Friday, October 19, 2012

The slave at the door

An older woman from Chicago, traveling with her grown daughter, came on the tour recently. The woman had a story from when her daughter was just a baby.

She was in Alabama at her in-laws for the first time, a big sprawling house with a service wing. It was 2:00am and she was up in bed for the baby's regular feeding, her husband beside her, when she heard the door open and saw a slave man at the door, a shadowy tall figure with broad shoulders and distinct muscles. She desperately tried to wake her husband but he wouldn't wake. Then she heard her mother-in-law from the other room calling her.

"Do you see him?" her mother-in-law yelled.

"Uh huh," she said.

Apparently the figure had appeared to her mother-in-law as well. Her mother-in-law insisted that the ghost just wanted to see what a girl from the North looked like.

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