My maternal grandparents bought a farm in Irwin County, Georgia in the 1930s. On the farm was a turn-of-the-century farmhouse, which they moved into with their family. The previous owners were the Turners, and old Mr. Turner had died in the house, in one of the bedrooms.
As soon as my grandparents and their children, two boys and two girls at the time, moved in, they all began to hear strange noises. They could hear someone rocking and walking on the porch. They could also smell pipe tobacco sometimes. No one in the family smoked, but Mr. Turner had. The bedroom where the old man had died seemed to be the most haunted room in the house. At first, it was my uncle’s room, but he got too scared to stay in it at night. My other uncle, who was older, teased his younger brother and agreed to swap bedrooms with him. Well, he didn’t last long in the haunted bedroom, either. They both said they saw a shadow of an old man and could sometimes hear him clearing his throat.
Since no one would stay in the bedroom, my grandmother and grandfather turned it into a canning kitchen. It was used only during the day, so it worked out well.
When I was a little kid, I occasionally spent the night at my grandparents’ house. I didn’t like going into the canning kitchen – even before I knew the story of Mr. Turner. It just gave me a creepy feeling.
After my grandfather died, my grandmother moved to town, and one of my uncles bought the old farmhouse. I stayed there a lot in the summers as a teenager so that I could work in tobacco. My cousins and I often heard footsteps on the front porch, and sometimes at night one of the porch rockers would rock all by itself. We were no longer afraid of the spirit since it wasn't evil. In fact, we thought it was pretty cool. When our friends visited, they heard the footsteps and saw the chair rocking, too. When they asked about it, we nonchalantly told them it was just Mr. Turner’s ghost.