September 16, 2005
The Spirit Girl Who Lived With Us
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SPJ, Flagler Beach, Florida, July 30, 1978-1979,
info@ghostvillage.com
Early in 1978 a long time gal-pal and I rented a house together.
From almost the first week that we moved in, strange things started
happening. For instance, we had a buffet in our dining room where we
would "park" our purses, car keys, etc. These things would disappear
from time to time only to show up in odd places like the linen closet or
kitchen cabinets. We would also find one or the other's makeup in these
cabinets at times. Almost every morning we would waken to all of the
kitchen cabinets flung open! After a while we started blaming the other
for pulling pranks. Since she worked days and I worked nights we were
not often home together. I began to notice a loud banging in the living
room wall that backed the kitchen every now and then. Sometimes the
noise would be so loud as to wake you out of a dead sleep, other times
as soon as I would walk in the door from work, the knock came almost as
a greeting.
One day when we were both home our ghost let out a loud "greeting."
Something she (I felt like it was a she) had never done before. At the
same time we both looked at each other and said, "I've been hearing
these strange sounds in the wall." We started trading our experiences
and discovered we both were greeted by our ghost but never when we were
home together. After that we carried on a sort of conversation with her
-- i.e., she would knock and we would answer, "Hello," to which she
would knock twice -- that sort of thing. One day when I was home alone
and standing at the bathroom mirror I saw reflected in the glass a young
girl with long blonde hair wearing what looked like a long white
nightgown and she was crying. All of this was happening over my shoulder
so I spun around, but no one was there. Our girl had shown herself! One
other time I saw the same image in our glass sliding doors. This went on
for about two years. Then a man who later became my husband moved in and
we were expecting a baby. At that time we decided to stop talking to her
every time she knocked. She would continue to wake us up late at night
and I kept telling her to go away and eventually she did. Twenty-two
years later I have heard from the family that lives there now that "our
girl" is still busy opening cupboards and knocking on the wall!
