About twenty years ago we lived in a house that was
located on property originally deeded by William Penn to a
family named Taylor. The family had lived on the property
from 1682 until the late nineteenth century. At that time
there apparently been some financial difficulties, which
forced a sale of the property.
My first encounter with Farmer Taylor occurred one winter
morning about six, I awoke feeling a very cold breeze on
my face, thinking the furnace had stopped working I ran
downstairs. As I entered the living room I saw that the
front door was standing wide open and the cold wind was
blowing in. Now my habit every night before going to bed
was to lock the front door and apply the security latch at
the top. I am sure that was done the previous night, how
did the door get open?
A few months later, again about six AM, I was awakened by
the doorbell ringing. It rang in a very shaky and
irregular manner, six or seven times. It continued ringing
as I ran downstairs and was still ringing as I unlocked
the door and opened it. It immediately stopped ringing as
I opened the door, no one was there. It was just dark and
foggy outside, not a person in sight.
I began to imagine the ghost of Farmer Taylor trying to re-
enter his lost property and told the story to my daughter.
She then began to attribute every unexplained occurrence
around the house to the Ghost of Farmer Taylor. It became
a family joke.
The next and last event was about a year later. One day my
son and daughter had several of their friends in our
living room. While they were standing around talking to
each other, suddenly there appeared a slightly transparent
and shimmering figure of a tall bearded man wearing old-
fashioned nineteenth century clothing standing amongst
them. It only appeared for a few seconds, I was startled
and did not speak, but my son, standing across the room
said, “What was that?” The shadowy figure vanished.
We moved away from that house shortly thereafter.
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