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My husband and IHad just had our first child, a boy. He was a delightful, happybaby. I was in the habit of taking him to the grocery store myhusband owned to visit him and see the employees.

There was a woman there named Mary Anne. She was a fastidiouswoman, a real neatnikand visibly unhappy with her life. She wastaking anti-depressants and watched by family and friends forsuicide attempts. Yet somehow through all of this misery, shefound my son a ray of sunshine. She loved to hold him and coo athim. When Christmas rolled around, my son being 6 months old, shebought him the most adorable tiny tuxedo. She doted on himwhenever she saw him, always fussing over him. She'd straightenhis clothes and hair and tickle him under the chin.

Alas, Spring came and her depression worsened. She took anoverdose of pills near a waterfall she frequented often andslipped quietly away.

We were saddened by the tragedy, and felt that perhaps there wassomething we could have done to prevent this. But it was not tobe.

Time passed, and we talked often about how Mary Anne would haveloved to play with our son as he began to get bigger. Soon,another son was born and all seemed right with the world. Much tomy dismay, almost each day, as the children were 2 and 3, theywere awakened during their nap times (They each had their ownrooms) by unexplainable things.

I began to notice oddities as I would go into their rooms. Thingswould be re-arranged and straightened up. The toys in their cribswere tidied up and their clothing they had on were straightenedup and buttoned. My oldest son's room was often warm and it hadno heat ducts in the room, in fact, ususally it was ratherchilly, especially if the door had been closed which I never didbecause of the coolness and I wanted to be able to hear him if heneeded me. The house in which we live is over one hundred yearsold and fairly drafty. My oldest would often awaken laughing, andtoe door quite often shut tight and my youngest son would oftenawaken crying hysterically.

I wondered if it could be that Mary Anne was coming in andvisiting them. The answer to my question came when I had a friendstay one afternoon while the children napped so I could run someerrands. When I returned she couldnn't wait to leave the house.She said that eerie things happened. The sweeper turned on byitself. Lights turned on by themselves and became very bright.She felt as if something wanted her out of the house and she wasextremely fearful. She was afraid to leave the light of theliving room, even though it was the early part of the evening,and still very light outside.

I decided to address the ghost as I knew her. I entered my son'sroom and gently said, "Mary Anne, please leave the childrenalone, you're frightening them." I felt a sudden swooch ofair push by me and never had a mysterious thing happen again. Iwas convinced that this lost spirit was trying to watch over myson.