ghost sightings at the white house

anonymous asked:

I think the ghost asking anon means they wonder if you have ever looked into reports/claims of the founding fathers appearing as spirits. Such as the popular beliefs of Lincoln still roaming the White House and George Washington riding a horse through Gettysburg.

I heard Benjamin Franklin’s ghost has been claimed to haunt the Philosophical Society in Philadelphia. A cleaning lady in 1880 said she had an accounted with his ghost and this was not in the age were one were prone to concoct stories as such. He ghost has supposedly also been seen outside of the building–apparently he was doing a “jig”. You can read more about this here

Josiah Quincy III claimed to have a spiritual interaction while at Mount Vernon in the early part of the 19th century. Quincy had visited Mount Vernon to meet with Bushrod Washington, George Washington’s nephew in the spring of 1806 and it was a story that he himself had not remembered due to his age, however, it circulated around the family. Quincy was staying in Washington’s bedroom–the room where he also died. While staying in the room, his father supposedly saw Washington’s ghost. You can read more about this here. His ghost has been sighted in six different locations. You can read more about this here

A few have reported seeing the ghost of John Adams at his home in Quincy, near Boston where it is said to be rather “glum”. You can read more about this here. The ghost of Abigail Adams has reportedly been seen hurrying toward the East Room of the White House, which is where she used to hang her laundry [x]. She can be recognized by the cap and lace shawl she favored in life. It is also said John Quincy Adams haunts the House of Representatives where he died. You can read about that here

It has been reported that Thomas Jefferson plays his violin in the yellow room and his ghost has been seen a few times around the halls [x]. There have also been reports of people witnessing Jefferson’s ghost wandering the grounds and whistling, something that Jefferson was prone to doing as he toured the property [x].

There are no records of a James Madison ghost ever been seen anywhere but a few times at his plantation Montepelier in Virginia. You can read more about this here, however, the ghost of Dolley Madison sure enough has. Apparently, when the second wife of Woodrow Wilson, Edith Wilson, occupied the White House, she ordered gardeners to dig up the Rose Garden that Dolley had planted nearly a century ago. They never started because her ghost arrived to upbraid the workmen for what they were about to do to which the men fled from the scene. Not a flower was disturbed and Dolley’s garden continues to bloom today. You can read more about this here. She also haunts the Octagon house. 

Alexander Hamilton possibly haunts the home where he was initially brought after being shot in a duel with Aaron Burr; 27 Jane Street. The tennant says she has been aware of footsteps, creaking stairs, and the opening and closing of doors; and even the unexplained flushing of a toilet. On one occasion, she found the toilet chain still swinging, when there was no one around. She also has seen a blurred “shape,” without being able to give details of the apparition; her upstairs tenant reports that one night not so long ago, “a man in eighteenth-century clothes, with his hair in a queue” walked into her room, looked at her and walked out again. You can read more about this here

The ghost of James Monroe has been sighted around Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond, Virginia where he is buried. Monroe’s ghost has been said to rub his left shoulder as if reminiscing from when he was shot at the Battle of Trenton. His ghost is said to be calm and undramatic. The ghost of Monroe lingered in the Marble Cemetery in Lower Manhattan where he was initially buried in New York before sightings changed to where he was again laid to rest twenty-seven years later in a different place. There have been no sighting of Monroe at the White House or of his wife, Elizabeth Monroe, however, their two daughters Maria Hester Monroe Gouveneur and Eliza Monroe Hay are sometimes seen at the White House. Eliza’s ghost showed up during James Buchanan’s presidency and was rude, popped up out of no where and rearranged cards. Maria has been seen at the Decateur House where she appears distraught. You can read more about this here


I have heterochromia.

My mom has it too, only hers is sectoral heterochromia. A part of her left eye is brown while most of it is blue. Mine’s complete. My right eye is brown, the left is blue. As a kid I’d get the most excited reaction out of the adults-

“His eyes are so beautiful!”

“Wow, they’re different colors!”

“How stunning!”

I’d like to say that my eyes are only one part of myself, that it’s just a slice of the pie that makes up me. But really, the only fascinating part of myself is the heterochromia. I’m average in grades. Height. Strength. IQ. Not much stunning charisma either- I tend to stick to myself.

But in the end, it’s my eyes that saved my life. And maybe the lives of a few others.

The killings started my sophomore year. A young couple going out to smooch in their car was found dead, mangled by some wild beast. Their faces had been eaten off, their tongues ripped out, and their eyes completely gone.

I didn’t know them, they went to the private school. All the same, the stories started up about the Gosbecks Knoll Beast.

