by Big Al
Circa 1986, on Richland Road only a few miles from the Wopsy lookout, there was an abandoned house known to us kids as the Whitelady's house. The yard was thick with saplings, all the windows were out of it. The house was filled with graffetti, complete with a pentagram on the floor. Three of us, all teens, went into the house in the middle of the night with one flash light. We were standing together in a room and saw the Whitelady pass by the door in another room. The flash light went out. A few bangs on the hand and it came back on, we ran over each other trying to get back to the car. We had planned to go down to the Bear Rocks and have a few brews, but were too scared and went home. Now 20 years later, I'm typing this with chills...