Ghost Stories

Edna Ghost

Greetings. I justgot into newsgroups recently and have thoroughly enjoyed readingabout the ghostly experiences of others. I also have anexperience to share. My husband and I have kept this experiencepretty quiet for fear of upsetting neighbors. This is due to thefact that we believe we lived with the ghost of a woman who waswell known with many living relatives in our tiny community.

When my husband and I married 6 years ago, we lived in the homehe had purchased from the family of "Edna" (name changeto protect the family). Edna had been living in a nursing homefor a few years and would not be returning to her home. Edna andher husband had built this house in the 1930s. She used tobabysit for my husband and his brother when they were children.After we had been married for about a year, we received word thatEdna had died. The following events began a week after her death.

It began with my husband. Several times while crossing the roadto the mailbox, he heard a woman call his name. He would returnto the house and ask me why I called him, which I hadn't. Thenthe radio in our kitchen "malfunctioned"--it beganplaying continuously even though it was turned off. We finallyunplugged it and packed it away. After disposing of the radio,the television began acting up. First it would turn itself off.We assumed it was overheating. But then it started changingchannels by itself--just random channels--in addition to turningitself off. I started calling surrounding neighbors to see ifanyone had recently installed any new remote control devices suchas garage door opener, satellite dish or whatever--no one had.After weeks of this, the TV started coming on by itself in themiddle of the night and we'd have to get out of bed and turn itoff. Sometimes it would come back on as soon as we had gottenback into bed. We took it to a repair shop 3 different times andit always functioned just fine there--but would alwaysmalfunction as soon as we brought it back home.

We own an antique 8-day wind-up clock that has never worked.Several times it chimed - it wasn't wound, there were novibrations in the house, no causes we could find. The pendulumwould begin swinging, the clock would chime 7 or 8 times then thependulum would stop.

Finally one day while sitting at the kitchen table talking andhaving coffee with my husband, a dark but transparent "form"came from the dining room, walked behind my husband anddisappeared. My eyes must have been huge because my husbandimmediately began asking me what was wrong. The form resembled ashadow--it had the shape of a person but no features. Thishappened again to me and twice to my husband--we would tradeplaces at the table in hopes that we would see it. One morning ataround 2:00 a.m. I got up to go to the bathroom. The bathroom hada door from the bedroom and also another door connecting to thekitchen. I had a strange feeling that I needed to go into thekitchen so I opened the connecting door to the dark kitchen. Thistime I saw a form but it was like a glowing white mist (I hadturned off the bathroom light so it was pitch black around me). It came towards me and I actually jumped out of its way and let itpass! I was terrified but didn't feel threatened.

A few nights later, I woke to the sound of jewelry moving aroundin my antique jewelry box. I woke my husband, turned on the lightand the sound stopped. The jewelry in the box seemed untouched.

Another instance involved a coffee cup that my son had given myhusband (his stepfather) as a gift. The cup said "you areloved so very much because you are so very loving." It hadbeen badly chipped but my husband didn't want to discard it forsentimental reasons. So we stored it behind some antique disheson the top shelf of an old china cabinet in the dining room. Onemorning when I got up and went to the kitchen to fix coffee, thatcup was sitting in the sink! I checked the china cabinet--theother dishes were undisturbed and unmoved. My husband and sonswear they didn't get it out (my son couldn't have reached itanyway).

We have since moved to a new home. I must say we never feltthreatened by this presence although it was scary. My husband andI have often talked about how, when one of us would be alone inthe house, we never really felt "alone". They day wemoved, I stood in the middle of the house and invited "Edna"to come with us. When I later told my husband what I had done, helaughed and told me he had also invited her to join us. Shedidn't however--we love our new home but it certainly lacks thefeeling of presence the old home had.