THE HAUNTED AUTHOR

                            

When I first entertained the idea of writing a book, urged by my friends and family members after hearing of the unusual events and happenings at the estate of my deceased friend , I had no intention of writing it myself. I felt if I provided the story and the materials, even possibly be interviewed, then someone else could do a better job. Having no formal experience other than a creative writing classes in high school and a one-act play I wrote for a college assignment, ironically about a revengeful ghost, I was on the learning curve. I have always considered myself an artist first ( not a writer) and believed telling my stories in a visual way.

"Spirit Warrior" 

by Anita Intenzo

oil pastel on paper

Not thinking myself as an author? This may seem strange coming from someone who is has scored a literary agent, Laurie Hawkins of Collage Literary, who has been a real rock of support and always held an unwavering belief in me. Laurie signed me to a contract in summer of 2011. This was a brave act for her as she has since been the recipient of some very strange paranormal activity since taking on my project. (nothing like having your client's manuscript being printed out and the machine spits out a metal clamp over your head and across the room!)                        

In July 1012, I produced the video along with my son and other talented artists last year. All the props came from the Estate of Horror. If you look at the first 10 seconds of the video as the door is opening you hear a brief bark of a dog-EVP-then a tall brim hat shadow man shows up on the right of the white paneled door. No one in the film crew were wearing hats that night and no dogs were out at midnight when we filming. We actually have 4 still photos that captured his image too. We had sightings of the shadow man before at our house, and found out he is possibly an early 1900 resident who murdered his wife on the property and went to jail for the crime.

If you look at the first 10 seconds of the video as the door is opening you hear a brief bark of a dog- an EVP (electric voice phenomenon) -then a tall brim hat shadow man shows up on the right of the white paneled door. No one in the film crew were wearing hats that night and no dogs were out at midnight when we filming. We actually have 4 still photos that captured his image too. We had sightings of the shadow man before at our house, and found out he is possibly an early 1900 resident who murdered his wife on the property and went to jail for the crime.
http://youtu.be/kA2_q6GWJjQ


The psychological and physical toll on me and my family have been enormous. We have gotten used to living a paranormal life everyday but it's not easy. You never get used to looking over your shoulder or being scratched while taking a bath or think you've seen a shadow floating on the ceiling or wall while watching TV or hearing a horrible growl or the door rattle to your basement. Even the sudden bouts of nausea and stabbing pains (psychic) in the stomach while moving boxes in the basement did not deter me. I felt that the best defensive was an offense!  I decided that others needed to know what happened to me, and the ghosts needed to be put in their place. This was MY home and they were not going to frighten me away!
So specters beware. My book is published! I even designed the book cover! It's up for sale!
5 STAR REVIEWS! Read this book and find out why people can't put it down or won't read it before going to bed! Leave your lights on!

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Promotion is the key for success for any writer. Here are some og the things I've done since my book was published January 29, 2014. I have been a guest writer/blogger on author Brian Moreland’s website and written articles on supernatural topics for online magazines: “Haunted Author” for Paranormal Press U.K. (Sept. 2013 issue); “What Are Shadow People?” for Beyond Parazine Magazine (March 2014 issue); and “Ghostly Parasites/Ghosts & Hauntings” for Spero Publishing the Spirit e-zine(Sept.2014 issue). I have a popular blog based on my ghostly experiences and other supernatural topics and have had over 42,000 page views in a little over a year and a half. 

MEDIA OUTREACH: I has been a guest on numerous radio shows including Darkness Radio with Dave Schrader, and have appeared on LIVE Skype video shows with Norene Balovich on “Do YOU BELIEVE” on PZTV; internet interviews with Ross Raposo, Christina George, Sherri Emily, Frank Lee, and author Donald Allen Kirch and many others; and podcasts with hosts Jim Harold and Charles Bergman.

I have also done a joint interviews together with well-known media star and deliverance minister, Bill Bean, with psychic medium and paranormal investigator Laurie Hull and my son Chris Levis.

My story was the inspiration behind the episode "Portal of Doom" on A HAUNTING TV Show that recently aired on Destination America, December, 2014.

         

My story isn't over as my haunted journey continues and I am now writing a terrifying sequel, DARK TRANSFERENCE. I guess you can call me The Haunted Author. Please stay a fan and join me on my unique ride of living a paranormal life. You won't be disappointed! 

POLTERGEISTS CLEAN UP!

