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I was very amused to see this version of our very own ''ghost'' story. Just wanted to add a few more of the details for interested readers. About 15 of so years ago, my husband and I were looking to buy an affordable house. We stumbled upon a ''fixer upper'' and decided the work it needed was worth the asking price. The very first time we entered the house with the owner, we heard a low, loud rumbling noise while browsing through the upstairs. The owners quickly said it was the sound that the gas furnace makes when it kicks on. I had an eerie feeling when she said that because it was as though she was expecting to have to give an excuse to cover up something. My husband asked her point blank if the house was haunted. As she said ''no'' her husband said ''yes''. She then nervously proceeded to give an explanation. One night many years ago, her brother was in town staying for the weekend. He awoke around 4:00 a.m. and glanced from his bed into the hallway. There he saw a vision of a woman walking towards the staircase. She was tying
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her apron strings and then pushed at the bobby pins that were holding the bun in at the nape of her neck. She then turned and walked down the stairs. It was then he noticed the woman was only visible from the waist up. There was nothing but thin air from the waist down. He then rubbed his eyes in disbelief and when he moved his hands from his face,
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the vision of the half woman had vanished. The owner said that the house had been built about 100 years ago by a waterman that was a distant relative of hers. The description of the woman sounded like his wife. She was said to have had very long hair and always wore it in a bun. Her name was Kate. She had probably gotten up at 4:00 a.m every morning to fix breakfast and pack lunch for her husband, Capt. Willie, to take out on the work boat with him. It was not a scary ghost story, so we agreed with the house owner that her brother must have been dreaming and we went on to purchase our ''new old house''. For the first few months, we were constantly ''under construction''. Day in and day out, we worked until almost midnight remodeling our home. One morning, my husband could not find his keys. We checked and rechecked every possible spot. He began to panick because every key to everything he owned was on that keychain and it was going to be awful if he couldn't find them. I walked through the living room one more time and there they
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were---on the edge of the fireplace mantle in plain view. That was the very first place we had checked because he often laid his keys there. It was impossible for them to had been there all along. We had walked by that spot dozens of times and it had been the very first place he had looked. Someone--or something--had put them there. We both knew the keys had turned up as if by magic. We knew it had to have been ''Ms. Kate'' who found the keys for us. At that point, we were so relieved that we didn't care how the keys got there. We didn't speak of the unusual incident because we didn't want to think we were living with a ghost. The ''heater'' noise was a frequent happening that we told ourselves was just a ''heater'' noise, but each time it ''thumped'' in the night, we would just look at each other and say out loud ''furnace'' and dismiss it uncomfortably. Then there was the time my husband had a small job to do in the bathroom. He said that he needed a wedge of some sort to level out a cabinet and decided he needed to fabricate one by hand. He then went out to the old shed to look for something to make one from, and there on the shelf he found exactly what he was envisioning in his mind that he would need. It was an old rusty small piece of metal that he had never seen before. Exactly what he needed to do the job. It was as though someone---or something-- found one for him. This was our second ghostly incident. We were a little unnerved but convinced that since they were ''helpful'' ghosts, we didn't mind sharing the house with them. A few years later, our first child was born. One night, she was unusually fussy and I was at my wits end trying to calm her so we could get some sleep. I awoke startled because I realized she had not cried for a couple of hours. I rushed into her nursery to check on her to see a woman in the rocker gently pushing the baby cradle. As quickly as I had seen her, she vanished. It was as though she had never been there, but I know what I saw. She was comforting my daughter so we could sleep. Once again, the ''friendly'' ghost was helping us out. A short time later, we decided to sell the house to move into a larger home. We took pictures for the advertisements. When we got the pictures developed, there was a faint red spot in the window of the nursery in one of the pictures. Had we not felt we had been sharing our home with ''ghosts'' we may had dismissed the image as a reflection of some sort. But we immediately knew what it was. It was a face. There was no one in the house when we were taking the pictures. We now live on the next road. The house has had several different owners since we sold it. We have never talked to anyone who had lived in it after us, but for some odd reason, no family stayed there very long. The current owners bought it as an investment and are ''remodeling'' to sell it. No one is living in it now. We sometimes drive by and just look at it. We have told these stories to our children many times. On Halloween, we always peek in the windows when we are trick-or-treating in hopes to see a ''ghost''. The kids dare each other to peek in the dark windows. They have never seen anything ''ghostly'' and are skeptical when we tell our stories. We toured the house recently when we were going for a family walk. The current owner was there working on the house and graciously allowed us to take our children through it since we had lived in it many years ago. We explained to them each spot we had our ''encounters''. The new owner was amused by our stories. He has never experienced anything ''ghostly'', but then he has never spent the night in the house either. Maybe the spirits moved on. But then again maybe they haven't and the owner just hasn't had the opportunity to ''meet'' them yet because he has never stayed overnight. Who knows for sure. But one thing is for sure. When WE owned the house, we shared it with a local waterman and his wife....who just happened to be dead. This may not be the scariest ghost story you have ever heard, but it is a true one. I never believed in ghosts before I lived in that old house. It definitely made a ''ghost'' believer out of me.
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Submitted by Anonymous's mom
Categories: home, lady
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