For years there has been the rumor that a female spirit roamed the upstairs of the historic structure, and it's true! But why did she choose to manifest herself to me? Maybe it's because I was writing her story, to be included in my collection of ghost stories and spooky tales from DeKalb County titled Hollers From The Hollers. Or perhaps it's because I remind her of someone special. She's waiting for her Johnny to come marching home. Is she still forlornly waving goodbye, or waving hello? Was someone beside me that I wasn't aware of?
This is another legitimate reason to preserve historic structures. When something dramatic or traumatic occurs at a place it leaves an indelible mark that cannot be erased. When they are neglected or torn down, not only does the outside vanish, what's inside does as well. These old places have stories to tell. Voices are calling, and spirits waving, to us. We need to pay attention. There are lessons to be learned in preservation.