I lived in a haunted house for 6 years

This is where I first began channeling my powers. I always was an 'odd duck'. I hate to shake hands.I mentioned why in my introducemyself posting (https://steemit.com/introduceyourself/@ladykatryn/i-hate-introducing-myself). I'm moody. Some say I'm a complete lunatic and they might be right. The moon drives my moods, my sleep cycles, everything. I've studied hard and learned much over the years, including how to use various tools for divination. I can tell you insights from your past and help guild you through choices towards the goals you want in the future, giving you warnings of things to avoid, lessons to learn before going forward with your quest. I tapped into spirit energies at this funky old house and I hold the gifts they shared very dear, but I'm willing to write about them now, if anyone cares to read and learn. But this is now, and I want to tell you about the old house I lived in for 6 years, the home my children were born in, the home where I truly discovered myself.

At this old house, I felt energies beyond myself wildest imagination. I was rescued by a kind heart-ed helpful spirit who left this world too soon during a yellow fever epidemic that shattered the community a few years after the civil war battle that scarred Craig County, Virginia. She nursed the young soldiers who survived the skirmish at Yankee meadow, and helped bury the one's who didn't. She healed the burns of the the young men who fought to put out the fire at the courthouse.

The Yankees burned all the property records and marriage registrations in 1863, and it is why Craig County is 88% national forest today. The farmers couldn't prove they owned the land they homesteaded and worked, so the government stole it away and forced them off. But you didn't stop to read this for a history lesson. You want a ghost story. So I'll tell you a little more about Lillie Williams.

She stayed at the stage coach stop because she loved her family and the business they ran. Emancipation meant nothing to her. She knew she was valued and loved where she was and she wasn't about to risk all that to follow some fool dough boys over steep mountains on rough roads during torrential spring rains in hopes of finding the last Union rail station still connected to the northern tracks. She was in love and raising her young family and making what was hers by right of back-breaking effort; blood, sweat, and tears become a small bit of paradise on earth. She wasn't ready to leave, not with a proclamation of freedom, not from a deadly fever that stole her babes, and then her own life force. She didn't want to leave. There was so much more to be done...

But she wasn't the only spirit I encountered. Some weren't so benevolent. I hope to tell more, but I have to know people are interested in reading what I've got to share. Please comment, follow and UPVOTE and I'll keep posting more!