The Ghost of Crutchfield Hall
“I felt very small, rather like an ant riding in a coach the size of a walnut shell.
After an hour or so, the sky darkened and the wind rose. Rain pelted the coach and streamed down the windows, making it impossible to see out.
We stopped several times to let passengers off and take more on. The rough fellow was replaced by a farmer who had nothing to say to anyone. The old lady was replaced by a young woman who blushed whenever anyone looked at her.
The coach grew stuffy, and the voices around ...me blended into a sort of soothing music. The jolts and bumps and lurches changed to a rocking motion, and I soon fell asleep.
I was startled awake by the large woman beside me. “Stir yourself, child. This is where you get off.”
“Crutchfield Hall,” the coachman bellowed from his seat above us. “Ain’t there someone what wants to get out here?”
I scrambled to my feet and stepped outside. Wind and rain struck me with a force that almost knocked me down. Groggy with sleep, I gazed at empty fields bordered by a forest, bare and bleak on this dark January afternoon.MoreLess
After an hour or so, the sky darkened and the wind rose. Rain pelted the coach and streamed down the windows, making it impossible to see out.
We stopped several times to let passengers off and take more on. The rough fellow was replaced by a farmer who had nothing to say to anyone. The old lady was replaced by a young woman who blushed whenever anyone looked at her.
The coach grew stuffy, and the voices around ...me blended into a sort of soothing music. The jolts and bumps and lurches changed to a rocking motion, and I soon fell asleep.
I was startled awake by the large woman beside me. “Stir yourself, child. This is where you get off.”
“Crutchfield Hall,” the coachman bellowed from his seat above us. “Ain’t there someone what wants to get out here?”
I scrambled to my feet and stepped outside. Wind and rain struck me with a force that almost knocked me down. Groggy with sleep, I gazed at empty fields bordered by a forest, bare and bleak on this dark January afternoon.MoreLess
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