Nothing is ever haunted u dumb fools…DANG

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I read about the Alamo. I think it would be haunted.
Alot of people tell me that ghost are not real. But i think they are.Ghost are like their souls.But some ghost are mean because the person who died,has been bad and the devil goes into their soul and they become a real bad ghost. I lived in a haunted house before! It was pretty dang scary. Everynight i would hear sounds and everytime i would clean, everytrash i would pick up would fly back down on the floor.It Was Scary!

Ghost are like their souls.But some ghost are mean because the person who died,has been bad and the devil goes into their soul and they become a real bad ghost. I lived in a haunted house before! It was pretty dang scary. Everynight i would hear sounds and everytime i would clean, everytrash i would pick up would fly back down on the floor.It Was Scary!

I do belive the Alamo is haunted. Me and my cousin Blake went around the area around 11:00 PM because we were taking a long walk trying to figure out a way to beat a stupid video game and we ended up seeing a tall pale white man in a Texan war suit. We looked puzzeled at him and my cousin faintly laughed at the way he was dressed. I nudged him ever so lightly and we decided to have a smal conversation with the man.

“Hello, how are you sir?” I asked

The man didn’t answer

“Hey! Listen to us! We’re trying to be friendly!” My cousin yelled.

Still no answer

“It’s as if he doesn’t even know we’re here” I told my cousin quietly

We heard my cousin’s mom shouting to come inside so we turned our heads and waved. When we looked back the man was gone. We didn’t hear any footsteps leaveing and so we both started looking around the area but no man. We quickly relized about the Alamo and that every soldier there was killed by the Mexican. So we ran off back to the house crying our eyes out from being scared. What? We were little!

hi all, i have been to the Alamo and tho I didnt see anyhting,. I did feel avery solem{is that how that is spelled?} feling that seemd to prevade thourhout the place.

I have gone to the Alamo, and although I didn’t see any ghosts the first time I did see something the second time. My family and I were traveling down the street walking to a wax museum which is across the street from it, while we were walking I looked over to the Alamo and saw a figure on top of the Alamo.

i have been to the alamo a few times and every time i go i always have a weird feeling of someone watching me and i think i saw something in the bars of a window. I am to scared to go inside anymore.

For the record, ALMOST every last single one of you needs to stop typing/posting on websites until you figure out how to properly utilize the English language to include spelling, grammmar and syntax. It is really embarrassing to see this many people unable to communicate clearly with one another via message boards.

Secondly, the Alamo may just in fact be haunted by ghosts or spirits of the deceased if you will. I was born and raised in Texas and have been to the Alamo several times when I was younger. I never had any sort of “experience” while there but that isn’t to say it doesn’t happen. Studies have been conducted on the site and to help clarify some of the previous disagreements on the subject…the Alamo was never in fact completely destroyed. It was in fact damaged severely prior to March of 1836 but repairs were in fact made as were latter repairs, years down the road, caused by the natural course of nature. Also, David Crockett in fact did NOT wear a coonskin hat or buckskin tunic or any of that trussed-up Hollywood costume garbage that one sees in movies, he also did NOT carry a large knife on his person. One of you mentioned seeing his “ghost” with a large knife in his pocket…there stands a very good chance that you are confusing him with Colonel James Bowie (commander of the Texan Volunteer Army at the Alamo, Lt Col William Barrett Travis was the commander of the Texas Army regulars) and you are either just confused or you are a terrible liar. That also goes for those of you who claim to have been out walking around the Alamo as if it sits across the street from you in your neighborhood. The Alamo is located in downtown San Antonio, surrounded by office buildings and businesses, so you might want to edit your stories somewhat. And yes, the Alamo was not just the actual chapel itself. The Alamo was the entire compound within a walled perimeter (which does not exist wholly intact today) and included several other buildings to go along with the chapel.

