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September 2001
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The Black
Lady
by Cat C.
My great aunt used to live in a wonderful old brick house that the whole family just adored. I think now it was because of the memories that this house has always held of my uncle, who sadly has passed. But there was one thing seemed to drag the house down, and was hell for most the family because we are Scots/Irish and we seem to be "sensitive" about sprits and ghosts and so on so forth. It was built over a graveyard. Many on this side of my family have had experiences in this house. I will always believe that my cousin's and I had the most frightening.
About 15 of us, from age four to 17, had spent the day at my aunt's house being utterly wild and having a great time. She had a lot of land we loved to go roaming, though there were about two places on the land where none of us would set foot, and when we did I usually left bawling like a baby and scared witless for reason I don't even know today. But that day was perfect. It was one of these grand days in the summer where everything was perfect. We had water fights, went swimming, teased each other and ate watermelon from the garden until we almost made ourselves sick. I loved it. When we finely decided to go to sleep, the older one's that is, we carried the younger kids into the back bedroom, made up pallets and put them in the floor. About five us piled onto the bed and laid there giggling and punching each other for the hell of it. I guess we all dozed off sometime around one or so in the morning, and I woke up the clock chiming 3:30. We had all woken up, and the room had gone deathly cold. This was very abnormal because my aunt is cold blooded and would never let the air get that high, and it was the dead of summer and was at that time probably 80 outside. We all looked toward the door and there stood what we have dubbed the "Black Lady."
She was dressed head to toe in black. I remember the only thing not black on her was her cameo at her throat and only saw it then because I love cameos. In my frantic mind, I think I was wanting to ask her where she got it. When I looked at her face, I almost passed out right there, and the cameo was the LAST thing on my mind. She had a black veil over her face and the only thing you could see was her eyes, which I swear to you were BLOOD RED. Oh yes, we all freaked. I began to whimper and scooted up until I was at the head of the bed. I was lying at the bottom, curled between my two cousins, Brandon and Adam. I heard my baby cousin, who was four, bawling, and even though I'm normally very protective of her and my other family I was so petrified I couldn't move. The Black Lady could though.
She started toward the bed, I think more gliding then walking, and her eyes were all but burning holes into me. I've always had a big mouth (and a loud voice to match it), so I let out a scream that could beat that of a banshee's and curled up into Brandon. My aunt, being a thankfully light sleeper, came running in about five seconds flat. Good thing too because the Black Lady had just about reached my cousins in the floor. And the closer she got, the more there was this smell in the room - like sulfur. Anyway, my aunt walked in, gasped staring. She had enough wits about her to flip on the light, and like that the Black Lady was gone though that smell has never left the back bedroom as far as I know. It hadn't at the time that my aunt moved out of the house. Needless to say, my cousins and I slept in the floor of my aunt's bedroom.
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