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AU where Ned told Robert the truth in time, they defeated the Lannisters together and Robert legitimized his oldest son. Gendry and Arya had their same adventures and maybe he followed her to Braavos and back… 

King Robert Baratheon and Lord Eddard Stark watched as their daughter and son, respectively, walked side by side near the river. As usual, the latter was mostly quiet and laughing at something the former, her usually loud self, had just said. Nearby prowled the familiar gray and white direwolf.

Robert’s eyes glistened with tears. “Oh, my friend,” he sighed wistfully. “But this is how it was meant to be.”

As he watched the two, Ned’s eyes looked haunted, as if he’d seen a ghost. Or two. And there was more than a hint of sadness in them as well. “They look the very sight of you and-.” His voice broke then, and he had to look away from the sight of the two of them.

Robert agreed with a silent, weepy nod. “Finally,” he choked softly on his words. “Our houses are truly to be joined.”

Ned glanced sharply at his friend and king. “Patience, your Grace. That will be up to the two of them.”

Robert scoffed and took ahold of his friend’s elbow so he was faced once again in the young couple’s direction. Ned’s daughter had just pushed Robert’s son into the stream and run away so the ex-apprentice smith had no choice but to run after her. “But they’re so clearly in love.”

Ned wasn’t sure he could deny the truth of the king’s words. “They may grow out of it yet.” He was only being stubborn because he had always thought, out of all his children, he would have the hardest time marrying Arya to someone. Not because no one would want her; she was beautiful like her aunt and just as willful. What man could not love her? Yet, he’d always been so certain Arya would refuse even the prospect of being with someone.

Yet, here she was. Clearly smitten. True, she was as of yet young and may not yet understand her affections. But they were there all the same. She’d struggled for two years in the war-stricken lands of Westeros side-by-side the smith-turned-prince. Now, Gendry was the first person she sought in the mornings at the Red Keep and on their current journey North. And Gendry was always the last person she saw before turning up out of nowhere to sleep.

Ned didn’t begrudge her the pairing. The truth was the boy was, despite his humble beginnings, more lordly or princely than any of the princes Ned had known since Rhaegar. Gendry was a fast learner who could now read, write, and recite the history of the Seven Kingdoms, among other talents he’d picked up in the time since Robert had legitimized him. The boy was brave and strong as well and had, if the stories could be believed, saved Arya’s life countless times during the years she’d been missing. Though she’d save Gendry’s life plenty too, Gendry never failed to reminded them.

“If ever there were two more plainly made for each other than these two,” Robert was sighing longingly again. “It was your sister and me.”

Ned disagreed but silently to the latter statement. Outwardly, he only nodded an acknowledgement to his friend. “They’re best friends and one’s just as stubborn as the other,” Ned allowed.

In truth, Robert and Lyanna had been nothing alike. In truth, Robert had never truly known Lyanna, could not ever have understood her. Ned watched as his youngest daughter and the new prince now crossed “swords” (Arya had challenged Gendry to a duel with large sticks from the forest) across the way. This boy, this Gendry, by contrast, seemed to know exactly who Arya was. A wolf. A warrior. A lady only by birth. And still he loved her just the same.

Ned recalled a conversation he’d had with the lad, shortly after his legitimization.

“I won’t make you marry my daughter,” Ned had told the red-faced boy gruffly. “Though it’s what your father desires.”

Gendry had stared at him in surprise then. “Make me?” He repeated the words as a question.

“Now that you’re a prince, boy.” Ned clarified. “Might be you’ll want to find a woman more suited to the title of princess.”

The truth was Ned just wanted to gauge both Gendry’s intentions and thoughts on Arya’s noble status in contrast to her behavior.

The boy grew redder in the face, though this time from anger, it seemed. “No.” He muttered stubbornly. “There’s no one more-.” He seemed to catch himself, remembering he was talking both to Arya’s father and a lord. A lifetime of submission to lords had followed him into the Red Keep. “What I mean, m’lord, is, for me, there could be no better match. But only if she’ll have me. In truth, no one could deserve your daughter, but-.” He seemed unsure.

Ned wasn’t sure he’d ever heard the boy talk so much at one time or, indeed, so passionately. “Go on, lad.” He encouraged him softly.

“I’m willing to spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy enough.”

Ned’s throat had gone as dry as a bone then. There would be no refusal on this end of the match. Ned had hoped he could depend on his fiery and fierce daughter to do so, but…

Ned thought then to the conversation with his daughter during which he’d broached the topic.

Earlier that day, Ned had noticed a chaste but intense hug pass between Arya and Gendry. Despite knowing what they’d gone through, it had never crossed Ned’s mind that his little wolf would have ever seen a boy that way. Sansa had always been the one singing the songs.

At supper that night, Ned had been explaining to both his daughters that, following the catastrophes that had befallen them so far, they didn’t have to marry anyone they didn’t wish to. Sansa had gazed at him gratefully. Her ordeals with the Lannisters had hardened her wishes to ever get married.

