When very imaginative people grow up next door to an old historical graveyard, it is a given that their house is haunted. Our house, being spittin' distance from the above graveyard, certainly had all the necessary elements required for a haunting. The gravestone above is that of the first governor of Alabama, William Wyatt Bibb. We always considered his ghost to be of the friendly sort. I mean, who would venture to think that a public servant such as a governor could come back as a mean ghost??? All encounters with Gov. Bibb were of the neighborly sort, but he wasn't the only haint in the hood. It was rumored that our house was built on an ancient indian burial ground (that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.) I've already mentioned some of the strange happenings that occurred in our house, like levitating objects, but that was only the beginning of the spooky stuff...
The governor's family was buried in this graveyard, and some were infants and small children. At times when the night was just dark enough and the wind was blowing just right, we could hear through our open windows the crying of babes in the middle of the night. There were also times when we could hear the sounds of an old-fashioned party going on over in that direction - the tinkling of champagne glasses and the faint sounds of cheerful mingling on the wind. You never knew when you'd hear footsteps in the hallway or voices on the breeze.
Stay tuned for the story of how Bibb's death was reinacted before our eyes one frightfully stormy night...
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