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The Bishopsthorpe GhostThe Bishopsthorpe Ghost
The most veritable ghost was the one which was supposed to be the ghost of Archbishop Scrope, who for many years walked the road to conduct his own funeral procession. Perhaps the most persistent story told of his appearance was that told by a man who made his living as a slaughterman, he used to speak with confidence of what he saw.
This Robert Johnson, accompanied by a boy who was apprenticed to a Jubbergate butcher was sent one night to a farm beyond Bishopsthorpe to fetch some sheep. As they returned in the darkness, nearing the hauling land, each suddenly saw a coffin suspended in the air, and moving slowly along in the direction of York.
It tilted occasionally, as if borne on the shoulders of men who were thrown out of step by the rugged character of the roadway. The coffin was covered with a heavy black pall of velvet, fringed with white silk, and was in size and appearance the resting-place of a full grown man.
Behind it, with measured tread, walked a Bishop in lawn, bearing on his hands a large open book, over which his head bent, but from his lips no sound came. On went the procession, with the steady precision observed in bearing the dead to the grave, whilst the sheep kept pace, and would not be driven past the strange sight. Nobody could be mistaken in the apparition. The night, through dark, was too light to admit of mistake.
The spectre procession moved at a leisured pace for some considerable distance till it came to the field where the Archbishop was beheaded. Then it disappeared as hastily as it had come, and returned to its rest. But not so with the man and boy, having arrived at their destination after very few particulars, spoken amid much fear, they were taken off to bed, where they remained for many days, wrung in mind and body by the terrible shock.
When sufficiently recovered, their story was repeated with particular detail, and gained universal credence, from the fact many villagers and many citizens had experienced the sight and sensation. The boy forsook his business and took to the sea, lest he should ever gain be compelled to take a similar journey, and be subject to like experience, whilst the man ever after avoided that road at nightfall, but never swerved from declaring his story true. More than once after this, men who had sat late at their cups were frightened into sobriety by the reappearance of the strange funeral procession, but the ghost has done its work, for in our day it never appears.
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weirdspirit
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This should be worth investigating too.
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