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A transcription of a page 2 article in 1 Jan 1925 issue of The Waterford Star newspaper.
[Most paragraph breaks added by the transcriber, the source article having only two.]

Spooky Hollow
by Ai Abbott

When in Simcoe during the Old Boys' and Girls' Reunion, I was asked by Rev. Mr. Newcombe why I did not write a sketch on this well-known place, as it has more than a local reputation as a trysting place for hobgoblins, sprites and nefarious things in the uncanny hours of night, when evil spirits are supposed to hold carnival.

He told me that upon asking a resident the best way to go to Normandale by train, he was told "by all means go to Forestville station and not to go by Spooky Hollow," for "I would not go through there afternight on a bet." So the natives still have a supernatural dread of this rendezvous of spirits.

Mr. Chauncey Cook, who lived near there for over 75 years, and Mr. Roney Davis, who is over 85, and whose memories are as fresh as daisies about its history, when the pioneers settled on the plains of Charlotteville, have told me how the spot got its notoriety and cognomen.

On the hill just north of the ravine was a house wherein dewlt a man who was supposed to have murdered a pedlar for his wares, and his wraith or spirit still haunts the house and its environs. It has been seen several times by those passing through the ravine, which was so shaded by large trees on either side of the road that it was almost dark in the day-time.

Mr. Cook saw something uncanny himself on passing through one night. Five men seemingly were tying a critter by the roadside, but he heard no sound nor was he molested in anyway. No onc reported any cattle stolen.

Some young men went one night into the house to play cards, and they heard old bones rattle and the clink-clink of a chain. They made a hasty exit, but one went back next day to ascertain the cause of the disturbance. A rat trap had been set and a large rat was entrapped, and around it a pile of beef hones.

Several well-known writers have given us vivid descriptions of alleged ghosts. Hamlet and Tam-o'-Shanter has caused many sleepless night by those possessed of too vivid imaginations.,

A small stream of water runs through the ravine, abounding in brook trout, but as no spirit can pass over the centre of a stream, as we are credibly informed by Scotland's bard, those who have been pursued known just what to do.

The late Calvin White (the writer's uncle) had a close call. When he was a young man he went accourting and on returning home rather late, he had an umbrella up to protect him from the rain, when lo! he was on the back of some animal going full tilt down the road. His ghost ride was short, and none too sweet, for he was soon landed in a ditch on top of his umbrella. He always thought it was a steer lying in the road upon which he had stumbled.

Living near was a girl who had a pet pig, and being a somnambulant, she would get up every night and go feed her pig, and then retire again.

A man by the name of Bates, who thought he had a call to preach, but like Jonah, refused to accept the call. This did not serve the purpose of during his sleeping hours he was often rouse up, give out a humn, sing, take a text and deliver an oration or sermon. It was quite a craze to hear him and he was induced to come to Charlotteville. As tjere were no reporters to take down his discourse, the best account we have is from the late Simpson McCall.

Your scribe went through there about two o'clock in the morning to let parents know that a son had been drowned. It was a dismal place, and as the trees seemed to be full of katydids that made an incessant, harsh shrill noise, one could easily imagine he was being harassed by a legion of foul fiends.

An old resident by hie name of Dorey Oakes has a goodly number of stories about the place and love to relate the same. I am told he has some hair raisers about some buried treasures. Any any rate this unique place should find a place in history of Glorious Old Norfolk.

Copyright 2013 John Cardiff