Arya, however, had looked curiously up at him. “If you were going to make us get married, who would I have to marry?” She asked in a voice of pure innocence.

Ned blinked in surprise at her. “I wouldn’t, sweet one.” He thought back to the hug from earlier in the day now. “Is there someone you had in mind?” He wondered out loud.

And for the first time in her life in Ned’s presence, Arya actually blushed. “No,” she murmured in the voice she used when she was lying. “I was just wondering.”

Then she blurted, “Is Sansa still to marry the prince, even though it’s a different one?” Her face was still red, but was it in anger now?

Sansa nearly choked on the honey cakes she was nibbling on then. They both looked at her father.

Ned was watching his younger one carefully. “Of course not, little one. Not if she doesn’t want to.”

Arya nearly glared at Sansa then. Sansa blinked in surprise at Arya, but a knowing smile grew on her face. “I just want to go home.” She murmured.

Arya actually looked relieved then.

As the king and his Hand gazed across the fields towards their children, both now laying on the ground next to each other and laughing, Ned realized he’d lost a battle he never thought he’d have to fight. Still, he surmised, as he watched the way Gendry gazed at Arya, as if never had there existed a more perfect person, he could have lost to someone much less worthy.

Night of Mischief

fandom: Avengers (pre-Stony to Stony, but not main focus)

characters: Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner

summary: Loki takes it in his hand to cause mischief, and suddenly Thor is left with younger versions of his teammates. As the night progress, Avengers get older, and Thor and Loki have a chance to experience Halloween like never before.

length: 1 890 words

a/n: third and last fic in the Stony Halloween Spooktacular! this is more of a team fic, and the main characters are Thor and Loki, in honor of Thor Ragnarok. hope you enjoyed the fics!


Night of Mischief

“Loki… What have you done?”

Thor was on Earth long enough to be familiar with the customs and holidays, gladly participating in all of them. During the years, he learned that one of the most beloved celebrations, both by kids and adults, was Halloween. For younglings, it was a night of pranks and candy and dressing up as their favorite characters or spooky creatures. For adults, it was parties and costumes, not necessarily scary, but sometimes reflecting the current reality or hidden desires. For Thor, as an outsider, it was a party with his teammates and a lot of delicious food pretending to be something disgusting (cat litter cake - it was in the top three things Thor considered the most horrible). So, when he entered the common room on the Avengers shared floor for an annual Avengers Halloween party, and among fake bats and carved pumpkins, he saw five kids, around five years old, running and screaming and shoving candy into their little mouths, and saw Loki standing in the middle of the chaos, he knew that something was wrong.

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Seventh Year

As Time Goes By: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Paring: Sirius Black/Reader

Tags: female reader, Hogwarts houses, set in the Marauders’ Era, fluff, angst, Reader is friends with Lupin.

Summary: The reader isn’t taken at first sight by Sirius Black. Honest.

Word Count: 1,949

Posting Date:  2016-05-19

Current Date: 2017-06-01

Originally posted by nellaey

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For sixpenceee

Sanatorio Durán, in Cartago, Costa Rica.

Located in the outskirts of the province of Cartago, this former tuberculosis hospital is the country’s most well known haunted place. Founded by Dr. Carlos Durán Cartín in 1918, the hospital once treated around 300 tuberculosis and leprosy patients who were mostly cared for by nuns. After the tuberculosis crisis subsided, the hospital went on to become a women and children’s hospital, an orphanage, an insane asylum, and finally a prison. The sanatorium closed its doors for good in 1973 after a volcanic eruption of the nearby Irazú volcano, which rendered the hospital unsafe for inhabitants. Yet local lore and many witnesses are sure a few former residents may have stayed behind after all.

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Avatar Week - Rebirth

Kya read the invitation again to double check the time.  When she turned around, her mother was pinning her long hair up into a bun, the dark hair just giving way to gray.  Kya grabbed a few hair pins and waved her mother’s hands away so she could finish the bun for her.

“Mom,” Kya ventured, slipping a pin among the strands, “are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s a celebration!  Plus, it’s an excuse to have the family all together again.  That doesn’t happen very often nowadays.  So why wouldn’t it be a good idea?”

Kya looked at their reflections in the mirror.  Her mother’s dress was new, a shiny dark blue fringed with white fur.  Kya could only hope that she aged as well as her mother – even now, she was beautiful. Her wrinkles only highlighted the smiles that she wore throughout her life, and her eyes still blazed with a sharp strength.  Kya just hoped that strength would bear her through today.

“Just … you know.  It’s the first time you’re going to meet the new Avatar.”

There was a roar of laughter in the other room – Bumi and Sokka, Kya realized.  Her brothers and uncle waited in the other room for them to finish dressing before they walked together to the royal palace.  She chuckled at the sight they would make – a goofy commander of the United Forces, the serious Airbending Master, two Master Waterbenders, and the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe.  With a sigh, Kya secured her mother’s hair with one more pin and patted her on the shoulders.

