I am Greydon Graham Gordon, top reporter for the Tri-Borough Gazette, in Greater Riverdale. Last week the Archbishop of St. Brendan’s Cathedral in this city, called my boss and asked for a reporter to go to Little Humber and check out the tales of hauntings in the basement of St. Bridget’s Church there. Apparently, the sexton and several ladies of the Ladies Guild who have had occasion to go to the basement late at night have been having terrifying experiences.

the way now, talking into my tape recorder, and will continue to report everything as I go along, So I have been assigned to go and spend the night in the basement and see what’s what.  I am on once I am settled there. I have brought my reclining lawn chair, a blanket, water and some snacks, and will try my best to stay awake. I am sure nothing will happen that all the ‘terrifying’ events were caused by the vivid imaginations of the country folk themselves. There are no such things as ghosts, as any intelligent modern person knows. I will play back what is on the tape recorder to write my article.

Ok, I am now settled and comfortable in the church basement. The Priest, sexton and many of the members of the congregation were gathered to meet me, and they held a special service asking God to protect me from the evil that has taken over their basement. I went along with it, but it seemed really silly. Still, it calmed them enough to allow me to go ahead with the job.  I expected to be in complete darkness, but there are two small red lights burning, one over the door to the crypt and the other at the foot of the stairs. Now I will stop talking and read for a while, using my little reading light headband. If I need more light, I’ll use my phone.

Heaven preserve me and dear Lord keep me from ever having another assignment like last night. I now believe in ghosts, and now know that evil will out. The evil that caused my terrifying experience will be told, and amended when today’s issue of the Gazette appears. I promise to see that it is done. The sexton and ladies who had experienced it were so overcome with fear that they were incoherent, unable to tell it all, so the Priest didn’t know the full tale. He was shocked, and overcome with grief that he had done nothing to help those poor souls. I told him not to worry, it would be done now.

So I wrote my report, and put the blame where it belongs, on Lord Suffingham, and his heirs. Let them own up to his crime, pay recompense to the families and pay for a special service to release the imprisoned souls and cleanse the Church. This report has been published in today’s Gazette, and already there is a great outcry from the public, and it is growing. They will be avenged, and released.