Miss Ivey

Name:            Steve
Email:           steveatl1@excite.com
Location:        Atlanta
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Wednesday, March 22, 2000
Time:            02:29 PM

I bought a 1920's restored craftsman bungalow in an older neighborhood in Atlanta, GA, in November of 1996. I remember the sale was stressful, but I moved in...had immediately fallen in love with the house when I had first seen it. 

I lived alone for about 3 months, and then a roommate moved in the following spring. Anyhow, I experienced a few things early on. I had a medium-sized toolbox on a foot wide shelf that was in my kitchen, over my washer and dryer. 

One night, alone in the house, at about 4 am I awoke to this CRASH sound in the kitchen. Upon investigating, the toolbox had fallen on my washer. I thought maybe I had placed it in a precarious position, so I pushed it well back to the back of the shelf and went back to bed. I do not live near a busy road, subway, or railroad; in fact, it's quite quiet near my home. The next night, at the same time, I awoke to the same CRASH. The box had fallen again. Now this really spooked me...I'm a science major. There is no way this could have happened. 

Other things that happened is that there is often a strange odor in my bedroom and the middle den...it comes and goes, and smells musty. Could just be dampness in the crawlspace. I've had roommates now for the last few years and things have really calmed down. I found out that an old black woman lived there last and died there in the front bedroom. Her name was Miss Ivey. I walked around the house one night and asked Miss Ivey to never show herself to me, and that we could live there together peacefully. It really helped. 

However, one roommate, who knew nothing of my ghost, and he slept in her room, told me that "something" pushed him across the bed one night before he fell asleep. I told him it was the ghost, and he said he didn't believe in ghosts. Another time a friend and I were watching TV, my roommate was out of town, and my friend distinctly 'felt' the floor boards move as if someone had walked by the room on the way to the kitchen. This happened three times, and he didn't know about my 'ghost' either. All of this seems to have stopped for now. 

I feel like Miss Ivey is protecting the place; I like having her there.