Mrs. S. saw her dear husband die some six months ago at their homestead in Campbell Town. Ninety days after that date the neighbourhood became uneasy over reports that, like a dishonoured acceptance, Mr. S’s spirit had returned in a very material and menacing form. From then until now passersby after sunset give No. — Hampton Street a wide berth.

Following the death of her husband, Mrs. S. lived elsewhere and rented out the house. Then tenants soon complained that the place was haunted by a man in black clothes who made weird noises and toppled over chairs. They kept in residence until the ghost started to throw stones. Then they informed Mrs. S. that they must move out and that quickly.

Other tenants were almost immediately found, for No. — Hampton Street is a comfortable dwelling. At first it seemed that the ghost of Mr. S. was at rest, for two nights passed without any frightening demonstrations. But the third day Mr. S. rose again from the grave.

A little girl ran from the bathroom of No. — Hampton Street one morning not so long ago screaming. Her elders gathered around her and enquired what had happened. The child was completely scared. “Big man in the bath!” she lisped hysterically. Several persons visited the bathroom and saw nothing but water in the bath. The little girl, quiet after a great deal of comforting, was certain that when she went in to have her bath there was a big man dressed in black standing inside the bath with its water.

Grown-ups confirm the presence of an apparition clothed in black which is haunting the house. Stones are thrown and, despite the hope of those concerned that the whole affair will turn out to be a practical joke, mysterious things continue to happen at No. — Hampton Street without any good explanation of them.

The premises today are once more occupied. There is still a great number of persons who have no aversion to a ghost so long as no material hurt comes from living with the spirit.

This story of a ghost in Campbell Town is not the first one that has gained credence. Many years ago residents avoided passing late at night the bridge of Hampton Street near Kingston Gardens. The particular cause of the fear was a pig, one of the old rolling calf type, which was sworn to by many teetotalers.

According to the tale of years gone by, the apparition would first be noticed as a tiny animal with a nasal grunt walking ahead of the pedestrian wherever he or she might turn. All of a sudden the pig would swell into a large boar and let off the most unearthly noises. Pairs of persons witnessing the mystery usually each asserted that the other fainted at the sound of the monster apparition and had to be helped away from the scene. Presumably the spirit-pig easily tired of the exercise gained by hopping in front of humans wherever they turned.

Today nobody needs fear walking on Hampton Street at any hour of the night or day. With the coming of asphalted roadways, alas, the ghosts of Kingston have deserted its highways.