Date: 10/1/2018
By lisaoh
My family and I apparently time traveled back to the 1700 or 1800s when women wore big, full, long dresses. We saw a very pretty, sweet lady about to be hung ( we were in a large crowd of people). Her name was Betty or Betsy. I thought she was the First Lady but she may have been Betsy Ross. They dropped her down with the noose around her neck and after three tries she was still not dead. So they let her go free. I was so happy and everyone seemed happy too. Later, in the present time, I was at dinner with some friends and I said, “boy do I have a ghost story for you.” When I started to tell it, I suddenly forgot the story and asked my husband to remind me what happened. He whispered it to me so softly I couldn’t hear. I asked him to speak louder and he did so I repeated the sentence but still could not remember the story or anything about it. I knew it had something to do with someone and their tomb stone and what happened in the cemetery but nothing else.