Haunting of Baby Floyd,

PWe arrived at the house where Peggy lived a few minutes early. Her father met us and we followed him to the burnt out house. He opened the front door, motioning for us to follow him. He had a flash light and he had placed a row of chairs for us to sit on. We placed the girls in between us and we set down. He motioned for us to be quiet. I sat for a few minutes watching the burnt out section of the house. I was beginning to get bored and was about to say something when I saw a movement. From where we sat we could see the form of a burnt out stove. We had been told that an explosion had been from the gas stove that burnt the house. There seemed to be a mist appearing around the stove. A figure of what seemed to be a woman wearing a long dress stood at the stove. It looked like she was cooking. Out of the mist there appeared another form. It also appeared to be a woman. Then a noise that sounded like a child laughing came from the mist. There was no doubt what the next form to appear was. It was a small child running and playing around his parent’s feet. He was wearing nothing but a diaper. She would move him aside and he would giggle. Then the area lit up and a sound like an explosion sounded. The place that we had been watching went dark.

Peggy’s father stood up and motioned for us to follow him. I walked at the rear of the people going to the back to his house. I kept looking back to see if there was someone back at the burnt out house. I was not sure that we had not had a show put on for us. Once back in his house, I could see in Ralph’s face that what we had seen put a strain on him. We sat down at the table and was served cake and coffee. We were told that tomorrow night at the same time what we had seen would again appear.

I never went back to see if it would appear again. We all knew that as many places that we had been ghost hunting that this was about as plain as we would ever see. Did Ralph put on a show for us? I don’t think so. As far as it would appear at about the same time every night, this is called a “recurring haunting.”