The Cottage Ghost
My father was a carpenter, and he had just gotten a good job in a village some way off, so he started off on a quest for a cottage for mother and me. I was about nine years old at the time, but I remember it all clearly. Father returned delighted with his luck; he had procured a very cheap house which had been empty some time. There was a good deal of whispering about the cottage, but, finally, we packed up and went to our new abode.
Mother was very pleased. It was a nice little house with three bedrooms upstairs, a kitchen, and a sitting room. The kitchen window looked out on to the path leading up to the door, thence to the high road.
We settled in, and about three weeks passed, when, one night, mother suggested that she and father should go into the village to do some shopping. I had often been left alone, so I did not mind. I went to bed before they started, as it was dark, and I said I would go down and let them in when mother knocked. So they left me.
I must have fallen asleep, but I roused up when three loud knocks came on the outside door, then numerous taps on the kitchen window. I sprang out of bed and made my way quickly down the stairs. Father and mother must be impatient, I thought. As I reached the kitchen I turned my eyes to the window. Standing just outside was a tall, thin woman wrapped in a shawl with a child in her arms. But her face! It was all battered in. I gave a loud cry and, as I did so, she faded away. Mother and father returned shortly afterwards and found me quite insensible on the stone floor. I told them what I had seen and father said, "It is not good enough. It is what everyone sees." So we left the cottage and the owner had it pulled down to turn into stables. Beneath the kitchen window outside, they found a skeleton of a woman and the bones of a child.
~Mrs. E. Smith, Minn., MO
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