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Memories of my old home when I lived with my mother flood my mind frequently. Thinking of the big beautiful house, the fun my sisters and I shared, and of course of the Lady in the Hall. The Lady in the Hall? Well, that is what I called her. I was very young when I would see her, and it was strange...but I never felt like I should not communicate with her. The first experience with her scared me, but only because it was as if she had snuck up on me. She never seemed harmful, she never spoke, and she never seemed to mind that I was in HER hallway. I was just a little girl around the age of five, and it was shortly after my parents had split-up that I noticed this presence. Maybe she felt more at ease with the man out of the house, I don't know. At any rate, I remember playing in the room farthest down the long hallway, when I heard my mother call out to me...asking me to please come downstairs. I got up from playing with my doll house and began walking down the long hall. It was dark, one of my sisters had apparently felt it necessary to turn off the light. As I made my way to the stairs, there on the top landing, was a white form, a woman dressed in a gown, holding what looked like an umbrella in her hand. Her hair was done up in a bun, and I could tell that she had dark hair. She had a slight smile, was tall, and seemed to have a large build. I just stared at her, she was right where I needed to go to get down the stairs. I could not move, I just watched her. About two minutes later my mother called out to me again. I knew I had to get downstairs, and so I ran past her. My mother asked what I was doing, and I just said nothing, just was playing. The next few days, I never said anything about what I saw. I was a little girl who could not quite understand what it was. For the next few weeks I would see the Lady in the Hall. Usually it was while I was playing. It seemed like she watched me for her own amusement. I had the sense that she enjoyed children, and that was a nice feeling. Late one evening, before I had to get my bath, my mother called out to me again. I walked down the hallway, again it was dark. There she was again, only this time she was not smiling, she looked angry, and she scared me. She was not mad at me, but something was telling me that something was not quite right with her. I cannot explain the feeling, it was just not right. I had asked her what was wrong, what was the matter, and why would she not talk to me? My mother again called out, and was angry that I had not come down. I told The Lady I had to go. When I got to my mother, she asked who I was talking to. I told her, the Lady that lives in the Hall. I will never forget the look on my mothers face, she was taken aback, and looked very worried, and very scared. She asked me who she was, what she looked like, and the such. Around midnight, my sisters and I were woken by the sound of my mother shrieking. Something was shaking her bed, and she was convinced she saw a ghost at the foot of it, shaking as if it were trying to tell her something. My mother saw a different ghost though, this was not the one that I had seen. My mother described a much different version of what I had seen. My spirit was pretty, and nice, and this one was mad, confused, and was in tattered clothing. Was it the same woman, just at a different time in her life? A few weeks later, my oldest sister saw something. She too saw something mean and unhappy....what was going on? I only saw her a few more times, and then she was gone. I think about the Lady in the Hallway frequently now that I am older. I wonder why she was happy, and then sad, and mad....what was she trying to tell me? Why was she so adamant about getting my mothers attention that night? We will never know. Wherever she is, I hope she has found what it was she was looking for, or who. The thought of her still lingers with me today. Anonymous
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