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Born and raised in Brazoria County. Ghost hunting is a passion of mine. I have seen and photographed many ghost in this county. So trust me when I tell you...have a good story? I will BELIEVE YOU.
I guess the one that still haunts me when I am alone at night is the crying baby in the Angleton Cemetery. Haven't heard it? Well go out the cemetery around 2 am. Go all the way to the back and just sit for a while...You will! |
Stratton Ridge Rd
Cemetery:
If you haven't heard of this place or been there...That's probably a good thing.
The old old cemetery sits right beside a creek bank. Fog blankets the place at night.
If you go out there you can hear footsteps following you around as you explore.
The old cemetery sits across the hwy from the satanic church. Rumor has it many spells and satanic rituals have been held in this cemetery. Early in the morning its been told you can hear the
souls of the little children that were sacrificed in satanic rituals singing and dancing and at times even crying....
Waiting For Your Ghost Story:
The old old cemetery sits right beside a creek bank. Fog blankets the place at night.
If you go out there you can hear footsteps following you around as you explore.
The old cemetery sits across the hwy from the satanic church. Rumor has it many spells and satanic rituals have been held in this cemetery. Early in the morning its been told you can hear the
souls of the little children that were sacrificed in satanic rituals singing and dancing and at times even crying....
Waiting For Your Ghost Story:
Be the next true ghost story to be published in this spot...................
Submitted by reader:
I used to live on county road 31 near Holiday Lakes with my parents just outside of Angleton. They live on a few acres of land, a majority of it being woods. I don't remember what I was doing outside but some years ago I heard music coming from the woods. It sounded like something that would come from a child's music box. Needless to say I went back inside and wouldn't come outside at night much anymore
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
Never saw the Bailey's ghost and I commuted angelton to bay. City in the wee hours for 7 years. My story is a little different. Like ed with my mom in a house built in the 70s 1990 til 2001 on cr 171. One note. Mom and a fellow teacher were up late grading papers. And a woman in a white nightgown with long blond hair walked in the kitchen from the garage. She looked just like me. They hadn't noticed that I came home, yet. They said hello as I walked down the hall to the back of the house. About an hour later, I walked in the front door. We always felt that someone was there. Back room was freezing. This ghost happened several more times...right before major occurences in our lives. Since we've moved. No more visits.
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
When I was a small child, my family and I lived in the white house on hwy 36 in Jones creek, across from Cody's washateria. I was 7 my brother 9. Mom told him to go get in the bath and wash up while she finished up dinner. I was was in the living room watching country music television. All of a sudden mom comes in the living room asking me what I wanted. I looked at her with confusion. She said " you didn't call me?)" " no ma'am" she went back to finishing dinner. She heard it again... Slightly calling her name " kaaathy, kaaathy!" Mom went out the back door where my step dad was hanging clothes out to dry, she said "you hear someone calling me??" He said no. She came back in and sat with me on the couch watching TV. Then the bathroom door opens and SLAMS. My brother starts hollering out, " come in... Come in!!" My brother comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towl and asks us why we were slamming doors. And we never touched it!!
Submitted by reader:
There are a lot of old slave graves throughout Lake Jackson, and it's been said for years that whole neighborhoods were built on top of unmarked cemeteries.
Submitted by anonymous
Submitted by reader:
One Friday night I was at the Brazos Mall with a few friends. We went out the food court and to the left out to the wooded area to smoke. We did that a lot, and there were always these creepy white crosses stuck in the ground, all broken in some kind of way, and others in piles all over the place. It was a cool place to smoke at night because it was creepy. That night before we even smoked we all sat down, and we all got chills and felt really cold, even though it was summer. We all heard whispering, but we couldn't make out what it said. We got out of there before anything else happened. I was wondering, do any of you know why those crosses are there?
Submitted by Brittney
Submitted by reader:
Ghost spotted on CR 5!