Katara rose from her seat, ghosted her hands over the hair loopies hanging in front of her face, and then turned towards the door. “I’m not nervous about meeting Korra. Let’s go collect our brothers before they destroy the house.”

Kya checked her own appearance in the mirror: new earrings and a blue silk ribbon in her hair for the White Lotus’s ceremony to celebrate the newly identified Avatar, Korra.  She took a deep breath and followed her mother.

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The palace sparkled with lanterns, garlands, and icicles. Banners with the emblems of the Southern Water Tribe and the White Lotus hung from the ceiling.  Long tables were laid out, overflowing with food and packed with people laughing and celebrating.  Her uncle kept stopping to shake hands and chat with people, and her mother occasionally joined the conversation, so their progress to their table was slow and halting.

Bumi regaled Tenzin with a marvelous tale of surviving three typhoons during a mission in the south seas.  Tenzin’s scowl deepened, and Kya rolled her eyes. It was as bad as his story about beating an earthbender in a rock-throwing contest.

Far away, Kya could make out a table at the head of the room.  The table of honor, where they would sit.  Members of the White Lotus in their white cowls flanked both sides, and in the middle, a tiny girl in a blue and white dress. Her mother and father sat on either side of her, and they leaned down to talk to her.

As her family slowly approached the table, Kya kept her eyes trained on the little girl.  She seemed upset, wriggling in her chair, and her mother tried to get her to sit still.  She whispered something to the little girl, who slumped and pouted, but finally stopped wiggling.

Kya closed her eyes, tried to block out all the noise of the crowd, and searched for the girl’s aura.  Long ago, her father sat with her in the meditation pavilion on Air Temple Island and taught her to reach out her mind and feel the energy of people.  She remembered her awe when she first detected her father’s energy, as yellow as his robes with a shining white light underneath it like sunlight breaking through the clouds.

When she found the girl’s energy, it blazed as blue and as deep as the ocean.  It swirled and crackled with potential and power, but underneath, the same white light illuminated everything and struck Kya like light scattered across water.

She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. The colors were different, but the underlying sensation was the same that she first felt in the meditation pavilion all those years ago.  This girl was her father’s reincarnation.

Her mother looped her arm through hers.  “Come on, let’s go and meet Korra.”

The two waterbenders broke away from the rest of their family and weaved their way through the crowd and the tables to approach the family of honor.  When they reached table, the White Lotus members intercepted them and bowed.

“Thank you for coming, Master Katara, Master Kya.” They angled themselves toward her mother.  “We hope you will consider teaching the new Avatar waterbending.”

Kya turned to Katara in surprise.  The White Lotus had talked to her about training the Avatar? The worry twisted in Kya’s stomach, and thoughts raced through her mind: Mom is getting older, we’re all still grieving, it has only been four years—

 “I’d be happy to help train Korra,” Katara answered calmly.

“Mom, are you sure?” Kyra whispered.  Katara just patted her daughter’s arm.

“Wonderful!” the White Lotus member exclaimed.  “Let’s introduce you to your pupil.”

They led the women to the center of the table. Tonraq and Senna greeted them warmly. Senna looked behind her and waved her daughter forward.

“Korra,” she said gently.  “This is Katara and her daughter Kya.  Katara is going to be your waterbending master.”

The little girl looked up at them with wide blue eyes. Katara crouched down so she was closer to the girl’s height and smiled kindly.

Kya watched the girl as she considered her mother. After a moment, the girl’s face broke out in a broad grin.

“Will you go penguin sledding with me?  Mom says I’m too small to go by myself, but if you’re there, then we can have lots of fun!”

 Her mother’s eyes slid shut heavily, and for a moment, she was a world away.

“I’d love to, sweetie.”

The Woman in White

aishadiandra submitted: 

  My parents’ home in Indonesia is a little bit spooky. For a while, many people in the house had seen the figure of a young woman with long black hair and a floor length white dress. I know the description sounds awfully cliche when it comes to ghosts that this will seem like bullshit, but considering the amount of sightings of this woman, I still hold belief that she was definitely real.

At least two people who have stayed in this house have had dreams where they see the woman in white. The description is always exactly the same.

One of my cousins once saw the woman looking down at him from one of the 2nd floor windows - no female was in the house at the time.

Another cousin was walking back to the house with a friend who is quite aware of spirits, they were having a chat, and as they walked past the then-vacant lot next to the house, her friend suddenly went quiet and said “stay calm, don’t say or think anything negative…”. When they got into the house, the friend said, “I didn’t want to scare you too much or bring attention to it, but there was a girl in white with long black hair sitting on a tree branch looking at us.”

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