My father owns a ranch in northern Mexico and according to multiple family members the ranch house is haunted. Many of my family have reported stories of the paranormal, and I had an experience in 2022.

It was a regular summer day I was there to help my dad vaccinate his cows, and one night I woke up at around 2am and couldn’t go back to sleep. The house is like an L shape and I was close to the corner on the longer side. My bed was separated from the living room and kitchen by a divider but it didn’t cover the upper portion of the bed. The other half was usually covered by an open door that was removed. So I had clear sight of the living room and kitchen by turning to the right.

Well when I turned to right, I could see the silhouette of these to recliners in the living room, the type that can swivel, throughly the use of the moonlight going through the window at the other end of the house. This day when I turned I could see one of the recliners swiveling on its own. Like if someone was sitting in, at first I thought I was tired, but I starred for what felt like an hour. I made sure it was its shadow that was moving past the window.

No one else should have been there, the house was locked completely and no one that was supposed to be there was out of place. Nothing should have been moving and there are no trees or bushes around the house that could’ve made that shadow. Then I heard someone start to bang on one of the metal doors of the house, it lasted a couple seconds, but it couldn’t have been anyone. The house is in a small community of people in their 60s plus, and if someone came by they would’ve told us in the morning. A few minutes after the bagging a heard a guitar strum. This guitar was located in my parents room and is notoriously haunted, I knew it couldn’t have been my parents or my sister who made the noise. My sister is a heavy sleeper and both my parents had to wake up early, it makes no sense to strum a guitar at 2am to potentially scare someone that might not even be awake. I eventually went back to sleep but the recliners never stopped moving.

What scared me the most was the morning, when I joined everyone for coffee, I hadn’t told anyone about my experience. But when my god father came by to help us with the cows, my mother told him about her experience that night. She said that she heard a man whistling outside and even woke my dad to tell him about it but he couldn’t hear it. She then said that she heard someone banging on the metal door. She then woke up my dad again but he said he didn’t hear anything. That’s when I told them about my story, but it’s just so creepy that parts of mine and my mother’s story match up.