Baldwin

I was looking outside of my back door onto my deck when I saw a column of mist float by. It was a deliberate movement. It wasn’t randomly blowing. It stopped at the French doors. It seemed like a long time to me, but it must not have been more than thirty seconds. Then it drifted away. I thought to myself, "What is that? A ghost?" Several months ago, I would have been very skeptical if anyone had said anything to me about ghosts.

Well, I explained it away to myself—river bottoms, mists, that sort of thing. Then later in the week on Friday night, I was sitting in the same place, and it was a dark night, and I saw these lights. I don’t know how long I had been seeing them. I wasn’t looking toward the highway—I was looking in the opposite direction. And I stood up, and I thought that maybe it was coming from where people park. So I kind of walked around here—I didn’t come out. I went to the utility room, and there were no lights reflecting from there onto the window. I went back to the living room and walked to my bedroom to see if there were any lights coming from my neighbor’s. The house was just as dark as it could be. The lights were flashing little bulb-like things—two were red and one was orange.

Then the following week when I locked up my house at night, I always open the front door, look outside, and lock it. So on this particular night I opened the front door. There’s a post outside at the end of the sidewalk, and I saw a man in a blue uniform standing there. I shut the door; then I opened it again, and I didn’t see it.

And then Sunday night, I’m going to bed. It’s just inky-black out here. I go into my bedroom, and standing here where I can’t see the highway, there’s a glow outside. The glow could be explained by the streetlight, so I’m getting ready for bed, and those lights start up again. There’s nobody outside, so I walk into my living room, and these lights are all over. I’m wondering, "Are these lights coming from Livingston? I need to get a topographic map. Maybe someone lives out there and I don’t know about it. The lights were so thick. I don’t understand."

This property is owned by Ken Seal. I have not met him, but his sister Lucy Seal and her husband Ken Baldwin own all of the property around here. And Ken is taking care of the yard and maintenance around the house, and I asked him about the ghost. He said, "Talk to my wife. She’s the one who’s seen the ghost." He also said that the girl next door has seen the ghost too. I can’t believe that I’m the only one out here who has seen everything.

Last updated 07/24/01

Baldwin Hill By Joyce Brannan

Baldwin Hill
By Joyce Brannan