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Date: Mon, 31 Aug 1998 11:19:55 -0700 (PDT)
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story When i was in elementary school, (don't remember exact age or year, but i'm almost 23 now) about 10 to 15 years ago, we lived in a 2-story house that my dad built himself. The land, when my parents purchased it, was farmland. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary ever happened in that house, or to me until that one night...
This is long, I apologize, but there's a lot to tell...
My bedroom was directly across from the bathroom that my sister and I shared. In the bathroom, on the wall opposite the door was a full length mirror, if i sat up in bed and both my bedroom and the bathroom doors were open, i could see myself in the mirror. Between my room and the bathroom was the end of the hall, with a door to a walk-in closet. (Hope this makes sense...)
I woke up in the middle of the night one night for no apparent reason. That's not something that happened often. Had the closet light on of course, (afraid of the dark...) so i sat up in bed wondering why i was awake. I did not look at the clock, so i have no idea what time it was. I looked across the hall in the mirror, and as i was looking at myself, a white figure passed my doorway and into the walk-in closet. Let me describe to you exactly what I saw...
She was young, maybe late twenties, early thirties, very slender and wearing a long white dress with the top half of the sleeves kind of poofy, it was fitted around her waist and had a long flowing skirt with a ruffle on the bottom. Her hands were folded together in front of her stomach. She did not once turn and look at me, or anything else, she just headed straight towards the closet. There was absolutely NOTHING threatening or frightening about her, and not one stitch of any kind of communication. She seemed to be just passing through, not angry or sad, just there, content, and calm are words that come to mind. As I looked at her from top to bottom, I noticed that I could see the structure of her face, but no details, no eyes, no mouth, no nose, it was just a profile that was as white as the rest of her. The only thing that was colored was her hair, dark brown and up in some sort of a bun (she was very well groomed). When i got down to the bottom of her dress, i noti! ! ced the ruffle was flowing back and that there were no feet. She was drifting at a lazily, but with very in to the walk-in closet (facing the backyard, where behind it was nothing but farm fields and a few patches of trees). The entire time I was watching her i could see my self through her in the mirror across the hall.
When she was gone, I realized that what i had just seen was real and i screamed until my mom came and stayed in my room the rest of the night.
Now, if this unexplained person (my parents still don't believe me...) that i saw only drifted past my bedroom door without stopping, how is it that i remember such detail about her? How is it that i remember her more clearly than any other childhood memories? WHY did I wake up in the middle of the night? There were no noises, no lights turned on or off, I just woke up.
A short time after this, a friend and I were playing in the field behind my house (where we were not allowed to be) when we came across an old cemetary, maybe 7 or 8 graves. We never told anyone about it because we did not want to get into trouble for being there. I never thought much about it until...
About 6 or 7 years later, long sinse moved away, my mom was on the Historical Preservation Society. She came home from work one night and told me that there was a cemetary behind our old house. Apparently it was a Civil War soldier and his family buried there...that was the direction in which the lady i saw was heading. I wish I knew who this lady was...where she was going and why...