The Haunted Christmas Quilt

 I sat in my sewing room and read an article on a haunted quilt.  I was grateful that none of the 200 or so quilts in the storage room next to me weren't haunted.  

And then I heard a THUNK.  Scared the beegeezus out of me but fortunately it was my husband who had quietly entered the house after a dog walk.

Christmas ghost stories were a Victorian tradition.  Of course we all think about A Christmas Carol but there were more stories that featured the holiday and ghosts.  Here is a great article on some of those books.

Our story isn't Victorian though...

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The year was 1963.  Stories about about a haunted quilt in Poy Sippi, Wisconsin were widely syndicated in early autumn...

The Monroe family moved to their house and found a quilt folded neatly in a box.  It was a crazy quilt that featured colors in red, black, and yellow.  After two years, Mrs. Monroe thought she should put it on the guestroom bed because it was so pretty.

Above the "haunted quilt"

When Mrs. Monroe's adult daughter came to visit,  she stayed in the guest room.  After midnight, the daughter was awakened by tugging motions of the quilt at the foot of the bed.  And then she heard a voice say clearly, 

"GIVE ME MY CHRISTMAS QUILT!"

The daughter held onto the quilt for three hours, scared to even make a sound until the tugging finally subsided.

Later a neighbor woman and her daughter used the quilt.  They reported that the quilt would become hot, heavy (as if to crush them) and wriggled to the floor.

Mrs. Monroe's daughter-in-law reported that when she used the quilt, she heard a heartbeat.

Every time someone used the quilt, it became active in the wee hours of the morning.  Mrs. Monroe's granddaughter's boyfriend took the quilt to Arizona to use (and study).  The quilt wriggled off the bed and then there was a knock at the front door.  The boyfriend reported that it was raining outside but when he opened the door, there was a man there who was completely dry, dressed as a farmer, and was faceless.  The image turned and walked  away...

The quilt was tested by a variety of people, the last being Mrs. Monroe's husband.  He was perhaps the biggest skeptic.  The quilt tugged him for three hours and when Mr. Monroe finally released the quilt, it "crawled under the dresser."

A group of adventurous 6 women decided to test the quilt (with a "slumber seance") and were even ready to photograph it but the quilt disappeared.  Mrs. Monroe had mailed the quilt to a relative in Oakland California to test.  The quilt was "lost in the mail."  

Mrs. Monroe stated she did have a heart condition and the quilt scared the heck out of her.

No word was ever published on where the quilt ended up.  For that fact, no one seems to know who owned the quilt because the man who had lived there had passed away.  The quilt was never returned to the Monroe family.

This isn't the only haunted quilt story I have heard.  There was a haunted quilt called "the cussing quilt" and you can read about it here.

As much as I joke about "quilt mojo" I find myself extremely grateful that none of my quilts have bad energy to haunt me.  Maybe the quilts are grateful to be cherished here.

Have a safe and happy day!