I was in my early or mid teens when my parents bought the house on South Broadway in the 1950s. The first thing I noticed was often hearing voices as if in conversation but coming from another room. My mother heard them too.

When my brother was about ten or eleven, he had a bedroom on the back of the house with a window opening onto a large winter porch where he would play quite often. One night he came into the living room and told me somebody was calling his name from the back yard. As it was dark outside, I told him to play in his bedroom. Later, he heard the voice again but this time it came from the back porch. I told him to stay in the living room with me.

My bedroom was at the front of the house and shared a wall with the front porch. The head of my bed was near a window that looked onto the porch. That bedroom was always cold even after a new furnace was installed with two hot air vents in there. When my youngest boy was about four he asked if he could sleep in my room with me but before he went to sleep, he said he wanted to go back to his own room as he felt scared.

Late one night after we had gone to bed, I saw a man pulling hard on the door trying to get in. I went into the living room and told my brother what I had seen. "What man?" he asked. "It's Daddy," I answered, “and he was wearing his Civil Defense uniform” (My father was a volunteer officer in the Civil Defense). My brother looked in my parents room but they were both still asleep. He then opened the front door and looked around but saw nobody.

Another time, my youngest brother was playing in his bedroom and my older brother was reading in the same room. After a little while, my youngest brother said, "Hi Daddy." But my older brother said, "Daddy isn't here, he's gone shopping." "No," said my younger brother, "he just walked past." They searched all over the house but nobody else was home. Later, my parents returned home from shopping!

Years later, after I was married and no longer living in Fort Scott, my mother said something had awoken her in the night. She sat up in bed and could clearly see into the living room and saw who she thought was my father in his Civil Defense uniform, standing in the doorway looking at her. My father was asleep in bed next to her. She lay down, turned her head toward the bathroom door and he was standing there, then gone.

In the dining room was a built-in china cabinet, which came up to the kitchen door so could be seen from the kitchen. One afternoon I was sitting in the kitchen looking toward the dining room door, when I  saw what I thought was water dripping from the ceiling. Assuming we had a leak, I felt the ceiling and floor but neither was wet. The drip wasn't in front of the cabinet glass, or we would have noticed a reflection. It was also seen from the dining room and my brother’s bedroom on other occasions and though it was not seen every day, it was always seen during the day time.