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The Farm House
From a Visitor in Texas:
Several years ago, I purchased an old farm house in East Texas. It was built in 1852. Many times I thought I heard footsteps in the living room but didn't pay much attention. My husband and I married in 1995. A few months before that, I had heard soft music playing just as I lay down to sleep at night. If I walked out into the hallway, I could no longer hear it. This happened 3 or 4 different nights. My husband heard it one night when I was working. One day, I thought he had come home from work as I heard him walk across the living room from the side door. I waited for him to open the bedroom door and when he didn't, I looked out and he wasn't home yet. Another day, when he came in, he asked why I hadn't unlocked the door for him because he had heard me walk over to the door. I was in our room and had not been in the living room. One night, we heard what sounded like little dog 'toenails' walking on the floor in the room next to ours; the sound stopped at our door and 'bumped' into the door. He got up and looked all over the house--being afraid someone might have broken in........nothing.
The most definite experience I had in the house was also at night. I had taken a bath and as I dried off, I heard the door from our room open, slam shut and footsteps go across a sitting area to our closet----then no other sound. I looked and my husband was lying in bed. When I asked him why he was looking for his work clothes as they were laid out in our room, he said he hadn't been up. That was 11 years ago and I'm convinced that he wasn't playing a trick on me.
After I moved out, my son lived there a few years. My daughter stayed with him for a few months. She was home alone one afternoon and was taking a bath. She heard the side door open and footsteps. She threw on her clothes and ran outside but the side door that she had left unlocked (it was the country, after all) was locked. She was scared enough that she left in her car until he arrived home. She stayed in a room that was built onto the garage. On the opposite side of one of the walls, was a store room for tools, mowers, etc. One night, she laid awake as she heard things being dragged on the floor, chains moved, etc. She was afraid to go see if anyone was there. The next day, nothing had been moved and nothing was missing. An old man continued living in that house after he and his wife divorced many years ago. He loved the old place and I wonder if he's still there.
Many times when I would watch tv at night, the lamp beside me would go off at 10pm. I knew the house had been rewired but the lamp was a 'touch' lamp so I thought maybe it was faulty; however, after I said, 'look, it's early. I'm not ready to go to bed yet. Would you leave the light on?" It never went off again by itself.
Two years ago, I was visiting relatives in West Virginia We were driving to Sharpsburg to see the Antietam battlefield. As we drove into Martinsburg, I saw a man walking down the middle of some railroad tracks. It was a damp, misty kind of day. He looked so forlorn..........had on a light grey coat carrying a soft looking pouch or bag at his side. I just kept watching him as we passed and even until my head turned and I watched over my right shoulder. Suddenly, I started to see twigs and brush through him and then he was gone. I never had any inkling he was a ghost ; he looked as real and solid as anyone. I found out later that there are frequent ghost sightings along those tracks. The soldiers would walk on them on their way home after the Civil War and I suppose, even during the war. it was easier walking than on a muddy road. I've heard things and known things but never thought I would ever see a ghost. I wish I could describe to you how very downtrodden he looked; I thought he was a homeless person...............
And I guess he was.
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