GHOST VISITATION IN VICTORIAN HAUNTED HOME- BUFFALO,NY
I was five years old, in kindergarten, and I had a fever that night. I didn't know I was getting sick or anything, but I woke up sometime in the early morning hours while it was still dark outside. I had no reason, but suddenly found myself awake in the dark. I looked over to my right where the closet was and saw a form that was moving. It had a bluish hue and was lit up enough to see in the black room.
The image moved toward me, fading in and then fading out, each time it faded in it was closer to the side of my bed. Before long a little girl stood right next to my bed, her eyes looked closed in the dark, I didn't see any eyes, just closed lids. She was very close. She had ringlets and blue bows in her hair and a lacy blue and white dress.
I also noticed that at the end of my bed between myself and the door to the hallway stood a woman. She was standing with her side to me, in profile. She wore a bun in her hair and a long dress with thin waistline. In her hand was a stick like an umbrella or cane. She didn't move at all, but I noticed that she was a darker color, or at least her dress was darker. Her entire body was made of tiny little sparkles of light as if Scottie was starting to beam her up. I stared a while at her very slender and pretty neck, her brown hair drawn up in to a tight bun.
I turned my head toward the wall and banged it hard enough to hurt and then turned back to the dark room where they still were. No changes I thought, until I lay fully on my back and looked up. There above me in the air was the perfect little glowing hand of the little girl! I could see each and every line on her palm as it just hovered there above me.
I struggled with my voice for a second and then let out a scream for mom, twice. Less than a minute later I saw my mother shuffling fresh from sleep through my bedroom door. She walked directly in to the woman and then out of her again. I watched as the woman's profile remained exactly the same as my mom walked right through her. She didn't see her at all.
I leapt up into her arms and hid my face in her neck. She stood in the darkened room for a moment attempting to convince me that I'd had a bad dream and there was really nothing. But she was standing IN the woman with me and I was screaming bloody murder. She finally turned the light on and I whipped my head around to see absolutely no people in the yellow glow of the light bulb.
I awoke the next morning with a wash cloth on my fore-head, mom convinced me that my fever had caused a hallucination of ghosts the night before. I never forgot that night, but I was doubtful enough about my experience to not tell many people about what happened for the next few years.
Then at 15 years old I was in the car with my Uncle Andy in Buffalo and we were talking about all sorts of things. I asked him what the ‘weirdest thing’ that ever happened to him was, and he told me about a ghost he saw in the same house that I had seen the woman.
In fact, he told me about the same ghost.
His bedroom had been directly upstairs from the one I slept in, and he'd encountered her several years later than I had. He had been lying in bed, so tall that his feet hung off the end. My aunt was getting ready for bed in the bathroom across the hall and they were talking.
He lay there talking to her with his eyes closed, relaxing and chatting away, when suddenly he saw a very clear image of a woman in his 'mind's eye'. He actually saw her profile and she was walking with a cane and had a 'tight bun' in her hair. It was as if he was 'sent' the image, he told me.
He opened his eyes and there at the end of the bed was the ghost woman in full color and in full size. She was in profile, just as I'd seen her, but she turned to face him. He yelled to his wife that there was a ghost in the room, so she peeked in the doorway and could see nothing. Meanwhile, he was staring at her and she was staring back at him!
His baby son began to cry in the nursery which was a room connected to both their bedroom and an adjacent bedroom through the hallway. My aunt didn't want to walk through whatever Andy was seeing, so she went the long way around through the other bedroom.
Andy took a long time to describe to me what he saw the ghost do next. She at first moved to follow my aunt by 'gliding' toward the hallway and go the long way around to the nursery. Then she appeared to hesitate he said, and she turned around and went the very short way through the immediate door into the nursery.
He said it was if she had a conscious mind and was 'thinking'. It really shocked him. He didn't see any other ghosts like I had, but his baby had a fever that night!
I was amazed that Andy was telling this experience because I had never told him about mine. Here I was, ten years after my own sighting in that house, listening to him go on about his 'weirdest thing' when this was my own 'weirdest thing', too!
I must have encountered the ghosts in that house more than once, because my grama made one of my pictures into a t-shirt that she wore now and then. It was of a woman with a bun in her hair and a little girl with ringlets in hers. 1979 was the date written under my picture. I remember drawing these two characters many times as a little girl. I had quite a collection.
I looked for that t-shirt in 1999 after her death, it wasn't in her drawer anymore.
Grandma told us that the previous owners of our Buffalo home were a policeman and his wife whose young daughter died of spinal meningitis, a disease characterized by high fever.
(THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE GHOST PHOTOS- FOUND ON THE NET)
Leaves me wondering what triggers a visit . . .