Your True Tales
July 2004 – Page 26

The Old Woman's Ghost
by Sarah Cigan

When I was 12, I was visiting my cousin's house. We all used to play hide-and-go-seek games and would have the time of our lives. We decided to play and I was chosen to be it. I counted to 100, but during the count I cheated and saw them all go upstairs. I finished counting and ran up the stairs. I searched my aunt's room, but no one was in there. As I stepped out of my aunt's room I heard a strange noise – almost like a wailing sound. I figured it was my youngest cousin and she couldn't be quiet. I knew I had her. I slowly walked to the attic (for that's where I heard the sound). I heard it again and when I got to the door I hesitated and then burst in the room and I think I cried, "Got ya!" or something like that.

I almost had a heart attack for what I saw in the room wasn't my baby cousin. I will never forget the sight. It was an elderly woman in a gray shawl. She was holding, I think, a necklace or bracelet. I wanted to run, but I was frozen in fear. She looked up at me and I wanted to run. She had cold eyes. No soul at all. It seemed like the more I stared the closer she came. By then I broke out of my fear and I ran screaming down the stairs. My mother came to see what was wrong and all my cousins came out of their hiding places. I told them what happened and my mom checked it out. My aunt told me that before she bought the house an old woman and her husband lived here. Ever since that experience, I've never been in my aunt's attic.

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