Bunny here at the keyboard to tell you a spooky story for All Hallow’s Eve.
The story I’m going to tell you happened not too far from here. I didn’t get to travel there to take special pictures for you this time, but we’ve been by there. This past summer, I wasn’t thinking about telling a ghost story, though. However, since my annual tradition is to tell a spooky tale from near where we live, I’m going to tell you about The Chesterville Witch.
Young puppies, this is the time for you to avert your eyes.
Chesterville is a town that no longer appears on maps. It still exists, but it’s in a land that time has sort of forgotten. For those who know our area, it’s near Arcola, and you might be starting to get an idea about why it’s disappearing. You see, the area is settled mainly by people of the Amish and Mennonite religions. They don’t use many modern conveniences like electricity and televisions. They still live a lot like they did two hundred years ago. However, if you’re able to find Chesterville and you go out of the village and across a bridge, you’ll find the small Chesterville Cemetery.
Legend has it that over a hundred years ago, there was a very outspoken and liberal-minded young woman living in the community. She didn’t adhere to many of the tenets of the local religion and no doubt there were a lot of people who felt rather threatened by her. She often challenged the Amish faith. She had progressive ideas about how women should be treated. Eventually, she was banished, and I can’t imagine she was too upset about that. In the Amish faith, people don’t question the elders and after she was banished, rumors began to circulate. People said that she was a witch, worshiped the devil and all other manner of silly stories. People’s minds can really get the better of them sometimes, I suppose.
Not long after she was banished, the witch disappeared.
Shortly after she vanished, they found the young woman’s body in a field. They claimed that she died of natural causes, but many suspect that it wasn’t natural. In any event, they took her body to be prepared for burial and people from all over the area came to see the witch’s body. A lot of people were scared that she’d come back to life.
They buried her in the Chesterville Cemetery and planted a tree over her grave. People believed that the tree would keep her spirit trapped inside it and she wouldn’t be able to escape and take revenge. The tree is still standing today, and people believe that if it ever dies, her spirit will escape. To be sure that people would stay away, they erected a wrought iron fence around her grave, as well.
People still claim to see her standing near the grave to this day. They say that the tree still holds her there. Nobody remembers her name, and part of her gravestone is now missing. The tree has grown partially over the wrought iron fence and is now very tall. Nobody now knows whether she really was someone to fear, or if the community was just too caught up in its determination to resist change. I guess they better hope nothing happens to that tree.
And so ends the tale of the Chesterville Witch.
Now that I’ve given you a little trick of a story, drop by my friend Dennis’ blog and treat his brother Tucker with some happy fifteenth birthday wishes. If Tucker were a girl, dark brindle and a Greyhound, he’d be Lilac. I think at fifteen he deserves a lot of birthday wishes. Happy Birthday, Tucker! I hope you eat cake.