Another previous resident-let's call her Betty-also heard what sounded like someone walking and creeping along the steep stairs, but she says the sounds would stop whenever the lights were switched on. She also noticed an increase in activity when she cleaned off the old grave of Addie Harris. Whenever Betty replaced the flowers, however, the house would become peaceful. As a result, she and the other residents affectionately refer to the disturbance as "Addie."

This is the door to the closet beneath the stairs where it is said the three children who lived there in pre-Civil War days had their playroom.

Mary Lee's hazel eyes sparkle, and she laughs as she tells about the time her kids had friends over to spend the night. They all slept in the living room and Mary Lee was in the downstairs front bedroom:

"About one or two in the morning I heard someone falling and stumbling on the stairs. I thought, 'Oh no, one of the kids has gotten up to go the bathroom and has become disoriented!' But when I got up to check, all of the kids were sleeping. I had a little trouble getting back to sleep that night."

On two occasions Mary Lee thought she had seen someone walking on the upstairs gallery outside her bedroom. But she told no one about it, at least not at that time.

Then her seven-year-old daughter, Lydia, woke up one night to find a lady with black hair standing at the foot of her bed. Though Lydia tried to awake Mary Lee, she said she could not, so she "just closed her eyes tight and went back to sleep." In the morning she told Mary Lee about her strange visitor.

Mary Lee says she didn't make a big deal of it at the time, but she did ask how the lady was dressed. Lydia answered that the woman was wearing a red dress with "drapery stuff hanging down from the sleeves."

That's when Mary Lee began questioning the previous residents of Susie to find out if anything unusual had ever happened to them.

One of them told her about the time that relatives of yet another previous owner had come through town and stopped by for a visit. These visitors had some old photos of portraits which had once hung in the home. Incredibly, one of the portraits was of a lady with black hair and wearing a deep red dress with draped sleeves.

The Wicks have since had their home blessed, and are seldom disturbed by strange noises. But now and then when they do hear something, they good-naturedly quip, "It's just Miss Addie."

And on the grounds outside, beneath the moss covered live oaks, there's an inscription stop the crumbling brick structures of Addie's grave. "Weep not," it reads, "for she is not dead. She is only sleeping."