His eyes were red, they were glowing red.

Right laid there in such shock.

This thing was staring straight into my soul.

With what was thought to be just an isolated scare, we realized that the haunting was in the bloodline, a family curse that seemed the tournament to follow them wherever they went.

My name is Edwin, and here is Gabriel and Lina's true scary story.

Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to join the military.

I was a kid that would watch war movies and read the World War Two history books, all that my grandfather was a chief foreign officer in an army.

Fast forward to January twenty twenty twelve, I ship out to Fort Seal.

Fort Seal is located in Lawton, Oklahoma.

Lawton apparently already has hauntings as it is at the time, it was Comanche Land.

You can imagine there was bloodshed, there was sacred burial grounds, all that stuff.

So, for all we know, we were marching on that.

In the army, they have this wonderful thing called fireguard.

You're up for about two hours in the middle of the night.

Sometimes you get lucky, you don't get it.

Sometimes you're unlucky for me that day.

It was the unlucky two to four am shift, Me and my buddy.

You're in charge of forty to fifty dudes.

You have to make sure everybody's in bed, every weapon is secured.

If you got to go to the restroom, then you gotta go, let the fireguard know.

Whenever you're done, you come back, go back to bed, all that stuff, and then you got to make sure everybody's accounted for, because if not, the drill sergeant will come in and if any of your numbers are wrong, he's going to smoke you.

Smoking is just physical fitness correction, like they say.

So it's about three o'clock of all times, I'm sitting there, riding home to my mom, swapping stores on my buddy.

We're checking everybody's in bed, all's quiet.

Three fifteen comes around and I hear like three little taps on the door leading to the outside stairs.

Nobody should be out there.

If the drill sergeant needs to come in, he just opens the door, turns there's an alarm, so he.

Kills the alarm, opens the door with a key.

There's no no reason for anybody to be outside.

Look at my buddy, I'm like, you heard that, right, bro, and he's like, yeah, brother, I heard it.

So I go to the door and a drill sergeant.

Drill startan nothing.

So I turn around and start walking towards the desk, and it's just bang, bang bang right behind my head.

Both of us our eyes are white.

I'm like, oh, my bad.

Drill starts.

I turn around.

I popped that door open.

The alarm just starts blaring.

The lights were flashing.

I look out.

There's nothing there, not a single soul inside, just the darkness of the staircase leading down.

My buddy and I are looking at each other.

They're like, dude, we're gonna get all these dudes smoke.

We're gonna be in so much trouble with drill Starten comes up.

He's like, why is this door open?

Like, drill Start, I swear I heard you knocking.

I heard you tap three times.

He looked at me.

His eyes were huge, like you could tell he had like a moment of realization, and his face kind of went white.

He knew I wasn't joking.

I wasn't lying.

Maybe he heard about it before, I don't know.

He looks at me and I'm like, here, comes, I'm either gonna get kicked out of the military or something.

So I did something stupid.

He looks at me.

He says, keep this fing door close, Private, go back to f and sleep, and just left us.

There's no way I just got away with that.

There's no way.

But like I said, I think he had this realization of maybe there was something going on that he had seen.

Like I said, Lawton's plenty haunted.

Thirty minutes later, you know, I'm doing my rounds, making sure everybody's in bed.

I got the count, weapons are counted for.

All the guys are asleep in bed where they should be.

I'm walking towards the back of the bay.

There's about fifty beds.

You know, you got four rows of beds.

I'm walking towards the back of the bay.

The light from the fireguard desk doesn't really go all the way back there, so I have, you know, my little flashlight.

I'm looking around and have the red lens to keep your night vision good.

I look up and I just I see this figure that's darker than the darkness around him.

I just checked.

Everybody's asleep.

You know, everybody's accounted for it.

Nobody should be out of bed.

So I raised that light up and it's just gone.

The person was gone.

I didn't know what to think or say.

I don't know if me opening the door let something in, I don't know, but it definitely was a life changing experience because I had always tried to be the skeptic.

I always, even to this day, I try to find ways to explain things.

But my buddy next to me that was on fire guard with me, he definitely saw it, and to this day I wonder if I can get in touch with him and he'll definitely remember it.

I think both of us tried to play it off like Okay, that didn't happen.

You know what's crazy, man, I'm looking at this writer post.

It says fifty people in our platoon.

It sounds just like mine.

Had fireguard to to a shift.

