywhere. I remember sometimes I would open a closet door and I would see a little kid sitting there, and it's not one of my cousins. It was always that kid that I would see running in the living room, and of course I would go find another place to hide because I wasn't trying to be around him. But I remember one time playing hide and Seek in the dark and the man, the shadow Man, he actually was standing next to whole seve one times. I remember grabbing alse and like, okay, we're not playing anymore and taking them to the kitchen, turning the lights on, and everybody kind of being upset about it and just playing in there. I didn't want to tell any of them what I saw. I think for me. I was just more scared than anything of admitting it and my cousins wanting to seek it out. My other cousins they actually lived at the greenhouse next door. I remember them coming over and telling us stories about hearing things or even seeing shadows in the same room that my dad was actually in with my mom when the Grim Reaper poster had happened. Everything just felt so heavy and it just felt so evil, like I never felt right stepping foot in there. A few times that I had to go over there, my aunt asked me to go down to the basement with one of my cousins. So you walked down the stairs automatically. With it being in Michigan, it was always chilly down there, like it was basically cement everywhere. To the left, you kind of had to walk maybe five feet and then do like little U turn to get into the laundry room area. On the right side was the washer dryer, and on the left side, in that corner, there was two little boys that were standing there. The way that they were staring at me looked like I was the intruder, Like they had this very like serious face to them. You can see like their eyebrows wrinkling together, like they were so upset with me. I felt like I was walking into something I shouldn't be. And I remember telling my cousin like, oh my gosh, like do you see that? He was like no, Like there's no one over there. And I remember running upstairs, and I'm sure everybody kind of has that feeling when you're running upstairs, you feel like someone's right on your tail. Well that's how it felt with me. But it's like my neck felt so tight. I felt like they were right there. That failing stayed there until I was out of their house. Even on our basement at one sixteen, whenever I would go down there, I only really try to go down there with my grandma, and I always saw like a lady with a blue dress, brunette hair. I would see a little boy, but they weren't standing together. The boy was kind of just elsewhere, like in a different corner. I was the outsider, even though it's my own basement, in my own house. I just I hate it. After we finished school that year, we actually end up moving to Texas to be with my parents. There was a lot going on, like at that time, my parents kind of realized that the relationship really wasn't gonna work. So it was all this negative energy being in Michigan to all this other negativity going on with my parents in Texas. It was really hard for me. I'm very observant and I'm pretty empathetic, so I feel feelings, and I felt like they couldn't handle having all of us back together. Here we are thinking we're gonna be a big, happy family, and everything's just fallen apart. My dad he ended up leaving so he can join the military, and then my mom, her depression got really bad. To me. I felt like I was a little abandoned, so I was really depressed at a young age. I do remember me and Hussa really going through stuff together, seeing things. So my grandparents, my dad's parents, we actually moved in with her. That's when everything pretty much amped up for me. We lived in a house on Tucker At night, being in that house was actually really creepy. Maybe I'm like seven and a half or eight, who says, maybe six. We were kind of playing around in the living room and all time, alight were off. My grandma was in the living room watching TV. I just midway decided like it's okay. I don't want to play anymore. I actually want to just sit with Grandma on the couch. Poselle was going around in the hallway. All of a sudden, he disappeared into the hallway. He yelled, and you could see like fear in his eyes. He said that he saw a man that was covered in blood and he was walking towards me. He was trying to get me. If it wasn't for like the look on his face, honestly, like I probably would have been dismissed it. But I already knew that look from how things were at one sixteen, when I would see him catch a glimpse of things. So I'm like, Okay, I know this guy saw something. I didn't know if that shadow man that would watch him followed us there at the same house, in the computer room, we were dancing around playing. I think my sister was on the computer and my grandma, she was always taking pictures of us. She snapped this photo and in the photo for the front door, there was a little cut out like a window that you can peer through instead of a peopole, so you would just look through that window to see if someone was there or not. But on this picture you see a man looking right at us, and it was weird because he was wearing like sunglasses, a hat, a plaid shirt, and jeans. Like I still remember it, he was kind of faded out. She was like, no, like maybe one of our photos got stuck on top of each other. Maybe when we got it developed, it kind of left an imprint. And I'm like, no, ma'am, that is someone literally staring at us. She even tried