Now, I am done and will gladly climb off my soap box. However, some of you youngsters and you older, immature adults who should know better, need to read the guidelines for posting on this site before you blight the appearance of this website. Try to keep it clean if you will please. No one wants to hear the filth and dirtiness of your mouths. Thank you.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am being as honest with you as I can possibly be. I am a 54 year old grandmother who was born in Jacksonville, Texas, and grew up in Tyler, Texas, which is East Texas and lies between Dallas and Shreveport. When I was a very small child, approximately 5 years old, my father and grandmother took me to San Antonio to see the Alamo. This was probably the year of 1958. Mind you, I had never heard of the Alamo, and since I wasn’t school age, I had no clue about the battle that had taken place there. And I had never learned to read. I was just a little red haired freckled faced kid that knew that we were going there, and I just thought it was a place where tourists go, for whatever reason. As we walked across the manicured green grass lawn to the the big limestone building, I got a strange sense of “Deja Vu.” I looked up at my Daddy and said “This is where they shot the cannon balls at us.” He said “What? Who shot the cannonballs at you?” I told him Santa Anna and his army. I wasn’t frightened at all. As we walked through the big doors, I looked around at the high ceilings and smelled the smells there and saw the rifles hanging on the wall, the replica of the Bowie Knife under the glass case, and Davy Crockett’s coon skin hat, as well as many other artifacts and uniforms and such that as I recall were there. I started naming names. I started talking about Sam Houston and others. I said “Look Daddy, there is a knife like Jim Bowie’s and there is Davy Crockett’s coon skin cap!” as we walked through the big room and viewed all the things in the “museum.” As I walked around the big room, I looked at my grandma and my father and I stood there and cold chills shot through my body as I said, “I’ve been here before.” It scared my Daddy so bad that he told me to shut up. And I could hear him and my grandma whispering about what had just happened. It hurt my feelings, and I cried. I thought he was saying that I was lying. I Knew I wasn’t lying. And as we walked out into the courtyard, there was a small gift shop. I remember thinking how upset it made me. And I couldn’t help but blurt out “That ain’t supposed to be there.” “Why on earth would they put that there?” And as we walked around, I just soaked it all up like a little sponge. I remember feeling feelings of familiarity, sadness, even anger, all going through my body. We went home that night and my father told my mother what had happened and she was just in awe of it all. It scared her and she said “Well, that’s really strange.” As I got older and we later studied about my Texas heritage, the incident just kinda faded. I wasn’t really that interested in the history and the battle that took place there. I was a girl and I was in Junior High and I had my girlfriends and I was just starting to discover boys, so I kinda had other “fish to fry.” One incident that made my mother’s hair stand on end, was when I was having trouble with this girl who wanted to fight me. I was in the 9th grade. I was a sweet Christian girl, who had never been in a fight, other than with my sister, nor was I one to cause trouble. My parents were very strict, and that just wasn’t acceptable. This one girl who just kept on aggravating me and trying to stir up trouble was starting to really make me angry. One day, after her constant troublemaking, I just stood there and picked up a stick. I drew a line in the sand and I remember saying “Step across the line, and there’s gonna be trouble!” She did, and I had taken all I was gonna take. I remember wallowing around on the ground with her and just pulling her hair and she bit me and I bit her back. I got into some major trouble and got several licks by the principal’s board and a few chosen licks from my Daddy’s belt when I got home. I had never used that comment before (step across the line). I didn’t know where it came from. I also had Claustrophobia. I didn’t like the thought of tight places. I would use the phrase “I don’t like to be hemmed in here.” My father was a fireman. He would come home tired and sad and tell my Mother about how he had pulled some bodies off some mattress springs that had burned and all that was left was charred bodies and bones. I remember hearing that and thinking, “Oh God, I don’t want to EVER be in a fire and be burned.” It also to this day, just does me in when I hear how someone got cremated. I have told my kids to Never cremate my body, that I want to be buried. Even the thought of being buried just does me in. I have often prayed that the Lord would come back and take me to heaven during the resurection so that I wouldn’t have to be buried. Life has gone on, and nothing else eventful happened until a few years ago, when I was about 47. I kept having this repetative dream in which I was a little schoolboy and in my dream I looked around and I could see a room with several little twin beds with white cotton sheets on them. I knew that one belonged to me. Then I would walk into another adjoining room and I would go to school and I remember dipping this feather quilled pen into an inkwell. I remember a woman who was teaching me and my friends calling me “Billy.” I looked down and I had little blue-gray pants on, that were short pants, with buttons at the knee. In my dreams, I was always so sad and the dream would always end with me crying and I would have that “Startle reflex” like you are falling and then your body jerks, kind of like little babies do in their sleep. Anyway, one night, after just dreaming this dream, I was awake and I prayed, “Lord, I don’t want to dream this anymore. Why is this happening to me?”
