Mr. Nightmare

True Field Trip Story #2

"When I was in eighth grade, all of my classmates and I looked forward to our Washington DC field trip. The thrill of going on any sort of trip with your friends was enough to excite us. After all preparations, we were ready for DC.
Once we arrived to our destination, my class of around a hundred students were partitioned off into three groups and within these groups were our three other hotel mates. Each group was sent off in different coach buses and we would be taken to different attractions throughout DC, neighboring states, monuments, parks, food stops, museum's and more. After a long weekend of visiting educational sites, our teacher's decided to treat us to a colonial ghost tour one night, it was an evening walking tour through some of America's historical sites near village cemeteries and old town homes, I don't remember exactly which city we were in but I remember the guides telling us that many of the empty homes were preserved due to their historical significance.

I've always been scared of most things related to ghosts and such but I was positive that nothing would happen in our ghost tour. We split off into smaller groups of around 10 members each and were instructed to carry around a camera if we wished. The guide kept telling us not to expect much from the tour, that there would most likely be nothing supernatural during the course of the evening. As we wandered from colonial homes to cemetery plot, to colonial home, I just took interest in the histories that the guides would share of each home. They would indulge us in the stories of each homeowner, while my friends would snap away at photos open to find a shiny orb. One of my friends, Jessica that I was sharing a room with during that trip was not one of the kids that were constantly taking pictures, she would take a photograph every once in a while but spend most of the time listening. My group reached a small two-story home in the middle of the street, the house had an ominous blue hue to the windows but the house was vacant.

I remember being very curious about this home. The tour guide began to tell us a little bit about the house, she had mentioned that the home had originally belonged to a man and his beautiful wife, he adored his wife and the couple was thrilled to recieve news that they would be expecting a child, unfortunately the wife had died after giving birth to a baby girl. The man was absolutely devastated and grew to resent his homely daughter. During her childhood, he kept her in the house as much as he could, he reminded her about how homely she looked and could not find her a suitor, feeling that she had no other purpose, he had his daughter learn how to sew and weave upstairs, using her only good attribute, her hands. After hearing this story, I remember the sorrow that I felt for this girl, she and her father must have lived unhappily in that house until their deaths. My friend Jessica took a photograph of the house and we both moved on to the next house. I kept walking until Jessica stopped and became silent looking down at her digital camera screen. I walked over and scanned the photograph, I saw a gleam coming from the edge of the second-floor window on the right. I had her zoom on the scene, after zooming in, you could clearly see three figures staring out from the window.

On the way right was the translucent outline of a woman, a taller man was standing behind her to the side, even more curiously there was a third figure, appeared to be a woman but she was harder to make out. The body was there for sure but her skin was not as clear. Jessica and I freaked out, the first woman and man made sense to me, that would explain the man and his daughter but who was this third, dark woman off the side? I raised my hand and had to ask the guide "Was there ever another person that lived with this family at the house we just looked at?" The guy looked surprised at my question and answered, "Yeah, during the time of their residence, they had a black female servant living with them".
-Unknown, Mr. Nightmare did not say who this story was by.