‘The Woman in the Pink Nightgown’

[imgbelt img=pinknightgownthumb.jpg]A house in Brandenburg, Kentucky, has changed occupants many times, but one who quit paying rent years ago stays on.

5

Carolyn Courtney

“I thought it was my mom, who was there to see what time I was going to bed.”

After we moved out of the gray house in Brandenburg, we moved into another house owned by the same woman. It was a white house. Had no upstairs. It was also in Brandenburg, and still is.

When you walked into the front door of that house, you went into the living room. Off the living room was a kitchen, and the kitchen had a back door leading out into a carport. Mom and Dad’s room was off the hallway to the left; the second room on the right was the bathroom. But before you got to the bathroom, there was another room on the left. It was my room but I didn’t use it. At the end of the hallway was Granddad’s room.

I slept on the couch in the living room. That’s where the TV and all was. Had an electric lamp on a table behind me, and my dog Krypto was still with me. One night I was laying there on the couch close to midnight, reading a book. I happened to look up over the book and standing at the corner of the living room and the hallway was a woman looking at me. She was wearing a pink nightgown and she had pink curlers in her hair. She never said a word. I thought it was my mom, who was there to see what time I was going to bed.

Carolyn Courtney

“I happened to look up over the book and standing at the corner of the living room and the hallway was a woman looking at me.”

So I just said, “I’m going to bed now.” And I just reached behind me and turned the light out. Didn’t think a thing about it. Went to sleep. Well, I did notice that the dog was acting kinda peculiar. His hair was standing up on the nape of his neck, and he was trembling and doing a combination of a whine and growl. I couldn’t figure out why he was acting that way, knowing Mom was standing there.

So the next morning, I got up and go ready for school. While I was eating breakfast, I asked Mom what she wanted the night before.

She said, “What do you mean?”

I said, “What you did you want last night?”

She said, “I don’t know what you mean.”

I said, “Well, you was standing there looking at me reading my book, but you didn’t say anything.”

She said, “I didn’t get up last night.”

I said, “Yes, you did. You was standing there looking at me. You had on a pink nightgown, and you had pink curlers in your hair.”

She said, “Well, first of all, I don’t have a pink nightgown, and another thing, I don’t have any pink hair curlers. You can go in there and look.”

So I did. I went into the bathroom and looked. She had hair curlers, but they were yellow and green. No pink hair curlers at all. I couldn’t figure it all out.

Well, we had a next door neighbor that lived there in front of us at the time. Her name was Thelma Miller. She has since died, but was alive at the time.

Carolyn Courtney

“By the time the fire department got there, it was too late….”

She said that every time that somebody new moves into the house, this girl will come back to see who it is and to see if it’s her husband. I guess that she’s wanting to get revenge on her husband.

I don’t know what ever happened to him. I don’t know if he’s still in prison, or if he died, or what. I don’t even know who he was. I never found out what this girl’s name was or what this guy’s name was.

But the way that Mrs. Miller described the girl that got murdered, she looked exactly like this woman that appeared to me that night. That house is still standing there in Brandenburg.

Note: This story comes from folklorist William Lynwood Montell’s collection Ghosts across Kentucky. Dr. Montell’s prolific research in The Haunted State has produced a second collection, Tales of Kentucky Ghosts, this year. Many thanks to the author and publisher University Press of Kentucky for kind permission to reprint this tale.

Photographer Carolyn Courtney lives 50 miles east of Brandenburg, in a gray, unhaunted house in Louisville. See more of her work at http://carolyncourtney.com/.

X