Don’t Look Out Toward the Fields: A Paranormal Encounter

Welcome to True Scary Story. Today's account comes from Aiden, who, due to the experiences we're about to hear, was changed and even started his own podcast called Susto. My name is Edwin and here is Aiden's true Scary story. Hi everyone, my name is Aiden Castianos. I am originally from the Rio Grande Valley in Texas. It's right on the Texas Mexico border. The experience that I had that really got me into the paranormal was an evening at an aunt and uncle's house. It's built on top of these cinder blocks. It's a lifted wooden house. I grew up in a house like that too, and we would always joke when it's cold outside, it's colder inside. When it's hot outside, it's hotter inside. You can hear everything that's happening. Just the way that those houses were built, everything echoed, even noise. Growing up, we had barbecues all the time. There was always a got aness out of happening. It seemed to rotate whose family was going to stay when the barbecue ended. One evening, that was my family, because my parents and myself the barbecues ended, everybody's gone except for my aunt and my uncle, my parents, and myself I was very young, maybe sixth grade or junior high. We were sitting in their kitchen to paint that for you. If you can imagine it. The back of their house, there was a door to the backyard. Above the sink, there was a window where you could see what we call monte you could say. It was like just trees and bushes and stuff. That's how the whole Rio Grande Valley is. It's a very agricultural area in the state. Imagine this house sitting in the middle of all this empty land with just fields and monte is surrounding it. It was at night. My aunt starts telling my parents how she's worried because her sons are out. She's worried for their safety, just general mother things. My parents try to calm her down, and they try to tell her, you've raised good kids. Your sons have good heads on their shoulders. They have cell phones now, not to age myself, people were just starting to get their own cell phones. My mom said, they'll be fine. They're not going to drink and drive, and if they need help, they have our numbers. We can go pick them up or something. Mytha says I'm not worried about what they're doing out there. I know that they're fine, I know they're responsible. Worried about what happens when they tried to come home. We're all very confused by this, because what does that mean. My parents ask her what's going on when they're trying to get home. My Thea starts telling us the last couple times that her boys have gone out. When they get home, they will either tell their parents or their parents would be awake. They would all experience it together. Just strange things would happen. They would hear voices or noises when my Thea she would stay up washing dishes late, looking out that back window into the monte. She could see shadows at night. When they'd go to check, there would be nobody there. Nobody would have reason to be out there. Again, it's in the middle of all this field land and stuff. There's no roads that go into that neighborhood. Just weird things started happening at night. As they're telling us this, we're sitting in their kitchen. It's a long take. My parents are on one side, my aunt and my uncle on the other side. I'm at the head of the table, opposite of me is their back door. She's telling us this, and in the middle of her explaining these strange occurrences, that back door that I have a direct line of sight too, starts shaking violently. The handle is metal, and it's jiggling like someone's trying to open it, and the door is being pulled back and forth. In this wooden house, you could feel the whole room shaking. Everybody froze and was staring at the door. There was this three liter of soda next to me on the table, and I slowly pushed it in front of my face to guide myself from this door. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I had never really seen anything like that before. I don't know why I thought this would protect me. Rock rose in for a minute, and my uncle he gets up. He's grumbling something under his breath. He goes to the door and he rips it open. There's nothing there. We're all even more silent if that could happen. I'm petrified. At this point, he says it was a dog. It was probably a dog just messing with the door. I saw when you open the door, I couldn't look away, even though I wanted to, and there was nothing there. I saw that there was nothing there. He closes the door and he sits back down. My aunt she starts getting scared again. She says, you see, that's what I'm talking about. I feel like there's something on this land. There's something out there, and I'm worried that something's going to happen to the boys when they try to get home later. Again, as she's trying to explain this to us, the door starts shaking again, even harder this time. This entire time, I couldn't move. I was frozen. I wanted to run to a different part of the house, but I was just scared to move. Again, this door is shaking violently back and forth. The handle. You could hear the metal jingling. My uncle gets up again, opens the door. This time we see a dog. But the dog is running up to the door. It wasn't already there. He said, it's the dog. It's the dog. Throws the dog a scrap of leftover meat, closes the door. But I'm thinking no again, I can see this all happening. The dog was running up to the door. It closes, the door, sits down. My uncle chimes in and he's just trying to brush it off, like it's just you know, there's straight dogs out here or out here in the monday, there's animals and stuff. It's probably coyotes or just trying to explain it away. He's a big skeptic. Okay, sure, animals, even though we're not buying it. As he's talking about that, we hear the dog at the door whimpered, like when a dog gets hit, it starts to cry. We hear the cry getting fainter and fainter. The dog is running away. We can hear it running away again. The door starts to shake. My uncle was right there, ready for it. He was waiting for it. He knew it was going to happen again. So he gets up, throws the door open again. There's nothing. Nothing. By that third time, we had enough. The first time was enough for me, but I was at their mercy. My parents they drove us. I had to wait for them. By that third time, my parents were like, Okay, we're gonna go. We'll pray for your kids. I don't know if they came up with the game plan or what the conversation was, but I was in escape mode. I was ready to get out of there. But also that meant that I had to walk outside to the car, which I didn't want to do because I don't know what's out there. Something's out there terrorizing us, and I think I just remember running to my parents' van and just jumping in and like ready to go. And I've never been back to that house since that happened. That is definitely one of the biggest contributions to my interest in the paranormal. I think it's one of the biggest reasons why I started my own podcast about the paranormal on my show. It's called Susto, and I tell scary stories from the folklore of Latin American and Hispanic cultures, because aside from that one experience, I heard so many stories about le chusas and lay Chupacabra's lukukui, and so you can imagine when this was happening that night, all these kind of legends, these monsters, They're running through my head and I'm just going through this rolodex of Okay, which one is it, which one is it? Which one's coming after us? Right now? That moment in my life was a big, I think, contributing factor to starting susto. You know what, I really I haven't told this story too much on my own show. I think I've mentioned it a couple times, but I haven't gone into such great detail. You're retelling it now I'm thinking about I don't think I've ever had a real conversation with my parents about it. It was one of those things where it happened and we just didn't really talk about it. I don't think any of us wanted to remember it. That's why I'm like this now. Share a story with our community by going to true scarystory dot com and tapping on the I have a Story button and we'll get in touch. AD free versions of the show are available on Scaryplus dot com, and you can get in touch with me over on Instagram as Edwyn Cove. That's E d w nco V. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it Scary everyone, See you soon.