to say, like maybe someone from the outside was looking end. But I'm like, if that's the case, why do I see his clothes, Because if you're gonna look through that window, you would have just seen the face. I was like, no, like, that's someone in the house with us. On some weekends, we would actually go to my mom's apartment. She slept in one room and all four of us slept in the other bedroom. But my baby brother, he was a mama's boy, so he was always kind of with her too. One night, it was me, Jose and my sister same thing. My sister's by the wall. Then it was Jose in the middle and I was at the end. My mom she had made the shelf right above our bed. On top of the shelf, she had maybe like a little jar of holy water up there, but she also had this thick, heavy, porcelain angel doll. It was very, very hard. It was very heavy. We're all laying there and we're on the pillows. We're not even up against the wall. We're not binging against the wall jumping around. We're literally they're just laughing, having a good time. I don't know why, but when we're laying there, I felt the urge to kind of stick my hand out, my right hand over Jossay's face. It's like I didn't even have a second to really think. The thought just hit me, and then all of a sudden, my hand's going out right on top of his face. I remember the doll, the angel, falling off of the shelf and landing right on top of my hand, and it was hard enough to where my hand actually kind of dropped down a little bit onto Hosta's face, but it wasn't enough to where it smacked him. It's just like I felt like the tip of his nose right on the back of my hand. If I didn't have my hand out there, I know, like this doll would have definitely crushed his face. We stood quiet, and then we all just kind of screamed, and I think it just like all hit us at the same time, like, what's that? I threw that angel right underneath our bed. Angels were supposed to be protecting us, so why would an angel figurine fall down on this little kid? It really scared me. Fast forward a couple of years. My great grandma she was sick, and this is my dad's grandma, so my grandpa's mom. We kept traveling from Arlington to San Antonio. It felt like almost every weekend we were traveling to San Antonio. One weekend, I remember waking up and I see my aunt. She's making us breakfast, and I was always happy to see her. Anyways, I was just kind of talking to her, catching up and you know, just really happy to see her. And I asked that grandma and grandpa go to San Antonio's. Did they leave again? And she was like, yeah, they're not here. They left. They're just going to visit her and they'll be back maybe today or tomorrow. Before all that, I remember having a dream that my great grandma had actually passed away. She looked very happy. She didn't look sick to me, she looked very content. In my head, I'm like, okay, it's because she's going to see great Grandpa again. You know. I woke up and she didn't really think twice. I felt like I was a little sad, but not really so much, just because of how relieved she looked in my dream. But I remember talking with my aunt in the kitchen. The phone had rained, and I remember just kind of staring at her and I was like, oh, man, I really don't want to answer this because I felt like I already knew. I picked up the phone and I just took a deep breath. I didn't hear anything in the background, and I was like, she passed away, didn't she? And then my grandma she was on the other line and she was like, you know, let me talk to your aunt. And then I gave my aunt my phone, and as soon as she hung up, I was like, great Grandma passed away, didn't she? And she just started crying and she was like, yeah, apparently like she passed away early this morning. She was crying. My sister she woke up and you know, she told her she was crying. But I couldn't really bring myself to cry because I just felt like, no, she's okay. She's relieved around this time too, like I was really suffering still with depression and anxiety. I would hear things in my head or I would hear my name being called and I would look and then I would hear my name being called again. So I remember like just kind of ignoring it. And at that time, I was really trying to shut it off. I didn't want that eye to be open. My grandma and my aunt I remember them telling me like, you have a choice whether you want to have your eye opened or not, or whether you want to see that or not, or you know, experience things or really have that gift. So in my head, I'm like, well, I'm going to ignore everything because I do not want this gift. I don't want to know when people pass away. I don't want to know or hear things or see things. So I was really trying to shut it off. But there was this one board that me and my sister would play with. It was called Circle of Friends, and my aunt had bought it a long time ago for white energy and good energy and all this. So I kind of fell into the fact like, oh, okay, like it's a good thing. It's not bad. We had it in our room. My sister. Every single time, she was like, I want to play this, I have questions I need to ask, and I felt like she was definitely going through her own thing. So we would get on the floor and there was a little script that you had to read, and it's talking about like, you know, protect us around us with good energy and all this stuff. Now that I think about it, there's been times where we didn't even close it out because apparently you're supposed to say it ending prayer or