Mom’s Soap Box

October 31, 2007-The spookest day of the year is finally here. Ever since I was a kid I’ve loved Halloween. It’s a day to make believe your someone else. There is strange feeling in the air and you know by twilight all the ghouls and ghosts will be out.

Strange things do happen on Halloween, so beware and keep an eye open at all times-ohhh be scared be very scared.

Every Halloween needs a good ghost story. Here is one to tell your kids, but beware they may not sleep tonight.

It was Halloween in 1980, my friends and I decided to go to a cemetery on “All Hallows Eve” Urban Legand told of a ghost that haunted Mount Carmel Cemetery, in Pittsburgh, PA.

Mount Carmel was famous for George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead. Rumor had it was haunted.

My friends insisted I went with them to witness the ghost of a woman who dressed all in white and would stand in front of her husband’s tomb stone every Halloween. Her husband was killed in a tractor accident on Halloween in 1932. She would go to his tombstone every year after his death on Halloween and stand in front of his tomb stone and cry with her hands outreached.

Every year she would go never failing; she would stand and cry, and cry until that one Halloween in 1954 when they found her body stiff and cold, and dead. Every Halloween since then you can see her ghost standing in front of her husbands grave moaning.

All never forget that 1980 Halloween when I went to Mount Carmel Cemetery with my friends. I remember driving up to the cemetery my heart pounding. It was raining and a chill in the air. We slowly drove up to the grave with the headlights off; we could see a white figure standing with it’s arms outreached and then we heard the moans!

When we got closer to the tombstone we turned on the headlights. The moment we turned the headlights on the figure turned in our directions looking straight at us. At that very moment we heard a horrible scream. All at once we all started to scream and my friend who was driving put the car in reverse and hit the gas almost hitting a tree. We never spoke a word on the way home. The look on the figures face was one of pure anguish. A vison we will never forget. The only words that came out of our mouths was, “Did you see that.” but no one answered.

We never spoke of that Halloween night ever again. Was it real or just a statue; we will never know for sure?

Happy Halloween