She came to me in a vivid dream. I think maybe she used to live around here. She had withered eyes and attempted to steel a child from a crib. What I've heard about her is that she rooms the highways. This dream was very vivid. It's not like the boy ghost you have to throw coins to to please. This ghost is pure evil itself. She reeked of frogsblood and stole children from their cribs. I faced her with the cross and she disappeared.
Anyone heard of that ghost in this castle somewhere in england or france which was bricklayed into a room. I think this might someone similar to her.
Appearantly there lived a pagan witch not far from her up on a small farm. Story has it she drowned a child in a lake. And naturally must have been burned at the stake. I do not know her name she did not mention. But I think she looks for forgiveness. This lake we used to swim in imagine that. That beautiful mist on that lake on early mornings.
She stormed into my soul in this dream and stole her child back.
Don't think she's the white lady of Scotland as I am in Norway.
Maybe she was drawned to my cross but she certainly did not manage to scare me. Why didn't she tell me her name so I could talk to her.
She must be the mist up there.
The child a boy seemed weak though wasn't crying and layed in a crib of moss and rocks. It must have been her child. Maybe someone else killed it. I think she thought of me as her child.
The cross however protects me from her. Another white lady sighting.
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