I hear that upstate New York is lovely, driving through I must agree. One of these days I hope to stop. But on my busy Sunday a few weeks back I had a family from there, although they had a Seattle connection too. People move around so much these days.
The young man in the group, while living in a house in Upstate New York, had been at home, walking down the second floor hallway, a narrow old hallway, and suddenly he felt compelled to turn around. Behind him a man walked out of the wall, carrying an axe, looked at the kids, and continued through the opposite wall.
One of the women in the group said that when her son was young, 4 or 5, and not reading yet, they had walked through an old grave yard in Washington State. There were leaves everywhere, and the graves were really old, late nineteenth century. Her son started talking to someone, though it was just the two of them. She asked him who he was talking to and he gave her a name. Then she asked how old the boy was and her son told her. On a hunch, she moved the leaves on the grave he was standing next too. The name was the same and the dates matched the age.