Poor Old Jerrold lay in his rotting pine coffin each night, hoping there would not be any fog above him. He could sense the restlessness of the town's spirits, and he knew why they felt that way. At times it hurt his feelings because while he was a living breathing human being, he had labored for many years with his own hands to carve chunks of his oak trees into wooden tombstones for the ones who had died. He, in his own way was trying to show respect for the dead and their grieving families.The work he had done, sometimes carving wood late into the night was repaid in a bartering way, however scantly. What was a few chickens or a goat? He already had his own livestock anyway. His spirit lay in the cold ground each night, hoping his fellow spirits would not rise from there scattered graves to wander over to the newer cemetery. Jerrold wondered why they couldn't just let it all rest!
Although Jerrold himself did not choose to rise from his cold damp grave on foggy nights, he knew when his fellow nieghbors were. He could tell by the stirrings and soft footsteps as they stomped over his unmarked grave.
One fog shrouded night as he listened, he pondered at what he could do to solve the problem. Knowing he must have fleshly human relatives living in Tombstone Territory, he wondered how he could send a message to one of them of some kind. A message of a way to help the poor restless souls that wandered about town on dark foggy nights, while most residents were sound asleep. Most of the time, Jerrold's spirit rested in peace. It was only the fog filled nights that he was unable to do so.
Finally, after many long years, Jerrold knew what he had to do. As much as his spirit hated to leave his grave, he made the decision to visit one of his great-great grandchildren to deliver an important message. Jerrold chose to deliver his message to Forrester, his only great-great grandson, the boy of his beloved grandaughter, Julianna. He knew the boy was only a youth of twelve years old, nevertheless he would be given the instructions of which would put the towns restless spirits to rest, for good. No more would Jerrold be disturbed on foggy nights as they shuffled their bodies across his grave on their way to town .........
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