The hunting party ended abruptly. A similar apparition was seen during the same period, moving across the home's sloping lawn on moonlit nights. Crying softly, the white clad woman crossed the roadway and entered the family cemetery. She moved among the gravestones and finally sank to the ground sobbing beside one of the graves. Maude McAlpine Siddall's history of Fanthorp Inn ends in the 1950s, when the home once again was occupied by a family.
Investigation reveals the rooms undisturbed and in perfect order.
They end the story saying, 'It's just our ancestral ghosts come to see us. They were nice people and won't harm us. These are the tales we've uncovered in our search for ghost stories in and around the state parks. While I was walking around the grounds, I felt some sort of presence walking along beside me. Ordinary cameras convert our three-dimensional world into photographs without depth.