A Phone Call from Beyond?

From: Cory (Dollemaker65@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Parkersburg, WV
Source: Form Submission

This happened to me a few years back when I was 16 or 17, in the early eighties.

We were very excited when we moved into a beautifully restored old house in a nice area of town. We didn't really know anything of it's history, just that an old woman had lived there before us, and that the house was completely renovated before we moved in. It had to be, because the old woman had done some really strange things to it, like soaping the walls.

I didn't know until recently, but my sister who was 4 or 5 at the time began talking about the lady that came into her room. The lady had white things hanging about her according to my sister. My mother found out later that the old woman never went outside without wrapping herself in guaze, and the neigborhood children were frightened of her and called her the mummy lady. Maybe she had a sensitivity to sunlight? My mother believed my sister even before she heard of the guaze because she often felt a presense.

I knew that my mother felt as if she were watched, but never felt anything like it myself and had always been at ease in the house. One night I was alone in the house, which seldom happened. Usually when my parents were gone I watched my sister, happy to have the spending money. I don't know why she was with them this time, but I believe they were bowling.

I decided to call one of my girlfriends, probably to talk about boys, and went into the family room to pick up the phone. There was no dial tone. I started to push the button to hang up when a female voice I had never heard before said my name in a monitone. For some reason that voice really got my attention. I didn't hang up but I found myself unable to say a word. The voice said my name over and over, in exactly the same tone. I finally broke my paralysis and slammed down the phone. I picked it up a few minuted later, certain that I had lost my mind and was imagining it all, only to hear the same voice, saying nothing but my name. I slammed the phone down again, and ran to my bed room and locked the door. A glutton for punishment I went back in and picked up the phone about ten monutes later and to my relief, heard a dial tone, though I had lost my appetite for girlish conversation.

I don't know why, but I never told anyone until recently. I guess I was afraid that I people would think I was crazy, but I really believed it was the old woman. My mom is gone and I can't tell her about it and compare notes, but my sister believes me.

Oddly enough that is not the only haunted house we ever lived in, but I will tell the story of that house in another article.