This is a story of Mary Tulmen. She had deid at 18. Mary was a bride's maid. She was in the garden when people said she went crazy.
They said that she was running around the garden screeming, "There is no one here! I'M alone!". Every time somebody trid to help her, she just ran past them.
She died mumbling, "Somebody...Help...they're killing me..."
Some say you can hear her faint screeming in the garden at midnight.
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