It’s Halloween and ghost-story time. Here’s one from the Sept. 2, 1911, edition of the Medford (Ore.) Sun newspaper. It starts like this:
“Ghosts! The residents of the east side near the bridge have been seeing one. The ghost is the regulation kind being white and having the faculty of doing unexplainable things.”
The story continues, “As the clock in the belfry of the old water tower tolls the hour of 3am, … from the battlements of Bear creek bridge there emerges the ghost. Hesitating a moment, it turns and hurries across the field adjacent to the Pacific and Eastern track, feet scarcely touching mother earth, its whole body a swirling white ball. Contemptuous of man-made fences, houses and freight cars, it continues its headlong dash until it disappears in the dusk, a white speck revolving over and over and going…into the depths of unknown dark.
“Every night in the week except Sunday the queer specter repeats the performance …
“No chickens, watermelons nor money have been missed, however …
“The east side is taking much local pride in the ghost and if it continues its efforts…it may become firmly established.”
Source: "Ghost Troubles East Side." Medford Sun Sept. 1911: 4. Print.
