She’s Been Gone For 100 Years
My uncle’s house—on a very eastern part of NY—was said to be haunted because the family that used to own it in the 1800s decided not to give it to the stableman and sold it instead.
He and the maid haunted the place. We always used to joke that you would hear people or things moving at night, but since the house was so old, we used to just laugh it off. Until one night, everything changed.
My uncle’s friend and her sister stayed at the house one night, and the friend noticed a maid bringing towels down the stairs when she woke up. She saw the maid again, bringing what looked like a percolator down the stairs.
She was so impressed that my uncle hired staff that she went back to bed and woke up later downstairs to see my uncle and the friend just chatting.
She asked where the maid went and thought the housekeeper was cooking breakfast. My uncle had no idea what she was talking about and asked what she looked like. The sister explained, and he laughed.
He walked her to the living room and pointed to an old picture. She said that was the woman. My uncle replied, “Yeah, she’s been gone for about 100 years”. Story credit: Reddit / Twigsnapper