This story is lengthy but the details are
necessary for you to understand what happened to
me. I have only related what happened to a
select few family members but after recently
stumbling onto this website (thank goodness) and
reading about other people's unexplained events,
I've decided to share what happened to me with
people who know the difference between what some
would say is "imagination" or "dreams" and what
I didn't "imagine" any of what
transpired. I am a sensible, logical and "down
to earth" person...and I don't lie.
It was late autumn, 1978, we (my husband and two-
year old son-"Daniel") had been living in
Colorado as my husband was stationed there in
the Army. After much discussion about whether
to stay in the army (and make it a career as his
father had done) or try something else, I
finally convinced him to take us back "home" to
Maine-he had served four years.
I am the eldest
of six children and my entire family was back in
Maine. I missed them terribly and I knew they
wanted to be near my son (the first grandchild &
nephew). His family also lived in Maine, not
far from my parents. After making the decision
to move home, we asked our families to start
looking for a place we could rent when we got
back. He was honorably discharged and we were
My in-laws lived in the country and it just so
happened that their elderly neighbor ("Mrs. C")
had recently died and her house was up for rent
while her two daughters settled the estate -
they would eventually sell it.
I had met "Mrs.
C" on many occasions when we were visiting our
in-laws. She was a kind, elderly woman who
loved gardening. Her husband had died many
years ago and her two daughters lived in Florida.
She didn't get many visitors.
After my son could walk, he would play on the
huge lawn at my in-laws between their houses.
She was very fond of my son "Daniel" and
delighted in watching him play outside during
the few visits we made back home while my
husband was in the Army. The last time she
saw "Daniel", it was a beautiful, warm spring
day and he was running around on the lawn
laughing and playing as children do. my husband
was inside talking with his folks. "Mrs. C"
came over to visit with us and asked me to take
a tour of her garden to see all her spring
flowers in bloom. So, "Daniel" and I walked
with her through the garden admiring the Lilies
of the Valley, tulips, etc. and enjoying her
company. She then told me about the history of
She and her husband bought the home
as newly weds. It had been built by a ship's
carpenter in the 1800's. She then took me
inside. When you walked into the house, it was
like being transported back in time. It was
neat as a pin but the decor and furnishing were
very, very old. The house was tiny, when you
walked into the house from the driveway, you
were in the huge (comparatively speaking)
kitchen, straight ahead was the bathroom, off to
the right was a doorway that led to a very
small "front room" which had door to the outside
that was never used. Off the kitchen to the
left, was an extremely steep stairway (picture
stairs to an attic) that led to a bedroom with a
second smaller bedroom next to it. To get to
the second bedroom, you would have to walk
through the first. A tiny, compact home that
had served her well. She loved that house. I
thanked her for the visit and we said our
While still in Colorado, I heard from my in-laws
later that year that "Mrs. C's" health was
beginning to deteriorate and her daughters were
constantly telling her that she must move to
Florida to live with them or at the very least,
she should move into an "assisted living
facility". She had no intention of leaving her
home and decided to prove to her daughters that
she was physically and mentally fit enough to
stay where she was - so, she purchased an
exercycle. She set it up in the kitchen and
began to use it. She apparently died of a heart
attack while using the exercycle. She was found
in the kitchen next to it.
We arrived back in Maine about a month after her
death. We heard that "Mrs. C's" daughters had
advertised that the house was for rent and at a
very affordable rate; I thought, great! We
would be next door to my in-laws, close to my
family (within 10 miles) and close to where my
husband had landed a job AND it was
inexpensive. It was perfect! The rent was
quite low because "Mrs. C's" daughters wanted
someone who would move into the house "as is" -
in other words, they had not removed anything from
the house, not even the family bible, the only
possessions they had taken was some jewelry and
a few odds and ends - and the fact that they
wanted to sell it soon, meant that the tenants
would have to be willing to move out quickly.
Needless to say, they had not been successful in
renting the home under those terms until we came
Our furnishings were still in transit
and we would put them into storage while we
lived there. In the meantime, we would have an
inexpensive place to live until it was sold!
I wasn't a person who believed in ghosts or the
paranormal, I didn't dismiss it either. I had
never really given it a whole lot of thought one
way or another. My family is religious and
ghosts, paranormal activities, etc. were never
really discussed. My limited knowledge about
such things was about to change.
