Prepare for a scare in America's oldest city. As she walked to the end of the hall where the grandmother?s bedroom was, she was startled to see the image of a religious figure wearing the habit of the Sisters of St. Joseph. The nun was fingering rosary beads as she knelt by the elderly lady. As suddenly as the image appeared, it vanished from sight. It wasn?t the mysterious smells that put Minorcan Kenny Beeson over the edge. Nor was it the sounds of booted feet stamping across the floor or the ship?s bell that rang when no one entered the shop door. No, it was when his friend died in the 1960s, and he couldn?t banish the spirits from his shop. Then he suddenly felt a chill. He shivered and looked at the lady. Her long skirt was blowing in the breeze and hanging fabric was flapping over the bushes. Garrett knew there was no wind stirring the air. Certain by then he was seeing a ghost,...
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