The Portal – Spring, Texas

My first official ghost hunt has taken place and while my findings were a complete success, the story still continues as we search for a reason and a way to stop it.

In a nice house in Spring a friend of mine moved in two years ago. A month after moving in she became very ill, to the point were she could not get out of bed and thought she was going to die. It was a strange illness no doctor or specialists could figure out. All they knew was that that her body inside and out was inflamed. Arthritis occurred in a body that had never seen arthritis before. This went on for almost a year. Finally a doctor who was temping for her regular doctor spent the time to call all the hospitals and doctors offices she had been to in the last year to get all of her records. It did not take her long to find a pattern. Prescribing an ant inflammatory drug the illness slowly went away.

But that was just the welcome to the house present. For some reason whatever where dealing with does not like Lezlee and has made it it's mission to scare her, hurt her, get her out? Were not sure but nothing seems to happen to anyone else in the house of five. Fights broke out amongst the family all between Lezlee and others, and who ever she was fighting with there picture would fly off the wall and shatter.

A Burr Oak tree in the front yard (Right side) seemed to attack as well. It's roots came up and from them a white foaming acid that ate everything it touched. The acid did not last long. In it's place was left what looked like charred remains. The tree knocked a bird house down with enough force to brake it into pieces. When a branch broke it seemed to send off fumes that Lezlee is allergic to. A branch fell one night and somehow landed all the way across the yard, through a gate and onto her front doorstep. Sending off it's fumes the minute she opened the door.

The tree's trunk is very hard, Lezlee once tried to carve something into it but her knife would not even make a mark. So when I asked her to go outside and take a couple of pictures of the tree for me we were both startled upon upload to find that a face looked to be carved into the trunk. There also appeared to be whip marks up and down the tree. They had not been there before. What ever was in the tree appears to be gone now however but it left it's mark.

On the other side (Left) of the yard in the middle of winter, Lezlee and her husband went outside to find the ground higher then it should be in places, then suddenly it went back down and up as if it was breathing. Adam walked over and stood on one of the small hills just as it went down again. They found out that a pipe had gotten so hot it had burst way underground. Now remember it was in the middle of winter and although our winters don't get very cold they sure don't get hot enough to burst a pipe, plus being way below ground meant it was even cooler down there. They checked the houses water heater to find everything in working order. The plummer could not explain it.

Towards the corner of the left side of the house you can feel a strange heavy energy.

And around the same spot no plants will grow no matter what kind of soil is used. But once you get away from the corner things eagerly grow, some way beyond the hight they were ever supposed to.

In the back yard on the right side stood a shed, but it quickly burned down upon there arrival. Now pictures seemed to have formed in the remains of the foundation.

A tree split in half for no apparent reason.

And a swing is often seen swinging by itself. The wind you say? But wouldn't the swings beside it swing as well if it were wind?

The owner before Lezlee left the house as the only resident, however some furniture left behind suggest a baby girl once was there at one point. Upon asking neighbors no one would answer them, until out of the blue it seemed a guy came up to them and told them that the mother had taken the little girl to live in Germany years back. Just a story? Or was there a more sinister reason the little girl disappeared.

Across the street around three houses down is a woman with multiple personality's (MPD) who is not just a little bit insane. She and Lezlee were friends at first until January of 06. They had had a huge falling out and one day while Lezlee had a cop friend over, they were standing in the front of the garage talking when the MPD woman came over and began to yell at her seemingly oblivious to the cop in uniform on duty standing next to her. MPD threw a neck less at Lezlee and the police officer arrested her for harassment.. She went to jail for awhile and came out with a restraining order against Lezlee. Fine by Lezlee she doesn't want to have anything to do with her anyways. Suddenly the MPD who had only a little money left was seen with a brand new car, a laptop which she likes to sit under her tree facing Lezlee's house typing. The police told Lezlee to be careful as the MPD was looking for reasons to get her.

Now our MPD is an atheist, not sure if this means anything but it might so I should mention it.

This brings me to my story. I had been hearing information on this off and on from my mom and from Lezlee herself. A picture taken at Christmas is was really got my attention however. The picture was taken in front of the fireplace of one of Lezlee's daughters, but you could barely see her as other ghostly figures stood in the way. One ghost came out of the top mantle and was pointing up word. Tons of other faces surrounded it some of which look a lot like skulls. Much closer to the camera however a ghost stood also pointing upward to the same spot. It was over all a very scary picture that brings chills every time you look at it. I obtained a copy and then proceeded to try and get it scanned but obstacle ofter obstacle has stopped me. Then the picture simply disappeared. When I asked Lezlee about her copy I found out that hers had as well.

