I visited in early December, on a day when many local folks had gathered at the Mudd house for a Victorian Christmas celebration. The weather was lousy that day, with soggy ground and blowing snow, but the folks there put on a brave face and did their thing. There were Civil War reenactors encamped on the front lawn with white canvass tents and campfires. There were cookies and cider available in the visitor's center, and lots of folks milling about.
I went into the front door of the house, and was greeted by a lady in period dress, who invited me to begin the tour upstairs. With the wet weather, she cautioned me not to slip on the steps, and added "be careful as one of our ghosts might give you a push!" I looked at her expecting to see a joking grin - but there was none!
I agree with the other reviewer's detailed descriptions, except that I personally saw no evidence of the paranormal. I ended up in the kitchen, which I, too, found fascinating, but for different reasons. There were about 5-6 local folks gathered in front of the fire, and a table spread with stew and cornbread. I was invited in, and offered some food (which I'm sure is not the usual experience; this was a special feature for the day). While I was there in the kitchen, one of the ladies there commented that one of the Civil War reenactors from the front lawn had been in several times to warm himself - one who was wearing a Union uniform. The room got kind of quiet, and one older gentleman standing near me said "Ohh, she won't like that. We'll find some things out of place for sure". He then proceeded to tell me several tales of ghostly encounters in and around the house, including by the team from the TAPS television show.
I am a fan of that program, and had seen the episode from the Mudd house. I am not necessarily a firm believer in the paranormal, but I respect those who are, and I enjoyed talking to the local folks who take care of this house and seem to firmly believe in its ghostly occupants.
I thanked these folks for their kind hospitality, and started trudging through the snow down the front lawn past the Civil War reenactors huddled around their campfires. It did occur to me to wonder how many of them were real, and how many were . . . well - you know!
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