Thomas Moore's Grandmother
The summer before my senior year, it was my turn to go to a summer course at Thomas Moore College. The college used to be a plantation built back in the late 1800’s and was later founded by my aunt. Every year one of my relatives get to go and it was my turn. I had arrived last and late so the only person I really knew other than my aunt was my roommate who I met that night.
She was studying at the library which is less than half a mile from the dorms (I’m telling you, this place was SMALL, even for a community college!). In order to get to the library, you have to follow a gravel trail that passes a barn, the cafeteria, and the church on the right, and the faculty building on the left. The faculty building is where the family that built the plantation had lived. The only lighting is on the porches of each building and a single lamp post halfway down the trail.
It was dark out when I decided to go meet my roommate at the library. About 50 feet from the lamp post, I heard someone walking behind me. There were only a handful of students that were at this college so I thought might as well meet somebody new so I won’t be the loner of the group. However, when I turned to see who it was, no one was there. Keep in mind, I don’t believe in paranormal activity, ghosts, entities, or whatever you want to call them, I just don’t. I kept telling myself, get a grip, it’s dark, you’re alone, quit letting your imagination get the best of you, so I continued on the trail.
About 10 feet away from the lamp post, I heard the footsteps again, this time closer. I turned again to see, and again… no one. I was really getting angry with myself for letting my imagination go so wild, because it has never gone this wild before. But despite my efforts, I was scared, so I picked up my pace. By the time I reached the lamp post, for a moment I felt as though someone had dumped a tub of ice on me. Also, keep in mind; it was about 90 degrees outside so this scared me that much more and I decided it was best if I just went back to the dorms.
As I briskly power walked back to the dorms, something inside made me turn back towards the faculty building. So I did, in time to see a white glittery shadowy floating figure float through the front door.
A week later, we were celebrating my birthday when my aunt told us the story of the family that once lived there. The grandmother had died in the home and often wanders about the plantation to this day. I don’t know whether or not I should believe what I saw, but after I had told my story, my aunt thoroughly believes I had an encounter with the old woman.