As more stories came in I decided I wanted to go over there for myself. I honestly thought that like so many other times once I got there everything would temporarily quit, I was very wrong. Not only did it not quit I can honestly say I have never seen so much activity all at once before. I was there for two days and one night, and while I was there a ghost decided to play a game with the garage as we were trying to close it, never letting it close all the way (which had never happened before.) In the end it was closed from the inside. Look at the garage pictures at My Photobucket, you will see tiny orps moving around.

The car in the garage moved.

I got tons of pictures containing orbs and more. I have originals and close ups of the opbs and things found. I am posting the close ups here throughout this post. If you want to see the originals go to My Photobucket. The link is to your right at the top in the links section.

A portal of some sort that does not seem to close, was found.

Another face appeared in the Burr Oak tree.

The numbers 1 5 appeared in the wall of the garage. Directly in the path of the portal.

Walls seemed to change color.

Flowers directly in the path of the portal appeared to pop out of a screen.

And on another note the MPD put up a security camera.

We suspect the MPD might have something to do with these things starting. We were told by a paranormal expert that some
people put up mirrors facing the persons house that is affecting theres. On my way home two mirror balls were obtained, one for the front yard and one for the back. I received a text message a couple of days later that the mirror were put up and then suddenly they had a car wreak with there son's car. There son's car was in between there house and the MPD's.

We noticed that the portal is also in the MPD's path. And that most of the orb pictures taken were right outside where the portal is. There also seems to be a path going from the left side of the house where the portal is to the right side of the house in the back yard, and that not much is happening outside this area.

Another thing is that it seems to be directed at Lezlee herself.

I will update as more comes in. If you have any ideas please comment!

Camp Misty Meadows - Conroe, Texas

I worked six summers at Camp Misty Meadows, my first summer was when I began to hear talk of the Dimond ghost, or ghosts. And as I continued to come back spending a total of one year there I learned that Dimond was not the only unit that carried a ghost or two. I have seen grown tough Rangers who would not step foot into Horseshoe alone. But let's start at the beginning, at least the beginning as I know it.

Long before the camps were there a friend of mine grew up in on that land. The front where the 'haunted hosue' Smoking House was, stood a old grocery store. My friend swares nothing happened there but it was nothing but woods then, there is no way she could know what people who snuck into the unguarded at the time woods did.

My story however begins at the age of 15, I was in the furthest possible unit there was; Lowe for the majority of the summer. Dispite being way back in the woods I do not recall anything ever happening there, though that was the only unit of the six I could say that for. As the summer progressed I began to hear about stories from other counsalers all of whom were assigned Dimond. Tails of a gril walking around, doors slamming shut things like this. It all of couse caught my intrest. We were coming up up the last week of camp and I was walking to the lodge for lunch when I stopped in front of Dimond. I remember thinking that It would be awsome if I could go to that unit. Not five minutes later the camp director pulled me to the side, she told me that a fellow counsaler from Dimond had a family emergency and that she needed me to move to Dimond right away...

I remember a chill running down my spine if that was a couinsadence it was an offly well timed, strange one. I of course said okay thinking I was ready for what awated me. Right...! I moved in and things started fairly soon ater that. The little things I had heard about, doors slaming in my face. In the counsalers bathroom there are two sections. You open the first door and your inthe sink area, open the next one and your in the single shower/toilet area. Both doors could be locked. When taking a shower I locked both doors behind me, especaly if I was alone. Yet no matter what I placed up against the door I would always here someone knocking on the second door. Upon further inspection the things blocking the first door had not been moved.

During the night, a white mist would float by and it was in my second night that the scream was heard from the room next to mine where two of the four counsalers of Dimond slept. My roomate and I ran next door only to find a girl who looked EXACTLY like a fellow counsaler sitting on the desk. She just sat ther before dissapearing into thin air. I'm not sure how they slept in that room that night.

That last week we had Brownies (very young) children in the unit. Now normaly the babies go to horseshoe, but this was the one week things were different. So the kids did not understand when banging on the windows were heard but know one was in site.

The biggest thing for me perhaps to happen that week was the very last night there. We were heading for dinner but could not get the poarch light to turn on no matter what we tried. The lights had been turning strange colors (mainly red) all summer but today they refused to turn on. We had no idea we would be coming back after dark so we did not take our flashlights. The night however came and it seemed unnaturaly dark. I had the kids form a buddy line and had them hang on to the person in front of them as we slowly made are way through pitch dark to our very dark unit. I made it almost bumpinging into several poles but only my vast knowlage of he camp after dark saved me there. I walked in towards the wall where the vast number of light switches (One for each light bulb it seemed) was located. I put my hand over the switches but befoe I could touch a switch every single light in the unit turned on of there own accord, there switchs still pointing downword. The seven or eight kids who were beside me by now looked up at me in wide eyed wonder.

