Displaced Hauntings - The Haunted Railroad Tracks - San Antonio, Texas / Salt Lake City, Utah

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Introduction;
Sometimes paranormal events happens in places and locations that are not connected, one example of this is the sightings of Al Capone at the Congress Plaza Hotel, that are rumored to one time be Al Capone's base of operation. This also reminds me about a paranormal experiment that I read about a few years ago. Here a group of researcher and a medium worked on conjuring an artificial spirit (it was scribed for them in great detail beforehand), a being that never existed, but as the experiment continued on they reported the artificial haunting to mimic the ahead of time descriptions of this very non-existing spirit that they were supposed to summon.

Back a few months ago I watched a story about the haunted railroad tracks near San Antonio, Texas. It was a investigative news show but, I just can not remember what one it was. I researched it a bit and what I found was the following;

Many, many years ago somewhere around the late 1930s or 1940s a school bus with ten children and the bus driver were crossing the railroad tracks near San Antonio, Texas at an intersection of the San Juan Mission. The bus became stalled right over the tracks. A train came along and couldn't stop and plowed into the school bus, killing all who were on that bus. Since then it has been reported that if you drive up to the tracks and stop and put your car out of gear or even turn your car off, The children spirits from that school bus will push your car over the tracks to safety. Not only that but, it is said that if you put some powder on the back bumper, you can see hand prints of the children that pushed your car up the small incline to safety.

Other strange things have been reported at the accident site. Things like taking photos and when the film is developed you can see figures that were not there when the photo was taken. Some people have heard children crying, some people have actually had car trouble on the tracks and were pushed to safety by an unknown force.

The reporter in this news show did indeed put powder on her car's back bumper and then drive up to the tracks. She stopped her car and turned it off. She was indeed flabbergasted as her car started to go up the small incline and across the rail road tracks and toward the curve on the other side of the tracks, and most amazing of all was a small hand print in the powder. I saw the show myself, I can't explain what I saw. As far as I am concerned, There are spirits of 10 little children there helping people across the rail road tracks. They also mentioned how the names of those ten children are still remembered as street names around the rail road tracks where this horrible accident happened.

What is more interesting is that the story seem to point to a real accident that happened miles away in Salt Lake City, Utah in December of 1938. The names of the signs in the area San Juan Mission Railroad are actually named after the developers of the railroad tracks, and they never perished in any accidents.

This make me wonder how could the hand print appeared on the back of the reporters truck. Did they fake it for the sake of the show? or had some of the spirit kids over in Salt Lake City that somehow transferred themselves to help out not only in cases of possible railroad track accidents far away from their real place of horrific departure, summoned by the growing legend itself? or does this have more down to earth explanation.

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My Paranormal Life

Illustration by PJ 2007: The Birch Tree, symbolizing life itself

Hi! My name is Pamela. I live in San Antonio, Texas with my husband of 18 years, Guy, and our 3 dogs. :) I was born and raised in New York City. I grew up in a house in Queens that was buzzing with paranormal activity for all of my childhood.

First of all, my grandfather passed away on April 16th, 1962, of a stroke. My mother, a nurse at the time, was at his bedside when he died. I was born 4 years later, on the same day. I lived in the house with my mother and my younger sister, Cookie, upstairs from my grandmother. We didn't know for many years that the room we slept in belonged to our great grandmother, who died in her sleep in the same room.

My family has a history of foreseeing the future in dreams, and feeling and seeing things other people can't. You might call us, hyper-sensitives. It has taken years for me to accept the fact that this is what I am. I have had so many experiences that I don't know where to start but I've learned why they happened; there was an incredible amount of anger and tension in my house. My mother and grandmother did not get along at all....they would go for months without speaking. My mother was an alcoholic and suffered from depression. My grandmother was sick with diabetes and high blood pressure, and she survived breast cancer. 

At age four, I saw something white float across the hallway; it looked exactly like the spirit that floated down the stairs in the movie "Poltergeist." I told my mother, and she believed me but she didn't try to investigate what I saw. I wasn't frightened by it either; I was more fascinated than anything else. 

Things continued to happen all through my childhood, but the worst places in the house were the attic and the basement. The washing machine was in the basement, and whenever I was done with the laundry, I always felt the need to run out of there, like something was behind me about to get me. And I'd slam the door and lock it. The vibe in that room was very uncomfortable and most evil. The attic always seemed as tight as a tomb; even with the windows open, there didn't seem to be any air flowing there. All there seemed to be was residual tension with all the relics of my mother's unhappy past; her wedding gown, her shoes, my cousin's uniform and boots from when he returned from Viet Nam....Cookie and I loved to play in the wedding gown, but it always seemed to break my mom's heart just a little when she saw us in it.

As I got older, more started to happen. I heard dishes being banged around in the kitchen as I tried to sleep. About the same time every night, my mom and I heard banging on the walls in the living room. I was taught about the Bible and how God would protect you from these kinds of things if you prayed, but most of the time I was too paralyzed with fear to remember when these things would happen. The scariest thing that happened was when I heard heavy footsteps coming down on the attic stairs, down the hall, towards our room. I was so terrified I ran down to my grandmother and told her someone was in the attic coming to get us, and I had left Cookie upstairs. Cookie slept like a rock, she never heard a thing! But Grandma, up in age now, went with me all the way upstairs with her flashlight and a fireplace poker, and banged on the walls of the staircases, yelling at whatever was bothering me to come out. It was deadly silent, but just being with Grandma made me feel safe. We checked on Cookie and she was okay. I could feel that whatever was there was gone. She drank a hot cup of tea with me, and then she gave me her Bible and told me to sleep with it under my pillow that night. Whatever it was making all that racket that night didn't come back again. 

Three months after I turned 18, my grandmother passed away. I saw her sitting in the living room like I had my whole life one day, only to realize that she was already gone. It all made me wonder if all the things that I'd seen and felt in that house was all just my mind playing tricks on me. No....it's all just sound proof to me that there is something that goes on after we pass this life. I was with both my mother and my grandmother when they took their last breath 21 years apart, at the same time of day. Nothing is a coincidence to me....part of the reason why I was put on this earth was to see them through. 

I don't experience much anymore, but I still feel things when people talk to me or if I go into a place I've never been, if I see a picture, and I still have prophetic dreams. I'm also thankful that my mom and grandmother didn't dismiss me when I told them I saw or felt things....I'm so glad they believed me. People need to open their minds more; children are so open to these kinds of things happening to them, and they can feel so desperately alone when they don't have their parents' support. 

So, that's my two cents. Thanks for listening!!

"Art never dies. Energy never dies. Love never dies." - Amerie

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