(Philadelphia Press, March 25, 1884)
DAYTON, O., March 25.--A thousand people surround the grave yard in Miamisburg, a town near here, every night to witness the antics of what appears to be a genuine ghost. There is no doubt about the existence of the apparition, as Mayor Marshall, the revenue collector and hundreds of prominent citizens all testify to having seen it. Last night several hundred people, armed with clubs and guns, assaulted the specter, which appeared to be a woman in white. Clubs, bullets and shot tore the air in which the mystic figure floated without disconcerting it in the least. A portion of the town turned out en masse to-day and began exhuming all the bodies in the cemetery.
The remains of the Buss family, composed of three people, have already been exhumed. The town is visited daily by hundreds of strangers and none are disappointed, as the apparition is always on duty promptly at 9 o'clock. The strange figure was at once recognized by the inhabitants of the town as a young lady supposed to have been murdered several years ago. Her attitude while drifting among the graves is one of deep thought, with the head inclined forward and hands clasped behind.
THE BAGGAGEMAN'S GHOST
'The corpses of the passengers killed in the disaster up at Spuyten Duyvil was fetched down here and laid out
in The room was darkened and I could just make out the out that storage room,' said a Grand Central depot
baggageman. 'That's what give it the name of morgue. Some of the boys got scared of going in after that,
'specially in the dark; and a lot of stories was started about spooks. We had a helper (a drunken chap that
didn't know whether he saw a thing or dreamed it), and he swore to the toughest of the yarns. He says he went
in to get a trunk. It was a whopper, and he braced himself for a big strain; but, when he gripped it, it come up
just as if there wasn't nothing in it more'n air or gas. That unexpected kind of a lift is like kicking at
nothing--it's hurtful, don't you know?'
'I should think so.'
'Well, Joe felt as light-headed as the trunk, he says, but he brought it out. When he was putting it down he
was stunned to see a ghost sitting straddle of it.'
'What did the ghost look like?'
'Joe was so scared that he can't tell, except that it had grave-clothes on. And it went out of sight as soon as he
got out into the daylight--floated off, and at the same instant the trunk became as heavy as such a trunk
generally is. Some of us believe Joe's story, and some don't, and he's one of them that does. He throwed up his
job rather than go into the morgue again.'