I was walking towards the little closet of LA train, which is a restroom, and as I approached in the closet turned on.

It was activated by a switch, not motion.

This guy has the exact same story as I do of something was walking towards the back.

Maybe it was the barracks that I opened up.

My bat mine was in twenty twelve and he just posted it and they said it was twenty seventeen.

The fact that they're still seeing shadow figures over there after what I saw is pretty crazy.

Now that I'm married to my wife, she's got a bunch of wonderful history when it comes to the paranormal.

Really, mine was just kind of like an appetizer because Lena's stories, I'm telling you, manter hers are way better than mine.

I can say that.

I grew up in the nineties sent Antonio, for the most part, lived a normal life, mom, dad, younger brother.

I was around eight years old when I started noticing weird things happening around the room during the night.

The hallway that we had was very long hallway.

I was always afraid to walk down that hallway, just because as a kid, you see it as something's going to jump out and grab me.

So looking down when I would go to my room, i'd just run really fast and lock myself in the room, just hoping that something wasn't following me.

So it was towards the middle of the night when I started noticing footsteps and I thought, well, this house is a little old, so maybe it's just a creaking noise.

But you know, anything that you hear as a child is going to scare you.

And then the footsteps started to happen more frequently.

It was an ongoing and I've always had issues with sleeping at night.

From footsteps, it went to scratching on the doors very lightly.

It started faint, and then it would get a little louder, and then I would notice some scratching along the hallway.

I didn't think it was my brother because he was a lot younger than me at the time.

So as those things started happening, I would listen to the conversations my mom would have on the phone with my grandma.

Eight year old me wondered, is she going through the same thing.

She really don't want to tell me the whole story, considering that I was still a kid, you know, she didn't want to scare me even more, but she would just mention that my grandma would see things.

She would also hear knocking on windows in the middle of the night, footsteps as well.

My aunt, who was also pretty young at the time, would mention she would see little people running across the room.

She would see a man walk in the hallways full form, not even a shadow person, but just a man.

I remember one of my cousins saying every night, at around three am, she would hear chains outside the window, big heavy chains, and when she looked, there was what looked to be like a demon walking staring right at her.

One of the things that my grandma would tell my mom was, there's a clown that keeps popping up on the ceiling, just poking its head out from the ceiling.

As I'm resting, I would look up and this clown head would just pop out from the ceiling.

I didn't know what to do.

I just, you know, would put my hands in my face and just pray.

So me as a kid, I you know, would kind of listen in the corner because I knew that my mom didn't want me listening to that.

At eight years old, I would think, you know, did they transfer over to me?

Because at the time we lived right next door to each other, and so that has always stayed in the back of my mind as to what was going on at her house.

My mom and I would always visit my grandma.

Back then we had the phones where you know, the cords and stuff, and I said, you know what, I'm going to call my house knowing nobody was there.

I grabbed my grandma's phone to call our house.

Asked me why I did it.

I don't know, but I called my house phone and I didn't obviously think that anything was going to happen.

That was just going to ring and I was going to leave a silly little boy small But somebody answered and said and it hung up, and I threw the phone and I told my mom somebody's at our house because they answered the phone, and she says, no, no.

There was a night I was trying to go to sleep.

I felt the bed shaking.

It was kind of pushing on my mattress, shaking me, and I thought it was my brother, because you know sometimes he would play around and try and scare me.

I looked over the bed and I didn't see anybody there.

Nobody looked under the bed.

Nothing.

I said, okay, well let me ignore it, let me go to sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was shaking really hard.

Before I knew it, my bed was off the floor and it was levitating.

My body ran cold.

I didn't know how to react, how this was happening, and then it just fell.

I was in a state of shock to where I didn't even tell my mom.

Most of the things that happened, I didn't tell her because I figured, you know, like would she believe me, would she think I'm crazy?

So I kept it to myself.

Most of the things that happened, I kept to myself.

Now, I always sleep with my door closed.

Is because I would always see the shadow people walk by my room as a kid, I just didn't want anybody coming into my room if they were outside, you know, there's no way they could come and get me.

But I would still hear the scratches and the tappings on the door.

If you dig into shadow people, apparently whenever you speak about them that you give them power and for them to pop up more.

She had gone to like a friend's thing, and she was telling that story.

Well.

That same night, it was I don't know two three in the morning.

I woke up and I saw something sitting in our bed, and I thought it was her again like I experienced basic training.

