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Ghost Stories at My Aunt's House


My grandmother and I both went down to visit my aunt's. Before departure, I mentioned to my grandmother that maybe we'd see a ghost! I'm not so sure how my grandmother feels about the existence of ghosts, but she does not like to talk about them.

That evening, I had a big slice of chocolate cake, and we all watched some Celebrity Ghost Stories and Dead Files by the fire. As it was time for bed, one of their cats followed me until I tucked myself in. What a lovely host, that cat was! The rain outside beat down on the roof with thunder in the distance. I was sleeping in the "haunted room" yet again, but I slept like the dead this time. It was cold, so I slept with socks on. When I woke up, a sock was missing! I looked under the covers, but I was unable to locate it. My cousin finally found it all the way under the bed. My uncle half-joked that it was "the girls" that took my sock. The girls to whom he was referring are the ghosts who are said to haunt the home. (I frequently lose socks during my sleep, so I wasn't too perturbed.)
from The Woman in Black

I've heard a couple different stories out of that house. I'm not a historian, so these accounts may not be completely accurate. The first tale is concerning a fire. There were two girls living in the house at the time who tragically perished. When my relatives moved into the home, my cousin was very young. She decided to draw a picture of their new home...with flames coming out the windows. They've since reported hearing running and giggling, having hair pulled, and having some of their doors opening and closing. They say they've even seen the ghosts at times. There's another story about a young lady who suffered from epilepsy. The lady was taking a bath when she had a seizure and tragically drowned. These three girls, they say, still walk the halls of that house, spying on (and sometimes touching) visitors.

Upon waking, we all had pork tenderloin biscuits. My grandmother was somewhat quiet throughout the morning. We talked a little bit later about the previous night, and she mentioned seeing a little girl and a lady standing in her doorway. She was able to look at them, but they seemed to fade away. My grandmother kept trying to talk herself out of what she had seen. She said she since was able to go back to sleep, so it clearly was not a ghost. Then she said it was the patterned wallpaper that she mistook for "the girls." Whatever it was that she saw, we will never know. Regardless, I believe my grandmother is afraid of the possibility of ghosts.

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  1. How fascinating! I think I would be too scared to live in a haunted house, but it would probably depend on whether they were friendly ghosts or nasty ones. I don't think I'd mind friendly ones.

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    1. Friendly or not, it must still be unnerving to know something else is watching.

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  2. If I was your grandma, I'd have been pretty creeped out, too. And I agree with you, it wouldn't matter if they were friendly or not - still creepy. :o)

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  3. P.S. I showed the spouse the picture of your aunt's house and he said, “Is that for sale?” LOL!

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    1. It's a beautiful house, but I don't know if they'll ever sell. They'll probably end up haunting the house themselves one day!

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