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Edna's Ghost
by Pamela E.

My whole life has been revolved around strange phenomena. I was born and raised a Catholic and followed that religion until around the age of 20. Growing up as a child, the house that I had lived in was filled with many spirits, some which made themselves appear, others just with noises. It was an old home, which my father had fixed up. But it seemed as if everything started with the tearing down and rebuilding.

One spirit that stands out was of a small child, that frequented my parents' bedroom. The shaking of the crib noises, the barefoot running across our floors and the crying. But there were other spirits that weren't so nice, as the tall man, dressed in black standing over my brother's bed waking him up full of fright. The beautiful young woman who floated from one upstairs bedroom to the next. Many people had come to "speak" to these spirits and ask them to depart. Nothing seemed to work. After us children were gone from the house, my mother placed the house up for sale. When the home sold, we soon found out that the new owners had also sold the home, due to disturbances outside of their control.

I had married and had two children. When the marriage didn't work out, we got divorced. My children and I moved into a two-bedroom apartment in the suburbs of Chicago. Strange occurrences started again, but here in this apartment. While cooking and leaving the kitchen for a minute, the stove would shut off, by means of the handle actually turning to the OFF position. While bathing, the bathroom light switch would be clicked to turn off. A small white bouncing shadow that resembled a ball would bounce on my hallway walls, making me chase it, as if it were a game. I checked with the apartment manager and was told an elderly man had lived in my apartment and passed away there. I never felt threatened by this spirit, but almost felt a comfort sense from him.

I had then remarried and my new husband, children and I relocated to Missouri. We found a wonderful older home, located in the woods. My children are grown up now and have lives of their own. So it has been just my husband and I living here. After moving in, Ron went down under the house into the crawlspace and brought out two boxes filled with the lives of the couple that had the house erected. From their love letters as lovers before they married to their marriage, and everything they purchased for the home. The wife's name was Edna and the husband, Frank. After sitting there and reading about these two people, who truly loved one another, we wanted to return their belongings to them. We found out though that Edna had passed away here in the home. Frank had remained in the home for one year, then moved in with his son in another state.

My husband and I disposed of everything and that is when "things" started happening in this house. Edna was with us every day. We had learned not to leave our keys just laying around the house, they would be moved which turned into a game of find our keys. When people spent the night, she would actually bang on their closet door and walk around the bedroom. She would wake us up in the middle of the night by banging on our headboard, right above our heads. Yes, Edna had a great sense of humor. But you could actually talk with Edna. One night I was very sick with a toothache, and as I was sitting in our bedroom, I said out loud, "Edna, please, I am so sick, just let me sleep tonight" And she abided.

I had mentioned that this home is nestled in the woods. My hubby and I want to purchase two more empty wooded lots adjacent to our home. We started exploring them. We found a large rockpile with a "No Trespassing" sign placed on top of the rocks. We thought it was strange, but figured this is where they piled up the rocks when the house went up. If you know southwest Missouri, it seems as if rocks grow wild here!

That fall, I wanted to build a beautiful rock garden and knew exactly where to get some nice large rocks. My husband and I wheelbarrowed loads of rocks to my new rock garden. After getting down two layers, we hit dirt. We thought that strange. Well, if this isn't a rock pile, what is it? My hubby started digging into the dirt and found bone fragments of a skull. That's when we stopped digging and just went back to the house dumbfounded. We started asking nearby neighbors about Frank and Edna. Did any of them attend her funeral? Was their a funeral? The answer from two different neighbors knew Edna and Frank and after a week of her death, they started asking Frank when was her funeral? Frank replied, "I took her back to the old country." So the neighbors never questioned it.

We now know who is buried there and we have fixed up the gravesite with flowers. When we did that, there was an immediate sense of peace in our home.

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