The Woman who’s Feet Never Touched the Ground

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The Woman who’s Feet Never Touched the Ground
Woman in a Field / Stock Photo

My family who grew up on Ward Road has experienced these series of encounters.

Growing up, going to my grandmother’s house was an every evening thing. I would hear my mother and her siblings talk about the things they have experienced growing up beside the woman whose feet never touched the ground.

The first story that I heard is one I will never forget! My uncle is not one who would believe in the supernatural so hearing the experience from his lips is, I know, factual.

My grandfather owned many acres that crossed with the woman whose feet never touched the ground. My uncle would usually cut through her yard coming and going from school. Not believing the stories his sisters had told him, he never thought anything would happen to make him change his mind.

One day, the woman decided to grace my uncle with her presence. As he was crossing her landmark, that separated my grandfather’s land, and her own, he had a sudden chill run up and down his spine. He turned to look over his shoulder to double check, nothing was behind him, when sure enough he finally saw the woman whose feet never touched the ground. He stated, that she was “hovering” across the grass and behind her stood a table up on one leg dancing.

The “encounters” does not stop there. My mother and her younger sister would also use the woman’s land to cut through to go to a relative’s house. There was a fence that circled the woman’s land. A portion of the fence was broken down and that is where my mother and aunt would cross.

One day my mother and her sister were returning home from visiting my great aunt. As my mother was crossing the broken part of the fence, both my mother and aunt heard a cackle, pausing them both in their tracks. As they looked back, once again, the woman whose feet never touched the ground graced them with her presence.

My aunt then unpaused and hurried my mother across the fence, pushing her out of her way. They both ran home.

When they finally got home, out of breath, they “babbled”, as my grandfather puts it, about the woman whose feet never touched the ground. From then on out, my mother and aunt found another shortcut to take.

About a week later, my mother and other sister was walking the main road. There was an old black Chevy truck that would sit in front of the house that was haunted by the woman whose feet never touched the ground. My mother stated that she had a gut feeling that the old woman was near, so she tried to get my aunt to walk up to the truck with her but would not. As my mother looked over the backside of the truck, the old woman was laying down in the bed.

My mother tried calling my aunt to the truck but when there was no reply; my mother looked over her shoulder to find my aunt already running up the road. She ran after her and they both went home.

Later that evening my mother went back down the road to see if she could see the woman, whose feet never touched the ground. Once again, my mother noticed her in the bed of the truck. This time she was standing. My mother stated that she was standing over a cauldron, stirring, and mummering something she could not make anything out of. My mother stated that when the old woman looked at her, she had an awful appearance to her. So awful, she could not describe it.

Time passed. The old house burnt down in the mid 90’s and the woman whose feet never touched the ground was never seen again.

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