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Greetings, and bone chilling whispers. My name is Rose T. Wright, and I am the Ghost Girl of Lake Geneva. Collecting those chilling tales of the paranormal from this seemingly simple tourist town. The depths and histories of those long past, will tingle your every sense. Follow me as we delve into this world beyond the grave, and into the seedy, sordid, and creepy stories. If you have any experiences of your own, please feel free to share them with me. lgghostgirl@gmail.com

Lady in Black

6/24/2018

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On a visit to Lake Geneva from Chicago, my husband and I decided to have a picnic lunch in a neighborhood park. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm, and the park we chose was huge, with trees, flowers and a gently rolling landscape. I remember that we found the park purely by accident. We were just driving around looking for a nice spot to eat, and somehow we found ourselves in a small neighborhood with a park literally just across the street from neighboring homes.
My husband insisted on sitting at the base of the tree. He is like that, always wanted to have his back to the corner. I just smiled and settled myself on the ground across from him. After a couple minutes of snacking and talking, I looked down at my husband’s soda and noticed he had almost finished it.
Looking up at him, I asked if he wanted another, and saw that he was staring at something behind me – his face white – eyes like dinner plates. I asked what was wrong. He just grunted, his eyes still wide, and then he lifted his arm and pointed. Now, my husband used to be an EMT, and I could not imagine what could possibly have shaken him so badly. I could only guess it was something bad. Looking over my shoulder at the ground – the first thing I noticed was the black lace up boots and black stockings – the kind worn during the nineteen hundreds. I fell backwards because suddenly the boots were right next to the edge of the blanket – it happened that quickly. Lying on my back, I looked up to see a woman, dressed entirely in black leaning over me. Her long sleeved dress reached to mid calf, and was overlaid in a matching black lace. She wore a black wide brimmed hat and matching black gloves.
She looked to be mid to late forties, no make-up,brown eyes, maybe about five foot six or so. I turned to look back at my husband. He just sat there staring. Then I looked around at the other people in the park to see if anyone else noticed her, but no one did. That is when I realized she was a ghost, but for some reason, I was not afraid. She was looking intently at me, like she was waiting for me to speak, so I did. I asked what she wanted. When she responded, her voice did not sound like anything I had ever heard. No joke; it was all around me and in my head and full of air and wind, but basically she just said that I was a special one. Then she bent down until her face was literally just a few inches from my own.
I do not remember what happened next, but I suddenly found myself standing in an unfamiliar part of the park. I had no idea how I got there or where my husband was, and I was freaked. I took a few steps then I turned around and headed back the way I thought I might have come. After a couple minutes, I found my husband under the same tree, just sitting there like nothing happened. I asked him what was going on. He just shrugged and asked if I was ready to go. I asked if she talked to him; he said no. He said when he got up to follow; she put out her hand to him and shook her head no. He said he loved me, but he did not think it was a good idea to follow.
Submitted by Mj to Ghosts of America
Several other people have seen this same spirit over the years, at different parks through out the Lake Geneva area. Same description of the woman, but different parks. If you have seen her and can remember more details of your encounters with her, please let us know. We would like to figure out if there is one park which is her favorite.

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    Greetings, and bone chilling whispers. My name is Rose T. Wright, and I am the Ghost Girl of Lake Geneva. Collecting those chilling tales of the paranormal from this seemingly simple tourist town and from around the state. The depths and histories of those long past, will tingle your every sense. Follow me as we delve into this world beyond the grave, and into the seedy, sordid, and creepy stories. If you have any experiences of your own, please feel free to share them with me. lgghostgirl@gmail.com

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