There’s still time for a York County ghost story
Yes, Halloween has come and gone, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention some paranormal happenings in York County.
One of the stories happens to be from a good friend of mine, Whitney Stover, whose mom passed away a little more than a year ago. I was present for a “happening” related to Whitney.
Whitney is part of a group of ladies that I scrapbook with occasionally in the Stoverstown area. One time, not long after her mom passed, Whitney looked at the door of the room we meet in and said, “It feels like she’s just going to walk in at any minute and join us.” The amazing thing? The door opened a bit, then softly closed. Now, this is a HEAVY outside door – and it hadn’t even been cracked before. Needless to say, all of us there were pretty shocked.
Now, I’m sure there are some of you who don’t believe in ghosts. I’m not one of them. I believe that I have seen things that were a bit out of the ordinary. When I was about 8 or 9 years old, at the house I grew up in (on Blackberry Road in northern Dover Township), I walked out of our bathroom, heading through my parents’ room to go downstairs. As I walked into Mom’s room, there was a woman standing at her dresser, looking into one of Mom’s jewelry boxes. As Mom certainly had friends at the house on occasion, I didn’t think much of it. The woman turned to me and said, clear as day, “You’re Joan’s daughter.” Again, I didn’t think much of it, just said, “Yes,” and went on my way. Later, I asked my mom who the lady was – imagine my surprise when, as I described her, Mom told me that was HER mom, who died long before I was born, and who I’d never seen a picture of. And the jewelry box the woman had been looking at had been my grandmom’s.
Strange things do happen in York County, and that one made a “ghost believer” out of me. So when I read the stories in this month’s “Remember” installment, all I could think was, “Oh, thank goodness I’m not crazy.”
How about it? Ghosts? Yes or no?