This event falls into the category of high wierdness. It took place when I was somewhere around 4 or 5 years old. I know it was before I started elementary school. As I explained in the first story I posted about my experiences in the house I grew up in, I was raised in a cotton mill house in a Southern cotton mill town, by my Paternal Grandmother, her sister (who was my Great Aunt) and my Great Aunt's daughter (my cousin). I had many unusual and often frightening experiences growing up in that house, and many of them seemed to be centered on my cousin's room. This event, however was not frightening... Just very puzzling
This particular day I was playing by myself in my cousin's room. I remember she had one of those old rotary fans sitting on a table there, the kind with the wide wire spaces and metal blades... But it wasn't plugged in at the time. As I was playing, suddenly into the room walked an old lady. I don't remember much about what she looked like, except she had grey hair pulled back in a bun and she had a kind face. She started to talk to me and one of the only things I remember her saying to me was to warn me never to put my fingers into that fan while it was running. I assured her I would not. Now, at the time I had been trying to learn to whistle. I'm not sure if I were doing that when she came in the room or not, but she asked me didn't I know that little girls aren't supposed to whistle? Then she started to sing a little song that went,
"Grandma Grunt said a curious thing, Boys can whistle but girls must sing."
She sang the little chorus for me and then we sang it together. I had never heard that song before, but I did hear it again when I got to grade school and we sang it in music class. Then, abruptly she said she had to leave. As she was walking out the bedroom door, I asked her her name and she smiled and said, "Granny Grunt." I jumped up and ran out to see where she went and she was gone. I asked my Grandma, Great Aunt and Cousin, who were all in the kitchen at the time where she went and they said nobody had been in the house. As a matter of fact, my cousin did not believe me and fussed at me for telling a lie, which hurt my feelings. Only my grandmother seemed to believe me.
The old woman was never seen again. So what was she? A ghost? A guardian angel? An old woman who wandered off the street into the house? Not likely since she got away so quickly. I would have seen her go out the front door.
I know this story might sound made up to some people, but on my honor it really did happen and is one of the great mysteries of my life.