the ghost in the web cam

At the present time,i reside in phenix city alabama with my fiance, who is soon to be my wife
but back in 2003-2004 i lived in pine mountaun georgia on a 40 acre tract of land and out in the country near the foot of pine mountain alone.
although there were people living near me,i hardly ever saw them,the most i would see was a car passing by once in a while out on the hamilton pleasent grove road.When i leased the property,the land owner informed me that he had lost a daughter on her 17th birthday due to a skating board accident down in florida where they lived,just to be nice,i ask him where she was buried,expecting him to say "in florida" he however tearfully informed me that she was buried near the place,about a mile or two away.
For some reason,i felt that i needed to visit her grave,and one summer morning i walked over to hopewell methodist church and did just that.
Reading the epitaph on her toombstone,i read "BE CAREFUL,I AM WATCHING YOU"thinking that this was a rather odd thing to have on ones toombstone,i returned to my little trailer out in the woods.
About a week later,my visit to the grave site forgotten,i was chatting with a friend up in Maryland on the computer,and although we had our cameras on,we were typing our conversation to each other.My friend was telling me about her dog and the tricks he would do and i was making the usual replys on how clever the dog seemed to be,but i had noticed off hand that somthing seemed to be wrong with my picture, when i ask if she were geting a clear picture of me sitting down here in georgia,she replied "no,your screen has gone all black on my monitor,this caused me to look closer at the picture of myself that i could plainly see.
What i saw was the figure of a young lady peering over my right shoulder,now i knew that there was no one else in the small trailor except me,by back was to the front door which was about two or three feet away from where i had my computer set up,and i could plainly see it through the eye of the camera
no one except me had entered since i unlocked it and came in to chat on the net.As i sort of jumped,startled,at the sight of a woman looking over my shoulder, the figure turned toward the front door as if gazing out into the front yard through the closed door.Of course,when i turned fully around to make sure that no one was there,i saw nothing at all,and when i turned my gaze back to the computer monitor,the figure was not there any longer.About a month later,the land lord made a surprize visit for thanksgiving,and i ask him if he had a picture of his deceased daughter,yep,you guessed it,the same young lady gazed out of the photograph at me,the same intelligent smile on her face,the same shirt and the same hair style.That it was indeed her in my camera i have no doubt,the why and how she was there i cannot even attempt to answer,that she had been there while alive,i have no doubt either.I left the small trailor just before christmas of that year and have not had an opportunity to return.I did not leave because of the apparition,she ment me no harm and i was never afraid of her and in fact i left her a small decorated Christmas tree on the kitchen table,using some small ornaments that i had found in a closet in a box and of which i thought she might have been fond of.
A little footnote to this story is,that although i have never returned to the traior,i did visit her grave once again and re read the inscription,this time it read "BE CAREFUL,I AM ALWAYS WATCHING" nothing about "YOU" was evident,did i misinterpret the inscription on the first visit?i dont know,that is a mystery to me,but priding myself on my reading ability the way i do,i sort of doubt that i misread it.

Story ID:	1539
Written by:	Bobby O'neill Mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Story
Location:	phenix city alabama u.s.a.
Year:	2003
Person:	me and angela