In the spirit of Halloween, we asked on Facebook: Have you ever encountered a ghost, goblin, poltergeist or other supernatural force?
Completely sober as a teen, I saw an Indian on horseback galloping through a pasture on a foggy West End night. Burned in my memory. OK, maybe it was a horse without the Indian, but I “saw” an Indian.
I’ve never believed in ghosts. I was working the box office of the then Strand Theatre. It was the middle of the day, I was playing happy music and answering phone calls from patrons. The front door was locked and had a bell on it. The back emergency exit was locked and had an alarm.
A woman walked casually past my doorway toward the theatre. She was wearing a white blouse and beige skirt, her brown hair piled neatly on top of her head. I stood up quickly and said, “Can I help you, ma’am?” She ignored me, never slowing her steady pace. I hurried around my desk and out into the long hallway after her, only to find … nothing.
I was in customer service mode and it took me a moment to realize she was intruding. The theatre was dark and a chill ran up my spine as I rounded the corner calling “ma’am?” into the empty chamber. Nothing. I raced to the front door. Locked. I ran back down the hall to the emergency exit. It was tight and secure. I called my box office manager and we decided to call the police. Galveston Police Department arrived and dutifully walked me through the whole building as we switched on every light.
We were checking the storage space in the rafters above the stage when an officer shrugged, “It was probably a ghost.” “What?” I responded incredulously. He smiled and said, “We get these calls sometimes.”
Had an experience at The Tremont House. My husband and I followed a couple of people to the elevator and watched them get on it and the doors closed behind them. We pushed the call button too soon and the doors opened back up immediately, and there was no one on the elevator! The other elevator had left full a few moments before that, so we knew we were looking at the same elevator those people just got on.
What I find interesting about Galveston is that ghosts are as much a part of the landscape as Gulf breezes. They seem to be more pervasive than scary, accepted as a part of life on the island. I went to a New Year’s Day brunch a couple of years ago, and a man asked a lady whether her ghosts had been acting up the night before. They had, apparently not being fans of fireworks.
Our house has had some footsteps above the kitchen ceiling, something hitting the wall in the half bath, the sound of furniture being moved, and a mysterious locking of the side gate. Our ghosts seem neither friendly nor hostile, just set in their ways, much like me. They don’t like loud noises, having their routines disrupted, or attitude.
This is right up your alley. Poltergeists inhabit the original Galveston Daily News Building between 21st and 22nd on Mechanic.
My lady, Nadine Lewis, said they put cadavers there after the 1900 Storm and my grandfather and namesake, Thomas G. Rice, used to write for the paper in that building.
I’ve been privy to some of their antics there.
We have a ghost at our office on Broadway. We call her Jane. Haven’t seen her, but others have. Things go missing, turn back up months later … .
I currently live in a home that has been in my family for at least 80 years. Earlier this year, my daughter was not home and I was still asleep. I heard music from her room but I was too lazy to turn it off. I finally got up hours later and the moment I got to the hallway, the music abruptly stopped. I went into the restroom and on a whim, said out loud “You can turn it back up if you want to,“ and immediately the sound rose again and this song kept playing. A few of my relatives have died here, so whenever a picture falls off the wall or we see a shadow in the hallway, we just say it’s my great-grandmother, Susie.
In our old house, which was brand new, my oldest daughter would always talk about two women in our hallway. She said they would stand there every night and watch her.
Every now and then, I see a tall lanky man dressed in all black walking in my kitchen. I think he loves my cooking!
I had my Bed & Breakfast, the Island Jewel, at 18th and M. (The John M. Jones Home). Guests often saw a “man in a blue coat” walking the hall and into the shared bath. He never came out. One night, with lots of noise, I found all the religious art in the upper hall was down and sitting at the base of the stairs.
On 2007 Ave. K, torn down after Hurricane Carla. We had a dark-haired lady in a long, white dress appear in the basement — that was actually the bottom floor enclosed and had mostly packed sand floor — and she watched from a distance as mom and I did laundry. It was dark down there, had one hanging, bare lightbulb over the wringer-type machine. This was back in 1960. Mom told the elderly neighbor, Mr. Hayden, about the watching figure. He said it sounded like it was his wife, they used to live in our house before he bought the one next to it after she died. He said she was probably just fascinated with the way we did “modern” laundry and not to pay any attention to her!
When I was young, my parents bought an older home. The woman and her husband both had died inside the house. It was different times. They were older. I’d be sitting, watching TV at night, and I’d feel someone walk by me and the smell of a perfume. We found out that the perfume I would smell was the same one she wore. I never felt afraid. I felt like it was her home, too.
Yes, the house next door to me is haunted. It’s a capricious spirit that plays jokes on you, opens doors, turns lights on and off, and evidently likes to watch TV, too. He pulls chairs out from the table. Once, my neighbor and I were sitting in his living room and the ghost pulled a coveted piece of Kings Crown glass off the hutch and dashed it to the floor.
I live in Hitchcock and have seen a female ghost in my room on a couple of occasions! She is wearing a long, white nightgown and it wasn’t either of my daughters. Talk about weird!
Yes, while living on 49th and Avenue P1/2, I had two experiences. The house was very small and basically a square layout and from the bedroom, you could see the front door and bathroom. One night, while I was sleeping, I distinctly saw a man come in the front door, through the bedroom and past the bathroom toward the kitchen. And, on another night, I woke to a young girl in a white dress with long, blond hair looking through my jewelry box on the dresser next to the bed. I’ve since heard this girl apparition is common and the house may have been near the funeral pyres after the 1900 Storm.
Christine Ruiz Hopkins
Our house is haunted for sure! We have coat hangers that go flying across the room and all sorts of crazy things. We live in my husband’s grandmother’s old house and only he and I knew about this. My mother-in-law house sat for us and the secret was out! She called us on our first trip away and said something wasn’t right in our house! We instantly knew. No one tell my kids if you are reading this and know me.