A short ghost story about an encounter with Little Edie...
From Hamptons magazine, by R. Couri Hay, on August 15-21, 2008, via Grey Gardens Yahoo! Group
Going to Grey Gardens, the legendary estate in East Hampton where the eccentric mother-daughter duo of "Big" and "Little" Edie Beale lived with their dozens of cats, is always intriguing, but I didn't count on seeing a ghost.
...When the thunder and lightning stopped I slipped outside to the garden, where I heard a familiar voice. I figured Hayward was playing one of Little Edie's records (Edie loved to sing). I followed the music back into the house. It was coming from the top floor; suddenly I was getting goose bumps. Quietly, I snuck up the back stairs and climbed to the attic. None of the lights would work. As I entered the hall, the door to what was once the children's playroom slammed shut and the singing stopped. Suddenly the lights worked. I rushed back downstairs and saw director Robert Wilson, who was receiving kudos for his fun Watermill Center gala, but I just couldn't get the words out until now. It sounds crazy, but I had a close encounter with Little Edie's ghost.
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