The House with the Old Lady

When I was 3 years old my parents bought their first house. I'm now 37 and have a house and family of my own. The 1st encounter I can recall is when my bother was born, I was 5 at the time and we shared a bedroom. My mother had come into the room in the middle of the night to check on him and saw an elderly women standing next to the crib.

We would experience this women on many occasions after that. We did know an elderly woman was a previous owner but that was all we had. When I was 8 my parents had a large addition put onto the home. After that it wasn't only bedroom sightings but kitchen and dining room, though never anything in the new area's of the home.

Years later when I was in my early twenties my husband and son came to the home for the first time for a weeklong visit. At this point I had never told my husband about any of the sightings. One day during our visit, we left my husband at the house while everyone else went shopping. (Mind you this was the middle of the day) When we returned he was outside sitting on the porch. He took me into the bedroom were he told me what had happened.

First he explained that he was watching TV in the older part of the home and it turned off. He turned it back and it happened again. When he went to turn it on the second time, he heard something banging on the outer wall of the home next to the TV. He wrote that off as well to a possible animal. Once the TV was back on, he heard what sounded like serial people walking in from the back door into the kitchen and cupboard doors opening and closing. He yelled at that point, "you are all back already"? No one answered and everything went quiet. By this point he had had enough and went outside to wait for our return.

I sat him down and told him of the activity in the home and also told him I would be waking him up in the middle of the night. When this happened to looking in a certain corner of the bedroom and not say a word. A couple of nights later I woke him up, he did as I had told him. After a couple of moments she was gone. I told him I would describe what he had seen. A women in her 70's, about 4"7, a dark night gown, dark gray hair in a loose bun.

His mouth fell open. I had just described what he had seen and he was without words. Since that time many things still occur and we occasionally her story's of lamps turning on by their selves and noises.