Ghost Children From Texas City Explosion

Let me preface my story by telling you that I live in a town right on the Galveston Bay in South Texas. It's a quiet town where you would never guess that anything dark had ever happened. Never the less, in 1947 a ship named the Grandcamp exploded at the pier and ignited one of the largest tragedies in the United States. In all, 576 people were killed and the southern part of the town was almost vaporized. The destruction runs to within half of a mile of my 1920 bungalow, which I bought in 2010. I didn't know at the time, but there are frequently echoes of the people who lived here in 1947.

One night when we were in bed, my husband was awoken at 4:30 AM by the sounds of two little girls playing with what sounded like a ball and jacks. He listened for a minute as they giggled and played by the bedroom door. He said they sounded somewhere between 6 and 8 years old. He was fully awake and facing our bedroom windows. There was enough light that he was seeing the false dawn along with a slight glow behind him. I was on the side of the bed closest to the door and asleep.

After a moment or two, the oldest girl said "Watch this!" to the other child. She called out "Mama, mama" which any mother knows will roust you out of the deepest sleep. I immediately sat up and panicked saying "What? What? Are you okay?" and they giggled to see that I responded. My husband silently grabbed my arm and pointed to the foot of the bed. There was a patch of doorway that looked lighter and wavy to me and I could hear a little whisper, but couldn't make out what was being said.

I looked at him, he looked at me wide-eyed and we both decided to be massive chickens and to lie down again and pretend that it never happened. This was a little creepy and we weren't sure how to deal with ghost children. Everything was quiet for about ten minutes and I started drifting back off to sleep. My husband settled back down with his back to the door and started to doze off again.

We heard the little game start up again and a silvery glow was at the foot of the bed. I watched as it came around to my husband's side of the bed. He was lying on his side and the little glow moved to where his pillow was. I was too afraid to move or say anything. He had his eyes squeezed shut - I don't blame him. As I watched, it looked as if two little hands pressed down on the bed right next to his face and the glow hovered closer and closer to his face. I'm not sure who screamed first but we both did. There was a tinkling little laugh. It wasn't mean. It reminded me of small children who are checking to see if they can wake you up to play with them. As we grabbed each other, thoroughly shaken, the little glow slipped right through the wall and vanished.

I don't mind that the little girls and others come through once in a while, but it can surprise and shake you. We have a few stories and if anyone is interested, I'd be happy to share them with you.