The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-03-15
SHY P NOT ON YOUR LIFE.
This Ghost Is a Dandy from Bleeding
Kansas.
From the Cincinnati Enquirer

JulS Is no ordinary. shy ghost. Tie, she or
it gives manifestations as readily TO the
sSeptic and the unbelievGr as to any one.
In fact, there appears TO be a special de-
sire on the part OF the uncanny visitor to
SHOW Off to people who are sassy TO
it. SkeptiCs with more nerve than Iaitn,
seek its haunts, and they all 60 away
shaking their heads, and admitting that
they cannot explain the aIair.
This ghost took up its abode several
nights ago at the 2-story frame cottage
Of William HaZen. al ia Monroe street, a
very respecta ole and quiet residence sec
ton of the city Mr., Hazeu is one Of the
head blacksmiths at the Santa Re shops
in this city. He is a matter-Ot-fact man,
was a soldier in the war for over three
years, and is q member OF Lincoln Post
No. /, G. A. r.. of this city, and his wife
is a member of Lincoln Circle, Ladies Of
the G. A. r.
Mrs. Hazen occupies a bedroom up
stairs, and her little boy sleeps in an ad-
Joining room, while her husband sleeps
down stairs in order to permit his being
called by the shop Waterman without
disturbing the household, he having ire
quently to look after work that is Urgent.
When the ghost first made its presence
known, it was by peculiar noises in Mrs.
HaZen's room. Al first she paid but little
attention to the noises, then concluding
them on poison, but always found the
tempting dose untouched. A few nights
after, she was awakened by something
pulling at the bed clothes, but the last
thing to enter her mind was that
IT WAS A GHOST.
She talked with her husband and even
the little boy Joined with them in the talk
about the mystery They were the most
radical unbeljevers in anything spiritual,
and Mrs. Hazen announced her deter
minatiOn not to be driven from her room
by any such nonsense Last Thursday
night the family retired as usual, and
about 12o'clock Mrs. Ha2en was aroused
from a deep sleep by loud r4ppiEgs on the
head of her bed. She was determined
not to be disturbed, but soon the bed
cloths began to move, and a hand seemed
to be constantly moving over her arm and
body. The mysterious sounds shifted
from the head of the bed and seemed to
come from the wall, and were so constant
as to disturb her sleep, and she arose in
the morning anything but refreshed.
To a correspondent of the Enquirer she
said: Il was not afraid, because l do not
believe in any supernatural demOnstra-
ton. And told my husband that | was
more determined than ever not to let this
thing drive me from my room, and on Fri
day night | went to bed there as usual.
! am IS years old. but l have never heard
such noises in my life as | heard during
the night. First came the same loud raps
on the head OF my bed, then ! felt hand
passing down my arm. Suddenly my pill
low was grabbed as by hand. 1t began
to move, and pulled on it. too Then the
mattress at the foot began to slide from
the bed. l was on the floor in an instant
and was pulling at the other end. BY
hard pulling kept it from going to the
floor. My slippers, which were on the
floor, went flying through the air, nearly
striking me, and landing against the wall.
That was night of terror to me. ! would
not give up, and, and when tried to
sleep, the loud noises from both the wall
and head of my bed kept me awake III
nally ! tried to talk to the thing, - and it
answered by rapping.
Then I was allowed a few nights Of
rest and sleep, but finally the noises
began again, and ! locked my room
securely and slept in the next room. But
the noises in -Lny room continued and
every NIGHT seemed to increase. At times
the door to my room would creak as if
some one was making powerful effort to
force open the door from heinslde. Yes
terday morning was when the
MOST PECULIAR DEMONSTRATION
of this strange force, or whatever it is,
u. y
late, and was yet in bed while 1 was get
ting breakfast. Our boy was up and
about the sitting room and kitchen. While
| was at work, amt with little thought
lust then of the affair, chair jumped
from the floor to the middle OF the table.
This was the first thing about my eutire
experience which startled me, from the
fact that it was the first funny thing
which had occurred down stairs. { would
% nsfv-
other demonstration if I had seen it up
stairs
But my nerve soon returned and I
tried to talk to it. Three raps sounded
from the table to my question whether it
could write or not [ picked up piece Of
lead pencil from The windOT, reached for
the meat market pass book. put them on
the table and turned a chOpping bowl
over them and when l looked In q few
minutes l read in scrawled poncilinE5
Look in the parlor'
MY boy was just then in the dollhouse
on the back end OF the lot. ! star ed 10
the front room, ana there found every
chair piled in the middle OF the floor
while tides. ornaments and other things
were scattered over the room. Just then
nv bow came in. and, lelvng the disor-
dcred room, we went back 20 the kitchen
where / had jus. pat kettle OF beans or
the stove As we EN- cred the kitchen we
both saw the lid of that kettle fly up and
SPIN in uid air for moment and then fall
to the 1o3r Wnle Gid not. nor do /
now, believe in aay spiritism, yet l
thought I would play il for a spirit in
torment. as it seemed determined to tor
ment me roth day and nigtt. l thought
il might be u consolation to the thing,
and got the Bible from the floor of the
parlor, opened to Isalms. and laid the
book on the table. Ny hand had bat left
the book when it was closed and pnshed
of the table to the table.
But now comes the strange part OF my
experience" said Mrs. Ha2en. Il had
found that the thing could write, and
while going about my work ] kept that
pass book and stub end of a lead pencil
handy, and as J would think of something
to ask, it would write the answer. Finally
it wrote:
4 WILL GIVE rot a SIGN
And it did. Several years ago an old
LADY with two sons moved to Jefferson
street Just back of here. She was sick,
and finally died of consumption Both
her boys worked in the Santa re shops.
aud one Of them in the department with
William, my husband. As soon as /