[Photo source: Google source. This is not the spirit girl described.]
My niece and I share a fascination with stories. Many of them are odd and unusual. Many of them are ghost stories.
I’ve shared copies of ghost story collections with her over the years, mostly M.R.James and Lovecraft and Lord Dunsany. All were classics and I hoped she pulled the comforter to her neck as she read them in her small cabin in eastern Maine.
Mostly, she lived alone in that state of endless forests, pulp wood factories and rocky coastlines.
She had a job as a receptionist at an Inn in North Conway, NH. I’m sure you know the kind of inn where she worked. Nestled in the midst of the White Mountains, where the shadows of Mount Washington darkened the glens and trails and leantos…where the evening shadows came early in the valley’s New England pubs and quaint olde hotels that could be found at many cross roads. She would tell me local ghost tales, but I never had the opportunity of staying at the Inn where she worked. Then she told me about the little ghost girl who was a legend at the Inn. She laughed at the idea but I, to the contrary, thought that the story was something of interest. Spectres of children always evoke a certain melancholy in me. I’m a skeptic when it comes to ghosts in a general sense, but I love the ‘idea’ of them. (I’ve never encountered a spirit, restless or not…that I know of…although I’ve have had some strange feelings in many an old hotel).
So, a few months ago she emailed and, with much excitement, said “I saw the girl in white”. She said she was looking out of the window of her office and saw a little girl in white running around the corner of the Inn. My niece ran to the back window expecting to see the girl…but there was no one in the large backyard.
She felt she had seen the “girl ghost”. I’ve no reason to doubt her. After all, its New England, it’s in keeping with legend and tradition and it fits all the requirements to compel me to tell this story.
At this time of year, as the night of All Hallow’s Eve is upon us.
This story of a little lost girl who died on some unknown date many years ago. My niece’s astute observation skills puts to rest any need or reason for embellishment.
I trust my niece and I trust you to believe this old New England ghost story.
It’s a classic.