I saw this cartoon on Queen Mary Paranormal "Beyond the Veil" posted by Jennifer Tyler and had the inspiration for my blog this week! Thanks for posting this Jennifer!

This is very funny but rang true with me. I was reminded of the time that my son Chris and I had just such a funny experience with poltergeists while cleaning out my deceased friend Paul's estate.This was among the many incidents that occurred while being the executor of my friend's estate that I wrote a book, Estate of Horror.  It was in July 4th weekend 2009 when we were confronted with something so crazy and unusual that to this day it remains unexplained.

 ESTATE OF HORROR

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EXCERPT FROM: CHAPTER 16

FIREWORKS ON THE ROOF TOPS

The basement was well on its way to being cleared out - which had been no easy feat - but there were still some small pockets of clutter and boxes on the shelves to go through. I decided we would only spend an hour in the basement and spend the rest of the day upstairs. We had the Purple Heart Charity coming the next day, Friday, and we planned to give them forty boxes of items, the maximum you could donate at one time.

      (We don't know if this is a face that we captured among the books. It would be a    likely place for my friend's spirit to appear if it were an anomaly as he was a huge book collector. What is strange is that it does resemble my deceased friend). 

We made our way into the basement and Chris shook his head. “I was hoping some white wizard would have waived his magic staff and all the rest of this would be cleared out,” he said.

(Back of Paul's basement -right side)

“No such luck, Chris, Gandolf has better things to do. We’ll have to do it the mortal way and get our hands dirty. Oh, man, look at this place!”  I walked and saw slides around the room in clusters, all over the floor. Although there had been a few things left on the floor, I knew that Chris and I hadn’t left it that way.

Chris surveyed the basement and saw a trail of slides leading to the sump pump drain. 

                        
                                                 (Trail of slides)


“Oh, for crying out loud, look at all of this. It’s been trashed.”

“I don’t get it,” I said. “What’s this supposed to mean?”

                             
We wanted to be done as soon as possible so we could be upstairs the rest of the day.
“I’m in no mood to start sweeping the floor again. Just leave it for now.”

Chris helped me pack some boxes of books that they library didn’t want. When he picked up a large book from a shelf, some 8”x 10” black and white photos fell out from between the pages.

“Hey Mom, look at these.” He held up some pictures of Paul in a swimsuit and in a business suit. “What was he, a model or something?”

“Yes, he was,” I answered.

Paul had a long history of modeling that started in college. Shortly before his death, he told me that he had posed for a photographer friend of his for some new portrait shots and did some modeling for an art class.

“He was in good shape for a guy his age,” Chris said

“Best shape of his life and he dies of a heart attack. Go figure.” I couldn’t get over the irony of it all.

Just then, a cassette tape flew through the air and hit the wooden magazine rack near Mr. Jaeger’s workbench.

“Is that you, Paul?” I called out. “Are your parents here too?” 

We hadn’t brought the tape recorder because we planned to get the work done and leave. Now I regretted that we hadn’t. There was an eerie silence. Nothing happened.

“Ok, well we have to get back to work,” I shouted to no one in particular. This is nuts. I thought.

Bang! A slide hit the metal cabinet. 

   
  (Slide thrown to floor with a sock. The ghosts really have a sense of humor!)


“I’m getting pretty tired of picking up after you,” I said.

Bang! Something hit the cement floor opposite from us. 

“What is this? Do you become brats in the afterlife?” I felt like I was dealing with some mischievous three-year-old.

“Mom, look there’s a metal shovel in the bucket over there.” 
We walked over to the bucket and saw a long-handled garden shovel inside it. 
“How the hell did it get in there?” Chris asked.

       

(This was an unnerving discovery seeing such a heavy object tossed into the bucket by the poltergeist).


I looked at him and grinned sarcastically. “Are you forgetting that we’re in the frigging fourth dimension of the Twilight Zone?” I asked.

“Right I forgot!”

“If you want to use your energy to lift something that heavy why don’t you pick up after yourselves?” I called out. “This place is a mess.” I was angry now. “Yeah, what do you care…you’re dead.”

We picked up a few boxes to take upstairs when suddenly we noticed something different by the staircase. Every single slide and object that had been lying on the floor was gone.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” Chris exclaimed.

“Oh my God, Chris.  Look!” I pointed to the shelf near the staircase. The slides were now neatly stacked, one on top of the other, in three piles.

“No freaken’ way,” Chris said shaking his head.

