Your True Tales
February 2006 – Page 14

Annie, the Ghost
by Pam

In 2000, I bought a home that was built in the late 1800s. Nice, big comfortable home. Shortly after moving in, strange things started happening. It began with a knock on the back door, like how a child would knock. I would drop whatever I was doing and rush to the back door only to find no one there. On a sunny Sunday morning, I was laying on the couch watching TV when the vertical blinds on the living room window began to "dance". They were moving all by themselves, and after it stopped, I tried my darnedest to replicate the movement and was unable to.

The next strange occurrence was the faucets. I awoke one morning to hear water running. I went into the bathroom, and the hot water faucet was turned on and the bathroom was pretty fogged up. One day I was washing out my nylons in the upstairs bathroom when the faucet turned off all by itself. This got to be kind of "par for the course," and I kept shrugging it off.

One day my son had a bunch of friends over, and using a disposal camera, I took a bunch of pictures of the kids from different angles and at different times. When I got the pictures developed, I was amazed and a little frightened to see a young girl in three of the pictures. She is standing in the living room and in the last picture, she is reaching out to my son. Spooked? You betcha! I had the really funny feeling her name was Annie, and we were all surprised by the girl in the picture.

A few months passed and my son was upstairs in his bedroom when his closet shelves fell. There was nothing extremely heavy on the shelves, and there wasn't any reason for them to fall, as his bedroom closet had been re-done and the shelving was pretty new. After the shelves fell, a large picture in the living room fell to the floor and shattered the glass. That was the "straw that broke the camel's back," and I decided then and there to delve into the history of the house.

Armed with no more than my property deed, off I went to the court house. I researched the history of the house and went back as far as I possibly could with owners names. I went to the library and a wonderful stranger helped me. She was from a town 2½ hours from me and was here researching family genealogy. I told her what I was looking for, and within 10 minutes, she handed me an obituary of a young woman named Anna Marie Wyles. She had died at her parents home at the age of 19. The address? My house. Since my discovery of Annie, all strange activities have stopped. I feel she only wanted me to know her name and that she was still "home" with me. The pictures of Annie are available if you would like to view them.

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