The following report was sent into our website by Rachel on Feb 10, 2006:
“The experience happened to my sister, and I am going to relate to you what she told me. She was 10 at the time, and I was 13. We were visiting my mom’s aunt and uncle, who had a farmhouse in old Mennonite country. When we arrived there, we were really creeped out, because they had headstones lining the border of their front lawn, which were eerily illuminated by our headlights as we arrived there at night. The next day (in broad daylight, of course) my sister and I examined the headstones. They were from the 19th century, many for children who had died young. It was kind of disturbing. When we asked my mom’s aunt about the tombstones, she explained they had moved them and the cemetery was in the front yard. Ew.
Our second night in their home, my sister and I were moved to the old master bedroom where we slept that night. When I awoke in the morning, my sister was a little upset. She told me that she had awakened in the middle of the night on her back (she never sleeps on her back) with her toes pointed toward an old rocking chair in the corner. She looked straignt ahead of her where at the corner of the bed, a woman in 19th century dress was staring at her. She immediately pulled the covers over her head and tried everything to wake me up, including shaking and pinching me. I am a light sleeper, so it’s really funny that I did not wake up. She swears (and she is not the kind of person that has an overactive imagination) that this happened.
Practically sitting on a cemetery, I’m not surprised we saw something. With children having died there, maybe it was a mother who could not rest because of her angst over her lost children. Who knows. Interesting to speculate why she appeared to my sister.”