My Grandma used to be crazy obsessed with Geneology and family history. I remember in my Grandparents house growing up they had... As most basements go, a creepy basement. My Grandma had a room down there fully dedicated to family history. It was cram packed full of books, journals, piles and piles of old pictures and scrapbooking things. All the walls were almost completely covered with those old creepy black and white pictures of different families, you know the ones where none of them are smiling? Yeah creepy. It was also filled with pictures of my mom and her brothers and sisters growing up. Some of my Grandmas life as well. Going into that room alone always scared me. It was cold, and too quiet. I felt like all the people in those pictures were watching me.
This story I personally don't remember because I was so little... Maybe 3 years old. My whole family still talks about it though. One day my Grandma was baby-sitting me, I was downstairs in the basement playing with toys when I came up stairs and I told my Grandma that there was a lady down stairs who told me to go get my Grandma because she wanted to meet with her. I grabbed my Grandma's hand and led her down stairs to where I had seen this lady. She said that I led her into that family history room. When we got back there, the lady was gone. My Grandma asked me what she looked like, and I said that she was wearing a white dress, with black hair. She grabbed a picture she had on her desk and asked me if that was the lady I saw and I said yes. It was a picture of someone in our family who my Grandma was working on the family history for that day.
I don't remember this but like I said, my family still talks about it. My Grandma was not scared about it, but it creeped everybody else out. After that happened a lot of family was even more creeped out about going down in that room. It became a little family joke whenever anybody went downstairs to tell the lady in white hello.