The Ghost of the Well

I am an old farmer, living in the oldest house in Oldtown. The trees about the place are trees of the primeval forest. Twelve years before this, the proprietor had been a jealous old gentleman who had a young wife. She was sly and managed to flirt sufficiently to make herself talked about, and one day news spread that she had run away with a young man. The old man sold his property and was never seen again. The house stood vacant for ten years, known as a haunted place. When I arrived, I was skeptical. I went to Lawyer Tantivy and offered him £25 for a four-year lease, with an option to buy for £400. My wife, Jane, and I moved in and began to clean. We were haunted by visions of a man with a bleeding wound and a woman in white, accompanied by shrieks of laughter. We grew sick, despite preparing our own food. Realizing the water tasted foul, I investigated the well. I felt an icy hand and heard voices crying, 'Get us out!' We discovered two bodies rolled up in sheet lead, identified as the wife and her lover. They were buried in the graveyard, the ghosts vanished, and I have been a prosperous man ever since.