A Murder Revealed By A Ghost.
The Kendal Mercury relates the following strange story:-
At the high end of Stramongate, in Kitty Gibson’s yard, stand some very old buildings, and in one of these, a part of which faces the street, and was, about a century ago, a public house known by the sign of the Black Horse, the following strange occurrence took place a few days ago:-
There is a cottage at the upper end of this yard, which is occupied by a man named Joseph Allison, bobbin turner, and one of the inmates, a young woman of the name of Marian Allan, sister of Mrs Allison, who has been bedridden and nearly blind for some times past, and an object of sympathy, on account of her sufferings, is the “medium” through which the strange story now in circulation has been set afloat.
It appears that on Monday evening last, while some five or six men and women were sitting by the fireside downstairs, all at once they were considerably alarmed by some heavy sounds, as if some one was knocking violently in a room upstairs; this noise continued for some time – knock-knock-knock – louder and louder – so much so that the concussion shook th ehouse as if it were about to be brought down altogether – one person stating that the chair in which he was sitting was fairly lifted up. What could be the cause of this fearful noise? It was suggested that perhaps the poor woman ill in bed and helpless, might have fallen on the floor, and was knocking for assistance.
On proceeding to her apartment, she gave forth this curious revelation, which bids fair to emulate the far-famed “Cock-lane Ghost.” An apparition had visited her (which she had been permitted to behold for a time, and then her eyesight left her as before), the figure of a man dressed in black, of a grim an drough aspect. She describes something breathed in her face – that the lighted candle in the room burned dim, and finally either went out of its own accord, or was extinguished by some unseen hand, when th efigure appeared as stated. On acquiring sufficient utterance, she inquired of the ghost in the name of the Holy Trinity, why she was troubled with his presence. On the third time of asking, the spector spoke in a thick, husky, hollow voice telling her, whilst pointing to the direction below, to follow him to the cellar of the house, where, on removing the flagstone of the hearth, something would be found buried, which was the special purpose of his visit to reveal. On stating this, the form of the unearthly visitant vanished like a dim shadow.
Slowly and silently the parties went to the locality in the cellar pointed out by the man in black – dug up the hearth flag, and found a quantity of bones (which yet remain for the inspection of the curious) buried a little below the surface. A quantity of hops in good preservation were found scattered here and there over the soil. These bones (human they are said to be by some in such matters) have been examined by scores of people. Their state of decay leads to the supposition that a long long time has elapsed since they were put beneath the ground.
It is to be regretted that the ghost did not reveal more of the “secrets of his prison house.” It may be he was forbidden to do so – no one can tell, only that conjecture is rife as to the history of these cannonised bones. Whether some foul unnatural murder has been committed of ancient date, long hidden but now come under these circumstances, we are not prepared to say. The revelation and discovery so far are the foremost topics of remark both in town and country, from the latter of which a great number of the dealers in the marvelous have been heard to satisfy themselves as to the truth of what they had heard.
Maidstone Telegraph, 19th January 1861.