I am just starting to emerge from the madness of final exams and grading. The last few weeks it has been impossible to focus on posting, but I have been collecting.
A woman from Columbus Mississippi came on the tour Sunday, on a girl's weekend with a friend. She said when she was growing up she would complain to her parents about someone coming in her room at night. Her brother told their parents he prayed with a man every night. Her mother would often hear crying upstairs and come to check on them only to find them fast asleep. And other times she would here a music box, one that they did not have. I'm not sure if the hauntings were what motivated her family to move or not, but when they did pack up and leave, they found all the pieces to the children's toys, hopelessly lost for all the time they lived in the house, plied up neatly in the attic.