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Last night was amazing! I already wrote about this on my Whaley House page on my website, so I'm just going to copy and paste it here:

I happen to have had a personal ghostly experience in the Whaley House when I was a child and would love to share it with you. These days all of the rooms are glassed off so you can’t go inside them. When I was a kid though, there was only a rope keeping you from going in the rooms, and well, that wasn't going to stop me from going in!

In one of the rooms I went in I remember extremely vividly looking in a long mirror and seeing behind me a young boy (about 5 yrs. old) in a 19th century-style outfit. He had suspenders, a paperboy hat, knee highs, etc. He was talking to a beautiful lady who actually kept looking at me through the mirror and giving me a mischevious smile. She didn't seem evil, but devious. The weird thing about her was that she was all green! I mean green face, clothes, hair, etc. I wasn't scared though. I was intrigued. I heard people coming up the stairs and I instinctively turned to see who it was. The little boy and lady were nowhere to be seen when I looked behind me & when I turned back to look in the mirror, the only person looking at me was my own reflection. The ghostly pair had vanished. It was an amazing experience. At such a young age, when my imagination was still going full-force, it was impossible for me to fully wrap this experience around my head. Regardless though, it has remained vividly in my memory ever since.

Until last night, the only mention I have ever heard or read about a green lady in the Whaley House was in a book I was thumbing through about 8 years back in Old Town. It briefly mentioned a green female spirit that haunts Old Town accompanied with a cheesy illustration of a green ghost woman. I've been kicking myself in the ass ever since for not at least writing down the title and author of that book.

Fast forward to October 31st, 2010. I went to Old Town that night and there was a
group of ghost hunters there advertising their group and putting together haunted tours of the Whaley House. I decided to talk to them about my experience and get their take on it. To my surprise, they were actually very interested in my story and believed me (unlike most people). One of the ladies asked if I would look at some of the female ghosts they were able to capture on camera there and of course, I naturally agreed.

The first photo was of Anna Whaley, the mother. I immediately said no and that she wasn't the lady I saw. She then showed me a second ghostly photo of a female (I can't remember who she said that woman was). Again, no. I explained that she looked to be in her twenties and was beautiful. They both said at the same time “Violet”. They then showed me a ghost photo of Violet, the daughter who committed suicide there. Immediately I knew it was her. They then both got really excited when they realized that Violet had been seen with a green orb around her numerous times and was, in fact, associated with that color. I cannot tell you how excited I was to not only put a face and name to the female ghost that I had seen, but to also have people believe me and give me props for seeing her!!  

Since I learned that the female ghost I saw was Violet Whaley, I began reading up on the Whaley family more. I then learned that a young girl was rumored to haunt the house, but a psychic ghost-hunting group who frequents this place all agreed that there is no spirit of a young girl there but instead of a young boy. That too would go right along with the little boy I saw there! This is all so exciting for me!

Here is a photo of the room I was in when I witnessed the apparitions (which is now glassed off, as shown in the photo):

Maybe I should be part of their ghost-hunting crew......or maybe not. I've had waaaayyy too many hauntings in my life and the one thing I've learned is that I don't like ghost friends in my life at all!



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