As was the
custom in those years, children were allowed to roam the nearby
neighborhood without worry. They were simply required to be at home
at dusk for supper. Gradually the children noticed when you left
the window open in your room - and came back - you may find it shut.
These windows are counter balanced by concealed iron weights connected
by cotton rope and pulleys to assist lifting, partially open and
closed. This makes the windows repositioning spooky. If the house
were empty, because of a fear of the unknown, the children would
wait outside to enter till the parents returned.
"David and I were waiting outside, across the street - because
we saw some one in the window looking out - then disappears. A search
of the house by our parents found nobody." Sam said.
By 1970 Sam, now 16 returned home about 11:30PM from a night of
bowling with friends. He tried to let his parent's know he was home
but their door was locked as usual when they had retired.
In his room Sam turned on a B&W TV, which furnished his only light.
Still in his clothes he laid on top his bedding with hands under
his head to view the TV. In the hall he saw an image wearing a long
white "lace-like" gown. Was this his mother coming out of her room
he wondered? Assuming the figure was his mom, he spoke and it appeared
to grin. But still confused he watched as this mysterious image
turned toward the laundry room door where it paused then entered.
Sam rushed to help because he knew of hazards in that room. He found
no one, not even an apparition. The hair stood up on the back of
his neck. Quickly he checked his parent's room again and found the
door still locked. He knew he needed to hide under (what he called
his) magical bed covers. With considerable restlessness Sam
eventually drifted off to sleep.
For Sam's family this apparition was not a singular event. Over
the years following, all observed other similar events in this house.
The interior walls are made of wood covered with wallpaper. All
doors are hinged unless it is a "pocket door" which slides like
Sam's dining room. The pocket doors could slowly open or close by
Other times sounds came from upstairs like someone with "combat
boots" on would walk around upstairs or the pocket doors would slowly
open or close by unknown means.
Sam's Brother David, a Marine would be awakened by unexplained shaking
of his bed, a hard shaking like "Get up - Get up".
Sam's mother happened to see the apparition watching her husband
nap. Just reacting in an authoritative voice caused the apparition
to evaporate when she called the entity a HUSSY. After which HUSSY
became this ghost's comical name.
By about 1978 after Sam had matured and left home, his parents sold
the house. In 1994 Sam drove to his old house to show his children
where he grew up. The residing homeowner became curious why Sam
and his family were parked out front of his house. Hearing Sam's
explanation the owner invited them inside. During the visit Sam
asked if they had any unusual happening there? The lady said - -
you mean the ghost? Yes - she said we've seen her. Sam said my mom
named her a HUSSY. The current owners said, "Well that HUSSY is
Finally Sam said,"This is a true story of the visitor--except
I almost feel that WE were the visitors. We always called her either
the woman in white lace or The Ghost of Omar. I wish I could add
more but I have told you all that I recall. It seemed something
was happening all the time. If it were practical for you to speak
with my brother David, he would confirm all these ghostly happenings."
My experiences with the supernatural help me to willingly accept
Sam's events as facts. Facts are what support legends. Therefore,
it is my belief that until these claims are disproved, I will print
October 1, 2014
& Yvonne Rudine
Subject: Sam's house on Omar St.
First I'd like to tell you that I was about 7 years old when I lived
on Omar St. And I also attended Travis elementary school. I will
give you a little background about my family to help you understand.
Mid 1970s my mother father myself and my younger brother moved into
the house on Omar Street, my father was physically abusive to my
mother and she was in the hospital recovering from broken ribs when
we moved in to the home. We only rented the upstairs portion of
the home. It was a 1 bed 1 bath apartment. I remember being home
sitting in front of the TV on the floor playing with the doll and
my father was sitting on the couch watching television and my younger
brother was asleep on the couch and he had a very high fever. My
brother started pointing up in the air and saying "Carol get down
from there dad's going to spank you!" I looked at my father with
confusion, I didn't understand why my brother was talking to the
ceiling. My father asked him who he was talking to and he told my
father that I was floating up at the ceiling and making fun of him.
My father asked my younger brother what he was talking about because
I was sitting on the floor in front of the TV. My brother told him
that I had two bumps on my four head like horns, a human hand and
an animal hand with a human leg and an animal leg with a hoof on
my foot. My father assume that my brother was delirious with fever
and was just seeing things. Suddenly there was a knock at the door!
I jumped up and said "I'll get it!" As I ran over to the stairway
leading to the front door down the stairs. I heard my father's yell
out to me, "No! It's the goddamn devil!" I stood at the top of the
stairway and suddenly my father was standing next to me holding
my hand but I only had a peripheral view of him. I was frozen. I
couldn't move I couldn't speak but somehow I wasn't afraid. I saw
a figure in a black cloak and hood with no face coming up the stairs
as if they were floating. All I could hear was what sounded like
the sound of an ocean when you hold a seashell to your ear. And
then I heard this creature speak in such an ugly harsh voice and
he said over and over "Sell your soul to me!" My father started
cursing at this creature telling it to "get the hell out of my house!
Leave you son of a bitch!" The creature and they call it a creature
because it did not seem human. In his ugly harsh voice said "don't
curse me!" Then I heard my father starting to pray the Lord's Prayer.
"In Jesus name leave this house you're not welcome here!" Slowly
this creature started to fade like smoke into the walls. Finally
I was broken from my paralyzed state and began crying uncontrollably.
I was terrified! We grabbed all week and caring and left the house
Two years later my grandmother moved into that house with my 14-year-old
aunt and my older brother who was 11 years old. It was Fourth of
July weekend late 1970s and we went over to visit the family. While
everyone was outside popping fireworks in the street my aunt, her
best friend, my brother and myself were upstairs in the living room
playing with the deck of cards. I began to tell him the story of
what I remember happening to me when I lived in that house. As I
got deeper into the story of what I saw and what I heard, The four
of us saw a man dressed in a white dress shirt khaki pants black
shoes blond hair and a distorted green angry face, pacing back-and-forth
just outside the windows of the living room which was on the second
floor of this home in the rear of the house. There was no ledge
on the rear of the home to be able to walk on. It was obvious that
he was very angry at me as if he were angry that I was telling the
story about what I saw in this house. We all jumped up and flew
down the stairs and out the door!
I remember it as if it was yesterday I'll never forget when I saw
and what I heard but the part that bothered me the most was over
20 years later when I was in my early 30s I asked my father if he
remembered what happened in that house. He said yes he would never
forget what happened that night. I told him that the only reason
that I was not afraid of that creature was because he (my father)
was standing there next to me holding my hand. My father said to
me in a very shaken voice "baby, that wasn't me holding your hand.
I was in the other room while that creature was standing in front
of me holding me down on the couch!" I returned to that house many
years later just to drive by and see if it was still there hoping
that someone had torn it down by now. Reading your story about the
house on Omar Street made me feel like I wasn't really crazy and
I didn't just imagining someone else experienced something terrifying
in that house.
Sincerely, Carol Nies, San
Antonio, Texas, Oct 30, 2015
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