Everybody Has Experienced Something

Well you'll hear today is a series of stories about a family and a place that used to house migrant workers, directly from someone who lived there. Some of our previous stories I've touched on these places seem to be the home of a unique form of energy that manifests itself in eerie ways, reflecting pain, a sense of longing, and curses. My name is Edwin, and here is Norman's true scary story. My name is Norma ch Come and I was born in Delanno, California, where there was many migrant workers in our community. There was random killings and unmarked graves. When I was a child, about eleven years old, I would take care of my nieces and nephews. There was a tiny little house in back. You could hear hammering. It was just a very scary situation. I was afraid to stay in the house after dark because of the noises that I heard, pounding and doors opening and closing. We were left with my brother. He was watching myself and my siblings. We were sitting on the floor. He had fallen asleep on the couch. The door, which was right in front of us to the outside, started shaking like it was not then connected to the hinges. We got so scared we woke up my brother. He seen it and said, immediately, do the Sign of the Cross. We did and finally stopped. When I was twelve years old, I went to my sister in law's mother's house with her. She actually did black magic. She would call the dead. People would go see her to do that. I got curious. Instead of a door, she had a curtain. I went in. I peeked in. I saw her slouch backwards and shaking. A man's voice was coming out of her. I just got so scared that I got away and never did that again. Her mom did channelings and helped cure people. When I was married, I had a little boy. I had taken him to the hospital because he had diarrhea really bad. His little eyes were rolling to the back of his head. He spent the night. They told me the next day that there was no cure for that. Because they couldn't figure out why he was having diarrhea. There was nothing they could do for him. The only thing I could do was take him home. My mother said, we're going to take him to my sister in law to her mom. We go over there. She tells me that she's going to massauge him, that she could cure him. She said, I'm gonna pull his little skin in the bat three times. She showed me on his spine, she says, and it it pops. That means that he's in bachildo, which means I don't even know how to explain that in English. Is like something a child gets when they eat something that they shouldn't. He was only like two months old. She did it. It popped, and then she turned them over. She gave him a spoon with a little bit of white powder in it. When we were leaning. He was instantly okay. At that time, I had left my husband. I had caught him with his ex girlfriend, and my mother had shared this information with her. When we were walking out the door, she has me a folded up little piece of paper and she tells me, I want you to say this three times a day until you're happy. I said, okay. I went to the car and I read it. It sa a saint something. Do not let Muriel eat, sleep or be with another woman until I say, I told my mother, and then she says, are you going to do it? I told her, first of all, I don't think there's a saint that you would pray to that would do harm on somebody. I ended up throwing that away. That's the sort of thing that she did. One time I was visiting my dad in the early sixties. We were playing in the backyard. He was digging something for whatever reason. He found a jar the size of the regular man is jar and in the jar was a little urdu doll made of plot. It had his picture glued to the face. My dad said, somebody put a hicks on me. He pulled the doll out and burnt it. My dad was a womanizer. He had this one woman that he offer and went to spend the night with. My mother went over there to pick him up. The woman tells her he's not going anywhere. He loves me. He tells her, I'm going home with my wife. He started laughing. She told him you better laugh all you can, because after tonight you will never laugh again. He was never able to laugh again. He would pass out, which was scary and unexplainable. Another time, in the late fifties, my brother was walking home in the middle of the night. While he was walking, he heard a woman really loud. He turned around and looked there was this woman with a black cloak on. She's laughing and laughing, starts walking faster and starts chasing him. He's scared to death and ran all the way home and told my mom what had happened. He said, look at my back, because I think she pulled me by the T shirt when she lifted his T shirt that he had two big scratches from the woman on his back. My sister, she was the princess of the house even though there was fourteen kids. She was laying on her bed and she's flipping through the magazine. Somebody grabs her by the wrist. She started cussing and jumped off the bed, thinking that it was one of us. She looked under the bed. There was nobody there. She went running to my mother. Everybody has experienced something something, that's experience something something. The same brother and my other two brothers were probably up to no good on the way home