Your True Tales
May 2005 – Page 14

Lady in Blue
by Ann

One evening my brother and I were sitting in my living room watching television and talking about our day. My son spent the night at my mother's house that night so it was just my brother and I in the house. My brother was sitting on the sofa and I was sitting on the love seat caddy corner to the sofa. I have a walk-through kitchen, which has an entrance in the hallway near the back bedrooms and another that opens into the living room.

My brother was talking away about his job when he stopped in mid-sentence and looked in the kitchen. Then he looked at me rather puzzled and said, "You didn't tell me Mommy was here." I responded, "Yeah, well, I didn't tell you because she's not." Then he asked, "So then who the hell was that?" "Where?" I asked, looking around. He said, "In the kitchen by the fridge... stop playing!"

I looked at him in his eyes and said, "Philip, there's no one here but us." He looked back in the kitchen, turned to me and said, "I'm outta here. I am not crazy. There was a lady with gray hair just like Mommy in a blue nightgown." I told him it was his imagination and left it at that. We brushed off and about a half hour later it was forgotten.

Then, all of a sudden the hair on my arms began to stand straight up and I got this really weird feeling, like I was nervous or something. Now, keep in mind the back of the love seat is facing the entrance to the kitchen, so my back was toward it. But the weird thing was that at the same time I was feeling this my brother's eyes got so wide he jumped up.

"That's the second time I'm seeing her. I am not crazy!" This time I believed him because I felt a presence. He said that he saw her run into my son's room. I had some Blessed Oil that my Pastor gives out during service to those who want it. So I went around the house making the sign of the cross over all the doorways and windows and saying a quick prayer. I didn't see her that night, but I have seen a man pass from my hallway into my guest room. I've heard someone banging on my fridge at night and creeping up my stairs. But of course, when I go to look there's no one there. Maybe the lady in blue was just passing through that night and wanted to hear what we were talking about.

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