I grew up in West Columbia. My father heard about a light that chases your car. So he took my little brother and older sister and myself out to see if it was real. We drove down CR 5 and stopped were this light was to come out. We sat and watched for about an hour. Then we seen lights coming toward us in a field. Then they were gone. Next thing we knew it popped out beside us. The car wouldnt start. We were all screaming . Finally it started and we drove away as fast as we could.
Submitted by reader:
I live in West Columbia Texas not far from the cemetery. At night sometimes when i'm walking home from a friends house I have seen a shadow in the cemetery. It scares me to death and I run home. I told my grandmother about it and she laughed and said it's old man Simon. He is a black slave that was hung in the big oak tree a long time ago when the slave trail came through West Columbia. She said I shouldn't let him scare me because old man Simon has been watching that cemetery for years and never hurt anyone.
Submitted by reader:
We bought our home 22 years ago between Southern Oaks Drive and Old Angleton Road. When we moved in you would hear something walking down the hall and while I was at work my wife would see like shadow figures moving around.
One night we were in the living room and the full length mirror in the bathroom flew off the wall and shattered. I came in from work one day and my wife showed me a couple of huge boot prints on the carpet with red dirt.
A lot larger than my size and there is no red dirt nowhere around our home ! After a little research we found out that the previous owner had committed suicide in the driveway (gunshot). My wife then started praying over our home and eventually everything got quiet.
Submitted by reader:
I used to live in a house about three mins away from Elizabeth Ney Elementary with my aunt. I had always felt scared in that house especially at night as if someone else was in the house. I was also sleeping in bed one night when I turned to get comfortable and I was a big black figure of a man standing over me.
I was so scared I couldn't move, then he grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me violently. I tried to scream but nothing came out. He shook me for about two minutes the he stopped and was gone suddenly. I could move and speak again.
I told my family but they thought it was just a nightmare. After that night I didn't feel safe in the house so I would try to sneak out at night and hang out in the garage until I was to tired to stay awake, then I would go in and try to sleep.
Submitted by Ashley
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
In 1973 I babysat for a lady that lived in the old Jordenton(?) plantation house on 521 by four forks on new years eve. At that time the television ended at midnight and only showed a circle thingy. I turned it off and picked up my book. The kids were sleeping upstairs but heard one of them walking down the stairs. I got off he couch to tell them to go back to bed. When I got to the staircase I realized that the kid wouldn't be wearing hard sole shoes to walk downstairs. I was afraid to look up the stairs but did anyway. No kid. I didn't see anything but I know I heard someone walk down those stairs with hardsole shoes!
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
I have two encounters. My mom's buried at Angleton Restwood Memorial Cemetery, across from Palms Funeral Home, and I used to go out there at night to talk to her when I was a runaway at 16. I was out there one night, & I thought I heard someone following me, their footsteps. It was an unusually clear night, I stopped and looked more than once, and saw no one. My moms grave did not have a headstone at the time, but she is buried next to the baby mausoleum, so I always walked to the mausoleum then found my mom's grave. Well, the closer I got to the mausoleum, the more it sounded like people were following me, and I could hear children giggling, and babies crying. I had almost made it to my mom's grave when a hand slapped my arm, and a child's voice whisper cried "Tag! You're it!" And there was almost an image of a young boy grinning happily beside me, then he vanished and everything was graveyard quiet.
I grew up in Havenwood, a subdivision in Richwood off of old 288, right before the bridge over Bastrop Bayou. My brother Kenny and I used to sneak out and go break bottles at the pipefitters Union right around the block from our house. One night, we were walking back from the union when we saw a white figure float across the street in front of us, looking like it was being dragged behind a moving vehicle of some kind, but not a car. The figures face was twisted in pain and fear, looked right at us, and said, "for the love of God, I didn't do it, please help me!!" Then disappeared .
