Alamosa
Ghost
I
have recently discovered your website and was immediately
compelled
to write
you my story as i have not
come
across many ghost stories involving the
state
of colorado much less the
area
that i am familer to which is the san
luis
valley. Let me assure
you
that everything that i have encountered
in my
lifetime is true, it has not
been
falsified or exaggerated in any way
although
some things are pretty hard
to
believe even for myself. I will
not bore you
with a long drawn out story
(at
this time)however i would like to start
with
the first event that ever
happened to me. I am a 30 year old
women and to this
day i still remember it like
it
was yesterday. When i was a
little girl(7 yrs
old) my favorite aunt and
uncle
moved from Los Angeles (where i grew
up) to a
small towm in Alamosa,
CO.
This town being very little in size
and population
was mostley populated by
family
members or long time friends of the
family
being that this is the town
in
which my grandmother and grandfather
grew up in,
married, and started a
family. On one perticular visit, my
grandmother and her
bother wanted to go and
visit
thier grandmother who was buried in the
local
cemetery. The cemetery
itself was very old and very run down with
hand made
head stones and even some
very
old wooded crosses. My grandmother
insisted
that i go with them as there
would be no one to care for me at my
uncles with
them gone. So we went
and
upon arriving at the cemetery i new
something just
wasn't right. I felt
sick
and almost instantly started burning up
with a
fever. Being that it
was
daylight my grandmother instructed me to
stay in the
car because they would not
be
there that long, anyways the car was in
sight.
Almost the second that they
turned around to walk towards the grave i
felt a
presence in the car with me,
it
was a very strong almost sufficating
feeling.
I remember thinking that i
should
have went with them anyways.
Moments later i
heard what was like a
scatching
on the top of the car and could hear
the metal
popping then i felt a slight
shaking of the car. I could see my
grandmother in
the distance and thought to
myself "i'm gonna make a run for it" and i
did. As
soon as i felt the car shake
i
opened the car door and started to run
towards
where they were
standing.
They must have heard the door open and
me run
because as soon as i started
to
run they both turned to look at
me. What
happened next and what they
saw
still haunts my dreams and is something
that
haunted them as well.
At
this moment everthing went into slow
motion. That's
how i felt it and saw
it.
As i was running towards them they also
started to
walk towards me obviously
because
i was in a panic but as i ran over a
grave i
fell. Not foward like in the
movies but straight down like if there was
a sink
hole in the graves.
The
scarey part is that my grandmother and
uncle say it
looked like something
grabbed me
down. And that is what i
felt. I felt like
many hands were grabbing my
legs
and pulling me into the ground.
And i fell
deeper and deeper in the
hole. The only thing that i could grab
onto was a
half rotted headstone and i
hung
on for dear life. At this point
my
grandmother and uncle got to
me
and down on thier knees started to try
and pull
me out but they couldn't
they
said if felt like something was pulling
me down
as they tried to pull me
up. And this is what i felt like.
Needless to say i
was hysterical, crying,
yelling,
and screaming for someone to help
me. At this
point i think i blacked out
because the next thing i know i was laying
on the
ground next to the hole with
my
grandmother and uncle looking over
me. As soon
as my eyes opened they said
to
one another "grab her and lets
go". At that
point i noticed that the
bottoms
of my pants were ripped to shredds and
i had
blood and cuts everywhere on
my
legs. We got home in a matter of
minutes and i
was still pretty out of it.
Mostly very confused and still very
scared. My
grandmother tended to my
wounds
and put me to sleep. That was the
end of it at
that time but we did come
home
early that year from vacation. In
later years i
asked my grandmother what
happened at the cemetery that day. How
did they get
me out? She told me
that
she was not sure that they were pulling
and pulling
and i was falling deeper she
called on the name of God to help them and
to save
her baby and the next thing
they
new i flew out of the hole. I still to
this
day have a few scares left
on my
legs and feet not as noticable as they
use to
be but i can assure you that
everytime i notice one i think about that
day and
a wierd chill still goes up
my
back.
