A woman who'd grown up in Meraux, Louisiana, joined me the other night. She brought her son with her; she was showing him around her birthplace. If memory serves, she'd left on account of Katrina.
In one of the houses she'd lived in she had repeately seen a young woman in a white dress. The figure was young, 18-20 years old, and the white dress was long and flowing. As a young woman, she would often see this figure float down the hall.
Her mother told her she was crazy. Until one day they were sitting together in the living room and she saw the figure pass in the hallway again. She turned to her mother. "Did you see that?" Her mother nodded.
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