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Cabin
Ghost
by Sophsgran
My husband and I have lived in a log cabin that was built in 1850. When his then six-year-old son Lee was sleeping upstairs about 22 years ago, he felt what he thought was his mom (my husband's ex-wife) tuck him in . In the morning he told his dad and they both laughed at the idea because nothing would get his ex-wife into the forest, never mind a log cabin with no hot water. They decided it was a dream, except Lee didn't really think that - the dream was to real and he was sure he was awake.
A year or so this happened again, but this time Lee woke right up and sat up enough to get a view of this woman as she was walking way. He described her as around 5-1/2 feet tall, thin, with a white shirt top on and a long dark skirt. He said she had her long dark hair gathered at the nape of her neck and down to the middle of her back. He wasn't afraid at all; he felt love, not fear or anger around her. Lee told everyone and they all thought it was neat to have a resident ghost, but they also thought he had a big imagination. Lee went back to his mom, and though he came for many stays and eventually lived here, he never saw his ghost lady again.
Fifteen years later, my husband brought me here to the cabin as his bride. It never crossed his mind to mention his son's ghost lady to me because it had been so long ago, and a story told by a young and imaginative son. About six years ago, I was sitting on our couch in the living room while my husband made tea in the kitchen. We were chattering away when I looked up and saw a woman take four steps to go up the upstairs staircase, and because there was a wall that cut her from my range of vision, she was gone. I called Grant, "Honey, I just saw a woman take three steps to the staircase and disappear." I repeated in a wondering voice, "I saw a woman." What had I seen? I described her as a slender woman of average height, wearing a white top tucked into a long skirt of tan or light brown material (she must have changed her skirt). Her hair was gathered at the back of her neck and reached the middle of her back. She didn't look at me at all, just took three steps from our fireplace to the foot of the staircase and was gone. She was rather transparent because I had seen the light in the doorway behind her. I had heard nothing, and felt no fear but I was totally surprised. My husband ran in from the kitchen and over to the staircase moaning, "Oh darn, I have never seen her, not even a glance."
The surprise stayed with me until one day when we came home and found my hairbrush in the middle of the carpet in the living room. This was too much for me. Surprise gone, now I began getting the willies. That evening while I was again sitting in the living room, I noticed my husband was poking his nose into the living room and looking over to the corner were she had appeared and I said, "Okay, Bub, if you have said anything or even thought anything to encourage her to stay around so you can see her, you'd better get it out of your mind. I will not share this home with another woman, especially a ghost!" That makes me sound like a browbeater and a nag, but I wasn't just surprised anymore I was getting to be afraid. He said "Okay" in a sad and resigned voice, and we haven't seen her since.
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