We put the boxes down and looked around. Everything cleared off the floor towards the sump pump, too. It was astonishing!

slide thrown on the sump pump)

“Thank you,” I said to the invisible cleanup crew. “Now, why don’t you clean up the other side too?”

“I think you’re pushing it, Mom,” Chris said as he made his way upstairs again.

“If they are all sooo powerful,” I gestured around with my hands as I followed behind him, “they can clean up the rest of the mess they made.”

A few minutes later we returned to the basement and were talking about what to finish bringing up, when we stopped in our tracks.  Every single item that had covered the floor near the wardrobe closets was gone. I looked around and saw some of the objects on the Franklin stove—a blue hanger, a box of tissue and a Christmas ornament in the shape of a dove.

(Objects that got picked up)

On the short metal table near the closets, the slides were neatly stacked in piles.  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and started to laugh. Chris pulled off his Phillies baseball cap and scratched his head.

 (I know many are sensitive about mentioning "orbs" but I wanted to include this     photo to show the area where the poltergeist activity had occurred). 

“Ok, they really listened to you, Mom.”

I was dumbfounded. They had heard me and did what I asked. 

“No one’s ever going to believe this,” I said.

END OF EXCERPT

As with writing any type of paranormal book, there are the skeptics questioning that these things don't really happen. My goal in writing my book was to share my experience with others who identify with this and have also lived through their own supernatural phenomenon. It is not my goal in life to convert skeptics. They have their opinions and I have mine.I only ask that people remain open minded and not readily dismiss what they do not understand.  

As Shakespeare once wrote,

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, 

Than are dreamt of in your philosophy". 
- Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio

Now I wonder if the ghosts do windows?

SOPHIE SCHOLL AND THE WHITE ROSE

This weekend marked the 72 Anniversary of the death of student Sophie Scholl, a member of The White Rose was executed February 22, 1943 with her brother Hans Scholl and Christop Probst, for posting leaflets.

I had no idea about these people and their heroism during WW 2 until doing research for my sequel to my first book Estate of Horror. How was I lead to learn of them and the White Rose movement? My son Chris. His psychic dreams have included some recently deceased people who gave him their names and information on this horrific episode in human history.You can read about this and our other amazing discoveries we uncovered in my upcoming sequel, Dark Transference. (those fans who have been following me on this journey know of the paranormal interference we have been through from some nasty ghosts who are furious I am exposing this information. I have been verbally threatened via live EVPS (that have been recorded) over a Skype video  broadcast when I did  an interview on Norene Balovich's show in May 2014; have had unknown senders leaving me cryptic messages on my cell phone and even have had spectral noises and voices disrupt my phone conversations when talking about my book! Pretty incredible!)

As I was writing this post, there was a crash in my kitchen and one of my large sun catchers came off the window and landed on my window self. Nothing broke -the glass sun catcher just neatly resting against a vase, suction cup and all. This has happened about 6 times now but usually it's the bottom smaller sun catcher.
Coincidence?

                                                          

                  
                      My kitchen window with sun catchers.

Close up photo of the sun catcher-notice how the suction cup is gently resting on the glass picture block-like it was placed there?


Sophie Scholl and the White Rose
At the age of 21, Sophie Scholl was executed by the People’s Court in Germany on Feb. 22, 1943, during the Holocaust, for her involvement in The White Rose, an organization that was secretly writing pamphlets calling for the end of the war and strongly denouncing the inhuman acts of the Nazis.

In May, 1942 German troops were on the battlefields of Russia and North Africa, while students at the University of Munich attended salons sharing their love of medicine, Theology, and philosophy and their aversion to the Nazi regime. Hans Scholl, Alexander Schmorell, and Sophie Scholl were at the center of this group of friends. Attending the same university were two medical students, Willi Graf and Jurgen Wittgenstein, who had served in a military hospital in 1939, with Hans, Sophie’s older brother. Along with Christoph Probst, a married soldier and father of three, they eventually joined The White Rose.                                                 

Each leaflet was more critical of Hitler and the German people than the last. The fifth mentioned: ”Hitler is leading the German people into the abyss. Blindly they follow their seducers into ruin…Are we to be forever a nation which is hated and rejected by all mankind?”

The Gestapo had been looking for the pamphlets’ authors as soon as the first ones appeared. As the language in the leaflets became more inflammatory they stepped up their efforts. They arrested people at the slightest hint of suspicion. On Feb 22, 1943, Sophie, Hans and Christoph were condemned to death by the ‘People’s’ Court, which had been created by the National Socialist Party to eliminate Hitler’s enemies.

