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said that I was carried off by a bear. That is not true. I was murdered! Murdered by the hand of my own brother!” Tom was in a state of shock; he was frozen. The ghost began telling the tragic tale of her death. “One day, my mother and father left my brother, Frank, and me, to care for the farm animals while they were away for the day. Sometime after supper, our prize pig got out of his pen. My brother had a mean temper and he screamed at me to corner the pig, but the pig was too fast. In a fit of rage, my brother grabbed an axe and struck me across the neck—he killed me. Frank then took my body to the old mill dam. He let the water run out of the dam, and then buried my body under large stones. He then let the water flow back in. When my parents returned home late that evening, he told them a bear had carried me off into the woods. My parents and the authorities believed his story. If you tell what really happened, I will be free and my soul will forever rest in peace.”
    Tom Adams was unable to speak; he could only nod in agreement. Lucy Clark then vanished before his eyes. When Tom Adams returned home he collapsed from the ordeal. It took several weeks before he could bring himself to talk about what Lucy Clark’s ghost revealed to him that evening on the old Cumberland road.
    Tom Adams’ grandson, Arden Mattix, confirms his grandfather’s encounter with the ghost of Lucy Clark. What she told Tom about the way she died was confirmed many years later by her brother, Frank, who, on his death bed, confessed to the murder of his sister and revealed where the body was buried. When the authorities drained the old mill dam, they found the skeletal remains of Lucy Clark!
    I began this tragic tale by telling you that Lucy Clark was waiting for me on the banks of the old mill dam. Well, yes, but only in one of my many recurring dreams—or nightmares.
    The Lady in the Blue Dress
    T his is not one of those “a long time ago” ghost stories—it’s a 1990s tale.
    When the story of the Lady in the Blue Dress came to my attention, I immediately set off for Indian Harbour, Nova Scotia, where this sad tale unfolded.
    Sitting behind the wheel of my car as I approached Peggy’s Cove I noticed how abruptly the landscape changes. There’s a sparseness to the land. It falls away to a flatness and disappears behind a seawall of boulders that keep the pounding surf at bay. Above the high cliffs, the steeple of a church rises above the tiny cluster of houses that dot the landscape.
    On the whitecaps, a lone Cape Islander was barely visible against the rays of the sun. And above the village, a fluttering of gulls left the sanctuary of the church steeple and flew off to circle above the incoming vessel. They would circle high above and wait until buckets of fish-waste were thrown over the side and then they would fold their wings and dive.
    When I arrived at Indian Harbour, I met with two of the principals involved in this remarkable story. One was the daughter of the Lady in the Blue Dress and the other was Donna McGuire, an artist, and the owner of Rogues Gallery.
    I’ve changed the family name of the Lady in the Blue Dress to avoid any embarrassment to those distant relatives who may still be living in the area. Here, then, is the story of the ghost who walks the rocks of Indian Harbour.
    It was destined to happen. No one could prevent it, least of all Marlana, a popular Toronto radio psychic. Marlana was looking forward to a holiday in Nova Scotia with her friend Donna Cameron. A few days after Marlana arrived, Donna decided that she, her two children, and Marlana would head for Indian Harbour to visit her good friend, Donna McGuire.
    Sometime after arriving at the McGuire’s home, Donna Cameron decided to explore the rugged shoreline with her son. In the meantime, Marlana went on a driftwood hunt with Donna’s daughter, Christine.
    When they returned, Marlana asked Donna