Your True Tales
June 2004 – Page 21

The Farmer Ghosts
by Rebecca

In 1973, my husband and I were stationed at Fort Knox, Ky. I began to work at the Disney Barracks location Mess Hall as a cook. During the Christmas Holidays, the mess halls consolidated into one mess, since so many people took leave for Christmas. I was transferred to another mess hall. There I met a woman who was working as a K.P. This woman had nine kids and was married to a drunken bum. We became great friends, and when my husband got orders for Germany, I moved right next door to her and the kids.
I eventually went to Germany and we kept in touch, and still do.

When we returned to the states after four years, I went to the wonderful old farm house that she moved into. I was in awe of the place and the peace that surrounded me there has never been forgotten. We were moving through the house and I could hear people talking, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I didn't say anything to her or anybody else, at that time.

We moved into the kitchen and open fields could be seen from the window. I sat at the table watching a farmer working in the field for a long time and, at the same time, making small talk and catching up on news. There were four of us sitting in the kitchen when the back screen door slammed, and we all jumped. Soon, after I saw a heavy set woman approach the farmer with a glass and a rag. He put the glass to his mouth and wiped his face and head with the rag and put the rag around his neck. The woman started to walk off and he said something and she turned around and went back to him. He kissed her on the forehead and hugged her and she hit him on his head and walked off, wiping her face on her apron.

I said to my friends, "Man, that is so cool to see affection like that now-a-days. They must be in love for sure." "Who?" they asked. "Them," I said pointing to the fields. Who? "Them," I said, still pointing. Who? "Them!" I said, turning away to face my friends and they all gathered around the table looking out the window toward the fields. They kept saying they could not see who I was talking about. I moved them aside just a little less than amused and I did not see a soul!

My friend spoke up and said real loud, "HA, HA, HA! I told you kids this place was haunted! You all got all the answers to the crap we hear around here, now what? Somebody, finally sees something!"

I spent the rest of the day listening to the stories they had about that old farm house. And, needless to say, they moved out of there shortly after.

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