A man named George Greene dwells in a lonely house several miles from Norwich, Conn., which is haunted by a novel ghost. In the dusk of evening a colorless human shape imprints itself on the gloom of his bed chamber. It remains motionless. When he arises from his bed and lifts the curtain for the light to come in at he window the apparition vanishes. In the daytime the family hear the sounds of an invisible object moving about the room or in distant chambers. The furniture responds to the pressure of unseen hands. Once a case of drawers was thrown down with a loud clatter and nothing was seen to touch it. On another day a chest was tipped over, a table danced, a door opened and shut noiselessly, and a capering of feet was heard on the back stairs.
    When Mr. Greene goes out of the house a rustle follows him and when he comes in it goes ahead of him. He has searched every nook and cranny of the habitation in vain for an explanation of the phenomena, and now he has decided to flee from the haunted house. The dwelling was built about 200 years ago, and there is a tradition of a ghost in its history.
    In Bullock county. Ga., not long since, a man and family by the name of Brannen moved on to a farm formerly occupied by a very old and miserly couple. These old people (man and wife) had no children or relatives, and, both dying within a few weeks of each other, were kindly buried by friends in the neighborhood.
    It was found that they had been living in the most abject poverty. The place presented a miserable appearance, there being very little furniture or cooking utensils, with scarcely any provisions, and several emaciated cats, and half starved fouls completed the poverty stricken aspect. Mr. Brannen bought the place at auction shortly after the two old people died and immediately moved there with his family. But they were there only a short time before they wished they had never seen the place. Strange beings were to be seen flitting about after nightfall, and dismal, unearthly sounds were to be heard during the day. Mr. Brannen, his wife and sons, being honest hard working people and non-believers in “ghosts,” they paid little attention at first, thinking it some practical jokes of the neighbors. But as the weeks sped by things grew worse instead of better. Cold, clammy hands were laid on different members of the family at all hours of the night, sending them into nervous chills. The bedsteads were jerked about the room, occupants and all, by some unseen power.
    Everything was turned topsy-turvy and it was impossible to keep anything like order on the premises. Pandemonium reigned. It seemed as though the very air was filled with uneasy spirits. The Brannens grew desperate, and were thinking of hunting “pastures new,” when one morning Mr. Brannen and one of his sons, being in the yard, were startled by a strange, roaring noise, which seemed to proceed from the ground at their feet. As he described it, it appeared to be a small “whirlwind of noise,” and some thing seemed to impel them to follow it. It gradually drifted over into a corn field, and at the further corner seemed to sink into the ground, at the roots of an old dead peach tree. They went to the house, procured implements, returned, dug, and found, no one knows just how much, but that it was a great deal of money, and the hoarded wealth of a lifetime of the old couple that died, is well known.
    The Brannens have still decided to remain on the old farm, and it is quiet and serene there now, where all was chaos a short time ago. The uneasy spirits have accomplished their mission and are at rest.

From— The Wahpeton Times. (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]), 16 May 1889. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.