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Back in the day when people got their water from wells
The ghost at Saunders lane
by Joanne Gill-Maddick
An old abandoned house is just off a trail behind our family home. This dwelling belonged to a Saunders family who are now deceased.
The residents of the community have reason to believe a ghost resides in the house. The windows are boarded up and the boards are hanging off in places and swinging rampantly in the wind.
At night the lights constantly flicker off and on while the doors are opening and closing by themselves. Smoke towers from the chimney.
A silhouette of an old lady sitting in a rocking chair is seen in the window. She rocks to and fro creating an unsettling and eerie scene to onlookers.
This setting was back in the day when people’s water supply came from man made wells, some of which were bottomless.
On a cold crisp winter's morn, on Dec 13, 1935, at 7am, a wise old woman by the name of Philomena Saunders, set out to retrieve water from her well, she slipped on a patch of ice and fell into the well and drowned.
Upon the anniversary of her death, every year when the clock strikes 7. You'll see her donned in century-old attire consisting of a black and white dress with an apron tied around her waist, along with a matching black and white bonnet for her head.
People have been known to be in the vicinity on this date and seen an apparition of Philomena walking to the well. She was carrying her water buckets in a hoop around her waist, as she did so many times before.
Ghost Story writing prompt entry
An old abandoned house is just off a trail behind our family home. This dwelling belonged to a Saunders family who are now deceased.
The residents of the community have reason to believe a ghost resides in the house. The windows are boarded up and the boards are hanging off in places and swinging rampantly in the wind.
At night the lights constantly flicker off and on while the doors are opening and closing by themselves. Smoke towers from the chimney.
A silhouette of an old lady sitting in a rocking chair is seen in the window. She rocks to and fro creating an unsettling and eerie scene to onlookers.
This setting was back in the day when people’s water supply came from man made wells, some of which were bottomless.
On a cold crisp winter's morn, on Dec 13, 1935, at 7am, a wise old woman by the name of Philomena Saunders, set out to retrieve water from her well, she slipped on a patch of ice and fell into the well and drowned.
Upon the anniversary of her death, every year when the clock strikes 7. You'll see her donned in century-old attire consisting of a black and white dress with an apron tied around her waist, along with a matching black and white bonnet for her head.
People have been known to be in the vicinity on this date and seen an apparition of Philomena walking to the well. She was carrying her water buckets in a hoop around her waist, as she did so many times before.
The residents of the community have reason to believe a ghost resides in the house. The windows are boarded up and the boards are hanging off in places and swinging rampantly in the wind.
At night the lights constantly flicker off and on while the doors are opening and closing by themselves. Smoke towers from the chimney.
A silhouette of an old lady sitting in a rocking chair is seen in the window. She rocks to and fro creating an unsettling and eerie scene to onlookers.
This setting was back in the day when people’s water supply came from man made wells, some of which were bottomless.
On a cold crisp winter's morn, on Dec 13, 1935, at 7am, a wise old woman by the name of Philomena Saunders, set out to retrieve water from her well, she slipped on a patch of ice and fell into the well and drowned.
Upon the anniversary of her death, every year when the clock strikes 7. You'll see her donned in century-old attire consisting of a black and white dress with an apron tied around her waist, along with a matching black and white bonnet for her head.
People have been known to be in the vicinity on this date and seen an apparition of Philomena walking to the well. She was carrying her water buckets in a hoop around her waist, as she did so many times before.
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