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My husband's grandmother died, so we went to New Jersey for the funeral. The town is an old Revolutionary war town and the whole town is said to be haunted. Well, I have been told stories for years now by my husband and MIL about "Mary", the spirit f a nun that lived in the attic. It's not that I didn't believe the stories, I had just never had my own experience with a ghost, so it was a cute anecdote.
Well, we drive from Columbus, Ohio to Bordentown, New Jersey. We get there at like 4 in the morning. We took our bags and walked to the house. As soon as we walked in the door, the heaviest scent of roses I've ever smelled hit me in the nose like Muhammad Ali. I asked my husband if he smelled it, and he said no. Then we went out on the porch for one last cig before bed. It was a screened in porch with chairs and a little table. While we were sitting there it felt like someone was pulling on my pant leg. I thought it might be road fatigue so I brushed it off, finished my cig, and went to bed.
The funeral was the next day and there wasn't much activity. The night before we left to come home is when I had my big encounter. We had been up in the attic looking through some old family relics. When we finished I was the last one down and as a courtesy I told Mary we were leaving and thanked her for allowing us in her space. Well, I was in the bathroom on the second floor where the only bathroom is in the house, and all the lights in the house were off. I walked to the top of the stairs so I could go down to our bed. I stopped at the top so I could get a good eye on the stairs so I could go down without falling and breaking my neck. As I stood there, I felt a strong presence standing behind me. I whispered to Rob that I couldn't see and he luckily had the Maglite in his hand and turned it on the stairs for me. I raced down those stairs like a kid running from a monster in the closet. I got to bed, and told Rob what happened and he told me that he felt that all the time at the top of the stairs, too. We were laying in bed talking and we heard movement up in the attic. We giggled and hid under the blanket for a second. All of a sudden, something grabbed my foot. I jerked my foot away snuggled into my husband and closed my eyes. I went to sleep and woke up the next morning to come home.
The story has it that Mary doesn't touch someone unless she likes them. She had touched my husband when he was a baby, and also touched my husband's blind grandfather. He felt her sit on the bed and grab his hand. He asked Rob's grandmother what she was doing and she yelled at him from her bedroom about who he was talking to. So, I may have been totally freaked out, but it was very cool.
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