On 1/2/2017 2:11 PM, Sqwertz wrote:
> On Mon, 2 Jan 2017 11:49:16 -0500, jmcquown wrote:
>
>> I've actually encountered a ghost on at least one occasion. Wasn't
>> anything like the movie fiction with dead girls in a hotel hallway or
>> Jack Nicholson wielding an axe. No blood running down walls. No scary
>> pig faces in a window, either. If you'd like, I'll tell you about it,
>> even though it's way past Halloween.
>
> This oughta be good. Please Jill! Tell your ghost story!
> Ghostbusters I and II seemed to be playing all weekend on some channel
> or another.
>
> -sw
>
Hey, are you gonna play Sheldon and call me a liar?

Before I was married (1982) my fiance rented a shotgun house. It was
the former caretaker's cottage behind what used to be a moderate
plantation house in west TN. I was there by myself, putting up some
shelf paper and cleaning the kitchen. I could see out the kitchen
window down the driveway.

It was a nice Spring day in April. I had the windows and doors open
while I did some cleaning up in the kitchen at the back. There was a
wooden screen door at the front with a squeaky rusty spring. I was
alone at the back of the house when I heard the rusty spring, heard the
door open, then heard it thump shut. I heard heavy footsteps walking
through the front room, towards the bedroom (which was in the middle of
the house). I called out, "Michael? I'm back here!" Nothing. I
looked out the side kitchen window. No cars in the driveway. I went
back to whatever I was doing. Then I heard the screen door spring
again. And the wooden door again, thump. And again, heavy steps
walking into the front room. There was no one there. I was suddenly
filled with a feeling of dread. I literally got goosebumps. I knew I
wasn't alone in that place. I exited via the side kitchen door and
walked home to my parents house which was not far away.

A few days later I met the two middle aged women (I think they were
cousins) who owned the property and lived together in the main house.
According to family legend, a man who was a caretaker there in the
1950's believed his wife was having an affair with one of the farm
workers. He allegedly got drunk and in a rage came home and stabbed her
to death.

Sorry, I don't have any citations. All I know is I refused to ever
spend time alone in that place again.

Jill