A FEW years ago, I was sitting waiting for my husband to come home. It
was nearly midnight and everything was quiet. I looked up to the
mirror and saw an old grey-headed lady walking slowly across the room,
from the middle door to the back door. When I turned to look at her
she had gone. I sat a few minutes, dumbfounded, looking at the
mirror, and she came again. This she repeated three times and then
went for good. We could never keep a door locked at night. The doors
have been locked and bolted and, then, in the morning have been found
undone. People declared the house was haunted. After we left it no one
would live in it, so it was pulled down.