Who Is the White Lady of Union Cemetery? (And Can We Finally Give Her a Real Name?) 👩🏻🦳
Let’s be honest: being a ghost is hard enough without people calling you “The White Lady” like you’re some haunted mannequin from a discount bridal outlet. For more than a century, Connecticut locals have whispered about a pale figure gliding through the mist of Union Cemetery in Easton. She floats. She flickers. She might smell […]
⚰️Union Cemetery’s White Lady Walks
🕯️ 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. […]
The Inner Peace Plot Twist
Even the dead want my snacks When I was 36, I thought “working on my mindset” meant journaling, mindfulness, and possibly joining a women’s circle called Moon Chalice Magic. Now that I’m 56? My mind is set alright. Specifically: Yes, I saw that ghostly hand try to take my snacks back. Nice try, Casper. No ghouls […]
Rattles, Whispers, and Nacho Crumbs: A Kitchen Apparition
🏚️ In a frequently-visited corner of a remote Connecticut home, something stirs in the shadows. A side table, vintage and sturdy, suddenly wobbles —slowly, deliberately—without a hand to coax it. No hint of a draft sneaking in. No paws padding nearby. No pets curious enough to cause the disturbance…or investigate further. Just the softest, most […]
The Crinkle in the Night
It always starts the same way. With a whispering rustle… the ancient language of foil. The time is 2:36 a.m. The house sleeps. Except me. Drawn by a hunger that’s less craving and more curse, I drift barefoot through shadowed halls, led by the siren song of snacks. The pantry door creaks—not by hand, but by pact. […]