And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
from The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe
Since it is the season for all things scary, Cynthia shared a few
favorite hair raising ghost stories and asked if anyone else had any
that they especially liked.
Well, as I have mentioned before, Willow Manor is haunted. We have
all heard, felt, smelled and actually seen ghosts at various times in
this old house. Every once in a while, the heavy scent of a woman's
perfume hangs in a certain place in the master bedroom, which was at
one time the guest room, and also the room where the former family's
funeral urns were stored in a window box. It is not a scent I, or anyone
I know, wears. It usually can be detected between the hours of 3:00
and 4:00 a.m. and Friday night WT noticed it again on his way to the
bathroom. It's very strong, very distinct and very unusual.
Sometimes it's so strong it wakes me. Our daughter also noticed the
scent in our dining room last Christmas Eve when we were up late
chatting in the living room and she passed through the dark room on
her way to the kitchen. One thing we do know is this lady ghost has
very classy taste in perfume.
Saturday night, WT and I were sitting in the family room, which is
an open area off the kitchen, watching Hitchcock's Rebecca on TCM.
We were chatting during the movie, and right after I mentioned
something, we both heard a loud shriek come from the landing area
between where we were sitting and the kitchen. We both jumped,
looked at each other and at the same time asked, "Who was that?"
It was definitely a female voice and a loud enough scream to be
heard by both of us over the TV volume, which was cranked up fairly
high, and our conversation. WT got up and looked around, but found
Another thing she likes to do, is open my kitchen "junk drawer"
during the night, leave it open, take some of the contents out
and place them on the counter top. Once part of the drawer had
actually been cleaned out and organized. She must not like the
messy contents and state of my junky drawer. Sorry Mrs. G.
All three of our children have seen the form of a small older woman,
hunched over, in a white nightgown late at night, in various spots in
the house. And they still randomly see her when they come home to
visit on holidays. Our youngest son is convinced that she fell on the
steps leading up to the front door area from our dining room, because
he saw her curled up at the foot of the steps late one night this past
summer. We do know that an elderly lady died here in the summer
of 1976 at the age of 88.
All of us have been awakened in the night by the sound of a woman
whispering in our faces. This only happened once to me, and I could
actually feel the force of her breath on my face! The whispering is
always very fast and unintelligible. She can also be heard descending
the front staircase between 3:30 and 4:30 a.m. Many of our overnight
house guests have asked, the next morning, who it was walking down
the stairs late at night.
The most frightening lady ghost episode for me was one night last
spring when she actually turned the latch and opened my bedroom
door at precisely 3:30 a.m. That made me sit up and take note At
least it's not at 11:11. That would creep me out even more.
But, seriously, after living here for twenty years, we are all very used
to these occurrences and feel no harm or ill intent. If she intended to
inflict harm, she would certainly be doing more than just opening
doors, turning on lights and cleaning out kitchen drawers.
If you happen to enjoy reading these hair raising episodes, these are
just a few of our resident lady ghost. Stay tuned, I'll save the
experiences associated with the male ghost for a later post.