"How did you do that Guppy?" One of the asked. I told them it was magic before sending them to bed, I was really shaking after that one. That was the last night I ever stayed in Dimond, but not my last adventure there.

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The Tiny Cemetary - Seabrook, Texas

You may have heard of the Kemah boardwalk, well just over the bridge you will find a small community called Seabrook. Inside a small neighborhood on the water, surronded by tree's is a small cemetary. Hiding in the woods the greave yard appears to be of a single family from the 1800's. Infants to older adults rest here and you can't help but feel an errie feeling of being watched. Maybe the unfinished journey of a child who died before getting started, or maybe it's just someone alive hiding in the trees watching. Having lived there for a couple of years I went there alot in wonder, the feeling never changed.

The Crosby House - Texas

I moved into my Crosby house with my family part time around 12 years ago. I was about 11 years old and only lived there part time as my parents were divorces and my primary home was in Seabrook. When we bought the house it was after it had been empty for awhile, and before that a devil worshipers lived there, they are probably the ones that opened the door way. The walls were black and upside down crosses lined the walls. My house is one of the oldest in my neighborhood and was built for parties.

In the 12 years I lived there off and on and then on when I moved in and remained there for 8 years, I am unsure of exactly when things happened as the main thing I remember about it are the events. So don't look for any kind of time order in this just read it for the events.

It was small things at first, feeling like your being watched, lights turning on and off. Then one morning my family and I woke up to find every single light in the house were turned on, even lights we had no idea we had.

One time I was in bed asleep when something woke me. Sitting up I looked around only to find a pare of frightning green eyes as bright as light bulbs watching me. Freaking out I jumped out of bed and flicked my overhad lightswitch nothing happened. Figuring it had gone out I flicked on my bedside lamp, nothing. Really getting scared now I ran for my TV, sterio, flash light anything that would give me some light, nothing would turn on. I was faced with only one choice leaving the room. Now you might be asking, 'why didn't she just do that to begin with?' Well you see my bedroom door is right next to the closet, litteraly. The eyes were still watching me, following me around the room. I was fifteen years old when this happened and feeling like an infant I grabbed my pillow and blankit put it over my head as if that was going to protect me and ran out of my room shaking. Talk about monsters in your closet. I would not go in there again for a couple of days and mom (step) and dad went in there with the Bible to take it out. I never saw it again.

Another time I was sitting in my room (Which is where all the upside down crosses were.) reading a book enjoying my bedside fan and it pushed cool air onto my hot face. To ty and save electricity mom liked to turn off the air even in the middle of the incridably hot summer days. I needed to plug something else in to the wall socket so I bent down and plugged it in to the empty unit. Sitting up I began to read again when a chill ran down my back. The wall socket was empty. Looking and my fan which was still blowing away I grabbed the back of the cord and pulled it up until I had the prongs in my hand. I dropped it as if it was acid and bolted.

Rocking chairs would rock and every once in awhile you would get a glance at someone in them.

I once had a ghost who LOVED Destany's Child's I'm A Survivor. In the giant (built for parties)livingroom we have a giant surrond sound system. And everytime the song came on the radio the system would mysteriously turn on blast that song. If I happened to have the CD in the tracks would skip to that song and play over and over. Then if you dared turned off the system it would turn back on and play again. That was one CD never left in the player for long.

In the livingroom once again you must understand that the floor is made up of hard Mexican tile, the couch is about 12 feet away from the TV and sterio system. There was one time I was practicing a dance for school or something right in front of the TV, when I tripped and began to fall backwords. I should have hit the ground, hard, but a strange feeling came over me. I felt like I had no weight. I remember looking down and seeing the ground moving beneth me and thinking, 'hey, I'm flying.' right before I landed in the couch. I managed to choke out a 'Thank you.' before going silent again in shock which is how I remained for hours.

In the small kitchen a wet bar looks into the dining room, lookking out through the kitchen straight ahead is the door to the outside, to the right my parents room and to the left the living room. I was doing dishes one day when I glanced over just in time to see a completly black streak with long black hair go by from my parents room to the livingroom. For some reason it clicked that it was mom so I began to talk to her as I turned off the water and walked into the living room only to find it empty, the entire house was empty. I was by myself.
So I was with my mom in our van a couple of weeks after that when are conversation somehow turned to hauntings. We pulled up to a red light and I told her about that day in the kitchin. Her eyes got wide and she nodded and told me the exact same story, only she was doing dishes and she thought it was me, so she turned off the water and walked into the living room only to realize she to was by herself in the house. As far as I know the black shadow was not seen again.

I'm Haunted

Around 12 years ago I did not beleive in ghosts, that was until I moved into a haunted house of course. I am creating this blog to tell my stories of past and current events. Welcome to my haunted life!