Here is a story from Katie from West Virginia.

This is a paranormal case, or it's a series of paranormal stories that I really got a kick out of.

And she writes, I've seen that you have other stories on your channel, and I thought these might be

interesting to you. So even if you don't read them on the podcast, please enjoy. I grew up in

the mountains of West Virginia. My grandpa was great at recounting stories from his childhood,

and it was a family pastime to sit on the front porch or by the coal

fire in the winter and hear him tell a tale or two.

These two stories happened in Webster, West Virginia.

It was a tiny area just outside of Grafton where a lot of coal miners and railway workers

used to stay. It was between Grafton and

Philippi. When my grandpa was younger, he and his brothers slept in what was a large walk-in closet

situated near the front of their house. He said the wall next to their heads backed up to the

front porch.

From as far back as he could remember, he and his brother, Jr. would hear footsteps on the porch at night.

He said it sounded like a lady wearing high heels, pacing back and forth.

As they got older, they started playing around with it, and they were shouting and

knocking on the wall, yelling at it. And one night, he said his dad came in there and shouted,

Now you boys settle down to leave that alone. That thing has been here for as long as I have,

and it's never heard anyone. My grandpa always thought it was a ghost of some description,

and from then on they lay there quietly and listen for it every night, because nobody messed with

his dad. My grandpa had an aunt named Izzy, and Izzy ran a boarding house for coal miners not far from where we grew up in Webster.

Izzy was known to have a bit of a foul mouth and was afraid of nothing.

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