🕯️ CASE FILE: THE WHITE LADY
Known haunt: Union Cemetery, Easton, Connecticut
Known behavior: Drifting silently through the mist, vanishing just before you blink, and passing unspoken judgment on your late-night snack choices.
They say she glows.
They say she mourns…a child possibly.
They say she once locked eyes with a ghost hunter—and his flashlight died of shame.
She’s been spotted gliding along the cemetery’s old stone walls, white dress billowing with no breeze, face hidden, aura set to maximum drama.
No one knows exactly why she haunts Union Cemetery… but the rumors swirl like fog across the graves. And fudge sauce on ice cream.
Field notes from Hunting the Haunted:
- Appears most often after midnight, especially to solo wanderers and snack carriers.
- Surrounding air turns cold, quiet, and vaguely judgmental.
- Doesn’t speak, but somehow still communicates: “You call that a cheese pairing?”
- When the breeze dies, empty wrappers still dance through the graveyard. No one sees them fall.
Her name is a mystery. Her origin is legend. But she’s more than a ghost—she’s a vibe. A very haunted, slightly snack-shaming vibe.
👻 Help us name her.
She’s been floating around nameless long enough. Cast your vote, claim your bragging rights, and maybe—just maybe—keep her from side-eyeing your pantry.
👉 Sign up for details and naming rights.
Sign up now and you’ll get early access to the official White Lady sticker—a ghostly glam icon for your water bottle, EMF detector, or haunted hiking journal.
🫥 She’s watching. She’s waiting. She’s already halfway through your avocado toast.
Give her a name… before she whispers yours.
🫥 Eternally Crunchy 🌮
— Mrs. Raines Was Here
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