Old Hag Ghost

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: Small Town, KS
Source: Form Submission

I grew up in small town Kansas, and this story was told to me by a good friend who moved to a similar small town thirty miles away from me.

Several years ago, "DAN", earned a job as a weed specialist for this small town's COOP. The job gave him a large enough raise to buy himself and his family a house. About his family D. was a widower, having a wife that died from cancer. At the moment he got this job, he was supporting three young children: 3, 6, and 7--all girls. Anyway, he ended up buying an old Victorian, two story house dirt cheap. D. just figured that the price was indicative of living in small towns. He was wrong.

Three months after living in the house, he started to notice an interesting occurrence. It seemed that every night, at around 12:00, he noticed an old woman, dressed in white, that would walk down his street. He himself would walk alone late at night, in order to ease the memories of his wife; and he just assumed that this woman was doing likewise.

Well, pretty soon, it became a game of his to watch this woman walk pass from the window in his room. He would set up signs and objects to get her to notice him looking at her. She would never respond though, and D. just thought the old woman didn't care to be friendly.

Time went on, and the old woman continued to show up. But she did change her route. Every night she seemed to walk closer and closer to his house. She originally started in the street and worked her way to the sidewalk.

This started to frighten D. a little bit, and before he could muster up the courage to confront this strange woman, he was forced to leave town for a week.

So he did, leaving his children in the care of a baby sitter.

He came back a week later, and before going to bed for the night, he decided to check on his "friend." She didn't show! He thought that she had maybe died, being a rash of deaths in the town. Soon, he forgot about her.

One night, at around midnight, he thought he heard noises coming from his children's room downstairs. He opened the door and was nearly shocked to death. In the window above his daughter's bed was the woman, looking down upon the children. The woman glanced upward, smiled at D., smiled down at the children--and then disappeared.

Needless to say, D. got the hell out of that house and that town.

After he told me this story, I decided to do some research.

Came to find out that the house belonged to an old woman who had been mercilessly teased and taunted by the area children because of her looks. She vowed to get revenge.

Another strange coincidence was that the town had a dis- proportionate amount of child diseases and deaths.

Thanks for letting me tell D.'s story.