May 13, 2007
A Lively House at Ft. Sam Houston
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Michelle, San Antonio, Texas, July 2003
I was in high school when we moved into one of the oldest houses on base at
Fort Sam Houston. The houses were built in the slave days. There was a
slave's quarter in the back, which was used as a storage room.
Many things happened in that house. When we first moved in, we were not
aware of the ghosts in the house until one morning we awoke to the smell of
bacon and biscuits. We went downstairs and there was nobody in the kitchen.
It was an invigorating smell. On another day, I was sitting with my brother
in the dining room doing my homework and directly to the right there was a
swinging door to the hall. It was very difficult to push open, you had to
literally throw your weight on the door to get it to swing. While sitting at
the table, the door swung open as if someone had pushed it from the other
side. I looked at my brother and he looked at me, we were both wide-eyed.
Not even two seconds after the door swung open, the smell of pipe smoke
circled the table then vanished. On one other occasion, I was sitting in the
kitchen with my brother and I was talking to him. My silver necklace with a
cross was sitting on top of the microwave. My brother turned around to
continue speaking to me and the cross came off of the necklace, smacked the
wall, and fell face down. I couldn't believe my eyes. There were also
spirits of playful children in the house. They used to love playing pranks
on us all. They would run up and down the hall at 3 AM, play outside, move
boxes, and even close doors. These are merely a few incidences that occurred
at this house. It was a lively place.
