Shed Ghost
"So one of us would take him for a drive a few miles along the highway, then pull to the side and ask him if he knew which way to go. He would always direct us back to his house, without one wrong turn and would be over joyed when, rounding the last turn, his house would come into view. For some unexplainable reason, when he entered the home his brain would not process the familiar surroundings he had lived in for so many years, and refused to believe he was, indeed home. Then the cycle would begin again. Sadly, or thankfully some would say, for him, he passed away.
Almost a year afterwords, I was walking down our driveway to retrieve the mail. Halfway down the hill, to my utter astonishment, I saw uncle Harvey, dressed in his corduroy jacket, and the toque on his head, step off the stoop of his back door, and walk to his work shed, and disappear inside."
From Ghost Stories of Newfoundland and Labrador - Edward Butts
Steven Rhude, Wolfville, NS
Almost a year afterwords, I was walking down our driveway to retrieve the mail. Halfway down the hill, to my utter astonishment, I saw uncle Harvey, dressed in his corduroy jacket, and the toque on his head, step off the stoop of his back door, and walk to his work shed, and disappear inside."
From Ghost Stories of Newfoundland and Labrador - Edward Butts
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| Study for Passing Through Dildo, oil on copper, 7" x 10", Steven Rhude |
Steven Rhude, Wolfville, NS
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