The Ghost of Finn Town

I lived in a neighborhood that was called Finn Town when I was nine years old. It was an exciting place to live, with lots going on most of the time. This is where I lived at the time I saw the ghost!

It was in the dead of night when something woke me up and in the dim light I saw a male figure clad in a night shirt and a night cap approaching my bed. He had a dagger in his hand. He had murder on his mind, no doubt.

I screamed and both of my parents came to see what the matter was. The ghost has crawled under my bed by the time my rescuers came and I warned them that the ghost would stab their bare feet!

They had pity on me and took me to their bed for the rest of the night.

Earlier in the day, a few of the older neighborhood girls had put on a terrifying play up in

the empty large attic floor of a two- apartment building. The admission charge was one cent.

Luckily, (?) that day I had a penny. In this play one of the characters was a robber and a murderer who was dressed in a night shirt and a night cap. (shades of Dickens!) He came to steal precious jewels from a trunk full of them. Where these girls got this jewelry is beyond me, but it sure looked real as the lights were low. The dagger was probably made of cardboard.

Obviously, I was so impressed with the play that I dreamt my own terrifying version that night.

But, gee, it was so real!!