With the coming of autumn and the chill in the air in the evenings, I’m in the mood for some old-fashioned ghost stories. “I don’t know how long I slept, but I awoke feeling that something was in the room with me. About a minute afterward it put its fingers on my mouth, and then stroked my nose. I thought of getting up, but was too frightened to move…”
The ghost of a murdered baby seen glowing in the window of its former house near Reynolds, Indiana–followed by a sighting of the infant’s killer carrying the child to its makeshift grave.