ANDin early 1990, I traveled to Orcas Island in the San Juan Islands, Washington, to stay with family and friends at an older property set on 80 lovely, wooded acres. It was a heated August afternoon and everyone went out to play tennis except me. After resting outside for a while, I felt heated and decided to nippy down inside.
The house was very lovely, so I went on a guided tour. I ended up in what looked like an attic and saw a lovely wood framed mirror which I looked into. Suddenly I heard voices around me, talking frantically, trying to be heard. Startled and a bit shocked, I ran downstairs and escaped outside. I wasn't going to go back to that house alone! When the owner's son returned with his family, I asked who could be haunting the house. I was told there was a ghost in the house and it was a woman who had committed suicide decades earlier. She plugged her car's exhaust pipe with a rag and ran the engine in the garage until she died of carbon dioxide poisoning. She left this world, but she did not leave the manor.
