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Driving Green Ghost?!

Nationality: American
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Residence: Boston, Massachusetts
Language: English

1. TEXT/TRANSCRIPTION

“So this is something my mom has always told me about, and she swears it really happened. She was really little, like, before she could even talk, and she was outside of her house in Massachusetts. And she says she saw a car drive by, and in the window, there was this ghost, just waving at her.

But the weirdest part? The ghost was green. Not just see-through or white or whatever, like the usual kind. It was glowing green, and she still remembers it so clearly. She always says it wasn’t a dream or anything, like, she genuinely believes it happened, and she’s told the story the same way my whole life. Every time she tells it, it’s like, dead serious.”

2. CONTEXT

“I honestly don’t know where she first told it, I think it just came up when I was a kid and we were talking about scary stuff or something. She’s told it more than once, but it’s always been the same. Like, no changes or anything.

It’s just one of those things she experienced and never forgot. And yeah, she couldn’t even talk yet, but she still remembers seeing that ghost in the car. I guess it just stuck with her. It’s kind of become one of those family stories, like weird, but kind of cool too.”

3. INTERPRETATION (my own analysis)

What I found most fascinating about this story was how vividly her mom remembered something from before she could even speak. It made me think about how certain moments, especially ones that feel emotionally or spiritually intense, can stick in our memory in a way that defies logic or age.

Even though this could just be written off as a childhood imagination or dream, her mom’s consistency and conviction over time gives it more weight. There’s also something symbolic about the ghost being green, unusual for ghost stories, which usually describe white or shadowy figures. The green glow adds a feeling of mystery or even peace, like the ghost wasn’t trying to scare her, just to be seen. The fact that it waved reinforces that feeling. It wasn’t aggressive or malevolent, it was a gesture of recognition or even friendliness.

I also think this story is a good example of how family folklore forms. It’s not something you’d read in a book, it’s personal and lived, passed down from a mother to a daughter. Stories like this build emotional bonds in families and become part of how people understand their own histories. Whether or not it’s “true” doesn’t really matter. What matters is that it meant something to her mom, and now, through the act of storytelling, it means something to AM (the initials of storyteller), and even to me as the listener.

Ghost of Starbucks

Nationality: American
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Residence: Boston, Massachusetts
Language: English

1. TEXT/TRANSCRIPTION

“So this happened to me, like, I was actually there. I was at Starbucks with my friend, and we were just sitting there talking. Nothing weird was going on, we were just having coffee. And then suddenly, one of the glasses on the table literally lifted up by itself. Like, it just floated a little bit into the air and then completely shattered.

It didn’t just fall or tip over, it lifted and then shattered on the floor. And the craziest part was, it wasn’t just us who saw it. The people sitting nearby saw it too, and everyone just kind of froze. I remember we all looked at each other like, ‘Did that really just happen?’ My friend and I were both shocked. There was no explanation for it. No one had touched it. It was one of the weirdest moments of my life, honestly.”

2. CONTEXT

“I’ve told this story to a few people, and I think most of them kind of half-believe me. But I swear it really happened. Like, I know how it sounds, but I know what I saw. And the fact that there were other people around who saw it too makes me feel like I’m not crazy.

It happened in a regular Starbucks, just a normal day. I wasn’t expecting anything weird at all. But ever since then, I’ve been more open to stuff like that, like energy, spirits, or whatever it might be. It just made me feel like there’s more going on than we can explain. My friend still talks about it too, so I know it wasn’t just in my head.”

3. INTERPRETATION

What struck me most about AM’s story wasn’t just the ghostly or paranormal detail, it was how ordinary the setting was. Starbucks is such a familiar, everyday place, which makes the incident feel even more jarring. It’s one thing to hear about haunted houses or old attics, but the fact that something so unexplainable happened in a public, modern setting gives the story a lot of weight. It disrupts the idea that the supernatural only belongs in old or creepy environments.

What makes her story even more compelling is the communal experience. She wasn’t alone, there were witnesses, which adds credibility and changes the dynamic. It becomes less about one person’s strange memory and more about a shared reality that no one could quite explain. That element turns the story into something bigger than a personal anecdote, it becomes a moment that challenges how multiple people perceive and make sense of the world.