from Baker's Shield on the freeway. All of a sudden, they hear this woman laughing and laughing. The woman peeks through the windshield and her hair is flying everywhere. They drove straight to the church, ran in and told the father. The father went out there to bless the car. When he did, an owl flew out of the car. One of my brothers he had the worst of the scary things happened to him. Everywhere he went, something would happen. He and his wife were at home. The phone starts ring. He tells her, Yola, get the phone. She goes to get the phones it's not plugged in. The same brother in the same house went to bed one night. When they lifted the sheets, found an upsight non cross made of dirt on their bed. After I got married, I was living with my in laws in seventy one and I had my baby. He was three months old. I fell asleep. Back in the day, it was normal to prop the baby's bottle in their mouth when you put them down. That night, something woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw this leprechaun thing jumping on my stomach. I don't think he was wearing green, but he was wearing an at I couldn't feel him that I could see him. Then I heard my son choking. I ran to him picked him up because he was choking on his milk. Around the same time, my mother in law was sitting on her bed the master bathroom door was open, and the plunger just came out, bouncing from the bathroom all the way to where she was sitting by the bed. I got up in the morning and went to the bathroom. I seen a trail of blood from the bathroom to the kitchen, and I cleaned it up. Then I asked everybody if they had had a bloody nose or something, and they said no, nobody had, so that blood just appeared out of nowhere. Eventually, when my husband came out of the military, he went back to McFarlane and got hired by this rancher to drive a tractor. I thought it was normal for her husband to get their check on Friday and leave and come back on Sunday night. I was a big chicken to begin with, and my baby at that time was probably around too. I was sitting in the corner of the living room just holding him, feeling like I had to protect him if anybody broke in, cause it was out in the country. I got so tired I had this great idea to go to my room, lay on my bed which was against the window, open the window, thinking if somebody comes in, I'll just jump out the window. I'm laying there not facing the window. I heard flapping. I looked. There was an owl perched on the tree. The owl started laughing like a woman, really loud. I saw it and I heard it into Spanish latusa. That's how a witch travels in the form of an owl. We ended up moving to the mountains. Things started happening there too. The doors would open and close when nobody was in the rooms. One time, me and my headron were in bed and somebody was trying to force the door open. He got really mad. He gets up to go yell at whoever it was that was up, and there was no one anywhere. Whenever we left to go somewhere, we would come back and there would be a puddle of water in the middle of the kitchen floor. I believe that a curse was put in our family. All of us experienced something, some of us worse than others, that we all did. Usually a curse is put on somebody because of jealousy. Somebody might have been jealous of my dad wanted to stay with him. He tells not to, so they did not to him like that lady. That made him not able to laugh again. My son passed away and twenty seventeen, my ex husband frequents his grave site. When he went to the gray site, he found an egg on his grave, which was really odd. It was just a regular egg. My son was forty six twenty passed away. We thought maybe somebody did something to him to hurt his dad, because I don't think he had any enemies that would do that sort of thing. We would wear across the aaron our eggs. My mom when she went with one of her friends to this one lady because they claim these gouranderos or witchcraft, people claim that I can cure you of that. After the man did what he did to her friend, he goes to her and he tells her, you know what, no one can ever put a curse on you because your veins over your heart are crossed. She didn't have, you know, experiences like the rest of us did that. I don't know so much that's unexplainable. I found a grave under where my dad lives. So my ball had rolled underneath that little house which was set on pillars that was open in the bottom. My wall went in there and when I reached trying to get it, I felt the square of cement. I called my dad. He told us that it was a grave knt it to you know what I mean? There was a lot of souls out there. I don't know, it's hard to understand. Thank you Norma for sharing your stories with us. If you want to share your own, head on over to truscarystory dot com. There you can tell us a little bit more about your story and then we schedule a phone call. You can find out more about me over on Instagram and my website, but I'll link to everything in the description of this episode. Up next, check out horror Story, a podcast where I tell you about true creepy events and mysteries. We'll have an episode on Brujas Witches that might be out already by the time you share this. 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