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W-File: gh_gb1.htm
Type:
Ghost
Location:
Green Bay, Wisconsin
Source: Shadowlands Ghost Page
The Dark Lady in Green Bay
by skylarker@
When I was about nine or ten, my mother, my sister and I, lived in an older two story brick
house. We rented the bottom half and an older lady lived upstairs. The older lady moved out
after awhile, to live with her daughter, so my mother rented the top half of the house too, so
that my sister and I could each have our own rooms. My sister got what was the "living room"
area of the upstairs apartment (it had once been a bedroom, and I got the actual bedroom. It
was really pretty with floral wallpaper and everything, very feminine. Across the room from
the door, there was another door which lead into a very smallish room, with slanted ceilings
(it was in the "gable" of the house) and a very small window. Off of this little room, was a
very little door that entered into a part of the attic.
I was pretty excited about the prospect of having my own room once again (we'd lived in many
many houses, and most of the time, I had my own room, I was pretty used to it). I even moved
my desk in the little room, which for some reason I named "the nursery" even though I was older
than that doll age and there was little physical evidence of the room ever being used as such.
It was always extremely cold in there and after a month, I moved my desk back. I was also
extremely uneasy about having that door open, and I would even prop things up against it,
because sometimes, even though it had a pretty good latch, it would open by itself in the
middle of the night.
Then, I specifically remember one night, I woke up and thought my mother was in the room. My
bed was situated so the door to the nursery was at the foot of my bed. Standing in front of the
door, at my feet, was an adult shape, but it was all shadows. I think that I covered my head
and tried to go back to sleep. Another time, when I was sick, I woke up and the shape was back.
I got the distinct impression that I had called out to my mom in my head, and the figure was
answering the call. I sat up a little bit, to see if it was shadows from the window or
something, but the figure remained. Then I let out a bloody scream for my mom and the figure
rushed across the room to the door leading into the hall. It passed directly through the light
coming off of the street, and it was definitely a solid black or shrouded figure. I got the
impression that it was a sad lady. I never told my mom because I didn't think that she would
believe me. Then, after a few more months, my mom moved us back downstairs because she could
no longer afford the rent for the upstairs. We moved again after another year.
There were some other strange things about this house. There were definite hollow spots in the
walls and strange noises came from them sometimes. Also, the basement had several different
rooms, including a coal room and this strange meat locker type room. I got the distinct
impression of evil that came from that room. Also, once I thought I saw a big grinning face in
the dark where that door was.
The strange thing about this, which makes me think that it wasn't just a nine-year-old's active
imagination (ok, well, the face may have been), is that about two years ago, I was talking with
my mom about ghosts and faces that you see out of the corner of your eye. I kept saying "Haven't
you ever done that? Thought you saw someone?" and she kept saying "No, never." After I let the
subject drop, she brought it up again. She said "Actually, remember the brick house on Shawano?
Remember when you girls were sleeping in that upstairs part? I went up there one day when you
were in school to pick up dirty towels and I was standing by your closet, looking out the
window when I just got this funny feeling. Then I thought I saw a woman standing there looking
at me, but when I turned my head she was gone. It was over by that little cold room in the
front of the house. Remember that room?"
I had never told her about the incident and, while I was growing up, we had lived in about
fifteen different houses, so there was no reason for her to just pick that house at random.
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