Posted by CraftyChicaAZ on 2004-05-17 01:20:17
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Oh you have to do a tour...imagine how fun and beneficial to womankind that would be! I could see Naked Lady parties all across the country. You should pitch that to Oprah to have the audience participate too. We'll all keep a candle burning for you!
Posted by CraftinFool on 2004-10-30 15:30:34
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I lived in an old farmhouse for a year during college in NH. Actually, the house is not too far from where I live now. The original part of the house dated back to the late 17th century, and there was a cemetary in the backyard where many previous inhabitants were buried.
After my 3 roomies signed the lease, we started hearing tales from other students who had lived there. Many had seen the ghost of a woman, who had been named "Miriam" at some point. She was always seen in a long gown and only in the original sections of the house (usually the living room or one of the bedrooms). Some girls we knew who'd lived there the year before claimed that Miriam threw their cassette tapes around if they played their music too loudly. They also said the ghost supposedly disliked our (annoying) landlord and had locked him in the basement when he was at the place working on the house and one of the girls had to let him out.
We didn't take it too seriously and used to play tricks to try to spook each other. We had no strange activity for a few months.
Until the first time a baby was in our house.
We had a party with some friends and family and one of our friends brought her newborn. That night, I was the last to go to bed. I said goodnight to the roomies in the next bedroom, turned off the hallway light, and went into my room. One of my roommates heard something about 10 min later in the doorway of their bedroom where I had just been. She saw a woman in a long gown, glowing. She said there were some faint colors, I think blue was one of them. She said she could see where a face shold be but couldn't really make out features. The woman began gliding toward Julie's bed. She quietly called out to her roomie but she buried herselrf in the covers, so we never had a second eyewintess. Julie said that when she called out her roomie's name, the ghostly figure disappeared through the ceiling.
I reaearched the house, trying to find out if anyone had died tragically, perhaps in childbirth. The only thing of note I could find out was that a woman who had lived there a long time ago, Mary, had been clapped in the stocks for a day or two for having missed church one Sunday. All I know is, Julie had never believed in ghosts before she saw one, and she's the least likely person I know to make things up.
I never saw "Miriam," but one Saturday night I was home alone, writing a paper in my bedroom. I had been in the living room and had accidentally left a candle burning there. The radio was on in the living room, and suddenly I heard it begin to change stations by itself. I was about ready to pee my pants, and I went into the living room, and there was no-one there, but I noticed the burning candle next to the radio. So I felt that possibly the ghost was trying to get my attnetion so I'd put the candle out. Who knows.
CraftyChica, I am sorry that you had scary experiences. Our experiences were either neutral, or positive. I think if I had a malevolent presence around I'd be a wreck!
