Dee's mother was born in 1889, just a century ago now. She and her three sisters told their children later on that on the farmplace where they lived as girls, something wasn't right. The farm was in one of the counties near the southern border of Minnesota. There was a cemetery next to the farm. This was back in the horse and buggy days, when horses were needed for transportation and field work.

But when the horses on that farm were in the barn, they could often be heard stomping and snorting as though fighting something off or fighting amongst themselves. After the girls once heard those sounds, they didn't go very close to the barn, but their father did. He would hear the sounds of boards being ripped loose and flying around, hitting the walls and other things inside the barn. He expected more than once to spend time and energy clearing the debris off the feed bunks and the floor. He thought surely all the hay racks would have to be straightened and the feed boxes put up again. But when he went in to check, he found the horses quiet, no boards loose, everything in order.

On another occasion on the same place, the girls' father, the farmer, came up from the barn on a winter day. As he approached the house, he saw that his wife was hanging the washing on the lines. The shirts and overalls were quickly freezing to the line and swaying stiffly in the bitter cold air.

He asked her if supper was ready. She didn't answer, so he figured she was cold and just wanted to finish up fast. He went on into the house, where he found his wife in the kitchen, stirring a pot of steaming stew.

They both looked around outside. They found no one out there, no clothes basket, and no clothes on the line. Just a fragment of grey cloth frozen to the line under one clothespin. That made such an impression on the girls that they never forgot it.

In the same house, Dee and her sisters often heard someone walking around upstairs. When they went up to look, there was no one. All was in order.

Later, the parents sold the house to another family who were openly told it was haunted. The new owners also heard the horses stomping in the barn and heard footsteps upstairs in the house. They asked their priest to come over and see what he could do.

The priest came. His decisive action took place outside the house and barn. He walked around in the cemetery next to the fenceline. He did whatever a priest does in such a situation and with such a request for help. After he left, the new owners heard no more unexplainable noises.

The original buildings on the farm are all gone now, but the cemetery is still there, just over the half-buried fence.