I Just Don't Know

From: Sheri Jensen  (jensher@ev1.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Corinth, TX
Source: Form Submission

This happened in 1993, in Corinth, TX; which for those of you not from this part of the country is in north TX, just south of Denton.

My fiance (now my husband) and I had been living in a nearby town in a two story house for about three months. Our electric bill was over $450 for one month and realized that we needed to move. I looked through the local paper and found a 'guest house' for $950.00, which at the time was way more than we could afford. I don't know why, but I called and told the lady right then that I couldn't afford that much. She inquired as to what we could pay ($650.00 max) and she said she was more interested in the types of tennants than the cost of the rent. I was thrilled! And obviously very naive! I went to look at it alone and fell in love with it.

It was a new construction (less than a year) and was very, very energy efficient. She went into great detail as to the design of the home and how they lived in CA, but owned this land here. I thought, great, no landlord to come knocking when you least expected it! She told me that the previous tennants had left in the middle of the night and never returned! They never forwarded their mail either and they must have been in a hurry, because months later I realized that they were receiving checks from an insurance company on a regular basis that they never received!

We moved in right away. Now let me say that I worked for a real estate attorney drawing mortgage documents. My shift was 1:00PM to whenever, which could be anywhere from 11:30 to 6:00AM! My fiance, who was a carpenter worked days. He was often home alone in the evening (he never experienced anything at all).

The property consisted of five acres, of which there were six guest homes located on it. The front house was very large and some bus touring people lived there and just a little over from my house, was where a pilot lived. He was hardly ever home. The house was only two bedroom and the entire upstairs was just the bedroom, closet, a tiny bathroom and a sitting area with fireplace. the entire house, up and down had inlaid brick floors.

Many things happened over the ten months we lived there, but only to me. My 'special' bras and panties would disappear and turned up under my mattress! I would come home to find my kitchen door standing wide open and my bf said I just didn't shut it tight. I knew better.

Over the months, I knew I was getting more and more paranoid and although I didn't hear anything or see anything, I knew something wasn't right. We had a large group (family) of hispanics that took care of the landscaping and for the longest time, I thought they were the ones that were coming in the house. Nothing was ever taken and I couldn't figure that one out. I called the police numerous times to check the house when I would come home to find the doors/windows opened. My dogs never seemed to have a problem and I even thought at one point that a married co-worker who seemed to have a crush on me was the one doing things.

There were two incidents that made me want out of there. They both happened just before our wedding. One morning, I showered for work upstairs and had come downstairs to get some clothes from the drier. I reached my hand in the door to turn on the light and I saw what I thought was the large dryer plug laying atop the washer. I flipped on the light and low and behold, a snake raised itself up and slithered down behind the washer! I was frantic as I couldn't see if it was poisonous. I called animal control and thankfully, it was a king snake, but was almost five feet long! Shortly afterwards, again I was showering in the morning for work and I had just cleaned house and finished a cigarette and put the ashtray on the small vanity in the bathroom and stepped in the shower stall. Now let me say that this bathroom was tiny and the shower was so small, only I could use it. My elbows touched the opposite wall when I raised my arms to wash my hair. The doors were the small, bullet catch doors (for those of you who don't know, these are small like bi-fold doors, but they meet like a cupboard door in the center and have a bullet-catch at the top that springs up and down to lock into place. They are very distinct sounding) I had closed the doors, showered and when I opened the shower door, there on the floor, directly in the center of the shower, was my ashtray. It was not spilled; it was just sitting there. My adrenalin was on overload! I was sure someone was in the house and I was about to be raped or killed. I got my gun and walked the house, terrified. No one was there and the doors were still locked!

I started asking the other 'guest house' tennants on the property if they were having problems, of which they all stated that their doors were opening in the middle of the night and no one would be there. They had all taken precautions to keep it from happening, but it was still happening.

Well, we got married and had the wedding reception there and we moved at the end of the month. My landlady told me that when I complained that I was just a vain young woman looking for attention! I beg to differ. The funny thing is, I never thought about being haunted until after I've read other occurances here on this site. Go figure!

I wonder if those houses are still inhabited?