a very short ghost story by Kathy Ferrell
It was October 31st, 1904, and Tilman Granville was a young man with hope. He had brought a ring back from Charleston and tonight after the barn dance in Guyandotte, he would ask Miss Josephine for her hand.
That night under the poplar tree, Josephine tossed her dark curls and laughed. “I don’t want to marry you, Tilman! I’m going to be the wife of Bartlett Troy!”
Tilman was crushed. He had been so blind and foolish to love so heartless a woman. He ran into the woods, her laughter ringing in his ears. When he finally stopped at a large stone, he dropped to his knees and carved these words…
“Here we part and here we’ll meet again.”
He shot himself.
Josephine was shocked and ashamed of her cruel behavior. She never married and often brought roses to Tilman’s stone. She passed away soon after, and now when I walk past the stone on moonlit October nights, I’ll see her, wandering and lost, sometimes kneeling and sobbing over Tilman’s last words. This October will be 100 years. Perhaps this will be the night they meet again.
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