In an old farmhouse in Berkeley Springs, my ancestors have come from beyond their graves. In the early 1900's great grandmother Blanche's mother Minerva died. After her marriage she and her husband went to sleep. She had been very angry that day. She woke up and heard foot steps coming into her room. She closed her eyes and then felt something sit at the end of her bed. 'Don't worry sweety.' 'i'm here.' Minerva gave her a kiss and the ghost ran up the attic steps and out the roof. When Blanche felt her face, it was moist and warm.Now she felt safe. in 1966 when Blanche's husband died her son's son would lay on the couch down-stairs at night. He could hear pennies being flipped into an ash tray like
someone was passing time. my mother would stay at night to prove him wrong
but she would here the noise too. When Blanche passed away in the 1970's
the noise stopped. They claimed it was Grand Daddy Clem passing time until
his wife joined him. When i enter the house i feel like all of my dead
ancestors are all there. That's why there is a feeling of being loved when
i'm inside. Could they all be waiting for me?
