Bluenose Ghosts by Helen Creighton

Author:Helen Creighton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: FIC012000, FIC010000
Publisher: Nimbus
Published: 2010-08-18T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter SEVEN

GHOSTS HELPFUL, HARMFUL, AND HEADLESS

HELPFUL GHOSTS

Of all the ghost stories I have heard, I know of none so comforting and touching as this from a man in Dartmouth. I had called him on the telephone to ask about a house he had once lived in and, when he had given that information, he rather shyly told me this story. He had cherished it quietly in his heart for many years, and it is with much pleasure that I share it now with you. He is one of our most successful business men, a pillar of his church, and is thoroughly liked and respected by all. I think of him as a matter-of-fact rather than an imaginative man, which characteristic gives added weight to his story.

“When I was a young man I was out courting and I had to come home over a lonely road that had very few houses. It was a bright moonlight night. Before long I heard footsteps and noticed a shadow behind me. I walked a little faster, and so did the person following me. Then I slowed down, and so did he. When I got to within about two hundred yards from the house I turned around to see who it was and there, standing in the road was my father who had been dead for nearly three years. I saw him clearly, even to the gold watch chain that he always wore, and that I always connected with him in my thoughts. I was too frightened to speak, but ran in the house and got into bed and under the clothes where I lay shaking for the rest of the night.

“In the morning I got up and went to my work, and there I was told a very strange thing. There were three men who thought I had done something that I hadn’t, and they had been hiding in the bushes as I walked home, planning to attack me. When they saw another man walking along behind me they didn’t dare, and so I suppose my life was saved. It is many years since this happened, but it is as vivid today as it was the night it occurred.”

I told this to an elderly clergyman who was much impressed and wondered if it offered an explanation to an incident of his younger days that he had never been able to understand. He was about to walk over a path across Citadel Hill in Halifax and was passing a place where there was a high board fence. It was a lonely spot, and the night was dark and gloomy. He began to feel frightened and, at the same moment, he heard footsteps behind him. He thought, “This man is walking faster than I am, I might as well let him pass me.” So the man passed and he saw as well as heard him. That placed him between our young man and the high fence. By this time the road was better lighted and as

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