It was a It was darker than the darkness around it.

I saw its ears were almost pointed in a way like a lf ear's.

I thought it was her, so I kind of just grabbed at it.

After that, I don't remember what happened.

I just went back to sleep.

Thankfully, I work overnight, so most of the time he's home alone.

And he even mentioned too, like what time did you come in?

I said, I just got here, not too long ago.

He says, But I hugged you.

I said, that wasn't me.

Going back to childhood.

Two years later, my dad passed in a tragic accident.

As a family, you know, it was something that we didn't know how to handle.

He was the protector in our home.

We were so close with him.

Anytime that I would be afraid at night, I knew that I could run to the room, run into my dad's arms, and I would be safe.

But since we didn't have that anymore, it just felt so empty.

Time goes on, and my mom and I learned how to manage on our own.

Her being a single mom.

She would cook for us every night and you know, just try to make things around the house a little more peaceful.

Anytime she would cook, I would fall asleep before the food was even ready.

This one particular night, she was making pork chops, which was one of my favorite meals.

I said, Mom, please, if I happened to fall asleep, wake me up, she said, okay.

Next thing I knew.

It was in the middle of the night.

All the lights were off, the after smell of the cooking.

Once it was done, I still smelled that in the air.

We had this really big window in the living room and it was one of the prettiest windows.

You know.

You could see the view, You just see everything looking out in the middle of the night, you could see the glare of the moon.

The moon was just shining right that night.

Then I was laying on the couch just admiring it as a kid.

Then I started to feel something behind me.

We had a long couch.

Right next to the couch was a spinning chair.

I look and there's a man dressed in all white.

He's glowing eyes were red.

They were glowing red.

Right laid there in such shock.

This thing was staring straight into my soul.

I wanted to jump over the couch and run to the room, but I also didn't want to run right past it, because I was thinking, what is it going to do if I run past it?

Is it going to take me?

Is am I going to get possessed?

Like what's going on?

I always figured these shadows, the ones that I had seen when I was younger, were always, you know, just your typical shadow figures, but this one was in white.

A lot of people say, oh, it was your dad, Well no, because I did feel evil they did have red eyes.

Just ran past it, ran to my mom's room, and I never forgot about it, and I could still to this day see that picture in my head of the man in white with red eyes.

I remember also during the times that I would spend with my friends, we brought out the Widgi board.

Not knowing anything about it back then, I didn't see the harm in it or that it could really do anything.

But what I was told by my friends, you know, growing up in the early two thousands, was oh, you could speak to dead people.

Let's see who we can talk to.

The planchet would move as we would ask it questions, but I always thought it was their hands moving mine, making up stories, until later on I noticed that more things started to happen.

Back in twenty fourteen, I married my husband.

We lived in a town home.

That's when I started to notice movements, whether it be the doors, scratching on the walls, and then footsteps.

And this town home was two stories and I was always downstairs watching TV during the day because he was at work, and I would just hear footsteps, you know, it would get scared because I was alone, and I would call him and say, hey, I think somebody's in the house, and he would just tell me there's nobody there.

Trying to debunk something and oh, you're just hearing things, or it's old.

It's an old place.

Of course it's going to creek.

I tried to be the protector and try and debunk it as best as I could, just trying to now, Obabe, you're fine, you're fine.

Maybe it's the neighbors.

Maybe you know, it's an it was an apartment town home.

Maybe it's the neighbors running across.

Until one particular night, I was working in the in the evening.

She calls me and there was the balcony door.

She's like, honey, the balcony door is open, and like we came home and it was wide open, like there's no way, so, you know, I rush home and sure enough it was open.

She didn't go inside.

Whenever she pulled up, she could see the door was open.

That's whenever I went and I checked, you know, I cleared the apartment.

There was nothing there.

That's really whenever I started becoming a believer when it comes to her dealing with this stuff.

I can remember one particular night, I think she was working her nursing job.

I was sitting there, it was just me by myself, and we have one of those five gallon water dispensers, and I always left my work cap on it.

So I'm sitting there watching YouTube or whatever, and my cap just flies off.

It wasn't a breeze, it wasn't anything like that.

My cap literally flies off at least eight feet to the right.

I look at it dumbfounded, and again me being a skeptic, I'm like, hey, if you're a real ghost, through it again.

That was a mistake.

We had a little doggy door that swings open back and forth.

You know, to close it keep your babies out.

Of the kitchen.

