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One night, I was laying on the couch watching TV. My dad was in his recliner a few feet in front of me. My mom was in the bedroom changing.
I saw a woman (I thought was my mom at first) walk past a opening heading toward our kitchen. She was dressed in the old time night gowns like pioneers wore. I thought that was strange for my mom, it wasn't that cold that night.
Then my MOM walked past the same opening in her regular night gown.
Didn't you just come in here? I asked her...
Nope, I was changing.
I told her what I saw, and she responded "So, you saw her too..."
Strange things happend after that, I would suddenly find my self locked in my bedroom, doors would close by themselfs, things would be missing, only to turn up in really strange places.
My grandfather told us a story about a wagon train that had come through our area when he was a kid. Some people died on it from something. He was convinced that this lady was from it.
(The house was new, we built it.)
This was over 20 years ago...
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"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.
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