When I was nine years old in the late 1970's, my twin sister and I were playing in our long driveway at the very end near the back side door and garage. Our house was big and old with two stories. My parents only used the front part of the driveway to park their cars and sectioned it off by putting up a fence with a gate a little past the middle of the driveway. The garage was at the end and was used for storage only.
It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon when we were playing in the driveway, my parents were both in the living room with my father at the dining room table reading through "his" important papers, and my mother on the sofa reading one of her woman's magazines.
I forget exactly what we were playing in the driveway, but we were really into it when out of nowhere we hear a soft, very sweet woman's voice calling out "excuse me, excuse me". We stopped what we were doing and both look up towards the gate where the voice was coming from. Seeing a very pretty youngish woman, about 30ish, standing there at the fence behind the gate, we both just automatically not thinking anything of it, walked right up to her. We did notice immediately that she did not look like anyone else we had ever seen and that her clothes were of another time like from the 30's or 40's. She had that short waved hair they wore then, a hat with the mesh like veil covering her forehead and a black skirt suit on with a matching jacket that you see in the old movies of that time. She wore black gloves that was also worn by women in that time period.
She rested both of her hands over the gate. She had a very pretty smile with red lipstick on and we both remember her creamy white skin and green eyes. The lipstick is the only makeup we remember her wearing. She smelled nicely also, we both will never forget her perfume smell.
As we were standing there looking up at her in wonderment because she was a young woman, not an old woman, wearing these old style clothes and hair and very pretty, she then asked us both "where is your father?", "can I please see your father?".
We both thought it was strange but I managed to tell her "I'll go get him", we both then go through the back side door, ran in the house and into the living room where my parents were and yelled "Mom, Dad, there is a really pretty lady in the driveway wearing old style clothes asking to see Dad", "Dad come on", I said, "she wants to see you and is asking for you..." My mom always being the skeptic just said "it's probably someone from church..." I knew it wasn't and so did my sister. And for some reason when my mother said that I honestly just knew in my heart it was a ghost, strange but true. My sister said she knew upon seeing her that it was a ghost but wasn't scared.
Onto the story, my dad gets up and follows us through the house without saying anything and we all three go out the back side door into the driveway and the young woman was gone. We told our dad it was true she was here, he just said "alright, alright", "I believe you", but didn't really sound convincing. We looked up and down the street and there was no sight of this strange woman.
To this day we talk about it, my mother says she also remembers this incident. It will always be a mystery to us as to who she was, a long dead relative of my father's coming by to say hello to him? Someone that had to do with the house before my parents bought it? We just will never know for sure. Thanks for reading.