Spud Murphy and the other Jockeys were coming home late one night, making a bit of noise. In hindsight I suppose they had been for a night on the town and a bit too much of the Guiness probably added to his imagination but my Grnadmother never mentioned this in the original telling.
Great Grandmother Margaret Hanson donned a sheet and lay in wait for the Jockeys as they came towards the stables where they were billeted. As they neared, she came out of hiding, moaning and waving her arms about. Spud immediately took flight, screaming as he ran back towards the homestead.
"Mr Hanson, Mr Hanson, there's a Ghoooost after me" At this point my grandmother would don her best Irish accent as she mimicked Spud. "Mr Hanson Mr Hanson save me!"
I doubt Margaret really gave chase, in fact she wa sprobably too busy laughing with the other Jockeys, but by the time Spud arrived at the at the Homestead and Fred Hanson had come to his 'rescue' he was claiming the Ghost had caught him around the neck and had tried to strangle him.
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