(Part Two--Conclusion)
At one time there was a woman of rank living in London who was hated
by everyone. When she died, she was not missed, but her spirit haunted
her home every night. After a number of years someone saw her approach
one side of a room and paw at a wall. Then she disappeared. The wall
was removed and many valuable papers were discovered, including one
that proved she had murdered her husband. Her ghost never appeared
after that. It seemed that at last she had repented her evil
existence, and was trying to redeem her soul.
The guard of the London prison tower was making one of his nightly
rounds when he discovered a peculiar light emanating from the utmost
tower. Upon climbing up he noticed that it was an unearthly blue-white
light which permeated everything within, but seemed to have no point
of origin. Within this baleful gleam he saw the spirits of those that
had died in the London tower through the ages--warriors of the time of
Henry the Eighth--and noblemen of all periods. They were marching in a
solemn procession. Suddenly everything faded and the guard found
himself in utter darkness.
There are many other ghost stories of London--such as phantom hands
appearing above the water of the Thames, sworn to by witnesses to be
gospel truth--but our reason forces us to reject them.
Recently, the noted Weird Tales author, Elliott O'Donnell, released
his book, "Ghosts of London," which relates further tales of this
nature.