say something to kind of close out letting someone come in to your circle. But we never did that, Like we end up losing the paper and we end up kind of just kept that door open. But we would always kind of mess with it. We would just ask it random questions like oh, who likes me at school or stuff like that. We're just teenagers, preteens, you know, playing with us. That's when I was really hearing things. And now that I think about it, it was probably because of this board that we're messing with that we had no business messing with. I didn't really have a stable household at that time, so I really felt very very negative. I decided to kind of just ignore anything and everything that I would see. I would see little things in the corner of my eyes, like peripherals, like just something running, or I would see someone staring at me, trying to look into the doorway or something. I want to say. I was fourteen, my grandma moved into another house in Arlington. When you walk in the living room is like open concept. Right in front of you, like on the left and to the right is a stairwell. Right there. You walk up the steps and you could see everything like it's nothing hidden, so you could see you who's coming up and down those stairs. And then if you're looking up, you can actually see maybe two of the bedrooms. Sometimes when you're just sitting on the couch where your back is to the stairwell, you can feel someone staring at you. And if you're sitting on the left sectional, you can see someone kind of looking over the wall. You see them staring down at you. I have brought my friend over. She is deadly afraid of anything paranormal. All my family members were there, so she walks in and I introduced her. I'm like, oh, this is my sister, this is my brother, this is my other brother. Oh at the table, there's my two aunts, my grandma, my cousins, and my Grandpa's walking out of his bedroom and then I remember her looking up and she's like, oh, who's that And I was like, Yeah, that's my cousin. A couple of days later, I was like, hey, you remember the guy that was at the top of the stairs who you asked like, Oh, who is that? And I told you it was my cousin. She was like, yeah, No, that wasn't my cousin. That was just like an apparition or something. And I was like, that was a shadow. I don't know who that is. We see him at the house. And she got so mad at me. She didn't talk to me for a few days. She was really mad. It kind of gives me chills now just thinking about it still to this day. There's a little blonde girl that we see running around here and there, my other one of my little cousins. She's mixed and she's adorable, but she's the only one in our family that has very fair skin and blonde hair, blue green eyes. We're all darker Hispanics, dark hair brunettes with like got gob brown eyes, so she definitely stands out. There's been a few times, especially because she was around the same age as my little cousin when we first started seeing her. But we would be like, Sofia, come here, and she's not there. And I go to my grandma's room and I'm like, Sofia, And then I see a little kid coming from behind me and she's like yeah, and I'm like, oh my god, don't tell me all she's just tasting a ghost. But it's weird because to this day we still see her and she's still this little girl. She doesn't feel evil or anything like that. She never has. I got pregnant when I was eighteen. I was pretty far along in my pregnancy. My aunt Alicia, she lived at this house that was actually next to my high school. I remember going there for Easter. It felt so heavy. I don't know how to really explain it, like it was hard to breathe. And for a bit, I was kind of just blaming it on, like, oh, I'm just pregnant. But I hated going there. My grandma she was telling me and my boyfriend, who's actually my husband, now, your thea is going through something. My uncle he would wake up and he would have scratches on his back. He would feel like something is on his chest or something was choking him. Need y'all to You're gonna have to come over to the house, to her house. You near bring your rosary with you, plus your little cousin's there. She was two at the time, my little cousin, and she's seeing things, and my aunt she's seeing shadows, she's hearing noises. We go to my Thea's house. So you walk into her house and right away you're in the living room and on the right side she has a stairwell as well. We all kind of head to the kitchen. So you have me, my Thea, my uncle, my grandmama, my grandpa, my two brothers, two of my other aunts, and then my little cousin. We all have our rosaries. And then it just got quiet, and my Grandma's like, okay, it's time we go in the living room. My Grandma's like, we're obviously gonna pray, so we're all gonna be on our knees. Now. My grandma like, I'm pregnant. I can't get on my knees. I won't be able to get up. She's like, okay, well you're the only one that can sit on the couch. But out of respect. Everyone has to get on their knees and we all have to be we all have to pray. We all kind of get in a circle, and I'm the only one on the couch, so I'm maybe like two feet back from my husband and my brother Cosette. My grandma leads the prayer. In the middle of praying, like it just starts feeling weird inside the house, and then it feels very very heavy. We hear something hit the glass in the kitchen, and then we hear something drop. All of our head in emotion, just turned to the right. Then all of a sudden, we heard something