A True Story About Ghosts In The Dominican Republic

/ / A True Story About Ghosts In The Dominican Republic

This is another of the topics that come from my heart to write, it is enough for two or three people to read it someday.

It seems to be an extremely interesting topic, since I was a child, I had heard a lot of stories about supernatural events in the Dominican Republic.

From a bride dressed in white appearing on the Malecon, the devil appearing in a nightclub to dance, a haunted house on the Duarte highway.

All those stories I heard over and over again, but I was always a person too skeptical to believe nonsense and repeated stories.

Only 1 real story, lived by myself, has made me wonder if ghosts really exist in the Dominican Republic.

What I am about to tell you happened in the late 1990s, in a city north of Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic.

Everything I am about to describe, really happened, it is not a story, it was not a dream either, it all started on December 31st, on New Year’s Eve…

The appearance of the man in an old suit in Villa Mella

Villa Mella is a city located north of Santo Domingo, a place with a strong African culture.

In my family, there was a tradition of visiting Villa Mella every December 31, to spend the end of the year in a family reunion at my grandfather’s house.

My grandfather’s house was not very big, it had a large terrace in front, and on both sides, it had alleys that led to a dark backyard planted with different plants.

I remember that one December 31st when I was a child, we were in the street waiting for the end of the year celebration.

While my cousins and I were in the street on the other side of the house playing with fireworks, I noticed a man coming out of the alley on the right side of the house.

It was just before midnight, and everyone was out on the street celebrating, but apparently, only I could see the man.

I stared at the man because I immediately noticed several things that didn’t fit:

  • The man was wearing very old clothes, he had a hat on and a dress suit. (nothing similar to how people dressed in the 90s).
  • His body was glowing, at first, I thought it was a reflection of the fireworks, but no, the man’s body seemed to emit light, for real.
  • He was walking as if in slow motion, I don’t know how else to describe it, but that man, as he walked out of the alley, I noticed that he was moving as if he was walking in outer space.

If I had to describe the man I saw, I would say he looked similar to Michael Jackson in the video “Smooth Criminal” (no kidding).

I realized that my cousins could not see him, I also realized that the man sensed that I was looking at him, but he was not able to look directly at me, he just lowered his head, stopped, and immediately went back to the alley.

But the most shocking thing was about to happen after the man entered the alley, I asked my cousins “did you see that man?”, they only answered “no”, they thought I was joking.

Suddenly, I heard screams coming from inside the house, and I saw how the whole family ran inside, my cousins and I ran to see what was going on.

As we approached the bedroom, I saw my grandmother being held down, she was having some kind of nervous breakdown while screaming, I had seen that before at funerals and wakes.

Her arms were spread out and her whole body was tense, my aunt, who apparently was the only one who knew what was going on, was giving instructions to the others on what to do.

My grandmother had her fists clenched very tightly, my aunt was telling my uncles not to let her clench her fists.

I saw how my uncles, being big and strong men, struggled to keep my little grandmother’s fists open, that’s when I realized that something was wrong.

I looked at my grandmother and noticed that she was staring at me, her mouth was open as if she was trying to tell me something, but she couldn’t speak.

I immediately thought that what was happening to my grandmother had something to do with “the shiny man in the hat” that I had seen in the alley a few moments ago.

My aunt, clearly knowing what was going on, gave my grandmother a whiff of a strong substance (I think it was bay rum), while telling us to “stay away from the door”, as if something was about to come out.

My aunt kept calling my grandmother by her name repeatedly, which gave me to understand that the person who was looking at me at that moment was not my grandmother.

My grandmother was not fainting or anything like that, her laser-like gaze was fixed on me, with wild eyes.

Momentarily, my grandmother’s face returned to normal, and she was as if nothing had happened.

The strangest thing of all is that I never felt afraid, I even slept in that same bedroom that night, I was quite cowardly as a child, but that night I felt absolutely no fear at all.

After that, I didn’t feel anything strange in the house, if there was anything or anyone, they were definitely gone.

Well, that’s it, I always wanted to get this story off my chest and tell it to someone, if you got to read up to this point, it’s because you found it interesting, if you ever had a similar experience, please leave me a message or comment about it.

 

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