We bought a house which was also a log cabin that was built in 1766.
It was located on WV 9, 3 miles West of Hedgesville, beside Tillman Creek.
The first night we spent there, I was sleeping on the floor when I felt something pushing up against me.
It was a large dog laying beside me and he/she had stretched out, thus touching me and waking me up.
We did not own a dog at that time.
I was so tired and exhausted from moving that I said the heck with it, Iím going back to sleep.
That same night I was woken again by a tall black figure standing in the doorway.
I figured it was my husband, he had fallen asleep on the couch.
I asked him several times what he wanted, but didnít get an answer.
There again, I said the heck with it and went back to sleep, again.
The next morning he said it wasnít him and that he had not gotten up at all that night.
Through the month we would hear loud footsteps pounding up the stairs.
But no one was there.
Doors would slam shut.
Another time a young man stood beside me.
He was watching me clean the cobwebs.
I saw him clear as can be, but he was a ghost.
The space around us was bone cold and it scared me.
So I went outside to warm up and get away from him.
It was 90° out that day.
Other things like that have happened to me, but I wonít get into that.
The house/cabin burned down.
No more ghosts, weíve rebuilt.