San Antonio is home to some truly epic ghost stories. From numerous accounts of spooky apparitions at the Alamo and Woman Hollering Creek, it’s no surprise that San Antonio tops the ‘most haunted’ list of spooky cities around the US. We’re celebrating Friday the 13th and Halloween by sharing ghost stories we collected from Uber driver-partners in San Antonio.
Read on (if you dare)…
Laura
This experience happens in April of 2014. My son’s high school decided on a new venue for prom—La Cantera Hillcountry Resort. It was a perfect venue with its beautiful architecture and amazing city views. The kids were all excited to go. My son had decided to meet up with friends and have a great time enjoying the last official high school social with all his friends. He said as he entered the building he could feel the shift in energy and noticed the room held a sense of heaviness. He said he shook it off as soon as he saw his friends. Just a note about my son, he’s a bit sensitive to people and places. He’s experienced things all of his life but mostly keeps them at a distance. This evening was no different. As the night wore on, he decided to snap some pictures of the dance with his cell phone. He said there was one particular area he kept being drawn to, but avoided it throughout the evening. However, once his friends started dancing there, he started taking pictures. He said he could feel something, but tried, again and again, to ignore “him”. He said he knew he was there. When I asked, “Who’s ‘him’?” He said, “Look at the pictures… he followed me all night.”
Jessi
I recently got out of the Navy and started driving with Uber. For the first couple weeks, I stuck to hanging out around the base, trying to catch other service members who needed a ride. One Friday, as I was waiting for a rider, someone got into my car and asked if I could get him to Fort Hood in a couple of hours. I told him that would be no problem, and we started the trip. A couple of minutes into the ride he asked if I could pull over so he could use the restroom. I pulled into a gas station right off the freeway. I was sitting in the car waiting for him to come back for about 10 minutes when the gas station attendant started locking up. I told him that my passenger was still inside and that he was using the restroom. The gas station clerk then told me that he had been getting ready to close the shop when he saw me pull in and when no one got out of the car and I was still just sitting there, he decided that he wasn’t going to wait any longer. I insisted that this guy was inside so he went in and checked, and didn’t find anyone. He even called his manager to get permission to go over the security tape. What he showed me gives me goosebumps to this day. I pulled in, no one ever got out of my car and no one went inside. All I know about the guy was that his name was Mikey, he was 19 years old, and had been in the Navy for 2 years. His wife Marisa was waiting for him in New York where he bought a house. It still scares me to this day.
Manuel
San Antonio, the city of saints and souls. One night as I went for a pickup, I was waiting for a rider named John, but a woman came to my window and told me that John would be out soon. She didn’t get in and I was looking at the app and didn’t notice her after she told me John was on his way. Soon after, John got in the car and said, “Let’s go.” When I asked him if his wife was coming along, he looked at me strangely and said, “My wife is dead.” I described the woman who had talked to me, and he acknowledged that my description matched his wife. Needless to say, I could not sleep that night.
Henry
5 years ago, I was staying at an old historical bed and breakfast. I took a couple of selfies in front of the mirror, admiring my weight loss. Later that day, as I was reviewing the photos, I noticed a tall thin dark figure coming out from the curtains, and in each photo I took, it got closer. The last photo it was directly behind my right shoulder. I asked the caretakers about the room and they said in 1928 a boarding male died of alcohol poisoning. I checked out the same day. I’m now wary of dark rooms.
Delia
In 1971 our family went to visit relatives in Mexico City. We had gone swimming nearby and had a terrible auto accident where we got caught in a mudslide. Everyone got out by the skin of their teeth when a black car came out of nowhere. A man and two little boys drove the women home and were very silent on the drive. The car was cold inside. When we got home people asked how we got there. We told them. The bystanders got wide-eyed and pale and told us that those nice people we described had died last week at the same spot where our car was buried in the mud.
If you’re looking for more scary stories, check out what other driver-partners and riders have experienced in notoriously haunted cities around the US.
