GHOST STORY
The Deeping Ghost The first time that the ghost walks took place in Deeping St James, Paul and I walked through the churchyard to put candles at appropriate places along Church Walk. As we walked back a mist had fallen and it swirled around us, making the atmosphere dank and lonely. Muffled sounds could be heard in the distance. In an hour there would be an expectant crowd, an eagle owl would perch on the back of a gravestone, and Clive the baker would suddenly materialise from the church, holding an umbrella and wearing a wide-brimmed hat, resplendent in a long black cape which flowed behind him. Seventy years before, three teenage girls had got themselves ready in their best summer frocks and walked together, laughing and chatting, from their homes in Eastgate to the pictures at the old Empire in Market Deeping. Their names were Mitzi, Mary and Nancy. They little thought that this would be a night that they would remember for the rest of their lives. They paid one shilling and thru’pence for their tickets and then enjoyed a full programme: advertising trailers of forthcoming attractions, a feature film and PathÊ Gazette news items. When they left the cinema it was dark but moonlit and so they strolled along the familiar way home, chattering about the film, the film stars and all things that girls of 18 are interested in. continued >
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