Remember back in ’83, when that couple that had bought a new home in Crosby’s Newport subdivision came across a couple of graves from what appeared to be an old slave cemetery as they dug a new swimming pool in their backyard? Okay, how about that Patty Duke TV movie they made out of the story? Remember that?
Well, it looks like those ghosts are . . . still hanging around!
Just look at all the orbs that show up in these photos by a newly minted actual probationary Houston firefighter! Blogger Marissa in Houston recently joined a few fire-station buddies for a little nighttime ghosthunting adventure around Poppets Way:
We found a church that seemed to have no one there and butted up right against that creepy forest. We drove back and right up to the wooded area. This time, I did NOT get out of the car. I couldn’t. I felt so much around me just sitting in the seat that there was no way I could even fathom of being out there. As I sat there and snapped pictures from my Jeep fortress, I kept watching the three others out in front of the car. Once, I saw a pair of legs standing next to the guy on the end. Just the legs, nothing else. Another time, I was looking at something that Mitchell had on the laptop screen ( he was sitting in the front passenger seat and I was leaning through the middle), and the illuminated shadow of someone walking in front of the drivers side head light caught my eye. I thought it was one of our people and turned to say something, but there was no one there. I vividly remember the motion of someone walking and the shape of a person. It was undeniable to me.
Creepy! What else is going on in the neighborhood?
We decided to end our adventure with two bridges that are actually about 10 mins from my apartment. It’s supposedly an area where civil war soldiers marched through, and if you sit on the bridge for a bit and are very quiet, you can hear tapping on the ground.
We didn’t hear any tapping on the bridge, but sure as heck heard it just off of the bridge.
Again, I didn’t get out. I physically couldn’t make myself leave the car. I am not sure if I let my mind trick myself into things, but I could feel pressure around me. It’s like when I walk outside of my office building in the summer and it’s humid. After being in the AC and then walking into the wet air, you feel the moisture. That’s what it felt like-but just not wet. The air around me was dense. And the temperature would vary. I would feel a chill, then normal. Then another little chilly breeze, then normal.
- Storytime! [Marissa in Houston]
- Grave Secrets: The Legacy of Hilltop Drive (1992) [IMDB]
- Major events occurred creating a favorable scenario for the success of the Newport Subdivisions [Silvestri Investments]
- Man with grave worries sues firms over cemetery in back yard [Houston Chronicle]
- `Nothing but hell there,’ says man who fled `haunted’ home [Houston Chronicle]
- Testimony details eerie occurrences [Houston Chronicle]
- Horror tales murder on sales/Realtors find homes with violent histories are difficult to market [Houston Chronicle]
Photos: Marissa in Houston