It's not a light gate.

You got to give it a little force to close it, and it makes a little pop noise.

After I said if you're a real ghost, do it again, this gate just slammed.

I was like, Okay, now I'm definitely a believer.

That's what definitely made me start rethinking it's not in her head anything like that.

From marriage twenty fifteen.

That's when we had our first son.

For the most part, everything was normal, you know, getting used to the parenting life, kind of adjusting as he got older.

Started around one he would say, my mo, there's froggies dancing in the in the window.

Do you see them?

I said, no, what are you talking about?

Where?

He's like, look right there, they're dancing.

I said no, but you know, hopefully I can see them.

And I thought, okay, maybe it's just a one time thing.

But for the next several weeks he would say, Mama, look there's the frogs.

Again.

There's a frogs And I didn't see anything.

Where is this coming from?

About three years later, he was four, because he started school in our room.

You know, we always had the door open.

I had this huge mirror, you know, that reflected where the stairs were.

So that was one thing that I was always afraid of, was I was going to see something in the mirror.

I have before shadow figures walking at night, and I would look and see faces in the corner darkness.

I would do my best not to pay attention to it.

But in the morning, I was getting my son ready for school, and he says, Hey, Mama, who is that lady looking at you?

In the middle of the night, I went to the restroom and I walked past your room and there was a lady standing over you, watching you sleep.

I thought maybe he was just dreaming.

You know, he'll forget about it after school and you know, everything will be fine.

Went to go pick him up from school, and he said, so, Mama, who is that lady?

Every now and then I would hear someone talking, whispering but actually calling my name and just mumbling things.

I really couldn't ever understand what they were saying, but I heard whispering.

You know.

I would get ready for work and I would my name being whispered, and I look and I thought it was my husband.

But I turned and I even opened my restroom door, and nobody was there.

The things that my mom and my grandma would always talk about when we would go to her house are the things that she heard.

So at an older age, you know, I was more curious, like, hey, Mom, so what really happened with grandma?

Liked was she really seeing these things?

There was a moment where she showed a picture and in this picture, it was at a family function, and the picture was of my aunt.

They were standing in front of a TV and it was one of those old time TVs, you know, back in the two thousands.

The screen was bold, but the lights were off.

The only thing shining was kind of like the kitchen light reflecting where everyone else was.

But in the TV was a group of people staring straight at the camera.

But there was nowhere around where these people would be, nor could we recognize who they were.

So this picture was passed around shown like who were these people?

How did they end up in there?

If the TV was off?

But let me tell you what actually happened.

One day, my grandma was doing her gardening in the backyard.

She said she found voodoo like voodoo doll stuff that happens when they do witchcraft, that was buried in the ground in her backyard.

Right away, she threw it away and ever since then she never had anything bad happen in her house again.

So what I'm thinking is whatever was going on at her house, you know, in the early two thousands, was also transferring to our house, and I was experiencing those things.

I think that my grandma was so terrified of everything that she was experiencing in her life in the years, because it would happen to her every single day.

And not only did it happen to her, but it happened to my aunt, who was a teenager at the time.

My grandma wanted nothing to do with it.

She didn't want to talk about it.

She just wanted to forget.

My aunt would mention that she would see the same clown that my grandma would see when she would be passing the wounds, walking down the hall in the corner of just the face in the darkness.

Did it circle all around us?

Is it something within the family.

It's just the unexplained that so many things happened to.

Us.

I don't think it ever left me even now.

At work, I noticed things, you know, I'm a nurse at a correctional facility.

Either it follows me or it's just you know, paranormal things, you know, seeing those shadow figures passed by, or our medication jowers would just fly open and then shut clothes, or when I would walk past the facility, I saw a face staring right at me.

Where there it was a cell that no one should have been in there.

Most of the time, these things happened when I'm by myself, you know.

From the outside looking in to her family.

I don't know if it's some kind of curse.

Unfortunately, her cousin lost her dad and my wife lost her dad also, and they were brothers.

I don't know if something was attached to that thing that their grandma found and for some reason it went after the dad's It makes you wonder what's actually going on that we don't know about.

All we do is just pray and pray and as Jesus for protection.

It hasn't left, and I don't think it'll ever leave.

Thank you so much, Gabriel and Lena for sharing your experiences with us.

Editing in sound design was done by Sarah Vorhez Wendel a VW sound Additional production by me Edwin Kovarubias and the Scary FM team.

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