There is talk about a beautiful barmaid who used to help out in her Aunt and Uncle’s bar at the Oldman’s Ferry Inn on the Larchburry River.
When the music was good and her mood heightened by the atmosphere of laughter in the drunken air she would often leave the counter and the fridge with the cold drinks behind and mix in with the crowd and dance with the men. These escapades came to a sudden end when an unusual sickness called her to an early grave.
According to many eyewitnesses however she was seen dancing at the pub the very same night of her funeral.
Ever since then, so tell many good folks on the Larchburry River, young men had claimed to have been dancing with her on occasions when the atmosphere in the pub was filled with plenty of loud laughter and music, when the wine was flowing strong and the air was filled with thick smoke.
A frightening event occurred a few years after her death. The locals don’t like to talk about it and the memory of the beautiful barmaid is now kept a haunting secret. It happened on All Hollow’s Eve. A few young men had been decorating the Inn’s public garden with images of scary ghosts and pumpkin lanterns. When they had finished and were tipsy with wine, they demanded to dance with the barmaid who, that night, had not appeared.
Nobody could say anymore who exactly had started it but the young men came up with an ominous idea not too long before midnight. They broke the gates and entered the grounds of the cemetery and stole the headstone of the barmaid’s resting place. They carried it back to the pub and continued dancing in delirious rage.
What happened next was a matter of horror and in the Vicar’s detailed chronicles of that year the following entry can be found: “I was called to the pub by Mrs. Oldman in the middle of the night. When I arrived I assumed the devil was loose! Evil looking pumpkin lanterns were flickering in the dark and the breeze had puffed up the ghosts. A group of young drunkards had been dancing around a gravestone they had stolen from the churchyard. Then, at stroke midnight, a burning hand had appeared. The burning hand kept pointing at each of the loiterers one by one and then pointed into the distance. The frightened souls were whimpering and sobbing with tears in their eyes believing themselves to be doomed to die. I had to shout to be heard and ordered them to return the stone immediately. The burning hand followed them. As soon as the headstone was placed in its original socket the burning hand disappeared.”
Still today on Halloween ghosts ride the wind, pumpkin eyes glow to scare and eerie shrieks are heard at the Oldman’s Ferry Inn and no local would leave their house to wander the dark night. The barmaid has never been seen again.