I was starting to be open to the possibility that maybe I was reincarnated. I felt so weary in that moment and I fell back into a deep sleep. I dreamed that I walked back into the Alamo as an adult and I stood there, all alone. I looked around and asked God again, “Please tell me, Who was I?” I remember looking down at a large pink granite tombstone and it read, “WILLIAM BARRET TRAVIS.” As I stood there, I weeped. I knew right then and there, knew that it had been revealed to me.” All of a sudden, my body was being sucked down into that tombstone, which was like a flat footstone. And I woke up in my bed. I was in shock, but relieved, like the whole mystery was solved and that the torment was finally over. In school, I know we probably studied about this man, but I really don’t even recall it. I actually remember studying more about Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie. After this happened, I told my mother and she is Amazed and Totally believes me, cause she knows I wouldn’t lie. She feels like I have “Been around” before. She says it’s just too big of a coincidence, (all of the events that have taken place.) I now live in Northern Idaho. I moved when I was in my early twenties and when I was 25, I remember telling my husband, “I just know that I won’t live to be 26!” I experienced real anxiety when it was close to my 26th birthday and just knew I was gonna die. My birthday came and went and I didn’t know why I felt that way. When I was 47, after the reveal, I went to the library and went online and read everything I could get my hands on about Col. William Barret Travis. I read with so much interest his biography and his famous “letter.” So much of his biography was just “Greek” to me, as I didn’t really have any recallections about his life. But several things hit me like a TON OF BRICKS! Like the fact that he loved the gemstone “Tiger Eye,” which is one of my favorite stones. When I was in my early 20s, I asked my husband at a gemshop in Texas one day to buy me this pendant. It was “Tiger Eye.” I was just so drawn to it and I have since lost it. But I have an antique Tiger Eye ring my mother gave me. I love it. Also, I read that he was only 26 when he died. Boy, did cold chills hit me then! I never thought I’d make it that far. And I guess one of the things besides the revealing dream that I believe God gave me, is my Undying Love for my state of Texas. I have Texas pride that cannot be explained. Yes, I moved to Idaho many years ago, when our friends from Longview, Texas had previously moved up here and we visited them, so my husband could go big game hunting for elk and bear.
Ever since I have moved from Texas, I have just grieved for Texas. I miss my family of course, most of all, but as much as I love them, there is my Undying love of Texas. Now that I am grown, I would Love to go back to the Alamo and just “take it all in,” again. I have seen movies about the Alamo and I watch them, just hoping that it will “Spark” a memory for me. Some things do come back to me, like him “Drawing the line in the sand.” And I found it kinda strange, when I wanted to name my first born son “Travis”, but my husband’s cousin had already named his son Travis. I was so disappointed when my husband said that he didn’t want to anymore. And I have Always loved “Aunt Jemima Syrup.” I am a woodworker and I even made some Aunt Jemima’s with the little scarves on top of their heads. I am so drawn to these things. Guess what? William Barret Travis’s mother’s name was “Jemima.” Also, I find it ironic that my grandfather’s name is Charles and my Dad’s name is Edward. Charles Edward was William’s first child’s name. I thought that was too, ironic. I know that all this seems so strange, since I am a woman. And I am a mother and grandmother. But I have seen programs about reincarnation and many times we die one sex and come back another sex when we are born into the world again. I am not trying to influence anyone about my beliefs. I form my own beliefs and I expect Yall to do the same. But I guess quite possibly one of the most ironic things is how much I love any kind of Muzzleloader. I love loading the powder down the barrel with the ball and then seating the ball down into the rifle barrel with the greased patch. Not bragging, but I can out-shoot many of the men here in Idaho. I also have a love of guns. And every single time I go back to Texas I want to bring home every souviner I can get my hands on, especially ones with the state of Texas or the Texas flag. My refrigerator is just covered in Texas magnets. The other day, when I wanted to hang my new Texas flag up outside for 4th of July, my husband stated that the Idahoans might not like it. I looked him right in the eye and said “YOU TRAITOR!” “How can you feel that way?” When he told me to calm down, I almost felt hate for him. How on earth could Anybody not love a Texas flag? I am VERY defensive of Texas and I Always will be. Coincidence? You Decide. I am not here to get attention. I am just telling you my experiences. Now you know why my Mama calls me “William B.” I Will go back to the Alamo someday, if the Good Lord’s willing and the creek don’t rise!
Rita (Lynch) Barron