bang upstairs, so all of our heads looked straight up, and then we hear like walking. I'm wadling next to my husband and I leaning down on my knees, and then we look forward at my grandma and my uncle. He starts crying. And then my little cousin, his daughter, she he gets up and she runs over to her dad and she starts holding him and hugging him. So my grandma just yells keep going, and we're all freaking out, but we keep praying, and we're all like kind of shivering and anxieties through the roof. We're all freaked out. But my uncle he's just like crying his eyes out, and he turned red, like he's crying so hard he's red. We keep praying, and then the air just starts feeling lighter. At that point, my uncle he like lift up his sleeve and he have two or three marks on his arm, like he got scratched. We were all surrounding him, like there was not one point where anyone would not have to unscratched him, And there was not one point where he even scratched himself. They moved out, like maybe two weeks to a month after because it didn't get any better. I am twenty one years old. I was at my grandma's house. I had my kids with me, my oldest son and then I have twins, one boy, one girl. They're playing with the little cousins and I'm talking to my grandma. She's sitting on the bar stool on the like kind of leaning on the counter, talking to me. I was just washing her dishes and I'm talking to her. I'm looking down at the sink and I remember glancing up. My neck got tight again, like something was near. I see this man. His head was down a little bit and he looked very stern. He was looking inside the window. I remember dropping the dish I was washing and just kind of screaming, and I'm like, oh my god. My little cousin. She looked at me. She's like, oh no, And then my Grandma's like, did you see him too? Yeah? Me so sorry, Like, your cousin actually saw this man looking in the other day. And it's dark outside at that time too. It wasn't during the day, and I could see a face clearly staring in. When you look out the window, it's just the backyard, and they had the gate locked, so it's not like anyone can really go through the gate, and you can't jump a fence or anything like that. I'm thirty one now. I will not look out that window. It freaks me out. I was twenty three. There was nothing big that happened that day or that night. I go to bed. I'm having this nightmare. Me and my husband, we were living in an apartment with our kids. In my dream, I see like a figure of a man, but in my head I knew it was like a demonic entity. He just felt pure evil to me, and I could feel that while I was dreaming. The man breaks in. When he breaks in, I wake up in my dream. I'm awake, and I'm like, oh my gosh, like i have to get him out of my house, Like he's gonna get my kids, he's gonna get us. So I use myself as like bait. He's like chasing me all around the apartment. I remember running out the patio, kind of jumping that little patio fence that we have right next to our apartment. There's like a sewer drainage. Okay, if I run through there, I can lose him in it because it's really dark, like there's no way he's gonna catch me. I hop the patio fence and I kind of run down into the little ditch area, and then I'm running through the little sewer tunnel. I see a light at the very end, so I'm running. I'm like, Okay, if I can get to the end of this, like I'll be safe and we're all gonna be safe. We're all gonna be okay. Once I get towards the end, I think I'm in, like you know, the safe zone. The demon pops out from right at the end of it, at the corner. But the whole time that I'm running through it. He's right on my tail, like I can feel him. I can hear water splashing, I can hear my footsteps splashing as I'm running, and I can hear his. He pops out from the from the corner and he like grabs me by my arm. I wake up like immediately, and my arm feels like it's burning. It was like the touch of him just like made my arm burn so bad. My first thought was grab my phone, put the flash on and record my arm, Like right now, I have these marks on my hand, my arm. It looked like three long fingers and the whole time my arm's burning. It was burning for a good while. It just came alive from my dream. I don't know how to explain it. This happened about four years ago. My cousin Leo came over. It was him and his daughter. They were going to go to a wedding Nur Concinera in Michigan because we still have family over there. Leo he wasn't feeling good around this time. He kept saying that he was sick, he was out of it. He just wasn't feeling good at all. My grandma she ends up taking Leo to the hospital so they can get him checked out. They recommended I don't think that you should go on a flight, and he was like, no, we'll be good. You know, we'll be We're literally just going for the weekend and we'll be back. They leave the hospital, he goes back to my grandma's house. We're at the table. He's kind of telling us stories, even though he's feeling sick. He's like telling us stories, making us all crack up. He's like, all right, and I gotta be at the airport at this time, you know, if you can please drop me off, and he went upstairs because he was gonna take a nap. I remember looking at one of my theas and I was like, dang, I just felt like he's not gonna make it. