The Legend of Youngs Corner II

PART II
The Old Woman Arrives + The Ghost of the Blue Room

One day, I see the old woman walking her dog along the treeline, through the glass doors in the living room that look out onto the field and forest. My Mother sits at the living room table, facing the glass doors, going over some papers. I walk to kitchen for a few seconds, and when I return to the living room I see a horrible sight. Standing directly in front of the doors, just inches from the glass, is the old woman. Dressed in black robes, her face is wrinkles, her eyes glitter. A half smile is set upon her face. An almost pleasant smile, and yet incredibly sinister. Her dog barks. I tap my Mother’s shoulder, she looks up and screams. We both look upon the old woman in wonder and horror. Slowly, the old woman walks back and leaves. It was a memory that would live for me forever.

During that summer, our family visited Bar Harbor. We dined at a Mexican restaurant. After the meal, our Mother tells us of a childhood ghost story. She was young, around 10 years old.

1972

The story happened in my Grandparents house, the one that sat on the hill overlooking the lake. At the top of the great staircase and to the left is the door to the blue room. My Mother and her sisters slept there. Upon walking in the room, immediately to the left was the bunk-bead where my Mother and the youngest sister slept. One night, very late, the door beside my Mother’s bed opened. My Mother awoke and to her surprise in walked an old man. He had a long robe, a long white beard, and a long cane. But this wasn’t an ordinary old man - he was blue, and transparent. He walked to the end of the bed and sat. My Mother desperately tried to wake up her sister, who slept on the top bunk, but to no avail. The man looked into my Mother’s eyes and smiled. An almost pleasant smile, and yet incredibly sinister. My Mother felt at peace, the ghost was a friend. The question is, was it a friend with a message? The ghost stood up, left the room, and my Mother calmly went to sleep. She woke up not telling a soul. The story remained hidden until that day, in the Mexican restaurant.

The ghost was a friend, but was it a friend with a message?