Submitted by reader:
I used to live on county road 31 near Holiday Lakes with my parents just outside of Angleton. They live on a few acres of land, a majority of it being woods. I don't remember what I was doing outside but some years ago I heard music coming from the woods. It sounded like something that would come from a child's music box. Needless to say I went back inside and wouldn't come outside at night much anymore
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
Never saw the Bailey's ghost and I commuted angelton to bay. City in the wee hours for 7 years. My story is a little different. Like ed with my mom in a house built in the 70s 1990 til 2001 on cr 171. One note. Mom and a fellow teacher were up late grading papers. And a woman in a white nightgown with long blond hair walked in the kitchen from the garage. She looked just like me. They hadn't noticed that I came home, yet. They said hello as I walked down the hall to the back of the house. About an hour later, I walked in the front door. We always felt that someone was there. Back room was freezing. This ghost happened several more times...right before major occurences in our lives. Since we've moved. No more visits.
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
When I was a small child, my family and I lived in the white house on hwy 36 in Jones creek, across from Cody's washateria. I was 7 my brother 9. Mom told him to go get in the bath and wash up while she finished up dinner. I was was in the living room watching country music television. All of a sudden mom comes in the living room asking me what I wanted. I looked at her with confusion. She said " you didn't call me?)" " no ma'am" she went back to finishing dinner. She heard it again... Slightly calling her name " kaaathy, kaaathy!" Mom went out the back door where my step dad was hanging clothes out to dry, she said "you hear someone calling me??" He said no. She came back in and sat with me on the couch watching TV. Then the bathroom door opens and SLAMS. My brother starts hollering out, " come in... Come in!!" My brother comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towl and asks us why we were slamming doors. And we never touched it!!
Submitted by reader:
There are a lot of old slave graves throughout Lake Jackson, and it's been said for years that whole neighborhoods were built on top of unmarked cemeteries.
Submitted by anonymous
Submitted by reader:
One Friday night I was at the Brazos Mall with a few friends. We went out the food court and to the left out to the wooded area to smoke. We did that a lot, and there were always these creepy white crosses stuck in the ground, all broken in some kind of way, and others in piles all over the place. It was a cool place to smoke at night because it was creepy. That night before we even smoked we all sat down, and we all got chills and felt really cold, even though it was summer. We all heard whispering, but we couldn't make out what it said. We got out of there before anything else happened. I was wondering, do any of you know why those crosses are there?
Submitted by Brittney
Submitted by reader:
Ghost spotted on CR 5!
I grew up in West Columbia. My father heard about a light that chases your car. So he took my little brother and older sister and myself out to see if it was real. We drove down CR 5 and stopped were this light was to come out. We sat and watched for about an hour. Then we seen lights coming toward us in a field. Then they were gone. Next thing we knew it popped out beside us. The car wouldnt start. We were all screaming . Finally it started and we drove away as fast as we could.
Submitted by reader:
I live in West Columbia Texas not far from the cemetery. At night sometimes when i'm walking home from a friends house I have seen a shadow in the cemetery. It scares me to death and I run home. I told my grandmother about it and she laughed and said it's old man Simon. He is a black slave that was hung in the big oak tree a long time ago when the slave trail came through West Columbia. She said I shouldn't let him scare me because old man Simon has been watching that cemetery for years and never hurt anyone.
Submitted by reader:
We bought our home 22 years ago between Southern Oaks Drive and Old Angleton Road. When we moved in you would hear something walking down the hall and while I was at work my wife would see like shadow figures moving around.
One night we were in the living room and the full length mirror in the bathroom flew off the wall and shattered. I came in from work one day and my wife showed me a couple of huge boot prints on the carpet with red dirt.
A lot larger than my size and there is no red dirt nowhere around our home ! After a little research we found out that the previous owner had committed suicide in the driveway (gunshot). My wife then started praying over our home and eventually everything got quiet.
Submitted by reader:
I used to live in a house about three mins away from Elizabeth Ney Elementary with my aunt. I had always felt scared in that house especially at night as if someone else was in the house. I was also sleeping in bed one night when I turned to get comfortable and I was a big black figure of a man standing over me.