The first few days were uneventful. It was a
bit eerie though, (even for me) to use the same
dishes, silverware, towels, etc. that "Mrs. C"
had used so recently but the house had a "warm
and welcoming" feeling to it. Anyway, a few
days after we had settled in, I had come
downstairs to start making breakfast for my son
who was still asleep. My husband was not yet
home as he was working the midnight shift at a
local paper mill. When I entered the kitchen,
every single cupboard door and drawer were
open! (The cupboards had an old-fashioned latch
type lock to secure them closed.) I knew that
my husband couldn't have done it because he had
been at work all night, my son was too small to
reach the cupboards and I would have heard him
leave his bedroom even if he had gotten up
during the night - which he didn't. He would
have had to pass through my bedroom to get to
the stairs and he had a great deal of difficulty
navigating them because they were so steep - I
would have heard him. I thought the house must
be settling and dismissed it.
I mentioned it to my husband when he got home
that morning and he agreed the house was very
old and must be settling.
However, the next morning was exactly the same!
Every cupboard and drawer was open! At this
point, I didn't know what to think, so I decided
to make sure that it couldn't be my son sneaking
by me during the night to open the cupboards.
When I went to bed that evening, I closed and
latched the door at the bottom of the stairs.
There was no way my son would be able to unlock
the door, it was near the top of the door and he
would not be able to reach it. We went to bed
as usual that night - with the door locked.
Once again, I came down the stairs, unlocked and
opened the door to the kitchen and everything
was wide open. Now I was really stumped. I
just decided that this was part of living in an
old house, no big deal. But this was just the
The next day I was washing dishes. There was a
small mirror hooked to the wall, right next to
the sink that had an "accord ian" type arm on
it. You could push it against the wall or pull
it out on the long extended arm. I didn't know
why she would have had it there as the bathroom
was only a couple of steps away with a mirror
but who knows... The little "accordian" mirror
was at eye level when you stood at the sink. As
I was washing dishes, I happened to look into
the mirror and I saw the bottom half of a
bright, white, flowing dress as someone walked
by. I could only see the bottom half of
this "person" as the mirror was small and was
tilted down slightly. My son was upstairs
napping, my husband was not home. As soon as I
saw the gown pass by, I whipped around to see
who it was but there was no one in the room! I
know what I saw. It was a woman slowing walking
past in a long, bright, white "old fashioned"
dressing gown. I thought, I've just seen a
ghost! Nah, impossible. I went back to doing
the dishes when I "felt" that she was back in
the room, I turned quickly and saw the rocking
chair slowly rocking. There was a small rocking
chair in the kitchen by a large window. I
learned from my in-laws that "Mrs. C" used to
enjoy looking out the window while rocking.
This happened several times while we lived there
and I just got used to it. I still didn't think
much about what I was seeing but I knew I wasn't
imagining it. It didn't bother me one way or
the other and I certainly wasn't frightened. My
husband didn't know what to say about my
experiences as they only seemed to happen to me
but he kept an open mind.
The following weekend my husband and I went to
bed around 10:00 p.m. We had watched some
television and even though he worked the
midnight shift, he was tired enough that evening
to go to up to bed for a while. We both
instantly fell asleep. Suddenly, from a sound
sleep, I found myself sitting up in bed at full
attention. I was confused and anxious because I
thought someone had said something to me -
directly and urgently into my ear. I quickly
looked around the room but saw nothing then I
heard it again - a clear and concise
message "Hurry, hurry, the baby needs you!!
NOW!!!!!" I found myself leaping out of bed and
running into "Daniel's" room, he was only a few
steps away and I hadn't heard him in distress -
I am a light sleeper. I ran into his room and
turned on the bedside lamp, what I saw next
terrified me. There was a HUGE, and I mean HUGE
spider creeping slowing toward his ear - he was
I have an unnatural fear of spiders even though
I live in an area that has no poisonous spiders
and the biggest spiders here (which most people
would consider small) are usually dock spiders
near the water. I quickly snatched him out of
the bed and screamed for my husband. He came
running in and couldn't believe the size of it.
He quickly got rid of it and I held "Daniel"
close to us in our bed for the rest of the night.
The next day, my husband asked me how I knew
that the spider was there. When I told him that
someone had awakened me with an urgent message
to go into his room, he believed me.