Hans Scholl’s last words shouted from the guillotine were, ”Long live freedom!” In an unprecedented action by the guards, Christoph Probst was allowed a few moments alone with Hans and Sophie before they went to their deaths. After months of Gestapo interrogations to obtain the names of his co-conspirators, Willi was executed. His final thoughts were: ”They shall continue what we have begun.”

The Scholls have been memorialized on stamps, in sculptures and two hundred German schools are named for the Scholls.

Sophie Scholls sister Inge Aicher-Scoll wrote: ”Perhaps genuine heroism lies in deciding to stubbornly defend the everyday things, the mundane and the immediate.”

I hope my research/discoveries into this dark episode of our world history and the brave people who fought against Nazi tyranny, will be able to supply missing pieces of a mysterious puzzle that has haunted me and my son since I entered this paranormal journey 6 years ago. All this will be included in my sequel. Stay tuned!

                                                             

MY DOLLS ARE NOT CREEPY!

I have been busy working on some doll projects/restoration for a friend who had them stored away since her childhood and needed them to be repaired. While I was working on these adorable dolls I had this thought and would like to share. 

 A Restored Madame Alexander Doll "Meg" from Little Women series.

I have been greatly disturbed by the popularity of "The Haunted Doll" phenomenon brought about most recently with featuring the creepy, demonic Annabelle Doll (movie)  first mentioned in The Conjuring movie. Several of my blogs in the past have been on just this subject- of Haunted Dolls. In fact, these blogs have been some of my most popular and widely read. Now, I am not saying that this is an impossibility and there can be haunted, sinister and evil dolls (just look at the effect Voodoo dolls and their attached curses have had on people and reported in past psychological cases).  And this practice dates back to the early Egyptian, Greek and Roman times! These guys were not fooling around!

The movie doll"Annabelle"

Here’s a picture of one of the most elaborate ancient voodoo dolls from the 2-3 centuries CE Nude female voodoo doll in kneeling position bound and pierced with thirteen pins. Found in a terracotta vase with a lead tablet bearing a binding spell-discovered in Egypt (Louvre Museum)

Just from my experience as a long time collector I have never felt I was dealing with a creepy or haunted doll. I have been an antique doll restoration artist for over 15 years and have collected dolls since I was a child and have several hundred in my collection. Indeed my first doll was one presented to me as an infant on my Christening Day. 

Someone emailed me recently and asked if I would sell her a "Haunted Doll" (a nice one- not too haunted) I had to turn her down as I did not have one to sell her. Sorry.

Yes, I know there is a disorder that is called "Pediophobia"- a fear of dolls, and I sympathize with people who truly are "creeped out" by dolls, clowns and puppets and mannequins. I just never associated these beautiful dressed little works of art menacing. I even have lectured on antique dolls and do appraisals for people and historical groups.  
Dolls, made from the simplest cloth, stick and clay materials and to the most expensive rare models, have evolved into children's toys. They were meant to be innocent companions of childhood, and were meant to be loved by children. Dolls are created to prevent nightmares, not cause them.
         
                        

        German Doll/Armand Marseille ( a more affordable doll)

         

      French  Bru Jne (One of the rarer types of dolls)

I've met many people who find their dolls comfort them as they face terrible life challenges, including serious illness, the loss of loved ones, infirmities of all types, and despair.
Doll collectors are historians, curators, artists, business people, teachers, clergy, and parents.

Collecting dolls teaches history, community, networking, creativity, and more. That passion for dolls inspires a love of people and their cultures everywhere. I started my doll collection with dolls from around the world that my relatives would bring back to me from their travels. I was a very lucky girl to have so many relatives who did travel and think of me. 
                              

Like most collectors, I have many interests. Having those beautiful dolls in their native costumes inspired my art and love for world cultures as I grew older. I became a portrait artist and a lover of Ancient History, Egyptology, History of Antique Dolls and Anthropology. In high school I sang in the choir and toured Europe with them after graduation. I hand sew costumes from antique materials, textiles and lace; sculpt, restore old photographs, dolls and art work. I became an art teacher, an author, blogger, and lecturer.

                       
                            Original Oil Pastel"Spirit Warrior"
                         

                     

                            Original Oil Painting "War Chief"
                    
                 
                

          
Dolls are NOT creepy. But, You can thank Hollywood and TV for perpetuating the myth with the "Clown Doll" from the movie Poltergeist, the murderous "Chucky" from the same titled movie and "Talky Tina" from the Twilight Zone series (just to name a few) that gave kids nightmares for years. It was a way to bring another form of entertainment to the masses and make a lot of money.

