Residual spirits are a common yet unique manifestation of ghosts, often just a form of "recording" of an individuals last moments. In my opinion, this is the supernaturalist counterpart to single-celled organisms in biology. Nonetheless, she is as much a disciple as the rest of them. If you’re following me to study my findings and learn from them, consider this an introductory presentation. I present to you, the case of Miriam Loveland.
Miriam is a barely conscious entity, if you can even assign that much meaning to a residual spirit like her. Spirits like this are more so repeating loops across an electromagnetic spectrum. Comparatively to the other disciples, she is by far the most well known and documented. Often appearing around Severna Park under specific circumstances.
Discussion began as early as 2000 on various forums, the earliest found is on a now defunct website; HauntedMaryland.com. The following is an excerpt I was able to recover from the Severna Park sector of this forum
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I am really scared, last night I walked with my brother and sister we past a house and my sister said it was haunted. It looked dead and rotten and we all heard big banging coming from the house. We got home and read stories on the website and after we finished them all I can not sleep now because I am very scared and I see the man when I go to sleep. The house is down the road from my house and I hate it so much.You tend to downplay accidents don’t you
Approximately 1999.
Submitted by Desmond You never liked them being your fault. Don’t you?
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I’m a junior in high school right? I got my permit and everything to park because the school I go to is about a 20-minute drive and I can’t stand buses. I take the same route to school every morning and especially around the more wetter areas it gets foggy on a rainy day. It was late September or early October or something but I was doing my morning commute, trying to be careful because of the amount of fog. Around the bridge I swear to god I hit someone, I fucking HIT someone. The vague shape of a person flew right into the front of my damn car and dispersed into the morning’s mist. Fuck man. I was late to school that morning trying to find the body I hit. Were they wrong for their headlights were off
Now, every now and then, when the weather is calm and misty or whatever, the silhouette of a woman wades between the road. It’s like, if there IS fog, wherever she is, the fog isn’t. The glimpses I got of her I could see through her clearly, like a normal day and not like the humid shit that’s around her, blissfully unaware. She visits me every now and then on my drive. I have kind of accepted her as a small part of my life now, whether I’m crazy or not.Or were you not meant to be catching frogs
Approximately 2000.
Submitted by Earl Crawler A sweet person you were
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I like taking night walks, and sometimes I take pictures. Imagine this for a second. You’re sitting at your kitchen table and it’s about 2:35 am I'd say. Everyone in the house is dead asleep so you’re just there brewing in your own silence. I was looking through my camera, trying to see if I took something cool. I almost didn’t notice this at first, but once I could make out the shape. Jeeze the silence got suffocating. I’m not even scared anymore man, just deeply curious. Never been much of a believer, but now I am. Can someone here tell me what they think this is? I think this is the rainwoman. And yet, you only can haunt the rain
Approximately 2002.
Submitted by anonymous A shame, a shame
Categories: midnight, rainwoman