Supernatural Realm

When I was ten years old my mom and her second husband, Terry, purchased a house on East 5th Avenue in Bristow, Oklahoma.  It was a modest house - three bedrooms (one of them very small), two bathrooms, and right at about 1500 square feet.  The sellers were an elderly couple who agreed to finance the house for us and the payments would just go directly to them.  It wasn't a bad purchase for $27,000 in 1993.  However, the lady of the couple did not disclose that it had been her mother's house and that she had passed on shortly before we moved in.  

It was a nice spring night when I was 13 years old when I first saw her, and when I say I "saw" her I mean she wasn't just smoke and mirrors.  I was brushing my teeth since it was a school night, and I leaned down to spit my toothpaste out.  As I looked back up and into the mirror, there she was.  She was sitting on the side of the ugly pink bathtub, and she was wearing a lighter blue nightgown with white daisies on it.  Her silver hair was pulled back into a bun, and she looked tired and almost sad.  She made eye contact with me, but when I turned around she was not there.  It made the little hairs on my arms stand on end.  As I looked around asking myself if I had actually just seen that, I smelled it - a sweet smell of perfume, and was almost certain it was White Diamonds.

That was not the end of seeing her around the house, either.  A couple years later while I was lying in my bed watching TV (my bedroom was a previous sun porch and connected to the rest of the house through the kitchen) when I saw something move in the dark kitchen.  It was the bottom half of Mrs. Kastendieck, and her top half was mostly in the shadow.

The third time I experienced her was just before I moved out.  I had stayed in the house through college and in early 2007 was planning to make my move to Oklahoma City.  I fell asleep one night when it was due to be cold.  The entire north wall of my bedroom was a solid row of windows, and the westmost window was always difficult to lower without getting out of bed and standing up to coax it closed.  That night it slammed, and then I smelled that same perfume.  I think she was protecting me from becoming sick from the cold damp night.

When I was a small boy - probably around five or six years of age - we lived out in the country and I had just started school, so I was getting used to going to bed before it was fully dark outside.  Because of this sometimes I would toss and turn for two or three hours before actually falling asleep.  One particular night I kept hearing giggling in the dark, but alas each time I turned to look around the room there was nothing.  

As I climbed back into bed I was certain that I had just seen something move out of the corner of my eye.  I slowly turned my head to the right, and just beside the door frame I saw half of a head peeking around the door at me.  As the head slowly became more visible I noticed that another face was leaning in above the first.  They were nothing more than what could be best described as gray clouds.  They never threatened me.

I later learned that these child spirits are called Little People by some Native American tribes, and supposedly they can only be seen by other children.  If you have keys go missing, then you may have Little People.

I didn't experience anything in my first home on my own until a couple years in.  I purchased the house in 2007 as my first house and it was located in Oklahoma City in the Lyons Park neighborhood near Will Rogers Park.  It was just a little two bedroom one bathroom affair, and they were undoubtedly thrown up as starter homes after World War II.  I didn't know much about the history of the house, so once night after I had returned home from the bars I had the first experience with Phantom Hands.

As I was making my way up the stairs to my loft bedroom I began to feel a slight dizziness.  After pausing for a moment I felt two hands - one on either side of my back - and they were PUSHING me up the stairs.  I felt as if I completely stopped trying to move that they would still propel me.  It was the strangest experience ever, but I chalked it up to being drunk and therefore dismissed it.

Around 2016 I felt them again, except this time I was stone sober and simply got dizzy on the stairs after a long day working outside.  Same as last time they propelled me up the stairs as a lifeline.

By the time 2019 rolled around and just before the SARS-Cov-2 pandemic began I had started looking at other houses around the area with my partner.  One night as I was going up to bed I passed my the door to my home office - which was at the end of the stairs - and out of the corner of my eyes I saw a male figure standing beside my desk.  HE WAS SO TALL - maybe 6'6" or so.  I calmly continued up the stairs as if I hadn't seen him.

Fast forward to earlier this year (2025) and I had began to dig a little into the house's past as I'm currently renting it out and the current tenant mentioned something about a ghost.  What I found was a little unnerving.  I found a deed transfer on the county assessor's web site that had a copy of a death certificate for who must have been the 2nd owner.  He was a former owner of a franchised Del Rancho restaurant at 9th and Virginia in 1971, and by 1976 his cause of death was listed as suicide.  The house was deeded to his wife and then later sold.  I have no doubt that the phantom hands and the man I saw were both the past owner.

In late 2024 I had returned home to the new home I purchased in 2021 with my partner.  I was the only one there.  Both dogs were busy eating and I had not yet turned on the television or music.  As I was emptying my coffee thermos in the sink I heard words that rang through as clear as a bell:

"BEWARE THE MAN WITH ONE EYE!  He's responsible for this, he did this to me."  

It was the voice of a juvenile - maybe between the age of 14 and 20.  I froze in place because it scared the hell out of me.  I had never heard a phantom voice before, and this was very unnerving.  Right after this I turned on the TV (I hadn't planned to have it on) and a news program was airing about a high school boy down in south Oklahoma who had been found naked and dead on the side of a highway in the early morning hours of the past Labor Day weekend the summer prior.  It was the first I had heard of this case and my mind began putting it together - what if the voice belonged to that boy?

I started digging into details of the case and reading family accounts of that night, and of course that led me to Facebook.  I saw a name mentioned in a comment, and naturally I searched the name.  Before I knew it I was staring at a picture of the couple who owned the house where the boy (Noah) had been partying all weekend, and the man in the photograph was wearing a hat that had in big bold font: "YETI".  

YETI.  One "I".  Not "one eye".  I'm still stumped to this day.  The man with One I was the owner of the house and parent of a girl who this boy had flirted with the same weekend. There were dozens of people everywhere all weekend, and yet nobody knows how he got to the place where his body was found.  He had a fractured skull, many of his teeth had been knocked out of his head and were scattered on the ground around him, and his entire body was bruised and battered. 

Was Noah trying to reach out and give me a message?  As of writing this the case still has not been solved.  I can only hope that justice is served and the true guilty party is brought to justice.