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm not going to see him again. She kind of just looked at me. Yeah, I have the same feeling. He goes to the party that they were having in Michigan. He calls my grandma and he's talking to her and he's like, yeah, I really don't feel good. Whenever we get back, can you just take me to the hospital again, and I'll probably have to stay with you. For a few more days, if that's okay, And she's like no, like you know, of course me, Oh that's fine. My daughter she was staying in the bedroom that I had. She was sleeping in there with me that night, an hour before we were actually supposed to be there at the airport. So by ten o'clock, my daughter she woke up and she was screaming. My grandma she runs up to her. She's like, what's going on? What's wrong with me? Her? Then my daughter's just crying and screaming, and I'm like, hey, like what's going on? Are you okay? And she's like, I had a bad dream the man, the man, And I was like, what are you talking about the man? There's something wrong with the man, you know. I kind of console her a bit and finally put her back down to sleep. We're gathering our stuff. My grandma grabs her purse and then the phone rings. My grandma she picks it up and she's like, what okay, No, I'm on my way. I'm on my way right now. So apparently my cousin mid flight, he ends up getting sick. They called and was like, hey, we're about to land. We need you all to come here. He's gonna have to go to the hospital. As soon as we get there, she immediately hangs up and I'm like, Grandma, let's go. It was so weird because there was this moment my heart just like sank, like it went right into my stomach, and I was like, Grandma, my heart just dropped. She looked over She's like, yeah, me, huh, me too. I was like, I think he passed away. I get there and we see all these fire trucks and ambulance and police cars, you know, all there at the terminal. My grandma kind of just hops out the car and she's running through the airport. I see his daughter, so I walk right up to her. They didn't confirm that he passed away, but I see my grandma drop to her knees, and that was the moment that they confirmed like he did pass away. And the daughter was I want to say twelve. Just to look on her face, looks so like she had nothing behind her eyes. She looked very, very lost. She was in shock, I'm sure. So I go up to her and I'm like, hey, do you want to stay with us for a night or do you want me to take you to your mom? And she was just quiet. She's like, I just want my mom. So we load up the car and we start our drive to go over there. There was at one point where it was maybe like an hour and a half into the drive. I'm the one driving, and my grandma's in the passenger seat and she's in the back. I can hear her crying, and I felt a little relieved because I'm like, okay, good, she's not holding it in anymore. And I look in the rear video mirror and it's dark on the entire drive, and I see someone sitting in the back seat with her. I'm driving, trying to pay attention to the road, and I'm looking up in the rear room mirror like on and off, and it was my cousin Leo. I saw him there. The look on his face looked like he was so upset with himself. He was very unhealthy. He had all these opportunities to really work on himself, and he didn't take get He just looked upset and he had his hand on her arm. We're driving. We're probably at this point, maybe three hours into the drive. You know, my grandma she was crying in the passenger seat the whole time. And you know, I'm trying to console both of them. Really, they actually both kind of fell asleep. I look in the rear view mirror again, and this time the very back seat, I saw three people. One of them was this man and he had like deep dimples. I didn't know who he was. And then on and off I would actually see my cousin Leo, kind of sitting right next to her in the second row consoling her. Right next to that man that I saw in the back seat, I saw a woman there. She was like a little fair skinned, but she had very here make way curly hair, and she looked like her heart was broken before my cousin, and she was kind of like saying thing consoling her as well. But then there was someone else that I saw. I didn't know who she was, but she didn't look okay. She looked like she wasn't supposed to be there. Finally we get there to her mom's house and we drop her off one of my aunts she lived in the same town. So we go and we're gonna stay with my aunt just at least get some sleep. I'm telling my Thea and my Theia's like, I know that lady that you saw and she was like, that was her grandma. So she's describing her to me and she's saying it. She's like, I have a picture of her somewhere, I think, and she's digging through her photos and she pulls it out and it was her grandma. Was like, that was the lady I saw in the back. And I was like, I just don't know who that man was or the other woman. So my cousin gets there, Leo's brother, and you know, we're talking about what happened, and he was like, what the guy looked like again, So I'm describing that guy and then he starts laughing and he's like, oh, that was my dad. The way he describes it was like to the tea. After that, it was very, very emotional and everything, and I felt like that kind of opened doors a little bit more for me. Maybe a couple of days after that had happened, I was asleep in my room. I just needed kind of a couple days off to get myself together. I was so upset. I'm laying in bed. It wasn't like a sleep paralysis kind of moment, but it felt like it. I'm laying on my stomach, I need lights on and I need sound in the background just because it helps me kind of drown out