The Ghost in the Glen

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The Ghost in the Glen

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Peggy Cameron couldn’t account for the feeling she had descending the front stairway. It was like a prudish father who frowned whenever she was dressed up to go out. It wasn’t the first time either. The same feeling had swept several times in the past few months since the Camerons had moved to the Glen.

Yet the feeling had never been quite so real. Something was there, and it was staring directly at her or it felt like it. I Through her mind swept all all the strange things that had happened since they arrived.

The Glen, built on a large acreages of dense trees near Almonte, had been their dream home. It was built in 1918 by Archibald Rosamond, who owned the Rosamond Textile Mill.  He was one of the town’s richest men when he died in 1945. A few weeks after they moved in, Peggy smelled pipe smoke, an aromatic tobacco that wafted through the upper halls near the front bedroom. She berated her husband, John, because she assumed he was trying to sneak a cigarette when he was supposed to quit smoking. He claimed it wasn’t him, and then it happened again, when nobody else was home. Strange things were happening more often now, too. Her sons swore a wooden bureau had moved on its own.

Things seemed to move from where she put them. And that horrible pipe tobacco . . . There on the stairs, an icy feeling in her chest, Peggy Cameron made up her mind to find out who, or what, was in her house. The answer astounded her. Former cohorts and friends of Archibald Rosamond weren’t surprised when Peggy described the incidents. It was plain–he had come back from the grave. All Archie’s habits his fondness for his pipe, his playfulness and presence in the front room and attic where he spent most of his time were perpetuated by his ghost. The Camerons, took their phantom in stride. Now, especially at parties, when utensils and bowls are missing, there’s an all-purpose explanation. “Oh, it’s just Archie.”

Thanks Meaghan Cameron for the heads up on this story.

 

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About lindaseccaspina

Before she laid her fingers to a keyboard, Linda was a fashion designer, and then owned the eclectic store Flash Cadilac and Savannah Devilles in Ottawa on Rideau Street from 1976-1996. She also did clothing for various media and worked on “You Can’t do that on Television”. After writing for years about things that she cared about or pissed her off on American media she finally found her calling. She is a weekly columnist for the Sherbrooke Record and documents history every single day and has over 6500 blogs about Lanark County and Ottawa and an enormous weekly readership. Linda has published six books and is in her 4th year as a town councillor for Carleton Place. She believes in community and promoting business owners because she believes she can, so she does.

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