Lost In The Hosiery Mill

18 July 2019 | Haunted locations, Your Stories, Your True Encounters

I can remember as a child when my dad worked as a shift manager at a hosiery mill in a rough neighborhood close to Rossville, GA. I remember going by with my mom to see him at work for he would be there working until dusk. Or, I’d go with him to work on the weekends when he’d work half a day and then we’d hit up the flea market down the street together. Anyway, everyone was always talking in hushed tones about the ghostly lady roaming about the hosiery mill, both day and night. Most everyone who had seen her said she was petite, had shoulder length curly hair, wore a civil war era dress and was completely transparent. If approached and questioned as why she was there or what she was doing, she would simply vanish into thin air. But, she would also roam the floor of the mill as if she were searching for someone or something. Perhaps maybe she was searching for a lost love? But it was also said that every time she appeared something would happen: banks of overhead flourescent lights would shut off row by as she walked, security alarms would shut off completely or go haywire and call the police, knitting machines and conveyor belts would turn off by themselves, office doors would lock and all the contents therein would be discovered to be strewn about when the doors to the locked rooms were finally opened. Even maintenance would report seeing her sitting on their equipment out in the maintenance bay from time to time. Who knows if she is still there, for you see that mill has been abandoned for years.

 

Submitted to Weird Darkness and My Haunted Life Too by Weigel

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