In Texas, the land stretches wide and low, humming with a heat that never quite burns away the dead. The Alamo still groans under the weight of promises broken in blood, and the Menger Hotel watches over San Antonio’s old streets with empty windows and whispered footsteps. Out in the desert, the Marfa Lights dance just beyond reach, flickering like laughter in the endless dark, daring the curious to chase what they’ll never catch.

In the ruins of Yorktown Memorial Hospital, the walls still remember every cry that was never answered, and Presidio La Bahía keeps its dead close, its stones heavy with the grief of centuries. The prairies hum with old sorrow, and the wind that rolls across the open fields carries the scent of dust, regret, and something older — something that never left.

In Texas, the dead don’t haunt quietly. They linger bold and loud, stitched into the bones of the land itself. Stay long enough, listen deep enough, and you’ll feel them too — pressing against your skin, breathing against your ear, pulling you into a history that never forgives and never forgets.

Ghost Stories and Scary American Folklore from Across the United States