everything. All of a sudden, like I feel someone in my room with me. I feel like someone's staring at me in my bed. But I started feeling myself shake, and in my head, I'm like, am I having a seizure right now? Or like so I'm kind of like combulsing or it feels like I'm shaking in my bed. I remember opening my eyes and my head. I'm stay by my stomach, by the right side of my face is like on the bed, and I'm kind of faced over to my left. I'm able to kind of move my head slightly. And that lady that I saw in the car, the one that looked like she didn't belong, she was standing there in my bedroom. Her skin looked gray, her hair looked wet, and her eyes look dark. She was at the very end of my bed, and the way she was staring at me was very intense, like she hated me. I felt like something was on my back holding me down, pushing me into my bed the entire time. But I was looking at her. She was just staring at me, And I want to say, like this moment lasted maybe like five minutes. I'm able to like move my hands because I remember at one point I even like tapped my phone, and when I looked at on my phone it was thirty fifteen in the morning. I remember just shutting my eyes and kind of clenched them really tight. It opened it again and she wasn't there, and I felt like I was able to really move around. I saw her a couple more times, but it was always from the corner of my eye, and it was kind of like I was able to kind of ignore her a little bit more. But my brother Posse, he actually spoke to a medium. I was very skeptical to it. She hit a lot of key points on like stuff that I was going through, and she's like, I know you see things, but there's a lady attached to you. And she's like, and it's like someone gave you a hoole. Someone's really just trying to cause harm to me, and that's why that lady was attached to me. But whoever's doing this, you know, this is why this lady's been following you. You're in a very dark place, She's like, and you have a lot of negative energy attached to you. So a couple months went by, I kind of just ignored it. I just kept ignoring it. I would see her here and there, like even in my car while I was driving, I would see her. It was never during the day. I was at night. I'm gonna start praying more, praying again and all that stuff. Now, I haven't seen her in maybe four years. At the house that I'm living at, we've lived here for four years. I don't know if it's the same from one sixteen, but there's this little boy that I always see. He follows me around everywhere. Even when I'm at work, I'll close up the shop and everything, I'll see a kid in the corner of my eye, or I'll see them staring at me, like, oh, what is she doing now? At the house that we're at the same thing, I'll be standing there washing dishes and I can see someone's tearing at me, and it's always a little kid, always a little boy. I'll have stuff go missing. It's like someone's always messing with me. We're all trying to be as organized as we can be, but I feel like that's why my OCD kind of picks up, because if I lose my stuff and their stuff. We're all screwed. So I put my stuff in particular places, and I always I know I put my stuff there. I'll go and I'll put my ring or my necklace somewhere, and then I'll come back and it's not there, and I'm like, okay, my kids are in school, I know they didn't take it. My husband's ready at work. I get a laf for work, and this is where I always put it. And then I'll kind of say to myself, like, all right, I gotta go to the other room. Please put it back by the time I get here. So I'll leave the room, probably be gone for ten minutes, and I'll come back, and sure enough, it's either there in the spot that I lacked it, or it's always somewhere a little bit different but close by to where I could still see it. I still go to my Grandma'd be like, Grandma, I have a hole, Please do the egg or pray for me with the egg or whatever, and she'll do it. It will kind of help me out. To me, I just feel lighter after she does it. That's like my cleansing. I did try to sage my house before me and my daughter. We both felt lightheaded, So I was like, girl, we're the evil, We're the bad spirits. So I was like, never again. I think my cleansing or just for me is kind of just like having positivity, positive thoughts, and I don't really know what to do beyond that. Really, any advice would help. I kind of consider it like a blessing. It didn't occur, because at the same time, I feel like it's always helped me, especially with having kids. I feel like it's kind of helped me protect them a little bit better and then also have a better understanding of, like okay on how to help them. I don't know, it's kind of bittersweet at the same time, I'm like, man, I really don't want to feel or see, like, you know, the bad to it, but I know if there's bad, there's good, so it just comes hand in hand. Thank you, Beca for sharing your experiences with us, And if you have your own story you want to share, go to True Scarystory dot com and fill out the form for a chance to have it featured here at free episodes are available on our subscription from scaryplus dot com. It's free for fourteen days and then four ninety nine A month can canceled whenever you want. Scheduling for this episode was done by Bianca Chavis, with editing and sound designed by Sarah Vorhezwindel from VDA of You Sound. Additional production by me Edwin Covarrubias and the Scary FM team. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone, See us soon