My dolls are not haunted-at least NOT most of the time! (I should know.I wrote a true paranormal story and in it there is the mummy doll in my deceased friend's collection that he left me).   This "mummy doll" was featured in our episode "Portal of Doom" on A Haunting TV show on December 28th (Destination America Channel) and is another story altogether. (Episode was inspired from my story in my book-Estate of Horror.) I just wouldn't call it creepy!-Strange? unusual? Has an energy that it gives off?-yea this is a candidate for haunted).  

        

I do believe all objects bear traces of their owners' personalities; all have significance in their owners’ lives, whether they are kept or discarded.

There is nothing sinister about having dolls, just as there is nothing sinister about Hummel figurines, Depression glass, or china cups. We aren't hoarders, though space can often be at a premium for us. We are generous, and we share our knowledge and collections.

To those who don't get it and think dolls are "creepy," well, get a hobby. Collect something, learn a little history and some organizational skills. You'll enjoy it.
I just love my dolls!
                   

        

                  Antique Heubach Child-all "dolled" up for Spring!

LADY IN WHITE

How often have we heard of ghost stories of apparitions appearing as women in white. White Lady legends are found in all cultures around the world. Here are some of the better known ghost stories about ladies in white.
By definition a "White Lady" is a type of female ghost reportedly seen in rural areas and associated with some local legend of tragedy. Common to many of them is the theme of losing or being betrayed by a husband, boyfriend or fiancé. They are often associated with an individual family line or said to be a harbinger of death similar to a banshee.

In popular medieval legend, a White Lady is fabled to appear by day as well as by night in a house in which a family member is soon to die.  These spirits were regarded as the ghosts of deceased ancestresses.


United Kingdom
The White Lady  known as the "Running Lady of Beeford",East Yorkshire,resides on the "Beeford Straight", a stretch of road between Beeford and Brandesburton. Motorists have reported her apparition running across the Beeford Straight toward the junction of North Frodingham. Anecdotal tales also report a motorcyclist picking up a female hitchhiker on the same stretch of road. A few miles later the motorcyclist, upon turning around, noticed the passenger had vanished.
In one instance, a car crashed into a tree killing 6 people. It is rumored to be because of her curse.

Another legend tells of a "White Lady" jumping off the Portchester Castle while she was carrying a child she didn't want. Her spirit is said to haunt the castle to this day.

United States
"The White Lady of Acra" (New York) is a legend of a young woman dressed in all white supposedly seen at night along the road she last traveled on or near the cemetery not far from her fatal accident.

Branch Brook Park in Newark, New Jersey, is home to the legend of the "White Lady of Branch Brook Park". Two conflicting stories are told about this ghost. In one version, the lady was a newlywed who was killed along with her husband on her wedding night when their V 8 Ford Mustang skidded out of control and crashed into a tree in the park. 

In another version, the couple were on their way to a prom when their limousine crashed; the boy lived but the girl died, and she is allegedly still looking for her prom date.  It was said that on rainy or misty nights passing headlights produced a ghostly image crossing the road.

There is some evidence that the details of this legend have been borrowed or blurred into other legends.

Tolamato Cemetery in St. Augustine, Florida, has been home to stories of a haunting by a "lady in white" since the 19th century. Legend states that the ghost is the spirit of a young woman who died suddenly on her way to be married, and who was buried in her wedding dress.

Germany
A white woman was first reported to be seen in the Berliner Schloss Castle in 1625 and sightings have been reported up until 1790. This castle is the residence of the Kings of Prussia, so the Lady has been linked to several historical figures: the guilt-ridden countess Kunigunda of Orlamünde, who, according to legend, murdered her two young children because she believed they stood in the way of her marriage to Albert of Nuremberg.

Netherlands
In the eastern and the northern of the Netherlands farmers tell stories about the Witte wieven (white ladies).
These white ladies who come in the mist and are from the moors, apparently are guilty of evil doings like abducting babies and women and bring disaster to people who have made them cross.
But there are also stories that say that the white ladies have actually helped people in childbirth, or people have given good advice.


Slavic 
In Slavic Mythology, a white lady was the ghost of a girl or young woman that died violently, usually young women who committed suicide, were murdered or died while imprisoned. The ghost is usually bound to a specific location and is often identified as a specific person like the Countess of Hungry, Elizabeth of Bathory.

