From David J. Pitkin's 2005 book,
Haunted Saratoga County
The
Weed House
In the early 1800s, David
Weed built a frame house near the present Cramer Road. It
was difficult ground to farm and Weed had to struggle. Only
with the help of Louisa, his wife, and two sons could he
make a go of the operation. One of the sons died in the
1830s, and then Louisa shortly thereafter. The loss of
loved ones and helpers was too much for Weed. He deeded the
property to hid daughter in law, Fannie Brown, and moved to
a new life near Oswego. He prospered there after remarrying
and starting a new family, so he never returned to Saratoga
County.
Fannie appreciated the inheritance but was unable to work
the farm, and chose to put the property up for sale. At the
time, women were legally unable to sell property in New
York State, and the law stipulated she have a man serve as
her agent or guardian in legal matters, and the judge
appointed a Mr. Thomas Anderson to fill that role.
Curiously, there seems to have been no ghostly phenomena in
that house in the 1800s; perhaps Anderson was still alive.
It has only been in the 20th Century that modern residents
in the old Weed house have experienced the guiding hand of
the ghost. In the early 1980s the present owners relaxed on
the old house’s sun porch. The day was warm and
sunny, and breezes were gentle. The relaxing spell was
suddenly broken by a resounding crash from inside the
house. The family members scrambled inside to survey what
must be great damage. They were astonished to find no
disaster, no objects moved, and nobody else within the
house. After that introduction, the ghost began to manifest
more frequently. The daughter was puzzled on two occasions
to hear a male voice call her name. In the first instance
she believed it to her father calling and, as is typical of
teenagers, she did not respond. After the second, more
insistent call, she responded, “What?” At first
there was no response, then from another room, her live
father said, with a shaking voice, “Did you hear that
too?”
The son had an old car, which had broken down in the
driveway and had not been drivable for a month or so. One
day, the mother noticed that the car had moved some
twenty-five feet along the level driveway. The vehicle was
too heavy for the son to push, and she knew her husband and
daughter weren’t responsible. She stood stunned,
holding wet clothes in her hands, and a clothespin in her
mouth. How could it have happened, and who did it? She
could only ponder the unthinkable—the ghost of Tom
Anderson had been the culprit!
Many times it is the female members of the family who are
the beneficiaries of Tom’s assistance. One snowy
evening, the daughter, Lillian, sat studying on her bed,
having raised the window a bit to let fresh air into the
room. When she completed the studies for the next
day’s test in school, she turned out the study light
and dropped off to sleep hoping for a ‘snow
day” on the morrow, and unmindful of the open window.
She pulled the electric blanket around herself and dozed. A
few hours later, her dream state was shattered by a loud
noise. She awoke and realized that her window shade had had
suddenly and noisily zipped to the top of the window
casing. She snapped on her study light and was stunned to
note that snow had blown through the window and onto her
electric blanket, which was now wet. She might have been
electrocuted had she not been roused by the noise!
Tom seems to have taken special care of Lillian, awakening
her one morning with a loud voice calling “Lillian,
it’s time to get up!” Figuring the voice was
that of her father, she sleepily obeyed and headed for the
bathroom. As she passed her father’s bedroom she
spotted him fast asleep in his bed. Who had awakened her?
It seems that Tom Anderson, having taken the oath to aid
Fanny Brown over a century ago, is determined to remain on
the job, helping all the women residents almost two hundred
years later.