Barkerville, Williams Creek, Cariboo


The writer of the following curious communication is a respectable widow lady, residing not far from the Irish metropolis, at a fashionable watering place:-The first day I came here some of the furniture was put into the yard. At night I was awoke by a noise like moving furniture. I opened the window and looked out, but could not see anything. Every night I was disturbed with noises like a noisy servant going through the house. In the evening knocks and creaking of the furniture went on so that the servants were quite terrified. I was in hope I could account in some way, and did not feel the alarm that they did.

Soon after I came they both took scarlatania, and I frequently had to get up in the night and go to them and give them medicine. The noises were most distressing to me, but after sometime I had other trials with my unseen annoyance. There were many noises like the stroke of a whip on the furniture and one night I was actually raised up in the bed. I often feel as if some one lay beside me, and tried to crush me out of bed. The servants often tell me of similar things happening to them. I have been trying to bear with all this, and much more, because I have the house on a lease, and cannot give it up to the landlady. Servants have left on account of the frights but this winter it is worse than ever. I lately got a dog, and few nights after he came he awoke us with barking, and we thought some one was trying to break into the house, but there was no appearance of it in the morning.

A day or two after the servants were sitting in the kitchen when noises were heard in different parts and the dog yelled frightfully. When we were going to bed I said to the servant if she heard the dog frightened in the night to go and bring him in to her bedroom. He yelled most frightfully an hour or two after we were in bed, so much so that I went myself to the kitchen and the poor brute was nearly dead with fright. I took him to my own room, and in the morning I asked why she did not go for him; the girl said she was really afraid to go on the stairs as she heard the footsteps so plainly, and afterwards, (and whatever it was) went into the room next to them.

Last night there was a knock at the ball door (there often is), and the dog whined; he sleeps in my room. I thought there must be some one really at the door, but, while I was thinking this, the dreadful thing, (whatever it is), lay down beside me and crushed me. All I could do was shout; it then left me. Now, you may make what use you please of this account, without mentioning my name or residence. I can assure you I have not written one word but truth, and, of course, have only given a sketch of what occurs frequently; but I think the dog being so terrified has added to my own distress. The servants say they see a little fat woman, but I never saw anything.-'Londonderry' Sentinel

JULY 22, 1865

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