Mrs. Thomas Saunders had little doubt that the plantation her husband inherited two miles west of tiny Courtland harbored a ghost. A clanking of chains from the basement, persistent tapping in various rooms, and a pervasive sense of being watched bothered Mrs. Saunders so much that finally she confronted her fears.
"Either speak up, or go away and leave me alone," she shouted to an empty room. To her dismay a quiet voice answered, "Do not be doubting for I am truly here."
Later that same day, Mrs. Saunders, whose husband