FEATURED TALES 9
Haunted House in New Mexico
(NOTE: Apparently paranormal
encounters runs in the family...the following tale was sent in by the husband of
the author of
The
Haunted Trailer...)
Haunted House
in New Mexico
This story takes place in
Cedar Crest, New Mexico in about 1983. There
is a house there that is two stories high but is
actually 3 levels with an observation\greenhouse tower. The top level is the
master bedroom and a small study with a ladder that
leads up to the tower. There is a door that leads to a wooden bridge that
takes you to the small parking area on a small hill. The second level is the
living room with a giant window that looks on a small cement pond at the
bottom of the hill with the parking area. The bottom level is the kitchen and
a small bedroom. There is a door in the kitchen that leads to the patio and
the pond.
My aunt and uncle lived
here for about a year. My uncle told me that from time to time he would have a
dream that he was trying to chase a black hooded figure from the cars in the
parking area. Every night very very late (3am or later) at night the pipes
would bang and knock. At least that what my
uncle would tell me. When I first heard the sound it sounded like somebody
hitting the pipes with a hammer very loudly. Very
steady but not too fast. It did not seem to me to be the pipes “knocking” but
that’s my opinion. Other than this pipe knocking
thing nothing really happened, but I could never really relax at night in that
house. Just a general although fairly strong feeling of unease.
Well my aunt and uncle
eventually moved out, and about two years after that I met a guy at work by
the name of Joe B. I knew Joe for about 8 months
before he happened to mentioned where he lived. I recognized the house in
Cedar Crest from his
description. I asked if the banging still occurred,
whatever it might be. He said yes and that it gave him the royal
heebie-jeebies mostly because he lived alone in the house.
Well one day Joe didn’t
show up for work, no big deal. But then it stretched into a week. Finally we
at work found out that Joe had died, and that he actually died in his house,
of a HEART ATTACK in his bed. Joe was only 34
when he passed away. I thought it was real strange that he would die of a
HEART ATTACK at only 34 years of age. This news
really freaked me out and gave me great grief because Joe was my good friend.
Personally,
I think that something in that house scared him to death, and it was able to
do this because he lived there alone. I have
never been back to the house since hearing of Joe’s death. But whenever I
drive through Cedar Crest I look up
and see it’s still there, and I’m sure the “pipes”
still knock in the middle of the night.
-Paul
A.