P.S. If Anyone wants to contact me, my e-mail address is Bit29@Yahoo.com

i so think the Alamo is haunted;;
i didnt even know it was haunted til like a couple weeks ago…. which would explain the odd feeling i had when i went to the Alamo.
I live in Michigan and my aunt,uncle, & cousin live in Texas.
so we’ve gone like 3 or 4 times there.
Last time i went was for christmas and new years for 2007.
we went to san antonio[[the alamo]]
AND i SWEAR! i felt someone whisper in my ear saying” step a little closer or go home”
no1 was around and no1 was behind me. and a stick flew RIGHT PAST MY FACE. it wasnt windy at all until after i heard this whisper. it was like a moment of wind. ill probably go again with like a tape recorded and like a camera.

First of all.. do people not know that ghost don’t appear to everyone??? do they not know that just because a place is haunted doesn’t mean they and everyone that visits is going to encounter anything??? come on people just because you did not see anything do not assume it is not haunted. Get your head out of your ***!

this haunted house is very cool !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! chek it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

I am a Texas native and have been to the Alamo several times. I believe in ghosts but have never had a ghostly experience at the Alamo at anytime that I have been there. I did feel a solemnity and a deep sadness that permeates the entire place. I have been there when the Alamo was full of tourists and also when the Alamo was nearly empty. I would be surprised to learn that given the historical facts behind the Alamo that it would not be haunted. Those men died horribly fighting for something they believed in..

bull ****…:D

well, I’ve been there once, expecteing to see a soldier walking around than suddenly vanishing, but i saw nothing….i was very disappionted…but i did have vibes….i felt like something was watching me…….

Listen to all the people out there, talking about how the Alamo isn’t haunted. They only say things because they don’t know the truth, it’s easy to make a lie then telling a true story, to those people who talk about the ghost they seen and the true stories I believe that these men put up a battle only to save their land and they are still here today doing the same.

I’ve been to the Alamo several times during my childhood and adult life. My first time there, I walked through those large wooden doors and froze. Yes, you can feel the solemnity of the atmosphere but to those who can feel a bit more than others, there’s something else there on the grounds. It’s ancient and angry. It creeped me out my first time and I went into hysterics. I wanted out. I didn’t want to be watched anymore. My parents called me names and said I was an embarrassment. However, this continued to happen each time I’ve gone to pay my respects. The last time I went was after I got married. My spouse had never been and wanted to sample Texas history. There’s a new gift shop there within the grounds and theoretically, ghosts or whatnot should not be sensed in a ‘new’ building one would think. No, that presence had saturated that building too. My spouse commented I looked like I was about to faint while I was there. It was strong, very overpowering. I talked to several people, and they’ve sensed the exact same thing. Near as I can tell, I believe that whatever is there was there before the Mission itself was constructed. Warning to you all – don’t go in looking for ghosts, just respect those who gave their lives for freedom. However, if you’re sensitive at all…you may want to avoid it.

Wasn’t this place used by the Catholic Spanish Missionaries to convert the Native Americans to Catholism.

Daniel Boone died at the battle, because someone shot him. And the Alamo was used as a prison as well, right.