From a folkloric perspective, this story feels like a modern ghost tale that reflects a broader cultural interest in unexplained phenomena. It blends the ordinary with the extraordinary, suggesting that the supernatural can appear anywhere, even in the most routine, commercial places. I also think it reveals something personal about AM. She’s not trying to convince people, it’s more about how the experience shifted her worldview. Her openness to the unknown, her trust in her memory, and her willingness to share the story despite disbelief shows a kind of confidence in her own perception, which I find really meaningful.

Deceased Shaker Babies

Background

Location: New Lebanon, NY

Informant: J.R. – 23 year old male, originally from New York State, attended the same high school as the collector

Context

This legend has been told to me many times from many different sources, specific to a boarding school in the remote mountains of the New York Berkshires.

The boarding school mentioned was founded on land that once functioned as a Shaker settlement. The Shakers were a religious minority that sought out to create a utopian, self-sufficient society centered on God. Many of their principles required the separation of man and woman, absolute abstinence was expected. As a result, should a woman become pregnant while she was a member of the settlement, she would be cast out of the community. I have paraphrased the core legend as told by J.R. below.

Main Piece

It was told to me that, though the old Shakers that inhabited our dormitory buildings were required to be abstinent, there were times where a woman would become pregnant and attempt to hide her symptoms until the child was born. If she carried to term, she would deliver the baby and either leave the community or, much more nefariously, kill the child and hide the remains. This story over time was transformed into the legend that the remains of the dead babies would be placed in the walls of the buildings they were constructing as a way to give them a “burial.”

Thoughts

While the the folklore is based in historical accuracy , the belief in the dead babies represents a superstition specific to the school that added mystique and served to entertain (or frighten) the students, The urban legend would be shared or performed to freshman as somewhat of an initiation in to the culture of the school. Variations or abbreviations of the story would reappear in conversation, for example, “be careful, don’t get captured by the Shaker babies!” Due to the age of the settlement the school was established on, and the previous history of the land, ghost stories were commonplace in the conversation and folklore of the school and provided a link between the past and the present of a place that remained for the most part, physically unchanged.

 

For more information on the Shaker community and its ties to folklore, see:

Wolford, John B. “Shaker Studies and Folklore: An Overview.” Folklore Forum, 1989, pp. 78–107., doi:10.1.1.491.9188.

Creamies

Nationality: American
Age: 20
Occupation: Student
Residence: Los Angeles
Performance Date: 3/20
Primary Language: English

This was told to a group of friends during a debate of what soft-served Ice Cream is called across the US. The informant is from Vermont, on the East Coast. There was a divide between East and West coasters over what to call soft-serve ice cream, but the informant was able to give me some background on her reasoning.

“So creamies are what we call soft serve ice cream, and I truly did not know they were called something else until i was eight years old. And like it truly makes sense that that would be what they were called, and um, it makes sense because they’re like ubiquitous, um, there was a creamies, and like, I counted recently, and I worked at an ice cream store over the summer that didn’t sell creamies, and like people came in and asked everyday and asked “do you have creamies” and we’d be like no, but I could stop at four or five places between my house and where I worked over the summer and get a creamie. And I worked maybe two miles from where I lived. Um, and it’s kinda like this thing because, and I kinda realised this recently, because the main industry in Vermont besides tourism is dairy, that it’s, like, i know more than most people about dairy products and that I’ve had them in hoards all my life and it was very encouraged to eat fine dairy. We ate a lot of really good cheese, really good ice cream and really good butter. Um, and so, I guess creams is just slang for a soft serve.”

Playground Lingo

Nationality: American
Age: 22
Occupation: Student
Residence: Los Angeles, CA
Performance Date: 4/12/14
Primary Language: English

Context: The informant is a 23-year-old white female from Florida who grew up with her parents and two older siblings. When the informant was in grade school, a common accusation between kids swinging on adjacent swings, when someone got too close to them, was, “You’re in my shower!”

Analysis: The informant says she remembers the phrase because “I thought it was a weird thing to say, i was like, okay, whatever you say…” This indicates that it was not a widespread saying but perhaps unique to a small area of schools or perhaps even just the one school that the informant attended.

It can be assumed that when someone had possession of a swing, they would be unwilling to give it up or to experience interference from other swingers. The connotation of a shower being a very individual, private space, therefore, transferred onto the swinger’s small area of free movement and they would understandably be indignant of someone invading their “private,” designated area.