Southern Ghost Stories

If you read my About Me page. you know that I grew up in a haunted house. We moved there when I was seven. The house was not unfamiliar to me. It was the house my mother grew up in. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived there with her parents. We called them Mama and Papa.

When Mamaw remarried she moved in with her new husband and my parents took the house. I have no memory of being told of hauntings, but somehow it was just accepted. There were ghosts in the house.

My first encounter was a shadow figure. More than one night I woke to find a tall shadow figure at the bottom of my bed. It unnerved me at first, but I was never truly scared. I came to understand that the figure was my grandfather. He had died when my mother was only seven and he died in that house. I realized that he was just there to check on his grandchildren.

Over the years many incidences of ghostly or supernatural activity occurred. Some I was privy to and some experienced by my sister, Donna.

Doors opened and closed on their own. Odd, but consistent, tapping noises were heard. Both my mother and sister witnessed a ghostly white figure drifting down the stairs.

There's even the story of the haunted typewriter! After receiving the ancient typewriter from the widow of the man who owned it we all experienced nights of typing coming from the room it sat in.

I think Southerners are more likely to accept ghost stories. It's just a part of life. The house is still there, but my parents moved out many years ago. I often wonder if the people who live there now experience any of the spooky goings on.

Do you have any ghost stories of your own? I would love to hear about them.