If I hadn't been told to go into his room, I
don't know what would have happened to my
son...perhaps nothing but I am certainly glad
that I had been given the warning.
It then began to dawn on me that we had someone
watching out for us. I knew then that "Mrs. C"
had not left her beloved home and she was still
here. Her subtle "open cupboard" message, and
image in the mirror now made sense. Her urgent
message to me about the spider was undeniable.
She obviously was happy that we were here and
she was watching over my son.
If we could have bought the house then and
there, I would have. However, we had no hope of
being able to afford a house in the near future
and I knew we would only be here for a short
while. That depressed me a bit because I had
never had something like this happen to me or
any member of my family and I wanted to have her
help for as long as possible. I now considered
her my son's "guardian".
There is more...
A couple of weeks later...it had started to snow
and it was very dark, even for a winter night in
Maine. My husband was at work. I had stayed up
late reading, I just wasn't tired which was
unusual for me. Around midnight, I finally
decided to go up to bed and try to force myself
to sleep. I checked on my son, got my pj's on,
turned off the light and snuggled into the
blankets. Within a couple of minutes, I heard
her voice again. I wasn't sleeping this time
and the urgency in her voice was so pronounced,
she was nearly yelling at me. She told me to
get my pistol and load it (I have always had a
hand-gun nearby, just in case, but with a
toddler around, we kept it up in a closet,
unloaded, with the bullets in a separate area.)
You can imagine my shock at hearing this but I
trusted her and did as she said. Once the
pistol was loaded, she told me to go downstairs
and lock all the doors and windows, including
the front door which is never used. Usually, I
didn't lock the doors. Not only did she
instruct me to lock the doors but she told me to
take one of the kitchen chairs and turn it
around with the back propped up against the
doorknob. I had never done this before but she
said it would be harder for "him" to get in if
he broke the lock. I am now in full adrenaline
mode, gun in hand and running for all I'm worth
to secure the house.
As soon as I had locked everything and propped
the chair under the door knob, I ran back
upstairs to put me between whoever was coming
and my son.
The only phone in the house was in the kitchen
next to the now locked, bolted and chair-propped
door. That door had a huge window with
a "french door" type storm door beyond it, in
other words, if you were in any part of the
kitchen you could be seen from that door. I
briefly thought of calling my father-in-law, who
was just next door (next door meaning about 3
acres away-well out of earshot) but I hadn't
seen anything yet. I couldn't call him to say
that "Mrs. C" was warning me about an impending
encounter - at midnight. Besides, their lights
were off, I could see that far through the
bathroom window, so I knew they were in bed.
I had just reached my bedroom when I heard
it... Someone was at the kitchen door, I heard
breaking glass. Without being able to see into
the kitchen, I knew "he" had broken one of
the "french door" windows and was now working on
the inside door. He was pounding the door with
such force that I knew he had broken the lock.
The only thing between him and me and my son was
the propped up chair. He must have seen the
chair because he became more violent once the
lock was broken and he still couldn't get the
I knew I had to do something because he would
eventually get in. I raced to the bottom of the
stairs and edged the gun around the corner
without showing myself. I screamed to him that
I was armed and that if he came into my home, I
was going to shoot him. I told him to look at
the gun and decide if it was worth it.
The banging and pounding stopped, he never said
a word. I eventually gathered the courage to
look around the corner and he was gone. I ran
to the phone, gun still in my shaking hands and
called my father-in-law. He instructed my
mother-in-law to call the police and he came
running across the lawn in his housecoat with a
shot gun. He is former military and believes in
protecting his family, too. He got to the house
in minutes, the police arrived and were able to
track "him" into the woods because he had been
running through the fresh snow.
They lost him
once they got into the deep woods but they said
I had probably scared him away for good. Yeah,
right. He was caught several months later when
he broke into a neighbor's home less than a mile
Anyway, I have no idea what would have happened
to us if "Mrs. C" hadn't told me what to do. I
have never been so frightened in my life. She
instructed me through every step of the whole
After that episode, my husband got another job-a
DAY job and we had to move. I hated to leave
her protection, but we had to move closer to my
husband's new job as the commute would have been
I now know that there is a form of life after
death and I will be eternally grateful to "Mrs.
C" for protecting my family.
I secretly and selfishly hoped she would follow
us, but she didn't.
She told her daughters that she wouldn't leave
her home...and she didn't.