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A friend of mine went to school with someone that lived in
an old farmhouse. The house was
one of the oldest in the community, built sometime in the early 1800s. It had been updated over the years but
retained its essential character.
The family had moved into it after moving to the area after years in New
England. The mother was very
transfixed by colonial architecture and crafts. A visit to the house was like falling into a Yankee Peddler
warehouse. It was very well done
though and the family loved the traditional look and feel of the home. There was only one real issue with the
house. They maintained it had
ghosts.
I am a big fan of the idea of ghosts. The idea of a time frozen apparition
floating through the living room is interesting. Who wouldn’t want some see-through hazy woman in an
Elizabethan dress slowly passing through the room? Ghosts are always distinguished figures from a gilded
age. Granted, it would be really
disappointing if it were some white trash guy in overalls drinking a can of
Stroh’s that passed through your walls.
Still, shouldn’t the law of averages dictate that some hillbilly ghosts
are out there? It’s always the sad
and tragic figure when clothes were stylish. No one has reported a ghost in a leisure suit that I am aware. Over the years I have been exposed to
numerous ghost stories and even requested “haunted” rooms at a hotel in New
Orleans and Wilmington NC. No
dice. I’ve never seen a
ghost. I still like the idea
though.
So this farmhouse sat at the edge of town where it is still
somewhat rural. The family first
became aware of the ghosts when they pulled into the driveway to see two
children playing with dated toys in the front yard. The boy had knickers on and the girl had a high collared
dress that looked like a costume.
The kids would see the family pull in the driveway and then run off
around the house with their toys.
This continued for months at random times with the same basic
ritual. They moved in a gliding
type fashion that seemed odd to everyone.
It just felt “off” to everyone.
Still, the family thought it was just some weird neighbor family of
home-schooled kooks.
Things ratcheted up to a new level when the lights kept
going on and off in the hallway which was always preceded by a chill in the
house. The family called an
electrician who found nothing wrong.
The lights continued to go on and off for no reason. This is when they began to joke about
the “ghosts” in the house. Who
left the light on? Must have been
the ghosts! Ha-ha! It was all a big lark until they
started to see the children appear in the house running up and down the stairs.
I think if I was alone in the house as the teenage daughter
was the first time it happened and two kids from the early 1900s appeared out
of nowhere to run up the stairs in front of me I would either “freak the fuck
out” or “really freak the fuck out”.
It would definitely be somewhere in that range. She got past it somehow. That’s when a funny thing
happened. The family just got used
to it. They even began to like
it. They would talk to the kid
ghosts and tell them to knock it off when the lights started to flicker. It was like they had cousins staying
there that they got used to having around. It had become so commonplace that they looked at it like
someone would a temperamental toilet.
It was just more character in the house. It was the ultimate Yankee Peddler purchase.
The only reason I know this story is my friend stayed there
one night after a crazy beer fueled bender. He stayed in the guest room, completely unaware of the story
of the “ghosts”. They had become
such a part of the household, the family didn’t even really talk about them any
longer. It had been going on for years.
My buddy was passed out. He
suddenly became aware of being really cold and woke up thinking about getting
another blanket. He opened his
eyes and there standing at the end of the bed staring at him were the two
kids. He was startled obviously
and said “Jesus! You scared
me! What are you doing up?”. He thought it was two kids that were
houseguests. “Shouldn’t you be in
bed?” They looked at him a second
longer and then turned around and walked out of the room saying nothing. He said it was just like having two
kids in the room but dressed from 1906.
He went back to sleep thinking how odd the incident had been. Why are those kids out of bed and in my
room?
In the morning he woke up and asked about the kids that were
staying there. Everyone laughed
and said “You met the kids! They
are our ghosts!” as you would if a cat had hopped on your bed in the middle of
the night. They filled him in on
their history with the ghosts. He
was a little freaked out. He ran
the event over in his mind trying to remember all the details. He became really obsessed by it. He went back to the house a few times
over the years. Sometimes they
would drink wine and try to talk to the kids on a ouiji board. It never worked though. He never saw them again. I remember when he told me the story I
didn’t believe it. I still
don’t. I would have liked to have
slept in that guest room though.
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