Guest Post– Diego’s ghost story…

Sep 25, 2010 by Lisa Renee Jones

So while talking on twitter I shared that Diego had a ghost story and I’ve convinced him to tell us about it. So here you go!:)

It was spring break 93. We (my father, myself and 2 other friends) were in the Rio Grande Valley for vacation. We were sleeping at my great grandmothers house to save money on hotels, thing is though, her house was located a few feet from a cemetery. The majority of us slept in an older abandoned house right next to my grandmothers house while one of my friends stayed in the main house (he was too scared to sleep
in the other house with us). That night, the first night, I was asleep and felt a nudge on my shoulder, I looked up and saw my friend that was supposed be in the main house, standing there and motioned for me to move over so he could lay down (we were sleeping on the floor). The following morning, he was gone, my other friend and father both saw him sleeping with us but he was not there in the morning. We later met up with him in the main house and asked what time he woke up and left – he had no idea what we were talking about, said he never left the main house and had my other family members say that no one left that night.

We stayed a total of 4 nights, the 2nd night, all was peaceful. The 3rd night was worse. I was woken up by a cold hand on my back, it literally paralyzed me, I could not scream, could not move. I tried to finger crawl my arm to touch my father feeling that if I could just touch him that it would go away. It felt like it lasted for hours, but it was probably only seconds. I prayed and prayed till it finally left. I was so exhausted that I just laid there, thought about waking my dad but decided against it. We left after the 4th day, I wonder what would have happened if we would have stayed another night.

So—now you heard his story? Anyone else have one?
(Imagine spooky music right here….:)