From Elizabeth,

I grew up in South Georgia in a "normal ranch style home". But, it was far from normal. I'm a grown woman now with children of my own, but I can still remember my ghostly encounters as if they happened yesterday. I need to give a little bit of background information on the house before I begin my story.

It was originally built in the 1960's by a couple who had one child, a son. They longed for more children but were never able to have any more. When their son turned sixteen, he wanted a motorcycle for his birthday. Being an only child they usually gave him what he wanted. The father purchased a motorcycle for him but his mother for once didn't agree that he should own one. She was very afraid of losing her only child and felt that motorcycles were too dangerous for a young teenager to own. The house was only 1 mile from school so she gave in finally but with one condition, he could only drive it to school and back. If he wanted to go anywhere else he would have to drive the family car.

Being a reckless teenager he snuck off one day for a joyride on his beloved motorcycle and never returned. He lost control of it a few miles from home and died instantly. The mother never got over it. She resented her husband for ever buying the motorcycle in the first place. She died about 15 years later of a heart attack. But her husband told my father that she grieved herself to death. The man decided to sell the house after her death and move to Florida. He had shared the story with my dad during the purchase of our home. With that said I can continue my story.

My parents stayed in touch with the original owner for a couple of years and he had remarried by then. From the moment we moved in, (I was 4) my mother said that I always played with an "imaginary" boy I nicknamed PEE WEE. She said that I talked to him all the time. But, she could always tell that the conversations were never one-sided. I would answer questions and carry on long conversations with him. This always gave my mom the creeps but she said I was never scared. This continued for about 3 years until I guess I quit seeing him. I can remember him a little but not as much as my later experiences. We would later learn that the couples only son was very lonely and he always wanted a younger sister to play with. His father had always called him PEE WEE. I never knew this until I was much older. We have always figured that he saw me as his little sister and his dream had finally came true. He had a sister to play with finally.

Now the rest of the story I remember very well. The wife was always very generous towards other children and spent alot of time babysitting for other families. This filled her needs for more children. I first recall seeing her when I was about 5. She was a very small framed woman with a pleasant smile. At night she would always "tuck me in" with a soft kiss on the cheek every night. I was never afraid of her. I told my mom about her often. One time I had wrecked my bicycle and suffered horrible wounds from it. My shoulders and my knee were the worst. After my mom would tuck me in my "other mother" would come in soon after. But during this time when I was in so much pain she set beside me on the bed all night comforting me in a way. This went on every night until I was healed. I could actually feel her touch. I told mom about her staying with me through the night during this time and for the first time someone else witnessed her. In the wee hours of the morning my mom came in to check on me and I told her I was okay because "she" was sitting with me. My mom turned on the lamp beside the bed and she saw a glow and on the bed right beside me she and could see an indention in the bed, as if someone were sitting there. My mom believed me at this point. She called her my guardian angel.

But soon my mom and her had an obvious disagreement. I got in trouble and my mom spanked me. This did not sit right with my friend. After that she started scaring my mom. For example; once when me and my older brother were playing down the street my mom thought she heard me crying. She ran from the back of the house to the front room where the noise was coming from. The second my mom entered the room the voice stopped. Still scared that I was hurt she ran down the street and found us playing with some friends. I hadn't been home at that time nor had my brother. Things continued to happen like this every time I would get in trouble. It began to esculate too. My mom had a prized rubber plant that sat in the corner of the living room. It was big and the trunk was thick. She had been given it on my parents wedding day. We went out of town for three nights and when we returned the plant had been literally sawed in half and the top of it lay in the middle of the room. There was no way that it could have happened naturally, nor had anyone broken in. When we saw it we knew exactly what had happened. She had done it.

More things like this happened until one day when my mom was taking a nap, she awoke to something smothering her with a pillow. She just barely got away. No one but mom was at home at the time. Even though she was mean to my mom she always continued to visit me and comfort me when I was sick. I think she was jealous of my mom but no one can ever be sure.

The visits continued for years until my mom simply told her to leave. That night while I was sitting in the den with my family reading a book, we heard a noise coming from the attic. We all we looking up at the ceiling when suddenly a gold cross on a gold chain fell from the ceiling and landed on my book. It had simple fell "through" the ceiling. Until then my dad and brother were unsure of the occurances. It was then that they believed. We didn't hear from her again until my son was born. I had stayed with my parents during the first few weeks following his birth because I was sick. I awoke one night and after giving him a bottle and placing him in his crib I turned around before lying back down in bed and guess who was looking at him? She was! She had a huge smile on her face and seemed to be talking to him. I couldn't help but smile. She had never really gone after all she had just run out of "children" to babysit. Since then I have had a daughter and my brother has a daughter. They have never been told these stories so there was no way for them to know. But all three of them played with an "imaginary friend" named Pee Wee growing up and they mention often that there is a woman in my old bedroom that just seems so nice.Once again there are children in the family home and she has begun "babysitting" again.

I still have the cross she gave me and I believe she gave it to me so that I'd always be protected.