I was so scared I couldn't move, then he grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me violently. I tried to scream but nothing came out. He shook me for about two minutes the he stopped and was gone suddenly. I could move and speak again.
I told my family but they thought it was just a nightmare. After that night I didn't feel safe in the house so I would try to sneak out at night and hang out in the garage until I was to tired to stay awake, then I would go in and try to sleep.
Submitted by Ashley
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
In 1973 I babysat for a lady that lived in the old Jordenton(?) plantation house on 521 by four forks on new years eve. At that time the television ended at midnight and only showed a circle thingy. I turned it off and picked up my book. The kids were sleeping upstairs but heard one of them walking down the stairs. I got off he couch to tell them to go back to bed. When I got to the staircase I realized that the kid wouldn't be wearing hard sole shoes to walk downstairs. I was afraid to look up the stairs but did anyway. No kid. I didn't see anything but I know I heard someone walk down those stairs with hardsole shoes!
Submitted by reader:
Ghost Story Submission
I have two encounters. My mom's buried at Angleton Restwood Memorial Cemetery, across from Palms Funeral Home, and I used to go out there at night to talk to her when I was a runaway at 16. I was out there one night, & I thought I heard someone following me, their footsteps. It was an unusually clear night, I stopped and looked more than once, and saw no one. My moms grave did not have a headstone at the time, but she is buried next to the baby mausoleum, so I always walked to the mausoleum then found my mom's grave. Well, the closer I got to the mausoleum, the more it sounded like people were following me, and I could hear children giggling, and babies crying. I had almost made it to my mom's grave when a hand slapped my arm, and a child's voice whisper cried "Tag! You're it!" And there was almost an image of a young boy grinning happily beside me, then he vanished and everything was graveyard quiet.
I grew up in Havenwood, a subdivision in Richwood off of old 288, right before the bridge over Bastrop Bayou. My brother Kenny and I used to sneak out and go break bottles at the pipefitters Union right around the block from our house. One night, we were walking back from the union when we saw a white figure float across the street in front of us, looking like it was being dragged behind a moving vehicle of some kind, but not a car. The figures face was twisted in pain and fear, looked right at us, and said, "for the love of God, I didn't do it, please help me!!" Then disappeared .
Submitted by reader:
I grew up in West Columbia during the 80's. We (me and my family) lived in Alamo heights on Houston St. There my entire family were the victims of a haunting. There was the young girl who lived in our play room she wore Victorian age clothes and sometimes would come into both mine and my parents' bedroom from time to time.
She was just a young girl who would get into mistif but not harmful nonetheless. Then there was the spirit of a large man so we think it was a man. He would come up to you and try to smell you. He slapped my mother in the face.
My dad would see the girl in his bedhroom. I was slapped on the bottom while in my bedroom while bending over looking through tapes (it was the 80's). The entire family saw ghastly creatures from time to time as well an overwhelming sense of evil.
In the end we were finally able to leave and life for us was much better. However I often think of that house on houton St. And wonder about the new owners.
Submitted by Jennifer
I grew up in West Columbia during the 80's. We (me and my family) lived in Alamo heights on Houston St. There my entire family were the victims of a haunting. There was the young girl who lived in our play room she wore Victorian age clothes and sometimes would come into both mine and my parents' bedroom from time to time.
She was just a young girl who would get into mistif but not harmful nonetheless. Then there was the spirit of a large man so we think it was a man. He would come up to you and try to smell you. He slapped my mother in the face.
My dad would see the girl in his bedhroom. I was slapped on the bottom while in my bedroom while bending over looking through tapes (it was the 80's). The entire family saw ghastly creatures from time to time as well an overwhelming sense of evil.
In the end we were finally able to leave and life for us was much better. However I often think of that house on houton St. And wonder about the new owners.
Submitted by Jennifer