Elizabeth Fry
Does a story from across the 'pond' count? Just in case, I started my
library career as a junior assistant in the Hornchurch branch of Havering
Public Libraries, one of the Greater London Boroughs. The Library was, at
that time, housed in a converted eighteenth-century building, called
'Fairkytes, in Billet Lane. The house was rambling and on many different
floors and levels. None of us liked to go in to the stack, which was down a
long corridor, partly underground. It was badly lit, smelled of damp and
was generally rather unpleasant. The remainder of the house was rather
pleasant in the day but, as evening wore on, it became a little oppresive.
Having worked there for some time I had discovered the local story: the
building was uspposed to be haunted by the ghost of Elizabeth Fry, the
noted prison reformer, and, though callow and lacking in imagination, I
could almost imagine her looking over my shoulder as I shelved the books
and sorted the issue; certainly one didn't like to contemplate a trip to
the stack in the late evening.
One day, one of our readers of long standing said to me: "I see she's back,
then"; not sure to what he might be referring I asked to whom he was
referring. He replied, "To old Liz -- you know the story, dont you?" Of
course, I did and said as much. "you see, he said, I was walking along
this road last night at about eleven o'clock and looked up at the window on
the first floor: there was a white figure moving around -- so it could only
be her, couldn't it?" I said I didn't know and thought it might have been
a reflection of the street lights; our conversation moved on to other
matters.
Later that day, in the staff room, I mentioned this curious event; there
was a profound silence which was eventually broken by the sound of
laughter: all the other staff were rolling around and hysterical. They
eventually told me that what had been seen was the Branch Librarian who,
since he lived some fifty miles away, often slept over on a camp bed in an
otherwise empty room on the first floor.
I have been suspicious of 'sightings' ever since!
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