In August of 1997, I was helping a friend deliver some things for a post-funeral reception that was to be held in the Officers' Quarters Number One, at Fort Concho, in San Angelo, Texas. Fort Concho is the best-preserved and reconstructed cavalry fort in America. This is where the buffalo soldiers were stationed.

It was very early in the morning, and we had to get the key to the building from the curator. We drove to the other side of the parade ground and parked the van. We went inside and I took some things up the staircase to the second floor, while my buddy worked on the first floor. I walked into the west bedroom upstairs and immediately felt as if I had just walked between two people that were standing shoulder to shoulder. I felt I was walking into a tremendous field of static electricity. I had an icy cold sensation, and the hairs on my neck and arms stood straight out. I put one of the vases down that I was carrying and found myself compelled to say, "Excuse me." Then I proceeded to the east bedroom.

When I entered the east bedroom, I saw a little girl out of the corner of my eye, playing on the floor to my left. I placed the vase and when I turned around, she faded away.

A couple of days later I was again with my friend and we stopped by the house of the lady who was responsible for the financing of the restoration of Officers' Quarters Number One. My friend mentioned that I had felt a presence and had seen a little girl. I told her that I had seen her in the east bedroom and she told me that a little girl had died in that very room. Maybe it was her parents that I felt in the west bedroom, or just someone else watching over her.

A few months later, I had the opportunity to stop by Officers' Quarters Number One when it was open to the public during the annual "Christmas at Old Fort Concho" celebration. I was walking around and a staff volunteer came up and asked me what I thought of the building. I told her I thought it was haunted, and repeated the story of the little girl. The lady took me into the living room and uncovered a portrait on the wall above the fireplace. It was the same little girl I had seen upstairs.

According to Cory Robinson at Ft. Concho, the little girl was Edith Clare (Edie) Grierson, daughter of Col. Benjamin H. Grierson, the post commander. Officers' Quarters #1 was the Grierson home from 1875 till 1882. Edie died from typhoid fever in the east bedroom on the evening of September 9, 1878, shortly after her fourteeth birthday.