Elizabeth of Bathory has been labelled the most prolific female serial killer in history, though the precise number of her victims is debated. Báthory and four collaborators were accused of torturing and killing hundreds of girls between 1585 and 1610. The highest number of victims cited during Báthory's trial was 650.Stories which ascribe to her vampire-like tendencies (most famously the tale that she bathed in the blood of virgins to retain her youth) were generally recorded years after her death and are considered unreliable.Despite the evidence against Elizabeth, her family's influence kept her from facing trial. She was imprisoned in December 1610 within Csejte Castle, Upper Hungary, now in Slovakia, where she remained immured in a set of rooms until her death four years later.    
immurement  (from Latin murus "wall"; literally "walling in") is a form of imprisonment, usually for life, in which a person is, for example, locked within an enclosed space and all possible exits turned into impassable walls. This includes instances where people have been enclosed in extremely tight confinement. When used as a means of execution, the prisoner is simply left to die from starvation or dehydration. 


Malta
The White Lady is the name of a female ghost that lives in Verdala Palace.  Legend has it that many years ago, a woman was to be married to a man she did not love. Her father told her that she must always do as her fiancé said since he was soon to be her husband. On the day of her wedding, she committed suicide by jumping off a balcony. This is why she is to this day known as the White Lady, because she was wearing her wedding gown on the day of her death. It is said that she haunts the Verdala Palace and many people who attend the August Moon Ball there annually confirm that she does indeed appear in the palace.

Brazil
Called Dama Branca or Mulher de Branco in Portuguese, the Brazilian Lady in White is said to be the ghost of a young woman who died of childbirth or violent causes. According to legend, she appears as a pale woman in a long white dress or a sleeping gown, and although usually speechless, will occasionally recount her misfortunes. 

Philippines
White Ladies are popular ghost story topics in the Philippines. White Ladies are often used to convey horror and mystery to young children for storytelling. Sightings of White Ladies are common around the country, and usually every town and barrio has its own "White Lady" story.

The most prominent one is the White Lady of Balete Drive in Quezon City. It is said that it is the ghost of a long-haired woman in a white dress, who according to legend, died in a car accident while driving along Balete Drive. Most stories about her were told by taxi drivers doing the graveyard shift, such as the one where a taxi crosses Balete Drive, and a very beautiful woman is asking for a ride. The cabbie looks behind at the woman in his rear view mirror and sees the woman's face full of blood and bruises, causing him to abandon his taxi in horror.

Czech Republic
The best-known White Lady of the Czech Republic is the ghost of Perchta of Rožmberk at Rožmberk Castle. Perchta of Rožmberk (c. 1429–1476) was a daughter of an important Czech nobleman, Oldrich II of Rožmberk. She married another nobleman, Jan of Lichtenštejn (John of Liechtenstein) in 1449. The marriage was quite unhappy. One of the reasons might have been the fact that Perchta's father had been reluctant to pay the agreed dowry. Legend has it that as her husband was dying, he asked for her forgiveness for his treatment of her. Perchta refused, and her husband cursed her. This is why she haunts his holdings, which include Ceský Krumlov Castle, where she has been seen most often.

Estonia
The most famous white lady of Estonia resides in Haapsalu Castle. She is said to be the woman who a priest fell in love with. She hid in the castle as a choir boy, and remained a secret for a long time. But when the Bishop of Ösel-Wiek visited Haapsalu she was discovered, and immured in a small chapel for her crime. To this day she is said to look out of the Baptistery’s window and grieve for her beloved man. She can be seen on clear August full-moon nights.

Whether some of these legends of "women in white" are based in fact, one only has to look up historical records to learn that some of the women did indeed exist in the past. But do they now haunt these locations as ghosts because of their tragic circumstances? That is the job of paranormal researchers to explore further. They say ghosts are made up of electromagnetic energy and perhaps these poor souls are contained anguished energy trapped in a dimension where time has no meaning.  Are they condemned forever to relive their horrible deaths or deeds over and over again? 
No arguments that ghosts are big business in the tourist industry. Especially if you have a run down castle or palace in desperate need of funds to restore it back to grandeur. What better draw than having your own ghostly "Woman in White" roaming the decaying halls, highways or graveyards to giving you an economic edge over other tourist attractions. These "Women in White" become part of the surrounding townspeople's personal lore and history and often with affection that is not something they want to give up easily.