I've always been interested in ghosts, haunted houses and of course the world of the Unseen.
Of Dragons, Elves, Faeries, Mermaids and much much more..
This tale my dearest friends & followers is another interesting urban legend with a twist. So have a sit, with your favorite beverage and relax. Listen the the music and have a good read of the tale from England in the early Edwardian period. I hope you like my dears...
So here is how the tale goes... A Rev Grey who belonged to a very large family recently ordained had taken an parish at the east end of London was sitting in his office smoking his pipe working on his Sunday sermon. His housekeeper had gone to bed early that evening and it was quite late that Saturday night. Suddenly the door bell rang & Rev Grey got up to see who it could be at this late hour. It was a very foggy night and hard to see, but under his gas light stood an tiny old lady in a poke bonnet and lace shawl. She also had a skirt that was dark green with age that almost glowed in the fog. The tiny old woman pleaded with the Rev to go with her at the West end of London even though it was very late. She had said, he was urgently needed at a home there. At first the Rev tried to send her away being that it was very late & he wasn't sure about going out so late on a house call, however she pleaded so earnestly that he decided to take a cab to the address that night. He told the old woman to wait a moment so that he could get his coat and when he returned to the door she vanished! Grey still took an cab to the west end of the London out of curiosity and arrived at a huge mansion that was having a party going on. After waiting for what seemed hours for someone to come to the enormous doors, the Rev told the butler he was needed here and his name was Rev Grey.
The Tale continues with explaining why he came to the house; describing the tiny old woman and the urgency for him to come tonight to the master of the house. Afterward, the master of the house looked terrified. At that very moment the master of the house started to confess everything he had ever done in his life! As if he was in confession at a Catholic Church! He confessed the the Rev. of having a wicked life of crime, where upon the Rev tried to help the man. He urged the master of the home to make his peace with God & to stop his ways of life of crime. Upon leaving it seems that the man appeared to be serious about another confession, so before leaving the Rev gave the man of the house a private Communion and Prayer. As Rev Grey was leaving he told him that he should come to church tomorrow morning and said goodbye. The next morning after church services the Rev. wondered why the man that he had seen last night didn't come?
So he decided to stop by his house again that afternoon. When he arrived to see the master, he was told he had died last night shortly after he had left! After hearing that the Rev. Grey was very concern about the master since he gave his confession last night then died soon after.
When the butler brought the Rev. to his bedroom the master was lying on his bed. Rev Grey stood there thinking trying to figure out the puzzle and as he did, he glanced around the room. Suddenly his eyes caught an very old oil painting above his bed. It was of the tiny old woman in the poke bonnet and lace shawl that had came to his house late Saturday night. The Rev. asked who the little old lady was in the oil painting? The butler said to the Rev. that it was the Master's mother who had died many years ago.
So what I believe what happened in this tale was the Master's Mother had came back as an angle in hope that her son would be saved from his sins of his worldly sin by going to a Rev. to come to his house just before he dies. She must of known that his time was coming very soon and wanted her son to have a chance of confession to an Rev. so that he to could go to heaven too. This is only my opinion, but it seems very holy in a way to me. Well I hope you found the tale interesting my
dearest friends & followers I love you all very much
YOUR WENDY
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