Ghost Lady In An Old Virgina Farmhouse
August 26, 2008
I grew up in a farmhouse built in 1852. Many times as a child, I heard footsteps when no one was there. I grew up with this, so it seemed almost normal. As I got older it wasn’t just footsteps. Things would be moved about in rooms where no people or animals had been. Doors would shut. My cats would stare into nothing and suddenly run off as though spooked. On more than one occasion I heard my name being called, both softly and quite loudly when I was home alone. Soon I adopted the practice, “if the cats wont go into a room, neither will I.”
This all culminated late one night (or early one morning, I’m not sure of the exact time). My Aunt and I were the only people on the property. I’m sure of this because the dog, the horses and the peacocks always without fail let us know if anyone was on property.
My Aunt had gone to bed many hours earlier and I too needed some sleep. I opened my bedroom window to smoke the last cigarette of the day. I lit my cigarette and proceeded to lean out the window a little so my room didn’t smell bad. For some reason instead of looking out at the stars as I usually did, I looked down at the yard. To my utter shock a woman in white or light colored clothes was staring back up at me. I knew she was looking right at me even though her face was all shadow - I could just feel it.
My first thought was that my Aunt (who suffers from insomnia on occasions) was out for a late stroll. I ran across the hall and opened her door. There my Aunt was, SOUND ASLEEP! I was spooked, but didn’t feel that the lady in white in my yard wished us harm.
I went to go back to look out the window she was gone. I shut the window, and slept on the couch in my Aunts room till the sun came up. I went out into the yard to look under my window, but there was not a single print in that soft red Virginia clay. I supposes the lady had lived on our farm once and loved it so much she never wanted to leave. What do you think?
Sent in by Sarah Butler Phillips, Copyright 2008
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Did you give up smoking after that?? lol
That must have freaked you out big time!! Good story, enjoyed reading it.
I guess you were right. She must have been wondering who was hanging out of her window lol
how did u get to seelp that night
I TO live in a hunted house i wont go be a frade thow cuse i know the purson. but when i sterted to get that filling like some one was right there by me i wuld get so skerd i would go right in my mom and dad’s room and try to sleep but i culd not but AFTER my 13 birthday it stoped i found it kinda werd so i got some of my pics from the past 13 years and looked at them it and stell is a famley member my dads mom
hello nice story loved it !@!@!@!
hey i think that could be true but i liked reading the story, just try givin g up the smoking it could help lol
that was a very nice story. however unlike u i dont think i would be able to sleep that night or any night in that house again lol.
I never thought of using the cat as a canary to warn me not to go into a room.
As for the woman in white with the shadowed face, it seems to me that whoever she was she was meant to be there that night, because you didnt say if she had a menacing vibration. Perhaps it was an Angel, so after the White woman incident did the hauntings stop or weaken or get worse??? Just wish there was more to this story… Good though…
one question….were u smoking the refur? o.0 lol jk but seriously it was probably the old lady.