One of the couples that lives in these houses are Maria and Miguel. Maria, is just 19 and pregnant. She is hearing and seeing things in their house and it is always accompanied by the strong smell of roses. Maria does not tell her husband Miguel because they are not open to such ideas and the others just tell her that she is acting like a child and needs to grow up. But Maria is terrified at what is happening to her. Something keeps telling her to "get out or they will take your baby".
She approaches her friend and psychologist Elizabeth about it. Elizabeth refers her to a doctor who tests her for things like depression and anxiety and what not. But the tests for the most part all come out negative. The doc chalks it up to anxiety about her pregnancy and prescribes her some medicine.
Then one night Elizabeth stays with her while Miguel is gone and is surprised to find that she too hears the noises, feels the cold and sees something in the air. Elizabeth then speaks with one of the owners and then has the house itself tested to make sure that the smells are not something poisoning the air; soil samples, mold samples, things like that. These tests also come out negative.
Elizabeth is determined to help Maria figure out what is in the house and agrees to stay in the house another weekend by herself while Miguel is out of town and Maria is staying with a friend. But the brother of the owner of the farm, Zach, has decided that he likes Elizabeth and insists on staying with her to see if they have the same experiences that Maria is having.
This is where my story begins. So I am reading this book last night and get to the part where they are staying in the house. Zach is sleeping on the couch and Elizabeth in the bedroom. The both awake to hearing the moaning wind and a distant train on the tracks, but the train tracks had been abandoned years before. I read the following -
A faint sound reached her, a voice so soft, the words so faintly spoken, she couldn't be sure she heard them.
"I...want...my...mama. Please...I...want...my...mama."
Her heart clutched, speeded up even more. The chill was pervasive now, filling the room, stretching into every corner. Her gaze went to Zach who perched on the end of the sofa, completely alert, waiting to see what happened next. The atmosphere in the bedroom shifted. The chill remained, but with it came the cloying scent of roses.
The smell was unbearably heavy, dense and putrid, a sickening odor that made the bile rise in her throat.
"Mama...? Mama are you there? Please...I want my mama."
The fear inside her swelled. Her gaze shot to the living room in search of Zach and it must have shown in her eyes. She saw him get to his feet and start to move to the open bedroom door. Then something caught her eye. A faint, translucent light began to appear at the foot of the bed, a wavering, eerie glow barely visible in the room. But Elizabeth was certain it was there and a strangled sound of fear came from her throat.
Zach stood in the doorway, his feet braced apart, and the minute he heard the sound, he started toward her, his strides long and angry.
"That's it! That's enough!" Storming into the bedroom, he came straight to the bed, sat down on the edge and pulled her into his arms.
"Easy baby, it's over. Everything's all right. Your safe now." He glanced around the room, searching every corner. "Whatever it was is gone now."
Right at the moment that I read that last line, Marley scared the hell out of me and starting barking, non stop, forcefully down the hallway. I sat up and looked over at her. Sure enough, she was standing at the end of the couch, barking down a dark hallway. I immediately got up, ripping the booklight off my head and went over to where she was at. I shined the bright booklight down the hallway and waved it back and forth. Nothing.
Right then a 'whoosh' of freezing cold air went through me. So cold that all the hairs on my body stood on end. All I could think of was "What the fuck was that?" I can't explain it and this has never in my life happened to me. I watch that Zach guy on Ghost Adventures go through the cold spells and think it's bullshit most of the time (he is not one of my favorite ghost hunters).
I can't tell you how much this scared me. Nothing has ever scared me in this house up until now. I was so freaked out, I tried reading a few more minutes and just couldn't do it. I put my book away and proceeded to go to sleep.
I woke up this morning thinking about this. Is it just coincidence that the ghost in my book seems to be a child? Was the child that is haunting our house trying to tell me something, reaching out because I was reading a similar such story in my book? Could this child have been part of a family that was working the old Dobson Cattle Ranch way back in the day (since we live just 1/2 mile south of the original ranch border)? Or perhaps even before the time when the Dobson family owned the cattle ranch? Why was Marley so forceful in her barking this time? Usually she does this little "puff, puff" thing deep in her chest, but does not actually let out a full throated barking like something was really, really pissing her off.
This leaves me wondering, how can I found out more about the old Mesa property prior to the 1970's? How can I find out what was here as far back as the 1800's even? If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know. I need to find out what is going on here if I can.
I am not one who has ever really experienced ghostly apparitions or anything. I love the stories and shows, but never in my life dreamed that I would have such experiences in my own life. I hope that whatever is here does not mind us. I hope that someday, I can confirm that there was indeed such a girl that existed. I hope that I can figure out if she is trying to communicate something that was important to her, to one of our family members. Perhaps she trusts us enough to want to reach out to us, to tell us something we need to know. I hope that it continues to be a friendly spirit and will play with us from the other side and that there will not be too many scary nights ahead.
I hope.
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